#jack allen

think a lot about “And This, Your Living Kiss” by opal_bullets

Bernard: "Maude please stop psycho-analyzing me you're off the clock and I'm trying to eat my mashed potatoes."

Eugene: He asking all the follow up questions, "it is permanete?" "do you still have a human mind?" "what kind of worm?" He doesn't even get around to answering because Katrina is gets bored and leaves.

Tom: "whut? worms? I can get the dewormer from the kitchen. Sorry, I don't mean be rude honey but ain't you a bit old to be eating dirt? How did you get worms?"

Wooton: "yes" and then he goes on about the worm terrarium he'd build for Penny. And then they wind up buying worms and building a compost pile.

Whit: If it's old Whit then he'd somehow work in something about how not a sparrow falls that God doesn't know about it but if it's early whit and he's in a bad mood he's like "no, that's a stupid question."

Wrong. A man who regains his hope, his happiness and his love can make me bawl.

I wish I had more eloquent words to describe this joy I feel prancing around my home in between each words (I mean the last chapter)

But also the gasps and sadness reading Dean's poems (on prostitution) and the blushes and screams I let out for his other poem (iykyk).

The words between Sam and Dean about John was heart wrenching. The domesticity of it all made me so happy and sad at the same time.

This was perfect. I loved the characterisation. I love the tenderness with which the writer approached everything. I love the care and work they put in, even made me wanna pick up poetry despite how I felt about it (too high for me to grasp)

Thank you!