someone else took it for me

dear... well, everyone,

today has not been a good day and here’s why:

i fucked up.

i did a really really stupid thing and this is my apology. i am sorry. i am sorry that i made a dumb meme and posted it on the internet. i am not a deh fan, if that wasn’t somewhat clear, and i am all for posting your opinions on the internet.

but when that opinion disregards someone else’s experiences, that’s when it crosses from an opinion into hate. i was hateful. and that wasn’t okay at all.

it shouldn’t have taken me all day to figure this out. i talked to friends for a while (and one of people who criticized my post, who was the most helpful and eye-opening person of all). they told me that i did nothing wrong and everything was going to be fine.

no, but i did do something wrong. im ashamed that i did it and im ashamed that it took this long for me to realize that. i blantently attacked the fanbase of dear evan hansen. this wasnt criticism of the show or anything, this was an attack of the fans and people.

i have diagnosed depression and anxiety. i understand now that just because evan and connor don’t match up to my mental illness, that they don’t help others. and i apologize profusely for that. you are valid (see i was going to say “you will be found” but i think that’s pushing it).

i grasped at straws at equally problematic musicals just to make the deh fanbase feel bad. i’m so sorry. that’s just a shitty thing to do.

unfortunately, i can’t reverse time (wouldn’t that be sick tho). i’m not even sure if i would, because i wouldn’t have a better understanding or respect for people different than me. i can’t personally apologize to a thousand people.

as for the hate, i deserved that. i deserved the anxiety attacks and awful words. i deserved to sit down and just read the tags. i hope that maybe now, i deserve it a little less. after i post this, i don’t know what else i can do to make the situation better. if you have any ideas, let me know please.

thank you for those who supported me and thank you for those who didn’t. thank you for those in between. thank you for teaching me. i hope that i don’t repeat these mistakes. if anything i do again is this problematic (which i sincerly don’t think will happen but just in case) let me know. personally. please.

feel free to reblog or block me or tag people or just ignore this or whatever you want to do. likely, most of the people i hurt won’t see this (they won’t look at my blog ever again or think about the other post). i hope you all do. if you ever need to or want to talk about anything (revolving the post/drama/discourse or your mental illneses or like dogs or i’m cool with talking about disney movies) my inbox is always open and so are my dms. 

sincerly,

me

anonymous asked:

I'm ridiculously afraid of needles and my physical is in two weeks- I'm horrified that I'm going to have to have blood drawn. Everyone tells me to relax but the last time I had it done I couldn't stay calm and it took them longer.

I have a bad bad needle phobia too, but I’ve had to get blood drawn a few times as well as an IV in the past few years. Unfortunately there is no trick. As someone who has panic attacks about needles… here is my experience. You just have to look the other way, close your eyes, think about something else (like a song or do math or something that makes you focus) and just breathe through it. It’ll be over before you know it and then you can get on with your day. I know that’s not what you wanna hear. But you just gotta attempt to stay calm and tell yourself it’ll be over soon.

(Also recently I had surgery but I had to get a needle somewhere else on my body and it was so painful and much much worse than in my arm. I was panicking the whole time lol but I made it through somehow)

anonymous asked:

My AP EURO class only had 7 people, so by the end of the year we had all become very good friends. I had a huge crush on one of the guys and asked him out after we took the exam. He turned me down, but come to find out I got a 5 while he got a 4!

aww its sad that u guys didn’t work out but wow 💓 I really admire ur courage for confessing bc thats a really amazing thing to do!!! its great that u didn’t let this get u down and focused on ur studies 💫 I AM SO PROUD OF U and I know you’ll find someone else who’ll see ur optimistic + smart side!

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I have a burning need for the fighting a squirrel AU.

“You hear it right?” Joyce asked fearfully as inhuman, staccato shrieks reverberated from her ceiling. 

Jim frowned as he eyed-up the drop door to Joyce’s attic.”How long has this been going on?”

She heaved a sigh and shrugged. “Since last night? I couldn’t sleep because of it. I was afraid it was something from… well, you know, but all I could hear were noises. Nothing else happened. I want someone to go up there with me, but not the boys. So I called you.”

Jim patted her on the shoulder. “You stay here.” He took his gun from its holster. “I’ll check it out.” He raised his other hand to pull the rope on the door. Joyce put a halting hand on his outstretched arm. 

“No. You can’t. Not alone. I’m coming too.” In her other hand was a kitchen knife. 

Jim groaned. “I’d rather not put you -”

“It’s my house.” There was a cold finality in her tone that Jim didn’t have to strength to argue with.

