yeah i already posted the second one but this one's bigger

Title: kick with the fray
Rating: T
Word Count: 1638 words
Summary: Phil will laugh about this later. Maybe. Probably. (Not.)
Notes: Written for @nihilist-toothpaste​​​​​​, who requested jealous!Phil, for my thirty minute fics for charity fundraiser to benefit Puerto Rico. 

[read on AO3]

Phil’s shin hurts from banging into the costuming booth and his pride hurts from the sharp voiced words the woman manning it through at him and his dignity hurts from Dan and Anthony both laughing at him.

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That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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bad at love - part three

pairings : reddie

words : 1.3K

warnings : none

ok but bc part two did so well i decided to treat ya'll  and post part three super early! bad news tho this is the second last part of the series, I hope you all like it!!

Eddie’s shoulders were tense under Richie’s hold. He could feel the breath from the taller boy fall upon his cheek, and the dark curls he loved so much melding itself with his own dark hair. Eddie could feel the heat rise on his cheeks, gladly appreciating Richie covering half his face with his bushy hair.

“Back already?” Mike questioned. Richie snorted before sliding down beside Eddie, throwing himself on top of Eddie’s lap, his legs tangled with Eddie’s own.

“Well, long story short.” He puts his arm against the back of the chair. “I’m a free man.” He showered the group of misfit teens with a blinding grin.

“But you guys were so happy.” Eddie says glancing back at Richie. The position the boys ended up sitting in was nothing new to the either of them. Richie draped across Eddie’s lap, Eddie’s arm wrapped around the Richie’s waist. This is how it had always been. “I saw you earlier, after school. You guys were acting like perfectly happy couple.”

“Well, Ed. Funny thing, it’s not that hard to fake happy.” He gripped Eddie’s shoulder with his right hand. “Now, you and me though, I could work with that.” He winked at Eddie, smirking slightly at the smaller boys flushed cheeks. “No, faker needed.” He starred for a bit, maybe a little bit too long. Eddie was beautiful. This was nothing new to Richie, he had harboured a crush on the boy all through most of their childhood. From the lack of any present and reliable parental figure, Eddie was one of the only constant Richie had in his life growing up. Despite the Loser’s being there most of the time as well, Eddie had always been Richie’s favourite. The former friendship had only begun due to the relatively easy flow between the two. They would bicker back and forth but knew when to draw the line. Richie admired the fact that Eddie could bounce back from whatever insult he through at him, he challenged the boy to think and come up with bigger and better content for future conversations.

Richie in simple words loved Eddie. He loved him with his entire being. From head to toe. Richie would do anything for this boy just to see his bright smile. Whether that was taking on a murderous shapeshifting clown or sneaking into his bedroom window at three am, to bring him a hot chocolate when he was feeling down. Nothing was too much. Most of Richie’s waking thoughts were spent hoping that Eddie was safe and having a good day, missing him when he wasn’t there and wondering when he was going to be back. And If that isn’t love, well Richie didn’t know what was.

An extensive ‘Um,’ was drawn out by one of the remaining four Loser’s sitting at the table. Too wrapped up in his own thoughts Richie hadn’t yet noticed the departure of Ben, Mike and Bev all claiming they were going to get a head start on playing Streetfighter. Ben exclaiming that he needs all the practice he can get if he wants to beat Richie anytime soon. “So, Bill and I are going to go play some pinball, we’ll see you both later yeah?” Waiting for no response Stan dragged Bill off toward the pinball machines. Face flustered at the tension which had settled in-between the two boys in question.

Eddie shifted his position to face Richie more directly, pulling at Richie’s waist to turn his body with his own. Richie tightened his grip around the boy’s neck hopefully making the situation a little easier. Richie always commended the boy at his ability to hold his weight so easily considering the dramatic size difference. The boy had yet to make any eye contact with Richie, he starred down into his lap and played with his fingers. He mumbles something under his breath which Richie had no hope in hearing. “Sorry Eds, couldn’t quiet hear you.” Richie teased the poor boy. Eddie took in deep breathe before clearing his throat. He glanced up into Richie’s warm honey eyes.

“You, uh – you said earlier you were in love with someone else?” Swallowing down all the courage Eddie possessed to confront Richie, he flickered his eyes to behind Richie’s face where all five losers are standing. They all give a reassuring nod to Eddie. He took in a deep breathe knowing this wasn’t to end the way they all were hoping. “Why did you never tell me who it was?”

Gasping loudly, Richie’s mouth opened wide as he stared at Eddie with a hand clenched to the shirt covering his heart. “My boy, I thought you already knew.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, still awaiting his answer. “Your Mom Ed’s. I’m in love with your Mother. Mrs.K. You better get used to having another Da- “Richie was cut short by Eddie throwing him off his lap. He landed hard on the ground with an ‘oof’ Richie sat in shock, he looked at the boy with a smirk playing on his lips. Eddie’s face remained void of any emotion as he stood over him and walked away.

 “Eddie!” Richie shouted as he watched his figure faded into the overly crowd arcade.

All five losers had watched the scene play out. From Eddie pushing Richie onto the ground, to the part where the boy wiped away the tears leaking from his eyes as he walked past them, slamming the door shut. They all glanced over to Richie, mouths wide open as he starred at the door with confusion on his face. “W-what the fuck Rich!” Bill voice boomed across the room. Richie stood form the floor and headed toward his friends.

 “All you had to do was not be a dick, for once in your life.” Bev piped up, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at him.

“What did I do?”

Stan scoffed from behind Bill, “I told you it wouldn’t work. Richie is too- he’s too Richie Tozier.” Stan said with a wave of his arms as he gestured up and down Richie’s body. “Now poor Eddie’s all heartbroken and shit.”

“Did you listen to anything he had to say?” Mike raised his eyebrows at Richie waiting for a reply. Richie was slightly speechless as he looked among his friends.

“He hadn’t said anything!” Stan scoffed in response.

“Ah, so you didn’t even let him say anything before you were a dick!” Richie squinted his eyes at Stan, slightly insulted.

“He asked me who I was in love with, I said his Mom.” Ben groaned and if Bev could face palm Riche right now she would.

“G-go talk to him.” Bill said awfully loud if they hadn’t already attracted most of the arcades attention by now, they just did. Stan stepped in-between Bill and Mike to come face to face with Richie. Being the only two in the group who rivalled in height. Stan’s facial expression was extremely aggressive, if Richie were to say the least.

“I don’t have any clue as to why, but he’s in love with you, you fuckface! Now go see him before he changes his goddamn mind!” Richie’s eyes widen, flickering back and forth as he processes the information. A quick ‘shit’ was whispered from under his breath as he ran toward the door. Bumping into children and tripping every few feet. The Loser’s yet again stood back and watched the gangly limbed boy child make his way to the one and only person who will ever be able to stand him. With a shake of his head Stan headed back to the table, “He better not fuck it up again.”


