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Tree Bros Oneshot: Evan’s Birthday

AN: hey everyone! this is my first deh oneshot, so i hope you enjoy. 

July 10: Connor and Evan have been dating for a few months now, and today is Evan’s birthday. Connor has no idea what to get him, so he seeks help from his sister Zoe and Evan’s other friend Jared. Unfortunately, they’re as clueless as he is. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,123


“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Connor panicked, pacing back and forth in his bedroom.

It was currently noon, and Connor had planned to pick up Evan for a little birthday date at four, but there was one problem. He didn’t have a present. 

“Dude, calm down. Just get him like a plant or something. He likes trees, right?” Jared sat in Connor’s office chair, spinning in circles and acting calmer than the Murphy boy. 

“Why don’t you buy him a Keurig? Everyone loves Keurigs,” Zoe chimed in. She was sprawled out on Connor’s bed with her head hanging upside down off the side. 

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BOOFRP DOES A MASTERLIST OF;; Children FC's with GIF hunts

This masterlist was requested by a lovely Anon. In order to do this masterlist, I took to Google and found the gem that is child-actor-gifs. And with that, I was able to do a masterlist of child FC’s with their ages, GIF hunts and what hair and eye colour they have. Also, this masterlist is in alphabetical order, so i hope that helps. Under the cut are 290 different children FC’s, sorted between boys and girls. Like/Reblog if this helps! 

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Life Doesn't Wait

I’m tired

I’m so tired.

not from a lack of sleep

but from a sheer amount of disbelief

from seeing this watercolor world we live in slowly turning a light shade of tin

smiles fading to frowns

ups turning to downs

some of us have lost our spark

lost our drive,

lost our heart,

and frankly, I’m tired of it

I’m exhausted by the sight,

of lives lacking a certain light

when each and every one of us deserve that right.

Now do me a favor and lend me your ears, keep your eyes peeled,

place them here.

poetry and fancy word play, on hold

here’s a meaningful story, I’ve never told

You see a couple of weeks ago,

a day like any other,

I was heading to meet up with some friends for lunch.

and for some reason

I truly couldn’t be bothered with tackling the mess that is Los Angeles parking,

so, I called myself a taxi.

you see, I’m the type of person who likes to make conversation with pretty much anyone and everyone.

whether it’s an old lady at a bus stop

or a barista at a coffee shop.

people are people, and they all have something to say.

After a few introduction sentences

me and this 30-something year old gentleman realized we’re both creative types, originally from the mid-west, out here in Los Angeles, pursuing our many artsy endeavors.

We continued conversing but quickly things got a little bit deeper.

He asked me,

“was your family okay with you moving out to a bigger city and chasing such an alternative career type?”

“definitely,” I said

“they’re just happy I’m happy and doing something I love, everyday.”

He continued by saying,

“good. that’s really good you’re doing something you’re passionate about.

A lot of people nowadays can’t seem to say that.”

He hesitated slightly but then continued,

“You know, my dad and brother worked night and day for practically their entire lives, receiving little pay for doing something they didn’t enjoy at all.

They both always talked about how,

“It’ll be all worth it one day, we can spend our hard-earned money later on! we will live a good life eventually.”

but you know what?

neither of them got that.

My dad died unexpectedly 4 years ago, and my brother just last year.

They’ll never get to live the life they always wanted to.

So its honestly very nice to see people following their heart and living their life now,

rather than later.”

and at that point, he dropped me off.

After only a 10-minute car ride,

I left with a new perspective in my mind

Life waits for no one.

If yours isn’t going the way you want it to

if you aren’t pursuing what you want to pursue

if you wake up with immediate dread,

constantly saddened by the hours ahead

moving through the days feeling lost,

heart in a haze

holding back what you wanna say,

waiting to be yourself,

another day

all your dreams and desires put on hold

to be fulfilled, maybe when you’re old

you aren’t doing it right

you aren’t living your life

eventually is not okay

why tomorrow

when there is today

I finally feel like I’m finding my way,

and not just living day by day.

I’m doing what I love,

I’m going where I wanna go

I’m being who I want to be,

I’m happy.

And you know what?

I think everyone deserves to feel the same way.

-C.F

CITY OF ASHES FANCAST: MAX LIGHTWOOD

Okay, how do we start with Max? Without crying, maybe?

THIS WAS HARD! I mean, I went from Troye Sivan to Chandler Canterbury. And all of them are 15+… it’s almost impossible to find an appropriate Max!

But, I’ve done my homework… here are two kids (twins!) that, those familiar with Broadwalk Empire can recognize easily…

Connor & Brady Noon!

They’re so cute… and talented. And don’t they resemble Kevin and Jemima a little bit? It’s awesome…

Let me hear your thoughts, people!

One More Night (Part 2)

Part 1

The next day, Connor woke up after noon in his own bed, with a pounding head and a dry mouth. He sat up slowly and groaned. The pounding got worse when he moved. He rubbed his eyes lazily and details from the previous night started to come back to him.

After Jude had walked out and left him laying on the bed, he stayed there for a minute staring at a dark ceiling. Then, we he was sure Jude had left the party, he got up and wandered back down stairs. He saw a group of dance team girls talking in the corner and went up to them, then immediately started flirting with them all. A half hour later, he was back in the same bedroom, hooking up with one of the girls. After that, he stumbled his way home and into his bed.

Connor pulled himself up out of bed and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand. No new messages. Not that he thought Jude would want to talk to him after last night, but he was still hoping.

He pulled on a pair of jeans that were laying on the floor and threw on a t-shirt pulled from the top of his hamper, then made his way downstairs.

He walked into the kitchen and saw his dad sitting at the table.