“I’ll go first,” he announced testily, putting the rope and bringing the ladder down. 

“Fine.”

Joyce watched as Jim climbed the ladder, the top half of him disappearing from her view. He paused on the middle rung and several things happened at once.

“Joycie, it’s just a couple of squirrels getting busy,” he guffawed. Joyce moved to the bottom of the ladder and attempted to peer up into the darkness.

“Are you su-”

Joyce was cut off by another bout high-pitched shrieking followed by Jim’s own alarmed cry and a gunshot as he came clattering down the ladder. Joyce narrowly avoided being the thing that cushioned his fall as she turned violently to one side. He landed flat on his ass, the gun flying out of his hand and landing at the end of the hall without discharging again. 

“Jim!” Joyce was at his side in an instance, hands flitting frantically about his chest and face, searching for damage.

“Fucking thing almost bit my face off!” he panted.

“Hi, I love that someone is writing about Fionn!! Could you do one where Fionn proposes and maybe he gets a little teared up before he ever gets down on one knee??”

“fionn imagine based on “hearts don’t break around here” by ed sheer an?”


“Y/N, you’ve made me feel wanted and loved and proud of myself. You make me feel safe when you hold me. I love the way you conquer your fears. You took my heart and wandered off with it. Theres no one else I’d ever want beside me. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. So,” he teared up. He put his hands on your waist and got down on one knee. Your hands flew to your mouth as you tears streamed down your face. “Will you marry me?”


This made me so happy inside ugh Fionny!!

last night i dreamed i bought arms and the second I walked out of the store someone robbed me and took it and I was so upset I didn’t know what else to do other than post this image but edit it to be about arms

transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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Eric Richard Bittle is Jewish

Tw: mentions of antisemitism

Ok, hear me out. I know there is a lot of evidence pointing to Bitty being a good Southern Christian Gay and like, that is completely plausible and if that’s your jam, great! But because I love projecting and rubbing my Jew-y hands on everything, here is a theory about Bitty being an extremely assimilatory southern Jew who only really gets in touch with his culture and Jewish identity once he gets to college in the North East.

So I did some research and while “phelps” (Bitty’s maternal family name) isn’t the dead ringer that “Birkholtz” or “Zimmermann” is, it still has a history of being a Jewish surname in the Anglo-Saxon region. So to me, Bitty is Jewish on his mom’s side, but his paternal family is very southern Christian and so, really that’s what he grew up with, because being Jewish in the south? Well… that’s a whole thing.

My mom grew up in Atlanta Georgia, and in her high school, she was the only Jewish person by a long shot. My grandfather taught at Emory and so they didn’t belong to a temple, and went to Hillel sometimes during the bug holidays, but for he most part she wasn’t involved in religious affairs because it wasn’t “normal”.

I think something along the same lines happened to Bitty. His Moomah always made Jewish food for their family, but only made Southern food for company. At Chanukah, they would put up a Christmas tree, but put a Jewish star as an ornament and call it a “Chanukah bush.”

Bitty had a friend in second grade named Timmy who came over for a play date one day, only to never come back because his mom saw their mezuzah on the front door and forbid them from hanging out again. “Timmy doesn’t need to be influenced by that kind”

After that, well, Bitty stops asking his mama to make kasha varnishkas for his lunch (someone once told him it looked like he was eating pasta with dirt in it) and he stops going to temple on rosh hashana, and he starts calling his Christmas tree a Christmas tree. When someone tells him he “doesn’t look Jewish” he knows it’s a compliment.

The Monday at school after the Closet Incident, there’s a swastika keyed into his locker.

Because it’s one thing being the gay kid in a small town, it’s a whole other thing to be gay AND Jewish. It’s like he’s had two strikes against him since he was born.

When he moves to Madison he begs his mom not to put up a mezuzah. He can’t understand why she starts crying, but she doesn’t put it up. It’s a fresh start.

The rest of middle school and high school, Bitty secularizes.

When one of his teammates in his coed team tells him he’s acting “like a Jew” when he asks her for money for the team shirts, Bitty bites his tongue so hard he draws blood.

When all the kids in his tenth grade English class throw pennies at Mr. Bloom during his lecture on Eli Wiesel, Bitty stays after and helps pick them up.

Fast forward to freshman year at Samwell, and Bitty is hanging around the haus just before Rosh Hashana.

Holster is talking to Ransom and Jack about putting something together for dinner, maybe picking up some matzo ball soup mix and some ruggies from a deli near by.

Bitty, who shuddered at the though of soup coming out of a box blurted out without thinking “you know, I could whip up some of my grandmas matzo ball soup? And maybe some kugel?”

