ethan tyler

sticky situation
  • Ethan: Where's my glue?
  • Mark: You don't get glue. You do without glue.
  • Mark: You make your own glue...
  • Mark: *starts laughing*
  • Mark: Just give self a good SQUEEZE!
  • Ethan: ...I'll be back.
  • Mark: Have fun making the glue!
  • Ethan: But what do I do if I have no glue?
  • Mark: You make do!
  • Ethan: I make do?? But how do I-
  • Mark: Figure out without glue!
  • Mark: If you can't get the man-glue, you get the-
  • Mark: *realizes what he's about to say*
  • Mark: -the baby glue?
  • Ethan: Baby glue? You monster!
  • Ethan: *looks to camera*
  • Ethan: What do I do?
The one that sings (Ethan x FemReader) School AU fluff

Originally posted by paper-panther


(A/n): Lowkey vv proud of the gif


Request:  could you do like an Ethan is a really talented choir singer and you’re in choir too and like yeah. idek you could probably go anywhere with that but i’m obsessed with Ethan being a choir boy :)

Warnings: boi fluff


Every time you walked down this corridor, you would close your eyes. The hall was long, and at the very end of it was a large room.

That was the music room ( lmao Ouran Academy up in here ). A large, beautifully painted room that was drowned in pastel hues and cased with long French style windows.

It was where a heartfelt choir club met every Wednesday. At the end of the longest corridor on the first story is where you spent your Wednesday evenings exclusively.

Though just walking down the corridor was similar to being inside the room, in the sense that you were able to hear and fully enjoy many wonderful voices that harmonized with its walls. Especially the voice of a certain colleague of yours; a great colleague.

His name was Ethan, and you admired him. Not just for his musical abilities but also for his pride and passions.

The school you attended was a private one; an academy. That usually meant such things as piercings and dyed hair were frowned upon. Yet Ethan, well he was able to let himself out of trouble; just by being so charismatic and thought highly of by others.

He was someone that you often noticed. Looked up to. But as far as you knew, Ethan didn’t even recall you being in his same school.

Often you would find you way down this corridor on days that were not Wednesday, as you were doing today. Simply to embrace the music rooms quiet atmosphere.

Slipping yourself past the towering doors, you shut them one by one behind you. You didn’t hear any singing from in the hall, so you had right to assume no other student was in there at the time you had entered.

Happy, to be in your small haven, you dropped your bag with a sluggish sigh. Directly following was a deep inhale, then suddenly a burst of sound.

Tuned, harnessed, and beautifully delivered sound. Your voice, your lyrics. Words tied together by a calming melody. Not very loud; hushed, idle movements of your vocal chords.

You didn’t sing a choir melody, you sang Elvis Presley; Can’t help Falling in Love.

Twisting your frame, you released several books from you school bag, along with a pen. Smoothly you put your bag against the wall, keeping your stack of school books in your arms as you swept way over to the drapes.

Continuing you rhythm of song, you used one free arm to pull open the large curtain.

“As of now, I can’t help but falling in love with your voice.” someone interrupted.

The sudden words surprised you and you dropped your stack of books. They shattered on the floor, leaving stray looseleaf to roam about the hardwood.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” they said again “I seriously did not mean to scare you, oh my god.”

You began to chuckle nervously and bowed down to recover you papers.

“No, it’s no big deal. It’s alright.” you assured seamlessly.

The stranger couched as well, scattering hands to replace some papers back into newly stacked books.

“I’m Ethan.” he introduced.

You smiled at the papers in response, shuffling them swiftly “I thought you said you were Sorry.” you joked, before peering up to smile at them instead of the ground.

The smile didn’t go very far when your eyes were confronted by a whirl of blue. It was Ethan, the Ethan.

“I- I…” you started to drawl when Ethan began to laugh.

“Well I’m both. Sorry and Ethan.”

You wanted to apologize for you joke, but he seemed to enjoy it so you held your tongue. You watched as he gave you two school books refilled with organized papers. Thanking him kindly, you stood and so did he.

“Your singing though..” the boy started “are you in the choir?”

“I am.” You beamed “I joined soon after you did. You are a very, very amazing singer. You kind of influenced me.”

The confession was weak with confidence but you still stood by each word. You had joined because of him.

“Thank you,” Ethan blushed “I’m surprised I have never seen you.”

“Did you come here to study?” he asked you, stepping to stand beside you.

“Yeah…” you admitted in a sheepish tone, smiling dumbly.

“Mind if I join you then? I’ve been meaning to get a partner to practice a duet with, would you think that you could be up for it?” Ethan smiled back down at your form.

You had to say, with the window light, his seeming baby face was even cuter. His words seemed softer as well. Finally happy that you were seeing him face to face.

“Of course.”


(A/n): this is so meta ouran it kills me

caustic-synishade  asked:

concept: mark doing a horror game letsplay with a twist. any time he screams, swears, or dies in game, tyler and ethan are permitted to shock him at a level the corresponds with how severe his wrong doings was. horror game or a rage game.

i feel so bad for wanting this more than i want anything

anonymous asked:

You and your "friends" are pathetic you know that? Y'all are the type of blogs that make me feel bad for Ethan and Tyler. Because they have disgusting perverts as fans who watch their videos and picture them doing disgusting shit. Like really, you think they'd be comfortable, or happy, if they saw what the fuck y'all posted? Or how you acted, or treated others?

lmao why u here then? why u following me? why u following my friends bc it sure as hell seems like ur just saying this bc ur mad at me bc i wasnt a sweetheart to u. 
lmao and there a “disgusting perverts” in every fandom, ur bound to fucking see it.
u know they are aware of the shit right? eth literally skips over it bc anyone w a brain will fucking avoid that shit.
we’ve only been shitty to ppl if theyve been shitty to us. and like the shit you say during a breakdown, yeah, can be bad, and itsnt really excusable, but it shouldnt be taken as a reflection of someones character becuase more often than not whats being said is said with the intent to make all interal hurt external.   also um, can u like, hop off anon lmao why u gotta be a pussy.
ethan or tyler wouldnt be proud of you sending unwarrented fuckign HATE they actually cannot STAND people like you

go fuck yourself in the mouth with a tazer honestly, 

lots of love from @crankyplier