he went to school for this... damn it!

Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 


Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.

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i just love that skam wrote a character like Even, who had been in a relationship with a girl for four years and then saw a boy at school and thought “damn ok” and proceeded to pursue those feelings with a complete disregard for gender. no “what am i feeling??? am i gay??” just straight up bi/pan rep ✌️️

Okay so like everyone always talks about what if Draco went to Beauxbaton instead of Hogwarts or what if he spoke French and stuff but I just had an idea… Harry, to further get away from the Dursleys, went to Beauxbaton instead. He grows up in a place where elegance and grace and things like etiquette are (probably) taught so he actually learns how not to be such a brash Gryffindor. Plus he grows up without threat of Voldemort every god damn year. BUT THEN- the triwizard tournament happens, and Harry goes to Hogwarts with his fellow school mates only to meet Big headed, egotistical, Slytherin Draco Malfoy. Practically growing up at Beauxbaton has taught Harry many things, which means he’s able to control his temper more around Malfoy and simply brush off any rude comments as if they mean nothing to him. As time passes though Harry realizes that Draco is one of the only people in this damn school that can actually speak French (Harry hardly ever talks to the Dursleys when he’s home and people at Beauxbaton feel more comfortable speaking French so his English is a mess) which results in them spending more and more time together until they eventually have some weird form of friendship going on. I don’t know if Harry would be a Triwizard champion like in the books and I really don’t care, because when Draco asks Harry to the Yule ball that poor child’s face turns red enough to match the Gryffindor uniform as he quickly says yes.

Chance-Part 3

A/N:There’s more part coming!!

Word count:1.45K

Pairings: Liam Dunbar X Reader,Theo Raeken X Reader

Part 4

*next morning*

I barely got any sleep last night,I don’t understand why I feel nervous around Theo.Even few days ago all I could think all day was about Liam and how much I missed him.But ever since that trip to the woods,I feel something towards him.I can’t seem to point a finger as to what this new feeling is but it’s good in a way that atleast I’m not thinking about Liam all the damn time.I guess I feel somewhat sympathy for him,or it’s just the process of me giving him a chance to be friends?Whatever it is I shrugged the thought and got ready for school.I feel today’s gonna be a long day.

Once I got ready,I heard Theo’s car beep outside.I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs.My mom went to see my grandma for few days so I was home alone.I locked the door and proceeded towards Theo’s car.Theo being the gentleman he was, hopped out and ran over to my side and opened the door for me.

“Good Morning,“he said.

“Morning,"I smiled.

The car ride was peaceful and we made small talk.We arrived at the school,I checked my watch and noticed we’ve still got twenty minutes for the classes to start.

"Do you have any free period today?"Theo asked as we began to walk towards my locker.

"Umm…oh yea,I’ve my third period free”,I replied.

“What a coincidence!I’m free then too!!"Theo said excitedly.

Damn he looked so adorable.

I chuckled and replied,"we can hangout then,seems like.”

“Yea,I would like that.”

“Me too”.

I glanced across the other side of my locker and saw Liam,Hayden,Mason and Corey standing in front of Hayden’s locker.Corey looked confused,Hayden’s expression was like as if she couldn’t care less.Mason looked slightly shocked and Liam was glaring at Theo.Why are they like this?I asked myself.The first bell rang.

“Uhh,I can walk you to your class…if you like?“Theo said somewhat nervously.

"Okay."I replied smiling.

I reached my class and thanked Theo,also promising to meet at the bleachers in our free period.I took my usual seat which was between Mason and Liam.The teacher didn’t come to class yet so everyone was talking.Liam entered the class and walked towards me quickly.

"What’s up with you and Theo”,he asked.

"Well,hello to you too Liam”,I replied sarcastically.

“Cut it and answer me,he’s dangerous and you know it Y/N”,Liam sighed.

“He’s changed,okay?"I said defensively.

"Oh yea?Just few days ago you still believed he’s evil,what made you change your mind,huh?"Liam asked losing his patience.

"I got to know him”,I shrugged.

"What,within one freaking day?"Liam questioned.

I ignored him,he got a point but something about Theo feels right.

"Listen,Y/N,whatever you do,just be careful,okay?"Mason said calmly.

Whenever Liam and I bicker Mason always makes everything better.He’s the sensible,mature one in our friendship.”

Okay I will”,I smiled at my other best friend.

