nerd closet

fact: kravitz is a nerd

fact: they definitely don’t let you into the ipre as a wizard if you’re not actually a total and complete geek

so it’s not that kravitz thinks taako is dumb! it absolutely isn’t that; kravitz knows both empirically and from personal experience that taako is actually very brilliant. but it’s one thing to know that objectively and another to be struggling to understand the theory that some new circle of necromancers are basing their dark magic for hours on only to have taako drape himself over kravitz’s shoulders and remark, “oh shit! that’s some cool ass spell design right there!”

and taako explains it to him. without any trouble. he adds, “i mean, if it were me doing it, i wouldn’t add in this part-” he traces some of the symbols. “cuz it’s kind of sloppy, but to each their own, i guess.”

kravitz has a moment of reflection. it’s sobering, really, to suddenly remember that one’s boyfriend could probably take over the world if he was in the mood to. and also, kravitz thinks, kind of sexy

Something I’ll always love about Stanley Pines is he’s always teasing Dipper and Ford about being nerds but half of his interests are super frigging nerdy.

Seriously let’s review here, Stan likes

  • Ray Harryhausen-expy movies.
  • Old horror movies/monster movies in general.
  • A popular children’s cartoon, which he defends as having “a big mystery element and a lot of humor that goes over kids heads.”
  • Frank Frazetta-style artwork (as evidenced by his self-portrait in DaMGtMaNSF.)
  • Animatronics.
  • Making costumes and SFX makeup for Halloween/Summerween.
  • A super costumey period drama

Stan is the biggest nerd-hypocrite in all the lands and it’s adorable.

No one is above Naruto running

@bittersweetyrant discovered Chat Noir doing it. (link)

Most of you know Jagged Stone did it in Kung Food.

But how many of you caught this, also in Kung Food?

okay, but everyone portrays Trini as “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about school” but… do you remember Spinelli from that Recess animated show? She acted as if she failed every assignment but she actually had grades similar to Gretchen… What if Trini was secretly the biggest nerd (besides Billy of course) and they all find out when they show up in Trini’s house unannounced and her mom, overly excited leads them to a small studio room where Trini studies, that is incredibly organized, yellow accents, sunflowers by the window and a lot of yellow post its on the wall, pretty notes and a lot of books, the tests, quizzes and assignments that had been returned to her in a stash and they all can see she mainly has As? And that becomes the target of the rest of the rangers teasing and Trini becomes Kimberly’s personal biology tutor, in which Kim is great at but uses it as an excuse to spend time with Trini.

Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?”
“What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together.
“There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.”
She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.”
“Blasphemy and lies,” I said.
—  Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

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CLOSET NERD OTABEK TEACHING YURI TO PLAY A VIDEO GAME BY PUTTING HIS HANDS OVER YURI'S AND THEY'RE BOTH A BLUSHING MESS

When he hears Yuri let out another curse at the screen, he can’t hold in the laugh that escapes him.

“Don’t laugh at me, asshole!” Yuri exclaims, turning his glare towards him. From the corner of his eye he can see the character finally out of his misery, and the glaring ‘Game Over’ screen that appears only makes Yuri even more ticked off.

To be honest, it’s cute. Not that he’d ever tell him that.

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20 minutes into Game Theory and Chill and he gives you the look.

panicatthe-bands  asked:

Hiiii! Could you do #78 please??


I’m working on these at a snail’s pace. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it. Here’s #78: “That’s my shirt. So is that…wait?”


Stiles was the best.

Of course that was subject to opinion, but to him he was the freaking best. Ten out of ten the best friend, the best son, and especially the best boyfriend. Oh yeah that was also a thing too; he was the boyfriend of Derek Hale. The Adonis-like body, the chiseled cheeks graced with perfectly trimmed stubble, the incredibly smart and closeted jokester/nerd, the Derek Hale.

So when Stiles says he’s the best it’s because he didn’t tell Derek he was coming home from George Washington a few days earlier than planned. Oh yeah, surprise visit, probably the best idea since the whole panties thing they discovered…but that’s a story for another time.

This is how he found himself creeping up the stairs to their apartment after the longest three and a half hour drive from DC to New York ever. Even his constant music and finger drumming couldn’t distract him long enough to keep his mind off the time. It’s late; which is probably for the best since the more tired Derek was the less he used his senses, plus New York was naturally loud so the chance of blowing this too early was slim.

