i love this new patrick thing

An open letter to Patrick Weekes and Gareth David-Lloyd

You. What amazing humans you are.
GDL, when I saw that you still did fanvideos for the Solas-loving community, and replied with such heartfelt answers, my heart swelled and I feel such a respect for you. You are still here, and it matters.

The way you work Solas voice from beginning to end in Dragon age: Inquisition did a number of things to me; made me fall inlove with a fandom, I found new friends and rekindled my passion for writing. I can’t offer you thanks in person although I would want to, but I’d like to start a chain of appreciation so that you hopefully one day get to see this and get a glimpse of how much you mean to all of us.

And Patrick Weekes, what a writer. What would I even be without your fist clenching my heart so tightly! I hate love you.
Seriously, you are a genius (and Gaider is too)

Now! Please, friends, join in and add to this list! Lets shower bioware in love.

Infinitely Wallflowers: Chapter two

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Cussing, Bullying, high school.

A/N: This is based off of “The Perks Of being A Wallflower” if you haven’t read it or seen it, i highly recommend you make a trip to the library. 

 Also, It’s been such a long time since i’ve written the first chapter, but i finally did it! Yay! There’s so many reasons why but i don’t feel like i need to say them. I just hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around for this long!

{Chapter One Here} // Song to listen to: Temptation

Words: 1,556



August 24th, 2016

Dear journal,

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have powers. To not be that awkward kid who sticks around walls whenever possible. Would it be better to fit in? To be popular? Besides the kind of popular in middle school where you held hands with anyone who could breathe. The kind of popular where people actually liked you and looked up to you.

Besides my slightly angsty wannabe poetry, I’m doing okay.

Well, as okay as you can be when everyone around you seems to want to force hell on you every single time you step one foot on school grounds. Though I firmly believe that things get better. Thing have to, right? Not everyone can be so bad.

Always ~ Peter P-



He thought maybe, just maybe that school might not be as bad the next day. But god, was he wrong. Some could even say it was worse. Time seemed endless in the dull hallways of the germ-filled building. It was all just… useless.

He wasn’t learning anything, really. Some things, yes. But nothing that would help him five years later. And he hated it. Everything about it. The wasted time could be spent patching up old computers and saving the world.

Peter stuck to his plan of staying close to the walls and not saying much. Becoming part of the limitless amount of students. Keeping quiet during classes, too. It certainly made things easier and harder at the same time.

But despite all of his efforts, this only worked moderately well. People still pushed him over, still snarled “loser, pick up this,” as they ripped some of the pages straight out of one of his history books, throwing them across the room. They left with a smirk on their faces, satisfied with ruining another life that day. Peter sighed, clenching his fists tight, his knuckles going pale white and even pink. It sounded stupid, but he could feel something inside him, power, maybe. But more uncontrollable than usual.

The last thing he wanted was spider problems in school.

1,384 days till he was out.


He overheard students yelling about a football game, and how it was going to be “the bomb.” Though he never really liked sports, it would just be a shame to miss the first game of the school year. And, he didn’t want to be around when Derrick came around to pick up Aunt May for yet another date. It made him sick just thinking about it.

When Peter arrived to the game, he was shocked to see how many people had come. He was expecting 100 or so, maybe, but it seemed as though everyone and their friends had come. And, unfortunately, Peter had turned up late. He wove his way through the heavy crowd of sweaty teenagers, trying to find some sort of empty seat anywhere. But it was pointless.

Just when he was about to turn around and go home, he heard a voice.

“Hey! Looking for a seat?” Someone waved to him, motioning to the saved seat next to them. Realizing it was Patrick, Peter quickly made his way over, silently glad it was him, since he seemed to be the only sane person in the whole damn school.

“Thanks,” Peter muttered, sitting down on the end of the awfully uncomfortable metal bench.

“You’re in my workshop class, right?” Patrick asked, turning to talk to Peter. He seemed truly interested in Peter, which was a new thing. No one had ever wanted to know anything about him before.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Peter tried to reply as casually as possible, but he thought it was quite obvious he knew for sure. He had always been a horrible actor, anyway.

“I never was good at workshop. Though I think you can tell by the clock I tried to make today.” Patrick gleamed, laughing at his own joke, his face lighting up instantly.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!”

It was the girl from the day before. Still just as gorgeous as she’d been the previous day.