A/N Hey my dudes, hope you liked this part! I’m super excited for thr next one tbh.  If you have any feed back much would be appreciated! I hope you are all having a nice day! x

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Janeli and Megan

It’s snowing which is how she knows her lover is lying to her. Janeli is the only one who sees the flakes falling from the coffee shop ceiling, the only one who feels the bite of their chill on her skin, the only one who can see the way they fade away to nothing just a moment before they hit the ground.

She wraps the scarf around her neck more tightly, lets the hand-knitted wool turn her skin red, and taps her nails on the table.

Megan looks back at her with soft eyes, hands wrapped loosely around her tea (non-caffeinated). She looks like she’s telling the truth, calm and collected as she always is, but she’s not.

Janeli realizes that Megan doesn’t know that lie detecting is one of her skills. She can’t imagine how she doesn’t know–unless she thinks she’s doing something to stop Janeli from telling. She sniffs the air and smells magic–ozone and licorice, not her scent. She feels a curl of jealousy, of something dark and possessive, of something not human stirring in her DNA. Megan had gone to someone else for a glamor. Someone else had laid magic on her. Megan is hers in the only way a lover can belong to you. Intimately. Without restrictions or bars or–

Lies.

“You don’t love me anymore,” Janeli repeats. Her voice is flat.

Megan meets her eyes evenly, body still loose. “I don’t.”

The snow begins to fall faster, small flecks of white swirling around them.

Janeli leans back and crosses her arms over her chest. The words hurt, of course they do, but they’re a lie. Why? “So you want to break up.”

“I do,” Megan says. Her eyes flick to the right, over Janeli’s shoulder, and then back again. As if she’d wanted to scan the room, but couldn’t. As if she was still hiding things from Janeli. “It’s what’s best for us.”

And the snow blinks out of existence.

Best? Janeli thinks with disbelief. She hides the curl of her lip in her coffee cup and very carefully keeps her baser nature locked down inside. How could she believe it’s best?

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Imagine you and Bill letting it slip you are pregnant with twins during an interview.

“Well uh first I need- I need to give you a great congratulations on, on the wedding! Although-” Jimmy chuckled as you and Bill laughed “Although that was like six months ago! But- but it’s never too late, guys!”

You giggled “No, it’s never too late Jimmy. And thank you very much!”

“Well, you- you didn’t invite me, what am I supposed to do? This is the first time after your wedding that I see you in person, that’s all.” he shrugged and Bill shook his head.

“No, no it’s fine. We’ve been pretty busy ourselves, what with the new movie, what with family issues and everything else.” your husband said with a small shrug and Jimmy nodded his head.”

“Yes, your movie! The fans are quite excited to say the very least about it! It’s your first time collaborating, am I right? He asked and you nodded your head.

“Uh yes, it’s quite a surprise considering we’ve known each other for so long and- and we’ve been dating for just as much and you know-” Bill cleared his throat, glancing at you “We’ve- we’ve always wanted to be in a movie together. It was always like- like a dream, for me at least.” he chuckled and you grinned, squeezing his hand.

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12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

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Little Prince (pt.5)

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Scenario: You’re new to Hemlock Grove, and you catch the attention of Roman Godfrey

WARNING: none:)

Word Count: 1.1k

sorry ahead of time for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Originally posted by mlle02love

A bell clanged and the horses sped off, starting the race. The two animals were neck and neck, both straining to pass the other. A hand slipped and one of the horses gained the advantage, riding it out until it reached the finish line victorious.

“Yes!” you shouted as you jumped up and threw your hands into the air.

Roman dropped his water gun and pouted like a little kid. “These games are rigged, y’know.”

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anonymous asked:

i love jack a lot but i don't get everyone's excitement about dean eventually adopting him. like why would you want to force him into another parental role with a kid with unstable powers JUST when he's escaping his role with sam? i'm not accusing you or anything i'm just really really frustrated at fandom's mentality

Yeah, there’s some good posts around discussing the various metaphorical and direct representations of the bad family dynamics going on here. I think it’s possible to enjoy and dislike the same thing from different angles. I LOVE Jack choosing Cas as his father and setting his personal compass by Cas. It’s perfect. But for Cas’s sake I’m genuinely skeeved out by it because of the way Jack(’s powers) latched onto him from the womb and that it is basically what I figured all along - that Jack himself is an innocent sweetie pie because he has a soul and he is therefore gifted free will and a blank slate to be what he wants and is at the very least not inherently evil… 

But his powers still did something because of his increased awareness and powers in the womb that I don’t like, which is… convincing… Cas to be his guardian. Cas being forced into the dynamic is one of the metaphorical parallels to the brothers’ issues which I’ve enjoyed the meta about, because of course Cas can still love Jack and all and have meant it because I don’t think he wasn’t acting from the heart in 12x23 because have you met Cas, that was a classic example of his heart on display. And I’m actually hoping they do have a sweet dynamic when Cas gets back. But I still don’t like HOW it happened, in the exact same way I really dig sweet moments between Sam and Dean which don’t have the complicated baggage, but I can still be uncomfortable about romanticising other parts of their relationship, and critical of how Dean was forced to parent Sam… 

So yeah. Anyway, I think the thing with Dean and Jack is that it’s the goal - Sam already likes Jack and wants to give him a chance. Cas has his connection to him already and it’s unlikely he’ll hate Jack on his return :P Dean is not wrong to be upset and critical based on the information he has like @k-vichan‘s post I just recently reblogged was explaining (Sam hasn’t even told him on camera that Jack said that Cas is his father which means until we get past the point of disbelief that he hasn’t said it off-camera that’s still something we might find out later from Dean’s POV to affect how he feels about him. Although I’m usually careful not to get over-attached to what hasn’t been said on camera in case the writers start assuming it’s obvious they shared it and leave an emotional gap… But this is such a big thing it might HAVE to be said on screen or else be a gap.)

Like… Obviously the emotional hook for “coming to like Jack” is something that falls on Dean to have while the others are already seeming to be clear on it. He’s the obstacle - the thing standing between Jack and a happy families thing (so it might be a long haul or Dean is just starting to warm up when things go bad either with Cas’s return or something that happens with Jack for what will be a frankly bizarre season if they don’t tease him ~going dark~ to test him at some point). It’s like a will they won’t they on Dean liking Jack :P 

And I think that in this case it’s not forcing anything on Dean when he comes to NATURALLY adopt random youngins and other hapless friends (like Garth, tbh :P) but that he has to want to do it and it is something he does instinctively because he’s a nurturer and has a caring soul. Maybe because of the Sam stuff but it’s not weird when he does it to, like, Krissy or something. It’s one of his softer traits but in this case it has mytharc relevance, since Jack is, WE can tell, really sweet, but Dean is in no position to see him for what he is, which may compromise them looking after him, and even if Jack is sweet and squishy right now, he has cosmic powers and intentionally or not he’s going to be dangerous on a huge level even if it’s just for drawing attention. I think Dean coming to like him will play a big part in reconciling this whole situation just because he’s the one who instinctively doesn’t like Jack already. And that’s something where he’s messed up with grief and hasn’t seen anything to convince him Jack isn’t a problem, so it’s set up to be a bigger struggle for him.

