I Don't Really Know Why I'm Censoring This But Like. Blushy John Proctor Warning.

Drops this for Jeest Fans 🫳

Eat up y’all.

https://youtu.be/Nh2F9TDaKV4?si=dW8Oi-X7ehWs4wz8

BABES WAKE UP NEW EMO JOOST KLEIN ERA IS HERE!!!

*I think he's going through a breakup phase with Eurovision but I could be wrong*

This may become a new fanfiction opportunity

I really gotta shitpost more often

I Will 😈

I fucking wrote The Crucible Yaoi

Hell yeah bro

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64917301/chapters/166866850

Y’all need to read it

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

Do you guys ever think about if the 1996 movie adaptation of The Crucible was made 20 years later it could've gotten the Hamilton fandom treatment?

Like I know there's already an absurd amount of fanficiton but like could you imagine going on YouTube and getting recommended an angsty Abigail and Proctor animatic? Or like going on tumblr and seeing people call Reverend Hale a "smol boi" or something?

I think that would be really funny idk

BRO CHAT wtf have I just made

I may be cooked bro tf😭🙏

Younger Black Heart Inertia.

The first meeting with the assistant backstage. “Is he that into you?”

Marshall (The popular actor/singer) and Brandon (The ‘Nerdy’ Assistant)

It was just an ordinary day at the studio, Marshall had been hanging out with Director Samuel’s assistant, Brandon for as long as he could remember. It was oddly strange for someone like the blond to be around an clumsy and always late to the moment assistant but no matter what the situation was, The dark brunet would always be there with him. But this day would be different.

Marshall just waited outside, leaning against the brick wall as he watched the brunet walking out from the back door and entering the alleyway. Adjusting his glasses and his headphone, the assistant gazed at the actor and softly sighed before walking up to him and standing next to him, leaning against the wall with a coffee in his hand, which made the actor notice him and smile at him. “Is that for me?” he teased.

“Ah, uhm,” The assistant blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, but you may not like it--!”

Glancing at the cup, Marshall shrugged and took a sip before starting to almost drink the whole cup but stopped as he slowly turned to the stunned Brunet and chuckled. “Well, I never knew you taste sweet, B.”

Brandon jumped and blushed heavily, realizing that the cup read ‘Non dairy, soy, Extra foam. Brandon.’ Since he was running late to the production, he forgot to get him the right drink order. “Oh my god, oh no! I’m so sorry, Mr. Marsh! I-I, ughh, Forgot to get it right!”

“No..? I said that you taste sweet, B.”

“Uhm, what does that mean?”

“You want me to show you?”

The assistant nodded before trying to reach for the cup before feeling Marshall pinning him against the wall and pulling him closer by his back and began kissing him passionately, squeezing his waist as he felt their bodies heating up. The dark brunet moved his hand up to his hair, slipping and tangling his fingers. While his other hand dropped the coffee and slid to the sides of the brunet’s neck as he pressed his leg against his thighs, hearing the assistance slipping soft noises from his mouth before pulling away briefly and staring at him. “Would you like me to stop here, I mean we’re on a tight schedule after all, B.”

The brunet gently tugged on the actor’s shirt collar, he shook his head as he was out of breath. “Just the opposite, please..” he breathed, feeling the actor biting his lip before stopping and pulling back and smiling at him.

“BRANDON!” The headphone speaker spoke, The assistant jumped as he knew it was from the director, Samuel Michealson. “Do you have those reports done like I had hoped for you to get done in an hour or so?”

The brunet swallowed his saliva as he tried to answer him but felt Marshall comfort growing more passionately, staring him in the eyes as he leaned in grabbing his shoulder. “A-Ah! Of course I did, sir, I’d never ignore an assignment-!”

Marshall cut him off again as he started to kiss him again, slowly moving his headphone off of him before finding the button to hang up on the director. “Sorry, Sam, but your assistant is pretty busy now,” the dark brunet glanced up at him. “Mind leaving a message?”

Jere “I like legs” Pöyhönen and Joost “I like getting my ass ate” Klein, I have a suggestion you both might enjoy

real spit your facts monarch!!!

As a follow-up to my reblog discussing how Elena and Proctor paradoxically use projective identification as a form of self-destruction, I present to you a BPD reading of Proctor because I Have Thoughts. *Ellie Honor Bell rings again.* Under the cut for being long and detailed; please proceed with caution due to the subject matter.

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