theatrekidbojack  asked:

heidi hansen for the headcanon thing?

1: sexuality headcanon

I think she’s heterosexual. (I support people who headcanon her as bi, though!)

2: otp


3: brotp

I think I could see Heidi and Cynthia being friends. They don’t really react other than one rather explosive encounter, but I definitely think they could’ve been friends!

4: notp

Heidi/Her Ex-Husband

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She wanted to be a musician when she was younger but her parents told her that it wasn’t a practical way to make money. She tries to encourage Evan into following a creative passion (writing, in his case) to give him the freedom of self-expression that she was never given.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

She wants everything to be good so much. I think we can all relate to that.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I guess…Second hand embarrassment…? How much she tries to be a Cool Mom™. I don’t blame her for wanting to be one, though. (There’s also a lot of things she does that I don’t necessarily enjoy, but that I understand why she did–i.e. her treatment of the Murphys and of Evan before/during “Good For You”) 

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

She does make a few mistakes, but she’s definitely still a cinnamony cinnamon roll.

anonymous asked:

jared n evan get drunk together and evan actually has a p high tolerance but jared just. has 1 alcohol and is crying about how much evan knows about trees. he knows sO MuCh tREeS aRE beAuTIfuL. evan tries to tell him mundane tree facts to calm him down but jared just sobs harder

evan is a really giggly drunk it’s really cute and jared gets really emotional

#courfeyrask #alcohol

anonymous asked:

Jared Kleinman (hopefully you haven't done him yet whoops)

thank u for the kleinmeme <33

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang [i consider him more cute than hot but thats just me???]
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff [i literally dont know man]
best quality: uh can i say that he tried to call evan out on his shit and i love him for it???
worst quality: i guess he can some off as a bit of asshole, so…?
ship them with: evan. also connor. like, ot3, man.
brotp them with: zoe!!! 
needs to stay away from: hhh i cant think of anyone tbh
misc. thoughts: a cute meme. i love him. i will protecc. still have no idea for hogwarts house. im bad at this.

Evan Hanson, Mom, and my Camera

Plot: Connor Murphy gets a camera for his 18th birthday.

Ships: Evan Hanson x Connor Murphy (platonic)

Warning: suicide attempt, mentions of cutting/ self harm, cursing, drug mentions, and Evan dorkily rambling about trees

A/N: ok so I’m a train to New York and I wanted to write something where Connor is happy™ my son deserves happiness, but like, i do ship Connor and Evan but I wanted them just to be friends because not all Connor fics have to have romance in them. Like you can live a mentally stable and happy life with dating someone, so

also: this is my first Connor fic!! Sorry if it’s ooc for Connor!!!!!!!! :) (and maybe a bit ooc for Evan I tried) also plz leave me some feedback!!!

Connor Murphy was not happy. Truly, he couldn’t control his anger at all. He had to wear long sleeves to cover up his ugly scars, the ones he will always regret the day after after. That was, until his mother walked into his room and placed a box on his bed. Wrapped in black wrapping paper, a silver bow on top.
“Happy 18th birthday, Connor.” Is all she said before leave the mess of his room and closing the door.
Connor was sitting on his bed, looking at his phone, doing whatever an angsty newly 18 year old boy does. He had been waiting for this day for forever, the day he was finally an adult and could legally leave his house. But he was so comfortable on his memory foam mattress he couldn’t will himself to move. So he silently turned his phone off, sitting up, legs crossed as he slowly moved the box towards him like it would contain something that would kill him. Good, he thought. His family hated him maybe they had decided that it was time to kill him off. He gently placed the box on his lap, noting how his nails matched the color of the box. God, he loved painting his nails. The only thing that calmed him down other then smoking. He also made a mental note on how his mom bought black wrapping paper for him. Something so little meant the world to him, giving him a foreign warm feeling in his chest. He let a small smile crack in the safety of his own room. The moment was then ruined by his mind, it concocting the worst possible outcomes for what’s in the box. A gun. A paper telling his how worthless he is. Then kicking him out of the house. Another baseball glove. The list went on. He then cleared his mind, slowly taking the bow off of the box placing it on his bedside table with old bags of chips. Then slowly, carefully he unwrapped the box. And inside contained a camera. His brows furrowed at he flipping the box around. A camera? He scoffed, shoving it onto his bedside table. They want him to take photos of them probably. And how happy the family is without him.

Weeks passed until he touched the camera again. He sat on the same bed, but this time with his jacket off a few bandaids on his wrists. His nail polish more chipped then before. The plastic around the box was gone, and he slowly inserted the chip into the camera. Blinking, the ‘canon’ symbol turned on a bright color. He glances around quickly, and then pulling his black jacket on along with his bag now containing the camera and slipped out into the night.

This became a regular thing for Connor, going out at night and taking photos. There was something calming about sneaking off and going into private property or abandoned areas and taking photos of them. Other times he would sit on his roof and take photos of the smoke coming out of his joint. Something about how he can capture what the eye sees was calming, stable, for him. But, god no, he would never admit it. That he actually enjoyed it. That he was actually grateful to his mother for giving him something. He started carrying the camera around in his over the shoulder bag everywhere. He would never take it out, not until the school bell signaled the end of school. There was only one person who knew of his camera. Evan Hanson. He was in a park of some sort, snapping a photo of a tree when he heard a stumbling voice behind him explaining what kind of tree that it was as Connor turned around. Evans life flashed before his eyes. He didn’t realize it was Connor, he thought it was some random person who needed to be informed of the amazingness of trees.

