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

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 ✌️️

Am I tripping or nah?

HIIIIIII!!! Absolutely love this blog, your twitter, your ig, and your YouTube (I follow them all). What you got here is something super positive and that’s what I love about this blog. BUT that’s not why I’m here. I apologize if this is longer than I thought it would be.

There’s this fine handsome young man who was in my gym class but rarely came to class then he disappeared for the rest of high school. We never became friends so I never really thought anything of it except “damn he was cute why all the cute guys move down south” Time goes on it’s been like two years since graduation completely forgot about the cute Asian who actually spoke that went to my school.

Until one day I was in a group chat with friends and our guy friend was upset that he was the only guy and added his Friend, THE CUTE ASIAN WHO ACTUALLY SPOKE (TCAWAS)!! I was like wow it’s been a while since I’d seen him and now we’re all chatting. He doesn’t know who I am at all due to the fact I was too shy to say hi when he was here. I went to my Snapchat and saw someone in my recommendations. It was TCAWAS I added him but he never really put anything up so I never paid too much attention to him.

THEN ON ONE BEAUTIFUL DAY I WAS BLESSED WITH SUCH AN AMAZING LOOKING SELFIE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE I KEPT REPLAYING IT OVER AND OVER. I even sent it to half of my friends that didn’t know him. Lawd HE GLOWED UP OMGGGG my friends all looked at me like ok he’s fine af but girl you doing too damn much. The snap expires and he puts another fine ass picture up this time I get enough courage to say “BOI you are FIIIIIINE” he hits me with a “Lol thanks” I JUST GOT CURVED!! My friends are like “nooo that wasn’t a curve keep the convo going!!” I’m looking at them like they’re idiots cause I use that exact phrase to curve guys all the time. But i tried to keep the conversation going and got curved again so I just left it like that.

One day he put up another selfie on Snap. IT WAS JUST SOOOOOO CUTE I COULDNT PASS IT he had put these little round glasses on and I wanted to die they were adorable and fit him so well. Once again shared it to my friend. Couple days later I started painting my room blue, my favorite color, I was taking a break and I saw something on his snap and commented on it (I WAS NOT GIVING UP ON TCAWAS) we had a really small uneventful conversation. But when I looked at stories I noticed he put something up I watched it and my mouth dropped open. He was in his room, which was all red, and put a Purple Heart 💜 me being the artist I am I instantly thought blue and red makes purple
Skeptic me: ..but that could be anyone.. but why would he do it now when I’m painting my walls blue.. but it could be a coincidence.. but maybe it isn’t.

I brushed it off and continued with my life he put another selfie up and I sent him heart eyes emoji. Expecting another lol thanks. BUT THIS TIME TCAWAS SENT ME A WINK AND A SMIRK! A FRIKKEN WINK AND A FRIKKEN SMIRK. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see emojis before. Yesterday I was in my friends car and she handed me the aux and I played a song called deja vu by Post Malone I recorded it and put it in my story. My friend snapped me both of our snaps the next morning like “OMG DID YOU SEE TCAWAS’s SNAP?!?!” TELL ME WHY HE PUT THE SAME SONG ON SNAP?!?! NOT ONLY THAT BUT IT WAS THE EXACT SAME 10 SECONDS OF THE SONG I PUT UP!!! NOW IM LIKE NAAAAAAAAAAAAH FAM WATCHU DOING I KNOW IM NOT INSANE!! I wish you could hear it cause It can’t be a coincidence that if you were to play both at the same time it’d be in sync!!

Which brings me to the question AM I INSANE AND MAKING CONNECTIONS WHERE THERE ARENT CONNECTIONS???? Sorry if this was long. I just had so much to say.

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.

anonymous asked:

so the other day my boyfriend came over after school and my parents weren't supposed to be home so we went upstairs into my bed and we were making out and he starts pulling my pants off and he ate me out and made me cum twice in a row and suddenly my front door opened and my little sister came in right when i was cumming again and she walked upstairs looking for me so i had to get dressed really fast but damn that was the hottest thing i've ever done

My Mother, the Heartbreaker

You know what my favorite thing about my parent’s love story is?

Okay, so my dad is this bad boy. I mean, he’s a dude who played in several bands as both a drummer and a guitarist. He was in love with leather jackets, white t-shirts, skinny jeans, Doc Martens, Converse, bandanas, and his hair. I mean damn, he was all John Travolta with his hair all greased and slick. He smoked, he drank, he did drugs, and had like a bajillion girlfriends. Basically, he looked like he should be a part of a Grease or West Side Story production. He never graduated from college.