The chance of other forms of blowing were pretty high.

Stiles grabbed his keys, sliding them in the lock of their door as quietly as possible. The grinding of the key sliding through its riveted slot was loud and he almost wanted to scream in frustration but that would definitely give him away. Instead he huffed quietly and shoved the door open, toeing off his shoes on the mat before shuffling through the entrance to the open concept living area.

While there was no sign of Derek, the place was a mess. That was weird because Derek was such a neat freak; however blankets of all kinds were splayed about, the sink was piled with dishes, the stove top was full of crumbs…

The only thought running through Stiles’ mind was ‘what the everloving hell is going on?’.

He set his duffel bag on the couch as well as his computer bag, crossing the way to the small hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The door was cracked open slightly with soft yellow lighting pouring out. Stiles pushed the door open only to see the softest version of Derek he’s ever seen.

The socks on his feet are mismatched, he’s wearing the sweats with the holes in the legs and the sweater with the thumbholes, his hair all tousled and soft against his forehead. Stiles didn’t take out his phone despite the overwhelming urge to. This was an intimate moment and saving it on a camera felt wrong in a way.

Stiles walked over to the edge of the bed, his hand not even touching Derek before a strong grip wrapped around his wrist a tad too tight. Blue eyes flashed at him before fading quickly to reveal surprised green-ish ones.

“Hey, surpri–whoa!”

Suddenly his world was flipped, his hip smashing painfully with another as he was pulled onto the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him impossibly close, a face nuzzling into his neck and making him laugh. The stubble….well beard now, tickled the hell out of him.

A possessive growl –that went straight to his dick if Stiles was being honest– echoed through the room and against his skin.

“You’re back early,” Derek said after a moment.

Stiles pulled back a little, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, “I wanted to surprise you?”

Derek still looked taken back, his mouth parted with his teeth poking out a little. This warm, bubbly, fuzzy feeling rose in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss that shock right off his boyfriend’s face. The slight chapped feeling of his lips juxtaposed the softness of Derek’s, their noses brushing against each other’s ever so lightly every now and then.

When they pulled back Stiles finally noticed Derek’s pillow.

“That’s my shirt,” he said blankly, sitting up a little to see it better, “so is that…wait? What?”

Derek’s face went up in flames, the tan skin suddenly dark with red flush. Stiles didn’t need the gift of lycanthropy to see the embarrassment roll off the older man in waves. Under and around Derek’s pillow was his old Beacon Hills high school hoodies, a few of his graphic tee shirts, and basically anything and everything Stiles wears often.

It clicked in his head then.

“Ummm–”

“You missed me,” Stiles deadpanned.

Derek frowned, “Stiles…what? Of course I did.”

“Well duh…I just…you went as far to be with my scent,” Stiles said, motioning to the pillow.

“I always want to be with you and your scent,” Derek said, holding Stiles closer.

A grin spread across his face, “well that’s reassuring. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

Derek took that as a cue to nuzzle his face back into Stiles’ neck and chest, scenting him immediately. Stiles laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly, letting the wolf take what he needed.

“I’m glad to be home,” Stiles said after a while.

Derek paused, looking up, “…home?”

“Once again duh, you’re my home.”

If Stiles took an extra week off school…well it was worth it if he got to stay with Derek, his home.


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anonymous asked:

okay well...I kind of like the idea of Otabek ending up being kind of just a little bit dorky or goofy, especially if he's with Yuri and his real self comes out. Like he has a secret geeky side. That just seems like it'd be really cute and could give him a lot of extra dimension--no?

ok but i am sUCH a ho for closet nerd otabek??? i remember someone suggesting it once and it stuck on me ever since

like can you imagine yuri visiting otabek in almaty and when they go in his bedroom its just covered from top to bottom with star trek and legend of zelda and pokemon and he gets kinda embarrassed abt it but yuris just “yeA TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY ZELDA” and he falls in love with him a lil bit more

just??? closet nerd otabek

Theatre Nerd

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Broadway!Reader

Warning: curse words (as usual) 

Request: “do a broadwaystar!reader where Connor have a celeb crush on her and somehow they’re dating”

Word Count: 2074

Note: idrk where the plot of deh is set?? i dont think it was ever mentioned but idk. just pretend deh was set in new york. i dont really know but hey i love theatre nerd connor let’s focus on that 

MASTERLIST


If people had to give three words to associate Connor Murphy with, it would be the following – weird, freak, weed. That was how people saw Connor. He has always been confined within the bounds of those three words ever since high school started.

