but this looks more like a tango

i had a flashback to the above exchange after reading the most recent tweets-

fuckin mr planned out practical and concise boy whiskey vs “uhhhhh idk sure ok sounds fun” tango

like whiskeys just “im gonna do things This Way Specifically because that is The Most Sensible and Works”

tango: im gonna wing it

whiskey: [short circuits] [cannot Deal w/tango’s casual approach to life] [steals last of the pie]

also bitty with the relatable content-

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!

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Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Second character design for Dancing Knight Fever (The current name for the dancing rhythm rpg idea I’m conceptualizing). He’s the leader of a desert gang of dancing skeleton baddies that specialize in tango. Still want to refine his design but I’m enjoying his first pass. 

Zimbits/Made of Honor AU

Fair warning, I played fast and loose with the actual Made of Honor plot but it’s similar enough that I guess it counts.


–Jack didn’t kiss Bitty at graduation and they fell a little out of touch

–Bitty gets a job in Providence post graduation so he moves close to Jack and they reconnect

–They have weekly lunch dates and are in general BFFs

–Jack obvi plays hockey, and brings Bitty as his plus 1 to events since they’re BFFs

–They’re at some charity dinner and Bitty is like are you ever going to settle down with someone and have a plus 1 who’s not me

–And Jack is like well no hockey

-Bitty = :(

-Bitty’s bakery job sends him to France for like 3 months

-While he’s gone, Jack is like huh this is weird I like super super miss Bittle and hockey isn’t really as much fun without him around to text and have lunch w/e

-Also the Falconers get knocked out of playoffs and he’s grumpy that Bitty isn’t there to comfort him

-He tells Shitty and Shitty is like JLZ you useless robot you’re in love with him

-So Jack is like oh shit I’m in love with him and I must tell him

-So he goes to pick Bitty up from the airport and tell him

-But Bitty shows up holding the hand of another man dun dun DUNNNNN

-And Bitty’s like MEET MY FIANCE THIS IS PIERRE AND WE’RE IN LOVE

-Cut to restaurant scene where Jack is sitting miserably while Bitty and Pierre gush on and on about their whirlwind French romance and how they’re getting married at his parents estate in the French countryside

-Bitty: “Jack, you’ll be my best man of course say you will? You’re my best friend!”

-Jack: “…uh yeah sure.”

-Bitty: “Great it’s next month!”

-Jack: “…what”

-Jack, later on the phone to Shitty: “what do I do he’s marrying someone else in a month”

-Shitty: “We’re rounding up the troops and causing havoc #SamwellGotYourBack”

-Shitty calls in Ransom, Holster, Lardo, Chowder, Dex, Nursey, Tango, and Whiskey

-They decide to hold a series of tests designed to prove that Jack is a more worthy opponent than Pierre

-So they do like an Olympics/Chopped sort of thing with a variety of tasks. Bitty, Shitty, and Lardo are tasked as judges

-one of them purposefully fails each round to make Jack look good

-But Pierre is….keeping…up?

-The final round is a baking competition

-Somehow Pierre wins even though Jack busts out the maple sugar crusted apple and weaves literally the best lattice of his life.

-Holster: “Bro, idk…Bitty seems to really like him.”

-Ransom: “Yeah maybe we should let it be.”

-So fast forward to wedding time in France! There’s all sorts of fun shenanigans

-Interspersed with shenanigans is little hints that Pierre and Bitty don’t really know each other that well and have some fundamentally different ideas on things

-Like Pierre says something about pie not being the best dessert and Bitty is like waitwhat

-Jack and Bitty go for a run one afternoon and Jack almost gets up the courage to tell Bitty

-But then they’re interrupted by all of the Bittle women who have come to kidnap them for a bachelor party night!

-Cue “kisses for change scene” from the movie (for those of you who haven’t seen it, Bitty carries around a jar and people drop money into it in exchange for a peck)

-Jack puts in his money and leans in to kiss Bitty on the cheek and whoops, now they’re accidentally making out

-Bitty breaks off, slightly dazed, and is like “uh gotta go, bye.”

-Unbeknownst to them, Suzanne Bittle saw that whole exchange

-(Suzanne Bittle is also not a fan of Pierre)

-Suzanne corners Jack that night and is like “you love my son go talk to him.”

-Jack goes to talk to Bitty

-Cue epic blowout fight. Like…its ugly.

-“I pined over you in college and I pined over you in Providence and you have had plenty of time to decide that I was worth more than hockey to you and I’m not letting you ruin this for me because you’re scared of letting me go!”

-“You just ran off and got engaged to some rando and that’s how you want to get over me? Because you know, and I know that you know, that that kiss earlier was real. And you want this just as much as I do.”

-“But are you ready to come out? Because I won’t play second fiddle to hockey”

-“….”

-“That’s what I thought”

-Yeah not good.

-So after all that Jack leaves.

-Bitty and Pierre start getting ready for the wedding.

-Jack realizes he’s an idiot and turns around

-Jack comes busting in the doors right at “does anyone object.”

-Cue long impassioned speech about all the things about Bitty that Jack knows and Pierre doesn’t and why that means Bitty should marry him because Bitty is more important than any hockey game

-Bitty cries and then sadly tells Pierre that he can’t marry him

-Pierre lets him go because he’s honestly a good guy, he’s just in the way of the #Zimbits

-Jack and Bitty and the rest of the Bittles fly back to America

-Jack comes out with Bitty by his side

-They get married and live happily ever after

A-Z NSFW: Ten

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A = Aftercare 
Ten is such an angel, he can’t rest after you’re finished until he knows you’re okay, comfortable, and happy. He’s out the bed faster than you can catch your breath and returning with a warm rag and some water because he ‘wore you out, you need to rehydrate’ before he will even allow you to cuddle up to him and go to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Ten has an almost unreal obsession with your eyes, I think he’s a pretty loving…lover…so he likes to keep eye contact, seeing the lust and affection in your eyes, knowing they mimic what you seen in his. Aside the fact he just thinks your eyes are the more beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he can read your emotions like a book, knowing he’s hit the right spot when your eyes widen or when you’re close when they flutter shut. We all knowaside from his noseTen’s dancer hips are where it’s at, and he knows it too. His hips are the main reason that he gets to see the look of pleasure cloud your eyes, his hips play a huge part in his dancing that he’s pretty proud of, why wouldn’t that carrying over to the horizontal tango, right?

