someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so
Jesse takes some time off of his Blackwatch mission to have a date with Hanzo, who he met last week and hasn’t stopped thinking about ever since. He doesn’t know what to expect going in, but as the night goes on, he realizes that there’s no better way to explore Hanamura than with him.
At last, my last fic for Mchanzo week! Despite the fact that I stayed up super late every night to finish my contributions, I think I can say it was a success - and it was worth it, anyway. I’m super proud of this one, so even though it may be a little long, I promise it’s worth it. I’d love to get some kudos or comments, and thank you so much for reading!
At the end of Johnny’s lips, once hung a cigarette with a bright orange tip that dimmed when he exhaled. Dally wrapped his calloused hands around a beer bottle lid and tried opening it, but couldn’t. His vision was hazy enough, so he ended up smashing the cap off of the bottle on the edge of a concrete step. Not a good idea on his part, but it worked fine.
The lot’s fence lining was lined with orange flowers. A muted orange color that was almost too dark to see in the night time, but Dallas had seen the flowers so many times, he could tell you exactly what they looked like.
Orange. Not too dark of an orange, but maybe a pumpkin orange or a bright orange. That color had a lot of meaning. More than a measly cigarette tip.
Orange was the color of the shirt Johnny wore when dally met him. Orange was the color of Johnny’s favorite bubble gum. He slowly got to his feet and began walking along the side of the road and looked at the street lamps.
Orange. Not a bright orange. Maybe at one point, but not now. The bulbs were dimmed with dirt and surrounded by moths. He kept waking. Johnny promised to meet him at the lot, but never showed. How stupid. Dallas hiked his coat over his shoulders and kept walking. He often stopped and looked around hoping he’d be there, but he wasn’t. Johnny was the kid who made life a little less terrible. Johnny was the one who made Dally crack a laugh every once in awhile. Yeah sure, he was a pain in the ass, but he was dally’s pain in the ass.
Dally was all about being tough and slick, but when Cade was around, he didn’t feel like he had to keep his reputation up. He could let his walls down. He refuses to admit it, but.. He loves Johnny.
He loved the color of his eyes, the way making Johnny smile could make his whole day better, and the way he made dally feel..well..loved! Nobody else but him could do that. He loved everything about him. He knew he was too good for him. Everything Johnny did was good. He loved Johnny so much, when he was around, Dally nearly forgot what it felt like to not love himself.
He knew that voice. He could never not recognize it.
Dally flipped his body around. “Johnny?!” Nothing was there. He kept walking.
“You deserved better.”
Dally shook his head. That’s not true. Johnny was the best damn thing that has ever happened to him.
You’re drunk. He’s not there. You’re imagining it. Keep walking.
“I miss you.”
Shut up. Leave me alone. You’re not here.
“I still love you.”
That’s it. “Shut up!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!” He screamed and threw his 5th bottle of beer into the street and let it shatter. Hot tears started streaming down his face. He slid down a street lamp and clutched his knees to his chest. He angrily wiped his face and let a leg fall and propped his elbow on his knee. He sighed and looked up at the orange street light and pulled out a cigarette.
Lighting his bic lighter, he looked at the flame. A simple flame. Small and contained. So much destruction could come from this. It’s orange. That color. That stupid, stupid color that had so much meaning to him. The color of the gum johnny always chewed. The color of the sunset that Johnny forced him to watch. The color of the first flower Johnny ever picked for Dally. The only color that reminded him of his boy.
Orange. The color that looked best on his boy. The color of warmth and happiness.
Orange. The worst color. The color that made him happier than anything of this damn earth, but more depressed than you could ever imagine.
Orange was the only memory he had left of his boy. Orange also happened to be the last color Johnny truly saw.
Orange was the color of Johnny’s destruction.
Orange was the color of Dally’s biggest loss.
His bic lighter had gone out.
That familiar orange flame looked just as orange as the flames that destroyed them both.
Orange was the color of the flames that took his boy away from him.
the idea for this was better than how it came out. this was really shittily written and probably has typos because it was done at 4am and for that I’m sorry, but I’m gonna post it anyways because as shitty as it is, it’s not so shitty where I’m gonna gonna destroy the Internet by posting it.
the society you live in is really fucked up, when a stranger can judge another
person based off of their portrayal of and them relating to a fictional
character; when ALL the evidence points against them being a bad person and
more likely you not knowing what you’re talking about.
person whose shown to be selfless, kind, hard-working, funny and humble can be
debased by some fuckers pathetically cruel and idiotically nasty take - cause
they think they know best due to his personality not conforming with societies
boring bullshit and him acting differently towards people cause he’s doing his
job and getting into character to give us the best performance possible, just
cause he’s not being happy go lucky with every single person on set (even
though Adam ‘I hate hugs’ Driver allowed John to continue hugging him even
though he must have felt uncomfortable) especially the OT actors like Mark
cause you’re a die-hard “fan” and can’t imagine why somebody wouldn’t…
reason Adam has social anxiety, and went/goes through depression, that he’s humble to the point of being heartbreakingly self-deprecating or that he doesn’t like physical contact- it’s judgmental
fuckers like the ones going against every great thing the SW cast has said
about him and in general what the themes of SW actually are - just cause they
can’t get their ignorant heads out of their own backsides. It’s not a hat
honey. It’s sickening, and disgusting, and it doesn’t just happen to Adam, but
so many other people too. My friend’s little brother is autistic, and he is one
of the smartest most awesome little lads I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing
- yet people treat him differently just because he’s different from them - it
makes me so angry sometimes, and sad.
like hugs, I’m introverted, I’d prefer an interesting book and a good cup of
tea over conversing with other people most days; I don’t need to explain myself
just to satisfy peoples self-righteous egos nor do they have a right to judge
me - a person they know fuck all about or why I am the way I am.
become normal in our society for us to have to explain ourselves on anything
and everything we say or do. Why the fuck should we have to explain ourselves?