But what they didn’t know about Connor Murphy, the world-class freak from who allegedly threw a printer at a teacher, was a huge theatre fan.

Everyone saw him in the same outfit. It was always the same thing. Black jacket, black jeans, black combat boots, and black earphones. 

Teachers and students always assumed that he was listening to metal songs. Some students even thought that he was listening to all sorts of Satanic songs. All because that’s how they stereotyped him.

Well, they were all wrong. In reality, Connor was simply listening to different Broadway recordings. Sure, he listened to other kinds of songs but Broadway recordings have always been his favorite.

No one would expect a boy like him to listen to such genre, let alone smoke weed to Sante Fe from Newsies when he felt sad.

What’s even more shocking was that he was dating you, a renowned Broadway star since birth.

Actually, he wasn’t even sure if he should classify what the two of you had as “dating”. He didn’t know if you see him the same way he sees you, which is full of adoration. All he knew for sure was that he had a massive crush on you.

Sure, you’ve shared a kiss or two. You also have kissed him on the cheek whenever he was feeling too enraged with his father. But the two of you haven’t explicitly told each other how you felt for one another.

Despite not knowing the label for your relationship, you were definitely very close friends. 


The two of you met when you were still part of the ensemble for Hamilton. You were standing on the side during a Ham4Ham show when someone bumped your shoulder.

“Fuck, sorry. Some asshole is forcing his way in front and it’s annoying.” He apologized, mumbling the last part to himself.

You smiled. “No worries,” You looked at the tall boy beside you. You giggled at the sight of a tall boy with black-painted nails and a leather jacket standing amidst a crowd. “So, are you watching the show?”

“My sister is. Her annoying friends invited her.” He responded, taking sneaky glances at your direction.

You didn’t think he knew you but you were wrong. Connor had admired you since before your chance encounter. Of course, you didn’t know that. If he was forced to name a famous or celebrity crush, he’d say your name in a heartbeat.

“Oh, I see. You should come see it. It’s pretty amazing.”

He cracked a small grin. “I’m sure it is.”


It started there. It was no denying that the two of you are incredibly close.

And by close, that included a Connor Murphy lying down on your bed.

Despite knowing each other for a year now, you didn’t know much about him. He knew all kinds of stories about you but he still remained to be a very closed person. You didn’t want to pry too much as you didn’t want him to be upset.

So here you were. You still remained clueless on his love for you for Broadway.

That all ended today.

He was softly singing “Four Jews in a Room Bitching” from Falsettos. You were in the bathroom, taking a shower and oblivious to what was happening in your room.

Connor has been listening to the album for a week now. He enjoyed the kind of humor that was observed in the musical.

He was staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars that you stuck up your ceiling from before as he continued.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, all the time.” He sang, his fingers tapping on his beat to the rhythm of the song. 

Oooh, whadda they do for love?” You suddenly singing back. Connor immediately shut his mouth, snapping his head towards your direction. 

 You got out of the shower, still drying your hair with a towel. He stared at you with awe as he saw you walk out with your baggy “Annie” merchandise shirt and some shorts. He still couldn’t believe he got to meet someone like you, a person whose personality didn’t exactly match his own.

“I didn’t know you knew Falsettos,” You giggled, plopping down beside him. “Are you a closeted musical nerd?” 

 Connor grew defensive. “Fuck, no. Why would I?” He scoffed, standing up and leaving you alone on your bed.

“Uhm, you’re in a room of a Broadway performer?” You pointed out, laughing quietly.

He glared at you. “Tell me, please.” You begged, pouting your lips a bit for the puppy-dog eye effect. That made Connor’s knees weak.

“Okay, maybe I am.” He sat back down in defeat. “But don’t you fucking dare tell Zoe. She’s never going to let that shit down.” He grumbled.

“I would never!” You acted with fake shock, pushing your own hand against your chest. “I say we put your musical knowledge to the test.”

