Ten different suburbs and I could still navigate with my fucking eyes closed.
( jd huffs out a laugh at the stupid sameness of it all, lifting his head to look up at the sky, quickly darkening after sunset. they stayed at school late today – kate, to the library, to work on some banal, time-consuming essay; jd, to the library as well, for company -- if sitting next to her, rocking as far back in his wobbly wooden chair as he possibly can just because, reading aloud the lines from hamlet that he finds to be completely enlightening, and likely being distracting overall can be considered company.
well, at the very least, he's offered to walk kate home, which isn't entirely a new concept. the last dregs of the scorching texas summer and homecoming and all that other stupid shit seem pretty far away now that the temperature's settled down a little and jd's stopped looking as out of place in his dark trenchcoat. surprisingly enough, this school year's been ... not as bad as he'd expected, thanks to a few people, places, and/or things here and there. then again, his expectations of his return to texas had been utterly cataclysmic.
so maybe he's a little less focused on all of his raging inner turmoils. so maybe he has a friend or something now. so what. )
( 3/5 ) What kind of daddy are we talking here? Like some creepy baby fetishist daddy, or like a sugar daddy that's gonna pay for all of my college loans? Or like a "son, go to your room and think about what you've done" daddy?
( 4/5 ) Wait, would this make the person in question Jesus in this scenario?
( 5/5 ) I have so many questions that need answering, Goodman.
Holy shit, Gallagher do you think that I sit here and analyze church signs? do I look like someone who has the answers to this pressing questions? anyway, I would love if god could pay off ALL college loans
I'm just trying to weigh my options before I decide to accept our lord and savior as my daddy, okay? Fucking seriously, though. Maybe I'd actually want to go if God-daddy would foot the bill.
( two feet -- two fuckin' feet -- of snow in new haven. it's not that gideon even minds the snow, per se. snow doesn't really accumulate at sea so it isn't any different than dealing with rain. here, though, on land, in this capacity? at least in wallsend they'd only ever seen a few inches at a time. this is a little extreme, though he supposes that extreme is what america does best.
quinn's suggestion that they should go out and play in the snow draws quite the laugh from him until he realizes that she's being dead serious. his hesitations are met with accusations of being a boring old man, to which he staunchly disagrees. that's how gideon finds himself in the middle of the new haven green (though it's anything but green right now), somewhat inappropriately dressed for the weather in his hoodie and leather jacket and the knit cap tugged over his head. the bottoms of his trousers are already wet from traipsing through said mountains of snow to even get here in the first place, but it's not a totally unfamiliar feeling and thankfully his trusted boots have done their job well enough.
city buildings and the colleges and the like are decidedly closed, many local businesses deciding to follow suit. the snow brings a serene sort of quiet about the whole town, though the antics of children and children at heart who've decided to come here for some fun are anything but. gideon finds himself swept up in it all, a finely packed snowball already threatening to melt in his bare hand, but first he has to get his particular blonde target in sight before launching it, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, just having to hope that it doesn't actually hit a stray snowsuit-clad child as it coasts through the air and towards her. )
( the suggestion that they play in the snow wasn't actually meant to be serious, at least initially. it's the sort of thing one throws out offhandedly when classes have been cancelled and the snow is falling down in thick white flakes that make the world outside the window look like a giant snowglobe. but, she realizes, the minute the words have left her mouth that it's exactly what she wants to do. day in and day out are spent trying to grow up as quickly as possible. to achieve the sort of life she's always dreamt of even though, she'll never admit, she has no idea what happens if and when she finally gets there. that his instinctive reaction it to laugh the suggest off really only makes her want to do it more. after all, as quinn wastes no time reminding him, she's supposed to be the boring, uptight one.
lima saw it's fair share of snow days while quinn was growing up, but nothing that could compare to this. her pant legs are soaked through long before they make it to the green, and there are flakes sticking to her hat at melting in her hair, but that faint chill running through her seems so unimportant now. if new haven is beautiful in the fall (and hadn't she told rachel, even before coming here, that it would be?), it's gorgeous in the winter. like something straight out of a postcard.
