Novakcest

callowyn:

deerstiels asked: heyy there i have a question would you have a problem with other people writing novakcest? i’m just asking because ever since i read your fic i’ve been obsessed but i know you were like the creator of it and i would totally understand if you didn’t want other people to write it (also unto dust is so amazing to the point of me worrying that i’d ruin the pairing by not doing it as well as you) just thought i’d ask, thankss..

NOT AT ALL, we actively encourage other people to write fic for this verse! that is in fact exactly the intended purpose of unto dust, as well as the entire novakcest tumblr. and if you want any help brainstorming or if you’re concerned about our “canon” my askbox is always open, I am 100% up for talking the ear off anyone who asks about novakcest. also people who don’t ask about it. pretty much everyone within talking range.

IN SHORT, PLEASE DO :D

reblogging onto this blog to remind everyone that you are always welcome to write novakcest fic! you don’t have to ask permission first, just let us know when it’s posted so we can drown it in a deluge of love and tears and firstborns.

coalblackhorses:

That painful summer.

that summer, it’s the kind of hot where you step out of the shower and all that sweat you just washed away starts reforming immediately
coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and jacob standing right outside the door
brushing past each other with malicious elbows to the ribs
any excuse for a touch
jimmy can never get himself clean

and jacob being handsy, but violent about it
shoves, smacks on the back of the head
wild-eyed jocularity
kicking under the table but with bare feet it’s still skin on skin
jacob knows they are watching each other, hyperaware, so he takes advantage of this
maybe he is angry and petty and selfish, maybe his frustration makes him mean, maybe he thinks if he is going to ruin everything it might as well  be whole-heartedly
jimmy doesn’t want to acknowledge him? fine.
but still jimmy’s subconscious habit of refocusing when jacob enters a room
they just distract each other so much
by virtue of existing
pretending not to stare at each other or the sweat on each other’s faces

(via fragmentsshoredagainstmyruin)

Whenever they drink, Jacob likes to recite things: the periodic table, digits of pi, types of subatomic particles, lyrics to “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” Even when he’s not speaking aloud Jimmy can see his mouth moving down another inexplicable list.

“Why do you do that?” Jimmy says finally, when he’s drunk enough to ask and Jacob, his head draped on Jimmy’s shoulder as he hums to himself, is definitely drunk enough to answer. “Why do you always say this random shit?”

Jacob wobbles upright to squint at Jimmy. Both his hands are on Jimmy’s knees, squeezing so he doesn’t fall over. It takes a minute for the flow of words to cut off.

“So I don’t say anything else,” Jacob says, and lapses back into the song that never ends.

(via seaholly)