He groaned. “C'mon! Just to really know how big of a nerd you are.” You say, punching his shoulder lightly.

He began leaning back, attempting to lie back down on the bed. He was expecting to feel the soft bedsheets but instead, his head hit the edge of your knee. He mumbled an apology, trying to scoot down. Instead, you got a hold of his head and softly pulled him towards you so he can prop his head on your lap.

Connor scooted up to do just that, blushing a bit. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” You said quickly. “I’ll sing a song and you can sing the next part!”

“What the fuck, no. This is not ‘American Idol’ and you’re not Ryan Seacrest. You didn’t say anything about singing,” He tried getting up before pushing him back onto your lap. 

“Jeez, fine. Just give me the title then.” 

“Argh, okay. Let’s get this over with.” You said, running your fingers through his locks.

“Let’s start with easy ones.” He simply hummed in response. 

Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let’s face it, who isn’t? Less fortunate than I. My tender heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs-” 

Connor mumbled a response. 

“What was that?” You asked, leaning the side of your head towards him so you can hear him. It took a lot for Connor to not kiss your cheek right then and there.

“It’s Popular from Wicked, right?” He said, letting his lips ghost over your cheek. You only hoped for him to kiss you there.

“Ding, ding ding! Okay, how about this?“ You sat up straight. ”One day more. Another day, another destiny.” You sang, channeling your inner Valjean. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You literally just said the title, Y/N. It’s One Day More. Damn, that was easy.” You let one of your hands move to his face, pinching his nose. 

“Ouch!” He exclaimed, removing your hand from his face. 

“Alright, I’ll make it harder.” 

Still holding your hand, he couldn’t help but press a kiss onto your knuckles. “Sure, whatever.” You let a grin spread on your face. 

Pop, Six, Squish, Uh-Uh, Cicero, Lipschitz! He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to bl-” You sang, each word rolling off your tongue with ease.

“It’s the Cell Block Tango.” Your eyes widened because you didn’t expect him to know such song. 

When he saw your stare, he let go of your hand and his eyes widened. “I mean, I think so? That’s just a guess.” 

“Mhmm, sure.” You hummed, braiding Connor’s hair.

He started chipping off some of the black polish on his nails. “Are we done?”

“Definitely not! Next song.“ You looked up, trying to think of another song.

“I got it! You gotta buy her rose, compliment her on her clothes. Say you appreciate that she’s smart. Nah man, you tell her that she excites you sexually. And that’s the way you get to her heart.

 “Voices in My Head?” He slowly crept his hand towards his hair, nudging it against one of your own.

You interlocked your fingers together. “You are impressing me, Connor. Okay, how about this? Meet me halfway. A touch and go of don’t know what to say, do we talk? Don’t expect too much, just walk.

“Obviously it’s the one from Dogfight? First Date slash Last Night. Everyone knows that.” He answers. 

“Actually, not everyone knows that.”

“Really? I though they did. It’s a wonderful song.” He mumbled to himself.

“Last one. Have no fear! You know we got your back from way back.” You sang loudly as that was probably one of your favorite songs. 

 You were surprised to hear Connor unconsciously sing the next part. “Brooklyn’s here! We’ll get your pay back and some payback.

It was quiet but you definitely heard it.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god, I’m dating a theatre nerd.” You confirmed.

Connor suddenly sat up. “Dating?” Your eyes widened. 

“I mean, I kind of thought we were. If we aren’t, that’s totally okay. I just-” You started rambling, waving your hands around in front of you as you tried to take back what you said.

"Shut up,” He spoke, making you silence yourself. “You’re starting to act like Evan for fuck’s sake.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Evan who?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He squeezed your hand. “I like the idea of us dating. I’ve already liked you for a long ass time.” He mumbled the last part to himself. 

“You did?” You exclaimed a bit too excitedly as you caught what he said. “Since when?”

He blushed. “From one of your performances.”

“Which one?”

He groaned. “Do I really have to tell y-”

“Was it from Spring Awakening?” You cut him off.

“No.”

“What is when I was an ensemble for Hamilton?”

“Not exactly.”

You sighed in defeat. “Well, where then? Because those are the musicals I know you have watched, the ones where Cynthia dragged you to.“

You leaned against Connor’s shoulder, feeling him tense up at first before relaxing. "Unless, you know, you’ve watched Annie and never told me. ” You continued, pointing at your shirt. 