The teacher came and started the class,I sighed in relief.

*Free period*

“There you are!“I said to Theo as I reached the lacrosse field.

"I almost thought you won’t show up”,Theo said.

“And why would you think that?”

“I don’t,ahh just forget it”,he smiled.

“Damnit it’s so cold outside”,I shivered and we walked to take a seat in one of the bleachers.

“Aw,you can take my coat?"He offered.

"No thanks,I’ll manage,"I replied.

He insisted several times but at last my stubbornness won and he just shook his head.

"You’re so stubborn,"he chuckled.

"Oh Raeken,I have my fair of different sides”,I smirked.

"Is it?What else side do you have?"He asked curiously.

"Well I don’t like to show off you know”,I smiled,“anyway why did you want to hangout here?”

"Well there’s no practice today,so it’s peaceful and we can talk and get to know each other better?”

“That’s a nice thought”,I replied and looked in front of the field.

Few students were roaming around and some sat in the bleachers listening to music and stuff.

“You know how people say,hell is dark and terrifying?Well it’s worse,much much much worser”,he said after being silent for few moments.

"Hey,you’re out of the phase now,okay?Please don’t think about it”,I placed my hand over his hand.

He intertwined our hands and nodded.

“Every night it haunts me,you know I deserved it,but now I got my second chance,I will be a better person,well I’ll try,there’s not dread doctors now to threaten me,"he said.

"Yea that’s what will count”,I encouraged him.

“It felt great to finally tell all the things that I kept inside me all these months,thank you for listening,"he said with a small smile.

"Anytime,you can tell me anything and everything that bothers you,I’ll be here to listen,"I said.

"Thankyou,thankyou so much,"he said and placed a kiss in my cheek.

I immediately blushed at the gesture.He stood up and held his hand for me to stand up as well.Then we walked to our respective classes.

*at the cafeteria*

"HE WHAT?"Kira said somewhat loudly and excitedely,it caught everyone’s attention at the cafeteria,she then took her seat and smiled awkwardly.

"Speak quietly,Kira!"Malia rolled her eyes.

"Before the boys come,tell us more as to what happened,"Lydia said excitedely.

"Well that’s pretty much it,"I said.

"I’m so happy for ya girl”,Malia said.

“And he’s changed you can tell,"Kira chimed in.

Lydia and I nodded.The boys entered and I waved quickly at Theo.He sat beside me and we began to make a small talk.

"Y/N and Theo,are they a thing now?"I heard Stiles ask Malia.

Malia pinched him and asked him to stop talking about it,and I was glad she did that.Mason and Corey sat beside Lydia.Everyone started talking and eating.

"Liam,hey!"Scott said.

I looked and saw him with his lunch,only this time he was alone and not with his girlfriend.

"Where’s Hayden?"asked Corey.

"She’s at her soccer practice”,he said,he looked briefly towards me then took a seat beside Kira.

"This sandwhich is really good,Y/N you want a bite?"Theo asked me.

I nodded and he fed me,I was blushing furiously now.

"Yea,it’s good”,I replied.

Liam’s POV

Everyone was busy eating and chatting,however I saw that little encounter between Theo and Y/N.I felt annoyed.I mean Y/N’s my best friend and we always do everything together,we sat at lunch together,we had playful bickers and we teased and pulled prank on Mason all the time.I miss those good old days.

“Liam,are you even listening?"I was snapped out of my thought by Stiles.

"I’m sorry,what?"I asked confused.

"I said,when’s the next lacrosse practice,I missed few of them I don’t wanna miss anymore”,Stiles asked.

“Oh right,it’s on tomorrow”,I replied and shoved some pasta in my mouth.

Once the lunch was over,we all began to head towards our next class,my next class is with Y/N.I’ll try to talk with her gently now.


“So see ya after school then”,Theo said once we reached my last class.

“Okay,can we please grab some coffee on our way home”,I asked.

“Ofcourse!"he said and then left for his own class.

I sighed.I wish we were in the same class.Why he gotta be two years older than me?Whatever atleast we have free periods together.

I took my seat which was beside Liam,I didn’t feel like arguing with him so I just ignored him.

“Psst..Y/N..”,Liam whispered.

“What?’I mumbled,not looking at him.

“Listen,I’m sorry,okay?I just want to make sure my best friend is safe and happy”,he sighed.

