is the biggest pile of shit

Little Jeremy Heere headcanons I’ve been thinking of/writing

  • Jeremy has the wORST BRAIN TO MOUTH FILTER EVER (and when him are Michael are dating it KILLS Michael cause he just randomly blurts things and its like ‘dude wtf stop being sexy with what you say’ and Jeremy’s just all ‘I’m noT TRYING??? WTF’ (credit to @groovymutants for Michael’s reaction))
  • The absolute worst at remembering to eat (especially when he’s not feeling great)
  • Asked Michael to prom by getting them matching Player One and Player Two bowties as well as pacman chocolates 
  • Cannot do laundry to save his life he always lets everything pile up 
  • You know this boy has like 10 million star wars shirts and theyre all slightly different 
  • THE BIGGEST LITTLE SPOON YOU WILL EVER MEET 
  • When he first realized he was bi he was all ‘man if i could just date a dude who’s exactly like Michael that would be perfect’ ‘im gay, man’ ‘HOLY FUCK’
  • I feel like this dude would either be a computer science major or go into video game design (either the programming side or the art side I havent decided)
  • Totally stuck with theater bc you know that boy loves it
  • Is EXTREMELY easy to fluster like holy shit that boy goes red in a second 

I might make a part two when I think of more

Keep on Living (chapter 2) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway. It’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore.

After turning up to the theater with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. Expect a lot of angst.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - LONG AF

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The worst hangover of your life had been the morning after opening night on Broadway four months ago. You’d woken up in a crumpled heap on Alex’s couch, a snoring Chris lay on the floor spooning a passed out Lin. The celebratory cocktails, the champagne toasts, the afterhours shots, the 4am whisky nightcaps were all to blame. You had felt worse than you knew possible, your brain and body had never felt so utterly destroyed, everything hurt. You remember focusing your blurry eyes and seeing a sleepy-definitely-still-drunk Lin waking up next to Chris and giving you a sleepy smile whispering ‘we did it!’ before passing out again. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

This morning was now the worst hangover of your life.Your body ached, your head was pounding, and your eyes were sore. But you weren’t hungover, there was no alcohol to blame, you were just… tired. Tired of coping. Constantly bracing for impact is exhausting.

Your phone beeped and you reached over to your nightstand fearful it would be an angry message from Mark, but you saw it was from Lin

Lin: Hey Y/N, you ok?

Oh god, Lin. You’d been so off with him yesterday, hiding behind dark glasses so he wouldn’t see your bruised eye, scared of what he might have pieced together. But he knew something was wrong, the way he’d looked at you, and he’d definitely seen your bruised wrist. Or had he? And had Pippa or Chris told him about your black eye? It was so tiring trying to work out which version of the lie people knew.

But Lin had definitely seen Mark. You replayed the memory of Lin reaching out to shake hands with Mark which felt like an act of confrontation. There was no warmth in his voice when he said hello, the smile on his face was polite but wrong somehow. You’d never seen Lin look like this, almost ready to pounce. Were you just being paranoid?

You had pulled Mark away before either of them had time to speak.You’d smiled to reassure Lin and Mark and even yourself that everything was just fine, before leading Mark away. You could feel Lin’s eyes following you as you went. You could still feel them now, that look of anger, or was it disappointment? You never wanted Lin to look at you like that again.

Mark had stayed silent on the subway home, finally exploding when you reached your apartment. At first he demanded to know why you were talking to Lin. Were you sleeping with him?  You were probably sleeping with him, him and everyone else in your damned precious show. Were you just a whore who slept with any guy that happened to give you a bit of attention? Were you and Lin both laughing at him? He screamed at you, calling you a bitch, a slut, a whore. And then he changed tact: no you weren’t a slut, you were pathetic. There you were throwing yourself at other men but who would want someone like you? You were beyond ugly, you were nothing, you were messed up, look at you, the way you dress, your body, your face, you were ugly.  Nobody wanted you, Lin wouldn’t want you, you were lucky that you had someone like Mark, lucky that he gave you any attention because nobody else would want someone as pathetic and disgusting as you.

He didn’t hit you this time, he didn’t raise his hand, didn’t grab you, he didn’t touch you once. But you felt the violence in his words. Your whole body felt like a punching bag as he screamed insults at you until finally at 1am, the monster was gone, and there he was again crying and begging for your forgiveness. He wasn’t a monster, you just made him so crazy, you made him act this way, he wished you wouldn’t make him feel so jealous, you know what it does to him.

Your phone beeped again bringing you back to the present. Another message from Lin:

Lin: Hey, you up?

You stared at the screen not ready to face the day, let alone Lin. But your phone continued to buzz in your hand as message after message was sent from an over excitable Lin:

Lin: You better be awake!

Lin:  Because I’m one block away and I have coffee

Lin: I bet you’ve forgotten haven’t you?

Lin: Sure, invite me over to pick my genius brain and then forget all about me, fine!

Lin: I didn’t know if you wanted cinnamon or poppyseed bagels, so I have both.

Lin: Also I hope you’re ok, and feel free cancel on me if you aren’t up to this today.

Lin: I’m outside your building.

Shit! You’d mentioned to him earlier that week that you were working on some of your own demos. After he’d harassed you all week you’d finally played him some of your crappy recordings through your phone during intermission one night, the drums sounding weak and distorted through your cheap ass phone, but it was enough. Lin’s eyes had grown wide with excitement and he’d crossed his arms, nodded his head, biting his lip as he grinned. “Holy shit Y/N, that’s amazing! Why have you stopped there, keep going, give me more.”

“Um that’s all there is actually. My laptop is busted, I don’t think I can do anymore recordings until I can afford to get it fixed.”

Lin unfolded his arms which were now wildly gesturing in excitement.

“Well you can borrow mine! And look, I can even come over and give you a hand. Come on, I’m dying to hear the rest of these tracks that you’ve been hiding away. I can help!”