C = Cum 
Ten’s a pretty passionate lover, he doesn’t voice this but he thinks it’s kind of degrading to just…jizz all over you for no reason, 9/10 he’ll cum in you/the condom #RubberUpForDanKids. Then it’s his unspoken job to make sure he’s cleaned you well before you carry on with your day, 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Ten’s not a dirty boy by nature, he’s pretty sweet and innocent, and that’s how the majority of your relationship is; sweet and innocent. So the fact that he may or may not have had a rough night, and may or may not have jerked off to one of your completely goofy snapchat pictures is a secret he’ll take to his grave. How could he tell you he touch his dick to a normal picture of you with dog features, c’mon. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I’m 119% sure Ten is the most innocent baby you’ll ever meet, like this boy seriously gonna get all awkward and look away when some girl popper her booty like cmon…..he’s soft. Even his teacher said he was more interested in dancing than in girls, so I think he’s one of the boys that’s going to be a clean slate and you have to teach him a lot of stuff, mold him into your perfect match.

F = Favorite position
Again, Ten’s pretty much a clean slate when it comes to sex, and he’s the sweetest and most loving boyfriend you could hope to find, he rarely ventures beyond missionary. He likes the full on contact, and being able to look in your eyes, kiss you easily, it’s a comfortable position for both of you. If anything else, he’ll spoon you so he can still hold you, but on the norm, he’s just a missionary guy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Because Ten is kinda awkward seeing sexy things, and he doesn’t seem like he really has any experience, I imagine he’d be full of nervous giggles the first few times, not really knowing what to do and more focused on listening to what you’re telling him to do than anything. But after he gets the hang of it, I’m sure he’ll still be a ball of fun, he’s kind of a meme too, he can’t even keep the dorky smile off his face while he’d dick popping to Hide And Freak, he’s a dorky mess in the sheets too.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Like Johnny, we’ve seen his tummy quite a few times and it’s pretty darn clean, not even a trail of hair, so I think he’s pretty cleaned down there too. Plus I think I’ve even seen pics where he had no pit hair either…like he waxed or shaved his armpits….so yeah, he’s a clean baby.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Ten is that boyfriend that is THE boyfriend you want, he’s got matching couple cases with Johnny, c’mon he’d be the cutest, sweetest bf ever. He’d treat you like royalty, after he may or may not have watched one too many romance movies, it’s not uncommon for him to at the very least have soft music playing and mood lighting, even candles decorating the bathroom when he decides you need a relaxing bath that he so happens to join. He’s not much of a PDA guy, so he goes all out with his love expressions here, to let you know how much he really loves you and appreciates you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Ten’s a very good dancer, he practices a lot, so you’re not always around. As long as there’s a lock on the bathroom door, he will deal with his situation. Not that the lock helps much, Ten’s not very good at keeping his voice under control, whether it be with you or just his hand, everyone knows what’s going on when you hear Ten’s incoherent moaning.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I don’t see Ten having many kinks, if any at all? I just think we hype his sexualnessthats not a wordup way too much, he really seems pretty vanilla to me. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Ten seems really basic and standard. If anything, praise might be a slight kink, adding to his motivation, but that doesn’t really qualify entirely.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Besides the comfort of your bed, the only place he enjoys doing the do is the bath, he takes full advantage of the bathroom having a spacious bath, and the sneaky way he pretends he just wants a bath to relax with his lover. We all know if you get in that bath, you’re going to end up dirtier than when you got in. And the best part about bath sex? You can just get clean again…and dirty again…and clean again…

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly the thing that gets him going is just knowing how much you love him, when you purposely overdo the compliments and praising his looks or dancing or voice, he knows what you’re up to. You’ve slightly conditioned him that way, it was sort of your way of telling him you wanted some time alone with him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Public sex is literally not on the menu. The thrill of public sex is the knowledge that literally anyone could see you, making it a game of being sneaky, but Ten cannot handle that. He’d be too paranoid of getting in trouble for public indecency or one of the members walking in on you in the living room, he made sure to shut down that idea instantly.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like Johnny, he doesn’t really like isolating his pleasure, he wants to be able to please you the same as you do him, so when the act of oral comes up, it’s more often than not 69. At first he was kind of messy, not really know what he was supposed to do, or how to do it well, but by the end of your ‘lesson’, you turned him into a pro.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Ten’s dancing is very flowy, smooth movements like water. A perfect lover at heart, his pace leans more towards slow and sensual, he likes stretching out the pleasure for the both of you, making sure you’re both completely satisfied and that you fully feel his love.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It’s an odd occurrence, but when the moment arises where you two don’t have the proper time to deal with it, he pretty much needs the quickie. Ten isn’t one that can just ignore his dick hard and ruining his life, it needs to be dealt with, and if you’re around, would you really reject some more fun with Ten?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I deadass think Ten would cry if someone walked in on your two, he’d be so mortified. I definitely don’t see him taking any risks that happen outside of the bedroom or bathroom, he’s very private with his affection to you, it’d kill him if someone saw you two doing something naughty. Although I don’t see him enjoying many things beyond typical sex(ie. bringing in toys or kinks or whatever), if you propose them, he’d try them out at least, but I don’t see him taking to anything more than just you and him together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Ten is a damn good dancer, and he’s been doing it since he was a kid, so I don’t think he gets winded, he doesn’t get tried easily. As many rounds as you can handle, he’ll gladly give you them. Nana said he’s a ‘long fuck, he’s a go all night till you see the sunlight kind of fuck’, literally my 60+ year old grandma said that, she knows what she’s talking about.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t think toys have ever cross his mind, unless you brought it up. He’s more of a hands on lover, he-like Taeyong- enjoys the fact that it’s you and him alone that makes the sex between you two so pleasurable. That it’s your affection and love and desire for one another that takes you to nirvana, not some silicon toy or vibrator, I don’t see him dipping his toes into that pool.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not much of a tease, Ten likes making sure you’re both on the same level of pleasure. Foreplay is a must, but once you tell him to get on with it, he complies easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don’t think he’s very vocal, he doesn’t say much beyond whispering a few I loves yous during the act, but he’s a definite moaner, he’s not quiet at all, if you’re in the house, you will hear Ten, that’s a fact. And to his horror, is a reason for the taunting from the other boys after one of them heard him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together, a story you liked to tease Ten over, stemmed from Ten having a wet dream. What other outcome could there possibly be when you’re woken up in the middle of the night by your boyfriend groaning your name and practically humping you in his sleep besides waking him up and dealing with his…situation?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
In my Nana’s wise words, Ten’s ‘too pretty to have those weird, forearm sized wieners. He ain’t big but those hips…it’s all good shorty’. I agree, either he does a really good tuck job, or he’s just not on the bigger side, which really doesn’t mean anything. The boy makes up for everything with his pretty face and those goddamn hips will take you to another world no matter what.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I don’t think Ten has a very high sex drive, I think most of his energy is worked off with his dancing, I’m think his drive is actually pretty average.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think Ten is a lover than likes to cuddle and talk about your relationship and how much he loves you and how the universe works every night, it’s part of your sleep schedule so it certainly becomes part of the after-sex routine. He doesn’t fall asleep easily afterwards, he wants to stay up, make sure you’re okay, eat, talk, clean up, cuddle, and then maybe he’ll go to sleep. That is, as long as your post sex convos don’t dip into aliens, then he’s never going to sleep.