“I get it,and I am happy,thanks anyway”,I replied smiling.

He gave me an odd look and then looked in front of the board beginning to concentrate in class.But I know he isn’t really paying attention.

*after school*

I got outside the parking lot and saw Theo waiting for me.I waved at him and walked towards him.

“Ready for the coffee date?”He winked.

“It’s not a date,just two friends hanging around”,I replied shaking my head.

“Whatever you want to say”,Theo smirked.

Theo stopped the car at a small cafe and we ordered our coffee.I sipped at the coffee looking outside the window.

"So,I have this Chemistry test and I totally suck at the topic”,I sighed.

“I can help you,so which topic are you stuck in?”He offered.

“Chemical Equilibrium”,I replied taking a sip from my coffee.

“Oh that’s easy!I can help you”,he smiled.

“Really?Oh thank you Theo,please save my ass from this effing topic”,I sighed.

"So,tomorrow at the library?Or you can come to my house?”Theo offered.

“I think library sounds fine”,I smiled.

“Okay then,tomorrow in our free period”,he promised.

Theo drived me back home.I closed the door and let out a contended sign.It was a great day.


Bode Boy Sam™, commonly known as gay Charlie Brown, here again to share good vibes! I went out with some pals today after school and got Mellow Mushroom and used the men’s room for the first time ever! What can I say, I’m a rebel + f*ck HB2! Anyway, the best to everyone! I empower y'all to have the courage to do something you normally wouldn’t!

-Sam (he/him)

Duuuude congrats on using the men’s room that’s so fantastic I’m so proud of you! You look so handsome and I’m so proud! You kinda rock the yellow though? Like! Damn dude you look great! My handsome little Sam I love you pal you’re so wonderful! I can’t wait to hear updates! f*ck HB2 is right1 

Do something good today, love yourself and others! <3

JackCrutchie thing

Just as Crutchie very carefully made it down the last step of the school’s front staircase, Jack came bursting out of the doors and went down them two at a time, skipping the last three and landing neatly on his feet beside Crutchie.

“Damn you, Jack,” Crutchie scoffed, punching Jack in the arm. “Showoff.”

“Aw, you love me,” he said nonchalantly, taking Crutchie’s bag and slinging it on his unoccupied shoulder.

Normally, Crutchie would’ve complained, but the relief was welcome today. His leg was sore and being off-balance from carrying a backpack didn’t help.

“Thanks, Jacky.”

“No problem, babe.” He dropped a light kiss to the top of Crutchie’s wayward hair and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You need a lift home?”

“I don’t know, everyone says don’t get in the car with flirty strangers,” he teased. “You might take advantage of me.”

Jack snorted a laugh, walking toward his beat-up truck. “Please. Not in the truck I wouldn’t.”

“What about the truck bed?”

“Whole ‘nother story.”

Crutchie laughed and let Jack help him up into the passenger seat, setting both backpacks at his feet. Jack walked around and swung himself up into the driver’s side, turning the key.

The engine sputtered for a moment before turning over and starting. Jack let out an audible sigh of relief.

“May be time to get this ol’ thing checked out,” he laughed. “It’s older than we are.”

Crutchie simply hummed in response, flipping through the radio stations until he found one he liked.

“Can I steal you away for a couple hours today, or is the parental patrol making you come straight home?” Jack asked, backing out of the parking lot carefully.

“Home,” Crutchie said sadly, “Chores and homework and all that.”

“Things gettin’ any better at home?”

“No,” he sighed. “They still aren’t thrilled about the idea of me going to school for theatre, and the whole 'bisexual’ fiasco is a taboo still.”

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry,” Jack grimaced. “Did they at least agree to let you go see that therapist you were telling me about?”

“Nope. They think depression can be overcome with more sunshine and less time spent with you.”

“Ouch. That bites.”


“…. You have really shitty parents.”

Crutchie shrugged. “They’re old-fashioned and… They just don’t want a son like me, I guess.”

“Screw that. Come live with me and the boys. I’ll be your mom and your dad. Your… Dom.” Jack’s eyes widened as Crutchie began to laugh. “Wait, no! Not what I meant! Shit!”

Crutchie was still laughing, so hard that he was no longer sure if he’d be able to breathe. Jack was shaking his head now, blushing furiously.

“Didn’t know y-you were into that,” Crutchie giggled, overcome again.

