#I PULLED A FUCKING ALL NIGHTER BY TALKING TO SOMEONE ON DISCORD

[dumplingsjinson]

Okay so a lot happened this date lmfao, but lemme just summarise:

1. Met some of his friends. Initially was supposed to be 6pm-10pm, but we ended up drinking the night away. They were all dudes and I was initially uncomfy until I got them drinks in. Ended up at one of his friend’s house until 6am, drunk as fuck, drinking more and trauma bonding, and got back to his (cat guy’s) house at 7:30am. Basically pulled an all nighter for the first time and not even for a fucking assignment lmfao. Added 3/4 of them on Instagram because one of them left too early for me to be drunk enough to have the courage to ask for their instas LMFAO. Also ended up peeing in a bush (they all encouraged me then walked away lmfao) because I couldn’t wait till we got to his friend’s house and I think some passer by MIGHT have seen me skdksks. Also didn’t end up ice skating because my fuckass foot hurts. I ended up skipping my first day of uni because of the fucking all nighter I pulled due to the drinks and stayed at his house for the rest of the day 💀

2. His friend kept calling me a “secret” and saying cat guy was hiding me LMAO. Turns out cat guy never name dropped me and only told them he was dating someone, so I don’t think they knew who I was exactly until very recently (probably as recently as just two days before). There is only one friend who he’s talked to about me in a more extensive manner.

3. Found out he might be moving to another state in one or two years for a contractor job. Most likely for 6 months, and most likely not a permanent position, and might be coming back to our state anyway, so it’s probably temporary from the sounds of things. Nothing’s confirmed or offical, but I’m a bit worried as he can’t seem to do long distance but maybe that will change in the future lol, but we should probably focus on whether we’ll even make it for another 1-2 years LMAO. But yeah. I did think “What if I get hurt and we break up when that happens? That means all the time I’ve invested would have gone to waste. Maybe I should end things now and cut my losses?” BUT HEAR ME OUT, I also realise that would be very premature and a little stupid to do as again, nothing is set in stone yet and plans could very well change. At first when I asked him if we’d be okay if that happens, he didn’t really have an answer, but we talked a bit more about it and ended up agreeing we could probably work something out in order for us to manage if it ever happens. It could work, so I wouldn’t want to break things off early for no reason. So yeAH. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

4. Hopped on a Discord call with his friends for like 10 minutes then hopped off. He’s currently gaming right now as we speak lolol, I’m here laying in his bed on my phone typing this post skikdkd

#personal #love life rambles #cat guy chronicles

[middleagedmanyaoi]

someone legit just dmed me on discord out of nowhere to tell me i might be a little bit fucked. and then recommended me some supplements to help me quit cigarettes n shit. i fucking love discord. been talking to some random dude tripping balls on a heroic dose of mushrooms. sending me videos of his tv playing south park. yall gotta pull all nighters n shit more look at everything you can experienceeee.

also real talk its really fun to talk to ppl who have substance problems who are also like 30 years older than you and sober yk. you get to hear the fucking wildest stories. like the cocaine pitbull. ill never forget cocaine pitbull guy.

#it is 4:59 am.

[darkenokami]

help i think im in love

#I PULLED A FUCKING ALL NIGHTER BY TALKING TO SOMEONE ON DISCORD #WE WERE ON THE CALL ALL NIGHT #its like 5:00 in the morning and i see light #so ima gts rn and i feel so happy cuz he and i will meet up in july #we just met and we instantly clicked #i feel like we might have something going on #not sure but yeh gdyhufdn

[lillian-nator]

Ranch AU

Or, as we all call it, The Cowboy AU 

Essentially, this was something that I created, and it’s gonna be purely fluffy, with a small bit of angst here and there. Any of the angst will be hurt/comfort. It’s meant to make us all feel better after those fucking harsh lore streams. I started it, based off of some shit in the Dad!Schlatt AU, and after that I honestly didn’t write most of it. It had really been a project in the discord, because we were all sad and shit, so if you have some fluff to offer, please do! I am happy to make almost anything canon - and we could always use more ideas. :)

I hope you enjoy some mindless farm boi fluff!

BASIC INFO: 

It's SBI's Ranch (Phil is Dadza, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are his sons)

Phil, sells to the local stores, and manages the crops. He doesn't do too much labor anymore. He hired his boys for that.

Dream, SapNap, Purpled, Tubbo, Callahan, and Punz are all hired farm hands

George, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy work at the shop where they sell their products; Niki makes all of the dairy products, Fundy and Ranboo stock, label prices, and keeps track of sales, and George works customer service with his Gogy magic.

Wilbur works with the sheep, the goats, and he trains the dogs (Collies - they herd sheep), he also works with the crops a lot

Schlatt isn't hired but he might as well be. He can be found wherever Wilbur is, and is probably drinking a beer he stole from Phil. He doesn't get paid, but he eats all of their food.

Tommy works with the cows, the pigs, the chickens, the horses (sometimes), his goose, and the dogs / cats that they own

Tubbo works with Tommy. Essentially. But he also works on the crops, and the bee farm that they have set up.

Techno works with the horses, and is currently training to be a veterinarian.

Dream works on horses with Techno - they race the horses competitively - but otherwise, is where ever he is needed (usually crops)

Purpled works with Tommy and Tubbo. He mostly works with Tubbo on crops and his bee farm.

Punz and SapNap haul things. As your resident Chads, they are in-charge of moving heavy things and doing manual labor.

