homomormon

[homomormon]

New life, the end

A year had gone by. The house was demolished, and work was done to revitalize the earth where the fire had spread. They worked on building a new house. Not where the old one had been, maybe up on the hill. That was the younger brother's suggestion. That way, when they made a garden of where their old house had stood, they could look over it. It was eventually agreed on. Work was tiring. They practically lived in a tent, but the insurance kept them going. Jeffrey had gotten a part time job, but it was stressed that he still go to school. John wouldn't have wanted anything bad to happen to him, so he build the house himself, with some help from actual people who knew what they were doing. Just in case, of course. He opted to build this house out of bricks, again, just in case. As more years went by, there was more to show for it. Until finally, it was inhabitable. With all the pride in the world, the two brothers stepped in to their new house, unfurnished. But it was lit, it was warm, and it had running water. It was a bitch to get here, stated John, but they were there. And it wasn't until everything was furnished, and they started their garden, that John finally started to settle down. "Hey John!" He heard his brother call from outside, and he sighed. When he had finally found his stupid little brother, he was crouched down on the ground, looking at something. "Look!" He was so excited when he turned to him, and John couldn't help but frown when he saw it. Flowers, growing from underneath their house. "Oh, I'm gonna have to ask if that's a problem." and he left, much to Jeffrey's disappointment. It was not a problem in the end, so they let them stay. Allowing their garden to overgrow, watching the vines take over a part of their house. It was beautiful, one had muttered. John couldn't remember who, and neither could Jeffrey. John wasn't sure how to feel, every year, when Jeffrey would chime in with "Spring's back!" because every year, he was disappointed. And now that things were looking up for them, he began to ignore the statement as being something so personal. Spring's back, that means the flowers will start to grow again. He never really expected to wake up to Spring actually being back, in his life, in his house, in his family again. "Hey." Silence filled the room, Jeffrey at John's side and their guest at the door. John kept his mouth shut. And he cried, after not letting himself feel things like anger or sadness in /years/, there he was, crying.

#john michaels #Mitchell Davis #seasons au #fic #but it's bad also Jeffrey doesn't exist anymore #it okay

[homomormon]

The right touch

Lights out early and in bed on time. That was Michaels' routine, as it should have been everyone elses. So imagine his surprise when he woke up--not even ten minutes after he had fallen asleep. He could hear his companion grunting rather loudly, and moving enough in his bed for Michaels to label it 'a lot'. He breathed out, sitting up and looking over to his companion. He was tossing and turning, laying his head down almost harshly. He'd stay still, grunt and move again. Michaels opened his mouth. "Zelder, what are you doing." There was no question, just tired words. The redhead froze, and then sat up rather quickly. "I'm /sorry/!" He quieted himself. "I'm sorry, I just--I'm not comfortable." Michaels stared at him, and noticed how panicked he really looked. So he stood up, Zelder grunting again and moving away from him. The dark haired boy reached by him and fluffed his pillow, even ushering him out of the bed and fixing the small sheet. Then, when he was back in bed, put the blanket over him. "Now go to bed." He barely got the words out as Zelder laid down, a content "aahh" escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. After a pause and getting back into his own bed, Zelder murmured a 'thank you'. Michaels replied, only to hear Zelder gasp gently from being woken up. He sighed gently, staying quiet so that his companion could get back to sleep.

#fic #elder zelder #elder Michaels #michelder #zelchaels #idk lol

[homomormon]