And that probably also plays into Dean as the emotional centre of the show - that Sam is usually dealing with the plot stuff head on, while Dean is the filter we struggle with it through. I think Dean not trusting Jack is another way of drawing out uncertainty and tension about Jack in the narrative. Is Sam wrong to trust him? Is there still something hinky between Jack and Cas? Will Jack turn bad? Even if it’s seeming quite clear that Jack is not as bad as Dean thinks by far, and Sam’s made the right call here, to go with his confidence in leadership and standing up for himself arc, playing the reconciliation to Jack’s presence in their lives through Dean is giving us (or, well, the surface level read of the show, which I pay as much attention to as I can out of curiosity as a writer about stringing appearances and cheap drama out of more complex stories and I watch the episodes from the POV of “what is the show trying to tell us” before “what can I read into this”) a more drawn out exploration of who and what Jack is and the conclusion on what his character can be. 

And I think that means Dean will be challenging Jack too, and always probably be more on the side of checking if he really is what he seems or second-guessing his actions etc. It will give Jack something to grow and fight against, especially since people HATE letting Dean down and Dean is the moral centre of the show when it comes to love, humanity, what is the right thing to do, the free will choice, just generally a beacon of these themes. If Jack has to win Dean’s approval, it’s going to be a complex and satisfying story and a good way of proving we can definitively trust him. Not because Sam makes bad choices or because Jack doesn’t already seem like a good guy, but just because Dean has Standards which are so high you can define and navigate the story by them. Like Cas rebelling in 4x22. Or on the flip side, 6x20.

This is all kinda wishy washy stuff for later in the season that what we already have, though, and I don’t know how thoroughly others have thought it through or if I am missing some really obvious lines of thought here myself, but I don’t think the instinctive reaction that people are wishing Dean adopts Jack is all just forcing a new child on him, or that people think Dean shouldn’t come to that choice himself, and approve of Jack for real reasons. One of the short posts out there about it that I like is a line of spec that Dean will start to like Jack after he does a Benny - does something to save or help Cas that Dean can’t deny Jack is good any more after seeing. That’s not just wishing another child to look after on Dean, that’s a complicated series of Dean recognising Jack’s potential to be good and understanding him better or now having a motivation to reach out to him. 

And I do personally find it kind of creepy to be super gung ho about Jack as any of their children - Cas for the reasons I already said although I like it for Jack and would be open to Cas being cool with it :P But Sam and Dean as well because I think there’s a lot of point scoring going on with who gets to parent Jack like it’s a token or trophy for them, unlocking a whole bunch of parent headcanons and also, and I know it’s weird to say about a 1 day old baby, infantilising Jack. I think he’s already starting to get an idea of the more complex stuff and a lot of his literal born yesterday mannerisms will disappear as he gets older, since he has an adult intellect to deal with the world, so I’m very curious about his character growth. 

I think it’s just a fandom thing to be eager for the main characters you care about to have fun relationships and the idea of just giving them a kid can be appealing to some people, but it kinda weirds me out. I saw a gifset of the father reveal to Sam captioned with “Sam realises he’s an uncle” and I like that a lot more because it emphasises his brother relationship to Cas, and puts Jack in that context to him. I think since Jack said Cas is his father, “parenting” just means “we are responsible for guiding this young soul” not “I will be his father” and Sam and Dean are basically his uncles, not surrogate fathers, and I’m pretty much just gonna treat it that way, personally, since it’s less skeevy to me. That’s a YMMV thing, though, so I’m not saying you can’t enjoy the dad TFW stuff, I just don’t wanna :P 

(The Claire stuff was different since they didn’t have a whole bunch of responsibility over her and the episodes she was in never made it weird, and it was a side storyline… With this it’s all such high tension it sort of feels to me like I need to draw much stronger lines, especially since with all the fatherhood parallels some/all of TFW are going to be examined through being John at some point or another… There is a LOT more going on with Jack that makes it complicated and fraught :P)

So… uh… tl;dr… I have no idea if I’m even answering your original thought any more :P Idk about the wider fandom of crack posts and cracky art, but I think the meta folks I follow are not being too weird about it or will at least entertain all the posts being critical or introspective about these dynamics and I think some crack posts are just made in the spirit of fun, though it doesn’t help NOT give the impression everyone’s gaga for dad TFW and not being very considerate of the deep dark meta stuff and character angst going on… :P 

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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Road Trip (Part One)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1365

Author’s Note: So, I decided to write this based on a few gifs I saw from season four and here we are. I’ve gotten advice from Mal and Cat to make this into a mini series and that’s what I’m doing! P.S. Dave should be up soon for Dave week! P.P.S. I couldn’t wait until next week to post this :( Thanks to my hoe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeeee. Love her.



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stultiloquentia  asked:

Yes!!! Do you have any interest in writing a NurseyDex continuation of your Sprezzatura 'verse? If not, hit me up with some competence kink - Dex POV of Nursey, or Falcs' POV of Bitty, or Jack, or whomever strikes your fancy; I'm so easy. :D

So, uh, this one got long. Here’s a continuation of the Sprezzatura ’verse.


Derek consciously told himself to unclench his teeth and relax his jaw. He hated calculus. So much. His brain simply refused to work the way the book and the professor seemed to think it should and he just needed to get through this class and then he’d have completed his stupid math requirement and never have to worry about it again. But first he had to pass it.

He was going to have to ask for help.

He hated asking for help.

He was going to do it anyway. You don’t have to be perfect at everything, he reminded himself. He was still clenching his teeth again when he texted Dex, though.

Ice: Yo, can you help me with calc?

Fire: Be there in ~15 mins. Need help with English anyway.

Derek sat back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face, then rolled his neck from side to side a few times and shook out his arms, trying to just fucking chill already. He found one of his wordless playlists to put on and tried to at least review the examples again before Dex got there so maybe he wouldn’t seem like a complete idiot. Ugh, he hated math.

Well, no, he just hated calculus. Or rather, the way calculus made him feel. He had never found a way to make calculus appear effortless for him, and he was getting really tired of grinding his teeth.

He was glad to get up and answer the door when Dex knocked. “C’mon in, man, you can sit wherever. My roommate has a new girlfriend, so he won’t care.”

Dex frowned at the thought of sitting on someone else’s bed without permission and dumped his bag on Derek’s bed instead. Which Derek had known he would do. He bit back a grin.

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Hey give us money plz

Okay SKU fans, here’s the deal–

Gio and I desperately want to spend $300 - $400 on the Japanese blu-ray release. Why? 

BECAUSE WE WILL THEN BE ABLE TO RIP THE MUSICAL.

