#johnconstantfine

        Giles cursed under his breath as he drew his weapon. The weight of the sword was reassuring in his hand but he also had a cocktail of terrible feelings about this churning in his gut.

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‘we are having sex but one of us just sprained something or broke a bone and i think we have to go to the er.’ (when ur bf is a secret vigilante and hides his injuries lmao)   ---  awkward moments during sex meme. 

Matt’s legs were looped around the other man’s hips while they sat up entangled on John’s bed. The two men were quiet aside from sounds of enjoyment muffled by the other’s lips. Matt had ignored the initial twinge in his right shoulder that had been there for a couple days but when his arms rose up with John’s hands pushing his shirt off, he let out a sharp yelp. Just the wrong angle and right amount of pressure on that joint at just a bit too fast and Matt could feel that twinge now as a much sharper pain. 

“-Fffuck, stop,” he muttered, feeling John pull his hands back off him immediately. 'Catholic boy’ Matthew was generally not one to curse often but they still slipped out on occasion. Fingers splayed over his shoulder with him haunching over protectively out of instinct. Matt could feel the heat in John’s face rise as well as his heartbeat speed up. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” assured Matt quickly, breathing a little heavy from both the kissing and the discomfort. Even if he couldn’t see the look on John’s face, he knew yelping out in pain in someone’s lap in just their underwear was pretty awkward to say the least. His eyes had been shut tight for the last few moments before catching his breath. He’d been in much worse pain but that didn’t make this feel any better. Didn’t dare test out his range of motion yet but something certainly felt fucked. (Not the fucked he’d been hoping for tonight) “I tweaked something -- at work -- a couple days ago,” he offered up as an explanation with a pained smile briefly. “Think I just messed it up further,” he added with grit teeth as he tried to shift his arm into his lap. 

@johnconstantfine​ :  a man’s past ain’t his measure. 

medicine walk | accepting

3: Does your character like coffee better, or tea?

After a life spent in hospital wings, Stephen is not above drinking coffee. In fact, he half thrives on it, and has done so for a great deal of his adult career. That being said, he does also enjoy tea, and came to enjoy it ever more so once settling at Kamar Taj. Before that he would have tea as a ceremonial drink or when on holiday, but coffee is still his go-to when he needs some hot, liquid support. Tea, for him, is more for comfort and socializing.

11: How would your character court the person of their dreams?

In spite of being a robust flirt, Stephen doesn’t really have a set design for courting. By and large, Stephen hasn’t had reason or time to consider the decorum of a true romantic approach with a certain permanent end in mind. In fact, he’s shied away from long-term commitments specifically because he fears the loss should they not sustain or come through. 

But when Stephen loves someone, and really wants to keep them in his life, he insures that they have a grounded friendship first. Sex can often be involved, but it can just as often be excluded during this stage. If at any point the relationship isn’t workable but he cares about the person, he is openly flexible to negotiating friendship in those circumstances. 

If the relationship survives, he rather doesn’t know what to do other than continue being friends, and being himself. He may open up more - or close himself off in the beginning out of panic - and in time will rely on them, which for him is the biggest show of confidence. Beyond that, his tried and true acts of affection are insuring they have time together, doing whatever makes the other partner happy. Stephen was by nature of being a middle-aged, genius bachelor prior to his magical career, more than a bit of an egotist. So when he openly devotes his time to others and not to himself or his duties in particular, it’s a clear indication of how much he wants said person to be a part of his chaotic life.

17: When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved?

Stephen has a fraught relationship with violence, harm, and death in general. By and large he despises violence, but he acknowledges that whether or not it’s logical, it happens for good and bad reasons. And sometimes, for no reason at all.

Personally, he does his utmost not to commit unnecessary violence, but that doesn’t preclude him from having to be violent in order to survive so many of the situations he’s put into. If he had his druthers, Stephen would remain a pacifist and well and truly “do no harm,” but that desire is put completely at odds by the requirements of his position. He must kill things, both spontaneously and purposefully, in order to keep balance on a larger scale.

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS.

@johnconstantfine​ asked: ❝ the fuck is this ? ❞

            The sudden voice has the vampire craning his head to the side and looking over his shoulder. Seeing the other in the doorway, a mild confused look on his face, Angel held a hand up as if to replace a shrug. “Uh--” he began, not knowing what Constantine was referring to, “me sitting in the dark thinking?”

if he was thinking critically about this, he might have surmised that this was inevitable. There was a thin line between lust and hate in his brain, given his history. And given theirs, they might have been teetering off and on it for a few years now. 

Fortunately or unfortunately ─ his brain had turned itself OFF. 

His gloved hand gripping the front of the petty dabbler’s shirt, shoving him against the nearest wall. Enough that it keeps him quiet. Enough that it quiets his own thoughts in the process. Just before lips crush against the others. The piercing taste of smoke is the first thing to register. Second is the stubble on both their chins. And lastly is how warm and how soft John’s lips were. 

The rest could be left unspoken. 

She stands, COFFEE cup in hand, poring over the back of some short story anthology as she waits. ‘A Collection of Twenty Tales to Chill Your Bones,’ it touts. A book of ghost stories. There’s a watercolor illustration of one such GHOUL on the front cover. ‘Read On... If You Dare...’

Footsteps are HEARD coming up the stairs, and she assumes it’s the shop owner with the keys to his rare book collection, here to honor the appointment she had set with him, so she goes to PLACE the compendium back where the other Halloween-themed books were being displayed. But before her fingers break contact with the pages, she realizes it’s not the shop owner, but another familiar face.

“You know...” Haven sips from her cup, “If you’re looking for the Goosebumps series it’s DOWNSTAIRS in the kids’ section.”