IM LITERALLY WEEPING WHY WAS THAT THE BEST PROMO OBX HAS EVER PUT OUT (thank You Jd)????? HELLO???????

IM LITERALLY WEEPING WHY WAS THAT THE BEST PROMO OBX HAS EVER PUT OUT (thank you jd)????? HELLO???????

BRINGING BACK “good time all the time”!!!!

ON THE OLD MAYBANK PROPERTY?????

THE WAY ALL OF THEIR CHARACTERS WERE BASICALLY HOW THEY ARE IN FIC?????

HIMBO JOHN B. CHAKRA READING, TURTLE LOVING, BOARD PAINING KIARA. CHARTER JJ. SARAH BEING THE BIGGEST DWEEB. CLEO WITH HER KNIVES. POPE BEING THE BEGRUDGING BRAINS OF THE OPERATION. IM SO UNWELL THIS HAS AWOKEN SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE OF ME IM BACK BITCHES I MISSED THIS SHOW SO BAD.

(now confirmed that jd reads fic bc how else did he get it so right like this?)

*media with a tragedy so intense that it haunts the entire storyline*

fanfic writers: i can make it even worse

mymanmymanmymanmyman

spiderman!jj — the moodboard ♡

The way I just would walk away with him, leaving John B by himself is just too powerful a thought

how do you think kittyreader and jj met?

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you literally meet at the store. you’re doing your grocery shopping, padding around silently, deep in thought the way you always are— until suddenly your train of thought is broken by a voice, super animated and boyish. it attracts your attention instantly and you round the aisle, finding the source as you listen to him ramble to his friend who stood nearby.

jj stands, comparing two different cans of soup in his hand. “dude, i don’t care if this one has more veggies in it— it costs like, way too much.” he doesn’t notice you, but how could he— you barely make a sound with your movements, quick and nimble. his brunette friend stood near by responds dryly, telling you he’s used to the blondes indecisiveness.

“well you need the vegetables. you’re the one who keeps complaining about stomach aches, it’s because you live off hash browns.”

“i can’t afford it, bro.” the blonde argues as you check him out. he’s completely poguey in nature, sun damaged hair stuffed under a backwards cap, a tshirt with some kind of surf brand logo on it, board shorts and sneakers. basic, but something about him enticed you.

“so pay with pennies. i know you have them, your pockets are jingling.” the brunette friend pipes up, voice muffled as there was now an entire aisle separating the two of them.

“if i pay with pennies again the checkout lady is gonna deck me in the face.” the blonde complains before finally doing a double take, having no idea where you came from. you stare up at him with wide, guiltless eyes and he blinks at you before whipping around, twisting his body to see if there was someone stood behind him. he returns his gaze to you in confusion.

“y— are you watchin’ me?” he asks, voice lilted in that kind of gentle and non judgemental way that made you melt. he seemed friendly, like he really didn’t mind. you nod, before pointing at the beaded black and white bracelet on his wrist.

“i was looking at that. i like it.” you state simply. he blinks at you for another second before whipping it off his wrist and dangling it infront of you.

“you want it? can have it if you want.” he shrugs casually and you grin, wide eyed and excited as you pluck it from his grip and pull it onto your own wrist. “got a name, kittycat? didn’t hear you come up. you’re stealthy as hell.” he turns his body to you, setting one of the cans of soup down.

you tell him your name and he approaches your space, sticking a hand out for you to shake. “well, it just so happens that’s my favourite name.” he grins, and you look down at his hand curiously as you shake it — not letting go for a few moments.

“i like your hands.” you tell him honestly, looking back up at him. he’s blinking again, as if your innocent bluntness was constantly throwing him off.

“i…like your face.” he responds, the two of you gripping eachothers hand for another few moments. like that, he’s smitten.

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (Jess Mariano's Version) insp: x x x

"Love, huh? I guess I'll call Matthew's poet and have him explain love to me. Poets know all about it, right?"

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