My mother on the other hand, was this good girl. She went to some snotty all-girls Catholic private school. She was a bookworm with top marks. She graduated with honors from both highschool and college. She never smoked, drank, did drugs or anything. She’d never even had a boyfriend till my dad.

So my mom and dad dated for five years before they got married. But here’s my favorite part. Some time before the wedding my mom tried to break up with my dad on the grounds that she thought that they might be making a mistake by staying together. AND MY DAD FREAKING CRIED UNTIL SHE SAID THEY COULD GET BACK TOGETHER. MY MOM, THE GOOD GIRL, THE BOOKWORM, BROKE MY FATHER, THE BAD BOY LADIES’ MAN, ROCKER DUDE’S HEART.

Whenever my mom tells this story, she always has this grin on her face and my dad always look half sheepish, half happy. I find this to be awesome. They’ve been married for nearly 17 years now.

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.

anonymous asked:

What are Tup's hobbies in this AU? Like reading, gaming, skateboarding? Anything?

Reading and soccer primarily, but also some gaming (mostly with Echo and Fives). Soccer is actually kind of a big thing for him, I just keep forgetting to mention it. For a long time it was his only real social outlet outside of school, and his brothers often came to games to cheer him on (being able to plan around a scheduled event made finding time to see each other WAY easier). He’s not the Ultimate Star Player, but he’s pretty damn good. He’s quick on his feet both literally and figuratively.

Also, slight tangent, I figure soccer practice was the first place Rex just started rolling with people assuming Tup was his kid. The “Which one is yours?” opener to inane sideline chitchat with other parents went a lot faster and less awkwardly when he just said, “The one with the ponytail” and moved on. Most of them didn’t really care anyway, they were either 1) looking for an excuse to ramble about their own kid, 2) hoping to segue into a more interesting conversation about professional sports or politics or SOMETHING other than peewee soccer, or 3) trying to hit on him. 

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

A/N: from that blurb I wrote before and I finished it! Here it is!

~ Tofi

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.

Whenever I’m like “my dad is obsessed with wine” people are like “yea lol my parents like that too” but like no u don’t understand the extent to which my dad is obsessed with wine, like, he literally converted a chunk of our basement into a cellar???? like a full walk in cellar with its own cooling system that he built with his own two hands which holds the like 500 bottles he’s aging??? He runs a wine blog that several of my old high school teachers used to follow, he and his friends host wine tasting parties where they get together and just drink like 10 bottles in one goddam night, I legit just went into his bedroom and counted 64 wine tasting books on his shelf and I’m p damn certain there’s more fucking wine books elsewhere in my home. My house is now like the closest thing to a fuckin vineyard u could probably find in the deadass middle of the city and I’m losing my shit over it he needs to calm down

i was thinking about Gabriel Reyes and Jesse McCree earlier (because when am i not) and jesus christ, how can people still think Gabe was shitty when you think about that for more than two seconds?

think about what you were like at 15. think about being scared and small and how fucking weak you were in every sense of the word. think of Jesse McCree, tall and lanky and gangly, like a baby giraffe, just fucking trying to fit himself into this fucked up jigsaw puzzle of life. getting snapped at by the white kids, walking to and from school, if he went at all. probably working some shitty job for a shitty boss that didn’t ask how old he was but Jesse needed to support his family. somebody from Deadlock seeing this too-skinny kid already getting that world-weary glint in his eye and snatching him up with promises of money for his mama and a way out of this shitty town. McCree taking it because goddamn do they need the money, and damn does it feel nice to hear someone tell you you’ve got potential.

but now he’s in a gang, a tattoo coursing up his left arm, aching and burning like rattlesnake bite, and the guns are too big for his hands and the kick back on them is fucking brutal, and the whiskey they give him burns like rubbing alcohol but he crams the tears back in his eyes and drinks some more. he needs this, his mama needs this.

and when Gabriel Reyes and Blackwatch come knocking down doors and hauling in gang members, Jesse gets caught in the fray, gets dragged into an interview room and left there for hours where the light is flickering and the chair is creaking and oh god what is his mama gonna say? and he’s a blubbering, snot nosed mess by the time Gabriel comes in. and Reyes is a big fucking softie and runs to his side. He gets this scared kid some tissues, a bottle of water, soothes him in that rumbling voice of his. 