Callahan is their repair man. He fixes tractors, and machines on a daily basis.

SOME HEADCANNONS: 

HENRY, a saga:

that henry has a matching bandana to the one Tommy has so that everyone knows thats henry. Tommy doesn't like it when people touch henry so henry gets a bandana - Shark -

when Phil first started raising Tommy, he would've never guessed that he would turn out the way he did.

He was loud, and brash, and hit his brothers, and made fun of the neighbor's kids,  but then Tubbo became Tommy's best friend, and then Phil introduced Tommy to the cows.

The cows are Tommy's everything.

When a Bred Heifer is due, he sits with them everyday past their due date - he sat with Betty for 5 days when she wouldn't birth a calf. He was so fucking worried.

When one of his cows are sick, he sleeps in the barn until they get better. His last days with Harvey fucked him up.

Tubbo, Tommy, Purpled, and Ranboo spend long nights at the farm, and Tommy always leans against Henry as he stares up at the stars.

Henry who his best girl (all cows are girls and Tommy doesn't give a shit about gendered names). Henry who wears a matching bandana. Henry who is fluffy, and warm, and Tommy's everything. -

Sometimes when Tommy had a bad day, whether it’s stress, or school, or just whatever, Tommy sleeps in the Henry’s stall with her. Phil has so many pictures of Tommy curled up with Henry. From when she was first born to now. - Eye

Tommy hates winter because that’s the one time of year Phil won’t let him sleep in the barn. Even with the layers and heat lamps it’s too unsafe. Tommy always gets up extra early in the winter. Both because he has to check and break ice in the water troughs but also because he misses his girl - Eye -

Henry's mother, Betty, was the first Cow Tommy had helped during birth. He sat with her for 5 days when she hadn't gone into labor past her due date. It took 9 hours for Henry to be born, and Tommy was there through the entire thing -

Well, almost the entire thing. He was at school for the first hour of labor, and was so pissed at Phil when Phil knew and didn't immediately come get Tommy from School.

It always felt like Tommy and Henry had a special bond because Tommy literally raised Henry from birth. -

They didn't think Henry was gonna make it when she was first born, but Tommy was fucking determined, and bottle fed that cow every single day and night. When she was slowly weened off milk, Tommy got unironically sad that he didn't have to bottle feed her anymore.

He still visited her every morning, and milked her mother at dawn, right after he got eggs from his hens. -

Henry waits for Tommy at the end of their long ass drive way when he gets home from school. She knows that when the bus pulls up that her boy is back and so she’s always there waiting lazily for pets and a nice walk together back to the house. Even when it’s cold and someone is waiting for the kids to get home in an ATV or something Tommy always walks back to the house with Henry - Eye

Thinking about how long these fucking country roads are. And how Tommy and Tubbo have the same bus stop even though Tubbo and Tommy's houses are a couple of miles away. Tommy has to walk a mile to get to the beginning of his driveway, and seeing his favorite girl there is like a reward at the end of a journey. Tommy probably keeps a bag of feed in his backpack, which is just a mixture of grain, hay and corn, and gives Henry a handful to thank her for waiting for him.

Clementine, The Goose: 

Tommy has a goose, and names it Clementine. 

He found her in the woods one day, when she was very young, and he decided he was going to keep Clementine. 

Clementine is only ever nice to Schlatt and Tommy. No one knows why. 

Clementine follows Tommy around. Very endearing. 

Phil doesn’t question it at this point 

NEW MILO, the sequel:

OG Milo is a kitten that Wilbur found on the side of the road, in the rain, and he took the kitten in, trying to save him. Wilbur immediately got attached.

Techno pulled an all nighter, half spent  trying to save OG Milo and the other half comforting Wilbur. "You couldn't have helped, he was too starved and out in the rain for too long." Phil adds that if Techno can't save something, it can't be saved. - Ethan

Wilbur's next cat was named New Milo in honor - Ethan

Anyway, New Milo has three kittens. Blood God, Boots (given to Fundy), and Bumbles (given to Tubbo). They're called the Bees and they were born Christmas Eve - Ethan

BLOOD GOD, the pussy:

Blood God is Techno's cat. Its just a ferall little molly that loves techno too much. - M -

After Techno helped New Milo have her litter, he wasn't originally gonna keep any of the kittens, but he saw this tiny thing with the orange muzzle and just: stole her.

He is also nicknamed Blood God, for both his skill in hunting and healing

He originally named her Piglet because the orange spot looked like a pig snout [the main reason he chose her and not her stronger littermates] but called her Blood God teasingly when he first adopted her

Wilbur didn't realize he meant it as a nickname and told everyone her name was Blood God

Techno still calls her Piglet, but everyone else calls her Blood God because that's the name on her collar.

Most of their cats aren't collared, but Phil made her a custom collar because he was worried she'd get lost hunting with Techno and Dream - Ethan -

Blood God is such a batshit cat. She's a runt, really, oddly small compared to her siblings, and she's their best mouser

She's the cat that everyone leaves scraps for, but never tries to pet out of fear

Often she'll climb up people's legs and sit on their shoulders, and it's the only time you can pet her.

She is very, very affectionate with Techno and he loves her very much. He has her very well trained, and she comes with him and Dream when they go hunting sometimes alongside a terrier.

