Many of us are either coming home for the holidays this December or traveling to various locations. Holidays are known for a time to reconnect with family, and not just your immediate family, but extended one’s as well. Here’s how to survive the tension that these awkward holiday dinner parties bring about…
this video that Zoe Saldana posted with her hubby playing with the twins and the little (chubby) newest addition to the family watching them is the cutest thing ever and put a smile on my face after an extremely bad week. =)
I love Dex and Nursey both pining and angsting about how pretty the other one is, but I think that Nursey finding Dex beautiful will always mean more to me.
Because Nursey is just objectively beautiful. Unless every bone in your entire body is blatantly racist, you will find Nursey gorgeous. And let’s be real, the boy knows it.
But Dex is skinny and gangly, and covered with freckles, and his ears stick out, and his nose juts forward, and just… for him to know that THIS BOY - Derek Malik Nurse - Nursey, who looks like he should be walking the red carpet on Daisy Ridley’s, or Lupita Nyong’o’s arm, who could be an Abercrombie model, who could play Zoe Saldana’s little brother in an action movie - this boy, thinks that Dex is the most beautiful person he’s ever known. Writes freaking sonnets about his embarassing blushes, and his godawful hair, and the lines of his too long limbs, and sometimes Dex wakes up and he just can’t believe that Nursey is really there beside him, until he opens his eyes, and Nursey is looking at him and smiling, before he opens his mouth and says “You’re really really beautiful, Will.”
10 from the '50 writing prompts list' for Connor x Evan if you haven't already done it please?? :)
Enjoy #10 “Why are you so freaking hot”
“I just don’t get it,” Connor sighed. Zoe glanced at her brother from her position on the couch. She was currently filling out some dumb teen quiz, something she did quite often. “What don’t you get?” Zoe questioned her older brother, averting her eyes back to the magazine. “Evan Hansen looks like an angel, he’s so hot,” Connor exclaimed.
He didn’t know how the boy in khakis didn’t believe he was even attractive or beautiful. Connor thought he was the most hot, stunning, gorgeous human being on the planet. “Does he know you think that way?” Zoe questioned her brother, eyes never straying from the quiz in front of her.
“No, I should tell him but I don’t know what he’ll say, he doesn’t believe he’s attractive,” Connor admitted glancing at his sister. Zoe put the magazine down and shot Connor an annoyed look. “Tell him that big brother, maybe he’ll start believing he’s beautiful if you tell him what you told me,” Zoe laughed and shook her head. Her brother was head over heels for this guy.
“Yeah you’re right,” Connor nodded. He would have to tell Evan, probably over and over again before the boy even thought he was somewhere close to beautiful and if it took years Connor could deal with that. He would tell Evan everyday for the rest of his life he was beautiful if that’s what it took. “Aren’t I always right big brother?” Zoe smirked as she picked up the magazine.
“Jar-Jared was saying something ab-about the chem test, and I-I re-really didn’t kn-know what I w-was doing bu-but he s-said it was easy and I-I was ju-ust really confused,” Evan laughed at himself. Connor just shook his head. Evan was adorable when he rambled, though he often embarrassed himself by rambling.But Connor thought it was the cutest thing. “Why are you so hot Evan Hansen?” Connor asked.
“Why are you so freaking hot, you are the most stunning person I have ever had the honor of laying my eyes upon,” Connor smiled softly. Evan’s face flushed as he turned away from his boyfriend. He didn’t believe the words Connor said but it was nice to be complimented. “I-I’m not,” Evan admitted.
“Yes you are Evan Hansen,” Connor grabbed his boyfriend’s chin lightly and turned the blushing boy towards him. “You are the hottest, most attractive human in this world, and I’m glad your mine,”
Evan smiled as Connor leaned in for a kiss. The words held truth in Connor’s mind and Evan took the compliment, maybe one day he’d believe Connor’s words but for today, he would just stay a blushing awkward mess.
It’s a Thursday in Mid-October. The day after Connor first realized his powers.