“you were in some rough stuff, hijo” and Jesse nods solemly. “it looks bad for you. wrong place, wrong time sort of deal.” Gabriel waits for his hiccupping to subside. “but i know how it is. i know why you were with them. and i’ve got an idea.”

and Reyes brings this scared kid in, tucks him under his wings and saves him because he’ll be damned if he lets this boy rot for doing the wrong thing for all the right reasons.

Wolfstar Gymnastics AU

Okay so basically Muggle!AU; James, Sirius and Peter all went to the same school but Remus and Lily did not.

  • So Peter’s mother and Lily’s parents are really close family friends which means when Lily has a high profile gymnastics tournament, Peter has to go.
  • (Petunia’s fucked off somewhere, I can’t be bothered with her rn)
  • Even when he has James and Sirius staying for the summer.
  • But this turns out to be a pretty damn good day for all of them.
  • James, who thought his type was petite girls, has his socks blown off by the lean, mean, muscle machine that is Lily Evans which her goddamn gorgeous hair and rippling abs
  • whilst Sirius Gay Drama Queen Black has this intense tunnel vision moment for the skinny cute guy in first place for tumbling.
  • And Peter, sweet asexual Peter, has the time of his life laughing at how pathetic his supposedly suave friends are being.
  • He also gets to enjoy the awesome power and smugness of introducing James to ‘his long time buddy Lily Evans who he may or may not have been naked in a bath with’… (He doesn’t tell James that this was when they were two, it was besides the point)
  • Lily is rather unnerved by the gawking guy who she hates to admit is rather cute so drags over her friend to act as a buffer, cue enviously flexible Remus Lupin A.K.A cute skinny guy who so easily enthralled Sirius.
  • Up close Sirius realises he is even cuter with his curly hair on top and shaved sides, not to mention the ridiculous amount of freckles and the rather sexy scar running from his temple, over his nose to the bottom of his jaw.
  • And obviously this doesn’t add to Sirius’ ability to flirt.
  • So there are a group of five people stood on a squishy blue mat, two of which are stunned to silence, one wetting himself with laughter and the remaining looking very confused.
  • Finally, because he just doesn’t know what else to do, Remus invites the three boys over to a celebration party at his house with Lily that night and I don’t think James nor Sirius have ever looked so chuffed with themselves.
  • So they go their separate ways to get ready, James and Sirius spent to much time preening for this goddamn party oh my god, Peter just sat there on his gameboy complaining
  • Finally they arrive at the party and the boys set about to divide and conquer, they scour every room and eventually find Remus and Lily mid way through a spin the bottle game (Cliche I know but you goddamn love it).
  • Sirius hoicks Remus into seven minutes in heaven which Remus is secretly dead pleased about; Sirius really is hot. And by the end of the night Lily realised the tight feeling in her chest when she sees James make an ass of himself is attraction so basically everything is sorted
  • And that is the story how the beautiful She-Beast Lily ensnared the heart of James Potter whilst Sirius Black experienced love at first sight over the sinewy Remus Lupin.
  • And they all live happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

real life au where people stop talking about twenty one peanuts as amazingly deep "rappers" and talk about fuckin gym class heroes instead. honestly. pillmatic? there is nothing to reach for it's literally just travie rapping/singing about his drug addiction. shoot down the stars? the chorus is motivational af. life goes on? the fighter? also hella motivational cookie jar? travie talking about his sex addiction. no need to make edits of songs backwards to prove a point that isn't there.

Shit FUCK anon I was literally thinking of this? The other day? Cause Kid Nothing is a great name for a killjoy and also not only is Travie an artist who went to art school, he’s a really GOOD one, and he’s good at tagging? Killjoy material already? God? And Disashi’s bandanna looks? Damn. I’m emotional. All of these points? Excellent.

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I have a Scenario of my smol sons Miyuki and Sekito meeting ther S/O?(also I love the blog!)

The first time Miyuki saw the other was actually at the grocery store. He was asked to bring some food by his own team mates since he had lost at the paper rock scissors game earlier.

“…Damn. I can’t believe I am stuck doing the errands” he mumbled. Only soon to forget that the moments he saw… them

His heart skip a beat when his eyes met theirs. Oh. That uniform. He then realized they were in his school. This must be fate he thought and would approach them to ask for their number, completely forgetting what he’d come to the store for in the first place. 

