i have some pics for ya ;)


so ya’ll are excited about the be more chill revival!!! 

here’s some throwback pics to when i saw Spring Awakening there last may!! seeing all the excitement in the bmc fandom has been Nice but i do think there’s some stuff ya’ll need to know. So!! as someone who lives here, and has seen a few Exit 82 shows and has met/knows a few of the actors, i have some stuff to say. 

——————— BMC REVIVAL PSA ———————

1.) you guys seem to think, by scrolling the tag, that this is some professional broadway level revival. 

no. while the people in Exit 82 are absolutely brilliant and their talent is incredible and the theater itself is so beautiful (i don’t want to shortchange that), this venue is not in the theatre district. what i am trying to say here is pretty, pretty please understand this is a local place in a low income area. please, be respectful to the town and people in it. 

2.) this cast will be different than what you are used to 

these people will obviously be different than those in the original production, they are different people. but!!! DIFFERENT is not equal to BAD. please be respectful to the actors as individuals. 

3.) even if you do not like the show, be c i v i l 

do not attack the actors, do not attack the musicians, the theatre company, the theater, the town, or the people. do not take out any anger or disappointment in immature and disrespectful ways. 

4.) moral of the story: 

these are real people, not pieces of meet. we are in a real town, not a fancy district. be kind and respectful.  i really hope this post helped clarify any concerns you may have but if you have any questions, my inbox is always open!!! 

anonymous asked:

Ok I just got here. What happened?

1- instagram - taylors account deleted all the pics, removed her icon and unfollwed everyone
2 - twitter - unfollowed everyone, removed icon, half the tweets disappeared then reappeared, some likes disappeared
3- youtube- removed icon (vevo icon still there)
4- facebook - removed icon
5- taylorswift.com is a black screen and the javascript source file for the home screen is ivegtoablankspace
6- tumblr - all posts are gone, likes are still there, apparently follows too, color scheme changed from pink to black

maybe she’s starting over fresh? this sure is getting everyone’s attention so that part is accomplished 

today is the anniv of announcing 1989 and dropping shake it off

thats all i have for ya right now!

Free Clothes For FTM

If any of ya’ll trans boys are in need of some actual boy clothes because you can’t afford them or your family isn’t capable of buying them for you or isn’t accepting of your transition to do so, then I may have you covered! 

Jeans, shorts, flannels, button-ups, t-shirts, sweats, sweaters, work jackets, boxers and socks– I have plenty so feel free to hmu and I’ll send some pics. 

If you aren’t FTM and you’re just in need of some free clothes, that’s fine too!

So I have this sixty two year old coworker named Lucille, who’s a total sweetheart and super edgy (she even uses emojis correctly guys!). Well today the topic of Seb came up during our break and she wanted to see a pic of him. So I’m like “lol k.” I show her a random pic of him and she turns to me and says:

“He’s into some kinky shit.”

And I’m like How-Do-You-Know-That.mp3 like wtf Lucille you legit have no idea who he is.

“Look at his eyes! His body language. The way he carries himself. He plays the sweetheart card but he’s an animal in bed. I’ve seen that before many times.”

So there ya have it y'all. According to Lucille, Seb is riding the kink train to Daddyville™.


“You really don’t wanna have people sneak pics of you buying a pregnancy test, do you?”

catch up here

// Just Pee!

March 22nd, 2019

“You should wait in the car,” Sophia said while checking her face in the little mirror of her visor.

“I need some stuff, too. I’ll come with ya,” Harry said while he watched Sophia trying to get her hair under control and furiously dabbing her thumbs under her eyes to get rid of mascara smudges.

They’d worked out together that morning and Sophia had been sweating like a pig trying to keep up with Harry and the result was that ten minutes in her makeup had started running down her face and her hair had tried to free itself from the headband and bun she’d tried to contain it with.

Sophia hated working out and the only reason she’d agreed to go with Harry when he sprung the idea on her was because he promised later in the day he would hold her hand while she would be waiting for two fine lines to appear that could change her life forever. Had she known it would be this exhausting, she wouldn’t have agreed. Or at least taken off her makeup beforehand.