You hadn’t invited him over so much as he’d invited himself. And here he was armed with coffee and bagels and far too much enthusiasm just outside your building while you lay in bed, bruised, tired, and unable to make sense of anything. You know there would no deterring him now and you couldn’t shake the look he’d given you last night as you’d left with Mark. You needed things to be ok again, you needed some normal, and as scary as it was to face him you didn’t exactly have a choice. You messaged back ”Give me 5 minutes” and frantically jumped out of bed.

5 minutes turned into 15 minutes as you quickly got showered and dressed. You sat down to put on makeup to cover up the bruising on your face, but your cheek felt too tender to even touch. Panic set in as you realised you’d have to face him like this. You couldn’t hide behind sunglasses again. You breathed out slowly and forced yourself to smile in front of the mirror You couldn’t hide behind makeup, but you could hide behind another lie for today.

“Oh my god”

Lin’s face dropped when you opened the door..

“Yeah, hi!” you chirped far too brightly. Lin’s eyes never left your face as he walked through the door, balancing coffee, a bag of bagels, his laptop and backpack. You could feel him staring at your black eye and your skin prickled with unease.

“I’m sorry I just…” It wasn’t like Lin to be lost for words. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was this bad.”

He set down the coffee and bagels on the kitchen table,

“So Pippa told you?” You said, gesturing to your eye.

“Chris told me. Pippa knows as well?

“About the mugging? Yeah she knows, shall I get us some plates?” You breezed past him setting bagels onto plates and giving the performance of your damned life in the role of someone who has their shit together.

“Mugging??” Lin shook his head in confusion

“Yeah, well, attempted mugging. I’m ok, they didn’t get anything, but yeah, this is my reward” You grimmaced, pointing at your face.

“Mugging? But I thought… I thought…”

“What?”

You placed plates and bagels in front of him sipping the coffee he’d brought you.

He stared at you as if trying to read you. It made you uncomfortable, like if he looked too close you’d crumble. So you averted his gaze.

“I just thought… Nothing. It’s nothing. I guess I was just worried about you. I heard you were hurt but I didn’t know you’d been….mugged. Are you really ok?”

“I’m fine” you nodded, a little bit too eager. “Look I wasn’t ok. I was a mess yesterday, I’m sorry I couldn’t really talk, I just couldn’t make sense of anything yesterday, and then Mark…” You swallowed, realising you were almost letting your guard down. “ Anyway, I’m ok, really, I don’t want you to worry. Nd I really don’t want to talk about it.”

There was an awkward pause as you finally met his gaze. Did he believe you?. His eyes had softened, he looked like he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and shook his head as though he’d thought better of it.

“I’m here if you need me…  for anything.” He said softly, his eyes never leaving yours, the concern on his face making you feel like the biggest pile of garbage Mark had always said you were.

You took a deep breath

“Well… funny you should say that, because today I need your expert opinions on how to get my piece of shit drum machine to sound any good”

Lin broke out into a small resigned grin and after a moment clasped his hands and rubbed and them together.

“Alright alright then, show me what we’re working with here.”

For the rest of the morning you felt more like yourself than you had in weeks. Being with Lin was easy.  His enthusiasm for everything was infectious, and you both talked a mile a minute, singing over each other, mocking each other’s terrible ideas.

“ For the last time, I am not rhyming ‘withering’ with ‘Slytherin’!”

“You can’t waste an opportunity like that!” he yelled, grabbing the sampler from your hands and freestyling Harry Potter rhymes over the instrumental you had lovingly crafted while you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, who the hell gave you a Tony?” you laughed.

When he wasn’t wrecking your demos he was genuinely helping you out, not only did you need his musical advice, you had needed a distraction that morning. You caught yourself stealing glances as he pushed back the hair hanging in his eyes while he bopped his head in time with the bass. His eyes closed occasionally and he grinned in awe when he found a hook or a beat or a lyric that really got to him. He’d catch you looking and you felt yourself blush and you felt stupid, remembering the your embarrassing crush from just a few months ago, before Mark. Occasionally you caught him looking at you too,but he looked at you with worry in his eyes which he blinked away when he saw you noticing him. Like he wanted to say something. Like he knew the truth, like he just fucking *knew*.

Lin pressed his hands to his chest, clutching his heart and exclaimed “Y/N you are killing me, this is so good!”. You blushed uncomfortably.

“Thanks, it’s getting there. It would sound awful if I hadn’t had you helping me structure this properly. I would have just messed it up.”

Lin shook his head earnestly. “Don’t say that, don’t ever say that.”

You’d always wanted to be able to share this stuff with Mark with you both being musicians, but Mark hated the music you played, he laughed at your demos, told you that they were no good, and made you feel stupid for trying. You’d lost all confidence in yourself, so to have Lin bouncing in the seat next to you over a song you’d written and made yourself was unfamiliar.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Mark.

Mark: Audition was a bust, I didn’t get it. Why does everything I touch turn to shit?

The smile on your face froze, and you frantically started texting back a reassuring reply.

“Everything ok?” Lin asked

“Yeah, it’s uh, it’s just Mark. He didn’t get the audition he went out for this morning. I just want to make sure he’s ok.”

Lin didn’t say anything but you could see him studying you from the corner of your eye.

You knew that another failed audition meant that Mark would be in a terrible mood. You’d managed to put him out of your mind all morning but suddenly you felt dizzy and sick, you felt heavy again, you felt scared. Please don’t let him come home in a bad mood tonight, you thought to yourself. You were scared of what it might lead to.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

You hadn’t realised how much your face gave you away sometimes.

“Nothing, it’s fine, it’s fine. Just hoping Mark is ok that’s all.”