The time is 7:13.
“How was school yesterday Connor?” Ask Larry
“Fine.” Replied our protagonist
“I heard that he threw the teacher’s printer at Mrs. G!” Zoe yelled
“Shut up Zoe!!” Connor cried
The parents exchanged worried glances. Had Connor gotten ~the powers~. No. Impossible. No one had been affected by them in generations. They were simply a myth.
“Now Zoe, how would your brother do that? The printer is much too big” Cynthia trying to convince herself more than anyone else
“And Connor, don’t tell your sister to shut up.” Larry scolded. Zoe always was his favorite.
“Connor, go change out of your pajamas, you’re going to be late for school!” Cynthia suddenly realized the time.
Connor got up and headed to his room, as he reached his door he heard the distressed cry of his sister
“CONNOR FINISHED THE MILK!”
*Overhear at the Murphy’s.*
“Are you sure it isn’t happening?” Larry asked
“No, I’m not sure. This hasn’t happened for so long, no one knows what it looks like. The last time it was in the twenties, and with toasters.”
“I just wish you had told me this *before* we got married.”
“It’s not like I thought this would happen!”
“I can’t believe our son has powers…And they all revolve around a god damn printer….Of all the things.”
“We aren’t for sure, honey. We don’t even know if it’s true”
The year is 2009. Four years since the birth of Printer Boy.
It’s a Friday, late July.
The time is 2:34 AM
“Come on brain, think of things” Connor chanted as he worked on his summer essay over The Outsiders, to be turned in the first day of 7th grade.
He couldn’t sleep, so he might as well work on this.
He looked back at the time. 3:13 AM.
He sighed, but he was done.
He hit “print”, and got up to retrieve the paper from his father’s office.
Nothing was on the Printer. Connor sighed. Technology was not Connor’s friend. He approached the Printer to check if it still had paper in it. The moment his hand touched the Printer, it turned on, and out came his paper…
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
~~~this is a flashback sequence~~~
It was January of Connor’s second grade year, and Mrs. G still had not gotten over the printer incident. The children were doing a project in the computer lab, and it came time for them to print the project. Several students were having difficulty printing their assignment, and per usual, the jokes started:
“I bet Connor got upset and broke this printer too!”
“What has Connor done now?”
This happened everytime the Printer, or any other piece of technology stopped working. Connor was used to it, but it still bothered him.
“Hey?” Connor’s classmate, Lily asked “Do you think you can help me with this, Printer Boy?”
She, unlike the other students, didn’t use this as an insult, but more like a term of endearment. Connor stood and took control of her mouse, and within seconds the printer started up and out came Lily’s project.
Connor and Lily were the only two that got their projects printed that day.
~scene change occurs here~
Once again, Zoe had waited until last minute to print her science fair abstract, and once again she was in tears over the fact that the Printer was jammed.
Connor, now in 5th grade, stepped out of his room to find his sister Zoe in the hallway screaming about how she was going to fail the 4th grade because the stupid printer wouldn’t work. He just kind of looked at her. She saw him standing there and asked.
“Could you help me? You printed yours last night?“
Connor shrugged and headed towards the office where the printer was located. He took one look at the mess of a printer, jammed beyond belief. What had Zoe done to the poor thing? The paper was sticking out sideways and was all torn up.
Connor grabbed hold of the paper, and it gave way, slipping right out. Zoe’s paper soon followed. Zoe snatched her paper and beamed.
"Thanks Printer Boy!!”
~This is where the next scene change occurs~
It was only earlier that summer, when Connor had seen the insanely annoying Jared Kleinman at the public library, dragging around that weird boy from school who had no friends, but who was Connor to judge. He didn’t have friends either.
Connor was sat at a computer typing furiously, writing a story about his sister Zoe, and how she was really a troll. It was awesome. When Jared Kleinman approached him and asked
“Do you have a dime?"
"W-w-what?” Connor stumbles over his words, surprised by the sudden interruption.
