i found my purpose.

@galaxyraised·                          kate & jack. // sc.

          “hey, dad…” kate gave her a father a little smile, stepping through the doorway of their living room, having found him seated on the couch. “i’ve, um… i’ve been working on something upstairs.” ever since her dad had come to her about   his demons   his problems, she’d become a little preoccupied with figuring out how she could help, and how she could make him feel better and alleviate some of the pressure she knew he must’ve been feeling. although, she had to admit, looking at her dad as anything less than perfect was a bit difficult, hence her reluctance to really come to terms with it all. “just wondering if you could come up so i could show it to you.”

     his hands stilled as he stopped packing up his bag — something about staying with the pearsons always made him actually want to kind of try in school, even if it was still that same boring public school he hated. after everything that had happened over the last day or so, with jack leaving the house, then with him coming back? jess didn’t know what else to expect. he watched jack closely, sitting slowly on the bed. though jess relied heavily on randall or kate in serious conversations, for some reason he was kind of glad he and jack were alone in the room for this one. he shrugged, nodding at the same time, never breaking the searching eye contact. 

TENSION lingers heavily in the air  ---  hell, it lingers heavily in every inch of his body. he can feel it in his knuckles, curled into tight fists at his side   (   as if he’s channeling the WORST of his feelings into a single focal spot  ---  god,  what he wouldn’t do for a good sandbag to hit right about now   ).   he can feel it in his shoulders,  his stomach,  even down to his toes.  they’re both lucky and unlucky,  in a way  ---  with the kids out of the house,  there’s nothing,  really,  to hold anything back.  no fear of their children overhearing or witnessing one of the LESS THAN PERFECT moments in the marriage of jack and rebecca pearson.  part of him is prepared to leave;  to give his wife space.  to get some fresh air himself   (   and try not to end up at a bar somewhere,  drowning his pain,  yet again   ).   instead,  jack holds his ground.  he’d decided a long time ago,  that even at their worst,  AVOIDING his family wasn’t an option.  ISN’T.  it isn’t an option.   so he takes it,  the yelling,  even going as far as to yell back   (   though,  as always,  he restrains himself  ---  an adamant refusal to end up like his father echoing in his head,  even in a moment so filled with emotion   ).   this is normal,  he tells himself,  they’re JACK AND REBECCA,  but they’re also jack,  and rebecca.  two human beings who,  due to their LOVE and his own stubborn need to outrun his darkest feelings,  he sometimes forgets are human.  of course,  it’s all too clear in a moment like this,  as jack finally throws his arms open wide,  fists unclenching as he bursts out,  frustration filling each word,   “so WHAT do you want me to DO,  rebecca,  huh?   because i don’t know if i KNOW anymore,  okay?  i’m tryin’ here,  I AM.  a twelve for you,  i said it.  i haven’t forgotten it.  but lately?  i don’t even know what it MEANS to be a twelve!  i don’t!  so just  ---  just TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!”

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you’re not just my great love story,  rebecca.  you  ---  you were my BIG BREAK.  and our love story,  i know it may not feel like it right now,  but i promise you:  

                                                                IT’S JUST GETTING STARTED.

                                                                        @foundpurpose  &&  @onamoonshadow                                   independent jack pearson && rebecca pearson.                                                       by zanza  &&  by katie.

foundpurpose:

STARTER CALL!   hit the heart and i’ll toss a thing your way!  i have verses for teen jack,  young adult jack,  adult jack,  as well as a verse or two where he doesn’t die,  so let me know if you’d like something specific!!  if you’re a multimuse,  let me know who you’d like your starter(s) for!