She was wearing a oversized varsity jacket and overalls that were really mismatched. It seemed as though she didn’t want to fit in, and that was something so rare nowadays. Slightly refreshing, actually.

“Question: could the people here get grosser?” She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen. He tried not to stare, but his eyes were letting him down. She scooted right next to Peter, causing him to suddenly be aware of the lack of space between them. Peter’s breath became ragged, and he didn’t quite know why. It was just a girl. Yes, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but still, a person. He didn’t know what to do. Talk? No. He could always fuck that up. Best to stay silent, as always.

“We’re not going to Ruth’s, by the way. Her parents caught her buying rum for the party,” Y/n spoke up, leaning across Peter slightly to talk to Patrick. Her tone was loud, though dimmed by the roaring of the students whenever anyone did anything on the sports field.

“Damn it, Ruth. I always tell that girl that paper bags are a dead giveaway.. So, we wanna go to Queenies instead?” Patrick rolled his green eyes, clearly disappointed by their friend.

“Of course,” she said in a joking tone, like it had been blatantly obvious. Then, she turned to him, with that smile of hers, and a shimmer in her eyes. “Peter? That’s your name, right? Would you like to go to Queenies with us after the game?”

“T-that’s my name. And I’d love to, if that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your fun,” Peter spoke up, stuttering a bit, which he mentally slapped himself for.

“I invited you for a reason. If I thought you were a buzzkill, I’d move away as soon as possible.”

Noise flooded his ears, so he looked over at the scoreboard. Seemed like he had missed quite a bit of the game, since many points had been added since he last checked. For a little bit, he forgot that they had even been at a game, but with the roaring crowd, the cozy atmosphere surrounding the three of them cracked instantly, bringing him back to harsh reality.

“GO SPORTS!” Patrick yelled over the crowd, clapping along with everyone else.


“So,” Y/n started as soon as they sat down in a empty booth in a darkish corner of the small diner. It was a cozy place that smelled like milkshakes and heartburn, but in a good kind of way. “Peter, what music do you like?”

“Answer this carefully. You might get on her bad side if you hit a nerve,” Patrick smirked devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m not that bad, I swear.” She slapped Patrick’s arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at him. “Tell us already!”

“Oh, well…” Peter started, but drifted off. All of his life, people had made fun of him for what he liked in music, or anything, really. Though Patrick and Y/n seemed nice, would they be like everyone else and judge him? “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Nothing truly sounds stupid,” Patrick said, pointing right at Peter, “and never think otherwise. Your taste matters in this cruel world.”

“Okay. Mostly I listen to David Bowie, Prince, Duran Duran, U2, The Smiths…”

“Ohmygod! Someone who likes good music! Our music!” Y/n squeaked, beaming head to toe. Peter couldn’t recall someone being so happy over a small topic like music, but he thought it was cute. She gripped Patrick’s arm tightly, shaking it vigorously.  “Can we keep him? Peter, can we keep you?”

“Yes?” he said with more of a question than an answer in his voice. These people must’ve been slightly insane, but he thought he liked it, strangely enough. Never had he thought that people like them could exist. So free spirited; people who didn’t care and didn’t want to. They were just… them. And that amazed Peter.

“Do you know The Electric Fetus?”

“Yeah, I love that band.” Peter lied. He really didn’t know who it was, but the last thing he wanted to seem like was clueless.

“It’s actually a record shop, but good enough.” Patrick smiled. He did not even make a big deal about it. Just a casual mess up. Another new thing to add to the list of what makes a decent person. Not everyone had to point out your mistakes.

“Tell you what, sometime over a weekend, I’ll take you there, okay?” she offered. There was a constant undertone in her voice that sounded so welcoming, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly why. It was something you could get addicted to hearing. “Show you some more good music…”

“Be careful, you start listening to that shit and it’s basically a popularity plague. One old song and your rep is dead.”

“I’m pretty sure my rep can’t get any worse…” he muttered. And at that, they burst out into sudden laughter, startling Peter a bit. Y/n was even wiping away tears from her eyes. Soon enough, Peter joined in with laughing, not fully sure of why yet, but it was just contagious.

“We’ll see about that,” Y/n managed to say, smiling ear to ear. “we can ruin anyone, kid. You’ll learn that soon enough.”