gideon is cast only the quickest apologetic little smile, his winter wardrobe severely lacking for obvious reasons, and then quinn enters into the flurry of activity on the green the way she once took to clubs, extracurricular activities and parties in high school. all bright smiles and bubbling with laughter.
dropping back onto a giant mount of white, absolutely careless to the fact that she doesn't actually have a snowsuit of her own and hasn't really played in the snow like this since she was a little girl, she tries to get him to make a snow angel and, instead, winds up showing a young girl standing nearby the best way to get up without ruining it in the process. another demonstration and she's just about to turn back to him when the snowball hits high on her shoulder and for a moment she's stuck, mouth open and eyes wide. ) You're such a jerk!
( not her sharpest retort when considering there's no real animosity in her tone, the words carried on a giggle and barely out of her mouth before she's shaping a snowball of her own and flinging it back in his direction.
probably not a great shot. she was a cheerleader, and always at the top of the pyramid. who needs to throw? )
( watching quinn smile and laugh with complete and utter joy brings out the same sort of feeling in him, despite the fact that he resists her proposal to make snow angels with her. he thinks he got the better end of the deal, in the end, getting to watch her teach some kid she doesn't even know how to do it the right way. definitely cuter than anything he would've attempted, that's for sure. but he's nothing if not direct and eventually decides to acquire her attention somehow. thus, the snowball, which makes his smiles turn into an even wickeder grin and it hits his intended target.
gideon dodges her snowball with quite the artful step to the side, but maybe he's just showing off a little bit. no, no, he could definitely break out the fancier footwork if he were really trying to look impressive. )
You have to actually aim next time, love! ( he calls through a laugh.
now, feeling like being especially antagonizing, he stands utterly still, feet planted in the deep footprints he's left behind, spreading his arms wide open. ) Free shot. Easy target!
( it would almost be irritating how easily he sidestepped her initial volley, but quinn's too caught up in the memory of what a real snow day could be like. well, that and she's already hard at work on her second attack. pauses just long enough to shout back over the screams of children: )
Maybe I was just trying to take it easy on you, old man!
( except then there's that offer, and it's so obviously a trick. quinn has always prided herself on not being completely naive, and still she straightens. oversized snowball cupped in one hand and brow arched, staring him down. it's a trick, and still she's going to take it, because why wouldn't she? at least this time she makes an attempt at aiming, tongue poking out and one eye squeezed shut, exaggeratedly sizing up the competition before flinging her second shot straight at his chest. )
Oh, so that's what that was. ( said more to himself than anything.
gideon's eyes are squeezed shut quite dramatically as though preparing for heavy impact, though he peeks one open theatrically as he loudly taunts, ) Any day now!
( a trick? he'd never, and would be utterly scandalized if quinn accused him of such a thing. a laugh nearly escapes him as he watches her preparation, but he decides he'd ought to bite his tongue lest he make her angry. and he would never want to make her angry, right?
yeah, about that... the moment her snowball begins coasting through the air, gideon takes off. no, he doesn't dodge to the side this time, rather, he runs straight into it, only cringing a little as it hits him in the dead center of his chest, its icy remains flying up in his face. he can't worry about that right now, though, focusing on quinn herself. right when he's nearly reached her, he crouches low to scoop up a huge handful of snow, not bothering to compact it into snowball form, and flings his whole body forward in an attempt to shove said handful of snow down the back of her coat, grinning all the while. )
( snowball warfare is truly the most dangerous kind and quinn? well, she's a piss poor soldier. the snowball's barely left her hand before he's running towards her. an impressive feat all on it's own in the drifting snow. caught off guard, she turns into a deer in the headlights, all wide eyed and completely unsure what to do. she manages to stumble back a few steps (which really ought to earn her some credit in this weather.) but otherwise makes no move to get away.
not until the oversized handful of snow makes his intentions all too clear, and by then it's already too late. by the time she tries to twist out of his reach he's already got her trapped. she manages to avoid some the wintry assault, but it isn't nearly enough and the high scream it pulls from her is entirely reflexive.
