A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to day 2 of #MitchWeek! Yes, this smutis completely inspired by that bathtub scene from the trailer. I came up with this idea and immediately told Nia about it to which she said and I quote “if you don’t write this, I will.” And so we decided to turn it into a collab! I hope you guys love how intense this is as much as we do. We really felt no need to hold back.
“I don’t need a babysitter.” Mitch snarled at Stan Hurley as the pair walked down the long hallway.
“If anyone needs a babysitter, it’s you.” Stan chuckled at his least favourite trainee’s expense.
I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.
But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)
Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.
Tracy McConnell and Robin Scherbatsky DESERVED BETTER.
I’m still fucken bitter about this.
Tracy was used for creating the children that Ted wanted for him, and then to go to Robin Scherbatsky (the ex-wife of one of your dearest friends), and just what “get back together”??
Was he in love with her the entire duration of his relationship/marriage with Tracy?
And Robin Scherbatsky, the woman who OVER AND OVER made it clear that she never loved Ted, in that way. THrough multiple seasons. To THEN just get together with the man that baggered her for quite some FUCKEN time.
1. I’m just getting off a graveyard shift in this video, so I’m pretty much just having a blast. The button up short sleeve and tank top were part of my uniform and I didn’t really change.
2. A LOT of my dialogue was cut. I wasn’t a focal point, to be fair, but I seriously said a ton of Drew Droege-esque borderline crazy shit. (If that’s not ringing any bells, go look up Chloe Sevingy on YouTube).
3. The crew was super nice, very fun. One of the guys I made out with, Jarryl, I knew beforehand. We’ve made some silly short videos together.
4. The lead actors and CIA guy are straight. Tragic.
5. My line about the break-up? Absolutely true. I was less than a month single at the time. Main reason I took the gig- I thought it would be great to get paid for making out with a lot of guys.
6. For being straight, Mike is a really passionate guy kisser.
It takes nothing from you to be compassionate and supportive to others. Also trust me, it is like glitter confetti, it will stick on the person for days and get passed on to others they come into contact with. It’s glorious.
Eurovision is right around the corner and I have a few reminders:
many people watching (and therefore voting) are being exposed to the songs and artists for the very first time. They have no personal attachment to the singers, they don’t know how fun they are in interviews or in their instagram posts. They vote based on what they see on the night (and maybe whatever little info they get from their commentator). This means that even though might be a a fun, chill guy offstage, if you come across as too serious and creepy on live tv, people won’t vote for you. This goes double for saturday night
Lower your expectations. Expect the worst.Almost Nothing is guaranteed. The bookies get things wrong. The online polls reflect the opinions of fans and not the general audience.I say this because I love you and I don’t want you to feel devastated in the case your favourites don’t make it from the semi-finals or finish horribly in the final
I wrote the above last year. I didn’t follow my own advice and I still mourn “hear them calling”. I know many of you feel the same. Let’s all try to do better this year
Wherever you are from, I promise you Europe doesn’t hate your country as much as you might believe, In fact, Europe in general probably doesn’t hate you at all. You might have actual conflicts with one or two of your neighbouring countries and that might have actual impact in the voting, idk, but people from other countries most probably don’t actively hate you. This goes double for the UK
And finally, and more importantly:
You’re invited. Whoever you are, wherever you are from, you are invited. Eurovision is a celebration of culture of all around Europe (+Australia) and it’s incredibly fun. Seriously, all kind of crazy shit happens. There are also incredibly talented artists who’ve worked really hard and are trying to represent their country as best as possible, so try to have a little respect for them. If your country doesn’t broadcast the show, there’s an official youtube livestream (that hopefully won’t be blocked for you) and there’s a few alternative livestream links circulating
Let’s all have a great time and celebrate diversity
Lukas’s heart falls for half a second before he sees Philip’s teasing grin. He scratches the back of his neck, trying to look cool.
“Yeah, well, it took, like, five seconds anyway.”
Philip arches a brow, gesturing at the picnic blanket and the stupid little plates and forks and checkered napkins Lukas so loving arranged. “Fine,” Lukas admits, refusing to meet Philip’s gaze. “It took a while.”
Philip shakes his head. “This is cute, you dumbass. I love it.”
"You do?“ Lukas knows he sounds stupid and hopeful and lovesick.
And then Philip is kissing him, smiling against his lips, and he tastes like happiness, sweet and strong. Lukas still feels stupid and lovesick, but that warm, unfamiliar feeling in his stomach rises up again, flooding through his whole body.
"Of course I do,” Philip murmurs.
His eyes are soft, and Lukas stares at the little mole underneath his bottom lip, wondering if it’s too early to make wedding plans.
Between mouthfuls of sandwich, Philip tells Lukas about his time in Idaho. “—that shit was crazy. I mean, seriously, this girl had five boyfriends in the same school, and she honestly thought none of them would find out. You should’ve seen the confrontation, I was choking on my laughter. I was crying."
And then he’s laughing, and Lukas is laughing, and their laughter carries across the lake, loud and joyous.
Lukas lets Philip spoon-feed him bites of ice cream as he lies in Philip’s lap. "This is so gay,” Lukas says. He can feel Philip tense, and he sits up, grinning. “I’m so gay."
Philip’s answering smile is magic.
Afterwards, they hold hands and walk back to the car. For the first time in a long time, Lukas feels content. He feels happy. "So I didn’t mess up our first proper date?” he asks. Philip squeezes his hand.
“It was perfect.”