no one is gonna reblog this and i will laugh

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Can we take a moment to realize that Zhan Zheng Xi is such a great friend? I didn’t realize how many times he worries about Jian Yi, takes care of him or shows affection until I made this compilation. Now I’m fucked up, lmao.

He really really loves Jian Yi.

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27.06.16 // looking everywhere else but at you

omfg ok i made a video of me making a boy sim and i planned on just like……putting text ovr it and saw i could do a voice over…..lmfao so i tried it?????? and i ended up explaining nothing so here ill add some things

  • when i make a sim i usually just edit the one that randomly generates so…thats what im doin here
  • this just so dumb vid of me laughing at myself
  • hey maybe dont reblog this LMAO i dont want this to haunt me thanx xo
  • dont shame me for still using itunes also thx
Wow Gray, Kinky Much? | G.D.

Requested By: Anon

**

It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon in L.A. You were laying on a couch, your head in Grayson’s lap. You were scrolling through tumblr, and he was distractedly running his fingers through your hair. You stopped abruptly at one post, a laugh bubbling up from your throat.

“What, Y/N” Grayson asked. You angled the phone so he couldn’t see the screen, and smirked up at him. “Nothing, Gray. It’s nothing.” But you were laughing. “Nooo, Y/N tell meee,” he whined. “I mean ok, but you asked for it bup.” You told him, before sitting up and clearing your throat.

“Okay, Gray, it’s a picture of you. And you’re holding up a shoe-

“Wait, how is this funny?” He butted in. You shushed him.

“I’m getting to it. Anyway, you’re holding up your shoe and the first caption says ’wow, that’s a big shoe you got there Gray.’ And then someone reblogged it and said ‘Well, the bigger the feet the bigger the meat.” You could barely get through it without laughing. Gray turned red. “Sometimes I’m real glad I’m not on tumblr,” He mumbled. You just laughed harder. “Okay, you know what, we’re gonna go find some other dirty stuff, because this is hilarious!” You quickly clicked over to their youtube channel, and scrolled deep into the comments before stumbling on your first one. “Lick lick lick, I wanna eat yo dick,” You read. Gray had his cringe face on. “Wow, that one even rhymed,” you laughed to yourself. Just then Ethan walked out into the living room.

“Hey guys, what’s up? Are you being all coupley and shit, because if so, I’m out.”

“No E, I’m actually just making Gray cringe, wanna join us?” You responded. His face lit up. “Definitely! I’m always up for embarrassing Gray!”

“Alright then, shall we continue? Kelsey G. says ‘Ok, so I’m an Ethan girl (at which E smiled proudly) but Grayson can make me feel some type of way. Sometimes I accidentally start fantasizing about fucking him. Like damn, that would be so good.” You read. Ethan snorted. Grayson screeched in horror. “Wait, it gets worse,” you smirked. 

“Fiona Trickzzz says ‘Omg Grayson is daddy material. Like, I bet during sex he’d make you call him daddy, so I call him that too when I’m alone. I’m just getting ready, you know?’ Oh my gosh!!” You laughed. Gray just looked kinda uncomfortable, and went “No, that’s Ethan’s thing, okay.” Ethan looked away, but he couldn’t hide his smirk.

“Okay, next one. ‘So we all know that Gray likes choking people. And omG he has the perfect arms for it!! Wow, It’s so hot to even think about..” You burst out laughing. “Wow Gray, kinky much?” He just blushed even harder, and groaned. “Nooooooo. Y/N, can we be done now, this is so uncomfortable.” You shook your head, still laughing.

“Fine Gray. You just gotta promise that the only person you’ll ever choke is me.”

Him and Ethan burst out laughing. “Okay, definitely. I will only ever choke you, I promise. I will choke you in sickness and health, for richer or for poor. I will choke you until death do us part.”

You just giggled and fell into his arms.

“I love you.”