She's a little itty bitty calico molly and she has an orange patch right over her muzzle - Ethan

TOMMY'S HENS, the chicks:

He gets real defensive of his hens. They lay eggs for him. They deserve to be treated well. -

Tommy does in fact have an egg incubator; Sometimes it's just better. Tommy prefers letting his hens care for their own eggs, but he does still use the incubator - Ethan -

Some chickens enjoy being thrown so they can flap and shit. A few days after passing ownership of the hens to Tommy, Phil is going down to the crops and just sees Tommy chucking his hens and watching them rush back to be thrown again

he feels a hint of "what the hell" but he notes the gentleness tommy does it with and how the chickens seem to be enjoying it and he shrugs and keeps walking - Ethan -

Once Wilbur was helping Tommy with the chickens and he dropped an egg

Unfertilized, of course, but Tommy looked like you'd just punted a toddler

Three years later, Wilbur isn't allowed to touch the eggs anymore

Tommy's paranoid he'll hurt a live one

"Get out." "What - Tommy it was an accident, it was just one egg." "If you aren't gonna treat Phoebe's eggs with care; You can get the fuck out." "Tommy -" "Out." -

the quality chicken eggs depends usually on how the chicken feels. While under his care, the eggs the chickens produced were really good.

Under Tommy's care? Phil's eggs tasted like horseshit in comparison - Ethan -

They have their like, main barn and to the side of it is a little pond. The chicken coops are a little beside it, with the singular duck coop (he only has four ducks) closest. He calls the area the Business Bay

AGES: 

Tommy - 16 Tubbo - 16 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17

Techno - 19 Wilbur - 21 Schlatt - 19 Phil - idk like 45 or some dad shit

Fundy - 18 Niki - 19

SapNap - 18 Dream - 19 George - 20 Punz - 19 Callahan - 20

RANDOM HC’S: 

Tubbo, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy are siblings. -

Whenever they eat meat they talk about who they're eating. 

They tell stories about their day and such but they always start dinner, when its meat, saying "rip lmao" and telling stories about them

...they don’t do it when they eat beef

Everyone sitting down with their plates of ham Wilbur: so who was it? Phil: Fern Tommy, already eating: rest in peace fern Techno: he shat on my boots once -

Each of the boys get a few animals that aren't allowed to be butchered.

Wilbur has Friend, Enemy, and Skit the Bull. (Wilbur wanted to name a Bull "Shit", but Phil said no because Tommy was 11 and already swearing too much for his liking)

Techno has none of the livestock. He only cares about Blood God, and his horses.

Tommy has a pig [currently unnamed], his Hens (6 or 7 of them, that lay eggs), and his dairy cows -

Phil is ALWAYS chewing on straw. -

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur all call Phil "Pops" or "Pop". They all used to call him "Papa" though. It's like a coming of age thing for the three of them, when they stop calling him "Papa" and start calling him "Pop".

Phil may or may not have cried when Tommy started calling him "Pop" at the age of 12.

ALTHOUGH, all 3 boys know that if you want anything, you call Phil "Papa". Phil can't resist it. -

Techno and Tommy with starry eyes: pops Phil: no Wilbur: Papa Phil, with slightly less confidence: n-no   - Ethan -

Tommy holding a baby calf in his hands that he walls to bring inside for the night because hes in love with her: papa please!! Phil, practically in tears: fine.   - M

#tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbursoot #schlatt #jschlatt #technoblade #philza #philza minecraft #dream #dreamteam #dreamwastaken #george #georgenotfound #sapnap #punz #purpled #callahan #ranboo #fundy #niki #nihachu #ranch au

[amazingphilza]

study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

tommyinnit

i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work

mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow

“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”

“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”

“your guess is good as mine”

“just cheat and google the answers!!!”

“fuck you”

he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework

five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like

“hey y/n”

“what now?”

“let’s play bedwars”

“oh my god shut up!!!”

if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying

if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own

“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math

besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem

“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything

you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”

“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”

tubbo

i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math

like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra

CODING GO BRRRR

no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad

if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out

“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”

you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later

“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”

like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh

“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”

but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online

i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;

“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh

tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together

if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part

“we definitely aced this project”

“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”

“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”

ranboo

okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless

half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !

the other half is him making fun of you

“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”

“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”

“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”

i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh

besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things

don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class

also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something

“i am a certified cpr person”

“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”

you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH

“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”

“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”

“arghhhh i knowww”

“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”

wilbur soot

he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography

i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely

who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?

i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited

“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”

“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”

is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj

unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway

probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes

i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much

but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D

philza

this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject

he’s an old man so /hj

but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school

if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,

statistics things ! sobs

if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard

“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”

“do not drop out”

“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”

honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D

like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”

expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .

technoblade

like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!

def knows a decent bit of literature too

besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful

even if he was supposed to be an english major

he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things

“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”

“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”

“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”

“that isn’t how it works—”

“bruhhh”

if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh

it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno

he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have

if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich

“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”

“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”

“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”

“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”

“you’re the worst”

then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him

#dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp headcanons #sbi imagine #sbi x reader #sbi headcanons #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt headcanons

[poguesgold]

how did you feel about season? i know most people liked it better than season 1 but i’m not sure how i feel yet🤔 might need to rewatch it

okay this ended up soooo long so i'm giving a tl;dr review here and if anyone cares to read my insanely long thought dump you can feel free. this part is spoiler free also!!