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anonymous asked:

So I Randomly Thought Of This... Sixer: Stephanie is amazing... MatPat: ... MatPat: Hold my non-alcoholic beverage -🐺 Anon P.S: If this is awful it's because it's 4 am, and I do not function fully...

One day I’ll fight MatPat for the honour of Steph Trash Number 1.

I will lose, but I will at least try.

For me - a woman who enjoys superhero movies and comics, I was a kid going to Disneyland for the first time. Stepping into the movie theater, waiting in anticipation for the lights to dim and the screen to come on. When the first scene appeared on screen, I got chills. And when I saw Wonder Woman making her way through No Man’s Land - it was like seeing the hero I deserved - we all deserved. The entire movie was captivating and I liked the secondary characters - especially Chief, who gave representation to Native Americans. The movie was funny, thrilling and a fresh of new air for the DC movies.

What I didn’t like was the third act, Ares didn’t feel enough for me. He is suppose to be this God and he didn’t live up to the character. I love David Thewlis as an actor, but he wasn’t convincing to me as a big bad villain. 

Another thing is a few of the cutscenes, in particular the one where we see Diana leave her sword on the roof and then jump down to confront Sir Patrick/Aeres. Then it cuts to a Steve Trevor scene and back to Ares standing in the room, a second later Diana jumps down with her sword. It felt awkward. But overall, we got the Wonder Woman movie we deserved and wanted!

A Letter from an Old School FOB Fan

I’ve been a Fall Out Boy fan since the album that is real and doesn’t matter. Honorable Mention is such a bop. I have been in the crowd (even before it was a crowd) more times than I can remember throughout each album cycle. I, like many of you, have a tattoo relating to the guys. I, like many of you, have a mental illness and have credited the guys with saving me on more than one occasion.

I called the album months ago. A lot of us did. We knew it was coming. If you are new to the FOB world, I’m sorry to tell you this but they have always been extra. They probably always will be. Just accept it, and love them.

I’ve witnessed some back and forth about the new single. How the sound has changed, how they’ve sold out, how Patrick looks like this or like that, etc. Here’s the thing: they’re happy. No matter what you think it sounds like. No matter what you think they look like. No matter what cities they are or are not hitting (there will be more tours, guys. I’m sorry they skipped over you this time). They are happy.

Am I a huge fan of the single? In my own way, I suppose I am. The words are fantastic. The meaning is incredible. The giant llama muppets in the video are kind of terrifying, not gonna lie. The music and Patrick’s voice are top notch like always. I’m not sold on how they pitched it during the chorus, but I get it.

For someone like me, and some of the old school fans (maybe? can i speak for some of you?), we remember and reverie the glory days. TTTYG is still one of my top five albums. Honorable Mention is still one of my favorite songs. FUCT is still one of the most sonically cohesive albums. Yet, at this point in the journey, I would be a shitty fan to even think that they could remain the same band that they were SIXTEEN YEARS AGO. They would be cheating themselves and us if they continued to release FUCT, pt. 2 or Take This To Your Grave…Again.

That’s not what art is. That’s not what music should be. I don’t want to listen to a band that I’ve invested so much of my life, my time, and my love in constantly repeat themselves. I want the new. The unexplored. The different. Fall Out Boy has always been that. And I hope they will always be that. Please don’t give them shit for something they are proud of. Whether you like it or not, it’s what they wanted to make and share. Listen or don’t, just understand that art is subjective.

Also, it doesn’t matter what anyone in the band looks like. Not one iota. Weight and looks don’t have anything to do with musical ability.

Love, me
lgbtq slam poetry

a masterpost of poetry by and for the lgbtq community

side note: almost all of these have blunt mentions of homophobia, transphobia, and dysphoria. please be careful when listening!

