i cannot stress enough that i do not care if you think jennifers body had bad writing. megan fox and amanda seyfried made out AND cobra starship was on the soundtrack. is that not enough? are you not satisfied? die.
reconsuming the source material before writing fic to pickle your brain in the characters' voices
really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
if i get burned (at least we were electrified) by blairwaldyke
Dan didn’t have any friends in Rome. Sometimes, Jenny took a train from London on weekends and visited him, but so far, Dan hadn’t really talked to many people here. It was only about four-thirty at home, so he wouldn’t be surprised by a text from his dad or Vanessa, but it wasn’t either of them.
Whatever truce he and Hangman might’ve temporarily made on the beach still wasn’t enough for Bradley to want to hang out with the guy in his free time.
Except, here he is with the Bronco pulled into one of the spaces that line the stretch of sidewalk beside Hangman’s house. He can see Hangman’s truck sitting in the driveway and the light for the living room turned on inside.
Hangman is here, and so is Bradley. For what exactly, he isn’t sure. He knows he’s searching for something. An answer, maybe. Figuring that out would require thinking, which isn’t what this is supposed to be about, but the uncertainty must show on his face. Hangman opens the door without him even having to knock, eyebrows raised and the obvious question quick to come.
“What are you doing here, Bradshaw?”
(alternatively: in which bradley takes the phrase ‘don’t think, just do’ a little too literally)
bro not the quencies (way of saying consequences if theres something deeply wrong with you)