cons: i think they should have further developed the s1 storyline rather than conjuring up an entirely new treasure and conflict; i don't think they did the characters justice a lot of the time, particularly kie and jj; too much yelling and running not enough hanging out; the finale cliff hanger was a stupid writing choice

pros: cleo!!; pope-centric plotline!!!; amazing jjpope moments in the improv sequences; never a boring moment; rafebarry oh my god????; neck kiss shirtless wrestling holding hands standing unnecessarily close jjpope rot; just a straight up nine hour long adrenaline rush and i love that shit.

overall: i definitely did not like it more than s1, but i still REALLY loved it. i think it's worth the watch, just don't go into it expecting good writing or realistic injuries or a comprehensive plot LMFAO. what saves the season is the pogues' chemistry and their improv sequences, for real. and cleo. you WILL get angry about the shitty script and characterization if you’re really invested in that part of things, but as far as vibes and dopamine high it was awesome. it was a fun watch and i'll definitely rewatch at least once to soak it in properly

please this is going to be soooo long i apologize in advance. but i have a lot of thoughts. also ⚠️⚠️spoilers ahead!!⚠️⚠️

most of this review is going to be criticisms tbh so sorry for that but this show kinda sucks (affectionately<3)

i thought season 2 was an absolute TRAINWRECK as far as writing goes. jonas pate was basically like. this season we're going to have an even BIGGER and BETTER treasure!!! but the exact same thing is going to happen. like. we already had gold. and that's what they were going to the bahamas for at the end of season 1 for anyway????? it would have been so easy to just develop the original storyline further, i just cannot figure out why they would completely abandon it for another mediocre storyline. (i LOVED that this other mediocre storyline was pope-centric and the main character energy he was given this season. but. they. could have done that?? with the first storyline?????)

i hate that they brought big john back so so much. SO much. literally it was the stupidest most idiotic lazy cheesy plot choice in the world. it doesn't make sense, we like saw his literal bones at one point like his lifeless corpse, and WHY would they bring back a key character from the PREVIOUS ARC when they created an ENTIRELY NEW CONFLICT AND PLOTLINE FOR THIS SEASON???? jonas pate stuck it in for shock value and cliff hanger in hopes of securing a season 3, and i hate him for it. he's such a terrible writer white men have it so easy

someone in the neck kiss truthers discord earlier pointed out that jb's dead father returning after like a year and a half of thinking he was dead would probably be more traumatic that healing at this point, and i agree so much. also, you know that they're not going to use it for good either way. they're going to use his dad coming back as a way to further traumatize him somehow because obx writers are jombeephobic. and i wouldn't put it past them to bring him back just to kill him off again. jonas pate wants to write john b torture porn and i am TIRED of it

my least favorite thing about season 2 was the characterization. they really did just disregard the characters they created in season 1. kie was completely ooc for like three episodes, and it wasn't because she was mourning. it was just shitty writing. she had no character outside of her relationships this season, which has been my fear from the very beginning and why i have never wanted kie with any of the pogues. season 2 diminished her character to the female love interest, and that just sucked so bad for her.

whether you're a jjpope or not, season 2 completely changed their friendship dynamic. the only time we got glimpses of the season 1 jjpope dynamic was in the improv sequences when rudy and jd took it upon themselves. also during their hugs LMFAO. which is also an acting choice. the writing completely disregarded their friendship and dynamic. it was weird as fuck it was all weird. i also hated that kie and sarah's scripted interactions were just them talking about boys. another case of friendships again being completely disregarded for the cishet relationships. 

i just really feel like all of the characters were handled poorly this season, which is crazy because literally ALL we asked for was backstory and character development and pogue screentime. but jonas pate instead decided to write ten episodes of nonstop running and yelling and fuckinf adrenaline, with an ooc script. for funsies

i feel like the magic of season 1 was lost. the vibe of season 1 that makes it so comforting and rewatchable and lovely is sort of just lost in all the silly plot. we see snatches of it here and there, but they feel crammed between unnecessary action scenes and stunts and shouting when we would have been happy with ten episodes of the pogues hanging out in each other's bedrooms.

NOW IM GOING TO TALK THINGS I LIKED OKAY OKAY

i seriously DID love watching it. we pulled an all nighter in the neck truthers discord and binged the entire season and the adrenaline of that kept me going for the rest of the week. it was literally fucking insane absolutely batshit and i LOVED it. the writing was horrible but like. it's obx we know it isn't good LMFAOO. it's part of the charm

i definitely don't like it more than s1, but i did still like it a lot. i LOVED how pope centric it was, like he fr had such main character energy this season and it was wonderful. even though the storyline was weird and didn't make sense jd did so well lolol he did so wonderfully. i loved seeing pope get the attention he deserves this season.

JJPOPE MOMENTS. i was definitely sad they didn't have an arc to themselves like they did season 1, but oh my god jd and rudy FED US with jjpope improv moments this season. the NECK KISS? the WRESTLING? every single one of their hugs?????? they're insane. it sucked that they really didn't have any scenes alone but we take what we can get.