Denice Frohman - “Dear Straight People” (WOWPS 2013)

Elliot Darrow - “God is Gay” (CUPSI 2013 Finals)

Rhiannon McGavin - “Art Class”

Joy Young - “The Queer Hokey-Pokey” (IWPS 2014)

(tw: rape) Kevin Kantor - “People You May Know” (CUPSI 2015 Finals)

Ollie Schminkey & Wyatt Fleckenstein - “Small Towns”

Thomas Hill - “Pray the Gay Away” (Brave New Voices 2013)  

Sibel Sayiner & Violet Trachtenberg - “Pride” (CUPSI 2014)

Jamie Mortara - “Some Things You Need to Know Before Dating Me”

(tw: self harm) Ollie Schminkey - “How to Love Your Body in 10 Easy Steps”

Justice Gaines - “Letter from Xem” (CUPSI 2015)

Ethan Smith - “A Letter to the Girl I Used to Be” (CUPSI 2014)

Dia Davina - A Boy Called Everything

Joy Young - “Unbuttoning My Boy Shirt” (NPS 2014)

Arati Warrier - “Witch Hunt” (TGS 2014)

(tw: suicide) Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett - "Phases” (CUPSI 2015)

Denver Team Round #4 - Brave New Voices 2013 (Semi Finals) 

(tw: death, alcoholism, abuse)  Patrick Roche - “21” (CUPSI 2014)

Jai Rogers, Francisco Velaquez, Jessica Vernon - “Public Trans” (BNW 2014)

Wyatt Fleckenstein - “Labels” (CUPSI 2014) 

(tw: implied suicide) Bronte, Fraser, and Josh - “Gay Suicides” (BNV 2011)

(tw: rape) Ollie Schminkey - “Two Twin Beds” (NPS 2014)

EDIT (thank you to @ace-deuce-bi​ !)

Joanna Hoffman - “Pride”

(tw: n slur, explicit sex ment) Danez Smith - “Dear Mrs. Thompson”

Andrea Gibson - “Prism”

(tw: abuse, drugs, death) Gina Keplinger - “For Bob” (NPS 2014)

Jomar Valentin - “Layering” (NPS 2014)

Talia Young - “Queers’ Ark” (CUPSI 2015)

Cassidy Foust - “The Knife That Carves” (CUPSI 2015)

Sarah Lawson - “Erasure” (WoWPS 2015)

(tw: explicit sex ment) Zev Verdoner - “Dear Rosie” (CUPSI 2015)

feel free to add on to this list !!

And we’re back! Today, you’ll get two comics to help get back into the swing of things, but afterwards it’s once a week unless otherwise stated.

COMPASSION – this comic– was conceived immediately after IDENTITY, the previous comic, so I just had this idea sitting in my head since the end of New Content Week (and beyond). I wanted to show exactly how Nini interacts with her siblings should they do something bad. Essentially, she’s setting a standard, in that by showing them love as opposed to shouting and fighting, her siblings would feel worse about disappointing their beloved sister as opposed to fearing her.

some legends are told || A Link fanmix by HeroesOfHyrule

Listen on 8tracks and Spotify || Original cover by Fall Out Boy; edited by yours truly. 

::Tracklist

01. Fall Out Boy: Centuries | 02. Imogen Heap: Headlock | 03. Avicii: Wake Me Up 04. The A-Sides: Diamonds 05. Imagine Dragons: Demons 06. Swedish House Mafia: Don’t You Worry Child 07. Patrick Stump: Spotlight (New Regrets) 08. Bastille: Weight Of Living Pt. II 09. Coldplay: Fix You |

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Here it isssss~~~ I hope it’s enjoyable! I love this cover so much? wow

MASTERLIST

Requests are always open so send some in :) 

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE:

Gerard Way

Frank Iero

Mikey Way

FALL OUT BOY

Patrick Stump

Pete Wentz

Andy Hurley

Joe Trohman 

PANIC! AT THE DISCO

Brendon Urie

TWENTY ONE PILOTS

Josh Dun

OTHER

Youtubers

Sherlock

Harry Potter

Names

I wrote this back in April just after the announcement of Baby Turner’s name.  As I was away for the weekend, I wrote it in a notebook and then forgot all about it once I was back home.  I have recently rediscovered it and so here it is for your enjoyment.

I hope you like it.

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before i go and reblog some patrick then turn off my laptop, i just wanted to say that i just watched amandaschronicles new video and they’ve come out as trans nonbinary, are using they/them pronouns, and changing their name to miles. and you have no idea how happy they were in the video and how happy i was watching it. near the end, they said, “i’d rather be hated for who i am, than loved for who i am not”; (if you recall, they said this when they came out as gay), and they said a couple other things that really got me emotional. 

i hope one day i am free to be myself like them. fem-aligned non-binary, open abt being bi + panro; i hope one day i dont have ppl dragging me down for who i am. and honestly? sticking to the fact that patrick wouldnt want me to give up is something im gonna keep doing. 

im here to stay. im here to fight for who i am. i like girls, guys, non-binary ppl, & im non-binary too. i wont give up. not a chance.

