Loiteringandlurking - Its Good To Have You Back Again ..🗞️

fuck dude I'm so sad tn . anyway jack doesn't know how to grieve ... both his parents died when he was too young to grieve ... he didn't understand that was how it worked yet . when jack lost his father, he just kept moving ... that's what he always told him to do. 'don't worry, my boy, don't worry. just keep moving. never stop moving, boy. you hear me?'

jack keeps moving. he moves and moves and moves until Davey stops him like a brick wall. one night, davey hugs him just right and jack dissolves. all of a sudden, davey feels tears soaking through his shirt, and feels jack sob. he hugs jack tighter . everything rushes back to jack. the warmth of his little bedroom, his dad's cooking. he never knew his mom, but his dad was better than jack thinks a mom could have ever been.

all of a sudden, jack realises that his father is gone. forever. he died almost 9 years ago.

and fuck, jack never stopped moving for long enough to realise.

jack who thinks he's suave but his idea of flirting is shadow boxing and bantering

Davey Jacobs and impulsively saying things he knows he shouldn’t- almost trailing off halfway through a sentence because shit he did not mean to say that out loud but now everyone’s looking at him so he’s got to commit to saying it, even if he knows it will have detrimental effects

writing drabbles isn't enough I need to SEE the characters do the things

LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BOY BSHSHHSHSHSHJWJSJSJJSJS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

im just saying katherine as a famous if somewhat controversial author, jack as the photographer of a trashy gossip mag trying to get pictures of her and davey as her stressed manager who keeps thwarting him at every turn. discuss.

would david jacobs smoke

(pot or cigarettes you decide)

David didn’t want his first visit to the lodging house to be this, anything but this would’ve been better.

He attempted to readjust the way JoJo’s arm hung across his shoulders, fingers digging in in a grip that matched the wince on his face with every limped half step.

Les forged on ahead of them in some kind of attempt to clear the way, and people moved for the dirt-stained kid with tear tracked cheeks and an arm held to his chest, spattered with blood; his own or someone else’s David wasn’t sure yet and as much as he wanted to grab Les and give him a once over for any injuries aside from the obvious, JoJo who’d gotten a club to the knee and then the head once he went down took priority.

JoJo was also spattered with blood, but it was obvious it was his own, leaking from his newly crooked nose-

He lurched to the side suddenly, and David did his best to keep him upright but he was tired and his head was spinning and something in his chest was sending shooting pains along his ribs when he breathed too deep and staying upright was hard-

“Sorry Dave.” JoJo’s voice was slurred like he was drunk and Davey realised he didn’t even know what age he was. Not old enough to get drunk, not even close, 14 at most surely, not the youngest but younger and-

“It’s fine. We’re almost back, just a couple more steps.”

“Y’seen Splasher?”

“Don’t worry about him right now. We’re almost back.”

“That copper got him real good Dave. I don’think I seen him get up.”

David swallowed bile, clung to JoJo’s waist a little harder.

He hadn’t seen Splasher get up either.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” He said out loud.

so much is happening right now. a non-binary and indigenous kid was brutally murdered and NO ONE did anything about it the moment it happened. a transfem was banned here for absolutely no reason other than transphobia and misogyny. and on top of that, fucking KOSA is back, a bill that will erase all of that if put on effect. this is all so overwhelming. this is what we have pride for. this is what we march for. and this has to fucking stop. spread the word.

the struggle ...