“Tell anyone about this, Hanson, and your fucking dead.” He mutters, turning back, and walking over to another tree to take another photo.

The lighting in the park was a m a z i n g. Evan couldn’t hold himself back from rambling about the type of tree was that Connor was taking a photo. He just listened, shifting onto another tree as Evan continued to ramble. By the end of it he was fighting off a smile on his face.
This then become something regular, consecutive thing for Connor. At the end of the day he could grab Evan from whatever he was doing and silently drag him to his car and drive around until stopping somewhere random and taking photos. If it was outside Evan would find a place to sit- or lay down- and just talk while Connor took a thousands of photos (one time Evan fell asleep and Connor just had to take photos of him- I mean how does someone manage to look that adorable while asleep?!) It was calming for the both of them, Evan just got to talk, and Connor got to take photos.
As senior year approached the boys, summer hit them like a wave. Connor couldn’t drag Evan out anymore. That was until Evan showed up at Connors house and shoved a paper in his hands. A plane ticket. His gaze flicked to the plane ticket to Evan and then back at the ticket.

“… you mentioned you had always wanted to take photos other then ones at c-creepy places, or f-forests, so… we are going to Florid-”
Connor shoved the stumbling and red faced boy into his arms tightly.
“Thank you,” he said softly, quietly, clutching the tickets in his hand.
The plane ride was silent on Connors side, while Evan started crying. They got to there hotel and Connor was like a bouncy little girl at Disney land. He pulled out his camera and smiled widely, grabbing Evan and dragging him down to the beach taking so many photos. As the trip came to an end he wasn’t sad, no he was happy. He had a friend, he had found Evan, and he had purpose- photography.

Senior year rolled around and his depression hit him harder then ever. Connor slowly grew out of taking photos though. He grew into his bad habits, smoking, starting fights. Evan had broken his arm, and Connor had yet to sign his cast. He was terrified that Evan hated him, they hadn’t talked since there trip to Florida. He walked down the halls every day growing more tired of his life, each day planning a new way to die until one day he tried to kill himself. He drowned pills, sitting in a bathtub waiting for himself to drown. His camera beside him, as well as his phone. Seconds after he panicked. Evan was racing through his mind, he was terrified. Connor Murphy was scared to die. So he called Evan. He told Evan everything, his life, his depression; what he was dealing with and what he just done. He then hung up and called 911. They came right as the pills kicked in. He survived, and when he woke up Evan was right there next to him, camera in hand. And Connor smiled wider then he had ever in his life. He was alive. His mom then ran into the room tears rushing down her face as she grabbed his face. Before she could say anything he whispered out a weak, “thank you. I love you.” Which made Cynthia Murphy cry even harder then before grabbing her only son and hugging him so tightly. And everything was right again. Connor Murphy had Evan Hanson, his mom, and his camera.


Proof from the script that Jared Kleinman isn’t just some overconfident, two-dimensional character who gets joy from teasing Evan. He’s dealing with problems of his own, but unlike Evan, he tries to hide them under a false bravado, which comes crashing down when he feels like Evan has betrayed him. I love that the script makes this more clear. 

Y'all are literally so fucking annoying. Y'all are so quick to “cancel” a tide-turning movie (BLACK PANTHER, Wonder Woman, Power Rangers, etc) because of ONE thing. Like Trini, A KID, doesn’t confirm her sexuality to people she kinda sorta know in the first movie and suddenly it’s not worth seeing even though the cast is easily one of the most diverse cast in years. Marvel doesn’t include a lesbian relationship in black panther (which YES it is still very important) And y'all are just like “well it’s just not worth seeing anymore!” Y'all got a (valid) problem with Gal and suddenly it’s imperative to you to tell EVERYONE to not go see it because of it.

These movies are literally make it or break it for MANY REASONS: black panther is directed by black people, casted black people, for black people. Wonder Woman is the FIRST woman-led and woman-directed superhero movie. Power Rangers has one of the most diverse casts to date. Suddenly they’re SO BAD but y'all still go see fucking dr strange that WHITEWASHES ASIAN CHARACTERS and cheer on the prosecution of a woman for a white men crackship without batting an eye. Hollywood WANTS these movies to fail, so when they flop they can just be like “well we tried, back to Chris Evans starring in another Cap movie!!!!”

I get y'all are racists and your talk of “feminism and diversity” is all a front for this hellsite but DON’T ruin this for us. I’m tired of superheroes being whitewashed and male-driven and like 95% white. These movies have issues. But we can’t get anywhere without the movie doing good in theaters to begin with.


So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.


Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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anonymous asked:

Ok but which of the DEH kids would say vore instead of eat

jared convinces evan it’s the new cool way to say eat

evan tries it out on the murphy family one night while invited over for dinner. Connor and zoe choke on their meals and evan Hates Jared

(Jared uses it all the time after that just to piss evan off lmao)