All three of the other boys look at him with wide eyes.

“I didn’t know you were Jewish Bittle,” Jack quirked a brow in intrigue.

“Well,” Bitty said, face heating up, “I- I’m not JEWISH Jewish. My mom is Jewish. My Moomah is Jewish, but ME? I don’t know.”

Everyone else seemed perplexed by this statement, but Holster’s eyes lowered a bit.

Bitty took that to mean ‘I hate you why would you say that you should just leave’ and promptly scrambled out the door, a whirlwind of “sorry got to go’s”

Later that week, someone knocked on Bitty’s dorm door, and that someone was Adam Jacob Birkholtz, certified Nice Jewish Boy and hulking mass.

“Uh, can we talk?” Holster asked a bit sheepishly.

Bitty agreed and lead them into his room.

Holster sat on his tiny bed and asked, “what did you mean before? When you said your mom and grandma are Jewish but not you?” It was tentative, but Bitty could tell the question wasn’t an accusation.

“Well I mean, I don’t really celebrate anything anymore. For all intents and purposes my house was a secular house all throughout middle school and high school.”

“But bitty,” holster sighed, “just because your half Jewish doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish. And even if you aren’t practicing that doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish either. I had a friend in high school that was half Jewish and people at temple would make him feel unwelcome. You don’t have to worry about that here.”

“Oh um, thanks? But it’s not that. Look, I know I’m Jewish. People have been making that clear to me for my whole life.”

“What do you mean?” Holster asked.

Bitty then began to regale all of the things he’s experienced. All of the prejudice, the slurs, the pennies, the swastikas. All of the pain that came with being the Jew in the south.

Holster listened, “Bits, that’s really rough dude. And like, I get it, some things are too painful. But it’s not like that at Samwell. Sure there are assholes everywhere, and it’s not like there’s never any antisemitism but, if you haven’t noticed based on the hockey team already, you aren’t alone here! There’s a whole Jewish community that’s got your back.

"Listen, why don’t you come to Hillel with me for Rosh Hashana, we can make your Moomas soup together! And maybe even Jack will help and not complain. Just, I don’t want you to have to feel like that about yourself.”

Bitty begins to decline the invitation but then something stops him. He remembers being a little kid, dipping apple slices in honey and chasing his mama around the house with sticky fingers.

“Alright I’ll go.”

And he does.
And he loves it.

He starts going to Hillel with Holster after that, and sometimes Jack tags along, sometimes so does Shitty. And in his Sophomore year, Nursey comes along with, and then his junior year comes Tango.

He makes matzo ball soup by the barrel, and re-learns the prayers for the Shabbat candles.

But it’s in his freshman year that he goes home for Winter break and pulls out the old Star of David ornament and puts it on the tree.

He asks his mom if he could help light the Chanukah candles and she looks shocked at first, but then she smiles and says “of course sweetheart.”

Later he hands her a present. It’s a long and thin box wrapped in silver paper with a little blue bow on top.

She takes it from his hand carefully, like its a shard of glass or something.

She opens it and It’s a silver mezuzah cover.

It’s a fresh start.

The player on center ice

A Check Please Soulmate AU


Yes, another one. This is a one-shot.

Warnings: time-travel. Don’t try to make sense of it, it’s just fluff.


Sometimes, your soulmate came back in time to give you a pep-talk. Not that you remembered who they were and what they said, but the feelings remained. 

This story is set during Bitty’s first year. 



Eric was about to quit hockey. He would quit hockey, then quit Samwell altogether, and go back to Georgia his tail between his legs and prove right every single person that said he wasn’t strong enough for such a manly sport.

Jack had chewed him out again- in front of everyone.


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Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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Writing Prompts

Send me a number and any specific details you might like to see included.