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Ghost Quartet All-Ages Show- 10/7 Review!

  • ok first of all. literally the best thing ever.
  • Second of all- the *screaming*, you know, during Photograph, was LIKE 800 TIMES MORE INTENSE
    also THERE WAS NO LIGHTS, like PITCH BLACK for all of Lights Out and The Photograph and most of Bad Men
  • so a total blackout for most of side 3. which was. like. you know how when you’re driving and you r lost youthrn down the music or when you want to hear a really good part of a song u close your eyes? yeah that except instead of music you’re listening to a literal goddess scream at seven hundred fuckung decibels. no lights at all… except. Except. During The Photograph, which was already so much. more. oh my GOD she can SCREAM holyFUCK i literally ASCENDED.
  • during The Photograph theres one tiny light shining first just on Brittains face, then on Gelseys face. And it looks like they’re at the end of a tunnel like it looks like they’re either closer or further to u that you remembered and holy SHIT it was dramatic
  • At the end of Hero, between Hero and Midnight, Brittain was *sobbing* like straight up breaking down.
  • SOLDIER AND ROSE OH MY GOD. so Brittain was like being as flirty as a sophomore fuckboy. shaking her hips, raising her eyebrows, leaning in to Soldier, all that. and Gelsey was just. You know the “fwoosh” noise in soldier n rose that sounds like wind
    That’s not a synth noise. That’s Gelsey standing there with one of those things where you shake it and it makes a fwoosh sound. one of those Noisemaker Cans that you pick up at party supply stores
  • so B was like standing a foot from G, totally just like flirting it up, and G was just standing there, holding the Noisemaker Can, looking like completely apathetic. Like, “all my friends are dead” apathetic. Holding it up to the microphone, shaking it occasionally, and boredly glaring at everyone.
  • during Family Meeting, while Dave/Usher is like “yo Roxie how old are you?” while he’s doing that, Gelsey is bringing him a drink with her head down and. that really changed how I thought abt their family. like. poor Lady Usher honestly!
  • I Don’t Know was significantly faster. like 50 percent faster.
  • DHXBJSBXJBSC DAVE DEFINITELY HEARD OUR OUTCRY AND MEMES ABOUT BRENT’S MIC
    AND LIKE MADE A JOKE OUT OF IT
    EVERYONE ELSE WAS LIKE. FOUR TO SIX INCHES FROM THEIR MIC AT MOST TIMES.
    EXCEPT BRENT WAS LIKE KISSING HIS
  • Usher Part 1 was. legitimately scary and disturbing.
    gonna sound weird but lady usher gave me Old Prince Bolkonsky vibes
    but more sympathetic
    her face was. terrifying. like genuinely aaaaa.
  • they changed pearls death monologue to include a little more abt rose
  • oh yeah n also in uh Four Friends In a Room Drinking, Dave n Brent SHOUTED “pretty boys knee”
  • like Marya-During-ACTP level belt
  • “HEY THERE TUMBLRITES ITS THE GAY LINE”
  • during Camera Shop, Rose looked So Fucking Uncomfortable. nervously laughing, playing with her hair, adorable confused face. “whom is this lady and why is she offering me whiskey.”
  • y'all probably noticed this a while ago but the Camera Shop-Tango Dancer and Monk-Midnight connections were even more obvious in person
  • also during Four Friends every time (so three out of four) that G&B sang “pretty girls knee” they would give each other this intense stare and raise their eyebrows and smile knowingly and no I do not ship actors that’s gross but uh this was… an interesting touch
  • OH SHIT FATHERS AND SONS STAGING
  • someone HAS to get a boot of fathers n sons because IT WAS HILARIOUS but I can’t describe it well
  • i might have to draw a diagram
    but it was like
    so first, G&B take their mics off the mic stands. They walk over to D&B and hold them up to the guys faces while they sing.
  • Then, when Brent is singing “and if anyone pushes me I’m gonna push him back” and G&B are going “hmmmmmmhmmmm”, they share a mic and Dave holds Brent’s mic.
  • Then, when everyone sings “bum bum bum bum”, G shares a mic with D, and B shares a mic with uh. other B
    and G and B walk in circles around D and B
    like that overshared gif of h******n during cabinet battle 1
  • holy shit it’s hilarious
  • also this whole time dave n Brent r bashing the Fuck out of two bongo drums
  • i really hate to say this but. starchild was underwhelming. it sounded like. the cast album
  • oh,,, shit. subway. such a FUCKING banger.
  • the drums for Bad Men were painfully loud and gelsey delivered every line perfectly and brittain’s Fuck Monologue was AMAZING except I was with my overprotective somewhat conservative dad lmao : )
  • same goes for Roxie’s monologue in family meeting
  • four friends was just always a good song
  • ANY KIND OF DEAD PERSON WAS AN AMAZING SONG
  • did I mention that THE LIGHTS WERE TOTALLY DARK
  • did I mention that JESUS FUCK GELSEY BELL SCREAMING IS LIKE SO MUCH FUCKING LOUDER AND MORE OF AN EXPERIENCE CLOSE UP
  • since I’m bad at using my own words for shit: the entirety of The Photograph was grotesque and amazing
  • oh yeah,,, what’s an audio bootleg,,, totally not something I have,,, if you messaged me asking for an audio bootleg you would uh definitely not get anything in return
  • Lights Out was adorable
  • Hero made me CRY
  • Midnight made me have emotions
  • The Telescope was kinda average (never been my favorite song) but they did have different lights go on for every star
  • oh yeah I’m a fucking moron because I honest to got thought Brittain sang Tango Dancer .-.
  • the cast all went in through the same door as us aaaaa (in fact, @prettyboysknee held the door for Dave Malloy) except Brent entered through a Secret Basement Door apparently??? that Really boosts his cryptid status
  • the shirts are amazing
  • AT THE END OF TW&R AFTER THEY GIVE US THE INSTRUMENTS THEY JUST??? LEFT???
  • LIKE HERES AN ELECTROHARP AND A STRINGMAN AND A BANG-BANG DRUM NOW BYE HAVE FUN
  • WE KEPT THE TUNES GOING FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES
  • my nerd of a dad said to me during the Us Music “do you think they’d mind if I went up there and took some booze”
  • it was. so amazing
  • did I mention that it was gayer than it sounds on the album
  • did I mention that HOLY SHIT GELSEY BELL SCREAMING
  • it was all just so
  • aaaaaaaaaaaaa
  • aaaa
  • aa
  • a
  • if I did happen to have an audio boot, i would be glad to message it to anyone who wanted
  • however, I don’t have one
  • hey Dave if you’re reading this there’s no audio boot
  • aaaaaaaaaaaa