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Dans gonna have to buy phil one of those backpack stuffed animals with a leash on it for american tatinof, he cant even keep track of him on the damn tube

I found a screenshot of a tweet that made me laugh that I took a while ago but now im realizing its fake, credit to @fakephan_tweets (on twitter i’m assuming) for a brilliant idea that has probably actually happened irl lets be honest


***Bonus points: reblog with what dan based story you think phil was telling that poor random old lady***


EDIT: Credit to the brilliant and lovely @destihelp on Instagram!!! go check her out!!! 

anonymous asked:

I hope next time you inform yourself before making an assumption and criticizing others. Keep in mind that everything in life comes around and karma is a bitch so one day something bad is gonna happen to you and everyone is going to be too busy laughing at your misery to take time and recognize all the things you've ever work for. You're not that different from Pewdiepie. Laughing at him makes you as bad as him.

Goodnight Carmilla

Everyone seems sad to be saying goodbye to Carmilla but I like to think of the times we had here on Tumblr. Weather it was laughing about yellow pillow stealing or screeching when we found out that we were gonna get a movie. Either way, this has been one hell of a ride and I know these two star crossed lovers will never leave my dash as long as I may reblog. Thank you Carmilla cast/crew. For giving all of us lucky cream puffs everything we could have wanted and more. I hope to see all of the cast go on to do even greater things and the crew to produce greater productions. Goodnight Carmilla.

ask-mr-strider  asked:

[Davesprite] I have some down feathers that might work. I'm pretty shitty at sewing what with my gross frankenbird hands but I did my best. *He offers a smol skirt that probably fits like a dress made of little down feathers stitched together. He tried.*

It looks beautiful regardless, because it’s a lot of soft feathers and that’s always cute. Dirk is breathless except for the few tickles he gets every so often that get him to let out a soft laugh or chuckle.

…so, if he’s not going to take Anakin’s name, are they at least gonna hyphenate?

Kenobi-Skywalker? Or Skywalker-Kenobi? 

…or do a mashup name? Kenobwalker? Skynobi?! 

I get the impression this is going to lead to a lot of bickering about alphabetical order and who picked dinner last night and “why don’t we ever go with MY suggestion”. 

(I’m glad you nerds enjoyed this one.) ;) 

zurysalvatore  asked:

Ellooo ^^ ♥

1. First impression:
“Oh,she looks nic-OMG SHE LIKES MM AND YOI I NEED TO TALK TO HER” and then just ended up not talking to you ‘cause I thought you weren’t gonna answer.
2. Truth is:
You’re one of the sweetest persons that I’ve ever met on Tumblr,thank you for always being so nice to me,you are like my big sister or something like that xD
3. How old do you look:
16? I don’t know,you are so mature but you look so young xD
4. Have you ever made me laugh:
Almost always,I love everything that you post/reblog!
5. Have you ever made me mad:
Not even a single time
6. Best feature:
YOUR PERSONALITY IS AMAZING,YOU ARE EXTREMELY SWEET OMG
7. Have I ever had a crush on you:
Nop,but you do have a especial place on my heart

deanssweetheart23 replied to your post “Until It’s Gone - Ch.6”

I’m just gonna second what @escabell​ said about panties. And see? She loves Sam and all but Deaaaan. That girl gets me…

escabell replied to your post “Until It’s Gone - Ch.6”

@deanssweetheart23 haha you too?! I’m glad I’m not the only one with missing panties

You two are killing me and I love it.

@deanssweetheart23 - Your fight for Dean is still cracking me up. I just keep laughing at your overwhelming “rage” towards Sam.

@escabell - Thank you for your lovely reblog, babe ;) 

“We don’t need your voice of reason right now, Samuel. / Dean totally knows what the reader needs. / You have no idea how satisfying it was that Dean punched him. - I swear, you two are joining forces against me and Sammy.

I love you both so much. So. Much.