Phone call

Schrader held the phone up to his ear--it wasn't often that the Mission President called a district. Always written letters, so this must have been urgent. He barely got out his 'hello' when he heard the tone of his voice, now holding the phone with both of his hands. "What's going on?" He listened, and turned away from the prying eyes of the other district Elders. He swallowed, listening to the words of his peer. He shook his head slightly, letting out a small "I don't understand." And he didn't, and he wouldn't during that phonecall. He felt his heart sink and his stomach drop at his words. Your parents are gone, you have no home to return to, you can stay with me at MTC. None of it really registered with him, but it couldn't have been good. He left on a good note, a 'thank you' and 'see you then' with an attached 'I guess' at the end, once the call was done. He stood there, smiled as he handed the phone to their concerned Leader and still avoided eye contact. It made him nervous, and for once, he was grateful that his companion opened his mouth. "Alrighty, now that that's over with, let's stop playing who can stay quiet the longest and play a game that actually matters?" Neeley had earned a laugh from Davis, a few glances, and a reply. "We won't be playing any games. We'll be studying, like you should be doing." Michaels practically huffed with the fierceness of a teenaged girl, moving to his place back on the couch. Everyone scattered like they usually do, and no one asked Schrader what the call was about. Not until he went to bed, where his companion opened his mouth again. "What was that call all about, man?" Schrader sighed, undressing and ignoring the question. He didn't ask again, rather, made annoying whining noises until Schrader finally gave him the answer. "I don't know. It was about my parents." He shrugged, but obviously Neeley thought it was more important than that. He stressed what was going on, and eventually got the full conversation out of him. He didn't seem phased, until Neeley said it back to him in detail. His parents had left a note on their door, it had been for William when he got back from his mission. They moved, they apologized, they said he would be a great Mormon--not like they had been. The Mission President had offered a place to him for when he returned--and even seemed to suggest that he would be coming back sooner than later. Schrader cried that night, and did not sleep. Neeley stayed with him for most of it, unaware that his snoring was slightly comforting to his companion.

#fic #elder schrader #elder neeley #schraley #neelder

[homomormon]

Cover

Thomas wiped the tears from his face with his free hand--the other being held by his companion. It was being doctored, sterilized and covered. He had gotten a nasty gash while trying to get out some placements, and they quickly had to postpone and head back to their safehouse. He only really stopped his tears when McKinley placed a kiss on the band-aid, smiling at him. "There, all done and fixed and good." He was very proud of himself, so Thomas decided not to mention that it still hurt. Instead, he asked if they could stay home for the rest of the day. McKinley dropped his arms and gestured toward the couch. "Of /course/ my friend. There is no need for us to rush back in to action. In fact, it's just us here so who's to say anything?" Thomas allowed himself to laugh, sitting with his companion. They played games, but more importantly, really got to know each other. Talked about why exactly they were there, and agreed to keep it amongst themselves. Thomas found himself hoping--wishing, that they would end up the only Elders in this section of Africa. On days such as these, McKinley wanted to teach his companion a few steps. It wasn't until they heard that more Mormons were coming that he finally asked. They both knew, as time went on, it would only get more stressful. Thomas kept telling himself, keep your chin up. You got stuck with a guy that actually cares about you. And he'd smile, agreeing with his companion. Letting him convince him to learn his dance.

#mcthomasly #man that sounds like horse shit #thomakinley #better #elder McKinley #elder Thomas #fic

[homomormon]

Stars

Church enjoyed the stars on a normal night, and he was very pleased that they were all able to end the night on such a note. It was almost suffocating, outside of any populated area at night. Of course, it was something suggested for them not to do, which is why he did it in secret up on the roof. When ‘turning off’ your feelings didn’t work, he found that losing himself in this planet’s empty embrace helped calm his mind and center where he should be.

He liked to play with the idea that this planet was that of someone he knew, or possibly Joseph Smith, and that they were all his guests there. In the end he knew that wasn’t true, but when he reminded himself they as the human race, sons of God, were guests on this planet, he remembered to act the part.

It was still warm out, with a cool breeze coming by every now and then. It felt nice, he thought, as he wiped his moist forehead. The humidity was far worse than the heat. He pushed his legs out gently and quietly, laying himself down on his back and getting a better view of the infinity he had grown so fond of.

“Church?” A whispered question from behind him. He didn’t move, but raised his hand. He knew it was his companion, the only one who knew and swore not to tell.

