JACKSON RLLY OUT HERE!!!!!!! TRAVELLING BACK AND FORTH FROM CHINA AND KOREA WAY TOO MUCH TO B ON TV SHOWS ND MAKE US SMILE ND LAUGH!!!! WRITING IG CAPTIONS IN 3 LANGUAGES SO MORE OF US CAN UNDERSTAND HIM!!!!!! ALWAYS MAKES SURE TO REMIND US TO STAY HEALTHY AND PUT OURSELVES FIRST!!!! ALWAYS TELLING US HOW MUCH HE LOVES US!!!!! SACRIFICED SO MUCH FOR US!!!!! SPENDS HIS OWN MONEY ON US!!!!! AND PPL STILL DOING HIM SO DIRTY WHEN WILL THIS DISRESPECT STOP WHEN WILL PPL REALISE JACKSON IS A GIFT TO THIS EARTH AND SHOULD B TREASURED AND APPRECIATED
but those matching LADS/GENTS tattoos - they totally got those when
there were just six of them, pre-Jeremy. And its not like it’s the
crew symbol, some initiation all members go through; It was something
of an in-joke, the product of years of camaraderie, of absurd stories
and silly team names, of family. Not the kind of thing you just fob
off on whatever new guy comes along and joins the crew. So for the
longest time Jeremy’s knuckles stay bare.
it becomes clear that he is one of the Lads, accepted into the group,
brought along on all extracurricular adventures, the whole nine
yards, it doesn’t come up. Time passes, bonding happens, and
eventually they can barely remember what is was like before Jeremy
was with them; but now that it might be appropriate it seems like
kind of a weird thing for them to offer. A strange uncomfortable
conversation no one wants to have, so no one does.
not like it’s something Jeremy is sitting around waiting for, not
something he thinks of as a stepping stone he will eventually earn;
it’s not exactly something he can just ask about, really, and at the
end of the day they’re just tattoos. Its just, its hard not to think
about it sometimes. When the other Lad’s knock together matching
letters in victorious fist-bumps, or Ryan pointedly drums his fingers
when Gavin’s trying to boss him about or some observant asshole
flat-out sneers at Jeremy’s bare knuckles. Not important, exactly,
but still something. A point of separation he’s totally unbothered by
except for the darker moments when he’s not.
So when a
particularly nasty job finds Jeremy waking up in Caleb’s make-shift
hospital, familiar cotton-brained fog of painkillers blurring his
mind, he doesn’t take any more notice of the unusual way his knuckles
are burning than he does any of his other aches and pains. Honestly
barely registers the dull throb underneath the sharper notes
promising breaks and burns and what is quite possibly a bullet wound.
It’s not until he lifts his hand, the only wrapped part of his otherwise uninjured arm, that an inkling of
disbelief edges into his clearing thoughts. An
unbelievable thought Jeremy almost instantly confirms when slowly
peeling back the edge of the wrap reveals that familiar lettering,
unmistakable after all the time he’s spent trying not to stare at them.
isn’t that horrifying. A complete trespass on his person,
unnecessarily invasive and nothing if not a chilling reminder of just
what kind of people he’s thrown his lot in with. Lacking even a
fundamental understanding of boundaries, unhealthily possessive and
darkly loyal, a twisted kind of affectionate Jeremy really shouldn’t
be comfortable with.
clearly been out for a solid stretch of time; if the new ink wasn’t
obvious enough the state of the darkened room, scattered with various
pieces of familiar debris would have tipped him off. The wastepaper
basket is overflowing with cans of energy drinks and diet coke, a
variety of clothing odds and ends have been discarded on every flat
surface and there’s an abandoned glass half filled with what looks
like whisky sitting next to Ryan’s rubber skull and the tatters of
what was once a Hawaiian shirt. Even the torn sign prohibiting
weaponry in hospital rooms, written in Caleb’s slanting scrawl, has
been sloppily defaced and skewered to the noticeboard with a hot-pink
shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, these unintentional marks of
stress and impatience, the clear signs of exactly who has been
around, evidence of even those who are no longer here. Because they
haven’t left Jeremy to wake up all alone, oh no, that’s just not the
somewhat comfortable looking chair in the room, a small love-seat
that’s been dragged over to the bed, is pulling double duty; two sets
of legs dangling over one arm, a shock of blonde hair mashed
carelessly against brown leather, Michael’s arms, locked tight even
in sleep, the only thing keeping Gavin from tumbling to the floor.
Not to be out done, there’s a lump curled up on the bottom shelf of
one of the cabinets, doors propped open and medical paraphernalia
shoved carelessly on to the ground to make room, Ray’s identity
distinguishable only by process of elimination and the bright purple
hoodie currently serving as a make-shift blanket. Uncomfortably
contorted, dead to the world and doing a piss-poor job of keeping
watch; here lie the three likely culprits of Jeremy’s unsolicited new
it’s the drugs talking but as he flexes his hand just to feel the
skin stretch the only thing Jeremy finds himself resenting is his own
inability to grab his phone and take some cheeky blackmail photos.
Already imagining the world of teasing he sees in his future Jeremy
closes his eyes, involuntary grin pulling at his lips as he lets the
sound of three idiots breathing lull him back to sleep.
My dash is kinda dead after I had to unfollow some people for posting gross stuff so if you post:
Life is Strange
Ocean/Forest aesthetic stuff
Food and slime stims
Or any of that good gay shit
Please like or !reblog! This and put what you post in the tags
Preferably no nsfw but if you have it tagged properly that’s ok.
Also looking for some rad mutuals, I’m Larkyn, 19, super gay, and love TV shows and video games way too much!!
<b><p></b> <b>looks like a cinnamon roll, can actually kill you:</b> Lorelai<p/><b>looks like they can kill you, actually a cinnamon roll:</b> Jess<p/><b>looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you:</b> Paris<p/><b>looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you:</b> Mama Kim<p/><b>looks like a cinnamon roll, actually a cinnamon roll (but could totally kick your ass):</b> Lane<p/><b>looks like a cinnamon roll, actually a cinnamon roll:</b> Rory<p/><b>looks like they can kill you, actually a cinnamon roll:</b> Luke<p/><b>looks like a cinnamon roll, will bake you cinnamon rolls:</b> Sookie<p/></p><p/></p>