The “two-week-wait”, as her gynaecologist Dr. Ferraro had called the time frame it can take the uterus to accept the fertilised eggs, was over and she couldn’t wait one day longer to find out if the procedure had been successful. The second she woke up that day, she felt tense and nervous and all kinds of nauseous. At first, she blamed it on the prospect of having to take a pregnancy test, knowing the result could flip her world upside down or break her heart on the spot. Then, she realised she had been feeling nauseous for a couple of days but she didn’t dare hope that the need to vomit she’d been feeling was actual, pregnancy-related morning sickness.

Now, sitting in Harry’s car outside a drugstore after their workout, the nausea came back full force. She looked at herself closely in the mirror, her slightly damp hair was falling over her shoulder in thick, dark waves. She ruffled it once more and put on some chapstick. It wouldn’t get any better than what she saw right now without a shower and she regretted not having showered at the gym like Harry had. She sighed deeply. At least her face didn’t resemble that of a panda any longer.

“You really don’t wanna have people sneak pics of you buying a pregnancy test, do you?” she asked him, pushing the visor up and out of her face and turning her head to look at him.

“What?” she asked Harry as she noticed he’d been looking at her already. She reached her hand up immediately to comb through her hair again, self-conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he said accompanied by an awkward cough. He really was peculiar sometimes, Sophia thought.

“Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“Are you sure you wanna go alone? Maybe no one will notice.”

“Come on, you know that if we go in there together at least one sneaky pic will end up on the internet. And it only takes one person taking a closer look into my basket and they will twist it and make it seem like you’re making your hook-up buy her own pregnancy test or something else equally as dumb.”

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek as he listened to her. He hated that she was right. All he wanted was to be a good friend and go in there, buy a pregnancy test or three and support her like he promised, from start to finish. But, like she said, chances were high someone might spot him and if they saw what the two of them were going to buy, they’ll spin this into something it’s absolutely not.

They’d been there before. Ever since Harry and Sophia had become friends, there’d also been rumours about them dating. Harry could, according to the media, not be in close proximity to women without them tripping over themselves to get into his pants and vice versa. Every now and then a fame-hungry journalist would turn any of their coffee runs into a romantic date and up until now it was easy to ignore these rumours.

However, now that there was maybe, hopefully, a baby on the way, Harry felt more protective of Sophia than ever. It was a subtle change at first, that he noticed about himself. He’d check twice if she was buckled in properly when she rode in his car with him. When they crossed the street, he’d caught himself holding his arm out in front of her body until he was sure walking on was safe. The other day he even insisted on carrying her groceries upstairs for her. He hoped she hadn’t picked up on it because, frankly, they didn’t even know if she was pregnant yet and also Harry had no clue why suddenly he felt the need to take care of her. Then again, wanting to take care of your friend is not a bad thing so he decided not to think about it too much.

“So, what do you need?” Sophia asked again.

“Uh, it’s fine. I can get it tomorrow,” he mumbled.

“Oh Harry please what is it?” Sophia groaned in exhaustion. He could be so difficult sometimes.

“It’s nothing. It’s not important, forget it. Go and get your pregnancy test,” he said and pushed a button that unlocked the car’s doors.

“What is so embarrassing that you cannot tell me?” She teased and laughed at him, his cheeks colouring slightly. “Come on, just tell me! Don’t be a baby.”

“I said it’s fine and now please leave my car or I will flick your forehead,” he grumbled.

“It’s condoms, right? You ran out of condoms?” she teased him further and the pink flush adorning his cheeks was answer enough.

Harry refused to acknowledge her and Sophia rolled her eyes but did as she was told. Inside the drug store she came to think that it was odd that the pregnancy tests were in the same aisle as the condoms. If you were in need of getting a pregnancy test you definitely should have thought of the condoms sooner.

Because she was a little shit and getting Harry flustered was a beloved pastime activity of hers, she grabbed a pack of Trojan Magnum condoms for him. At the checkout, the cashier looked at her and Sophia knew the girl was thinking the same as she’d been minutes before.

‘Too late to be thinking of condoms, innit?’

Of course the cashier couldn’t have known that Sophia’s situation was different so she just shrugged and bagged her stuff after paying and jogged back to Harry’s car. She got in and put her bag on her lap, reaching her hand inside.

“I got four different kinds, just to be sure,” she explained. “And I got these for you.”

She grabbed the condoms and dropped the box into his lap, giggling to herself. Harry’s eyes were wide as they flickered between her and the XL-sized condoms in his lap.