Quietly he had made his way next to him, sitting down and looking upward. They stayed in silence for much too long, well aware that it was way past curfew. James raised his hand, placing it on his companions back.

“We’ll make it, Davis. God sent us here.”

He only recieved silence in response, as well as Davis looking over at him. He couldn’t read his expression in the dark; in the end, he laid down next to him and James knew he wasn’t feeling it either.

“Just watch the stars with me.”

#fic #elder church #elder Davis #this is practically canon and that's what I aim to do #churchavis #davchurch #idk ship names because no one ships the other actual companions #all y'all are lame.

[homomormon]

But wait

This wasn’t working; heavy breaths filled his ears, his heartbeat even louder. The sounds of him being out of shape blocked out everything else, but not for the one he was chasing after. The crunching of dirt underneath his feet alerted his companion, who wheeled around in something close to fear.

A moment passed, Cunningham doubled over. Panting. The look on Price’s face dissolved and he looked away.

Cunningham caught his breath, and stood up straight. “Buddy, hey–”

Price shook his head, wetting his lips. “No, Cunningham…I..”

The shorter of the two already looked heartbroken, but he kept his mouth shut. This was it, wasn’t it?

Price looked to him, and smiled, surprising the dark haired boy. “Thanks, buddy. I really needed a friend right now.”

He turned to walk away, and Cunningham followed diligently after him, letting Price explain just how they were going to clean the stains off his shirt. He was shaking, so Arnold grabbed his hand. There was a pause, and then breathy laughter.

#pricingham #I haven't really written in so long Jesus #elder price #elder Cunningham #fic

[homomormon]

Davis put weight on one leg, nodding and pointing to his friend. “Exactly! If you’re not going to be kind and courteous, don’t you think it’s a little hard to preach the word of someone who was just that?” He smiled, though he was still full of attitude.  Davis let his smile slip, and he put his arms down to look his companion in the eyes. “Right, you’ve got a point there, friend.” He let out a sigh, crossing his arms and looking to the ground. “How come there’s so much strife? I just don’t get it. We all have the same goal.” Church frowned, pulling his legs up, but not quite reaching his chest; which is where he had wanted them. He couldn’t just outright tell them the reason there was so much stress constantly, that would just create more stress. And as the self-proclaimed Dad--maybe more appropriately named guardian--of District 9, he couldn’t just give them another reason to stress. “None of us should be on that level.” His voice was flat, and it made Davis shift uncomfortably. He grunted, pulling his legs enough to hug them to himself, sighing out as he laid his head down, shutting out the vision around him. “I have to try harder.” Davis crossed his arms slowly, glancing at Neeley with a look of concern. He mouthed ‘what?` in distress and confusion, not really knowing how to approach the situation anymore.

Thomas was quiet, until they were once again alone. It had given him enough time to calm his tears, but not his breath. He held himself, looking off into an unknown corner--wherever that was in his mind, it was too complicated to make sense of. After he was sure of his words, he finally looked to his companion. “Connor, I don’t want this to end up the way they want it to. I know you don’t want to hear it,” he swallowed, his voice low, “but one this is for sure. We are Mormons, and Mormons should not and do not treat each other like that. Something is wrong, and you know it,” He let out a shaky breath, looking away from him again. He felt the tears coming back, he bit his lip in an attempt to keep them in. Michaels lifted his hand to meet his companions on his face just in time for him to physically urge him to the bed. He was surprised at the pain he felt from the simple action, but he smiled up at the red head. “I told you, Elder. We have a lot of work to do. I exposed him for his sins, nd he is getting reprimanded for his actions. That is all.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked past Zelder. “I think it is a good time to pray.” The door opening behind the gang outside caused a bit of a stir, which also caused the assailent to forget momentarily why he came outside. With a smile that was a little too convincing, he addressed the thick one. “Hey uh--buddy. Wanna help me make something to eat? My pa taught me how to make a mean curry back home.” There was a short laugh--awkward, in all senses. He avoided eye contact with everyone. Church moved out of the way, obliging to instead gently kick at the dirt beneath his feet away from the other Elders. Davis smiled, nodding to his friend and moving over to his companion. Maybe they could still make some progress tonight afterall.