1. Can you just back off?
2. I’m right here, okay? You’re all right.
3. Lock the door.
4. Keep it up and see what happens.
5. Don’t touch me right now.
6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.
7. Baby, just breathe.
8. This is a terrible idea.
9. For fuck’s sake, just shut up.
10. It’s too early for this.
11. If you keep squeezing that hard, you’ll break my hand.
12. I’m just stressed.
13. What did you break?
14. It’s four A.M.
15. I don’t need you anymore.
16. What an interesting conclusion.
17. And now you’re naked. Okay.
18. What are you wearing?
19. You’re overreacting.
20. I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color.
21. And you thought I’d be okay with that?
22. You can’t keep doing this.
23. I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am.
24. Why do you smell like smoke?
25. Why do you smell like a walking liquor bar?
26. Why do you smell like perfume?
27. Is there someone else? Don’t lie.
28. You took advantage of me.
29. If you think you’re getting out of this that easily, you’re sadly mistaken.
30. You put us both in danger.
31. I don’t understand you.
32. You’re just asking for it.
33. I could just choke you right now.
34. You are everything to me.
35. This is gonna hurt.
36. I don’t deserve this.
37. You can’t just fix everything with a kiss. This isn’t a booboo.
38. Can you slow down?
39. It feels deeper this way.
40. Did you just stick your fingers in my mouth?
41. Your family is in the other room!
42. I’m begging you.
43. Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over.
44. Where is all of my underwear?
45. I almost died.
46. This isn’t just one of your little jokes.
47. What did you do to your hair?
48. You’re scaring me.
49. I think I drank too much.
50. Well, this was unexpected.
51. It’s too late for that.
52. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
53. It’s your birthday. It is your birthday, right?
54. You’re just gonna leave me here?
55. That’s mine. You’re not taking it.
56. You made that more sexual than it should have been.
57. I’m not just gonna wait around for you.
58. That’s my only clean shirt.
59. Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.
60. I feel like I might be sick.
61. I can’t believe you would do this.
62. Don’t underestimate me. I’m a seasoned pro.
63. Your mom says differently.
64. Did you steal this?
65. I thought I lost you.
66. I think you need a shower.
67. Call an ambulance.
68. I can’t talk about this anymore.
69. Can you put your mouth here?
70. You taste like toothpaste.
71. A little manky-panky.
72. I’m going to absolutely wreck you.
73. Don’t ever say that again.
74. I don’t really care what you think.
75. I can’t do that.
76. This is a train wreck.
77. Do you need some tissues?
78. You can fuck right off.
79. You’re still gonna go, aren’t you?
80. I cannot believe you forgot. This was important to me.
81. If you buy that, I’m leaving you.
82. Can we just start fresh?
83. Don’t forget the condoms!
84. I feel like I’ve been split in two.
85. I’ve never felt anything like that.
86. You’re driving me mad.
87. This is completely different.
88. Can you believe the moon tonight?
89. Wait, why are you crying?
90. You’re making this hard for me.
91. I hope you rot in hell.
92. I think you’re an angel.
93. Do this for me and I’ll do anything you want.
94. I’m gonna take good care of you.
95. Let’s see what you’ve got.
96. I went easy on you.
97. I’m getting better, right?
98. Read my fucking lips.
99. You make me happy.
100. I can feel your heart beating.

Eat that - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: Y/N meets the Spider-Man one night when he saves her life. Her friends don’t believe her story until certain spider comes to her rescue.

Featuring: Flash, Ned, Liz {kinda}.

Word count: 1250.


Y/N slapped herself mentally for allowing her mind to lose track of time and having to walk the dangerous streets of New York by herself late at night to get home. Walking as fast as she could, but not too fast to avoid looking suspicious, she turned into one street, finally three blocks away from her destiny. She felt relieved when she catched a glimpse of the tree from her house. She had made it safely, or so she thought.

“Night, kid.” A voice called seductively at her, sounding unknown and intimidating to her as a guy with a black hat on his head and a bandana tied over his nose, covering half down his face paced quickly to reach to her. Y/N’s eyes widened and she started running, but was soon caught by the man, who threatened her with a knife. “Just be quiet and you’ll make it out of this alive.” He promised, though it didn’t sound too real. Y/N fidgeted and squirmed, trying to free herself from his firm grasp, to take his hand away from her mouth and scream for help.

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Peter’s chin was on his arms, he just got detention and so did you. You were in the corner with some friends while Peter was sitting in his seat, quiet as a mouse. He turned his head to look over at you, he stared at you as you laughed at a joke that your friend just made. He found you extremely attractive but never had the courage to ever talk to you. As you spoke, one of your friends zoned out and caught Peter staring over at you.

‘‘Hey, whatcha starin at punk?’‘ he shouts, catching your attention.

Peter didn’t hear his comment and continued to stare at you. The guy repeated his line.

‘‘You! Blue sweater! Whatcha starin at?!’‘ he shouts, louder than before.

Peter snapped into reality and heard what he said. He turned and looked around, hoping someone else was wearing a blue sweater and not just him. Sadly, he was the only one. He turns back to the guy who had an angry face on. Peter pointed at himself and gave him a confused look.

‘‘A-Are you talking to me?’‘ he stammers, obviously super nervous.

‘‘Yes! Jeez.. You’re such an idiot.’‘ he rolls his eyes.

