“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “ // jack x geovany

there is this song jack heard the other day while cooking his meal that said something about not being easy to be someone that you never dream to be and it talked about how you feel small in certain situations compared to other people, he had never been the type of person to dwell on his own sob stories but ever since geovany came into his life he seems to be finally picking his own battles to fight. lunch was great that day, he ate his food sitting on the curb in front of the stairs that lead to the dance studio he taught kids while waiting for his next class, and he thought about how lucky he is to be able to appreciate little things in life. he had always been a simple-minded kind of person, he just never realized how that must have worked through his entire life, shielding him from much stupidity. and whenever he felt crestfallen and off control of his own feelings, he would always repeat the words his mother would use to refer to him that at least he was nothing like john.

great people are hard to come by though and he knows that because he was never really surrounded by many role models, besides his parents and a few teachers and friends here or there, he just had to critic his actions by himself. and by some amazing deal of luck again, he wasn't that easily swayed by any side regarding what was right or wrong. in that sense, he was somewhat like john though just choosing to go with the flow and whatever comes next. day after day and battle after battle, he was just living life to be lived like a task that never ends. there were some good memories along the way, but none enough to make him wish to make life wait so he could live it again. that is until he meet geovany and his ordeal just begin to look a little bit too ordinary. everything he said or did was funny to the others, his words as little as they were to him were like big wisdom and his time suddenly started to look like it was precious. he begins to look forward to taking him out to eat every week, to pay for his meals, and sometimes to even invite him over to cook for them, to listen to him talk about whatever, and to encourage himself to be a real person for probably the first time in his life.

they might have overdone on the soju this time because jack felt his eyes wet in front of his friend, he had to blink a few times in a quick response to hide them and drink up another shot. the worst part of it wasn't what was going inside him or whatever feeling he might have towards his complicated and intriguing life, but the way geovany set the tone of the conversation with such a kind and melodic voice. if it weren't for the genuine look of affection in his eyes and the way his expression was so soft that made jack want to touch his idiotic face, he would be definitely laughing, but he felt raw under those eyes, naked and dizzy. "that's enough booze for both of us." he was telling himself that he was drunk, way too drunk and was begging to see things that weren't exactly there. his heart was beating like a drum set in his chest, it was exciting and all at once way too bewildering. he took the four empty glass bottles in front of them and got up to put them over to the sink, he couldn't believe they were so hammered. geovany just had a way of making him seem like the easiest person to be with, all his guards not lifting one finger up.

still up on his feet, he wanted to pace around his room to regain consciousness, hopefully. "you know most of what i say it's just shit, right?!" he begin trying to joke back on, confusingly trying to settle in the things off his couch to sit. his apartment was the size of a shoebox, there weren't any doors between the rooms except for the bathroom. there wasn't that much space to go with so there wasn't much furniture, the living room consisted of a couch and a coffee table that was mostly where jack would eat since there was no space for a real table. right in front of it was a small tv and then his bed, which was a mattress supported by a few beams of wood. all of his things were hidden inside his wardrobe, which was the only thing that seemed like he actually brought with his money besides his pans and kitchen utensils. he enjoyed cooking as much as he enjoyed his place, it was cozy and he was proud to be a clean person, it wasn't that hard to make it organized since it was so small and he had so little. other people might pity his station or the way he was living, so that's why he lied about his address for geovany before. but much to his surprise, geovany wasn't all fazed or disappointed, in fact, he appeared comfortable there which was conventional since jack loved having him over.

"you should stay, it's pretty late." saying that was enough to make his heart rate become quite a concern, but he didn't give it a thought and moved over to pick up his cigarettes from the table they were drinking and that geovany was still sitting at. "but i should warn you..." he began, putting the cigarette on his lips. "oh, do you mind?" he picked the cigarette again, with wide eyes and a cute little expression of wonder. he never bothered to ask geovany if he smoked, he probably didn't but at the same time, he didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his presence to make him not want to come around again. right now in his life, he couldn't afford the luxury of acting recklessly in front of the person he enjoyed being with the most, he was not about to lose him and he already lost too much. he would gladly stop smoking altogether if it were to keep him there forever, it was a stupíd habit anyway one he did subconsciously for a very long time for a reason that he wasn't even sure he knew. and now that he thought of it, just like smoking had been on autopilot so it had been his life. he didn't want to put that pressure on the thought that it was geovany making him take the wheel, because if he actually did he might not be able to set the brakes.