“What is it? Did I get the wrong kind? Do you prefer flavoured or ribbed ones? You know, for her pleasure,” she teased and her giggle had now turned into a dirty cackle.

“You’re a pest, you know that right?” he asked rhetorically and threw the box of condoms behind him onto the backseat. “But at least you got the right size,” he added with a smirk.

Now it was Sophia’s turn to blush.

She and Harry had never been that kind of friends. Of course Sophia wasn’t blind, though. He was gorgeous and fit as fuck and also seriously packing. She’d known since he was Miley Cyrus for that one Halloween party years ago. Drunk Sophia had ogled him all night in his tight and tiny orange briefs that left nothing to the imagination, and dreamt of a world where he wasn’t one of her best friends and she could just go for it, even if it was just to scratch an itch.

“Please, the whole world knows you’re packing. It’s hardly a secret,” she said but kept her eyes forward. She knew if she looked at him now he’d have one of those crooked smiles on his face that ever so often made her knees go a tiny bit weak.

“Good to know that you know, too,” he said and started the engine.

Sophia rolled her eyes again and willed the blush in her cheeks to disappear.

An hour later, after Sophia had showered and changed clothes, Harry and her were both sat on the sofa with the four different brands of pregnancy tests on the coffee table in front of them. Harry watched Sophia closely, her eyes wandering over each box several times. He could see that she was nervous and he wanted to offer some comfort but he felt his own hands shaking with nerves and had no idea what to say.

“I’m scared,” Sophia finally said and it was Harry’s cue to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“No matter how this goes… we’ll find a way to deal with it. I’m here, okay? All the way,” he spoke softly and pulled her closer.

“Alright then. I’ll start with this one,” she said and grabbed the test on the far right of the table.

“Good luck?” Harry offered, his face contorting into a grimace that was actually kind of cute but Sophia didn’t have time to think about it.

She locked herself in the bathroom, pulled her joggers and knickers down and sat down on the toilet. With shaky fingers she pulled the test out of the box it came in and placed it on the counter next to her. Of course she knew how a pregnancy test worked but just to be sure, she read over the instructions once. And then a second time and a third. Just in case.

She was just about to hold the stick to where she needed to pee on it, when she heard a shuffling outside the bathroom door.

“Harry?” she shrieked.

“Y-yeah? How’s it going?” he asked through the wooden door.

“How’s it going?” Sophia shrieked even louder. “Get away from the door, you creep!”

“‘M not a creep,” he argued and she could tell he had rolled his eyes. “Just checkin’ up on you.”

Hadn’t it been a super weird situation with her sitting on the toilet about to pee on a stick that would determine her whole future, his concern for her could have almost counted as sweet. Almost.

“I can’t pee with you standing right outside. Go away!”

“Come on just do it!”

“Harry… GO AWAY!”



When she was sure he was finally keeping his mouth shut, she placed the test back between her legs and closed her eyes, attempting to just pee.

“I just zipped my mouth with an invisible key and threw it over my shoulder,” Harry spoke again suddenly. “I realised you couldn’t see so-”


“Mouth zipped and ears covered. Now pee,” he said and Sophia waited a minute or so to be sure he actually kept quiet.

When she was done, she took a bit of toilet paper to clean herself up and then some more to put the test on top of on the counter. She quickly washed her hands, got rid of the joggers around her ankles and pulled up her knickers before she rushed to open the door. As he’d promised, Harry stood there with his mouth closed and his large hands covering his ears. He even, unnecessarily, had his eyes closed and Sophia smiled at the dork in front of her.

“Harry,” she called and his eyes flew open.

“Are you d-”, he stopped mid question when he noticed she wasn’t wearing trousers. He really didn’t want to look at her legs as long as he did but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Harry had always thought she was beautiful. When he’d first met her she was a pretty girl who he thought was far too cool to be friends with him. Over the years she’d grown up to be a gorgeous woman, a good portion of her body covered in ink, and more intriguing to him than she probably should have been. He’d only ever caught glimpses of the tattoos on her legs when she’d worn shorts, or on a rare occasion even a dress, but now he got the full view and, well, her legs were a sight to behold as were the few tattoos that covered parts of her skin. He’d never tell her how beautiful he really thought she was because they were friends and he was afraid she’d take it the wrong way. It would remain a secret only for him to know.