You also didn’t realise you were anxiously rubbing your bruised wrist which now felt so stiff and sore. You hadn’t realised until Lin silently reached over and gently ran his hands down your arm, drawing your wrist towards him. He placed your hand face up in his palm and examined your wrist. The faint marks from yesterday had now turned various shades of blue and purple. He stared intently, as his fingers lightly traced over the bruising, his touch was so gentle and delicate, making you tingle and shiver. His fingers lightly darted across your skin feeling electric and your breath caught in your throat.  You watched him as he found the part of your wrist which felt stiff and swollen, and he rubbed his finger and thumb in small gentle circles, soothing the muscle and releasing the pressure. He was careful not to grip too tightly, his fingers felt soft and light against your skin, giving you goosebumps. You weren’t used to someone touching you so gently, and you closed your eyes for a second, feeling calm and still.

You opened your eyes to see Lin staring at you and you swallowed, unable to speak. You knew that if you tried to talk you’d tell him everything, you’d tell him how scared you were, tell him how much pain you were in, tell him you were frightened it would happened again, tell him that you needed help. But you didn’t know how to even form the words. He leaned forwards, his hair brushing against your arm, biting his bottom lip as though he was about to speak, and his eyes never moving from yours.

Your phone buzzed again snapping you both out of the moment, and you snatched your hand away while Lin cleared his throat and jumped up nervously. It wasn’t from Mark.

“It’s Pippa” you said. “She wants to meet me at the theater this afternoon. She says, bring sweatpants and rage and to get there early. You have any idea what that’s about?”

“Not a clue I’m afraid” He laughed nervously, while quickly gathering his things and packing up his laptop with speed. Your skin still tingled from his touch but there was an awkwardness in the air now. Lin fidgeted pushing his hair back into a messy bun while quickly mumbling his goodbyes and making his way to the door. He seemed in such a hurry to leave and in a blur he was gone.

You shook your head, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

—-

“Don’t be mad” Pippa said through her nervous smile as you walked into the theater,

“What did you do?” You asked nervously. You dumped your gym bag on the floor containing the sweatpants Pippa had requested. You’d hoped the rage was optional.

“Well I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to you” she frowned, staring at your bruised face. “And I worry about you, and I worry about all of us. And well, nobody should ever feel afraid or unsafe or go through what you went through. So I spoke to some of the girls and we decided to host a self defence workshop this afternoon. Please don’t be mad.”

Pippa bit her lip nervously. You couldn’t be mad with someone as thoughtful.

“I don’t know what to say” you mumbled.

“Look I know you asked me not to tell anyone, but Chris saw your black eye yesterday and I think he even mentioned it to Lin, and before you know it everyone was asking me what had happened. And I just thought, it could have been any of us who were mugged. And I just wanted to help.”

Your face felt hot with shame as you realised the lie you told had backfired.

“There’s no harm in being prepared” she continued “Are you ok with this?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

Pippa ushered you down the corridor to the empty stage where Renee, Jasmine, and some other girls from the chorus, wardrobe, and backstage crew were assembled and warming up. You were immediately pulled into a giant hug with Renee , and you felt embarrassed as everyone smiled and nodded at you, each of them of them taking note of your bruised face, and some coming up to you to share their own horror stories of being mugged in NYC. Jasmine introduce you to Nathan, a self defence instructor who was an old friend of hers. And for the rest of the afternoon you learned to punch, kick, how to get out of chokeholds, and you learned all the effective places to strike in an attack. “Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin!” Nathan shouted at the room, and you all shouted back in unison. You looked around at all the incredible strong determined women. They were all so brave and inspiring, and you felt like a fraud next to them. You looked over at a Pippa who had a now defeated Nathan on the floor, her knee resting on his back while she pinned his arms behind him. She looked over at you grinning in victory and you felt a pang of shame. She’d organised this for you. All these inspiring women, all your friends, learning to be tougher, learning to fight, and here you were unable to fight back, unable to even find the words to tell someone what Mark was doing to you. You wished you were strong.

“Holy shit” You turned to see a stunned Chris looking in from the wings. He clapped his hands while laughing in admiration at the sight now in front of him. He raised his eyebrows as Renee now had Nathan in a headlock, while Jasmine cheered her on.

“Hey!” he called over to you “I’m impressed, this is amazing.”

“It’s all Pippa.” You laughed

“No really, I’m impressed, I didn’t expect to see you in today. Are you ok? How are you doing?”

You smiled and gave a reassuring nod, not quite the stunning performance you’d given Lin earlier, but you hoped it would be enough to stop people from worrying about you.

“When I saw your black eye yesterday, man, I didn’t know what had happened. Has Lin spoken to you yet?”

“Oh yeah, I saw him earlier.”

“I mean I was worried about you, Pippa was worried about you, we all were, but damn I’ve never seen anyone look as angry as Lin did yesterday. That man was ready to kill for you.”

You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey Chris, you wanna come over here a sec?” Jasmine called while sitting on Nathan’s back as he lay helpless on the floor.

Chris laughed, putting his hands up “Nah, I’m good. I know better than to mess with you, Jas.”

Chris’ words rang in your head all night. Throughout the show you tried to kept your focus, but you couldn’t help thinking about Lin. You were secretly sad to see Javier that night instead of him. The way he’d left that afternoon had felt so rushed. You felt like if you’d just seen him again tonight you would have crumbled and told him everything. You’d already come so close. You’d wanted to tell him, his face had been so close to yours it had made you feel nervous and also excited, and you just really couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so gentle with you.

After the performance your thoughts turned back to Mark and as the dressing rooms and backstage areas started to empty you found yourself taking longer than needed to pack away, finding little jobs to do to busy yourself with, putting off the inevitable of going home to face whatever awaited you.  

“Y/N, lets go!”

You looked round to see Jasmine, Pippa, and Renee holding the door open for you. They had changed out of costume and were fastening coats and getting ready to leave. “You’re coming with us!” yelled Pippa, waving you over.

You gestured to the pile of folders in your hands “ I gotta get these amended charts ready for Alex” You explained feebly, hoping to avoid a girls night out.