THERE’S SOME SORT OF HOUR LONG THING WITH THE MUSICAL AND MAYBE THE SECOND AND THIRD? WE DON’T KNOW???

Unfortunately, because this is the year of sweet merch, we already flattened our wallets getting other stuff, so we don’t have the cash to do this. So I’m proposing a deal here– help chip in, and we will make sure that the musical and anything else exclusive to the Japanese release that’s never going to show up on this side of the ocean gets mysteriously scanned, ripped, etc ad nauseam and just happens to get passed around the net here to literally anyone who wants it. As of right now, that means the musical plus that sweet copy of the back view of Utena and Anthy’s faceless red and black pics (you know, the one where they are holding hands?? <3 ). There are also images of the series characters drawn by Saito in the box art, and apparently some new exclusive art; there’s a gigantic book coming with it. There might be more. We don’t know. We won’t know until we get our damn hands on it, is the problem!

So what we are proposing is this– donate cash to us at emptymovement@gmail.com, and we will buy the thing. You know we aren’t going anywhere, plenty of you know us in person and even have our phone numbers and address, you know you can trust us, and… well 

hell, you’ve seen what we’ve done with all the art books we got, right?

We ripped them up for you, so you could have good copies to look at and edit and do whatever you want with.

Now, we realize that this is enough incentive for some of you, and that’s really freakin awesome. You know who you are, and I love you for it. But honestly… we have some unwrecked stuff just lying around here too. We don’t look at this stuff or use it at all, it just sits in our cupboard. So we figure, hell, why not give some stuff away too?

So basically, we will send one of these pieces to the first person who requests it (email: yasha@ohtori.nu) and donates (paypal at emptymovement@gmail.com) at or above the specified price (which is roughly average market price plus about tenbux for shipping, keeping in mind we’re in Canada).

Oh yeah and all of this stuff is in pretty good condition but not much of it is in perfect condition– we’ll be happy to provide pics to anyone interested, I just want to get this up where people will see it.


Miki UFO Catcher doll - $60

RGU Software Sculptors release t-shirt - we don’t know what size it is, it’s never been opened. We can open it if there’s demand but the price won’t change. It’s got the Touga/Little Utena/Saionji art on it - $60

Shitajiki/Pencil Board with movie promo art - $30 - Dibs has been called and money has been sent, I will take this off the list as soon as I have all the info I need.

This is Animation Artbook - $50 - Someone’s called dibs, but nothing is final yet.

Japanese Manga (Series) - $45 - Someone’s called dibs on this, but nothing is final yet.

Japanese Movie Manga - $15

SPG chibi keychain - $12 - Dibs has been called and money has been sent, this will be taken off the list as soon as we’ve got all the info we need

Mikage chibi Keychain - $12

Chu-Chu chibi keychain - $12

File folder from the 15th (??) anniversary art exhibition, drawn by Akemi Hayashi - $25 -  Dibs has been called and money has been sent, I will take this off the list as soon as I have all the info I need.

Doujinshi (all of these are already scanned and in the gallery, these are the duplicates we had and they are in good condition):

Rose Garden - $25

Kakumei Kettou - $35

Pluie de meteores - $10

That one with snotty-nosed weirdface Chu-Chu on the back - $10

Utena no Drug - $10




And now, last but not least,

if anyone gives us $50 or more and doesn’t want any of the other things, we will totally decant 2ml of either the Anthy or the Utena perfume and send it to you

This is not a “buying” thing. This is a “thank you” thing. We don’t want to give away too much of the perfume, because we did buy it for ourselves, but it’s also not fair that most people aren’t going to be able to get their hands on it.  So it’s going to be limited quantity, probably a max of 10ml per bottle. It’s not a heck of a lot of perfume, but 2ml is a usable amount, and we figure it’s probably the nicest way we have of saying thank you for a bigger donation. We’re going to find a way to make the teeny little bottles pretty, too.

(As for the perfume itself, if anyone wants to know what happened/is happening there I can post about it later. We might not be able to get the Akio perfume at all…)

So yeah, there you have it. And, should we happen to go over our goal amount, the money (paypal at emptymovement@gmail.com) would be used for the domain name plus the site hosting, and to finance even more SKU stuff to buy so we can put it online. We’ve spent hundreds this year already on such content, because really now

really

do you really think we’re ever going to stop?

Spoilers: 





NO

okay thanks a bunch for reading, you guys. If you want to send us cash for the japanese bluray release, you can paypal us at emptymovement@gmail.com. Please make sure to email me at yasha@ohtori.nu if you want us to send you one of the things (and mention it in the Paypal comments). I will post pics for anything people wish to see; for the most part, it is your bog-standard SKU merch in relatively good condition, with maybe a bent corner or something.


Edited to add:  hey guys I didn’t stress this enough but seriously any little bit helps, we know that a lot of people are financially rough, hell we wouldn’t be doing this if we were 100% great that way either, so if you can only pitch in five bucks please remember that makes a big difference too <3

Let me elaborate from the previous post.

You see, Lionsgate produces movies and distributes them in US, Canada, and UK. The rest of the world? They sale the rights to other local distribution companies to do promotion and sale them to theaters to show their movies. This is basically why Lionsgate has the tendency to have (mostly) bomb after bomb and yet the company is still very much alive. You see how each year they make a crappy low budget animated movie that comes out in January? Norm of the North, Alpha & Omega, Rock Dog, to name a few, all bombs, and yet they got profit out of all them. Why? Because from selling the international distribution rights they practically recovered the budget and they get nothing but profit afterwards. On the meanwhile, the small local distributors get a quick profit for a movie they didn’t payed that much and they hardly promoted. Is a win-win.

It’s because of this form of distribution Power Rangers is failing internationally. Take for instance in my country, Mexico. In the opening weekend the movie was #1 at the mexican box-office. This was while having less screens than Beauty and the Beast (which already had a week in theaters), it’s major competitor that weekend. And yet, by the next weekend, it was in less screens than newcomer Ghost in the Shell AND B&tB. Why? Because whatever incentives the big companies offered the theaters, it was something the small local company couldn’t compete with. The local distributor, however, already received their profit, and Lionsgate doesn’t get much from international box-office anyway. This applies to pretty much any part of the world, having irregular distribution and promotion from country to country.

And how does this applies to Power Rangers and why buying toys would help much more guarantee a sequel?

Well, you see, Power Rangers is obviously a much bigger than most of Lionsgate’s films. They really wanted this to be their big franchise after Hunger Games, and even though it doesn’t look like it, Lionsgate has been receiving nothing but profit since day 1. Between the sale of distribution rights, canadian tax incentives, that Saban/Toei put part of the money, and whatever quantity (spoilers?) Krispy Kreme paid, despite the $110m budget, what LG truly invested into making the movie would be around 25-30m. So they practically recovered their investment since opening day!