When Sekito noticed someone cosplaying his favorite character at the con he went to. Oh. Ohhhhh he was simply in love! They pulled it off so perfectly he just ABSOLUTELY HAD to get their info. No way was he going to pass this opportunity up! 

It did not take long to then find out that they went to the same school as his. His pure heart would almost stop, he was just so happy to find out that not only he found someone who he would rant to but also someone he would deeply pursue to eventually make his. 

Shit is going down over here. 

My dad took my brother’s laptop away this morning. And my mom just got back from work so he went to her to complain. She was like “Oh, you’ll have to go pick yourself a new jacket tomorrow” and my dad was like “No, he won’t.”

He’s spent the whole day out with his friends. On a school day. 

My brother’s got a big mouth, so things started getting heated and shit went down. They broke into a fight so I went out of my room in case things would go too far. 

My mom started freaking out and I told her not to get involved. He needs someone to shake the living hell out of him. He needs to be scared. 

I told my brother to shut his damn mouth and to get back into his room. He said “Go suck some dicks you fucking whore”

I laughed so hard. Then I got sad. I haven’t sucked a dick in so long. 

But my dad didn’t find it funny and jumped on him again. 

My mom has become so selfish in the past few years. Where only her jobs matters. That’s all she’s been talking about. She only lives for this. And all she had to say was “I just got back from work. If this doesn’t stop then I’m gonna leave.” She was all over my brother. Smothering him. 

This whole thing is getting old. 

story time

alright so we had art class today nd my seat neighbour knows abt my bullet jounal and she was like: yea fathi, can i have your journal??? and i was like: alright bc i thought she just wanted to flip through it bUt no: she went to the teacher and showed it to him and he was like: oMg fathima did this?!?!?!? and he was vvvvv amazed and complimented my lettering and stuff and the whole class kinda crowded him and my bullet jounal and i was like: damn, exposed bc there was kpop related stuff much nct, much mark wow im trash and i just wanted to die lol, but good news: my art teacher asked me if i’d be interested in participating in my school’s yearly planner!!!!! and i said yes!!!!! and im happy!!!!! i also got exam results back for french,  english and german and they were good im so happy right now!!!!!!


I actually took LSD last Saturday before I got suspended out of my fuxking school.
My trip was bad to be honest, it started off all fun and colorful and I was talking to a god damn mushroom person (it was a cartoon) then my friend stepped on him and it went down hill. I almost killed one of the other people taking it with us, he said something about my choker and I pounced on him and like hit him a lot, imma just stick to weed for now.

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 )


Sirius ran around the school looking for his best friend, ‘a Saturday well spent’ he thought sarcastically. But he did really want to find Remus.

He checked under the tree Remus like to study under, he checked the library, he checked the empty classrooms…

Surely the boy wouldn’t be in the dorm room?

Sirius sighed and ran there, he went through the common room where girls cooed at him. “For fuck’s sake, I am gay.” He snarled, not giving a damn anymore, he ran up to the dorm room leaving the girls shocked, he went in and saw Remus, hunched over with his head in his hands, he saw the boy breathing irregular and it looked like he was sobbing but he couldn’t hear anything.

“Remmy?” The boy jumped. “Please, take the charm down.” Remus nodded and took it down, he carried on sobbing though and ignored Sirius. Sirius rushed to the boy and hugged him. “I’m so sorry, if-if I got the wrong term, I wasn’t trying to offend you.” Sirius said and Remus practically flung himself at him, wrapping his arms around Sirius he sobbed into his chest.

“Y-You got the right t-t-t-term.” He managed out.

“That-that’s good, you’re alright Remmy, yeah?”

“Wh-why aren’t you at-attacking me?” Remus asked quietly.

“Why should I? It’s the way you were born, I still love you, it doesn’t change anything.” Sirius spoke gently.

“You-you love… me? Siri… you could do much better.” Remus said sighing. “but I love you too.”

“No, Remus, no I couldn’t do any better than you. you’re perfect. Will you be my boyfriend?” Sirius asked wiping Remus’ tears away with his thumbs.

“You… your boyfriend? I-I’d love that.”

Sirius and Remus walked down the stairs to the common room hand in hand, the girls who were mooning over Sirius earlier stared at them with smiling faces.

The couple heard a few ‘awh’s and ‘arent they cute’ which made Remus blush.