tl;dr: gelsey bell is an ethereal being, brittain ashford is amazing and beautiful, dave malloy is a genius, and brent arnold is an incredibly talented cryptid

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that whiskey also has a speech impediment and that dex is the first frog to adopt him

The tadpoles are certainly an interesting bunch. The two that he’s interacted most with - Tango and Whiskey - couldn’t be more different if they tried. Tango is loud and talkative and unafraid to ask whatever questions come to his mind. Whiskey, though, talks softly, if he talks at all, and he seems much more introverted. Maybe that’s why it takes Dex a week to notice the way Whiskey pauses in the middle of sentences sometimes, the way he clearly avoids some words, the way his jaw works just before he starts a sentence. It’s like looking in a mirror, once he recognizes it, and he wonders how he could’ve missed it.

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Mirror

It’s getting ridiculous.

Dean trying to get Cas laid is nothing new, but… this?

Sam suppresses a groan when the waitress approaches them again. He knows what that glimmer in Dean’s eyes means. She did, after all, smile at Cas when they ordered.

“Hi. My… sadly shy but exceedingly handsome friend wants you to know you have really pretty eyes”.

She giggles.

And Dean never notices the important things.

That Cas always, always shoots him a sad look when he does something like this.

And that Dean keeps commenting on Cas’ appearance in a way that’s… well…

“Not entirely platonic” may be an understatement.

Small wonder it never works. Dean talks about Cas like a besotted boyfriend, for crying out loud.

He’s not the only one who sees it either.

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Even if Caryl never goes “tongue-wrestling, horizontal-tangoing, admitting their love by speaking the words ‘I love you’” canon, this is canon:

Originally posted by hypernovadust

when Daryl Dixon, angry redneck and self-appointed pariah, gave Carol Peletier a Cherokee rose as a symbol of human kindness and hope. And this is canon:

Originally posted by noisysunday

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pll characters reacting to their fetus selves
  • alison: okay i know being a bitch is sort of your thing and all and that makes you cool but like would you rather be dead (or fake dead) or cool? actually CHILL GIRL
  • aria: maybe don't with the pink streaks? it's not as cute as you think it is girl, either go all out or not at all
  • caleb: lol what a nerd, who even wears beanies anymore, also you're going to fall in love with this one girl so remember NOT TO SLEEP WITH HER BEST FRIEND thx bro
  • charlotte: *can't react because is dead*
  • emily: you're super mega ultra gay, just embrace it girl
  • ezra: just...wait until aria is legal, okay? okay. actually, just forget girls, cake is much less complicated and more cake = less heartbreak
  • hanna: girl you fab don't let anyone else tell you otherwise...but like don't steal those sunglasses, love yoself (and yo mom, the things that woman will do for you o m g)
  • jason: lol we've changed quite a bit haven't we
  • lucas: you will become very very rich. but you still can't get girls. your life is sad
  • mona: don't play dumb. you're a badass. also toffee tango is a great lipstick color on you you should wear it more often queen
  • paige: you're gay and that's okay but plz get a new haircut, anything that makes you look less aggressive
  • spencer: you need to take a chill pill no more like a thousand chill pills well actually no don't do that we have a problem with pills
  • toby: what a smol bean, stay gold ponyboy. also your life sucks, but it will suck significantly more if you don't date spencer hastings. you're welcome.
  • wren: you handsome devil you, you don't know how much you're going to fuck up, good luck mate

anonymous asked:

Girl, I saw this close up picture of Yuzu once with like stubble or something (not sure but sure look a bit like stubble), and now I can't stop imagining him with facial hair and his LGC hair style. Daym.

Originally posted by pilesofsmile

Well…..

BUT WAIT! 

WAIT! 

THERE’S MORE!

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”

“You tease me
Oh, please me
I want you to be my love toy
Come near me
Don’t fear me
I just can’t get enough of you, boy”

Gunther - Ding Dong Song

I swear…I dare someone to make a fan mv of Yuzu with this song. I would die.