You were expecting a snarky remark from Connor but he just stayed silent.

You felt your mouth curl into a smile. “You did not.”

"Shut up.”

“From there?” You giggled.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

“You really liked me since I played Annie?”  You spoke, chucking as you do.

He turned his body away from you. “I’m sorry if a little kid like me watched and actually liked the show.’ He spoke loudly, taking your laughter the wrong way. “I’ll go, okay. Fuck, I have to pick up Zoe anyways-”

“Connor, relax! I find it sweet,” You grabbed his shoulder before he stood up, facing him towards you. “I just couldn’t believe you waited for so long.” 

He held your hand once more. “I couldn’t believe you would date a freak like me. Have you even heard what people say about me in school?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a damn about that. I care about this,” You said with a gentle voice, looking at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you.”

Looking down on his feet, he spoke. “You wouldn’t leave me for some handsome broadway guy? Someone less messed up?”

“Of course, not. I would never pass up the chance to be with the one and only Connor Murphy!” You answer, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He bit his lower lip yet a smile still managed to form on his face. “You’re cheesy as hell.”

“I am. But hey, let’s talk about how you sang that line from Newsies.“ You started.

No.

You stared at him, wiggling your eyebrows. “You’re a big fan, aren’t you?”

He scoffed. “No.”

“No, my ass. I bet Tommy Bracco is your goddamn idol.”

He stared at you. “Don’t get me started.”

anonymous asked:

omg okay so i love your blog so much and your v headcanons everytime you guys headcanon him i cry bc its so great ahh can i ask you for just any general v headcanons or v and mc headcanons bc happiness on v is my favorite thing tysm!!

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-He’s the type of guy to have those cute little DIY string thingies that holds up photos strung around his house

-Also the type of guy to have those random, brightly coloured, porcelain animal figurines in his house

-His closet is actually really monochromatic??? Like he’s a bright person already, he doesn’t need to have bright clothes as well

-HE HAS THE WORST PICTURES OF YOU IN A SEPARATE PHOTO ALBUM, HIDDEN AWAY- SERIOUSLY THERE’S SOME WITH YOU LIKE MID-SNEEZE AND IN THE MIDDLE OF TAKING A BITE OF FOOD WHY DOES HE DO THIS

-Everyone thinks he’s so sweet 24/7 but he’s actually pretty sassy and lowkey sarcastic if he’s being himself

-Complete pacifist UNLESS you intend to hurt the ones closest to him, then he gets pretty scary

-Tries to take selfies with his sister but they come out terrible and she makes fun of him for it

-Also tries to selfie with you and you send the funniest ones to his sister (again, makes fun of him)

-Has so many of his mum’s art pieces hanging in his house!!

-Animals love him!!! That’s why he has such great pictures of them on his camera!

-Sort of unorganized; he has a full drawer full of SD cards but none of them are labeled so he has no idea what’s on them unless he plugs them in

-You have to help him pick out his outfits sometimes because he’S SO BAD AT IT, V YOU CAN’T WEAR CAMO AND STRIPES WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

-I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM WITH A PET HEDGEHOG AND HE NAMES IT SOMETHING SILLY LIKE SONIC

-Closet nerd, he loves Lord of the Rings, the scENERY, MC, IT’S BEAUTIFUL

-Once got stuck in a tree trying to scare you and you needed to call Jumin to come help him down. Vowed not to try and scare you from then on

-Has a TON of ugly sweaters and literally thinks they’re the cutest things ever

-Likes to try ANY cute DIY food video he comes across (buT V WE CAN’T EAT ALL OF THIS)

- this little nerd will leave you sweet notes all over the house!!! He thinks you make the cutest faces when you find them <3

- he has this really cute silly side to him that he only shows to you???

- like he’ll smack your forehead randomly and act like it wasn’t him at all but he bursts out laughing bc your glare is far from threatening

- his laugh is like heaven

- He puts eyes on literally every food item in your refrigerator as a prank but it’s actually really cute because he draws faces on them too

- Sooo many dumb jokes and you hate and love them all

- “What kind of bagel can fly? A plain bagel”

- sometimes u wanna kill him

- He signs up for every class that can make him “a better version of himself” smh this guy is trying to better himself??? Who does he think is

- art classes, photography classes, fitness classes, cooking classes, litERALLY EVERYTHING

- he drags you with him because he loves u <3

mishascloud  asked:

College!AU 7 minutes of heaven ?