at this point, the only consolation would be if it was loud enough and close enough to gideon to make him regret this. although if the scream doesn't do the trick then maybe the fistful of snow she's managed to scrape up and his currently trying to shove into his face will do it. )
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Date: 2014-08-23 11:50 pm (UTC)you pick
Date: 2014-08-23 11:57 pm (UTC)you pick
Date: 2014-08-24 12:01 am (UTC)you pick
Date: 2014-08-24 12:03 am (UTC)jd
Date: 2014-11-05 02:01 am (UTC)OH HI THERE
Date: 2014-11-05 06:14 am (UTC)( jd huffs out a laugh at the stupid sameness of it all, lifting his head to look up at the sky, quickly darkening after sunset. they stayed at school late today – kate, to the library, to work on some banal, time-consuming essay; jd, to the library as well, for company -- if sitting next to her, rocking as far back in his wobbly wooden chair as he possibly can just because, reading aloud the lines from hamlet that he finds to be completely enlightening, and likely being distracting overall can be considered company.
well, at the very least, he's offered to walk kate home, which isn't entirely a new concept. the last dregs of the scorching texas summer and homecoming and all that other stupid shit seem pretty far away now that the temperature's settled down a little and jd's stopped looking as out of place in his dark trenchcoat. surprisingly enough, this school year's been ... not as bad as he'd expected, thanks to a few people, places, and/or things here and there. then again, his expectations of his return to texas had been utterly cataclysmic.
so maybe he's a little less focused on all of his raging inner turmoils. so maybe he has a friend or something now. so what. )
anyone. come at me.
Date: 2014-12-15 10:41 pm (UTC)surprise me
Date: 2014-12-15 10:51 pm (UTC)johnny!
Date: 2015-01-13 09:06 am (UTC)idek. one of your ai kids
Date: 2015-01-15 06:09 am (UTC)dealer's choice
Date: 2015-01-15 06:12 am (UTC)idk. come at me.
Date: 2015-01-15 06:16 am (UTC)are you sensing a trend here?
Date: 2015-01-15 06:18 am (UTC)nat and lip are only in a texting relationship i think
Date: 2015-01-17 04:36 am (UTC)who needs human contact??? apparently not them
Date: 2015-01-18 08:05 am (UTC)Gross.
( 2/5 )
Well, that depends.
( 3/5 )
What kind of daddy are we talking here? Like some creepy baby fetishist daddy, or like a sugar daddy that's gonna pay for all of my college loans? Or like a "son, go to your room and think about what you've done" daddy?
( 4/5 )
Wait, would this make the person in question Jesus in this scenario?
( 5/5 )
I have so many questions that need answering, Goodman.
it's the only way to sustain their love
Date: 2015-01-18 08:38 am (UTC)anyway, I would love if god could pay off ALL college loans
how else would they banter 24/7
Date: 2015-01-18 06:29 pm (UTC)Fucking seriously, though. Maybe I'd actually want to go if God-daddy would foot the bill.
GOD we just don't kno
Date: 2015-01-18 06:51 pm (UTC)The phrasing still skeeves me, monetary promises aside
you knew this was coming
Date: 2015-01-26 06:37 pm (UTC)you dick
Date: 2015-01-26 10:43 pm (UTC)quinn's suggestion that they should go out and play in the snow draws quite the laugh from him until he realizes that she's being dead serious. his hesitations are met with accusations of being a boring old man, to which he staunchly disagrees. that's how gideon finds himself in the middle of the new haven green (though it's anything but green right now), somewhat inappropriately dressed for the weather in his hoodie and leather jacket and the knit cap tugged over his head. the bottoms of his trousers are already wet from traipsing through said mountains of snow to even get here in the first place, but it's not a totally unfamiliar feeling and thankfully his trusted boots have done their job well enough.