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#mtraa #hate my life hate this stupid tablet UGH #so mad #do whatever you want with everyone #eventually church can go back inside and fucking brood #be there fr the phone call #ye

[homomormon]

Ah

#tbom #the Book of Mormon #elder price #elder Cunningham #elder neeley #elder Davis #I haven't drawn in forever

[homomormon]

Davis shook his head and breathed out an ‘Oh’ toward Neeley, sounding more like a parent about to chastise their child. “Some of us are just not as good at turning those thoughts off as you guys.” He smiled, standing up to get in front of his companion. With a hand on his hip, he shrugged the whole ordeal off. “It’s okay,” he said, delivering it as if he was the real decision maker here. He had pushed his hands out as if to wave the whole thing out of existence.  “he brought it on himself.” 

He shook his head at Church. “He has mean things to say to everyone, even the Africans!” He gestured off toward the village, lowering his voice slightly. “And let’s face it, that’s just racist.” He couldn’t help the rhythmic motion his body made, so he tred to speak over his body language. “He practically picks a fight with everyone, but he ain’t got the b-” Davis stopped himself, putting a hand up to his mouth. After a prolonged moment, he removed it enough to squeak out a small “Oopsie, turn it off.” and gently made the motion to do so.

He laughed, waving it off again. “Anyway, McKinley is a reasonable man. A man of justice. I’m sure he understands.”

“Why--why don’t you understand!?” Thomas had covered his face as soon as his companion had let him, taking one grand step away from him. He was on the verge of being hysterical, his breaths coming quick and heavy. He had muttered their phrase about twenty before he became silent. He shook his head and spoke, muffling his voice with his hands. “This didn’t happen by chance! It never does! This is what they /want/!” it was a moment longer before he finally removed his hands, his face betraying all his frustration and tears.

“This didn’t happen by chance. We’re not HERE by chance!” He pointed roughly down toward the ground, inhaling a sharp breath of air before letting his emotions swallow him. He sunk to the floor, his blubbering slow and painful. He muttered a few things in between his breaths, slowly. Thngs likem “I hate this”, “We were all set up” and “I can’t do this”. He covered his face again, feeling guilt in putting his companion in this position.

Schrader was amazed at how well Michaels had listened to him in getting him sat on the toilet, and staying still while he cleaned his cuts. He still had the cloth to his nose, and judging by how wet it was, he was sure his nose was broken. He sighed, shaking his head and not making eye contact. This was bullshit (forgive me heavenly father), for someone to act like this against someone who KNEW what they were talking about was just awful.

After Schrader had bandaged the first cut, Michaels spokeup, finally meeting his eye. “Where is Elder Zelder?” Schrader pursed his lips, flattening his fingers out over the small bandage he had just applied. “I’ll bring you to him when we’re all finished, alright?” an awkward laugh followed, and a few things bothered Michaels. Enough to make him furrow his brow, and lower his cloth. But his friend was quick to laugh again, and lift his hands up. “H-hey man, that look doesn’t suit you. I’ll fix you, I promise.” There was a hand on his cheek, and Michaels closed his eyes. This wasn’t a feeling he was used to. 

One hand on his cheek, the other on the back of his head, He was gently forced to look down,, and his cloth removed. Michaels heard Schrader say something as his hand moved to his nose, and he was only sure that he had said something along the lines of “this will hurt”, only after the fact. He had cried out, but he was muffled by Schrader’s hand. 

There was a lot of blood, Schrader noted in his head after he had repositioned Michaels’ nose. It still bled, but at least it wasn’t pouring now. He pressed the cloth back up to his face, and Michaels seemed to twitch, like he had been surprised, They met eyes again, and the broken one furrowed his brow again. “Where is-” He was cut off, watching Schrader laugh. It was silent, but he looked like he had just heard the best joke ever. Michaels wasn’t exactly amused.