SPEAKING OF GAYS LET'S TALK ABOUT RAFEBARRY. because?? oh my god??? first season it was like a crack ship and then season 2 came out and... what are we supposed to do ignore it? they are literally??? gay????? it's jarring they're insane. i am so so invested in them it's kind of unreal how deep i got into this ship in such a short amount of time (follow @rafebarry babies <33)

cleo. i love cleo. the best new thing to come out of this season for sure. clarah is coming strong i can feel it and i am SO ready. i know that they're most likely going to move toward a cleopope romance next season, which i don't hate? i'm bothered only because a) it's obvious it's mostly being done to get pope out of the way for jiara, and b) i think people often push two dark-skinned characters into a ship just because they're both dark-skinned, and that yucks me out. but i will say i really liked their moments together in s2 and i think they could be really good together if they're canon s3 (which they probably will be.)

overall like. it was a fun watch. i retained like 2% of the plot i was just there for the vibes and dopamine high and that was totally fine. i want to take the pogues out of jonas pate’s greedy little white man fingers and give them the character and relationship development they deserve, but we can’t have it all i guess. the cinematography this season i think i liked better than season 1, wasn’t a huge fan of that weird yellow filter tho. also the lighting. obx lighting guys get demoted challenge. umm yeah season 1 supremacy but season 2 had amazing vibes

#jesus clearly i haven't talked about this enough yet #send in other asks if you want i'm absolutely insane #sorry if there's typos i am not reading through this again #if i'm incoherent you'll just have to deal #asks #s2 asks

[king-cleirigh]

Mun Prompt 22-30

22. What’s a controversial opinion you have regarding RPing: Face Claims. I don't care... I'm using the persons FC not their likeness. I could care less what they said, did or who they support. Fuck 'em if they're Assholes and they should rot in the darkest pits of hell if they did something truly wrong. I just want to RP without getting random ANONs about a FC that I don't really care about. Know that I'm only using them because their gifs matches what I need not because I support their BS.

23. Do you have any RP horror stories you’d be willing to share: I have A LOT of horror stories. As everyone knows this is my last try at a group RPG. I rather give it up completely than continue if something horrific happens.

24. Has an FC ever been “ruined” for you because of another player: Gemma Arterton and Landon Liboiron. There's a few more FCs that I thought were ruined for me but as soon as I watch something with them in it, I'm in love again. There are a few that are darn good actors or people IRL that I can't stay mad or have them ruined them for me.

25. Have you ever met someone IRL from RPing: Yes. A few people. Krista, Sammi, Stacy and Angel... I think there's a few that I am missing. I've also video chatted with a few of my RPing buddies. I have a few more that I talk to or text on a daily basis.

26. What’s the latest at night you can recall staying up til due to RPing: I pulled a few all nighters lol. If all nighters doesn't count... I would say 5 AM.

27. Have you ever called out of school/work to RP: No.

28. Have you ever RP’d AT school/work: Yes. I used to bring a notebook to work and write out all my replies, so when I got home I just needed to type them up. At University I always had a seperate computer screen open where I could make or draft replies.

29. What’s your favorite part about RPing: Rping is my escape from the real world. It's my way of having fun and forgetting about my struggles. My favorite part is tied between building connections between characters and RPing to develop my characters more. I've been playing a few characters for nearly a decade now and they aren't the same people I've started with. I love that.

30. Selfie of the mun in Discord: SURE! Coming right up.

#prompt #cofcprompt #Mun Prompt

[another-weather-story]

A Summer Breeze Through Winter: Act 1

Chapter 4: Adadata Keeps Data

Gean

The second day of school brought more stress. Last night I helped Otoro create a Discord account and made a server with Ian, Z, and him. The group talked until the sun went down, and even when Otoro had to go home we chatted. We pulled all-nighters and were fucked up by the time the sun came up. All of us forgot we still had school the next day.

I didn’t have time for breakfast, nor time to completely pack my bag. I forgot one of my binders and my stationary. But I did stick to routine and left my house early for school. I dropped Rara off at her middle school and everything else was pretty normal from there. School was what threw my train off the tracks.

There was another girl waiting at the front of the school.

Usually I would be the only one here as I left my house and arrived at the building around 30 minutes earlier than I needed to. 40 if I'm lucky. Today I was an hour early, so seeing her here at this hour surprised me.

I casually walked over and pretended to not see her. Claiming my spot by one of the main bushes, I sat down and pulled out my phone.

After about ten minutes the girl came up to me.

“Uhm…” she began.

I looked up at her. “What do you want?” There was no way I was sane enough to normally talk and communicate. Not right now.

“Do you know when the school opens..?”

“Maybe 20 or so minutes from now. Are you a freshman?”

She looked nervous. “Mhm. How did you know?”

“No other student has been here with me at this hour and I haven’t seen you around.”

The girl seemed to understand. In hopes that that would be all she wanted to talk about, I looked back at my phone and tried to ignore her again.

A minute passed.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

‘Won’t she just leave me alone?’

“Gean.” I tried to sound tired.

“Gean?” She smiled. “I like that name. I’m Mayodo- er, Adadata. Sorry, I’m from Japan and sometimes I forget that people here in America use their first names exclusively.”

Adadata wouldn’t stop talking. She went on a rant about her childhood in Japan and how hard learning English was for her when she was 9. No matter how many times I just muttered in response and made it clear that I was more interested in my phone than her, she still continued.

I looked at the horizon. 'Lord, save me. What have I done to deserve this?'

People gradually began to arrive and wait with us for the last couple minutes until the school opened.

“Say, I heard a name similar to yours on the news. That’s crazy! Was that you?”

I groaned silently.

“I heard someone like Gean went camping and got lost last year! He was found around the beginning of the new year! Hey, if that was you, then you got lucky. The boy you were stranded with looked beautiful.” Adadata sighed pleasantly. "My, that had to have been you."

The boy she's talking about must be Otoro. I couldn’t disagree that he was beautiful but that didn’t mean I wasn’t tired of her shit.