“Shut up, you brat,” Jack exclaimed with a laugh, mumbling something about 'trying to do something nice.’

“W-whatever you say,” Crutchie said, starting to get himself under control, “… Daddy.”

Jack made a noise somewhere between a gasp and choking, swerving the car up onto the curb with a string of swear words. He turned sharply into the nearest parking lot and put the car into park.

“Don’t say that,” Jack sighed. “Jesus Christ. I almost crashed the car.”

“I don’t think Jesus can help you now, Kelly.”

“Oh my god,” Jack sighed again, flushing. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. I don’t think you’d have offered to be my Dom if you hated me.” That was a cheap shot, maybe, but a flustered Jack was rare. Crutchie was going to take advantage.

Jack sputtered a non-response and started the car back up. “Great. Just great. I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”


“In all seriousness, though,” Jack added after a moment, glancing over at the passenger seat, “If it ever becomes too much, let me know. I’ll come get you out.”

“My knight in shining armor.”

Jack parked on the curb outside Crutchie’s house. “Am I picking you up tomorrow morning?”

Crutchie leaned over and kissed Jack gently, just a whisper of a kiss really, one hand on his cheek. “Please.”

“Alrighty. Goodbye, baby.” As Crutchie made to leave, Jack grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back for another kiss.

And if Crutchie’s kiss was a whisper, Jack’s was a scream.

“I’ll be thinking about you,” Jack whispered, voice dropping to a low growl.

Crutchie, now red-faced and flustered, stepped out of the car and hurried up his front walk, attempting to compose himself.

Damn that Jack Kelly.

(For elsaqueenofthefangirls )

Start Over? (Snowbaz Normal AU)

Baz had never seen this kid before. At first, he thought there was a reason he’d never seen this stupid kid with perfect bronze, curly hair and perfect freckles and a perfect smile. Damn. Who even was this kid? And more importantly, who gave him the right to be so perfect?

Immediately, Baz hated this guy.

Throughout the school day as Baz went from class to class with his grand total of two friends (well, acquaintances at best), he had picked up a few things about this new guy:

  1. His name was Simon Snow. The most ridiculous name possible. It sounded like those alliterative names Stan Lee gave superheroes in his comics. What even.
  2. He already had more friends that Baz had in his entire life. 
  3. He could eat a dozen scones in one sitting (along with a whole stick of butter, separate from the scones (gross)). 
  4. His eyes were prettier than Baz’s entire existence. 
  5. And he was by far, the biggest dudebro ever to bro out of all the bros in this bro-infested school.

(Don’t ask Baz how he learned all of this because he most certainly will not tell you.)

The one thing Baz had not learned that he wished to know was Snow’s sexuality. Someone so bro-ish could not possibly be straight. Well, he could because there were tons of straight dudebros in this school with their obnoxiously straight jokes and objectification of women. Baz paused at his locker to trade books for different classes. He closed the door to his locker, paying no attention to half of his two so-called friends because look who had the locker right beside him.

Simon Snow. (Baz still laughed at whoever would name their child that. At least his name was dignified.)

What should I do? Baz thought. Should I say hi? Definitely not. Well, I certainly don’t need to do that.

Baz had bumped right into Simon, making the incredibly attractive boy (who Baz hated already) scatter his books on the floor. Snow looked up at who had done that, pausing when he saw Baz.

“Um. Hi,” Baz gets out, his brain going as rigid as his posture currently was. Nice going, Baz. That’s totally how you start a good conversation.

“Hey,” Snow answers a bit warily as he stood up with his books in his arms again. Baz felt like he had been transported into some stupid dating RPG game where he could choose what to say that led to different outcomes.

“You’re new.” Baz didn’t even ask it as a question. He awkwardly stated it.
“Yea, I am.”

“I’m Baz.”

“Um. Hi.”


“You already said that earlier.”

“Oh. I did.”



Baz left Simon to his quizzical expression and wondering what the hell just happened, which Baz himself would also like to know.

Later on after Baz had had enough time to internally analyze every single detail about the conversation and come up with at least 20 different scenarios in which it could have gone better, plus 20 more scenarios that could happen next, he decided on a course of action. Which was considerably lame, but so was Baz, so that was okay.

