old-grey-lion-and-cub:

clockhearted-crocodile:

Some fluffy Tomas-and-Marcus headcanons for y’all:

  • Marcus starts the bar fights and Tomas finishes them.
  • Tomas definitely can’t cook, and has no opportunity to cook while in a state of Perpetual Road Trip, but would 100% learn how to cook if it meant making sure Marcus was eating regularly.
  • Marcus can cook a little but only knows how to make chicken nuggets and M&M pancakes and anything else you would cook for a traumatized child to make them feel better.
  • Tomas can’t dance. His sister tried to teach him once but it was a traumatic experience for both.
  • Marcus can only dance when he’s drunk.
  • Tomas loves picking up science magazines at gas stations or scrolling through articles about new medical discoveries on his phone. He always tells Marcus the highlights.
  • They once stayed up till 3:00 a.m. arguing different interpretations of Ezekiel 28.
  • Tomas’ favorite movie is The Shining, which in their universe would be the highest-grossing horror movie of all time, which is weird to think about.
  • Marcus’ favorite movie is National Treasure.

Bless

granpappy-winchester:

“… I put my hand down in something soft and I looked down. I saw that kid every day for the next two years. Every morning I’d wake up he’d be looking down at me. What about you, Marcus? What do you see?”

“You want to know what’s in my head? Arguing. Mum and dad barking at each other like dogs. Both of them drunk. He’s swinging at her and she’s in a ball on the floor, trying to scoop her brains back in with both her hands. I’m yelling at him to stop, but he cracks her again. And now, now there’s blood coming out of her mouth like a fountain – I’m seven years old. I. I pull his poaching rifle off the back of the door and I shoot a bullet right in the middle of his throat and even as he’s going down his big bloody hands are trying to squeeze the life out of me – that’s for starters. I see this little unwanted boy stuck half-way up an oak tree all the other orphan bastards are trying to knock him down with bricks and balls to send him back to the infirmary so he can spend another night cutting patterns into his arms to send himself to sleep. I see this little boy in Mexico City. His neck is twisted all the way around and his mom is screaming at me from the doorway. I see a housewife in Seattle mixing bleach with tap water and telling her little girl that the water is holy so it burns her when it hits her skin. That is what I see when I close my eyes.

#the exorcist#theexorcistedit#marcus keane#peter morrow#petmarcus#the exorcist spoilers#my gifs#tw abuse#tw self harm#i tried my best with transcribing this#(marcus connecting to someone outside of the church tho#no talks of possession or demons – nothing about the church that has been his whole life#just one man connecting with another#and not being rejected or shamed but accepted and understood#peter making sure marcus KNOWS that)#(and then of course the kiss afterwards)#(why are you so good to me show)#(i love you show)#my heart is gonna explode with all these feelings#(gawd just marcus being so shocked#not even looking at peter once hes done#like hes ashamed of his outburst#and then when he sees peter#and how peter isnt running away or angry or disgusted with him??#oh marcus you deserve every hug and smooch) via @granpappy-winchester