@lifeofivy

Jack rubbed his neck and looked back at his family, he had no choice but to leave until they could find a way to break the curse, he knew Bella wouldn't understand but her life was at risk. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. Wiping his eyes he waved before walking off into the distance. Angel stood with Ivy and took a deep breath" We will fix this"

more muses to be added to the carrd -

jack - canon, he never died ( moved from @nverdied ).

m.ike w.heeler - canon, s.tranger t.hings ( selective as fuck ).

after a long and intense match that went into overtime, a victory came out of all the stress and val could finally breathe. as much as she wanted to run onto the ice and give jack a big kiss and congratulate him, the two were still trying to keep things lowkey and she didn't want all of the cameras on her. instead, she was enjoying her time with the unlimited food up in the secluded suite box hanging out with her bodyguard. she figured that it might be a while before he even made his way up, and began to pack her things to get home before the door swung open. "there's my star," val said with pride in her voice, making her way over to her boyfriend and wrapping her arms around him in an embrace, eventually pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips. "you did so good out there, baby.. i wasn't a major fan of all the fighting but you came out with a win, so i'll cheers to that." / @falscgcds

closed starter @bcnedaddy location: evermore park

Helena had no idea how long she was out there. She didn't even really remember getting dressed and leaving the house. All she knew was that she was having strange dreams and while she hadn't had her little trance walks in a while, she was still susceptible to them. She had just been staring out onto the trail, with no coat on, nightgown still there. She felt like she had been looking for something important...that she had to do something important. But instead she saw something else. Someone else. Or he saw her first. She felt a brush of fingertips on her shoulder and she jolted so hard she thought she was going to headbutt him. "J-Jack?" she said confused before looking forward again and seeing...nothing there. "We...We have to stop meeting like this."

there's nothing but illnesses behind these eyes

I did a drawing request of my dear Jack who wanted her OC's kissing underneath the mistletoe. They did one for me.

@ariamusic68

Jack Lowden at the Scottish BAFTAs (x)

HANNIBAL LECTER: SOMETIMES, EVERYTHING SHIFTS IN THE SNAP OF A FINGER. there's a gruff hum of acknowledgment, jack sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, not at all pleased as he sits back in his chair. the world has seemed to turn upside down. his wife was on the verge of death, unwilling to be helped as much as jack needed to help. someone he trusted was imprisoned in a mental institution, with all signs of hobb's copycat pointing to him. and someone he's known for barely a few months was sitting in his office, helping jack with cases that the former should be helping with. jack shakes his head. 'and sometimes, killers run around right under your nose, and suddenly you have to question every single instinct you've ever had, up until this point,'

jack didn't like this. he didn't like that he was wrong about will, and he didn't like that he isn't sure if he was wrong about him. and he hates that will has made him question hannibal, too. eyes meet the doctor's, brows permanently creased in uncertainty and, more than that, irritation. 'i couldn't have been this wrong, could i?' jack sighs, uncurling his arms and instead clasping his hands together on his desk. 'i pushed him too far, i know that. but part of him wanted to be pushed. maybe so he could finally let everyone see what he really was,' he isn't even sure if he believes that, but it was all he could say. @notoriuus.

@ofxinnocencewrites cont. from here in beta

Jack had to admit that Nicole was too adorable while drunk. Under normal, non-drunk circumstances he'd be all over her but he was better than taking advantage of a woman like that. He knew better. After all, that was the reason why he had driven her home in the first place, to make sure no one took advantage of her.

He did falter though, when she held him entirely too long in his car to thank him for the ride and his gut brain thought of other rides he would gladly give her, but maybe tomorrow, after she gotten the booze off her system.

He saw her off to her door and waited to make sure she got in safe but she was clearly having a hard time finding the keys. Taking a deep, defeated breath andparked the car properly, getting out and making his way to her, snatching her keys. "Let me help, okay? I bet you don't live in the ground floor, do you?" which meant he'll have to half carry her home, just great.

Opening the door, he let her lead the way and helped her up the endless stairs. Thankfully he had experience half carrying people on a daily basis, but his 8 year old was half Nicole's size. Once they made it to her apartment door, he hesitated, "so this is home?"

Nine Lives

@lifeofivy

Jack walked along with Geralt and sighed " Angel said the gold bottle with the red wax" he smiled " I need to get it for her and Ivy" he smiled " But I thought I would ask you cos the potions are in your room" he looked down. " Ever tempted to play with them?"

Collection of Tom Cruise DVDs at the thrift store.

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    moving swiftly through the crowd with her satchel around her body, emmeline kept her eyes down. she had gone out, mostly to collect some books to keep her mind off current events for a moment. a call at the grocery store was a quick decision she had made but while she was on this mission of ‘self-improvement’, it wouldn’t do any harm for her to eat some fresh fruit for a change. standing in the queue to pay for some strawberries, the woman looked over her shoulder and saw a more than familiar face. all of a sudden, she would feel light-headed, like her breath was catching in her throat. it was jack. that someone had left her to die in an abandoned warehouse only to go on national television and proclaim how awful the essex’s were - it never sat right with her. however, this was not a panic in relation to moral judgement but of her own mortality.

    the young woman on the check-out enquired if she was alright but she didn’t have time to be quizzed. “i’m fine, can i just pay for these?” manners had been dropped as the sense of urgency took over. she couldn’t help but try to look back but she’d never quite get to the point of catching him as she’d be distracted by others. all she could hear was her own unsteady breathing. chucking some money down on the check-out, she put the stawberries in her satchel and quickly exited the store. it slowly turned into a run where she didn’t even attempt to look back.

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