“Nuh-uh, you’re coming out with us. Alex knows. Come on, we’re all fired up from dominating men today, we deserve to celebrate, and you deserve some girl time. Come on!”

You hesitated. Mark would be waiting for you at home, but you were so scared of what he might do, you weren’t ready to go back there yet.

Jasmine sighed and marched over to you, linking her arm with yours and dropping the files you were carrying on a nearby table. “This can wait, now come on!”

“Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin” Jasmine yelled before clinking her glass with everyone and cheering. As toasts go, it felt appropriate.

“I feel invincible right now!” giggled Jasmine.

“Really, because I feel DRUNK right now” slurred Renee. They had dragged you to a bar just round the corner from the theater, and you’d promised you’d stay for one drink. But that was a few drinks ago now, and Pippa placed a shot of tequila in front of you, which you sniffed at and stuck your tongue out. It was waaaaay past your bedtime but you didn’t care.

“Wait, wait, wait, we should do a thing! Quick, pass me my thingy!” squealed Jasmine

“Girl, what are you talking about?” laughed Renee

“My phone, pass me my phone, I wanna film this!”

Pippa laughed and helped Jasmine in the very difficult task of retrieving her phone which was right in front of her and you smiled to yourself. It had been a confusing 24 hours but you felt so lucky to have amazing friends like these. Friends that teach you how to throw a punch then get you blind drunk to celebrate were friends worth having.

“Ok ok, so I’m out with my girls tonight everyone say helloooooo” Jasmine said into her phone screen, moving the phone around the table to film you all as you waved and hollered.

“Give it up for the Schuyler Sisters!” whooped Renee and you gave a cheer as the three girls bust into a quick rendition of “Angelica… Eliza… and Peggy!”

“And here’s our honorary Schuyler Sister, give it up for Hamilton’s assistant to the musical director: Y/N!”

You shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face feeling drunk and and giggly while Renee and Pippa whooped.

Jasmine snatched the camera and spoke directly into it

“We love our honorary Schuyler Sister and this is a message to anyone who feels like they can mess with her or any other woman out there. You’ve got us to deal with. You think it’s ok to attack women, it’s not ok. So if you fuck with her, you fuck with us. Jasmine out!”

Renee whooped and both you and Jasmine downed your shots in celebration.

“Woah, now you’re sounding like Lin!” Pippa laughed

“What do you mean?” You asked, squinting at Pippa through your now empty shot glass.

“I mean he was pissed when he found out about your black eye. He was ready to fight someone, demanding to know who’d done this to you, ranting at Chris about men who hit women. Did he not speak to you about it?”

“He came round to see me today actually. Wanted to make sure I was ok. He was cute. I mean *IT* was cute! I mean not him specifically!  I just mean it was nice that he cared. God I’m drunk!” You slurred.

“Nuh-uh, you meant *he* was cute” cooed Pippa.

Pippa was the only one who’d ever guessed that you’d had a crush on Lin. This was before you met Mark, before any of this.

“No! Well, yes he’s cute, but you know what I mean. I just meant it’s nice that he cares. Oh god I need to shut up!” You groaned and rested your head in your hands, tequila made you feel sick and when did the bar start spinning?

“Oh god someone take my phone away from me!” yelled Jasmine. “I don’t know how to stop recording on this thing.”

“You’re still filming?” laughed Renee

“I don’t know! Technology is hard” Jasmine giggled. You watched as Renee grabbed Jasmine’s phone, shaking her head and laughing “Wait, why are you uploading this to twitter?”

“Because I’ve recorded a message for the men of the world and I want everyone to see!” Jasmine exclaimed. “Also that was an accident, I didn’t know I’d done that.”

“Well Lin has already liked it.” Pippa rolled her eyes. “Does that man ever get off the internet?”

Your stomach dropped and you groaned as you watched the video playback through Jasmine’s phone, hearing yourself referring to Lin as cute made you cringe.

“Um I think we should probably delete that” suggested Pippa after seeing your grimace. She quickly took Jasmine’s phone to erase your embarrassment.

“I need to go” you moaned, your head spinning and the 24 hours worth of anxiety mixing with tequila was making you queasy. You grabbed your phone as you stood up and saw a message. It was from Mark, the color suddenly draining from your face.

Mark: Get home. Now.

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Part 3 coming soon, is here! I might have to write some smut to counteract all the angst tho.

anonymous asked:

Truscum are so fucking disgusting

ok im about to drop the biggest pile of shit youll ever see its wild are you ready 

basically i infiltrated a truscum discord server because im a bad person (i dont usually like intruding in chats where im not welcome, even if the people in question are despicable, but i was feeling devilish.) 

basically im @jjj in the discord chat. i went in being completely truthful, saying that im nonbinary and i do experience dysphoria, just to see whether or not they are just disingenuous about the whole dysphoria thing and use it as an excuse to hate nonbinary people(they were) (for the record i dont believe you need dysphoria to be considered trans but i lied about my views on that so i wouldnt be immediately kicked out. consider it a controlled variable in this experiment) 

so i say hey im 19 im asexual and i have no gender etc. and 

it actually did say that in the rules but i was feigning ignorance to get a reason out of them. also, sidenote, they had 2 gender specific chat channels in the server for trans men and trans women called #locker-room and #powder-room respectively which was really sus to me. like whats wrong with women playing sports or men using…powder whatever that is

this is where it gets really wild and they start showing their true colors 

note the excessive “dude” and “my guy” 

and then i sent a link to a video of a cow taking a shit which was immature on my part but whatever. needless to say i got kicked after that. 

anonymous asked:

Can we get some fluff tythan? Like a date to a park with flowers and light kisses?

THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE IM SORRY BUT UH ITS REALLY LONG SO CONTENT SIZE OVER BEING ON TIME?? I LOWKEY STRAYED REALLY FAR OFF TOPIC BUT HH @korieriddle

-let’s pretend that LA has actual seasons like here on the East Coast or Europe
-Tyler and Ethan go on walks to the park nearly every day, for either a casual stroll or a date
-They always hold hands, unless they’re out for a run (or if it’s summer)
-They bring Chica with them whenever they can
-The park has a giant pond with ducks that Ethan likes to feed
-The park management gets pissed about the fact that they’ll climb the trees all the time

Spring
-Tyler likes to take advantage of the nice days and will often drag Ethan out for a morning run
-Tyler carries tissues in case Ethan reacts badly to the pollen
-During the day, Ethan loves to take pictures of the flowers and the baby ducklings
-He always gets too close to the young birds and the parents will angrily chase him so he jumps on Tyler like “run fucking run”
-Tyler is actually surprisingly good at making flower crowns and bracelets and will pick buttercups and daisies to string them together
-Tyler will also bring him actual bouquets of flowers
-When the wind picks up, the cherry blossoms will fly everywhere like snow and they’ll sit under the trees while Chica happily runs around
-Them kissing under all the blooming trees
-After a movie date they’ll come to the park when it’s like dark and stuff because they can see the stars and it’s very quiet and peaceful
-Ethan secretly still plays Pokemon Go but you can hear the little ding whenever an egg cracks and he gets all flustered about it like “aaa sorry” but Tyler just kind of takes his phone out to show that he also has the app running
-Tyler pushes Ethan on the swing set and sometimes they’ll sit in one of those spinning things and see how fast they can make it go
-If the forecast says that there will be rain, Tyler will bring an umbrella for them to share
-When it just rains without warning they just kind of flit from tree to tree and they laugh a lot about it and when they get home they towel each other dry

Summer
-Ethan just wants to stay inside with the air conditioning because he’s still not used to hot summers
-Tyler makes them go out anyway, especially if he knows that Ethan will have a busy day recording ahead of him
-Tyler makes sure Ethan is absolutely covered in sunscreen so that blue boy doesn’t burn
-Ethan complaining about it a lot and refuses to let anything touch him because he is sticky and feels like the sun is out to kill him
-Tyler always packs a picnic with like sandwiches and cool drinks
-Ethan finds the absolute shadiest/coolest spot in the whole park and demands that they lay the blanket down there
-Tyler gets really calm when it’s hot so he’ll immediately take a nap shirtless and sometimes Ethan takes a nap with him but he usually stays awake to watch Chica
-Ethan has one of those handheld tourist fans (that don’t really do anything and are scams tbh) pointed at his face 24/7
-He lives for those small refreshing breezes
-Tyler’s actually lowkey really scared of bees and fireflies so he’ll quickly move away if one gets too close
-Meanwhile Ethan’s over here, letting them land on his skin and trying to convince Tyler that they won’t hurt him
-Tyler buys them ice cream and Ethan’s trying to eat his as fast as he cans because it melts so quickly
-Tyler’s like “this is why I got my ice cream in a cup” but Ethan argues that it’s not a proper scoop without a waffle cone
-The sun sets really late in the day so they stay out a lot longer than usual
-Sometimes the park has like? An outdoor movie thing? That they’ll go to at night and it’s really cute

Autumn
-Eth and Ty enjoying the leaves, taking pictures of each other in it, making leaf piles
-Tyler makes leaf crowns for himself because he thinks they suit him better than flower crowns
-Chica likes the leaves too
-During fall harvest festivals they go to those market things and buy autumn things
-Ethan makes Tyler buy him the biggest pumpkin and they eat squash soup or whatever
-Tyler buys those apples that taste the best in autumn and he makes his own apple cider out of them
-Ethan and Tyler on a hay ride and Ethan just tosses the shit everywhere
-Ethan gets too excited about Halloween tbh he starts singing the songs in September
-Pumpkin carving feat tythan in which Ethan aims for a scary face design and Tyler aims for like. A graveyard landscape
-Tythan going out to stores to pick out decorations and costumes for each other
-They get a couple costume because they’re cute like that (what ship though that’s the question I’m a big fan of Harley!Ethan but?? oh I knOW THEY TOTALLY COSPLAY AS SPIDEYPOOL because!!! Idk with the size difference I think it fits pretty good and ye acrobatic Ethan and heart of gold Tyler)
-Ethan being on a sugar high after eating all of the carefully sorted Halloween candy and Tyler’s just like pls it’s five go to bed
-Tythan getting ready for thanksgiving, just cooking together and stuff
-They try to make everything from scratch because it’s more fun tbh
-Tyler has a “kiss the cook” apron and he’s always pulling Ethan away when blue boy tries to taste the gravy or apple pies or whatever
-Ethan runs off with the cranberry sauce
-Thankful boys
-Walks in the park in the crisp autumn air in which the strong wind blows leaves everywhere
-Um idk if this happens in America but in Germany the young ones come out en masse and collect a bunch of chestnuts so I just want Ethan dragging Tyler out and forcing him to hold like a wicker basket while Ethan just excitedly darts around and comes back with armfuls of chestnuts
-“I’m not helping you prepare these” sure Tyler