“Do you have a dime? Like 10¢? For the printer?"
"Umm, no, but why do you need it?”
“Evan wants to print this picture of a truck with trees painted on it so he can show him mom when she gets home. I don’t know man, but do you have a dime?” This didn’t help Connor. He had printed tons of stuff, but never had to pay.
“Let me see” he replied and walked over to the printer where the other boy, Evan, was standing. The display read:
“Insert $0.10 to print"
"That’s weird” Connor thought, it never said that when he tried to print, it always just printed.
He pressed the large “PRINT” button and out came the picture.
“How did you do that?” Jared asked “I’ve been trying to hack the thing for ten minutes!”
“I don’t know, I just hit print” Connor replied
“Okay, well thanks anyway, Printer Boy” Jared said with a light hearted laugh as he handed the picture to Evan, who hugged it to his chest. “Let’s go Evan, I’ve spent my hour with you"
Connor smiled to himself… Printer Boy
~~~~THE FLASHBACKS ARE NOW OVER~~~~
Now, as you,our reader, may have guessed, Connor now realized that he has some form of power over printers, and heads straight for the internet.
Searching such things as
I have magic abilities, please help
Printers bend to my will, what is wrong with me?
To no avail.
Along with this realization, Connor felt a darkness wash over him. Imagine a ton of bricks falling on top of you all at once. The feeling felt almost like it was tugging at him, and suddenly he had no motivation to do anything. This feeling resided inside of him at all times, but moments like this were especially hard.
He had felt this before and knew it would be a rough week ahead. He wouldn’t want to leave his bed, much less his room, and he’ll have to listen to his dad tell his mom that it’s was "just a lazy teen thing” but Connor felt like that wasn’t it.
With no help from the internet, Connor closed his laptop, laid down, and tried to sleep. The time was 4:02 AM.
The year is 2010.
It’s a December evening.
The time is 5:00
Connor heard the clock strike 5 and looked up at his mother. He finally had the courage to talk to her about this whole thing. He told himself he’d do it at 5 o'clock, and he was going to do it.
“Mom. Can I talk to you?”
“Of course Connor, what is it?” Cynthia replied, mildly shocked. He son hadn’t come to her for years, and rarely addressed her as"mom” anymore.
“I-I-I’m not really sure, I just. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about some things.”
“Yes of course. You can talk to me about any thing honey.”
“I just. I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. Like I’m more, well I’m not more sad but it’s kind of like sad, but it’s all the time. I’m just sad all the time mom and I don’t know why, I’m drowning mom… I’m drowning.” Connor blurted out. Trying not to cry in front of his mother.
“Oh honey, that’s perfectly normal for kids your age. Your hormones are all crazy because you’re growing up”
“No. It’s different than that! I see the other kids my age and none of them feel like this! I’m the only one that is sad all the time! They make fun of me for it mom. I have no friends and it’s all because I was weird and now I’m sad and no one likes the weird, sad boy! And I know you bought me that dumb suit, but I’m never going to get invited to anyone’s dumb party because I HAVE NO FRIENDS!” Connor was screaming by the end, and ran from the kitchen, to his room, and slammed the door.
“Drama queen” Zoe said from the living room, only to be heard by no one.
Overhear from the bedroom of Cynthia and Larry Murphy later that evening:
“I’m still worried about Connor, Larry” Cynthia confided in her husband
“It’s like you said, he’s just a teenager. He’ll be okay. He always was a weird one. And never failed to be dramatic” Larry tried to reassure her.
“I know, but it’s just…I remember the stories I heard as a kid. From the stories great auntie Kaitlyn seemed to have trouble like that too…” Cynthia began to get more worried about her son with every passing second.
“Nonsense. Plus, I thought we were done talking about all this magic power hogwash” Larry half-scolded
“You’re right now I’m being ridiculous. He’ll be fine. He’s going to be fine.” Cynthia said, rather half heartedly. She was still very worried.