From what she's said, she watches news. Just a logical guess since she must have seen a visual representation of Otoro to deem him as pretty which would mean she didn't just hear the news around town. So that must also mean she knew that Otoro was on the verge of death when we were found, and yet all she focused on was how handsome he was.

Otoro rolled up soon after with Akasai again. I stood up and walked over to him, abandoning Adadata gladly.

“I’m so gonna die.” Otoro laughed. “I nearly passed out walking here."

“You don’t say.”

I looked back at her one last time and saw her eyes become hearts upon the sight of him. Forcefully I asked him, “Hey, I feel faint. Can I lean on you?”

Otoro seemed hesitant, but agreed. As we walked into the building, I maintained eye contact with Adadata while resting my head on his shoulder with my arm wrapped around him.

She seemed to lose any sort of respect she had for me before upon the sight of this.

She would be trouble one way or another. I could feel it.

#ASBTW

[tolerateit6sabe]

I joined a discord server due to mutual interests and really hit it off with the people there. It was really surprising, but super fun, and I pushed myself really hard to put myself out there because I constantly hide in the shadows terrified that if I say anything, someone will misinterpret it as an insult and get mad at me (also known as me telling the teacher I was tired and her assuming that meant her class was boring, no ma’am, I’ve been pulling all-nighters with almost no naps for the last two days stfu). But I really tried with this one and...the weird thing is that it worked. They were actually reciprocating. I wasn’t being told to shut up or butt out or any of that. I was making friends for the first time in two years.

I was thrilled and texted them a lot, but was super nervous that my partner would think that I cared more about these guys and this discord than them. Now, to be PERFECTY clear, my partner has actively been helping me fight this mindset for the entirety of our relationship. They are actively supportive of me hanging out with friends, model the same behavior, and encourage me to find people with similar interests. This fear has nothing to do with them and everything to do with my parents (as fucking always).

On this one, gotta give credit to child me, I knew what was up. My mother and father never had to say that they were incredibly jealous of my relationships with other adults for me to know that I was not supposed to get close. And I don’t mean in any weird way, I genuinely just mean respecting and looking up to a teacher or another family member. I knew I was supposed to keep just a few steps back, that my mother and father were always supposed to be my number ones and twos and threes and tens. If I found inspiration off of others or enjoyed the fact that they treated me better, I felt crushing guilt because I knew how upset my parents would be with me forming any sort of relationship with another adult figure. My mom spoke on my brother’s behalf A LOT (he and I have slowly been patching things up) and instilled in me a similar belief; I had to put them before anything and everything else by a LONG shot. No one was ever permitted to come close.

Part of me wonders if this is why I never got really close with most of my friends. I just...knew it would upset them. This was confirmed to hell and back when I started living away from them and became close friends with my future mother-in-law. She looked after me during the pandemic along with my partner and, although I struggle with getting close because she was also abusive as SHIT towards my partner and I will never forget or forgive that, I eventually realized the only difference between reality and not was the label. She had become a second mother to me, had mentored me in all the things a mother should, had taken me in and called me her own. She had treated me far better than my own mom, to be honest (I think this is largely because I was not there as a baby, but it’s still the case). Their father had done a lot of the same things during his lifetime (he was the far worse abuser though so he and I were never nearly as close), and the two of them had helped to transform me from the scared child my parents had cultivated into a thriving and independent adult. Whether I even like it or not, my mother-in-law is a second mother to me.

I think we all see where this is going. So, here’s a bit of background. My mother got lymphoma last year and, when she called to tell me, she was prepared to talk me out of coming back to look after her. I didn’t offer; I wanted to, but I bit it down because I had bigger responsibilities where I was. My partner had been abused violently their entire life and only my presence was keeping that from starting again; I would NOT allow them to end up in a hospital because of their father’s fucking entitlement to his rage. I consoled her and told her that if she needed anything from me, I would do it in a heartbeat. My mother was deeply offended that I had not offered to come, and voiced as much. I apologized, explaining my logic, and saying that my presence here was potentially saving my partner’s life while going up to stay with her would provide only emotional support (although I didn’t voice it, I was aware that going up there by myself was actually a death sentence for my family ties because I was in the middle of recovering from their abuse and knew that I would not be able to hold my tongue if they started something).

Despite me expressing very clearly that I was staying for my partner, and having been extraordinarily clear when I moved out to stay with my partner that I was going to protect them from their parents’ abuse, my parents magically decided that I had stayed to help my mother-in-law with her cancer (yep, she had cancer too, it was far more severe and she had been on death’s doorstep since my partner was four) and because I liked her more. This has been a constant battle between us now, with me eventually blowing up on them and saying I had made it clear that my partner was a top priority. My mom replied that I should just own that my mother-in-law mattered more to me, refusing to listen to anything I said, and I eventually told her to drop it after repeating myself for MONTHS. She had the gall to say I refused to listen to any of her feelings, and I blew up, screaming that she had acted like that towards me a thousand times while I had actually been there for her throughout everything. The conversation ended very tersely, but we were at least on speaking terms. It took my father and I months to return to speaking terms, and now I just refuse to mention anything about my mother-in-law around them. My mother notably said that if I had put it in the terms of me being concerned about her, then she would have been fine with me staying away. But no, because I thought of my partner instead, she was Pissed. Since then, I’ve been placating them by twisting every decision I make into terms of how it will affect them. The worst thing is that it’s worked. Things have smoothed over and our relationships are better. Well, easier for me to survive anyway.