“Morning kid,” Adam said, glancing up at his son. “How was the party last night?”

Connor walked to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

“It was fine. Same as always.”

“Do you want some lunch? Or breakfast, I guess.”

“No thanks, I’m fine.” Connor paused for a minute and took a swig from the bottle in his hand. “Um, dad, I think I’m gonna go over to Jude’s.”

Adam sighed. “I still don’t understand why you hang out with that kid.”

“Because he’s my best friend. Besides, I’m 16 so you can’t exactly tell me who I can and can’t be friends with.”

“Fine. Just call and let me know if you’ll be here for dinner or not.”

Connor smiled and headed towards the front door, grabbing his car keys from a table by the stairs.

He went outside and climbed into the driver’s seat of the car and set off. The car had been a gift from his dad, after a winning soccer season. Around 14, Connor figured out that his dad would give him pretty much anything if he played sports. So Connor was fine with being a jock if it meant he got the newest phones and a car and, most importantly, he got to spend time with Jude.

On the drive between his house and Jude’s, his best friend’s face was all he could see. He saw Jude’s eyes and the way they crinkle and light up when he smiles and his lips that sent shock waves throughout Connor’s body when they touched his own. No matter what girl he made out with or hooked up with, none of them ever made him feel like Jude did.

He pulled into the Adams Foster driveway, got out of the car, and walked up to the front door, knocking a few times when he got there. After a minute, Lena opened the door.

“Oh, hey Connor!”

“Hey Lena. Is Jude here?”

“He is. Do you wanna come in?”

Connor nodded and walked past Lena into the entryway of the house.

Lena shut the door behind Connor and said, “He came down for breakfast, then went back into his room. I think he might be asleep again, but you can go wake him up if you want.”

Connor smiled at her then ran up the stairs and straight into Jude’s room. When he swung the door open, he saw that Lena’s suspicions were right. Jude was curled in a ball on his bed, sound asleep.

Connor walked over to the bed and stood next to it for a minute, looking down at a sleeping Jude. He had one arm hanging off the bed and his sheet was twisted around his legs. Connor remembered that Jude never was a calm sleeper from their sleepovers. Jude’s mouth was hanging open as well. Connor smiled. Even asleep, Jude still looked amazing to him.

He reached a hand down and put it on Jude’s shoulder, shaking him gently.

Jude jumped awake and sat up slowly. It took him a minute to register his surroundings and when he did, his eyes landed on Connor and he frowned.

“Connor, what are you doing here?”

“Can we just talk, please?”

Jude got out of the bed and walked past Connor to his dresser without even looking at him and pulled a t-shirt over his head. Connor couldn’t help but let his eyes linger for a minute on the boy’s bare torso before the shirt covered it.

Jude sighed, still facing the dresser, then turned towards Connor.

“I said everything I needed to last night.”

“Jude…”

Jude walked back over to his bed and sat down and Connor stayed next to the bed looking down at him.

“Okay fine. Say what you need to say. It might not make a difference, but I’ll listen.”

Connor sighed and sat down in the chair against the wall, looking at Jude.

“I’m just scared, okay? I’m scared to be… to do what I want to when I’m sober.”

Jude frowned and shook his head. “That’s a cop-out. I’ve spent most of my life scared, and I never had to get wasted to deal with it.”

“Well, you’re just stronger than me, I guess!”

“No. That’s not fair. You’re just being a coward. How do you feel, Connor? No dancing around it or half answers. How do you feel about me? Just be honest, for once!”

Connor leaned his elbows on his knees and looked down at his hands. He played with his nails and his fingers for a minute, not being able to look at Jude.

Finally, after what felt like forever of Jude staring at Connor and Connor staring at the ground, Connor mumbled, “I like you, Jude.”

“What was that?” Jude raised an eyebrow.

Connor looked up at Jude’s face. “I like you, okay! I think I’ve always liked you. But I can’t. I can’t be…”

“What? Gay? Like me?”

“Jude, I don’t mean it like that. It’s just… my dad would hate me. The team wouldn’t shut up about it. Everyone at school would make fun of me.”

“Like they made fun of me?”

“Jude…”

“No, Connor, I get it. This isn’t about your dad or the guys on the team or people at school. This is about you hating who you are so much that you won’t let yourself be happy. You can’t stand the thought that you’re gay. That’s why you get drunk every weekend. So you can escape your brain and stop screaming at yourself for a night.”

Connor didn’t say anything. He just looked down again. Jude was right. They both knew he was. Connor’s dad had said so many homophobic things his whole life, that he had internalized them without even realizing. And the thought that he might be gay made him hate himself.

Jude shook his head and walked over to the door.

“Can you just leave now?”

Connor nodded slowly, then stood up and walked out without even looking at Jude again.

Imagine Troye staying with Connor on his visits to LA, and Connor gets so used to it that when it’s time for Troye to go back, he doesn’t know how to deal with never seeing Troye in person again until a couple of weeks or even months. Connor doesn’t tell Troye about any of it though because he understands that Troye wants to go back to his family and how he must be homesick so when Troye’s about to board the airplane, Connor just smiles and waves until Troye’s no longer visible. Then he lets his facade go, and everybody around him knows. Everybody knows how important the tall, skinny, blue-eyed boy was to this shorter, brown-haired, green-eyed boy with the teary eyes and sad smile on his face, how could anyone not? Then Connor would leave the airport and spend the rest of the week accidentally indirecting about how much he misses Troye that Troye skyped him at the end of the week at noon. Connor was confused because didn’t that mean it was three in the morning or something around that time over at Australia? Connor answered and was greeted with:

“You idiot. Next time say something about how you don’t want me to leave. I’m sure my family would have understood me staying in LA until Christmas or something.”