Why a moustache you ask?

Well, he only has a moustache stubble.


Yuzu could tango toe-to-toe with Javi…

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anonymous asked:

Im love that last nurseydex fic w ace Dex and was wondering if maybe i could prompt smth where they talk about Dex's intrusive thoughts and he maybe gets help for them (if he has anxiety or anything say) and Nursey being supportive and Dex tryna thank him by being romantic? No pressure to write though!

Okay, for the record, obviously you don’t have to be sex averse to be ace. In my head, Dex isn’t. it’s a conversation he and Nursey will have at a later date. Cut for length and not content

“Jesus, Poindexter, how long are you gonna be in there? I though-”

Nursey’s voice trailed off as he pushed his way into their shared bathroom. The second Dex heard the door squeak open, he grabbed for the first thing he could reach to cover himself, which ended up being the dirty shirt he took off before his shower.

Dex knew how it looked, he fucking knew. Naked and still dripping, alone in the bathroom, flushed in embarrassment, ashamed and hiding. It looked like…

“Were you masturbating?” Nursey looked horrified, but Dex couldn’t really tell if it was because he spoke without thinking or because of the way his voice cracked in the middle.

That. It looked like fucking that.

Dex tightened his grip on the shirt in front of his junk. “No! No, i wasn’t fucking… masturbating.”

“It’s chill if you were,” Nursey hastened. “We never really talked about, y’know… that. And if you do, that’s fine. Good even! I’m not really one to talk, because I do it a lot. Regularly, even.”

Nursey was rambling. Which was just fucking weird for Dex to hear. He had never seen his boyfriend so awkward and… nervous. It made something nasty twist inside Dex. He had caused that; it was his fault.

“Nursey. Please stop talking. I wasn’t, okay.”

Dex could tell Nursey didn’t believe him. He sighed and scrubbed his free hand down his face, wiping away stray water droplets that had rolled down from his hair. He didn’t really want to talk about it, but he would do a lot of things for Nursey that he didn’t want to do. Hell, he would probably chop off his own fucking leg if Nursey asked.

“Look, you know how I’ve been going to that study group early Thursday mornings? Well, I’ve actually been… going to the counselling center, okay? And the counsellor person thought that I should do this stupid self love affirmation crap. Look in a mirror and tell myself nice shit. That’s what i was doing, okay?”

Nursey’s face flashed from confused to hurt before it finally settled on neutral. Somehow, the neutral almost hurt worse than anything else. It had been months since Nursey defaulted to that stupid fake chill bullshit with him.

“That’s cool, Will. It’s really awesome that you’re going to the counselling center.” His voice was just as blank as his face.

Dex wanted to explain that he hadn’t told Nursey because he didn’t want to get his boyfriend’s hopes up that htis was something he was going to stick to. He made the first appointment without any plans of actually going, and the same for the second, and the third. By the time it was a regualr thing, he didn’t have an explaination as to why he hid it from Nursey in the first place.

He wanted to explain that he was doing this for Nursey, that he understood his anger and emotions were getting in between them. For maybe the first time ever, Dex would rather change himself than lose someone else, and he wanted Nursey to know just how important that made him.

He desperately wanted to explain that he loved Nursey so much it scared him, and that he would do anything in his power to never be the reason that Nursey was wearing that fake chill face and that tension in his shoulders. Even embarrassing shit that made him feel stupid.

With a sigh, he reached out and grabbed Nursey’s hand. “Why don’t you stay and watch?”

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The Dominatrix | Na Yeon (TWICE)

The Dominatrix | Na Yeon (TWICE)


word count: 3.3k
genre: smut
warnings: dom/sub themes, public sex, car sex



“You did what?” You nearly shout causing the soda you’d been drinking to dribble down your chin in a frothy cascade. This had started as a nice outing with your friends to kickstart your birthday celebrations, but it took a tailspin once they revealed what they’d decided on for your present. A gift card or book would’ve sufficed; you’re not a very high maintenance person when it comes to these things. No, they decided to dust off a tidbit of information you’d dumbly leaked during a drinking contest a few weeks ago. While your throat burned and mind was cloudy from way too much of whatever happened to end up in your shot glass you’d spilled a fantasy about being a submissive to some crazy dominatrix, but that was all it was: a fantasy. These two people you’d thought were your friends have decided to pounce on your words and signed you away to the dominatrix. She’s known throughout most of the city and runs a highly-profitable business, even employs a few understudies, but you hadn’t put much thought into what she could do. Until now.

Your friends don’t seem to share in your fear. They simply laugh at your explosive reaction like they would a joke, but you were genuinely in shock. Out of all the hair brained ideas they’ve come up with through the years–there were a lot–this one takes the cake as your least favorite. You’d take the one time So Mi crashed her car into a river to get some quick money off her insurance over this. Even all the anxiety from being an accessory to insurance fraud would be better than this.

“You did what for my birthday?” You demand again, swiping at your chin to remove the sticky soda residue. Maybe you’d heard them wrong. Yeah, that had to be it. So Mi and Mi You would never do something this crazy.

“Thank us later,” So Mi laughs. Okay, maybe they would. You pout across the table at them. You won’t even deem her response logical enough to respond to. Instead, you pick a piece of meat off your plate and pop it in your mouth. It tastes fine, but you’re positive your expression mirrors nothing but displeasure. The more you think about it the more anxious you get. You most certainly will not be thanking them for this. They had all but signed your death certificate! If she doesn’t kill you then the anxiety-induced heart attack will get the job done.

“Oh, don’t look like that, [Name]-ah.” Mi You chimes in. “You’re the one that told us you wanted to try out being a sub to someone for a night. We just fulfilled that wish.”

“Yeah, but I was drunk! And you’re just second-handedly murdering me by loaning me to the best dominatrix in the city! She’s the real deal, y’know! She’ll eat me alive!”

“I bet she’ll eat something.” So Mi says coyly as she sips her own drink. You resist the urge to tip it up so it spills all over her.

