but what is that really

hey i wanna talk about erik klose

  • “i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
    • he got them Midfielder Thighs™
  • he fuckin loves soccer movies ok 
    • nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
    • erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
    • used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
    • he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
  • he is SUPER tall
    • (he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
  • him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
  • nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
    • 3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
  • but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
    • when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet. 
    • erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
    • when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
    • tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
    • that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
  • erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
    • it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
    • when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
    • but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
    • and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
    • surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
  • nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
  • erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
  • nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
    • you know the ones
  • the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
    • it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
    • they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
  • nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
  • erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
  • he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
  • he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky. 
  • he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
  • he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
  • he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.

hi so haha what if hypothetically, i’ve never had sex before 

i also might be on the ace spectrum (to be determined)

whoops?

i started this blog for my long distance ex and then i afterwards i liked being able to come up with posts? i’m a writer (a term used loosely since i rarely actually,, you know, write) also sex sounds pretty great so?

nick and charlie go to Disneyland Paris together the summer before Nick leaves for university and they wear mickey ears the whole time :’)

day 10: with animal ears

30 day otp challenge with Nick and Charlie (from @heartstoppercomic)

like it like it is pt. 2

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A series of drabbles counting down the six weeks from Iwaizumi’s birthday to Oikawa’s.


Tooru is talkative.

Sure, he knows how to be quiet when it counts, but his default mode is chatty.

When they’re tucked away in their shared apartment, limbs sprawled haphazardly over the other, breathing synced and the television on low, Tooru’s voice is what fills Hajime’s silences.

He knows how the silence eats away at him.

How it picks away at him, unraveling him; how hard it is.

How heavy.

Most people are turned off by the fact that Hajime doesn’t talk very much. They take his sharp looks and slow, contemplative silences as a signal that he doesn’t want to hear what he likes to say, that he likes the silence.

Liking the silence. It’s almost an amusing thought.

“Hajime,” Tooru says, his voice quiet and heavy with fatigue. He nudges Hajime with his nose, nuzzling against his chest. Hajime moves his hand up Tooru’s arm, thumbs brushing across his shoulder lazily. He traces patterns, soft swirls moving into circles. He hums to show he’s listening, as always, so Tooru keeps going. “You were right, too, you know? About that guy in my class? I thought he was just an idiot, but turns out he was just nervous about the presentation, too…”

Hajime closes his eyes, focusing in on the sound of Tooru’s voice, on rumble in his chest as he talks. Low, relaxed. Constant. He laughs, shifting his weight, and Hajime takes the opportunity to pull him a little closer.

“I wish you coulda seen him, Hajime. It was like watching a train wreck. I didn’t even know what to say - he just kept talking and talking and oh my god, even the prof was laughing his ass off by the end of it.” He snorts a little, trying to hide it behind his hand, embarrassed, but Hajime always sees it. He just smiles, pressing his nose into Tooru’s hair, leaving a small kiss there.

Tooru’s skin on his is warm and soft. The slide of their limbs together sends little shivers up his spine. He’s not wearing anything other than a pair of boxers, and Hajime appreciates the closeness, loves the skin-on-skin contact. Tooru keeps talking, warm and comforting and safe, each word breaking down Hajime’s walls. slowly. At just a pace Hajime is comfortable with.

He starts leaning closer the more he talks, the later it gets; he sighs into Hajime’s touches, which get a little harder, more insistent. Hajime squeezes Tooru’s shoulder blades, sliding his hands down his back, feeling the strong muscles there from much hard work. Tooru inhales when Hajime massages his fingers in, working out the tension in his back. Hajime knows that he spends way too many hours hunched over his desk, pencil in hand, agonizing over every little piece of the puzzle of his work, delicately creating works of art, sometimes getting so into it he forgets to eat.

Every day ends like this. Sometimes earlier in the evening, other times not until three in the morning when they’re smelling of cheap beer and cigarette smoke, stumbling in and laughing as they catch each other in the doorway, hurried kisses shared as they try to navigate back to the bedroom.