Sorry, that was a super long lead-in. TL; DR: My mother acts like a possessive girlfriend with me and my father backs her up in everything.

My partner has been nothing but supportive in trying to help me deal with my mother’s behavior, but I’ve even pulled back a little from my mother-in-law against my own active efforts to fight her words (trauma’s a BITCH). When I was chatting with the server, I checked in consistently with my partner to make sure they were happy with how much attention I was giving them, and they always replied in the affirmative. My partner is very straightforward and doesn’t lie, doesn’t do passive-aggressive (my parents favorite fucking tactic), and has about a billion of my traumas to keep track of, so I am not blaming them for the next part. I blame my fucking parents for never allowing me to actually have people to rely on.

I promised my partner to let them know when it was seven so that they could get back to work from their break, and my brain completely deleted this information. I finished up my work and was chatting on the server when my partner stirred, and I noticed they were doing their playful pout. I asked what was up and they reminded me that I was supposed to get them at seven; it was eight. I had completely forgotten not only to get them, but that we had the conversation in the first place. I apologized and went over to hug them, and they joked that I had cared more about hanging out with my friends than being with them. I Froze. That was the exact sort of comment my mother made all the time, the ones she had hounded me with while I lived with her, the one she had leveraged against me ever since I had moved out and began a new life of my own. And it had been my biggest fear of joining this server.

To spare you the details, I had a complete breakdown, and my very confused and very scared partner comforted me for hours until I was able to talk to them. I explained what had happened and they were horrified, apologizing and promising not to do it again before affirming that they had not been upset at all; the idea was so laughable they had made a joke of it. And the thing is, they’re right. They’re my whole world, my everything, my favorite person in the universe, and they know it even though we’ve only been together for a fraction of the time I’ve spent with my parents. But they know it. Because they’re not an insecure, childish little prick!

They’ve been snuggling and taking care of me, and I feel a lot better (well, depressed af but that’s better nonetheless) but I know I’ll be skittish around the server for the next few days, even with their active encouragement and joy that I found people to befriend. And I hate my parents for that. I hate that they find a way to destroy everything even after years of recovery, that they still have so much control over me, that their words still shape the world I see.

I wish things had been different.

#don't worry about responding #just sad and grumpy #and so tired #seriously if anyone comes for my partner i will fight you #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #tw: abuse #tw: abuse mention

[ninemoons42-lestallumhaven]

(I was asked to continue with this astronaut AU and I got caught on the idea of how a musician/photographer could have met a software engineer who happens to do a lot of work on a space station, and this was the result, and thanks to @stopmopingstarthoping for asking for this.)

Quick Fic Pick 72: can you see me, major?

The bed looks awful good, Prompto thinks, the bed looks awful good and so do the threadbare blankets, so do the squashed-flat pillows, but -- every step he takes causes him to shed an awful amount of glitter onto the cold tiled floors and he curses the cheap beer and the hangover that’s already creeping in around the edges of the back of his mind, and he forces himself to head into the tiny bathroom.

He maybe curses the piano he’d been stuck with -- something fatally wrong with the pedals -- he’d had to improvise and go without any of the usual three and as a result his ears are still ringing, because the little bar had already been too loud and then his songs had been discordant, harsh, stripped bare of sostenuto and of legato, and he’s never never never doing anything like that ever again -- worst comes to worst, he’ll improvise on an electronic keyboard.

Anything but that jangling shit sound that’s still maybe sawing at his nerves even after he washes his hair three times, even after the water goes lukewarm and he leaves a trail of swirling spiraling sparkling muck on the shower drain.

Maybe he should have taken the sleeping tablets that Iris had tried to press on him. Maybe he should have smuggled Holly’s pot into the venue. Sleeping’s the farthest thing from his mind, here in this lonely shoebox of a motel room, a hundred miles from home and he can’t just make a beeline for his actual own quarters because he still has shit to do in the morning.

Shit like -- he groans, and lays out his only “get in front of the cameras and smile” outfit out on the bare shelves of the tall thin closet. Black button-down shirt, neon-green tie, undershirt, boxers, red-striped socks.

The bed fits him exactly: it is as long as he is and as wide as he is, and he curls himself up into a miserable ball of blanket and pillows, and he goes to charge his phone and he has to look, he has to look, because he can’t breathe and he misses his room and all the other things that live in that room. The ginger cat that belongs to the family next door, that spends most of its nights sleeping on top of his baby grand piano. The safe that contains his hoard of film cartridges for his analog SLR camera. The equally secured crate with its multiple lock-holes for his digital cameras.

All he has for this trip is the usual, which is his smartphone, which is now exactly two years, eight months, and three days out of date but it’s still got the single best camera he’s ever encountered in this kind of thing and so he’s gonna hold on until the thing breaks itself into little bits and pieces of shattered glass and circuit boards.

Fortunately the image he needs to look at is -- freely available online, freely remixable.

Impossible to find a comfortable spot in this bed so he just flops back onto the pillow and swipes to the image, the first file in the camera roll on this device.

The image is labeled “sand dunes” on the ’net, and he’s long since given up on complaining that it just doesn’t do any justice to the actual view, and he feasts his eyes, and thinks about letting go of the day and of the night and of all of the aggravations in his life.