“Honestly, [Name], calm down. You know she won’t actually kill you. And for all you know, you could enjoy it.” She gives you a saucy wink before handing you a folder. It’s unmarked and you’re afraid to open it. Mi You rolls her eyes and takes it from you, opening it and handed you the slim stack of papers. It’s a contract with two spots for signatures at the bottom. One is already signed with the neat script of Im Na Yeon.

“She’s already approved you, all you need to do is show up.” So Mi informs you, holding out a pen for you to sign your name as she knows you inevitably will. You know with such a touchy subject you probably should read through all the fine print, but you know it will only serve as a way to scare you out of it if you read half the things she could do to you, so, against all better judgement, you take the pen and sign your name.


You’d let Mi You hold onto the contract for the rest of the day so you wouldn’t be tempted to tear it to bits and burn the shreds. Instead, you focus on the list that apparently accompanied your contract which dictated every single thing you need to do in order to prepare yourself for Na Yeon, right down to the color and length of your dress. Now you stand in front of a swanky club in a tight, shimmery white dress that falls exactly two inches under your butt. You’re tempted to tug at them hem, not being used to such short outfits but So Mi had gone through five stores to find a dress that was the exact length and wasn’t going to move on you in the slightest. Damn them for being so thorough with the planning. Had you been in charge of this yourself everything would’ve been screwed up. You’d somehow manage to end up in a floor-length, green gown.

You shiver as the line slowly inches along though it’s unseasonably warm out tonight. It could be the fact that your dress could be used as a napkin or that your nerves are coming back to life as you near the entrance. Several people are sent away with angry looks on their face, most looking young enough to still be in high school, and you fear that somehow the seemingly meticulous Na Yeon could have forgotten to get your name on the list. The thought makes you slightly elated. Your mind is soothed at the thought of turning in early and putting this crash course adventure behind you to be a memory you laugh at for years to come, but now you stand in front of the bouncer.

He’s so stereotypical it looks as though they copy and pasted him from an action noir film, from his intimidating height to the all black attire, he looks so funny you find yourself giggling. It relieves some of the pent up stress and you easily give him your name. He glances over a few pages of the list before waving you inside. The giddiness magnifies as you step into the club. The atmosphere is muted and sensual. All the flashing neon lights have been replaced with dimmed fluorescent lamps, leaving the whole place in near darkness. You wind your way through the maze of grinding bodies until you reach the back wall where a few booths sit uninhabited. Before you can move to occupy the one seated in the corner, away from most people and nearly black in its isolation; you feel eyes burning into the top of your head.

Glancing upwards, your gaze falls on the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen: Im Na Yeon. The profile picture she has on her website does her face no justice. Her eyes alone have you melting into the floor. She appraises you as well from the second floor balcony, drinking in the skin that your strapless dress leaves exposed. You’re not sure if she’s looking at you because she knows you’re here for her or if you’ve genuinely caught her attention and the prospect has you smirking up at her. A perfectly plucked eyebrow arches at you before she hooks a finger at you; come here. You saunter over to the stairs immediately.

The lustful feel that you felt downstairs is boosted tenfold up here as everyone is sprawled over velvet couches and sipping on champagne or moving together on the dance floor in a sensual tango. Na Yeon greets you soon after you step into the landing, giving you no time to bask in the heady atmosphere. Her hand twines with yours and pulls you on to the dance floor. Her hands immediately bring your hips to meet her’s as she grinds against you.

“Hello, [Name],” She purrs in your ear. You shudder as her voice sounds like liquid gold at such close proximity. “You look much more beautiful in person, I must say.” You preen under her words, already longing to hear more whispered praises. She tugs your hips tighter against her so that there’s no space between your ass and her grinding hips. One of her hands departs from your hips to play at the hem of your dress before gliding it underneath to caress your mound through the flimsy lace underwear So Mi assured you were as mandated as the dress. Her touch sends flames licking up your stomach as your legs go weak.

“How are you this wet already?” Her voice seems to be teasing, but as her hand reappears you can easily see yourself glistening on her fingers even in this low lighting. Na Yeon chuckles lightly before pressing her fingers hard against your lips until you part them. Immediately, you taste yourself spreading across your tongue. It should be strange, but the smirk you feel pressed against your neck as Na Yeon watches you suck on her digits has you working to please her. As soon as you’ve fully cleaned her Na Yeon grips your hips and swings you to face her. Had it not been for her bruising grip you might’ve teetered over in your heels.

“Good girl,” She praises, pushing a tendril of hair behind your ear. Her hips haven’t stuttered once as they move against you and your sure if she continues you’ll come without her having to put in much work. Of course, Na Yeon has other ideas. “Touch yourself.”

She’s a bit taller than you. Whether from her heels or actual height you don’t know, but you still look up at her with fearful eyes at the prospect of touching yourself in public. It’s not much different from what she just did to you, yet it still makes a heavy blush spread over your face. Na Yeon raises her brow at you again and you realize it’s what she does when you do anything even slightly out of order. Slowly, you move your hand between your bodies until it presses into the wet heat between your legs. Na Yeon slows the movement of her hips to watch the way your hand disappears under your dress. You know she isn’t the only one privy to your show. If anyone wanted to they could watch you get yourself off for her. That thought alone has you kicking it into high gear. You move your soaked panties to the side and press your thumb into your clit. Na Yeon’s tight grip refuses to let you fall as your knees wobble with pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl.” She whispers. Her words are for you but her eyes can’t look away from the space between your swaying bodies. You press harder into your clit, rubbing tight circles against the bundle of nerves, and press two fingers into your opening. You’re so wet that there’s no resistance and you pump them inside yourself unhindered. A breathless moan leaves your lips, and for the first time tonight Na Yeon kisses you. She doesn’t let up her assault on your mouth until your shuddering against her from your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come all over yourself, baby?” She watches your face this time, “You gonna let go for me? Let your come slick down your legs?” Her words are just the right amount of dirty and commanding to have you doing just as she wants. Your legs go positively numb as if all your bones have been turned into water as you feel yourself come all over your legs. Na Yeon smirks at your fucked out state and easily swoops one arm under your knees and the other across your back so she’s carrying your shaking body. You don’t pay attention to where you’re being taken until you’re plopped on to soft upholstery. Now you’re seated on a velvet couch, identical to all the others, in the far corner of the room. From here it looks like you’re watching everything move inside a snow globe. The light seems much brighter from your spot in the intense darkness.