Winter
-Ethan and Tyler cuddled up in blankets with mugs of hot chocolate (this is canon though bless)
-Chica enjoying the snow!! Ethan enjoying the snow (they both like catching snowflakes on their tongue)!! Tyler not enjoying the snow because he is cold but as long as Ethan’s there he’s happy
-Ethan is always pelting Tyler with snowballs and making snow angels and entire armies of snowmen
-Ethan makes a big snowman and just puts a beanie on it “it’s you Tyler”
-Them going ice skating over the frozen lake and Tyler being a very cautious boy while Ethan’s doing all of these tricks and going really fast because ice skating is big in Maine and he’s acrobatic I recommend him for figure skating
-Ethan holds Tyler’s hand like “it’s okay” but then he just drags him along because it’s easy on ice and Tyler’s like !!!!! Too fast
-Ethan’s nose and cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink in the cold
-Ethan steals Tyler’s beanies during the winter to keep his ears warm and buys both of them scarves with pictures of cacti or doggos on them
-Does America have Christmas markets? Idk but it’s basically like a bunch of outdoor stalls where you can buy a lot of things like semi precious stones and intricate wooden boxes and glass bird figurines and honey candles and there’s always Christmas music playing and a constant smell of Glühwein and frying Kartoffelpuffer it’s great
-But anyway tythan going to one of these and they hold hands while they browse the stalls
-They find a lot of cool things so basically Christmas shopping for the gang
-Mark’s house is honestly filled to the brim with mistletoe because they’re all little shits. The mistletoe is legit everywhere you can’t walk two steps without encountering another bushel of it (there’s some in the fridge too why)
-Tythan decorating the tree!!! And explaining the story behind specific ornaments because many ornaments will usually have some story tied to it
-Ethan excitedly running down to the stairs with Chica on Christmas morning and Tyler’s really tired like pls why
-New Years kisses!
-Ethan sledding down a hill and falling on his ass and when Tyler laughs at him Eth tries to tackle him so just laughing boys rolling around in the snow
-Tyler just wants winter to end tbh because while he’s a fan of the winter Starbucks flavors he doesn’t like the cold

Long Slow Beautiful Dance – Part 1

 

She stares at herself in the mirror.  Stares at a woman she barely knows anymore.  The one she subconsciously buried months ago.  She had resigned herself to the acceptance that this was how her life, her love, was supposed to be.  That after a while, everything becomes a little more stale.  She had become a shell of herself, conforming to a love she was desperate to hang onto.  A love she convinced herself was still magical, that he was the still the only one who could possibly make her feel alive again.  She would just have to simply wait for that to happen.

But in the mirror at this moment staring back at her is the woman she once was.  A woman who is alive, every nerve in her body screaming that very word over and over again.  And it isn’t Adam who brought her back.  It isn’t Adam who is making her heart flutter with every gentle touch, making her cheeks flush with a simple smile.  It’s another man that every ounce of her soul is longing for.

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I was going through all my unfinished and rejected text files (there’s… quite a few). So, instead of leaving them to collect dust on my computer, I decided hey, why the hell not. Think of these as the roughest of rough doodles. Doodles that might be missing hands. Or are all drawn in side-profile. Most of these are NOT finished.

kinda based on this thing here


If there was a world’s biggest douchebag award you’d be winning the motherfucking shit out of it. But you can’t stop staring at John’s boobs.

It’s awful. You’re awful.

Hate it, that you’re not better than this, that after a fucking decade of John being John your love twizzler still goes hello ladies at the sight of John’s chest and he’s not, they’re not, it’s just him, John, your best friend and your best bro and complete full package deal asshole and god damn it, he has the cutest frickin’ boobs. You’re scum, you’re horrible and you deserve so many pinecones up your fucking ass you can out-fart a Febreze.

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Studying (Tim Drake x Reader)

Summary: Tim helps (y/n) study, but what happens when sleep and stress combine.

Pairings: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: swearing

a/n: mweh. I’m sorry I know this is short. But I’m kinda still recovering…
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“Timothy, I hate you.” You said annoyed by the amount of books he brought on to the study table. It was only supposed to be five, but it went onto a dozen. Yes, Finals was stressful, but not an unimaginable impossible task that has never been defeated in the past, right?


“Are you ready, (y/n)?” He asked enthusiastically, sitting on the chair opposite of you. You were not at all. You were scared already, but by the amount of studying Tim wanted you to do instantly intimidated you to highest extent possible.


“Of course.” You said prolonging the middle of course in a sarcastic tone. He rolled his eyes at your sass and proceeded to open the first book on the top of the pile. “Now, will that sass help you?” He asked raising an eyebrow. You groaned at his honestly obviously correct statement.


“Whatever drake. You made me more nervous than ever ya know.” You squinted at him angrily. He just had the biggest smile in response which made you groan once again.


“coffee addicted smart ass piece of shit.” You cursed under your breath. It was bad enough that you were stressed, but sleepy as well was a recipe for madness. One that must be not reckoned with, but Tim was the only exception, because he knew how to outsmart and outwit you in your ‘bamboozled’ state. Plus he was the only one who dared go against you.


“every one swear word equals one more book.” He grinned evilly.


“shit”


“one.”


“fuck you.”


“two.”


“Tim is the biggest dickhead in the biggest pile of crap ever shat.”


“six.”


“what fucking ever”


“seven.”


You banged your head on the table in complete defeat against the sleep deprived master himself.


“give up?”


“no.”


“This is going to be a long night” He chirped.


“fine yes.”

Because I’m bored at work, I want to write down some ideas for the business au I sort of mentioned.

Gavin is Burnie’s adopted son (in spirit, because by the time his parents die, gavin was old enough to look after himself). Gavin loves his camera and travels the world taking pictures and making money off that. Gavin loves his free spirit lifestyle and can’t imagine doing anything else.

And then Burnie anounces to the whole world that when he retires, it’s Gavin who will take over. And Gavin can do nothing but come home and learn the way of running a corporation because this is Burnie asking. How could Gavin disappoint him?

Gavin’s first real dealings with this strange new world is at his celebration party. He can mingle (he’s not completely green at this) and tries his best to put on a show for the crowd. It helps that Geoff is there (Geoff, who should be angry with Gavin for taking his place but has been nothing but helpful and Gavin couldn’t be more grateful). And the Gavin runs into Haywood.

Gavin’s heard of him, mostly curses from Burnie. Which makes sense. They are rival companies. But as Haywood chats him up, Gavin can’t help but think there must be some exaggeration. The man seems polite enough and he talks to Gavin like he’s a human and not Burnie’s son. It helps that he’s kind of hot.

So Gavin talks to him. About the party and the food and how Gavin’s scared he’s going to let everyone down…opps. Gavin knows he makes a mistake when he sees a glint in Haywood’s eyes but he doesn’t know what.