Simon walked back to his locker after class with his newfound friend Penny he’d just met in class to see a sticky note on his locker that read, “Sorry for being awkward.” with a depiction of RPG choices reading ‘start over’ or ‘save and quit.’ It took Simon all of a minute to figure out who exactly this was from. Then he remembered that actually really attractive guy with the black hair and grey eyes and the unexpectedly awkward disposition. Well, it had seemed awkward. But around everyone else, he was fine.

By the end of the day, Simon had figured out a few things about this guy.

  1. His entire name was Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch. Ridiculous. Simon snorted when he heard the entire thing. 
  2. He was the resident gay boy. (This made Simon unexpectedly happy.)
  3. He got along with the music teacher better than his actual friends.
  4. He had approximately 0 friends.
  5. Simon was actually kind of interested in this guy.

After a cup of black coffee (creamer was for the weak), Baz was finally awake enough to function. He was still not completely functional, but enough that he could walk without looking like a damn zombie. Baz paused at his locker without opening it. His sticky note was taped to his locker, but with the words ‘start over’ circled.

my little brother borrowed a friend’s dress to wear today apparently and his friends did his makeup and he went to school like that he was so cute i love their friend group so much its just a bunch of 12 yr olds but they’re all so cool with each other and help each other out i love that. also can i say he goes to probably the largest middle school in our state and was not worried in the slightest abt going to school dressed the way he wanted? the kid is incredible apparently he got some insults but his friends supported him and he didn’t give a shit. honestly im so proud of the kid he’s doing incredible and he’s so much braver than i am its inspiring

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The weird thing about Henry George is that he was influential on a number of folks who went on to be libertarians (in the classical liberal/propertarian/etc. sense) too. Like, I'm pretty sure I remember coming across some early Austrian School (or Austrian School-adjacent) figure who really loved Henry George early on. He was damn influential in his day but I bet that part of the reason he's less recognized nowadays is he's hard to describe in terms of modern political categories.

yeah like william f buckley and winston churchill considered themselves georgists, and i said that economists from all sorts of backgrounds have been sympathetic to LVTs (“the least bad tax” according to milton friedman), and henry george certainly didn’t think of himself as a socialist, which is why georgism is often considered to be located in the “radical center” of the traditional left-right political binary. georgism has appeal for those that want fewer taxes and freer markets but also for those that want to abolish poverty. historically people flocked to it from all sides for one reason or another and it’s not an easy thing to ignore, considering how monumental it really was for american politics in particular but also the entire english-speaking world.

7:32am the day after the blizzard

How’s my morning going?

They closed the high school and my son is pissed cuz he wants to go to school… my 3 girls have a 2 hour delay for their schools and they are pissed cuz they want to stay home.

I just want coffee. …Oh and someone ate my god damn coffee heath bar ice cream when I was in NYC on Monday so when I went to get some last night it was gone so yeah, I’m still pissed about that.

But I wasn’t saying shut up Edward because your DAMN VOCAB WORD from last part ended up spawning the current glory that is ch. 26 so instead I say thank you.

Yes-the visuals for the rev squad are the same as their Broadway counterparts. Phillip and Catherine are where it gets a lil weird
So Phillip I kind of see as this hybrid between the seriousness of Sterling K. Brown (but clean shaven as he is for Randall in This Is Us) and a bit of Jamie Foxx?
I don’t know.
And then Catherine is even weirder. I went to high school with this girl named Kate who I had 2 or 3 classes with, who was super nice but also kind of outspoken, and for some reason whenever I think of Catherine I think of her?
Basically, trying to find an actress comparison she’s Marion Cotillard-she has the beauty but also whenever I see her I just see her quiet, beautiful yet uneasy in her features.

anonymous asked:

"yoongi a virgin and never dated cus he went to an all boys school" AND???WE ALL KNOW DAMN WELL THAT OUR MANS INS'T STRAIGHT! he could have easily been getting/giving the succ and i wouldn't be surprised with all his vulgar lyrics👅

yoongi ?? straight ?? UNREALISTIC. don’t even go into di same sentence

i love my bi king !! 💘

Sadly, we have to accept that:

If Stiles really paid attention to Lydia and generally cared about her, then he would have been there for her when Allison died. He would have been holding her when she cried over the debts of her mother and their house. He would have know that she still feels kinda heartbroken when she remembers Jackson. He would have go back and bring her to Mexico not leaving her alone in the school with Mason and the Bersekers.