It was probably ten minutes total before Schrader was able to fully remove the cloth, clean him up, bandage his small cuts, and deposit him into his room. Schrader tried to make a quick goodbye, sure that his idol hated him now, even when he tried to grab him as he left. Schrader didn’t look back. Michaels felt disappointment for the third since getting to Uganda.

He turned to look in his room, his eyes laying on his companion. “We have a lot of work to do, Elder.” His voice was small, but he wasn’t surprised. The devil had left him weak. The devil had left him with negative feelings, and he found himself wanting to retire early. 

Schrader made cautious steps toward their leader and his companion, only speaking up when he was sure he could, though he still sounded a bit scared. “Hey, um. It’d be awfully bad I think, if we didn’t eat dinner tonight. I’ll uh,” He huffed awkwardly, shifting in place and looking toward the kitchen. “clean the rest of the mess, and I’m sure Neeley will help make something.” There was an uncomfortable silence before he turned, stepping away and muttering “It probably won’t be any good.” before he was practically ignoring the Elders behind him and beginning his ‘search’  for his own companion.

@missionarymckinzey

#mtraa #i left some things out because i forgot them oops sorry #its better than before tho i promise you that #i also made it gayer #no more stress it ok woo #rly tho hope its ok

[homomormon]

Davis’ smile faltered as he lowered his hands to his stomach, looking to the ground as he slowly sat down next to him. He stayed quiet for a moment, soaking in what he told him, or maybe it was the humidity. He felt wet.  Pressing his palms against his own legs, he finally looked to his friend and smiled, for real. “Oh, Krebbs.” He shook his head fondly and looked away for a bit. “This is /life/, man. This,” He gestured dramatically in front of them, and then pointed back with his thumb. “this is what we signed up for. Hardships, challenges, helping people out, helping each other out too. That’s what our mission is.” He shok his head again, though this time as a cue from the noise inside. “Nothing is easy. It’s just easier to bear together.” He glanced over at Neeley, placing a determined, reassuring hand on his thigh.

Thomas’ let out a small gasp as Church rushed pst him, and instead of reaching out to stop him he brought his arms to himself. He didn’t see what had happened, but it must have been bad this time. After he heard the door shut, he moved toward his companion, finally seeing what the ruckus had been now that he could see inside the kitchen. He had to look away. He didn’t even register what was asked of him.

Davis had gasped too, but he was quicker to his feet than his mouth had been. He mad sure he supported Neeley on his suggestion, especially since he didn’t want to go out and break more rules. So he placed his hands gently but firmly on Church’s shoulders, pushing him until he would sit down. “Yeah, see? That’s so much better!” He made the motion to lightly brush off his shoulders before removing them. “There, get all that stress off your shoulders and relax. I mean,” He smiled to Neeley, hitching his shoulders and gesturing wildly again. “it’s like a party out here now!” He laughed a bit, but made sure to stay in his companions way.

Michaels hadn’t made a move until he was forced to, finally letting out another breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He closed his eyes and waited, knowing that that was probably the best reply he could give his ‘leader’. That man would get what was coming to him.

“You can’t just report him with one side of the story, Elder! You know as well as I do that Church wouldn’t do this unless-” He stopped short, pursing his lips at the sharp look Michaels had given him. He’d rather deal with anything Church had to throw at them than live another day with the Elders from Provo.

After an awkward silence, Schrader had made himself known again, stepping into view just as awkwardly. “H-hey.” He managed a smile, and leaned pretty far to offer his hand, nodding to his leader before looking back to Michaels. It took a moment, but his hand was taken and he was practically whisked way from the kitchen to a slightly more sanitary room, which was the bathroom.

Thomas looked down in what he was sure was shame.