“How was your day?” Tooru asks, not opening his eyes. He shifts a little to give Hajime better access, stretching out his toes when Hajime hits a spot just right. “Good?”

Hajime nods slowly, now comfortable. It’s just him and Tooru, alone and safe in their bedroom; the curtains drawn tight and their phones long forgotten, tucked away into backpacks. Everything else is forgotten and finally, at last, the Hajime that only Tooru knows comes to light.

“Yeah,” he says, digging his fingers into Tooru’s lower back, smiling when he keens a little, “It was good… my train was late in the morning, though, so I was almost late to class. And my pink lighter, you know, the one with the flowers on it?”

“Your favourite one?” Tooru asks lazily, lifting his head to throw Hajime a smirk.

Tooru may be talkative, but he also really knows how to listen.

Hajime smiles. “Yeah,” he responds, leaning down to kiss the smirk right off his face. “That one. Well, I’d left it on our patio table, so I couldn’t even have a smoke while I waited for it…”

Lantern Paintings (Connor M. x Reader)

Anon says- can you do an imagine where connor’s really good at painting and the reader says to “draw them like one of your french girls” (if you wanna make it nsfw it’s cool!)

Ah yes, the good ol French girl. Also!!! I won’t be writing NSFW for a while, sorry!! o: Thank you for the request! <3

Words- 1063

Warnings- Swearing, Implied sexual situation at the end

Connor Murphy’s favorite muse was nature. No matter what thoughts came to nip at him, he would be able to calm himself down with painting.  He would get every fine detail, every grain of sand, every little leaf on the tree. Connor Murphy could paint an entire series of scenic artworks, each inspired by a photo, and each would look more beautiful than the actual place. However, he refused to draw what he thought to be most beautiful.

Connor Murphy refused to draw you.

No matter how much you begged him too, he would never so much as sketch you out. He decided he wasn’t going to draw you because he was afraid of not being able to get every detail.

He wanted to get the way your eyes sparkle in the light, the way that your hair shines, and the way your face curves.  

Connor Murphy wanted to line every detail of your face, something he believed to be impossible.

Its currently two in the morning, and Connor sits on his bed, painting a photo that you had taken the other day. You watch him as he gently strokes the canvas with the small, fine brush. Each stroke was taken with precision.

While this wasn’t always an effective method of venting, it was enough to get his hands steady. Enough to have him think one thought at a time. It was enough to give him time to think.

Connor continues to paint, and you continue to watch. You work on your homework (and a few parts of Connor’s homework so he would have less to do), and quietly hum. This is the typical after school routine. Rarely do the two of you not do this, and rarely is it ever at his house.

When you finish the homework, you set it to the side and walk over to Connor.

“You need to take a break. You’re going to turn into a damn tree. Do you want to become a tree, Connor? Get cut down and turned into a canvas?”

“Y/N, that would be the best moment of my life.”

“You are unbelievable.”

Connor smirked slightly, and set down his brush. Turning towards you, he grabs your hand, and pulls you over to your door.

“Connor, where are we going?” You say slowly, excited for where you might be going.

“Hell, if I know.”

You have a good reason to be excited.

-

By the time you had arrived, it was already dusk. It seemed that you were brought to a woodsy area, not one that you are familiar with. Connor led you into the woods, walking like he has been here thousands of times before.

“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”

Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and continued walking.

After walking for a few more minutes, the two of your entered a clearing. The clearing had a few different canvases placed against trees, brushes scattered all over the ground, and lanterns that hung lazily from branches.

Connor led you over to a tree stump, and sat down.

“Care to not be so mysterious and spooky?”

Connor smiled slightly, and picked up a canvas. “Seeing you confused is way more entertaining. It’s cute.”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. “Where did you get the lanterns from?”

“Zoe. She got pissed off when they disappeared, but she got new ones so, I guess she didn’t really give that much of a shit.”

“And how did you find this area? It’s beautiful.”

“When you leave home every other fucking night, you start to explore.” Connor grabbed a paint brush, and a few different colors.

You nodded, and watching him. “I’m… I’m glad you showed me this.”

Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you. “Yeah, whatever.”

Letting out a small, squeal you gently push him. “When I asked you to paint me, I didn’t mean like that!”

He chuckled slightly and gently stroked the brush against your nose. “Shit, dude, I guess we have two different definitions of that. Oh well.”

“You are such a dick sometimes.”

Connor just continued to smile – if you could call it that – but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. Out of all of the ways to show emotion, his eyes held the most.

You continued to watch Connor paint well past midnight. The two of you said very little, mostly just enjoying each other’s company.

Every so often, you’d glance at Connor’s face, and notice his features. His eyebrows would raise in concentration, or his eyebrows would furrow in concentration. Occasionally, he would stick his tongue out slightly. He pulled his hair back loosely, allowing a few strands to flow freely.

You didn’t even notice that you were staring until you had paint flicked at you. Again.

You just rolled your eyes, and scooted in front of where Connor was sitting. Placing your head on one of his knees, you poked his side.

Connor glanced down at you, and continued painting. “What, you’re going to blow me in the middle of forest? Didn’t know you were into that shit, Y/N.”

“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his side again.

After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey, hey! Connor!”

“What?”

“Draw me like one of your French girls!” You say, striking a pose on the ground, and lifting your leg up slightly.

Connor looks at you for a moment, his face heating up. “You what?”

You huff, and strike another pose, this time while one your back. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Murphy!”

Leaning back, Connor rested his foot on his knee. “That’s… Kinda hot, y’know.”

You laugh and lie on the ground. “Is it? Is it really?”

Smirking, Connor places the materials to the side, and moves to crawl on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. “Yes, yes it is.”

You gently cup his cheek with one hand, and gently pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear with the other. “Can we do something crazy?”

“Crazy? I’d say this is the usual.”

You laugh and kiss Connor, wrapping your arms around his neck. Connor deepens the kiss slightly, smirking.

You might be getting something even better than a painting.

showed this iconic screen cap to my mom and asked for her thoughts. she said, “oh! you’ve shown me the red boy before! the other one is a cutie just like him!“ she then went on to say, “hmmm is this what the people on the internet mean when they talk about red and blue gays? because mr red looks highly infatuated with that mr blue.”

Temporary Hiatus!

Alright, guys, the time is finally here (and I feel a lot less prepared for it than I expected!) It’s really ridiculous considering I’ll be back in a short matter of time, how much I need this, and how much less time I’m going to be wasting. But I’m really gonna miss you all! I love you guys very, very much, and I’m gonna miss talking to a lot of you.

There’s a small chance that I’ll be coming partially back with a new Skype in a week for those I want to keep chatting with. Also, if you have my phone number (you know who you are), feel free to text me! I can’t promise I’ll be super talkative over that either, but it’ll be available.

Anyways, from June 26th to July 17th, I’ll be MIA on social media, as I go off the grid to get my life back together and to break the latest addiction to the internet. My queue will be running, so expect to still see me on the dash. Pray that the Lord’s will for me be done during this time and that most of my goals are achieved! I also expect to be refreshed on all the new memes when I get back, ehehe.

Love you guys! <3

omfg y’all. It seriously just now occurred to me… that the running joke in Daesung’s Dome Tour earlier this year was “Show me something!” So now he’s gone and done it and named his next tour the D Show. The D Show.

What’s he gonna show us? His D? We gonna see One Night D-LITE come out to play?

Why. Why is he like thisssss

Hello guys, I think it’s sort of unfortunate that I’m making this post but it’s also very important with some of Tumblr’s stigma against callout posts. I feel many have lost sight of what they actually are, and are instead labeling it as a means to drive people out of the fandom (which it isn’t). It’s also sad because people who are reaching out about their abuse/mistreatment end up getting hate themselves for writing it in the first place, and it’s this misunderstanding that starts plenty of unnecessary arguments and what begins to just be Drama. So I’m making this post to inform people of those of us who use the callout posts for what they should be used for.

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i hate womanhood i hate the expectations placed on me and i hate that theres no escape because hey! im not a man. and like im a lesbian. but really nothing works.