“So this means we are getting a sequel? :D”

Calm down. No, it doesn’t. Again, Lionsgate, really wanted this to be their very own entry into the superhero movie bandwagon, and they really wanted this to be their new moneymaker since HG, since the Divergent series couldn’t live up to that (add those to the list of films with so-so box-office to outright bombs, and yet they still made sequels and they’re currently making a tv series). And even thought they probably won’t receive the money they wanted, there is a second party here that could push them into making at least one sequel: Saban/Toei.

As meanwhile Lionsgate keeps most of the box-office profit, Saban/Toei get their profit from merchandise. If they get more than enough from toy sales, they WILL push for a sequel, either with or without Lionsgate (granted, Lionsgate is the only one who would make such a gamble, so they’re the sure bet). Truth is, that is Saban’s/Toei’s true money maker, toys. For Power Rangers -and it’s sister series, Super Sentai- ratings are pretty much irrelevant, toy sales is what keeps those series alive (in particularly SS has had some serious decline and their movies aren’t exactly hits, but toy sales are always hot).

And yeah, I know toys are expensive, but if you could get something, you’ll help more the chances of a sequel than going to watch it again this weekend.

(Although form what I’ve seen the toys are not that much expensive from a movie ticket in US? I saw someone posting their ticket and it was $16?! What the fuck? Checking the Toys R Us website a toy is $8, so it’s cheaper than going to the movies, the fuck? In Mexico it’s $6, $10 tops if you go to a premium theater, what the fuck is wrong with american ticket prices, what the f)

Although, the most important thing is…

Keep this movie alive.

By that, I mean, keep it relevant. When it’s home released, show it to anyone who enters your house. Because, if the movie gets a sequel, it will be a make it or break deal. If the sequel gets mediocre earnings, it will not get further more sequels. It needs to be a hit. And, for that we need to bring in more people to watch this one. Maybe not in theaters, but through any other way. I remember that when I entered this hellsite, Pacific Rim was very popular. One post particularly stayed with me due to how quickly irrelevant it became. It said something along the lines of wanting Pacific Rim to become the next Star Wars, with all sorts of merchandise and tie-in novels and expanded universe stuffs. But people on this place forget and move on easily. I still follow many of the the blogs from that time who reblogged that post, and yet, only a handful of them keep posting PR stuff (practically only kaiju and toku blogs that I follow keep posting PR related content semi-regularly). I wonder if op even has any PR content on their blog nowadays. Want further sequels? Then do not let that happen to Power Rangers. 

The Note

Ship: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

Requested By: @sassy-spork-and-housplantsa>

Hey, thanks for the request! Honestly, I’ve re-blogged 2 prompt lists so I was just like a tad confused, and the one that I wrote only had 35, but I went through them and these are the ones that sound the most teasing, so yeah. If there’s a problem, leave me a note and I will fix it! =) Also this may seem a bit creepy but I was checking out your page and I LOVE how my mouse has a little hamburger attached to it when I click around. SO ADORABLE!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>!!!!!Prompt List Credits: @deathlyhogwarts​ (her page is amazing you guys should check it out!) <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<!!!!!!

# 29: “You’re better than my favorite fictional character, and that means something.”

# 37: “I’m not a man-whore! I just love women!”

# 39: “You’re the most adorable thing in the world.” (me @ that tiny hamburger) (sorry I’m such a creep)

I tried to make it as fluffy as I could, but there’s a small section of sadness but don’t worry!

Okay I’ll shut up now.

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         In your first year, you hated Draco Malfoy. He was always mean to you and your friends, and he seemed exactly like the villain you would read about it picture books when you were younger.

       By your second year, you realized that perhaps all that those villains needed was a friend. So you decided to give it a try. He had dropped his Defense Against the Dark Arts book in the hallway, and being the pompous-ass-but-secretly-insecure annoying boy he was, he simply glared at it as if it threw itself out of his arms. To save him from what probably seemed like total embarrassment at the time, you quickly walked over and picked it up for him. And that began what would blossom into a great friendship.

       However, as the years went on, you felt a bit strange around him. In the third year, you found yourself becoming extra giggly around him, and you even found yourself twirling your hair around you finger. You never twirled you hair around your finger. After explaining your bizarre situation to your friend Hermione, she erupted into a fit of giggles, explaining how it seemed you had a crush, and your face twisted up into disgust.

    Yet as you thought about it more, you realized that you did, in fact, have a crush on the Slytherin prince. And you made a vow to yourself that nobody, especially him, would find out.

         Now you were in your sixth year. You and Draco had decided to study for the potions assessment you had coming up together in the library after classes. You agreed, of course. He was your best friend.

_____________

         You groaned a little, letting your hurting head fall down onto the book dramatically.

“What now? Miss Straight A’s is pretending to have trouble so she seems normal?” Draco teased, poking you in the ribs. You raise your head and glared at him, yet it quickly melted into a poorly-suppressed smile. He chuckled.

“No. I’m short on mandrake leaves and we need them for the assessment. And the ones that Snape has in the closet are all the bad ones, heaven knows he keeps the ones worth using in his own private supply closet.” you grumble.

“You can use some of mine.” Draco says, flipping through his book.

“Thanks.” you say, a small smile on your face. You turn back to your book. “You know, sometimes Draco, you’re better than my favorite fictional character, and that means something.” When he simply hums, you look up at him to find him staring at some Hufflepuff’s arse.

“Oh my god.” you say, rolling your eyes. And here I was comparing you to Mr. Darcy.” you mumble quietly. Then you turn pink, hoping he hadn’t read the muggle book.

“Who’s Mr. Darcy?”

“Oh, just some prat.”

“Sounds like me.” he mumbles, causing you to giggle. He turns back to his book. “Hey, Y/N?” he says softly. You turn to face him again, copying down a sentence from the textbook. “I wanted to tell you…” he says softer. You look at him, your heart pounding. “You look a lot worse then normal lately. Are you sick or something?” he says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair with a goofy smile. You groan, laughing.

“I hate you.” you say. You turn back to your book and he does the same. A few minutes later, he looks at you. You ignore him, sure that he’s just ready to bug you again. A few more moments pass before you finally look at him. He turns pink and turns back to his book. You shake your head a little and flip the page.

    And then he looks at you again.

“What do you want, Draco?” you murmur. He opens his mouth to answer, then closes it quickly.

“Nothing.” he replies softly. His cheeks are pink. He takes a deep breath before turning back to his book. The Hufflepuff moves and he looks up. He turns to you, the signature Malfoy smirk on his face. “Actually Y/N, there is something I want.” he says. You look up. He cocks his head toward the blonde. “Her name.” he says with an obnoxious wink. You groan a little.

“You’re such a man-whore, it’s unbelievable.” you say, shaking your head. He gasps, pretending to be offended.

I’m not a man-whore! I just love women!” he says. You look at him.