“Up,” Na Yeon suddenly commands from behind you. The order is accompanied by a light slap that sounds like skin on skin. You turn to see her patting her bare thigh. Shakily, you crawl across the couch to her lap. She easily grabs your hips and pulls you so your pussy is flush against the skin of her thigh. She gives you simple instructions: move. Your hips are already in motion before you can fully register what it is she wants you to do. She tenses her leg as you grind against it, head thrown back in silent moans. By now your dress has ridden up over your hips, but you can’t find it in you to care. Na Yeon doesn’t seem to mind either as it gives her a better view to the way your spreading slick across her leg with each swerve of your hips.

You feel this orgasm approaching much faster than the first and you reach out for something to anchor you. Your hands curl into fists against the cushions, crushing the soft velvet under your shaky strength. Na Yeon weaves her fingers between your clenched ones until you’re holding on to her instead. You can’t tell if it’s an endearing motion or if she only wants you to feel her in this moment, probably the latter, but it doesn’t matter as your brain goes blank with the intensity of your orgasm. Your hips shudder to a stop and Na Yeon’s hands jump into action, pushing and pulling at your waist until you can’t breath from overstimulation. She doesn’t stop until tears burn down your cheeks, then she lets you go to fall back against the couch.

“Let’s go, babe,” She says suddenly. You’ve barely collected your bearings enough to straighten your dress to a more presentable place on your body. Na Yeon, on the other hand, is already swiping at her thigh with a wad of napkins before moving to yours. The thin paper is scratchy against your sensitive skin, but you say nothing and let her finish cleaning you up. Once she’s finished she tugs you to your feet. It takes all your concentration to not fall flat on your face as she tugs you through the club and to the door, though you almost broke your ankle on the stairs. The comical bouncer is still stationed outside when you walk out and he gives you a once over before winking at Na Yeon. She rolls her eyes at him and tugs you to the other side of her, somewhat shielding you from his gaze as she pulls you to a black limo with heavily tinted windows. A man in a suit emerges from the driver’s side to open the door for you and Na Yeon helps you in. The partition is already up and you can imagine what that means.

“Here,” Na Yeon hands you a bottle of water from the mini fridge which you guzzle down greedily. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until now, but the way Na Yeon is looking at you reminds you that you won’t be getting any rest anytime soon. “Turn around for me.” She says once you’ve depleted your bottle. You do as you’re told and face your back towards her. She moves closer until you can feel her breath across the nape of your neck. As she tugs down the zipper of your dress she leaves a trail of kisses over your spine, causing you to shiver in pleasure. Once it’s fully unzipped her hands dip inside, caressing across your stomach so the fabric falls from your chest. You help her fully remove it by lifting your hips off the seat. The pure white color of your dress will probably be tarnished by the floor but you don’t care. You’re too busy basking in the way Na Yeon’s hands move across your body.

She cups your breast that have been left bare due to your strapless dress and lack of strapless bras. Her thumbs play with your nipples until they’re standing at attention before trailing her touch lower and lower, until she reaches the lace of your ruined panties. With a quick tug of her hands the soft lace is torn away from your body and left in shreds in her fist. From this position with your back pressed against her chest while your legs stretch over the seat she can easily spread your thighs until you’re fully exposed. Her fingers rub across your abused sex, playing with your sensitive nub until you’re dripping wet again.

“Hands and knees.” Na Yeon says, already pushing you away from her chest. You do your best to maneuver into said position without hitting your head on the ceiling. As you wait for what Na Yeon’s about to do you watch her reflection in the dark glass. She lifts her dress to reveal a harness crisscrossing over her hips and the impossibly huge dildo she’s sliding through the ring. You squeeze your eyes shut in fright. It would be impossible to fit anything that size inside of you no matter how much you were prepped. Na Yeon seems convinced otherwise as she glides two fingers inside of you. The feeling has pleasuring ripping through you and you don’t notice that she’s moved to four fingers until she’s sliding them out of you and you go from feeling pleasurably full to completely empty. Your walls clamp around the air as you await anything to come fill you up again. Na Yeon does just that as she spreads your lips and slides into you to the hilt.

You want to cry, scream, and moan all at once as she presses as deep inside as she can until the tip is resting against the spot that has your forgetting anything but her name. The first few thrusts are experimental grinds before she’s pulling out so only the head of the toy is inside you before slamming back in. You scream at the feeling of being so full as she hits your g-spot with precision each time. It’s not long before your sagging forward and seeing stars. Na Yeon wraps your hair around her fist and tugs until your back is arched perfectly. The slight pain magnifies your pleasure and you come with a scream that’s so loud you’re afraid it’ll hurt Na Yeon’s ears. She seems unbothered as she drops your hair in favor of your hips, continuing to give you shallow thrusts until you’re sobbing into your arms.

You mourn the loss of the toy as soon as she pulls out. It feels almost shameful to be empty after being filled to the brim, but you collapse against the seat anyway. Your entire body feels like the ocean is pulsing inside you instead of normal things like your bones and muscles. Na Yeon seems to notice how completely spent you are and hands you another bottle of water. You can’t even find enough coordination to open it.

“Come here, baby girl.” She says sweetly as she gently pulls you into her lap. She takes a sip from the bottle before pressing her lips to yours, transferring the water to you. You drink it eagerly, licking at her lips for any stray drops. She does this for half of the bottle before letting you rest. As soon as your head presses into the curve of her neck you’re out like a light.
11. Flirting // Nurseydex

« {Part 11 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: there’s a lot more whiskey in this than i initially intended, because i suddenly remembered that i’m actually in love with him. so… enjoy?

“You call that a slap shot, Nursey? That puck was going so slow a nine-year-old could have stopped it barehanded.”

“Tch. You’re just saying that because your last three shots went two feet wide and you’re intimidated by my mad skills.”

“What mad skills? You shoot like you’re playing mini golf.”

“At least I’ve got aim. You probably couldn’t hit the goal if it was the size of, like, a Zamboni.”