  • Noiz: Hey Aoba, does Ren like to do it... doggy style?
  • Aoba: For fuck's sake, Noiz-
  • Ren: Actually, we prefer to be intimate in a missionary position while staring lovingly, yet passionately into each others' eyes.
  • Aoba: REN!
  • Ren: Sometimes I stare so long he gets really uncomfortable and laughs.
  • Aoba: REN. >////<
  • Ren: It's because I sometimes forget that I still have to blink.
  • Aoba: REN, STOP. >o<;
  • *awkward pause*
  • Noiz: Um yeah, I was actually trying to make fun of you but thanks for that extremely vivid and disturbing image. =__=;

hey dad :’)

1. First impression: super chill, probably too chill and too cool for me??
2. Truth is: you’re really friendly and still too cool for me :’)
3. How old do you look: oh man i don’t.. think i’ve seen a selfie of u?? at least not one i remember… but you’re younger than me!! that’s all i can muster up.. gomen
4. Have you ever made me laugh: YES you reblog all the funions i love it
5. Have you ever made me mad: no!
6. Best feature: i’m gonna go on a limb and say eyebrows…..
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nope!
8. You’re my: dad friendo
9. Name in my phone: i don’t have you in my phone!
10. Should you post this too? sure!

TIPS FOR TURNING THE TABLES ON CATCALLERS

I was harrassed by a particularly nasty catcaller earlier today and try as I might to just put it out of my mind, I couldn’t, and it pretty much bothered me all day, most of which I spent imagining ruthless and horrible ways for that skidmark to die. I was so grossed out in the moment that I was speechless in fact. But these are a few ways that I’ve dealt with them in the past that give me some fucking satisfaction. Please remember to be safe when engaging with these sick fucks though, because gross dudes have no morals and I want you to stay safe. Don’t do these things if you’re confronted in a dark alley or an empty street. (Though, really you should just stay away from dark alleys all together…) These things are okay to do in well lit, populated places, and even then use your best judgement. If you feel legitimately threatened, keep moving and let them wallow in their horrible little lives.

MAKE THEM QUESTION THEIR MOTIVES:
I like this one a lot because it has the potential to teach them a real lesson if they aren’t complete scum. (Rare, I know, but maybe some of them are just getting into the catcalling game or doing it because of peer pressure or something.) First, just ask them “Why?” Regardless of what they said, just a basic ‘why’ will trip them up a little. Then, when they give you nothing that could justify their actions, because nothing will, continue to pry. Ask them what they expected to accomplish, or whether they considered how uncomfortable their intrusion into your bubble would make you. Ask them if their grandmother would approve of what they were doing. Even if you get nothing that could be considered a respectable response you may have made them consider how their sick arrogance is making other people feel. You might even get an apology.

LAUGH AT THEM
And I mean really laugh. Derisively and cruelly laugh at their utter stupidity in thinking that catcalling is an effective way to meet women. Put yourself into hysterics. This is only appropriate on rare occasions as it can provoke violence. You’re taking a direct shot at their fragile ego.

JUST SAY EW
Or express in some other way that you find them repulsive. I like to look them up and down and give them my best 'turning my nose up like there’s shit under it’ look. And most of the time this is just naturally my instictive response. But again, you’re taking a shot at their ego, and this will almost always garnish a negative retaliatory response, probalby something along the lines of them calling you a bitch as you walk away. But making them angry makes me happy because they deserve it.

CREEP THEM THE FUCK OUT:
Stop and turn to them like you’re going to engage, but don’t say anything. Aim your gaze just over their shoulder and then, (either with the most serene smile, or completely deadpan), say “You’re gonna die soon.” Then, turn and walk away. Honestly this can get the most hilarious responses. I had one guy check over his shoulder like four times before he realized I’d walked away. (I could see him in the reflection of a window.) It was really really hard not to bust out laughing.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG AND ADD YOUR FAVORITES!