“Yeah. Man-whore.” you say. He opens his mouth to protest but stops, sighing. He then shrugs, causing you to giggle. He turns pink and turns back to his book, burying his face in it. You frown. “Hey, what’s the matter?” you ask as you catch a glimpse of his now very red face. Was he angry? Was it something you said? You put your hand carefully on his upper arm, squeezing a little. It causes your heart to pound but it doesn’t matter. You have to focus on your friend now, not you. “Draco?” you ask. He lowers his book, his cheeks still pink. Silently, he puts his hand on yours. You look at him confused.

“It’s…nothing.” he says. You roll your eyes, laughing a little.

“Are you sure? Because that seemed like quite a lot of drama for nothing.” you say.

“You read to much into things.” he mutters, turning the page in his book. You sigh. He was right, but not in he way he thought he was. You close your book, standing up.

“I’ll be right back.” you say softly. “I just need another book.” he nods and you’re about to take a step when he says your name. You turn around, only to find out to late that your foot was wrapped around the strap of you book bag. Your eyes widen as you feel yourself falling back. You hit the floor with an “oomph”, the air knocked out of your lungs. You pant, your face twisting in pain. Then you hear his clean, ringing laugh. The laugh that sounded like a joyous bird song. You sit up, glaring at him as he walks over to you.

“You’re the most adorable thing in the world.” he says, pinching your cheek. You glare, but can’t help but smile.

“I hate you.” you say. He offers you his hand, and you take it. He helps you up.

“Merlin, your hands are cold.” he says. “Kind of like your soul.” He smirks as you stick your tongue out at him.

_______

     It’s close to dinner time when Draco gets up to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner.” he says. You nod, telling him that you’re just going to finish up your notes. He nods and puts his hand on your shoulder. It’s a simple act but still causes your heart to race. He then leaves.

     As he walks away, you notice a piece of paper fall out of his bag. You furrow your brow, walking over to it. “Draco!” you say, but he’s already gone. You shrug, supposing you can give it to him at dinner when you see your name written neatly on it. You frown and go back to your seat.

     You debate for what seems like hours. Should you open it, or would it be a complete invasion of privacy? It would either way. But your name is on the envelope. It’s a letter to you. You bite your lip. But maybe he didn’t want to post it for a reason. Or maybe he was going to later? You were at what seemed like a world war with yourself.

       You hear Madam Pince clear her throat behind you. “It’s dinner time. Unless you plan on skipping, I’d suggest you go downstairs.” she says. You nod. You then sigh. You were seeing him next anyways. You nod before very carefully opening the letter, so you don’t break the envelope. You frown a little. It’s a small piece of paper, no bigger than your hand. You take it out, your hands shaking. It was probably just “Let’s do our Herbology homework together.” Why were you so nervous? You take a deep breath.

Dear Y/N,

      I don’t think we should be friends anymore. I’m sorry, but I’d much rather be-

After that, the ink formed a straight line, as if he had dragged his quill across the paper by accident. Your mouth hung open, and you felt as though you couldn’t breath. Tears came to your eyes as you felt like you were suffocating. Without Draco, you didn’t have a best friend. Sure, you had friends, but nobody could replace Draco. You sniffle, stuffing the letter into your pocket. You were not going to dinner.

      You picked up your pile of books and left as fast as you could. You heard the loud chatter downstairs but walked past it, holding back your tears. You quickly ran up all the flights of stairs, up to your favorite place.

     You ran through the doors, dropping all your things and walking over to the balcony. The Astronomy tower was where you came whenever something was very wrong. Nobody knew that, except Draco. You took off your shoes, sitting crisscross applesauce and finally falling into sobs.

       You didn’t understand. What did you ever do wrong? You were one of Draco’s only good friends and he was, well, your only one. You sob, shaking. The night breeze chilled you. You took a deep, shaky breath, looking up at the stars as you toss the envelope backwards angrily. You wait for it to hit the floor with a satisfying rip-like sound, but it never came. You wait a few more seconds before turning.

    Your eyes widen then narrow at the sight of the familiar blonde haired boy. He looked down at the envelope, his mouth opening and closing. He had a panicked look in his eyes, and as he looked up at you, you turned quickly, not wanting to see him leave. But you hear his footsteps walk toward you.

“Y/N…” he struggled.

“No need to explain. I get it. I-I’m a boring, annoying Gryffindor, and you’re the…”

You laugh bitterly as you wipe your cheeks.

“You’re the Slytherin prince.” you whisper, your voce breaking.

“No, Y/N, that’s not what this letter was meant for.” he whispered, hesitating before sitting next to you, but a good length away.

“No, let me guess, it was meant for, I don’t know, who, Crabbe? Did he change his name?” you say.

“That’s the rough draft.” he said very quietly. He opens his bag and takes out an another envelope, handing it to you.

“What the fuck? Do you think I want to read that stupid-”

“Just…Just read it.” he said. You feel fresh tears in your eyes as you open the letter. It was written in very extra, silver ink. The parchment seemed very expensive, like you could only find it at a certain place. You bite your lip and start to read.

My Dear Y/N,

       I felt that I’ve held my silence for too long. I should begin from the start, shouldn’t I?

    I must admit, my first year at Hogwarts, I had quite the sense of loathing towards you and your friends. Same goes for the first half of Second year. And then you helped me, and everything changed.

    At first I was satisfied with being your friend, and everything seemed blissfully perfect. But then after the summer, when you sat with me on the train for third year, I saw you in a different light. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but I did. And my feelings have only grown in the past few years.

   This is difficult for me to write, Y/N, but I must say it.

      I love you.

                                   Your dearest friend, and perhaps something more,

                                               Draco

                You take a rather shaky breath as you turn to face him. “You…you do?” you ask quietly. He clenches his jaw as he nods, his face looking grim.

“And I’m sorry I’ve just ruined everything. I-I’m going to go back to dinner.” he said, about to stand up. But before he can, you grab his sleeve. He looks down at you. “Y/N-”

“I love you too. Since third year.” you say quickly, your cheeks resembling the color of a beet. His cheeks turn pink and before you can comprehend what is happening, you feel his warm lips press against yours. You take a deep breath and lean in more, wrapping your arms around him. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing gently as he pulls you in closer. You run your fingers through his blonde locks, your thumb eventually running over his cheek. A few more blissful moments pass before you pull away.

“Be mine?” he whispers as he leans your forehead against yours.

“Of course.”

coreviolet  asked:

Karaoke night post-squip - feat. Boyf riends

It was a Sunday night, and Michael and Jeremy were at yet another party.

Jeremy said ‘another’ because it was a week until school was out, and their new friends really liked throwing parties. He hadn’t really minded at first – parties were fun! But it was starting to wear on him. You could only puke your guts out under an alcohol-induced haze so many times, he guessed. 

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jeremy and Michael were ambushed by Chloe, already drunk off her ass, and Brooke, hanging off her arm.

“You’re here!” Chloe squealed, giggling drunkenly. Then, she nudged Brooke. “Here, Heere. Get it?” 