I am sorry but no.

I don’t bite it.

I was once a Stydia shipper but this ship went so damn wrong in the past couple of seasons that I don’t like them anymore.

I get that Stiles is with Malia but if he truly loves her, he would have find the time she needs. The time she always needs.

The pack wasn’t aware of Lydia’s personal problems the entire last season, she was left alone many times.

I can’t forget. I won’t let myself do it because she deserves better. Always better. And of course I know this was the writers/Jeff fault so I don’t like the movements they’re trying to do in this season.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, I think I noticed a very small issue with your Kurashiki childhood headcanons. You said Junpei moved to Akane's school when she was 10, but in 999 Junpei said he and Akane went to the same school for 6 years.

DAMN forgot about that. akane’d be six then, making aoi… nine… which is much too early for him to be takin care of both of them… groans. you can tell canon stuff wasn’t thought through thoroughly, it’s a mess to make sense of. i’ll try to figure somethin out

he tries to change his hair color to make himself look cool- M.C.

masterlist // request

The day Michael Clifford came to school with jet black hair was the day people started to really start looking at him. He was the freak of the school. He wore bright clothing, ripped clothes, and had glowingly bright hair that anyone could spot down the hall. So you can expect the questions and rumors that spread about his hair.

His bright pink or blue or purple or whatever hair was gone.

All for one girl.

You noticed the boy. Hell, who wouldn’t? He was quirky, adorable, and in your opinion, pretty damn funny, even though he never actually talked to you. When he spoke, it was always in class, around friends, never directly towards you.

The next day, the tickets for the Snowball went out, and everyone was talking about it. The Snowball, the best dance of the year besides prom. My friends constantly talked about who they wanted to ask them out. They wanted Luke Hemmings, the cute guitarist, or Calum Hood, the star football player or maybe even Ashton Irwin, the hottest senior in the school.

That same day, the infamous Michael Clifford came to school looking like a total badass. Leather jacket, combat boots and cigarettes? Totally not the boy’s style.

He ended up coming up to you while your friends talked about the other boys. They giggled and creeped away as he tapped you on the shoulder.

“Michael?” I ask.

“Hey sweetheart.” He says coolly and I raise my eyebrow. Sweetheart? He quickly takes  cigarette out, fumbling with it as he lit it, and taking a puff before almost dying in a coughing fit.

As he’s slowly recovering from his mistake, I take the liberty of grabbing the cigarette, putting it out before the hall starts to smell like smoke.

“Ah- that was supposed to be cooler, Y/n, I swear.” He leans up from being on his knees, finally looking me in the eye.

Meanwhile, I was almost dying laughing, as I know Michael doesn’t smoke, and he’s not that badass. Soon, he starts to laugh with me as people stare.

“God, I was coming over here to ask you to the dance. I fucked that up, didn’t I.” He looks up at me.

“No, not really. It was kinda cute. But please don’t smoke again.” I ask, “And I really am gonna need that pink hair back.” I say, running my hands through his black hair. He looks at me with a certain look in his eyes.

“Would you want to go to the dance if I had my pink hair?” He asks.

“You can have purple, pink, blue, red and galaxy hair, Michael. I want to go to the dance with you.” I tell him and he smiles a huge grin and you’d best bet that the next day Michael Clifford showed to school with bright pink florescent hair, and you loved all of it.

anonymous asked:

wow 3 hour french test sounds horrible. I'd vomit before it like 8x times probably.Just a quick update about my crush who's been confusing af.He told me that he won't be going to school on monday.He came up to me today and said"You're the only reason that I came to school"(he was totally joking he's that kind of guy)and when I didn't have lunch he said "I'd give you a piece of mine but you're vegetarian." I was like "No you wouldn't" and he was like "Yeah I would." -slightly IDEK anon

well, I hope it went okay 😅
oh crush updated 😲 that sounds so damn cute. what a nice thing to say. you are a vegetarian? that’s cool 😋

“Thanks to the fact it was made of gray rubber and that filming had to take place under powerful studio lights, the internal temperature could reach up to 120 degrees farenheit. Nakajima went on to collapse several times over the filming process from heat exhaustion. Because the only ventilation was in the form of a few tiny holes in the neck of the suit, he couldn’t film for more than three minutes at a time without risking suffocation. The suit was practically a death trap. “

God damn the old-school Godzilla movies went hard