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Facts we should not forget about Richard Gansey III

1. He was on a rowing team.

2. He wears wire frame glasses.

3. He is an insomniac.

4. Because he’s an insomniac, he built a replica of Henrietta out of cereal boxes.

5. He spent years traveling the world in search for Glendower and wrote it all down in a journal that he carries with him.

6. He can fly a helicopter.

7. He literally bought an abandoned warehouse, made it livable, and invited his friends to live there with him.

8. He wears boat shoes and polo shirts.

9. He has a mint plant that he take care of in order to chew on its leaves.

10. He is allergic to bees.

If you can think of any more, feel free to add them.


I saw my favorite person last night with @bsidemusings 

She flew out to Denver and we were fortunate to have been able to sit second row! He saw us and smiled and winked throughout the night, and he even danced with us when Nadia prompted him too!! 

But the best thing that happened was when he (jokingly) placed his hand over his 🍋 and gyrated his hips AT US! He’s still such a big flirt😂 

I’m still in disbelief I don’t know what to do with myself now 

Also Nadia made us stand by the stage door for an hour+ in FREEZING TEMPERATURES on the off chance he might come out. Unfortunately, our discount groupie antics bore no fruit (except frostbitten fingers) I’ll post videos later!

anonymous asked:

Emma frowned softly, finding the writer tucked away in his room again. It was the third night in a row he had done this, it was concerning. "Host?" She whispered, not wanting to startle the blind man. Host smiled softly. "The Host appreciates you not wanting to startle him, but he knew you were coming. And nothing is the matter, the Host is just lonely he admits." Emma nodded hesitantly. "Would you -" "The Host would love for the dearest Emma to join him. He thanks you."


In Which Connor Comes to School High As A Kite

There was something different about Connor Murphy when he walked into the computer lab that day over lunch. A calmness that wasn’t usually there; a relaxation to his typical hardness.

Evan wasn’t quite sure what to make of this…so he figured it was probably safest just to duck his head down and work on today’s therapy letter. As he wrote he nibbled absently on his sandwich, not really committing to finishing it, but after a while his curiosity got the best of him. He peaked over the top of his computer screen at Connor. He was a few rows over, the only over person in the lab, and he was staring right at Evan.

When he caught the other boys eye he leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and smirked, winking at Evan. A crimson hue immediately began to creep its way up Evan’s neck towards his cheeks and the tops of his ears. “How’s it going Hansen? You look especially cute today.” Connor purred at him from the other side of the lab.

That settled it, Connor was definitely high. He was high and he was hitting on Evan. Evan swallowed nervously and ducked his head back down again, “I-It’s going f-f-fine….” he muttered as he quickly elected to print today’s letter. Even if he printed it though, where did he think he was going to run off to? Was he going to hide in the bathroom from Connor Murphy?? He bit the inside of his cheek and stood quickly, knocking his knee on the underside of the desk. He walked with his head down to the printers, only to discover that Connor was already holding his letter, skimming over it with hazy, sleep coated eyes. Evan could smell the pot on his clothes. The scent was heavy on him.

“Oooooh….so you like trees, Hansen?” he grinned, cocking his head to one side. Evan looked down at his feet and stuck his hand out. “C-Could I have that back please….you’re obviously h-high, Connor.” Connor raised an eyebrow and leaned in close, waving the sheet of paper in front of Evan’s face, “Now who would be silly enough to come to school hiiiiiigh.” he drawled out, “And what makes you think that in the first place?”

Evan sighed, bringing his hand up in an attempt to snatch the letter. “Y-You’re flirting with me. B-Badly.” he managed as he swiped at the piece of paper again. Connor’s grin widened, “Oh am I? And you don’t think I would do that if I wasn’t high?” he asked, creeping closer to Evan and backing him towards the wall. Evan was growing increasingly uncomfortable and he really just wanted to get his letter back so he could hide out for this last bit of lunch. “N-No. Y-You wouldn’t.” he muttered, stumbling back slightly as Connor moved in closer.

It didn’t take long for Evan’s back to hit the wall and he brought his hands together in front of him, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. The bright blush on his face had yet to subside, and he REALLY just wanted his letter back. The entire thing was starting to make him anxious, and the last thing he wanted was to have a panic attack. Especially not in front of Connor Murphy of all people, he would never live that down…

He looked up carefully and Connor’s face was much closer to his than he had originally anticipated, “You sure are cute when you’re nervous.” Connor chuckled, leaning in and knocking his forehead against Evan’s. “I could just eat you right up….I am pretty hungry actually…” he trailed off. Evan coughed nervously as Connor’s mind went elsewhere, presumably to food. Just as Connor was about to turn his attention back to the horribly flustered teen, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Connor raised an eyebrow and wrinkled his nose, clearly irritated. “Well then….I guess I’ll just have to see you around Hansen.” He set the piece of paper down on the counter next to the printer and reached up, giving Evan’s ear a little tug. “Try not to stress yourself to death before then.”

(I know. It’s awful. What the fuck. I don’t know. I’m tired and bored at it’s 2AM. Based loosely on this fanart of Connor, I’m not sure who the artist is, but I love it.


Update: This is the lovely artist!

http://gayradsaddad.tumblr.com/ )

“Maria Reynolds is not the villain in Hamilton,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos, yelling at me to get off stage. I begin to walk off in shame when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

“She’s right,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in 5th row stands: Lin Manuel Miranda himself.

“nick and gatsby were in love and would have been together if the heteronormative ideology of the time hadn’t prevented it from being explicitly stated in the narrative” i say into the mic.

the crowd boos loudly. i begin to walk off in shame and sadness, when a voice speaks and demands silence from the room.

“she’s right,” they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row he stands: f. scott fitzgerald himself


They hunted in sync, Chirrut always prowling near the rebels and Baze always prowling near Chirrut. Baze did not limit his targets to those who might spot the blind man, but he kept Chirrut under observation nonetheless; where the Force would fail Chirrut, Baze would not.


mal/carlos moments in descendants 1&2 ( requested by @ultramalostrash )