It isn’t till the next morning, when he sees his face plastered on the news (Heir to Billion Dollar company not ready to take the throne?) That Gavin realizes maybe there was something to Burnie’s warnings about Haywood.

And Gavin feels like he’s going to throw up. He already let people down, let Burnie down, and it wasn’t even his first day!

But, again, Gavin isn’t completely new to this. He was raised by Burnie Burns, and to an extent Geoff as a weird sort of uncle. Both powerful businessmen in their own right. Gavin’s used to scandles. And how to deal with them.

So Gavin spends the morning in his room, thinking. Then he goes to buy a coffee. Like he suspected, there are cameras waiting for him, people shouting out questions. Questioning Gavin’s ability to do this, wondering if Burnie has made a mistake.

Gavin doesn’t let it get to him, on the outside. He puts on a smile and makes sure to politely address them. And the he gives them the biggest pile of shit ever. Tells them, of course he’s nervous. He wants to make Burnie proud and talks about how much he looks up to Burnie and how he will wishes he’s able to fill Burnie’s shoes. He’s raking over a company? Who wouldn’t be scared of that. But he’s ready and he can handle anything that’s thrown at him.

He works them (he knows his cameras afterall). He looks confident in the right places and bashful in others. Let’s his eyes go wide whenever he talks about Burnie, smiles wide for everyone, gets them laughing along with him,and basically charms the pants off them. By the time the improtu interview ends, Gavin has them all in his corner.

He hopes Haywood is watching. Let the prick know that Gavin Free isn’t going to go down that easy.

BLOWING OFF ∙ L.H

Originally posted by xhemmohugsx

BLOWING OFF – L.H

ship » Luke & Y/N

rating » R (pwp: ORAL SEXXXXXX)

author’s note/warnings » dedicated to hannah, @tadpolehemmings, ‘cause she’s finally, finally, finally my friend after a million frickin’ years! enjoy, this was requested (basically just smut) but not the i took the detailed prompt from this post, enjoy!


You thought venues holding such huge bands would have good security – big, burly security guards by every entrance and exit, their stares demeaning and intimidating as you passed. This was 5 Seconds of Summer, for Christ’s sake – they were practically the kings of the pop punk music industry. You didn’t understand why you were wild enough to accept the dare and try to sneak in one of the forgotten entrances backstage – you assumed it would be a dead end, and if it wasn’t, you’d apologize and return to fully enjoy the show. So, armed with your phone’s flashlight, you crawled your way over to the dusty door. After a few sneezing fits, you gazed back at your expectant friends, who were gesturing for you to enter.

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*~ Believe in Magic ~* (ch.6)


- 6 -
1000 Year Old Talking Books and New Snow Boots.


The snow kept falling and piling up in what soon became ammunition for more snow fights as the days progressed. Snow fights Harry witnessed from his balcony when he allowed himself short tea breaks from studying.

His exam was coming up and he had kept his promise to lock himself in his apartment with no distractions. The thousand year old books soon stopped talking about burgundy which helped him to relax a lot, and his growth potion had worked on two of his winter flowers. He felt like he was ready to take his exam and ace it. It seemed like ages since Harry felt like his plans actually worked out for him, and it was a lovely feeling.

Only one thing was failing…

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manglestangled  asked:

CAN YOU DO A HC WHERE MC WEARS HEELIES AROUND EVERYWHERE AND TRIES TO GET THR RFA (plus V and Saeran) TO WEAR USE THEM!! (please c: )

alright i’m really on it

Yoosung

  • he is so HAPPY
  • the entire RFA his other jerk friends always told him heelies were “lame” and “dangerous” and “for little kids”
  • he knew MC was the only one that truly understood him
  • and little did everyone know
  • he still had his old heelies
  • and they fit like a charm
  • he rolls into the living room
  • “hey MC, check me out-”
  • he immediately runs into a table and falls over
  • MC is like SMH u not even a heely master like me :/

Zen

  • Zen is ???? ?? ???
  • he thought heelies were for like little kidos??
  • but here MC is, rolling on the side walk
  • right down the sidewalk
  • in….public…
  • “MC, cant you just walk?”
  • they suddenly wheel away from Zen then turn around and shout “no!” at him
  • he has to jog back up to them
  • “alright, i’m sorry! i love your heelies, babe”
  • MC suggest he get a pair but he wouldnt touch that junk with a 10 foot pole

Jaehee

  • ?????
  • ?????????????
  • ?????????
  • ??????????????????
  • ????
  • why would anyone
  • MC why just,
  • please take those off
  • or dont…..thats fine too i guess

Jumin

  • he is really amazed
  • have shoe, half CAR
  • i mean its got a wheel so thats like half car, right?
  • “commoners are really so innovative”
  • shutup, Jumin
  • he talks about the magical car-shoes in the RFA messenger
  • Seven convinces him that business men everywhere are wearing heelies now as a sign of power
  • and Jumin is like shit, really? i’ve never seen that but sign me up i guess
  • and then the next day he rolls into work of heelies and Jaehee has to hold in the biggest laugh of her LIFE

707

  • are you kidding me right now
  • Seven is literally the reason MC wears heelies now
  • when they first moved in, whenever Seven messed something up or got in trouble with them he would literally just roll away from the conversation on his heelies
  • so they got their own pair
  • he rolled into the kitchen
  • “Seven, why are there so many dishes piled up in the sink?”
  • he rolled out of the kitchen
  • “oh no you dont”
  • MC rolled after him
  • oh shit, they’re following me
  • “ahh, i see you decided to join the hee-ly par-ty?”
  • “go do the dishes, Seven”
  • he rolls back into the kitchen, this time a sad boy

V

  • he thinks its so adorable
  • so innocent, so pure
  • he knows the shoes are for kids but he gets a pair just so he can have fun with MC
  • they teach him how to do it good and he’s just so happy
  • he smiles every time they roll around and laugh when they try to do a trick or something
  • he knows two adults on heelies looks silly but he doesnt care
  • he’s havin fun ok