Journal / 2nd Week of May

I am glad because I have been so faithful in making daily entries in my little journal. This time, I wanted to share a page where I scribbled the second week of my May and maybe I will start to share the lovely pages of my life more often. My daily stories are always written on the left side of the spread and the right side is for my reminders, weekly notes, happy list, and the sweet little things I want remember.

Monday – It was my rest day and I listed how I spent my day. In the morning I have finished reading a book titled Act Like a Man by Dennis Sy. I listened to the album of Rise Heart from Victory Worship while drinking a cup of milk! By afternoon, I went to my previous office at Imagine Nation Photo and Video to finish some requirements before completely resigning. I went home early and spent my night writing and painting.

Tuesday – I went to the bank really early for some appointments and headed to my office. After office, Kristine and I met and we had dinner date at the Manzano’s Creative Kitchen. We talked about love, life, and faith. It was a good time to have this kind of conversation with a good friend after the tiring day!

Wednesday – At the office, I made sample artworks for my new lesson plan and prepared things for my upcoming events. After office, I went to Malabon to meet Patrick at the Coffee, Tea, Library Café. It was so good because we talked about life over a cup of mocha frappe while making calligraphy artworks. I realized that my life is full of art!

Thursday – I had an early art workshop with the grade school students of Cavite State University. It was fun because most of the kids were participative. Our venue was near the mango trees and the school let us pick mangoes after the workshop. I also made a short Vlog about it.

Friday – We had our monthly general meeting at the office and we reported our April events. It was finished early but me and the other team leaders still have a product demo in the afternoon. It was a tiring day so I went home directly and watched a rom-com Thai film titled “I Fine… Thank You, Love You!” It was so funny and super kilig it took away my exhaustion.

Saturday – After my day in the office, I went to a mall to buy simple gifts for my Mother and Sister because it was Mother’s day the next day. I went to Miniso and I found so many lovely stuff! I knew it will by one of my favorite store! Then, I went to a donut shop to have a dinner before going to Café Poblacion to meet my high school best friends. I missed them so much! {Blog}

Sunday – Happy Mother’s Day! I went to church early to do ministry and had a short Milk Tea date with Ate Crissy at Amor’s Bakery. I went back home in the afternoon to accompany my Mother and Sister because it was their first time to go to the church I’m attending. We had a photo booth at the lobby with so many flowers and I am so happy because they enjoyed and loved the church service. I treated them a simple dinner after. It was a great day and I ended it with a big smile!

My motto for this week is BE GRATEFUL! ALWAYS. :) And the most important and the happiest part of my days were the time I am spending with God. I am getting back to my prayer habit and daily Bible reading and journaling. One thing I am holding on to face the challenges of my everyday life is the Word of God. This week was good and I can’t wait for more busy, creative, fun, and lovely days.

Fanfic Friday: Tension

Aaaand here is the full text of the fic I posted yesterday. I got an anonymous ask asking me if I’d ever consider writing a fic from the POV of either Angela or Teddy with tension/a fight between Patrick and Shelagh. Well anon, here you go, I hope I’ve delivered ;). Thanks to @purple-roses-words-and-love for betaing.

Angela knew something was wrong the minute she sat down at the dinner table. Her mother refused to look at her father, for one thing, and Timothy kept talking about his new project at school, only stopping to shovel more food into his mouth. His voice was strained, too happy.

Angela pushed her mashed potatoes from one side of her plate to the other, only taking a bite when her mother urged her to. The air was thick with something, and so was her throat; every spoonful of food seemed to grow in her mouth, till it was too large to swallow without becoming painful.

“Aren’t you feeling well, Angel girl?” her mother asked her as Angela sat colouring a picture later in the evening, going over the same bit over and over again. She had played with Teddy, and that had eased her worries a bit, but now Teddy was asleep, and Angela had again become aware of that strange thing in the atmosphere, unnatural and strained.

“No,” Angela confessed.

“How about I take you upstairs and tuck you in?” her mother proposed.