‘‘Hey man!’‘ you shout, whacking him in the chest. ‘‘Not cool bro.’‘ you shake your head.

‘‘Sorry Y/N.’‘ he frowns.

You look over at Peter who took his words personally. Peter dug his head into his arms making you sad. You scold the guy who yelled at Peter and than left the group. You went over to the empty desk next to Peter and sat down. He didn’t acknowledge that you sat there. 

You tapped him on the shoulder, making him look up. When he made eye contact with you, he turned completely red.

‘‘Hey Y/N.’‘ he blushes, tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously.

‘‘What’s up Peter.’‘ you smirk.

‘’So.. How’d you get in detention?’‘ he asks, putting his hand on his cheek.

‘‘It’s a long story,’‘ you grin, kicking back and putting your feet on your desk.

‘‘I’m not going anywhere.’‘ peter shrugs, smiling.

‘‘Well in that case,’‘ you take your feet down from the desk and turn towards him.

‘‘It all started this morning in class…’‘

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^


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anonymous asked:

hello friend I have had a pretty bad day do you think you can hmu with some fluffy whizzer/marvin headcanons??

awww i’m sorry friend!! i hope you have a much better day tomorrow!! these are for you, lovely<3

  • whizzer practically melts when marvin strokes his hair or scratches the nape of his neck (canon) but the moment anyone else touches whizzer’s hair, neck or face attack mode is Activated
  • whizzer also likes it when marvin traces patterns on his arms and hands when he’s tired. he watches him because the movements are just mesmerising and it’s so relaxing
  • whizzer didn’t like to hold hands before marvin (or more like he didn’t really consider it – was more of a one night stand than a relationship guy) but marvin just loves holding hands so much and whizzer loves to see him happy. whizzer quickly grows to love it and they’re practically always grabbing at each other in public.
  • marvin is the one who will insist he’s not hungry but then whizzer will buy an ice cream or something and marvin will tell him he should share because it’s only polite.
  • whizzer even offers to go buy another ice cream for him but he’s “not that hungry, god whizzer
  • whizzer practically lives in the crook of marvin’s neck. in bed? cuddling? watching a movie? literal magnetic attraction. even when whizzer’s asleep he moves just so he can stay in place. also this is an obvious advantage when it comes to neck kisses.
  • they go to art galleries together and point at the “ugly” paintings and say “that’s you”
  • marvin: i love yoooou
    whizzer: *snorts* gay
  • they both agree that 80s pop is the most superior pop to ever exist. i’m talking duran duran’s rio and david bowie’s let’s dance. i want you to imagine them in their kitchen at 2am dancing.
  • whizzer: *wiggling and stalking over to marvin as toto’s africa plays*
    marvin, laughing and covering his mouth: you’re- *wheeze* ridicULOUS
    whizzer: but you love me?
    marvin, teasing: let’s not go that far
  • marvin & whizzer: *losing their shit to madness’s baggy trousers in the car*
    jason, mortified: DAD, PLEASE DRIVE
  • whizzer meticulously takes care of his nails and nails are one of the first things he notices when he meets marvin.
  • marvin: well, hey there
    whizzer: god, your nails are awful. ever heard of pushing back your cuticles??
    marvin: i- what…?
  • i’m heading into modern au territory but they’re the couple that insists on clapping along to the Friend’s theme tune no matter what. you’re holding something? tough shit, not anymore!
  • marvin’s a really nice, deep but soft singer and it’s one of whizzer’s favourite things. they could be snuggling together as marvin nuzzles whizzer’s hair and whizzer will request that he sing “their song” – which changes every month btw – and marvin will happily oblige. 
  • i imagine love will tear us apart by joy division is unofficially “their song”.
  • they’re both dad dancers i don’t make the rules. they’re terrible and embarrassing but they’re loved.
  • whizzer loves to gush about the latest fashion trends or photography and marvin is always so eager to listen. whizzer also listens emphatically as marvin tells him about his day.
  • they’re both outrageously competitive. they make bets over the most mundane things.
  • marvin: i bet you can’t scale that wall
    whizzer, already climbing: you bet, my ass
  • one of them gets sick, then both of them gets sick so they are both whiney and unwell in bed together. 
  • they try to get each other to do things with excuses like “but you’re taller!!” “THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, MARVIN”. 
  • charlotte and cordelia save them from their bed illness cacoon with food and medicine, don’t worry.
  • whizzer has the World’s Ugliest Laugh (snorts and gasps and all) but to marvin it’s the most beautiful thing. goes out of his way to make dumb jokes and tickle whizzer just to hear it.