@missionarymckinzey

#mtraa #ahhhh battery so low quick

[homomormon]

Davis kind of hated these days, even if he personally wasn’t sure he could actually feel hatred. He told himself t was hate--this mild disappointment in everyone around him, and his inability to do anything about it. He crossed his arms in what he knew was contempt, and gripped at his sleeves. This was going to be another long day.

Schrader pursed his lips-this guy was mad, but he couldn’t take two people on. Wait, that was a bad thought. Why go straight to fighting? These so called Mormons need to be shown the light that they’ve shunned since they all got there. He had smiled lightly to Zelder, nodding in response. He swallowed, though, glancing at him as he left. He didn’t want it to end like this, especially with the leader tageting him.

He smiled, though it was fake. “What, take after people who are actively following what the Church has taught us? I get you’re trying..bt if you had tried when you were training at MTC you guys wouldn’t be having these problems right now.” His words hurt even himself, and he grimaced. He shifted his view to nothing in particular and made to stand up; maybe not having dinner tonight was a good idea. He stopped halfway when he heard something break in the kitchen.

Davis opened his mouth in shock, and gasped gently as he was pulled away. This wasn’t the first time he had had to do this, and the worry on his face was for everyone, not just Neeley. There was an uncomfortable silence and as Davis heard voices inside he decided to speak up, if only for his friends’ sake. “H-hey, don’t worry about it. We’re not far and we can stay out here until things cool down.” He put on one of his best smiles and did his best to open his body language. He touched his own tie and pointed to Neeley’s. “Why don’t you loosen your tie a little? It’ll help us breathe in this stuffy air.” He looseed his own, to assure Neeley it was okay in the end. He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing his own arms as he avoided looking at the door. “Oh boy.”

“Blasphemy.” Michaels had reiterated at Church’s need for clarity. Yes, they were human, and humans made mistakes. But they didn’t make them on a daily basis, all day long. He would be wrong if he said he wasn’t surprised, which is why he hadn’t been holding onto the food plate as tightly as he should have. He only glanced at it, briefly blaming Church for ruining dinner before turning his eyes back to him. Yes, there’s that look again. This rage filled man knew he was right.

The impact still took him off guard and he fell to the floor painfully. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, the burning sensation on his face slowly dulling, while the stinging got worse until he felt warmth leaving his nose. He breathed out, finally looking at the floor where one of Satan’s pawns had left him, only to wonder if all that blood on the floor was really his. An expression of wonder came over him,.

It was the voice of one of the many missionaries in their district that snapped him out of whatever temptation and hypnosis he was under. He finally moved, feeling the stinging in more places than one and realizing that yes, that blood was his and it was from the broken plate on the floor. A shaky breath left his mouth-not something he had intended to do. He turned to look up at the man who left him like this, his hair obscuring his vision. 

It was Thomas’ voice that had broken the silence, his head barely poking into view behind his companions back, He had only asked what was going on because McKinley hadn’t spoken, and he refused to let him in. This night was pracically ruined because of his own stupud decision to speak up instead of be quie. His tears ell for a different reason tonight.

@missionarymckinzey

#mtraa #michaels believes that church literally just let the devil himself be transferred through his fist onto him so hes like wow im weak ughn #also incorporating davis long sleeves #thomas cryyuu #ok sorry for it being long

[homomormon]

A doodle of my boyo

[homomormon]

Davis averted his eyes from the others to regard his game partner. He let a sigh escape his lips, shaking his head slightly. “Their parents must not ave loved them enough.” His hand was up to his mouth as soon as the words left him, and after a pause he removed it just enough to apologize to Heavenly Father. He swallowed, allowing Neeley to take his hand of mostly hearts and looked him in the eye. He smiled gently, though. “Okay. A-and maybe we could incorporate that club trick of yours.” A small, almost fake left him as he stood up.