Saeran

  • he’ll burn them all
  • heelies are so annoying?
  • they’re just shoes but worse
  • they’re just shoes that were purposefully made to be more annoying
  • and to annoy him, specifically
  • he just knows it
  • every time MC wears their heelies he’ll be like
  • “you know i’m gonna throw those in a bonfire one day, right?”
  • MC squints at him
  • “you dont have the guts”
  • one day you’ll burn them all, Saeran
  • one day

THANKS FOR READING LOLOL I HOPE U LIKE IT! btw love u manglestangled

First scat club meeting

I want some ideas how do you imagine the first scat club meeting. Remember, it’s all mutual so everybody shares their or someone else’s shit. Everybody can decide naked or wearing some dirty underwear. We should have a competition of the biggest pile or thickest turd. Of course we would all share it to smell and taste. Let me know your ideas what else and how would you like to do.
(So far this is a Tumblr based club)

Object Permanence, and why I'm laughing and rolling my eyes at myself right now.

I was going to start with the following disclaimer:

“Since I’ve noticed that most of the time when I write a rough draft of a post and save it to publish later, I usually forget about it, so this post in a liveblog of my epiphany and not 100% perfectly organized…”

Then, considering what the post was to be about, I laughed at myself a lot in that “OH OF COURSE, THAT EXPLAINS IT!” way.

So anyways, I saw something in the actually autistic tag and it hit me: object permanence! Of course! I’m not an expert but what I know offhand about this concept is enough to make me think it’s at least loosely related to a lot of issues I have with organization and executive function tasks.

(Object permanence: basically the most common way to explain it is when babies are at the “obsessed with peek-a-boo game” stage, it’s because they DON’T yet have object permanence, and therefore when you cover your face, or hide a toy, they think it has disappeared from existence since they can’t see it at the moment, and they are so surprised to see that you do, in fact, come back when they see you/the toy again. They eventually understand that even though it’s not in sight, it still exists (objects are permamently existant).

How does this relate to me as a 26 year old adult grownup? I think it’s why I have always preferred to store things in sight (as opposed to organized in a drawer or put away in the closet or whatever). If I can’t see it at any given time, I forget where it is.

I have to keep my meds on the counter in the bathroom otherwise I’ll forget to take them. I have to write a note with important things to do and leave it where I will for-sure see it, or I’ll probably forget.

I start the laundry and shut the laundry room door, and completely forget that it’s going. I’ll start making soup and if I get distracted by something that takes me into another room I’ll lose track of time and forget that I need to watch for the soup to be ready.

If I start to clean my room (organizing the closet is the biggest one) and leave the room and get actively into something else, I’ll go back in my room that night and “Well, shit. My entire bed and floor are literally covered in stuff that needs to be put away, but it’s midnight and I want to sleep so I’ll pile it all on the floor and finish tomorrow.” Then I get distracted the next day and forget. Repeat cycle: that’s why my room was always a huge mess as a kid.

It’s not exactly object permanence in the way I learned it, but I see a big connection, at least until I read more about the idea… unless I forget to. Hahaha!

“lisa didn’t know what mick and leonard were planning for cisco and dante” is the biggest pile of shit i’ve ever heard in my entire life and i’m still trying to wrap my head around it

striders, bfs, and cleanliness

karkat and jake bond over what fucking utter pigs the striders can be. jake’s room is sort of a sty but nothing compares to dirk “I have vague piles of somewhat similar objects” strider or dave “I strung cords into a spiderweb and told everybody it was for irony when really I am just bad at organization” strider. jake has hoarding tendencies but when given space for his shit that is bigger than one room finds it easy to spread his shit out and keep it at least a little clean – he’s not grandpa age yet, after all. karkat, meanwhile, we all know karkat is the universe’s biggest fucking neat freak. he is constantly complaining about how dave lets garbage pile up and one day he and jake go through and clean up the house to the wailed “I HAVE A SYSTEM” of dirk and the eyebrow-furrowed befuddlement of dave.

immediately after, jake leaves to clean up and dave is still busy working on some music so dirk and karkat get to talking. initially they were uncomfortable as fuck with each other but as time has gone by and they’ve both figured out the other one is mostly pretending at competence, they’ve gotten to like each other. 

dirk jokes that he has no idea how jake is going to know what to do in the shower since there’s like 50 bottles of product and he has only ever used a washcloth and a single bar of soap. karkat finds this hilarious and tells dirk that he is pretty sure dave never even used scrubrags until karkat got on his case for not doing so. this turns into a beautiful conversation about their boyfriends’ respective thickheadedness w/r/t hygiene. karkat doesn’t entirely follow when dirk starts pontificating on the difference between cleanser and moisturizer. doesn’t matter. they bond over this the same way jake and karkat bond over the striders being messy as fuck.

(similarly, jake and dave bond over how weirdly neurotic their boyfriends are – while jake mostly talks about how vain and fucking precious dirk is about his appearance, dave talks about how karkat flips out if there is even a speck of dirt on the rug, but the bonding happens anyway)

daninthesheets  asked:

Thanks for the sweet re blog message! I'm not certain it was about shipping ianthony but it was sent not long after I re blogged some ianthony stuff so I put one and two together.

People are such dicks when it comes to gay, real life ships. Especially in the Ianthony fandom because they still think that Ian and Anthony are like: “EWW! GAY! NO HOMO!” when they don’t even give a fuck anymore. Like, THE MAIN SMOSH BLOG FOLLOWS ME! I’m one of the biggest piles of Ianthony trash on the internet, but they still follow me, and you both! Not only that, but Ian and Anthony both have stated that they don’t give a shit and it’s okay to imagine them together and write fanfiction! So, I don’t know why people still give us shit over it. It’s forever a mystery. *Shrugs shoulders*