“Can you get the other ones for me, please?” she pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yeah.. sure,” he mumbled and hurried down the hallway and into the living room.

Seconds later he came back with the three remaining tests and Sophia took them from his hands. When she looked up, he smiled softly at her.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said and pinched her cheek softly.

Sophia took a shuddering breath and locked herself in the bathroom again.

“Remember, love, just pee,” Harry said and without needing to remind him, she knew he’d covered his ears, shut his mouth and closed his eyes.

// Did It Work?

“The two minutes are well over now, Soph, you sure you don’t wanna have a look?”

Sophia shook her head no, pacing her living room frantically. It had been half an hour at least since she’d done all four tests.

“I can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay, then we’ll wait,” Harry suggested and leaned back on the sofa, his eyes not leaving Sophia’s face. He was dying to find out if her biggest wish would come true but it wasn’t his place to push her.

Suddenly, she stopped pacing. “I’m gonna get the gun out. Take off your shirt.”

“What?” Harry asked through a laugh.

“I need to calm down or else I’m going crazy. We could do the little guitar you wanted or something else… I don’t care. Just… please let me doodle on you,” she made puppy eyes at him and hoped he was weak enough to give in.

“Alright, go get your gun,” Harry agreed, just like that.

“Really?” Sophia asked while already grabbing her kit from the sideboard.

“Yeah, let’s do the little guitar,” Harry clarified before he took off his shirt.

It wasn’t the first time Harry let Sophia tattoo him when she was nervous or in need of a distraction. Tattooing always calmed her down and took her mind off things. She was never as focused as when she did what she did best. It was like she was an entirely different person when she held her tattoo gun in her hand. Harry didn’t mind offering his body as her personal doodle pad. He’d lost count of how many tiny, often silly, tattoos Sophia had given him over the years, apart from the numerous bigger ones, but he didn’t regret a single one of them.

“Where do you want it?” Sophia asked while putting on a pair of black rubber gloves.

“Dunno,” Harry shrugged and inspected his arm. He turned it slowly before he spoke. “The wrist’s crowded already so maybe the shoulder? What do you think?”

“I think I found a spot,” she said and stepped closer, sanitizer in hand and a pen held between her full lips.

Harry swallowed. He’d always found it kind of hot to watch her work but again, he kept that thought to himself. She sprayed the liquid onto a spot at the back of Harry’s shoulder and wiped it off after a few seconds. She tossed the paper towel in the bin and gave Harry instructions on how to sit and hold his arm. Then, she kneeled next to him on the couch, took the cap off the pen and put it back between her lips. Harry watched her every move, fascinated by how focused her gaze was. When he felt the tip of the pen glide across his skin, a shiver ran up and down his spine. He loved getting a new tattoo and everything that came with it. He especially liked getting tattooed by Sophia. It was an intimate affair, letting someone mark your skin in an (almost) irrevocable way, and having a friend do it made it even more special.

“Okay have a look in the mirror and tell me if you like it and if the placement’s okay,” Sophia said after a minute and Harry got up to check out the sketch on his skin in the mirror in the hallway.

Sure, the tiny guitar she’d just drawn on him wasn’t one of the more difficult designs she’d drawn on or for him but it still stunned him how she could conjure up almost any image and transform it into art he’d carry with him for the rest of his life. Of course, he loved this little one just as much as all the other little ones. All the small doodles she’d done on Harry had been done free-hand. It was kind of their thing.

“Alright, Willis, let’s go,” Harry said and sat back down on the sofa. Sophia made him turn his upper body a little so that she had full access to the designated spot and then pushed the pedal of the tattoo machine down slowly, the gun buzzing in her hand.

Sophia took a deep breath and got to work. About five minutes later, she was done and sent Harry to check out the result in the hallway mirror. Unsurprisingly, he loved it. He smiled as he inspected it and then his eyes fell on Sophia who had come to stand behind him.

Their eyes met in the mirror. “I think I’m ready to find out,” she said, her voice steady.

Harry thought it was incredible how tattooing never failed to calm her down and brought her focus back. For him it was similar with making music so he kind of understood but it still fascinated him to see that same kind of passion in her.

He lead the way to the bathroom, still shirtless. The tests all sat on the counter, neatly placed side by side. Sophia had followed on his heels, basically hiding behind his tall frame.

“Can you look and tell me?” she asked, her voice small.

