That guitar he’s playing in New Girl?
The one with the adorable makeshift capo MacGyver’d from a pencil and a shoelace?
It’s also in one Posey’s Vine videos
Meaning…that’s actually Dylan’s guitar…
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AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
This means nothing to me, feels-wise, but that is an adorably improvised capo!
A kick wasn’t entirely pleasant to awaken to, and when it was followed by two more in short succession, Kojo turned over to find out what offense he could possibly have committed in his sleep to earn such treatment. He discovered instead, however, his brother still asleep, having been occupying his bed to keep warmer in the night. His face was pinched, brow furrowed in stress, and his breath issued in rough pants.
A nightmare, he realized.
When it did not relieve itself, when Kojo’s legs and chest were treated to several more kicks and frantic pushes, respectively, he knew he had to intervene.
“Brother,” he called out, shaking the smaller man’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. A frantic ‘no’ chanted forth from Barsad’s mouth, and Kojo’s hands were pushed at with a degree of accuracy he would have assumed the man would need to be awake to manage.
“Barsad,” he tried again, this time louder, more firmly, but still to no avail.
His brother’s head thrashed against the pillow, pain evident in his features, a sight few had ever seen, and not one that sat well with him. The sound of his breathing had become far too fast, and even without feeling for his pulse, Kojo could tell that his heart rate had to be soaring. He needed to wake.
Words failing, he decided instead to pin his brother’s flailing body down, his legs firmly settled over Barsad’s as he fairly straddled them, his hands grasping his brother’s wrists. The body beneath him struggled as its mind raged.
Not hesitating in the slightest, Kojo leaned over his brother’s form while holding it steady, ducking his head to settle his mouth firmly over Barsad’s, lips pressed fully against his brother’s. There was a surge in his body’s fight, but it abated, his breathing began to ease, and when Kojo was reasonably certain it would not be bitten off, he dipped his tongue into Barsad’s mouth, finding his, stroking over it as he held him firmly.
He could tell the instant Barsad woke, though it was not accompanied by a start. It was, however, the moment his kiss was returned, and rather viciously, at that. The hands above where he held his wrists curled tightly into fists, though Barsad did not pull at his hold. Instead, Kojo’s tongue was bitten at, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to signal him to stop.
Panting lightly now, his eyes hooded and haunted from whatever horrors had revisited his mind, Barsad’s gaze flicked to Kojo’s as he retreated, giving him room to breathe. “Did you think you could get away with attacking me in my sleep?” he asked. His tone was cold but nonetheless carrying the unspoken gratitude that Kojo would never need to hear to know.
“It is, of course, the only time I tend to find you vulnerable enough,” he teased, not seeing fit just yet to release the other man, feeling the tension in his muscles cause him to shiver every few moments. It had happened before, the night terrors, and Kojo had since learned that the last thing his brother needed at that moment was to be let go.
“I am awake, now,” Barsad informed him, his chin raised in unwaveringly stubborn defiance, a mask of its own if Kojo had ever seen one. “What do you plan to do about it?”
Kojo did not even try using words, this time.
//PERFECTION!!!!!!
Your reactions make writing for you so much more fun, by the way. ♥♥
#pattinson #stop it #one day i’ll actually have to say i like you #and someone will think it’s because of twilight #quick #do something good so i have a well-known excuse
#I just hate your career choices RPattz#but you #are #fucking #hilarious
#Can’t we just claim him for Cedric Diggory?! #Is that still not okay?
NOT OKAY
Wait. Wait.
WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT.
WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE AND WHY THE FUCK DID ANYONE DRAW THIS.
So, like… I don’t really have “ships” for the “Lawless” movie. I mean, Forrest just steals the show, in my opinion. Plus, it’s based on real people, and that usually has me putting aside the shipping feels because of reasons…
However… Jack spends most of his time during the film trying to prove himself. Trying to prove he’s strong, adult, a man, alluring, fancy, worthy, capable, smart, and loyal. Part of the time he spends proving these things to Bertha, and the rest of the time he is working to prove them to Forrest, specifically.
He wants Forrest’s respect, his acknowledgment, his pride and his love. Hell, he just wants his ATTENTION. Forrest is taciturn, and Jack is like one of those birds who sings and sings and tweets and twiddles louder and louder just to get you to pet it, to hold it, to talk to it, to love it. Home alone with Forrest after their parents’ deaths and with Howard gone to war, Jack hated being stuck there (and stated so at least once in the film) because he needed more feather-stroking than Forrest could give him. Of course Forrest is the matriarch and patriarch rolled into one, and he takes good care of the household, the business, and his little brother like a chick under his wing… but it isn’t the kind of attention Jack craves.
And when Jack sees Floyd Banner in Franklin, he applies all of this need to him, as well. The wink he receives is like a direct stroke to the spot that needs attention. Working with Banner is what gives Jack his boost in confidence, in outright joy, to be honest. He is finally getting the attention and perceived respect he longs for, and gaining the rewards from his efforts. He comes into his own…
…and what does he do?…
Well, of course he goes to Bertha. I mean, a guy’s got needs. But other than that, the other most important item on his list is showing Forrest that he can be a big man, too, that he can succeed, that he is worthy of his brother/parent/caretaker’s pride, approval, and love.
So, yeah… I don’t have “ships” for this film and its characters, but Jack is Forrest’s little puppy, or at least wants to be, and no one can convince me otherwise.
Look at that, guys, I made that serious. OhMyGod.
I didn’t even devolve into talking about how Tom Hardy looks up to Gary Oldman like whoa, and Shia LaBeouf thinks Tom hardy is just awesome, and the two of them just need to be good little boys for Gary Oldman as their ‘daddy’ and…
…shit.
Oh, xkcd… you are my life, sometimes.
And then the rest of the time you are too much math and science for me to comprehend. But you’re beautiful. Just the way you are.
I think this past week has proven… that I need to set “Derping Hours” for myself and the internets.
I have been coming home from work… and derp-derping all over the ‘nets looking at Avengers fanart, reading Avengers fanfics, looking up Avengers macros, watching youtube clips… of the Avengers cast…
TOO. MUCH. DERP.
So yes. I need Derping Hours. Like visiting hours in hospitals, prisons, and other places people are kept for limited amounts of time while we visit them… but with derping around on the interwebs.
Derping Hours.
but guys can we talk about simon calling ben Cumbersbumberswumbers
Barsad get out of there this instant. Silly bunny. Your butt will get stuck.