Schrader tensed himself at the response, even though he had expected it. One look at this place, why wouldn’t you? Though, he was happy that they didn’t leave. Letting a small--nervous--smile show itself, he tried not to be eager to keep Michaels seat warm for him.”I--” he started, then cleared his throat so he didn’t sound so damn (forgive me lord) happy. “I’m glad you guys stayed too. I..” He had lowered his voice considerably since he started talking, his hands balled into fists on his knees. He arched his shoulders, stretching his fingers out as he breathed. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without some sound minds grounding everyone here. Even me. I, “ He paused with a huff, wetting his lips and watching the two at the table. “don’t like thinking about the what ifs.” He avoided eye contact after that, feeling nervous over the whole situation.

Thomas didn’t smile at the endearing nickname in this moment, but only because he knew the others would tease him. Hee shook his head lightly, looking McKinley in the eyes. “Elder,” his voice wavered. “there is a big problem here. Latter Day Saints shouldn’t be filled with hate, especially not toward their own brothers.” He sniffed, raising his arms and pushing McKinley’s arms away from him without applying force. “This has been going on for a while now..what are we doing wrong that’s..that’s so wrong with what the Church has taught us?” He breathed out, shaking as he turned to finish placing the last cup where it needed to be.

Michaels took a total of two steps toward Church and the heat. There was no smile on his face as he regarded his fellow ‘brother’. “Oh, no, Elder. That’s only the icing on the cake, as I’m sure you’ve heard. What I’m talking about is misconduct. Sin. Rule breaking, and not just one.” He watched him for a second, his own annoyance flickering. He un-crossed his arms and took the platter, watching him. “Do you not care that most of the Elders here are practically embracing Satan himself?” he shifted his weight, waiting for Church to make a move to leave the kitchen with him. “I hate to ask this, but I doubt at this point. Do you even read and practice what Heavenly Father has left for us? Because all I see of you is blasphemous.” He wasn’t ever sure where the line was with Church. You could never cross it, or cross it three times over. He kind of doubted he’d start anything with their hands full, though.

@missionarymckinzey

#mtraa #no its just cause you like interacting with him lol #whoops sorry theyre all cute #because this is canon to whats shown instead of whose dancing with who lol #n stuff #idk we were weird shrugs #i like shiping everything anyway

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Davis shrugged it off, looking down at the deck and then sternly looking to his hand. He only looked up at Neeley’s distractd face for a second, oblivious to what was going on behind them. “Oh, another new rule? I don’t know about that.” He said playfully, placing down a four of hearts. “So if clubs is dancing, what is hearts?” He smiled, huffing slightly as he glanced down. He knew that was an innapropriate question with the ay he was thinking, so he just laughed it off gently. “The same, right?” He sounded disappointed, he didn’t mean to, and as he tried to rectify what was just said, he turned to look over at the appaling words he was hearing. His expression betraying all shock and disgust at once.

Thomas ruined his own train of thought by making eye contact with the red head on the couch. He was trying to tell himself it was okay, that Michaels hadn’t cared but at this point, did it matter? He pursed his lips as he walked past the table, grabbing the clean cups from the cupboard and placing them on the table one by one. He was shaking, but did not allow the tears in his eyes to fall until his companion was by his side. With his back facing his bullies, Elder..” Was all he got out, and it was barely above a whisper. He wanted to talk about this, it wasn’t just a one time occurance. It happens often. And it can be worse, too.

Schrader gave a smug smile at the remark, but ended up looking more fond of the two of them. “It’s no surprise that a good Mormon would be a good leader.” he looked between the two of them, and leaned down to watch the exchange. He was almost eye level with Zelder now, and he gave out the almost scripted laugh and nod in agreement when spoken to. He watched Thomas for a moment, before glancing at Zelder. “Both you and Michaels would make great leaders. It’s such a shame..” He breathed out, clasping his hands together. “Did you guys ever consider a transfer?” He asked, knowing the answer would probably be no. He considered his own Mission a blessing. But he quickly nodded his head towards Thomas as he stood up straight, only glancing at their current district leader as he passed them by.