Harry looked at her over his shoulder. Her wide eyes and nervous expression made him want to reach out his hand and caress her face but he just nodded instead. When he turned back around, he felt Sophia wrap her arms around his middle and then she pressed her cheek to the spot between his shoulder blades. Besides hugging each other as a greeting or leaning on each other when they were tipsy, their interactions usually weren’t as physical but it was an unusual situation they found themselves in and Harry didn’t mind her touch at all. They were sharing a secret - Sophia still hadn’t told anyone else about her plans - and it was something they’d bonded over even more over the last two weeks. He smiled to himself before he looked down.

There, lying side by side, were four positive pregnancy tests.

“Did it work?” Sophia asked from behind him.

Harry exhaled. “You’re gonna have a baby.”

Within seconds, he felt Sophia’s hot tears against the skin of his back and then a sob wracked her body. He spun around and pulled her close to his chest, one arm holding her body steady against his and the hand of the other arm cradling her head.

“I’m g-gonna… I- I’m gonna be a- a mum,” she sobbed.

Harry let his own tears fall. If he had a reaction this strong, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how Sophia must have felt in that moment.

“You’re gonna be a mum,” he confirmed and when Sophia heard him sniffle, she looked up.

“You’re crying,” she said, her eyes glistening and full of wonder.

“So are you,” Harry said and wiped away a few of Sophia’s tears. “I’m really happy for you, Soph.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “And I’m sorry I got snot on you.”

They both giggled and Sophia wiped away the moisture she’d left behind on Harry’s chest. He couldn’t have cared less.



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please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)

okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard


strict parents survival guide!!

okay, so i know how y'all feel. if you’re always that one friend that has to cancel every plan just cuz you know ya mom is gonna say no, or you can’t go be out past 7, i gotchu😭i have some of the best tips and shit on how to sneak out, lie, etc if your parents are super controlling.


• twist the knob and pull up on it as hard as you can to minimize the noise it makes

• if you have a creaky door, FIX THAT SHIT BEFORE YOU SNEAK OUT. nothing is worse than it being 11 pm and you’re opening your door and waking everyone up. fixing it during the day is best.
• opening the door fast (but controlled) makes less noise (in some cases. test it out in the morning).

• DO NOT GO THROUGH YOUR MAIN DOOR. it’s really noticeable. if you have a window, take the screen out (you can usually easily pull out the little screws) and go through there. take a back door or go through the yard, whatever it closest to you and not something your parents will wake up to go pee and notice is different.

• leave the door exactly as you found it. if it was cracked, leave it cracked.

• your main goal is to shut them up. you do not want them barking or running around when you’re trying to leave. i have 2 fat ass cats that sleep in my room, and they’re always trying to run out when i open my door, and i live with four dogs. give them treats if you have to keep them quiet.

• avoid them as much as you can. try not to cross their paths, or your cover might be blown.


• wear socks when you sneak out, they help your feet make less noise. i find that crawling on all fours and spreading your body weight on the ground helps.

• if you have hardwood floors, staying on all fours or walking on your toes really slowly helps. even if it takes you all day to make it across the house, at least you’re not making noise 😂😭

• if you know there is creaky stairs/floorboards/etc, avoid them if you can.

• have an excuse if they catch you up. stay in ya pajamas or whatever you were sleeping in. some good ones are -
- getting a drink
- peeing/etc
- needed to grab an extra blanket
- couldn’t sleep

• make sure you have a backup plan in case they force you back to sleep, especially if you don’t usually wake up during the night it might seem suspicious.

• know what time they wake up and be back at least 45 minutes before then. for example, my dad leaves for work every weekday at 5 am, so i’d have to leave on a weekend or be back before 4:30-ish.


• always act natural. if you’re acting weirdly quiet or upbeat or trying to hard, it’s VERY NOTICEABLE that you’re lying.

• make it believable. if you’re not allowed to spend the night at people’s houses, don’t say “i’m going to stacys house for the night” like girl you’re going to get caught tf. if you work, say you have overtime, or if you’re in a sport, say there’s an extra practice.

• be reasonable. if you’re planning on going to ya bfs house all night, don’t just say you’re gonna go eat with your friends 😂

• know ur limits. there’s just sometimes where your lie is unbelievable or times where you just can’t lie your way out of something. stay in these limits.