Wolf Watch Fluff

A/N: Hello lovelies! In honor of reaching 130 followers, I decided to post this little fluff piece to say thanks for all of the reblogs, likes, and sweet anon asks I’ve been receiving. You guys are the best and I’m so happy that you’re enjoying the crazy workings of my imagination, haha. So here you go, a Daniel Sharman fluffy one-shot inspired by this next gifset that I’m going to reblog (gif number 2 in the gifset to be specific) because for some reason tumblr is just not letting me add the gif to this post :(.

Doesn’t it look like he’s saying “Pretty Please?” ;)

Enjoy!! x

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anonymous asked:

Ten minute prompt: Rose and Ten go to a parallel universe where DW is a tv show, they read fanfiction about them

This basically developed into a one-shot instead of a ten minute prompt… Hope you enjoy!

“This can’t be right,” the Doctor said, his voice muffled from the screwdriver that was currently being held between his teeth.

One of his hands was toying with something on the top of the console and the other was furiously typing on a keyboard of some sort while he stared at a monitor.

Rose frowned and stepped up behind him to stare at the screen. The writing was in some sort of circular language that she’d seen before but couldn’t read so she just licked her lips in concern. “What’s wrong?”

He ran a hand through his hair and spoke again, this time causing the screwdriver to clatter to the grating, but he didn’t even seem to notice. “She’s saying we’re in a parallel universe. But that’s not remotely possible.”

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Also, I’ll be honest, I was confused when I was told by @helloslo to go see Chilled’s twitter and then I saw this and I just started jumping up and down in the back of the car. Also, more being honest, I felt like crap for making this picture because there was this adorable and more well drawn comic on this post with the original meme text so I was just “I wasted my time making this picture, no one’s gonna like it because there’s a better one out there” and then I saw that Chilled went and tweeted about it, and it completely made my day. Like I started crying. I legit started crying and laughing and I wouldn’t stop crying like the tears wouldn’t stop coming and this made me so happy. But of all times he goes onto Tumblr…Everytime I think about this tweet I start smiling and crying again

If you want to see the actual Tumblr post of that drawing here and reblog it if you like :)

anonymous asked:

Iwaoi dialogue 7, iwa being the drunk one ❤️

Hello anon! :D Thank you so much for sending me this prompt, and I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten you! I’ve gotten way more prompts than I thought I would, and I promise I’m doing all of them, no matter how long it takes me!!

Prompt is from here, Dialogue 7: “You’re really drunk right now” - “No I’m not, you’re just blurry.”

Holy heck, I had a LOT of fun with this one. Warnings/Tags for this include: drinking, College AU, and a whole lot of sappy fluff. ENJOY!

~~

Oikawa doesn’t know what he was expecting when he entered the bar, heading for their usual spot near the back.

He knows he’s even later than anticipated, but this is so not what he thought he’d walk in on.

“…and h-have you seen his legs? Like, damn, who wouldn’t wanna f-” Iwaizumi interrupts himself with a hiccup, and slams his hand down on the table. “…‘n then he waited s-so damn long because he thought I wouldn’t like him? Seriously?”

Oikawa steps up to the table, incredulity spreading across his face. Matsukawa notices him and waves, evidently trying hard not to burst out laughing. Oikawa sees Hanamaki holding up his phone, and at Matsukawa’s nudge he grins over at the newcomer and gives him a thumbs up.

“I mean,” Iwaizumi continues, very involved in the conversation they’re apparently having, “I was s-sure he knew that ev'ryone with eyes had a cr- a crush on him. He could’ve had ‘nyone, y'know? And he p-picked me?!”

“…yup, pretty unbelievable,” Hanamaki supplies, before going back to biting his lip to refrain from laughing.

Oikawa is rooted to the spot, still fully dressed in his coat hat and scarf, and stares at his boyfriend, dumbstruck. “Wow, okay. You’re really drunk right now.”

Iwaizumi giggles (giggles!) and leans forward against the table. “No, ’m not,” he slurs, “you’re jus’ really blurry.”

Hanamaki blurts out a laugh before slapping his own hands over his mouth, and Oikawa makes a mental note to thank him later because Iwaizumi has started mumbling again, “…I gotta find- y- d'you know where Tooru is?”