And Michaels wasn’t about to admit to the way his heart skipped a beat whenever his companion complimented him like that. Or that it was partly his fault in walking into one of their housemates. No, instead he found someone else to pick on..or rather, point out their flaws. 

Church had laughed lightly, nudging McKinley gently toward the door. He always rushed him out of the kitchen when they were cooking. The heat didn’t treat him well, and he was astounded at how well he was taking the weather here. Though, he made sure not to lean against him or show any outward affection for his friend out of fear, he did give him an endearing smile. “Go sit down.” was all he said, before he realized there might’ve been a problem.

Michaels raised his eyebrows at their leader, crossing his arms as soon as he was done telling him dinner was almost done. He let him walk past him, looking down and wetting his lips. He took some slow steps into the kitchen and regarded the man cooking.

“So...who is /James?/” His mouth was turned down at the corners, but the line wasn’t delivered with any malice. Even if he had intended it to be, he knew better than to pick a fight carelessly. There was grease, and hot hard objects in arms length. No, this was all about being smart, not at all like the others. “You realize that if this district isn’t shut down before our two years are over, you guys could get banished from the Church/ forever?/”

@missionarymckinzey

#literally cant type rn with connor playing memes #the memes have stopped i told u this post was gonna be good now look what you did #man i tried im srry #church is all urs now #mtraa

[homomormon]

A small laugh barely escaped Davis’ smiling lips, his expression faltering just slightly. He reached down with little hesitation to start drawing cards after Neeley’s clever move. “Oh, it’s /fine/. It’s food, can either of us really complain? Would you rather go hungry?” He still smiled, knowing full well what Neeley’s answer would be. He placed down a 3 of clubs, holding his hand of cards against his chest. “Maybe after dinner more of us can play together. We could play old maid, even.” He moved his hand again, whether intentional or not. He wasn’t all that competetive.

Schrader breathed out, shifting his weight against the couch. He was careful not to push. “He can’t help it, he has to have someone protecting him at all times.” he scoffed, almost laughing at how pathetic it all was. He looked down at Zelder’s book as well, though his eyes wandered slightly to the left, since he was talking to him. But Michaels glanced, catching his eye with an almost judgemental look. Schrader cleared his throat, and smiled. “I often wonder why an idiot was chosen to be leader.”

Michaels closed his book quietly, shifting in his seat to face his allies. “I don’t often think about the rest of these hooligans. We know where we stand, and we know the potential we hold. The /only/ potential here.” He sighed, wetting his lips as he moved again to stand. He pocketed his book as he made eye contact with Zelder.

Thomas watched in silence as Church kindly instructed Mckinley on how to cook for the third or fourth time. He had laughed, nearly shaking with repressed laughter as he checked the meat. He told him they were done this time, much to Thomas’  delight. And he stood to attention when he was spoken to, nodding quickly. And he left the kitchen, much to his own dismay. It was time to set the table.

Almost immediately, Thomas had collided with Michaels, who grunted shortly with him, grabbing his shoulders tightly to keep him from falling over. Michaels was much taller than him, it was just something that happened sometimes. “Elder.” His voice was stern, and it took a particularly sad look from Thomas, an apology, and declaration that dinner was just about ready for him to finally let him go and walk past him. He nearly squeaked at the looks the others gave him, and went to set the table.

Michaels quietly checked the kitchen just to make sure Thomas was telling the truth, though he didn’t announce himself.

@missionarymckinzey

#mtraa

[homomormon]

I just can’t with this cast

#andrew rannells #kevin duda

[homomormon]

I turned whiter than I am now, but thanks to the production team, I got through it. At the end of the first act I came off stage and just burst into tears because that first half of the show was so intense —- and I got through it. At the curtain call, well, the theater is a family to begin with, but the people in this show are so incredible. Everyone watches out for everybody else. And at the end they just surrounded me and it was amazing, fantastic.

Kevin Duda, on his first performance as Elder Price (via fuckyeahthebookofmormon)

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