• have a WHOLE STORY planned out. maybe even 2 or 3 to help out. nothing’s worse than lying to ya mom and then her asking for proof or extra info and you don’t know. if you say you’re gonna be at a friends house, actually go there first. take hella pics in different outfits for whenever you need them and send them to her. hell, my mom made me send pics of my friends cat for proof before 💀

• if you get caught, i feel you girl. just go with ur gut and weasel ur way out of it. say you weren’t thinking, or you felt it was an easier thing to do. apologize and act like a holy child and it’ll help u out.


if you’re not allowed to date or have a bf, i understand you too 😭🤷🏼‍♀️i have a lot of experience with this.

• never ever let your parents think you’re hanging with a guy or give them a reason to. don’t slip up and say their name or anything. keep everything lowkey. say you’re going with a friend.

• for my 16+ girls, if ur gonna do the dirty with your boy, have hella excuses. have backup plans. have good lies prepared for your parents. use protection.

• to conceal hickeys, use a color correcting concealer for whatever color your love bite is, then a regular concealer with some powder and it should be gone. icing it also helps change the color and fade it.

• let your bf know your parents are hella strict. my ex broke up with me bc i didn’t tell him i wasn’t allowed to hang out with anyone like ever. he should understand.


if your parents check your phone/apps/messages, these are some tips that should help.

• ANY pics in your camera roll you wouldn’t want ya mom or dad seeing, screenshot them and put them in your my eyes only on snapchat. lock those up for just yourself or whatever.

• delete sexual/explicit messages you’ve sent OR received. if someone sent u dick pics, put them in my eyes only to expose later, or just delete em 😂😭

• download google photos and transfer all your pics and stuff to there. you can archive them and then your camera roll is 100% pure.

• social media is tough. if your parents check it, make sure it’s clean and appropriate. make a finsta or extra acc for the more private stuff. for snapchat, change that guys name from “big dick #3 🤤” back to his name bro 💀 change any weird names. if they check ur memories (which is wild), move everything to my eyes only and pretend u forgot ur password.

• clear ya search history, or if that’s too noticeable, clear it and then google random shit to fill it up.

i think that’s it for this post, i might make a part 2. good luck to y'all with strict parents, i’m praying for yall ❤️


Some of you may or may know the guy

Silently uploading them pics for ya when you dont even have the bother to do anything, and actually put effort into doing so, there aint a bad thing you can say about that because uploading to e621 sometimes…can be a very dirty job in my opinion

Like fucking hell i dont even want to talk about it, the things he has to go through each day, man i dont know shit but i can only imagine.

This is well, YOU GUESS IT! His zoosona, yes. And yeah, there is a reason why it’s hard at first to identify the gen- yknow what, doesnt matter.

I appreciatecha jakkie,

Also, i’m going to be cameo-ing all sorts of zoosonas into my upcoming projects! I’ll be doing a lot more of this

I gotta get my shit straight first though, i’m in a bit of a tight spot right now. Heck.

Thats an…idea.


might as well post this bc its likely i wont get back to it

SO like over a month ago i was playing with shindan and there was this fe generator and i got a cool result so i drew it…. then i turned him into a prince oc and then i decided to make an entire fe army…….. and ya this isnt even half of the ocs i cooked up during lectures but im too tired and too occupied with p5 now to properly redraw them all digitally so ill just dump all i got here

a bonus pic of some additional shit from my notes


-What is up my Cranky Crew? It’s Ethan from CrankGameplays, and today I’m here with my brother!

~Hey guys! I’m BubblegumPlays.

-And we’re playing Portal 2 together!

More cranky twins! I did something a little different with this one, too; a friend of mine and I played co-op together, and I just recorded, hoping some ridiculous antics would come out of it. We managed to deliver. I had to completely redo these after Photoshop crashed and didn’t bother to try and restore anything, though >:(

I also threw a couple of my growing headcanons into this, mostly dialogue wise (in YouTube caption-esque format, click the pics to see ‘em!), ‘cause the more I work with these edits, the more ideas I get. I’ve decided to name the bubblegum boy Alex, ‘cause for some reason, I feel like the name works, and his fictional channel is bubblegumplays.

Tagging @markired and @derp—-ekho-did-a-derp ‘cause they both like these ^^ (seriously, thank you for enjoying my edits! I wouldn’t have kept doing them otherwise)