#john seed
Oh lord, the Great Collapse won’t be our end.
Me in the last week:
- Managing to have somehow good grades a balancing with my personal life.
- Going to a part-time job.
- Working on a fic and Headcanon set. (@missdictatorme that will destroy ya, girl)
- LearningHe’s a pirateandHedwig’s theme on flute.
- Reading through the second Harry Potter book.
- Starting to play Far Cry: New Dawn.
- Seriously, I’m in it for ma boi Joseph.
- He is the father, let’s be honest. And I’m commiting a crime: lust.
- So that leads to me playing We will rise again on ukulele like a hundred times a day.
My mom: are you ok girl?
Me:
Missed this guy❤️
the eighth deadly sin is actually being mean to me but they keep that one a secret
god that’s pathetic. do you wanna kiss ?
Please go easy on me. I’m having a bad decade.
ripvaccinated2017-2021-deactiva:
you let a masculine man make you cry.meanwhile any time my little rascal of a man with feminine hips and a phat ass talks back to me i spray him with water like a cat & make him cry into the bottle when it needs to be refilled.
“So, then the thing about the second Shrek movie is…”
got the chance to commission @ziorre to bring to life a long overdue moment of softness between john and jestiny, and wow would you look at them! for once simply relaxing and enjoying each other’s presence snuggled around the firepit at the ranchsion, john patiently listening as jessie explains the cultural importance of shrek or dolly parton probably, sharing the dirt IPAs she picked out special. i absolutely love the way ziorre brought them to life, those expressions and i can’t stop staring at the beautiful coloring on the evening firelight!! would absolutely recommend grabbing a commission with this artist if you get a chance!
ship:john seed x jestiny rook|no reaping au
“Who's that fucking guy?”
It would be through the unmatched power of denial and the remarkable elasticity of human memory Jestiny would later convince herself with complete earnestness that she asked the bartender the question entirely with disgusted incredulity, because she wanted to know what asshole had the audacity to wear a tailored silk shirt and designer shades into a backwater dive bar.
Me willingly getting baptized by John Seed