Brooke smiled lazily and patted Chloe’s bicep. “Yeah. Nice.”

“We’re doing charaoke,” Chloe slurred. “Jeremy, your voice is decent. Come on.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house, Brooke and Michael following close behind. Soon enough, they were swallowed by flashing lights and the bass line of an old nineties love song, and Jeremy tried not to breathe in the stench of teen body odor and alcohol. 

As they neared the end of the den, Chloe muttered something unintelligible and climbed up onto the miniature stage. To Jeremy’s mortification, she grabbed a microphone and said, “My boy Jeremy could be on fucking broadway and we’re gonna give him a shot tonight!” Only her speech was slurred and she drew out her vowels, so it sounded more like “weeeeee’re gonna give him a shoooot toniiiiiight!”

Behind him, Michael whispered, “Good luck!” and shoved him forwards. Jeremy stumbled up onto the stage next to Chloe.

Chloe grabbed his arm again and said, “I’m picking.” 

Jeremy groaned as her song selection popped up on the computer screen in front of him. “When I Was Your Man? Bruno Mars? Really, Chloe?” 

Chloe leaned towards him, swaying on her feet. “Just fucking sing, Jerry,” she said, and then Jeremy was alone on the stage. 

Jeremy glanced over the crowd, spreading his arms helplessly. “I am so, so sorry for what you’re about to experience,” he said. He prayed that nobody could hear the tremor in his voice. “But since I value my life, well…” He breathed a sigh of relief as chuckles spread through the gathering crowd before him. The first notes of the song spilled from Jake’s expensive-looking speakers, and Jeremy began to sway to the gentle piano against his will. The first line of the song appeared on the screen, and Jeremy inhaled. He shut his eyes against the strobe lights and faces below and started to sing. “Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now.”

Somebody in the crowd whooped. He heard Michael mutter, “Holy shit.”

Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same,” he continued, pulling sound from deep in his chest.  “When all my friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down.” Jeremy opened his eyes and looked out over the crowd. “And my heart breaks a little when I hear your name. It all just sounds like –” His gaze fell on Michael, whose mouth was hanging open. “Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.” He sailed through the rest of the song, singing louder and louder, keeping his eyes on Michael. As the music faded out, Jeremy felt better and more alive than he had in ages. He couldn’t keep the dorky grin from spreading over his face.

Suddenly, all that as left was silence. Jeremy let out the rest of his breath. Everything was still for a moment. And then the crowd erupted, and Jeremy was bowing, and Michael was up on stage, hugging him and talking faster than Jeremy had ever heard him.

“Jeremy, Jeremy, Jesus Christ, that was amazing, why don’t you sing more often? Dude, you have to do that more, you could be a professional, wow–” 

Jeremy felt himself redden. Then, he had an idea. Maybe it was the natural high, or maybe it was something in the air, but he opened his mouth and said, “We’re going to do the next one together.”

Michael never really enjoyed parties, but he usually tagged along anyways. There needed to be at least one person with a car who wasn’t as high as a kite or drunker than his grandmother on New Year’s Eve. And maybe he had jumped around a little, shouting lyrics to the songs he liked, but he didn’t – couldn’t sing. 

He stepped back. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no.”

“I’ve heard you sing before. You’re good,” Jeremy said.

“Have you heard me sing?” 

Jeremy cleared his throat. “When you’re high –”

“Okay, okay, point proven,” Michael cut in. “But still, no.”

“Come onnn, Michael.” Jeremy poked him. “I’ll go with you!”

And then the song was starting and it was too late to save himself. Michael read the title on screen. Carry On, by fun.. He kind of knew that one. 

Deep breaths, he told himself.

Jeremy started. “Well, I woke to the sound of silence the cars, cutting like knives in fistfights.”

Michael glanced at the crowd and felt his legs tremble. 

Jeremy continued. “And I found you with a bottle of wineyour head in the curtains and heart –

Like the Fourth of July,” Michael sang. He was sure he was by now visibly shaking, but he told himself to keep going. He adjusted his voice to match Jeremy’s, and kept going, growing more and more confident with every line. 

When they reached the first “carry on”, Jeremy grabbed Michael’s hand and held it above his head. Michael felt his face flush, and hoped that everybody still watching would attribute it to his nerves, or maybe alcohol he hadn’t drunk. As the verse ended, Jeremy brought Michael’s hand down, but didn’t let go. Jeremy started swaying to the music, and Michael felt himself follow suit. He kept his fingers wound through Jeremy’s. 

The second time they came around to “carry on”, some of the crowd joined in. Michael started to understand people who performed for a living. Part of him felt like he could fly. On a whim, he grabbed one of the microphones from its stand and held it in front of his mouth, bending his knees as he started the “Whoa!”.  Michael was singing like he hadn’t known he could sing. He shut his eyes and let his voice go.

The song ended. The crowd turned away, and slowly, the low buzz of mindless conversation returned. Jeremy’s eyes were bright, and Michael couldn’t help but admire how beautiful his eyes were. Jeremy hugged Michael, and pulled back, beaming. He looked Michael directly in the eyes, and Michael couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away.  They were breathing hard, and their faces were flushed, and Jeremy’s hair was adorably rumpled, and Michael felt his face redden again –

And then he was kissing Jeremy. No – Jeremy was kissing him. Michael stiffened, wondering for a split second if this was some kind of elaborate joke, before melting into the kiss. 

It was far from perfect. Michael’s glasses got in the way, and it wasn’t like either of them were experienced, but when they pulled back, Jeremy’s eyes were shining and Michael was the one beaming. 

“I love you so much right now,” Jeremy whispered, and Michael squeezed his hand.

“I love you too, Jer-bear.” he leaned his head against Jeremy’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Baby Dun- Josh Dun

December 2016

You and Josh were married for 3 months at the time and he’s always wanted kids.  When you found out all you could think of was how great of a father Josh was gonna be. This was the perfect timing since they would be off tour before the baby came.

You had to think of the prefect way of telling Josh, so you went to your best friend Jenna for some help.

Jenna thought of the idea of giving him drumsticks that said the due date on it. You love that idea, it was perfect. You stole the last pair he had in the house and wrote

‘coming soon….September 2017’.

You were still early on so you didn’t know the exact date but knew the month.

You hid the sticks so when Josh was looking for some he would come to you and you would give them to him hinting to look closely.

“Hey babe, do you know if my shipment of new sticks came in. I must have broken my last pair and I can’t seem to find any others.” Josh said from his practice room.

“Umm yeah, I actually think there might be a pair out here.” you said quickly grabbing the hidden pair and  bringing them to Josh.

“Found them.” you said handing them over starting to get really excited.

“Thanks babe.”

“They look kind of different, are they a new style?” you said trying to get him to look at the news you put on them.

He studied them over for a second before finding the writing.

“Oh my god, Y/N really? Are you pregnant?” his eyes were starting to fill with tears and his mouth was fallen open.