Here we have some self-indulgent nerdy!Cas and jock!Dean who’s actually a huge sweetheart! (also on ao3)

Castiel was going to kill his brothers. He was going to slit their throats, eviscerate them, and burn their bodies just for fun. Right after he got out of the closet they had locked him.

He banged his fist against the door again. As expected, there was no response from either Gabriel or Balthazar, the fucking bastards. Trying again, he growled, “Gabriel! Let me out of here!”

“No can do, baby bro,” Gabriel’s sing-song voice sounded through the door, slightly muffled yet full of glee. “It hasn’t even been a minute yet!”

“Let me out!” Castiel hissed, desperation bleeding into his voice. Smacking his palm against the door hard enough to make it tremble on its hinges, he snarled, “I’m gonna kick both of your asses!”

“Oh, please, Cassie. You couldn’t kick your own ass,” Balthazar scoffed from the other side of the door. Castiel could perfectly envision his brother’s eye roll as he reported, in his smarmy accent, “Now, just enjoy your time with the hairless ape and send me a fruit basket later for my efforts.”

“Give it up, dude,” another voice instructed, this one much closer than Gabriel and Balthazar’s. “They’re not letting us out till our seven minutes are up.”

Castiel let out a huff, pushing his glasses further up his nose, a habit of his exacerbated by stress and anxiety both of which he had in spades thanks to his siblings. Crossing his arms over his chest, Castiel narrowed his eyes at his closet cell mate.

In the low light of the closet, he could just barely make out Dean’s defined features. He could see the firm, sharp line of Dean’s jaw, the disheveled mess of his not quite light brown not quite dirty blonde hair, the soft plush pink of his bottom lip.

His shoulders were so wide he almost had to hunch them just to fit into the closet they had been unceremoniously shoved into. His gray Guns N’ Roses t-shirt was stretched tight across his chest and biceps, half of the latter on full, unabashed display.

Cas shifted awkwardly, dipping his chin and staring down at his hands as he fiddled with the hem of his own t-shirt. He raised his head, snapping his eyes up to Dean’s, when Dean grunted, “What’s your problem, dude?”

Castiel’s problem was that twenty eight years ago his father had decided to have another child, a son named Gabriel who made it his mission in life to torment his younger siblings. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was only one younger sibling Gabriel tormented. Castiel.

Why, Castiel didn’t know, especially since Gabriel had an unusually large pool of younger siblings to pick from. But ever since he could remember, Gabriel had been a thorn in his side, a thorn he loved dearly but a thorn nonetheless.

Balthazar, who was two years younger than Gabriel and six years older than Castiel, had followed in his brother’s footsteps and devoted his life to ruining Castiel’s. It was a family business, apparently.

When Castiel was in junior high school, his older brothers had wrapped every single thing in his room in sparkly gold wrapping paper. And he meant everything. Every last pen, book, and article of clothing he had opened had to be unwrapped.

In high school, they had broken into the school in the middle of the night and filled his locker with glitter. For the next two years of high school, he had still been finding glitter in his textbooks and spiral notebooks.

Now, in his junior year of college, his older brothers had locked him in a closet with the guy he’d had a crush on for months. Because, as he’d said, his brothers were assholes and took advantage of his weakness for vodka to question him about the identity of his mysterious, pathetic crush.

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i have two guy friends who have very similar personality traits to eric and dylan so here’s some headcanons based off of real life experiences

dylan:

- will never tell you when he’s having problems or if he’s sick. like ever. for some reason he likes to suffer alone?? you’ll only know he had surgery because he’ll text you weird shit while he’s high on drugs and then have to explain himself the next morning

- is the most sleep deprived person on earth and overworks himself. constantly taking late night shifts and is completely out of it half the time

- the most painfully shy person alive. literally. this boy will not talk to you unless you approach him first, and even then you will have to initiate all conversation for like the first few weeks of talking to him

- once you’ve actually become close friends to him, he’s THE SWEETEST GUY ALIVE he’s so selfless and caring and is honestly such a gem. will walk you back to your house if you’re afraid of going alone in the dark