city buildings and the colleges and the like are decidedly closed, many local businesses deciding to follow suit. the snow brings a serene sort of quiet about the whole town, though the antics of children and children at heart who've decided to come here for some fun are anything but. gideon finds himself swept up in it all, a finely packed snowball already threatening to melt in his bare hand, but first he has to get his particular blonde target in sight before launching it, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, just having to hope that it doesn't actually hit a stray snowsuit-clad child as it coasts through the air and towards her. )
you love it
Date: 2015-01-27 12:36 am (UTC)lima saw it's fair share of snow days while quinn was growing up, but nothing that could compare to this. her pant legs are soaked through long before they make it to the green, and there are flakes sticking to her hat at melting in her hair, but that faint chill running through her seems so unimportant now. if new haven is beautiful in the fall (and hadn't she told rachel, even before coming here, that it would be?), it's gorgeous in the winter. like something straight out of a postcard.
gideon is cast only the quickest apologetic little smile, his winter wardrobe severely lacking for obvious reasons, and then quinn enters into the flurry of activity on the green the way she once took to clubs, extracurricular activities and parties in high school. all bright smiles and bubbling with laughter.
dropping back onto a giant mount of white, absolutely careless to the fact that she doesn't actually have a snowsuit of her own and hasn't really played in the snow like this since she was a little girl, she tries to get him to make a snow angel and, instead, winds up showing a young girl standing nearby the best way to get up without ruining it in the process. another demonstration and she's just about to turn back to him when the snowball hits high on her shoulder and for a moment she's stuck, mouth open and eyes wide. ) You're such a jerk!
( not her sharpest retort when considering there's no real animosity in her tone, the words carried on a giggle and barely out of her mouth before she's shaping a snowball of her own and flinging it back in his direction.
probably not a great shot. she was a cheerleader, and always at the top of the pyramid. who needs to throw? )
~that's one secret i'll never tell~
Date: 2015-01-27 09:12 am (UTC)gideon dodges her snowball with quite the artful step to the side, but maybe he's just showing off a little bit. no, no, he could definitely break out the fancier footwork if he were really trying to look impressive. )
You have to actually aim next time, love! ( he calls through a laugh.
now, feeling like being especially antagonizing, he stands utterly still, feet planted in the deep footprints he's left behind, spreading his arms wide open. ) Free shot. Easy target!
~xoxo~
Date: 2015-01-27 10:07 pm (UTC)Maybe I was just trying to take it easy on you, old man!
( except then there's that offer, and it's so obviously a trick. quinn has always prided herself on not being completely naive, and still she straightens. oversized snowball cupped in one hand and brow arched, staring him down. it's a trick, and still she's going to take it, because why wouldn't she? at least this time she makes an attempt at aiming, tongue poking out and one eye squeezed shut, exaggeratedly sizing up the competition before flinging her second shot straight at his chest. )
GOSSIP GIDEON
Date: 2015-01-28 12:32 am (UTC)gideon's eyes are squeezed shut quite dramatically as though preparing for heavy impact, though he peeks one open theatrically as he loudly taunts, ) Any day now!
( a trick? he'd never, and would be utterly scandalized if quinn accused him of such a thing. a laugh nearly escapes him as he watches her preparation, but he decides he'd ought to bite his tongue lest he make her angry. and he would never want to make her angry, right?
yeah, about that... the moment her snowball begins coasting through the air, gideon takes off. no, he doesn't dodge to the side this time, rather, he runs straight into it, only cringing a little as it hits him in the dead center of his chest, its icy remains flying up in his face. he can't worry about that right now, though, focusing on quinn herself. right when he's nearly reached her, he crouches low to scoop up a huge handful of snow, not bothering to compact it into snowball form, and flings his whole body forward in an attempt to shove said handful of snow down the back of her coat, grinning all the while. )
still better than canon, tbh
Date: 2015-01-28 06:32 am (UTC)not until the oversized handful of snow makes his intentions all too clear, and by then it's already too late. by the time she tries to twist out of his reach he's already got her trapped. she manages to avoid some the wintry assault, but it isn't nearly enough and the high scream it pulls from her is entirely reflexive.
at this point, the only consolation would be if it was loud enough and close enough to gideon to make him regret this. although if the scream doesn't do the trick then maybe the fistful of snow she's managed to scrape up and his currently trying to shove into his face will do it. )