What right do you have to judge us? People, not all, have lost the ability to
respect their fellow human, that we are complex creatures and you must first
learn before you judge - otherwise it’s just a cycle of judgment and
segregation and misinterpretation…it leads to walls between people, this can
lead to hate and we all know where that leads to…suffering.
Until I was
about 7, I didn’t actually know that racism, or sexism, or homophobia or discrimination
or anything like that existed. It never crossed my mind, I’d always treated
everyone equally and I never judged somebody on their skin color or their
sexual preference/gender or the way they acted - I’m not saying I was perfect,
cause I’m not believe me - I’m just saying those things weren’t concepts to me,
they never crossed my mind. I found out through a history lesson on the
Holocaust. Yeah. It left me baffled, asking why are humans seemingly so eager to
hate one another for reasons that seemed so pointless to me? I’m still baffled
to this day.
especially has always been about hope, forgiveness and most importantly love. I
know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. It’s about people coming together, about
transcending those walls, and finding hope there in the darkness of our own
reality. It’s fiction, yes, a story - but to every story there is always some
truth. Our spec of time in infinity is not worth wasting on pettiness and judgmental
hate. I know I’m a nobody, that my voice is just a soundless plea echoing into
the endless void, but please. PLEASE. don’t be a puppet of ignorance. Our
lives are our own stories and in the most basic way possible what I’m trying to
a book by its cover.
If you got
to the end of this little rant of mine, bless you for having the patience to
deal with my tired queer mind. I don’t know I just thought about all the stuff
going around about Adam being creepy and BS assumptions of Adam from the VF
interviews, and my sadness at the hate from some antis in the tags (especially
as a Reylo shipper), and needed to just release my inner rantersaurus-rex. So
thank you, and I hope you took something from this that wasn’t 'wtf is this
weirdo going on about?’ X) and I hope you have a lovely day and know that for
all the hate in the world, there will always, ALWAYS, be people who understand
and are kind. Damn that was some heavy shit, sorry guys I’m not usually like
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oh shit i’m so sorry i forgot all about women who have less than 2 legs. shit i’m so sorry bro. women with 1 or 0 legs are beautiful also. i’m a bad ally throw me onto the pile of problematic tumblr users
If there was a word capable of describing your day, it would be weird. Not because something necessarily weird happened, but because people around you kept acting this way - like they knew something you had absolutely no clue about and they were trying to hide it. You noticed something was kinda strange, but once you actually managed to question your coworkers about it, everybody was quick to deny, saying that everything was normal and you were getting the wrong impression.
You simply shrugged at the response. I mean, sometimes it happens, right? Sometimes your mind goes a little crazy and you end up seeing things a little twisted - it was not a big deal, so you kept doing what you did best: your job.
A few hours passed by until it was finally lunch time and you were able to check your phone. After answering some texts and checking your emails, you tapped on the Twitter App icon and decided to scroll through your timeline. And although you barely had time to do this, whenever you took a few moments of your day to read all kinds of things from all kinds of people you followed, it was always a surprise. So it was no different when you saw a tweet and almost choked on your food. You just didn’t know if it was from the surprising news or from laughing at the fan’s reaction. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALUM WAS SPOTTED ON Y/N’S MOVIE SET A FEW MINUTES AGO DON’T YOU DARE PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THIS”, it read. Suddenly it all started making sense in your head, and you couldn’t contain yourself.
“I knew it! I knew you were hiding something from me!”, you yelled, earning a strange look from your make-up artist.
“What are you talking about?” she questioned, serious features slowly turning into smiling ones.
You rolled your eyes at her question, muttering a “I know Calum’s here, I saw on Twitter. Let me see him!” which only made her laugh and make her way towards your trailer door, putting her head out and murmuring something to someone outside.
“I’m sorry, social media spoiled everything.” Was all you heard coming out from her mouth before your eyes met the pair of brown ones that you loved most.
You couldn’t fight the urge of getting up from the chair and embracing him in the tightest hug you could give, and that’s exactly what you did. You wrapped yourself around him like a koala bear as he laughed softly, letting out a “Well, hello to you too, babe” while you cupped his face on your hands and started kissing every inch you could reach; from his chin to his forehead and from his nose to his jaw.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” you sighed, the smile on your face never seeming to fade away. “Why didn’t you tell me you had plans to come here?”
The brunette boy simply chuckled at your question, the answer leaving his mouth smoothly as he placed you on the chair you were sitting once again. “Because I was trying to surprise you, babe”
Playfully, you retorted, “You should’ve tried a little harder then,” with a laugh leaving your lips right after, Calum’s fake offended expression making it even louder.
“Excuse me, it’s not like I didn’t try,” he pouted. “your fans just happen to see everything.”
And by seeing him, you made your bottom lip slightly roll over your top one, leaving you with a pouty expression too. “Awh,” You got up from the chair and walked towards him, putting your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry they kinda ruined your surprise.”
“It’s okay though,” his arms found their place around your waist as he happily spoke, “I’m just glad to be home.”
And happiness was all you could feel when you came to realize that by “home” he didn’t mean an actual place, but you. Because even though your careers made things shitty and sometimes it drained your lives, putting even your relationship in risk, it was a good thing being aware that no matter where you were or what you were going through, the fact that you were able to find home in each other was something you could always count on at the end of the day. And as long as you had this, you knew everything was going to be fine.