“Shelagh, I’m perfectly happy to do that for you, I…” her father started.

“Don’t,” her mother told him, brows knit behind her glasses. She picked Angela up and cupped the back of her head protectively with one hand, letting her fingertips travel over the curve of Angela’s skull.

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hi what’s up mtv i’m kiki ( of ‘ let’s have a ’ fame, yes ) and this is my crib

this is straight up the most middle class bougie thing i’ve ever said but i have to go buy a minimalist scandanavian lifestyle at ikea in a few minutes but i’ll be back to plot this evening ! u know the drill, like for plots or if you think i’m hilarious 

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"Accidental" Tease. Pete Wentz Imagine

Hey could you do a Pete Wentz imagine where he falls in love with your or something 😂❤️

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“Hey Patrick,” You smiled at your best friend as you walked in his house like you lived there. Kind of seemed like you did sometimes. “Pete.” You nodded in his direction. You only met Pete a few times, so you were still unsure of how to act towards him. He gave you a small wave and smiled.

At least he was nice.

“So bored.” You muttered, leaning down and laying across the two of them.

“Oh well.” Patrick said, patting your back with fake sympathy.

“We should do something.”

“Like what?”

“Lets order a pizza and build a fort!” You said, jumping up excitedly.

“Okay!” Patrick said with just as much enthusiasm. He turned to Pete. “I’ll order the pizza, you two start with the fort!”

“Okay.” Pete said flatly.

“My dear Pete, could you try being more enthusiastic please?”

“OH BOY, A FORT?!” Pete said loudly.

“Thank you.” Patrick nodded in satisfaction. He pulled out his phone and headed towards rhe kitchen. You ran upstairs, Pete following more slowly behind you. You gathered up as many blankets as you could, handing them off to Pete so you could get more. You both tossed armfuls of blankets dosn the stairs and ran down, jumping into the pile. Your laughs muffled, you sat up and smiled at Pete. The two of you dragged the blankets into the living room. Your hands bumped against each others a fee times, making your cheeks heat up and your tummy flutter.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but looking over at his expression, you knew he had.

How embarrassing. You thought to yourself as you dropped the blankets in front of the tv. Patrick returned and helped you two set up the couch cushions and pillows into a fort. He left again once he heard a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here!” He exclaimed running out of the room.

You and Pete continued draping blankets over the cushions. You felt his eyes on you, making you uncomfortable. Especially trying to resist the urge to glance at him.

You found him quite attractive, but no way he felt the same about you. You shook your head and smiled as Patrick came running in, grinning wildly, with the box of pizza in his arms and several movies stuffed down his shirt.

The three of you managed to squeeze into the fort that was just big enough to hold you. You were squished between Patrick and Pete, laying down on your stomach, head propped up on your arms ad you watched the movies.

You tried to ignore how you were pressed up against Pete. You could feel his breathing, his heartbeat…

You felt him shift ever so slightly towards you, but when you looked over at him, he wasn’t paying any attention.

You bit your lip. Probably nothing. Either you imagined it, or it was an accident.

You looked on your other side, seeing happy little Patrick staring at the tv screen. You smiled. You loved your best friend, you really did. He was just the sweetest thing ever.

Patrick had told you how Pete was the only one to ever stick up for him in school. You an Patrick had been in grade school together, but attended different highschools. Apparently Patrick was bullied pretty bad.

You looked back at Pete. Though he was an “accidental” tease, he was a good guy. You decided you liked Pete. Anyone who sticks up for Patrick, you had no problem with.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you noticed Pete was staring right back at you.

“What?” He silently mouthed.

You shook your head. “Nothing.” You mouthed back. Pete smiled and put his arm around your waist.

“Nothing?” He whispered, his lips barely brushing your ear.

——

“I should get going.” You said standing up. The last movie had ended and it was pretty late.

“Yeah, me too.” Pete looked over at Patrick. “See you later.”

You headed out the front door and to your car.

You heard Pete behind you, but thought nothing of it as his car was right next to yours.

“Hey, Y/N?” He called out.

“Yeah?”

“Where do you live?”

“Uh…” Your brows furrowed. Why would he want to know where you live? “Do you want to come over or something?”

Pete shrugged.

“Just follow me. So Patrick won’t suspect anything if we leave together.” You said simply, getting into your car. Lying to your best friend, you thought. Nice.