“Yeah. you knocked me up and you’re gonna be a dad.” you chuckled and he stood and pulled you into a hug. A few tears left your eyes at how emotional and excited Josh was for this baby and how your family was growing with the man you loved and trusted.

March 2017

You were now four months pregnant and on tour with the boys. You had found out you were having a baby girl and you couldn’t wait to tell Josh.

This time you had Tyler in on the secret and he had the idea of changing the colors in the canons that shoot out confetti during trees to pink. So that’s what you planned, you wanted the fans to be involved because they were so supportive of Josh, Tyler, your relationship, and everything in general. The clique was like one big family.

Josh didn’t know you knew the gender of the baby and he didn’t think you were going to find out until it was born. He wanted to find out before the birth, but stood by whatever your decision was.

When Tyler made his way over to start the speech before Trees he said the stuff he always said but then said “hey Josh you might want to pay attention to the confetti tonight.” he left it at a that and started singing. Everyone was confused except for you, Jenna, and Tyler.  

You went out on stage and stood there once Josh and Tyler got on the platforms in the crowd. A fan must of pointed you out to Josh because he looked towards you with a quizzical look which you just smiled at.  

When they began drumming and the confetti flew out you could see Josh’s face light up at the baby pink covered to pit opposed to the usual pink. The fans were aweing and clapping catching on to the plan.

The song ended and they made their way back to stage to bow. Tyler pulled the microphone to his lips again to explain to the confused and Josh pulled you into a hug kissing the top of your head.

“For those who don’t understand what’s happening, this lovely man knocked up this wonderful woman and now they’re going to be welcoming a beautiful baby girl into the world in September. Anyways congrats guys hopefully you’ll still name it Tyler.” he joked then turned his attention back the the fans. “Thank you, good night, stay alive guys.” with that you all left the stage.  

“Were you surprised?” you asked Josh as you walked to his dressing room.

“Surprised is an understatement. We’re going to have a little girl soon Y/N. I’m so excited. She’s going to be beautiful just like my beautiful wife.” Josh said pulling you into a kiss.

“Hey Y/N look at this video of Josh’s face when he saw the pink confetti.” Jenna barged in the dressing room handing you the phone. It was video on Instagram uploaded by a fan that was basically right under Josh in the pit.

“Are those tears I see Josh?” you teased as you both watch the video, handing Jenna her phone before she left.

“Maybe. Hey, look on twitter we there is a trending tag. #babygirldun.” he pointed out.

“She’s already so loved by everyone and she’s not even out of the womb yet.” he smiled at you statement.

“I love both my girls so much.”

September 2017

Today was the day that your heart grew even bigger. You didn’t think you could love anything more than you loved Josh, but your daughter found a way to make you love her just as much the second she was born. After many hours of pain and tears you and Josh were officially parents.

He tweeted out a picture of you two a few hours after she was born with a caption that read,

Y/T/N and I became parents today at 4:24am. The hardest thing was to see Y/N in such pain, but only to see her face when our daughter was born. Nothing can start to describe the amount of joy I have right now. Welcome #babygirldun.

Tyler had posted a picture of him and Jenna visiting you daughter on Instagram saying, Congrats to these amazing family and their new baby girl. I’m so excited to be her favorite uncle.

You had decided that you wanted to hold off on sharing the name of your daughter for a day just because you had shared everything so far with the public right away.

The next day Josh told you that you should share the name so you did in a tweet. Welcome to the world my sweet baby girl. You are the best little gift ever. Yesterday at 4:25am you came into the world and changed our world. We love you Ayla Grace Dun.

Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 

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I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.

 

“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.

 

Y/N POV:

“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

Last week a good friend of mine invited me to go with him to paint some walls… I’m not a graff writer, nor would I EVER pretend to be, but I have been interested in creating with spray paint for a while. My friend is a complete badass. His name is Hatziel Flores (google him). He basically taught me the basics of can control in a SUPER crash course one day this past summer, and I’ve been bitten with the “spray paint bug” ever since. 

Hatziel was going to paint to knock off some rust because he was chosen to do one of the official pieces on the wall for “Go Paint Day” this past weekend. I figured, if I’m going to go out here I might as well go in with a plan for once, since the other couple of times I’d tried to spray paint, I went in completely blind. I sketched a quick crude outline of what would become “Temper Tantrump”.

We arrive at the walls, and another artist “Grand” is already working. Grand is one of Hatziel’s homies, and tells us “Hey, these walls have been assigned to different crews, but y’all can go ahead and paint on them because they are going to be buffed tonight or tomorrow to get ready for Saturday. So if you just want to get up for practice, go ahead.” 

We both pick our spaces on the wall and get to work. While we’re working another artist arrives to start his piece for the event on Saturday, a person I later find out is one of the GODFATHERS of Dallas graffiti, Ozone. 

All 4 of us had been painting for about an hour, and Ozone walks down from his piece at the end of the wall to check everyone else’s progress, and stops at my piece, and tells me how much he loves it, and how he can already tell it’s going to be epic. Me, a guy that had no business being on this wall in the first place with these three Dallas graffiti legends, was getting love from Ozone. 

I put in another 2 or so hours and had to leave. The piece wasn’t exactly finished, but it was finished enough that I could take a photo and post it and not be too mad at it. Grand comes down from his scaffolding, and looks at the piece and compliments it as well. Hatziel who’s painting next to me, tells Grand, “yeah this is only his second time really painting”. Grand is visibly blown away. He then says, “yeah I’m going to make sure they don’t buff this and leave it up for the event”. I don’t take it too seriously, and don’t really care if it gets painted over because I had taken some solid photos. 

Thursday evening passes, then all day Friday, then Saturday morning. I arrive to the event about 2 or so to find it’s a much bigger deal than I expected. There were 18 wheeler trailers, and people live painting on easels, and literally creation happening EVERYWHERE. B-boys breakdancing on custom floors that were built for the event, DJs, cypher circles, basically every element of hip-hop was there except for KRS-ONE. I walk into the alley where the Varsity Graff writers were, and get to the section of the wall where my Temper Tantrump piece was to find… it was still there. There really skipped my part of the wall when they were buffing to leave it up for the event. Me, the person who isn’t a graff writer, and had no business being on that wall with those legends. People were taking pictures with it and wondering who the mystery man was that painted this piece. There were people speculating it was another well known writer that no one had ever seen, and it wasn’t finished because someone came into the alley while he was working, and spotted him and he ran off. Hearing all the theories of who it could be was entertaining, but as an artist I wanted them to know it was me, and what better way to let them know than to finish the piece. So I rushed home, grabbed my paints, and paint clothes and headed back to get to work. 

And here’s the finished product. It’s not perfect by graffiti standards, but I’m REALLY proud of it. Plus I met A LOT of really cool people and told them my story, and got some really good pointers from people who have been doing this since the 80s/90s. AND got some love from some graffiti ICONS along the way.