- a great listener. gives surprisingly good advice?? also is really fun to have conversations with once he’s let his wall down bc he’s really smart and has cool insight on music and politics and LiFe and such

- the BEST GIFT GIVER ALIVE. holy shit. spends WAY too much money and makes you feel inadequate. remembers things you said offhandedly in a conversation five months ago and buys exactly what you wanted. also really sentimental? like he’ll buy you a star and shit

- hates taking selfies or having his photo taken. you seriously have like one photo of him and you’ve been friends for three years. is he a cryptid?? who knows

- if you end up dating him, then prepare for him to reveal his Secret Goofy Side™ and to just send you nonstop memes

- he’s always worried he’s annoying you, so if you’re the type of person that is also afraid that all your friends secretly hate you, you will both be constantly reassuring each other that you actually enjoy each others company 

- a great friend to make offhanded jokes about wanting to kill yourself and disappear into the void with bc like,,, he Relates

- he’s Too Nice and people will take advantage of his kindness

- if he hates something or is annoyed, he’ll suffer in silence for a long time before eventually reaching his limit and starting to mutter insults under his breath

- he gets genuinely upset that his dog doesn’t seem to like him

- you have to remind this boy to eat bc he gets so wrapped up in his thoughts that he’ll forget like TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DUMBASS

- when he gets sad you wouldn’t ever really be able to tell except that he gets a little quiet and more pensive than normal

- he doesn’t smile that often, so when he does, you feel proud of yourself for making this ACTUAL HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE happy

eric:

- if you don’t know him, he’s intimidating as fuck. like he glares at everyone, and gives off a vibe of Rebellion™ constantly. wears edgy t-shirts. does not hesitate in telling people he doesn’t like to go fuck themselves

- has anger issues and a huge problem with authority. if he feels like a teacher has a power complex or that they’re emotionally abusing students he will tell them TO THEIR FACE

- because of this, he gets detention a lot, adding to the intimidation factor. never actually shows up though, will drive off campus to get fast food instead

- is THE ACTUAL SMARTEST GUY ALIVE!!! but you would never know if you weren’t friends since he kinda keeps to himself. frustrating because he will fail classes on purpose if he doesn’t like the teacher, but is smarter than literally everyone else at school

- once you’re friends with him, his demeanor does a full 180. like holy shit. turns into the biggest lovable dork alive

- constantly tripping over himself. his legs don’t work. i don’t know what else to say

- treats his girlfriend like a princess. constantly planning fancy dates and helping your mom out with dinner. the type of guy to actually remember your anniversary and to pick you up from work and stuff

- kind of a closet nerd that is obsessed with video games, post apocalypse books, and d and d

- if you’re friends with him, he is the SWEETEST AND MOST CARING GUY!! like if you tell him you’re sad, he will drive over to your house to talk even if it’s super late. the kinda guy to bring you a hershey bar when you’re having cramps

- goes on so many rants. literally half of your conversations are just him ranting about INJUSTICES and POLITICS and HOW MUCH HE HATES [fill in the blank] but honestly its pretty endearing

- gets so mad if he finds out one of his friends is being bullied or sexually harassed. will go up to said harasser and tell them to stop or he’ll kick their ass

- if you somehow piss him off, you won’t know what hit you. he will GHOST THE FUCK OUT OF YOU and leave you on read until you figure out he hates you now and will never tell you why

- a total latch key kid. somehow did a great job raising himself?? like he pretty much has zero parental guidance and yet still managed to come out of it being the kind of guy who opens doors for people constantly

- actually really funny? like you’ll be laughing so hard you cry

- when he gets sad you can tell because he gets really withdrawn and if you try to pull him out of his funk he gets pissy and yells at you. pls LEAVE HIM ALONE!!

- the type of guy that thinks it’s funny to teach swear words to children

- will take every chance he has to ~make fun of you~ but in a fun way, not maliciously. he constantly rubs people the wrong way because of this though. like he will never forget that time you walked into a glass window at school

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Jenna: I try to avoid the fandom mostly, though there are a few exceptions, but I really liked Homestuck and cried a little when it ended.

Jake: Never tell anyone else about this conversation.

Jenna: Alright.