You didn’t live very far from Patrick’s, plus, your parents were out of town for a few days. You didn’t think they’d appreciate you bringing a boy home at…you looked at the time on the car radio, 11pm.

Once you unlocked the door to the house, you heard Pete pull in to the driveway. You were shivering from the cold, but you waited outside for him anyway.

“Hey.” He said as if he hadn’t just seen you five minutes ago.

“Hi.” You smiled, pulling him inside with you, out of the cold. Yeah, it was summer, but the nights were still chilly. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“I’m going to change.” You said through your yawn. “I’ll be back in a second.”

He nodded and looked around, shoving his hands in his pockets. You felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs, but you were to tired to think of something to say. You changed into your pajamas: shorts and an old button down shirt. You put your hair up in a bun and walked back downstairs. Pete looked half asleep standing in the middle of the room, exactly where you had left him.

You took his hand and sat him on the couch, sitting down next to him.

“Sleep.” You said, covering his eyes with your hand. He laughed, he had such a cute laugh, and pulled you down next to him. The last thing you remember before fall asleep was Pete wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on his chest.

——-

“Hey Y/N, I think I left my- WHAT IS THIS!?” You jumped awake to see Patrick standing in the door way.

“Hey ‘Trick.” You heard Pete mumble behind you, his voice still thick with sleep.

“I just came here to get my guitar pick, and I find both my best friends sleeping together.”

“We didn’t sleep together, we just…slept together.” You said slowly.

“What’s the difference?”

“One involves doing the dirty.” Pete said. “Yeah, we didn’t do that.”

“So wait…are you two like…a thing now?” Patrick asked.

You and Pete both looked to eachother. You shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“Aw….wait. My two best friends are dating….MORE FUN!”

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-3 years later-

You smiled as Pete kissed your cheek, then your nose.

“Pete!” You laughed, trying to push him off you. You were in the recording studio, watching silently as the boys worked on their new album. They took a break for a bit and Pete had hugged you tight.

“I love you.” He murmured against your cheek.

Your eyes widened. Neither of you had said ‘I love you’, and quite frankly, you feared that he would reject you if you told him. You pressed your lips against his, slow yet passionate.

“Alright lovebirds.” You hear Andy’s voice from behind you.

Pete flipped him off but didn’t stop. If anything he kissed you harder, tangling his fingers in your hair.

“Okay guys….that’s enough.” Patrick pulled you backwards, away from Pete.

“I love you too.” You said smiling.

-ryanyoulittleshit

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On the Couch

I spent the most wonderful day with this guy and it just reminded me of how difficult I have been to be around lately and how he just is right here by my side, not in spite of that difficulty, but because he truly loves me and wants me to get through it, with his help. We went shopping for new jeans (SUPRISE I HAVE GAINED A TON OF WEIGHT DURING THIS BULLSHIT) and had a really lovely brunch and chat. And he kept telling me how great I look and how proud he is of me for not just succumbing; how he is awed by my fight. 

I don’t compare him to Patrick. But today, and lately, has just really highlighted for me the difference of being loved wholly by someone. He is here when I am mad and anxious and when I can’t function without freaking out at things. H is here to talk to me about my problems and how I feel. And while he’s not perfect, he does such a good job of working to be the best version of himself that he can, and making sure I feel like the best version of myself too. 

All of this is to say that I am so excited to have another day off with him tomorrow to just exist and bask in this wonderful thing I have going. 

GOT? Queued up and ready
Stout? Poured  
Sushi? Ordered
Love? Running wild 

A comprehensive list of awesome things from my early bandom days that I love sharing with new fans

  • That video of Pete with the backpack speakers and the mascot costumes
  • The video of Patrick attempting to get a giant fucking spider out of the band’s dressing room (featuring Pete screaming in fear constantly)

  • “Wind power. It’s fucking sexy”

  • The DoSomething.Org PSA

  • The World’s Most In-Depth Fall Out Boy Interview

  • Fall Out Boy Trail

  • That GIANT collage of fan names the band put together to form their official photo (I don’t even know if that website is still up anymore)

  • Citizens For Our Betterment

  • Fresh Only Bakery and Pete’s horrible wig

  • Mark Hoppus shaving Pete’s head on stage

  • “Gabey Baby Made Me Go Bad”