Oikawa opens his mouth but Matsukawa is faster, he reaches over and takes Iwaizumi’s hand and nods at him. “He’s right here, look! Just arrived.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes follow the direction Matsukawa is pointing in and focus on Oikawa, who tilts his head a little and smiles.

“Hey, Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face lights up like they’d just won nationals.

“Tooru, hey, hey-”

He nearly trips over himself as he tries to stand up, and Hanamaki’s hand shoots up to steady him.

“Whoa, okay, watch it-”

“Tooru, I need-”

Iwaizumi stumbles around the table, grabbing Matsukawa’s shoulder for support, and practically throws himself into Oikawa’s arms.

Oikawa staggers back under his weight, a nervous laugh tearing from his throat. “I-Iwa-chan?”

But Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to be listening anymore, he’s burying his face in the crook of Oikawa’s neck and breathing him in, his entire body relaxing against Oikawa’s.

“Hey, are you okay? What did they make you drink, huh?”

He looks over to find Matsukawa and Hanamaki grinning widely.

“Us? We’d never!”

“We totally didn’t order him more cocktails than he can handle, who do you think we are?”

Iwaizumi giggles again, and he manages to disentangle himself for long enough to give Oikawa a wide smile.

“One of them was pink, Tooru! L-like Makki’s hair!”

Oikawa raises his eyebrows as Hanamaki descends into a fit of silent giggles.

“…why?” he asks, turning his eyes on Matsukawa.

“Those who are late shall be punished,” Matsukawa says simply, grinning.

“But I’m not the one who’s gonna have a skull-splitting headache tomorrow-”

“Tooruuu,” Iwaizumi whines, tugging at his shirt when he realizes that Oikawa’s attention isn’t on him anymore. “W-why’re you so laaate?”

“No,” Matsukawa agrees, as Oikawa threads his fingers absent-mindedly through Iwaizumi’s hair, making him sigh and nuzzle closer again, “but you’re the one who’ll have to deal with an Iwaizumi who regrets all his life choices. And you can be sure we’ll be mailing him these videos. You will suffer.

Oikawa groans. “No fair, Mattsun-”

“Also you’re not getting them,” Hanamaki supplies, evidently over his giggling, but still grinning widely. “That’s your punishment. I have at least twenty minutes’ worth of dear Iwa-chan talking about how much he loves you, and you’ll never lay eyes on that footage.”

“Makki-”

“Tooooruuuu,” Iwaizumi says, louder this time.

“…what is it, Iwa-chan?”

Hanamaki lifts his phone a little higher just in time to capture Oikawa’s face as Iwaizumi pulls back and says: “D'you know how much I love you?”

Oikawa nearly chokes, staring at him in disbelief. “Uh-”

“Guess,” Iwaizumi says, and he squeezes Oikawa’s arms through his coat.

Oikawa is sure he’s blushing scarlet, and the knowledge that Hanamaki is recording all this doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

“Uhm. I don’t- I don’t know? …a lot, I hope?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes actually focus on Oikawa’s, and for a second, he looks like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and what he’s saying. And then his goofy grin is back.

“M-more than volleyball,” he says happily, and Oikawa’s heart jumps up into his throat. But Iwaizumi isn’t done. “M-more than when y-you hit a spike just right 'n destroy the other team’s block. More than beating Ushiwaka. M-more than anything. More-”

But Oikawa can’t take another second of this - he surges forward and throws his arms around Iwaizumi, burying his burning face in his shoulder with a wail that drowns out even Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s laughter.

This time Iwaizumi is the one who staggers back, fingers twisting into Oikawa’s coat, and they lose their balance, toppling over on top of each other.

Oikawa groans and pulls back, finding himself somehow in Iwaizumi’s lap, who looks strangely unperturbed by this whole situation and is still beaming up at him, his eyes practically sparkling.