“I can hit a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“…Are they really still going?” Tango asked Whiskey as they watched Dex and Nursey squabbling on the ice. It was eight in the morning, and practice had ended half an hour ago, but the two D-men were still on the ice trying to finish their game of Call Your Shot. At this point, it was getting a little ridiculous.

“They’re definitely… resilient,” Whiskey allowed. “Their endurance is impressive.”

“I know. Also—I can’t believe they still have insults left to throw at each other? Like, wouldn’t they have run out by now?”

“Insults?” Whiskey asked, turning to Tango and raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call those insults, Tony.”

“Then what would you call them?”

“Flirting,” Whiskey said flatly.

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Dakavendish Headcanons

I promised these like five days ago Jesus Christ what was I doing


•Vinnie is the more experienced of the two, having completed at LEAST one mission before being paired with Balthazar
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•Though Vinnie is laid back and pretty much nonchalant about everything, there are times where he does take his job seriously. A serious Vinnie is a scary Vinnie and Balthazar has seen this only a few times in their partnership
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•Balthazar sometimes forgets that Vinnie is a trained Time Traveler and is ashamed to admit he gets impressed with Vinnie when he actually does his job
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•They indulge one another such as Vinnie buying lunch where Balthazar wants to and Balthazar taking them to the zoo on non pistachio related terms
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•Balthazar is somewhat afraid of big dogs, but Vinnie could hug a dog that’s both twice his size and looks like it wants to eat his kidneys
•"Just pet it. She’s not gonna bite.“
•"Dakota, I swear. Take that devil beast back where you found it!”
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•Balthazar hands are always cold and Vinnie’s hands are always hot, so they usually hold hands
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•When they tell the organization that they’re in a finally relationship, it’s more of a shock that they weren’t beforehand
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•Vinnie can dance to any type of music while Balthazar can sing any genre of lyrical music (this doesn’t mean he WILL)
•Vinnie’s favorite is Mambo/Salsa/Tango and Swing dances because he gets to pull Balthazar into it, whether he wants to or not
•He prefers tango over swing because he likes to fluster Balthazar with the more sensual moves it includes at times
•"I told you, I don’t like to tango.“
•"Not even the horizontal kind?”
•"….OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS VINNIE DAKOTA I SWEAR TO THE HIGH HEAVENS…“ and so on.
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•Vinnie needs a hug a day. Just one. Or more, if you want.
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•Vinnie has to raise on his toes to get a kiss and Balthazar, being the cheeky bastard he is, rises up on his toes to stay out of reach
•Vinnie eventually just yanks him down
•But sometimes Balthazar picks him up instead
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•It’s not uncommon to find an asleep Vinnie curled up next to a barely awake and still working Balthazar
•"What the…. Balthazar, it’s like three in the morning, go to sleep.“
•"I don’t get tired, I get results.
•This, of course, comes back to bite him in the ass and he sleeps almost twelve hours after he passes out, leaving Vinnie to do their job by himself (not that he minds)

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this shows so much of their characters though. like chowder and dex are computer science majors (i think. chowder has never been confirmed but he did take a class with dex his first year and was talking to tango about it so for this post i’m rolling with it). they’re methodical, they cover all the bases knowing that the more fliers they hang, the more likely it is they’ll find someone who will fit what they’re looking for. 

nursey however is an english major, more specifically he likes poetry. it’s something very personal, especially if your subject matter is a person/people as you have to have an understanding of human nature at least somewhat and you have to observe your surroundings to to make inferences about them so you can have something to write about. he uses this ability to find people who he thinks would be good managers, and it works. 

ryleigh-and-cats  asked:

(Dexydex) tangos crush on Nursey? I need to know more.

This is super vague still and needs to be BEEFED but I’m still stoked on it. Thanks @poindexterpatrol for letting me scream abt this last night n adding some SOLID points (go follow her, the love of my life).

Ok LOOK I have. canonical evidence for this. Basically Tango meets Nursey on the taddy tour and is like “wow ok I’m smitten” (bc it’s Nursey ummm) but he’s super self conscious abt his crush so he just asks questions abt him to everyone and stares longingly, rather than actually talking to him, hence why he’s always shown w Dex n Chowder (my canonical evidence). He hangs out w them and haggles them for info about Nursey. Frankly, it’s embarrassing, but Chowder n Dex love this kid. Anyways. Bitty is the first person Tango comes out to, but Chowder n Dex are the first people he tells abt his crush (everyone kind of…….knew already. except Nursey bc he’s oblivious and too busy staring longingly at Dex so uh) and Tango, like, begs them to help him get a date w Nursey. Chowder, immediately is like “omigod of course!!!11!!1!!1!!” and Dex is like “………ok…………” ummm of course we’ll help you ummmmm but realistically he’s like ‘hm the concept of Nursey dating someone (especially someone ok SMH) makes my stomach churn a lil uncomfortable but I have no idea why I’ll deal w that later it’s probably just indigestion’ ANYWAYS Tango like walks into the Haus one day and Nursey is sitting at the dining room table doing homework or some shit and Tango, actual dweeb of my heart who cannot contain his questions ever, just blurts “HEY DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE W ME SOMETIME?” and Nursey is so floored he kinda just says yes???? Ok so they go out for like food or w/e and Tango is like “ok so this was just a very intense infatuation and I’m not actually into him but I really want to be his friend??” and Nursey is like “awh this guy’s so cute awh” but just in like a friend way. OK SO ANYWAYS PHASE 2 IN WHICH THEY’RE BFFS. Nursey takes Tango to like his dumb artsy fartsy things and poetry readings and Tango accidentally becomes like best friends w all the artsy Samwell kids and they all love him because he’s SO interested in everything and he asks so many questions (and if you’re making ANY form of art and some enthusiastic kid comes by and asks you questions abt your work it just feels so so good,, we art types live4validation). Anyways. Tango starts dating some art kid (bonus points if it’s Foxtrot, the same kid Whiskey has been talking to heyo) and maybe accidentally mentions to Dex that “a lot of Nursey’s poems are about you, I’m pretty sure?? Did you know that, Dex??”