Borrowing Andrea’s lovable Daycare Au, and her even more lovable OC’s Ben Woods and Jill Holden. Ben’s a bit shy but warms up to his new babysitter after she starts making her awesome dinosaur voices. Ugh, these guys aren’t even in the game, so why do I love them so much?
A belated birthday present for the lovely Thischarmingand, who is not only ridiculously talented, but also super, SUPER nice, funny and generally a pretty quality human being. I hope you have a totally kick-ass year, Andrea ♥ WOO ROBOBOYFRIENDS
Jack Holden vs Jacobi, Annalise Keating versus RuPaul
…how much prep time does Jacobi get? Because if Jacobi gets to wander around for a while in the fight arena, I imagine he’d be able to macgyver a bomb together. Buuuut if it’s just the two of them plopped into a place and told to fight (and Jacobi is a threat to someone Jack loves), I imagine Jack could take him out with a cricket bat.
RuPaul just wouldn’t give Annalise a chance to lie to her, would take her out before she got two plot twists in.
Sam tried not to roll his eyes when he leaned against Janine’s desk in the administrators office. She made everything sound like life or death here. Yeah, some of the students could get a little grumpy when a class didn’t go well, but at the end of the day, everyone was just making pretty pictures.
Jack shuts the door and puts on the new Manics CD, the one that Simon’s been dying to hear since before it even came out but his nan had forbidden him from buying. She’d said it was Satanic, but she said that about a lot of things and no-one had ever really explained to him why God only liked classical music.
“s’good right?” Jack says, nudging him with his foot. His sock’s got a massive hole in it and his big toe pokes out through it.
Simon grins and tickles the sole of his foot until he squirms and laughs and tries to kick Simon in the unmentionables. “Yeah. Really good. Beats ‘Jerusalem’ sung by fifty boys going through puberty.”
Jack grimaces, sticking his tongue out. “That sounds like it’s fun for exactly no-one, Si. Your school sucks.”
“That was my point, dumbass,” Simon says, rolling his eyes. He flops down onto the bed next to Jack, closing his eyes and letting the music wash over him, all throbbing bass and guitars and not a breaking voice in earshot.
Jack insinuates himself into Simon’s space, nudging under his arm so his head’s pressed against Simon’s shoulder. Simon shivers a little, breath catching and an uncomfortable, but definitely excited, flutter starting up in his stomach. It feels terribly illicit.
He would get into so much trouble if his nan ever saw this.
“So, you want to?” Jack says, looking up at him with a cheeky grin.
It is sort of what he’d come over for, besides the CD he supposed. He smiles, excited, and it’s better than the time they’d conned a bottle of cheap cider out of one of the lads at Jack’s school.
“Yeah. I want to.”
Jack twists, so he’s sort of half on, half off Simon, and leans down to press their lips together. Their teeth click together. Simon’s lips are dry and chapped. Jack’s breath still tastes of the cheese and onion crisps they’d got on the way back. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do with his tongue, or his hands.
Well alright, one of the dangers of re-listening to radio mode is that while some headcanons are confirmed, others are smashed to billion pieces.
In short, yeah, Jack’s sister is definitely a little sister from what I can tell from the cheetah-dream clip. Anyways, no reason to cry over darlings lost, I’ll just stow away my old-Jill headcanon and start working on adopting a new one. Which is not hard at all, since now I can just steal make fanart of Andrea’s and Kaz’s cutie patootie.
So here are some really sketchy fanart. Since my tablet went all waco that’s all I can give you at the moment before I go buy a new pen for it. I am going to give you some real art soon, I promise.