“Y-you know I say ’m annoyed when you complain too much 'n stuff but I’m actually not? I love listenin’ to you. 'N I l-love when you surprise me, 'n kiss me in front over ev'ryone, even though I pretend I don’t like it. B-because then ev'ryone knows that you’re mi-”

He stops himself and his eyes widen, like he’s just realized something. “Oh, y-you can’t tell Oikawa! He’ll m-make fun of me, 'n use it against me for sure! Tooru, you gotta promise you won’t tell him-”

But the rest of his sentence is lost under Hanamaki’s hysterical laughter, and Oikawa swears this conversation just robbed him of ten years of his life.

~

It’s not until he shows Iwaizumi the videos the next morning though (and Iwaizumi buries himself in his sweater and refuses to resurface for all of ten minutes as he apparently goes through all five stages of grief, mourning the loss of his dignity) that Oikawa fully appreciates the value of Hanamaki’s filming skills. He opts for calling him right away and telling him that he’s the best friend he could ever have hoped for - at which Iwaizumi’s head pops back up and actually pouts, muttering: “I thought I was your best friend.”

Oikawa stares at him blankly for all of five seconds before he very rudely hangs up on Hanamaki, drops his phone and lunges at Iwaizumi with a scream, knocking him over onto the bed and proceeding to pepper kisses all over his face.

“Oh my god, Oikawa, remind me why I’m dating you-”

“Because you love me,” Oikawa trills, thoroughly enjoying himself. “You love me, and you want everyone to know it-”

“Well what’s wrong with that?” Iwaizumi cuts in, defensive despite the angry blush all over his face. “It’s not like you didn’t know that?”

Oikawa beams. “But now you’ve said it!”

Iwaizumi shakes his head and mutters: “I can’t believe I let them get me that drunk. I can’t believe you let them get me that drunk!”

“Aw, Iwa-chan, we all knew you were just too shy to admit how starstruck you are from dating me-”

“That’s not an excuse for letting them humiliate me!”

He pushes him off and sits up, but Oikawa is still beaming as he follows suit.

“Ah, but you didn’t deny it!”

Iwaizumi groans and buries his face in his hands.

“See, this is why I don’t say things like that! This is why I don’t tell you you look adorable when you sleep, or that I couldn’t stop staring at your hands-”

“Ooh, you like my hands, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi throws his arms up in surrender, and Oikawa flops sideways into his lap, chortling gleefully.

“Ahhh, you should get drunk more often!” he says, grinning up at him.

“…most certainly not,” Iwaizumi says, but he lets his arms drop and starts threading his fingers through Oikawa’s hair.

And then, almost as an afterthought, he adds: “…it’s so soft. How do you get it so goddamn soft?!”

The most smug and delighted expression he has probably ever worn in his entire life stretches across Oikawa’s face.

“You love me,” he says, practically glowing.

“…you know, I thought you were insufferable before, but this just takes the cake.”

“You loooove me,” he repeats, reaching up and poking Iwaizumi’s cheek.

“Oh my god, Oikawa.”

“You’re not denying it! You love me, and my legs and my hands and my hair-”

Iwaizumi shuts him up by bending over and smashing their lips together, hard.

“Stupid, ridiculous Shittykawa,” he mumbles angrily, and Oikawa cackles.

“You’re adorable!”

“Shut up.”

“So sappy and mushy and disgusting, Iwa-chan-”

“Please, please shut up-”

“Who knew you were so in love-

“I swear to God, I will end you-”

But Oikawa just laughs, huffing out air into Iwaizumi’s face. “Oh, you’d never! You’d be miserable without me!”

Iwaizumi stares at him for a moment, frowning, before he gives up and folds down over him, resting his head on Oikawa’s chest.

“…just, please. You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

Oikawa laughs again, easy and light.

“Never.”

“Great,” Iwaizumi says with a sigh, even as he pulls Oikawa closer and hides his face in his shirt. “Just great.”

~~

Thank you for reading! (Just a heads up here: I got this same prompt a second time so I’ll be writing that with Oikawa being the drunk one xD More stuff coming soon!!)

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Tomco Headcanons

-Marco gets tickets to Love Sentence for him and Tom, as a totally brotonic thank you for the Mackey Hand thing, but they end up sharing their first kiss during the finale performance of “Too Little Too Late”, after laughing about the irony and singing along
-start hanging out regularly after that
-Tom’s dumbass life coach keeps screwing everything up to the point where Marco, in a fit of frustrated bragging, claims he could do a better job as Dr Marco PhD
-ends up getting really invested in researching actual demon psychology from a library that Star found in another dimension, where they have sources for literally EVERYTHING
-finds out that not only is a demon’s anger necessary, but helps them harness their powers in ways they wouldn’t be able to otherwise. the only caveat is that it can consume them completely if they don’t exercise mental checks and balances to keep it at a manageable level, which is what Tom should’ve been learning instead 
-Marco shares this discovery with Tom and starts helping him find healthy ways to be the true DEMON he should be, instead of the average human he was trying to be
-Tom fires Brian, but keeps the bunny. he’s really grown attached to the little thing
-soon becomes much more centered and in control, only after a short month of training with Marco, and now can actually get angry without losing himself, even taking pleasure in a therapeutic rage smite like other demons
-his possessive feelings towards Star also disappear, much to his amazement, like a huge weight has been lifted from his heart
-probably helps that he and Marco have been smootch buddies this whole time
-even trying polynesian
-neither of them really want to admit anything about feelings, so just resign themselves to a close-friends-with-benefits title
-Marco still argues that his crush on Jackie comes first, and he read that sexual releases can help demons to focus their energies, so defends that it’s mostly for Tom’s benefit rather than his own urges
-Tom just doesn’t want to screw up the only great, stable friendship he’s ever had
-Star calls bullshit and, once she’s past the my-ex-and-my-bestie-are-hooking-up weirdness, decides extreme matchmaking intervention is in order
-tries EVERY not-so-subtle chance she gets to pair them off together
-even going on fake double dates just to ditch them in the movie theater
-or park
-or bubble lounge
-or romantic dimension where couples go just to make out
-eventually Marco’s like STAP and Tom actually talks to her about it
-Star, surprised by his maturity and actual ability to rationalize his thoughts towards Marco’s feelings and the uncertainty of his own, rethinks her hastiness and realizes just how GOOD they are for each other
-decides to play the long con instead
-gives them their space but still organizes little ways to nudge Marco or Tom into opening up to each other, especially about each other
-eventually BIG SCHOOL DANCE happens
-Marco tries and fails desperately to ask Jackie out
-Tom, even though they’ve still been intimate, is supportive of Marco going for it, trying to help him succeed with each new plan
-after all they’re just FRIENDS
-however, the Big Day looms nearer and Jackie ends up getting asked out by someone else, whom she says yes to
-Marco is crushed
-Star huffs about it, knowing the OBVIOUS answer to his problems, but doesn’t want to pressure him 
-so instead calls Tom
-convinces him no it won’t ruin ANYTHING if you just go with him, come on, you can go with friends to dances it’s better than him just moping around the house watching karate marathons and bingeing on Sad Marco Nachos
-but still makes him bring his boom box, for reasons Tom
-which is how Tom wound up in Marco’s living room, holding a boom box above his head, blasting Love Sentence’s “Girl, Don’t be Sad, Let’s go Stag” at top volume while a pajama-clad Marco drops all his nachos in shock and Star’s eyes grow way too dilated in excitement behind them
-so Tom and Marco go have a grand ball (get it) of a time and even when they run into Jackie and her date later in the evening, Marco surprisingly doesn’t… feel all too bad… about missing his chance with her
-because he realizes, while watching Tom hex the punch bowl to never quite fill any glass all the way to the top, laughing along when they spot someone’s frustration and catch each other’s eyes, maybe he took a much more important chance instead

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