Calm and dynamic all at once: looking straight down from the Eos Space Station, the image shows off the dusty-golden sands of the Leide deserts, and the single rarity of Lake Hammerhead, still and huge and the perfect reflection of the blue skies in that region. Cloud formations in the image cast shadows onto the sands and onto the lake’s shores, and in the lower-right corner, still mostly clear when he swipes to zoom in, are the hundreds upon hundreds of specks of captured movement: the migration of a massive herd of coeurls.

Every time he looks at the image he finds new details: a statue casting a strange shadow, a particularly elegant curve of dune, new and different phantom shapes in the cloud formations.

Every time he looks at the image he finds himself being able to take a deep clean breath: it must be the colors and the lighting, or it could be the idea of that oddly suspended serenity that he finds in the tension between the clouds and the coeurls and the shapes in the sand.

He takes that breath, and the words fall almost gently into his mind, the line fully formed and he swipes to one of the note-taking apps and locates one of his documents.

Maybe this is the line that completes a stanza, or this is the line that begins the chorus -- the idea blows softly away and he lets himself focus on the one thing, the important thing, which is -- capturing the line.

Sailing shadows in a summer-spark sky

He numbers that line, following all the others he’s already drafted, and he hums quietly to himself and the memory of the image allows him to stay calm, and veer away from the usual stresses of creating something new and something he’s never heard before.

And then, just because he can, he switches to a different document in the app, and reviews the story behind the image of Leide, taken from space: the name of the photographer. How the scene had been captured in the first place. Nothing more or less than a complete accident, a calibration of image sensors, a mistake.

It’s a damn pretty mistake, Prompto thinks, and he falls asleep and dreams of stars sparkling embedded in those desert-stretch ripples -- stars that are still winking in the dawn a few hours later, when he’s woken up and asked to get dressed and this is the last time he’s participating in one of those early-morning news-magazine shows.

He can’t quite smile, when he’s ushered into the green rooms and he crosses his arms atop the nearest horizontal surface, puts his head down, thinks of coeurls on the run and closes his eyes --

“This seat taken?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll -- leave you to it then.”

Some impulse makes him shake his head a little, and groan, and mutter, “Sorry. I swear I’m not usually rude like this. Not enough sleep.”

“Ah. Well,” and is there something familiar about that voice? But his head is so heavy, and the climate control in the room keeps his sleeves cool and comfortable. “Been a while since I pulled the good kind of all-nighter.”

“There’s no such thing,” Prompto says, and he sighs and keeps his eyes closed when he straightens up. He only turns his head in the direction of the other voice. “And I’m telling you that as someone who has to do all-nighters all the fucking time.”

“So what are you doing up so early?”

“Beats me,” he says. “Not like I’m even supposed to be singing, they want me to talk about the other thing,” and he raises his hands, pretends to hold up a camera, pretends to click the shutter button.

“Ah. That’s a little different from singing, isn’t it?”

He snorts. “A little and a lot.”

“Just so.”

Before he can make up his mind to open his eyes, there’s a rustle of movement on his other side, and a voice saying, “No, no, don’t open, you need a lot of concealer right now.”

Prompto groans in agreement. “Please. I’d do it myself if I had steadier hands.”

“Let me work.”

By the time the makeup is misted and set, he’s alone in the green room, and he only has the ghost of that almost-known voice to go by, and he doesn’t even have a face to match that voice to.

So it’s a real shock when he’s joined on one of the couch-sets by --

“Have you met?” the segment host chirps. “You know, common interests and all?”

And Ignis Scientia, sitting next to him, smiles in a small precise way, and shakes his head. “Hardly. But I’m happy to be here, and I hope to learn something from Mr Argentum.”

“Not sure I have anything to teach you when it comes to looking at things,” he blurts out, and the words fall in a puddle between them, completely reckless.

“I am not worried about my eyes; I am worried about everything else,” and Ignis fucking Scientia performs the exact same gesture of holding up a nonexistent camera, of taking a photograph -- only he’s looking straight at Prompto when he does it -- looking at him, and smiling, and Prompto takes a deep breath, and attempts to smile back.

“Oh, interesting,” the host says, and Prompto knows he’s beet-red for the entire time he’s on the air with the exact same Ignis Scientia who’d accidentally taken the photograph that’s been his obsession for some time now.

And he can still feel the heat lingering in his forehead and his throat when he says, safely off the couch-set, “What exactly is stopping you from taking pictures anyway? Are you that busy, in space?”

“I’m afraid I am; and I’m afraid I get stuck looking at code anyway, so.” Even a shrug is elegant, on him, and Prompto would curse him if he hadn’t been drinking in the prettiness of him, if he hadn’t been itching to take a picture of him.

And all he’s got is his smartphone and he raises it helplessly between them, and Ignis Scientia only nods, small calm measured movement, and Prompto’s hand is shaking but the image he takes comes out startlingly vivid and clear.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly look like that.”

“You actually do,” Prompto says.

“I’d like a copy, if you don’t mind -- let me give you my number. I think I’ll still be using this one for a few more days.”

“Or I could work on this a little and then send it to you afterwards,” he says, scrambling for his footing in a familiar topic.

“I would like that. It was lovely to meet you. Mr Argentum.”

“Prompto,” he says, holding his hand out at last. “You don’t have to be so damn formal, and no one calls me that anyway.”

“Then please call me Ignis, and will you please email me -- your work?”

“Yeah.”

(He does a little better, once he’s done jittering, and the email he sends has the processed portrait as an attachment, and the following lines:

(Sailing shadows in a summer-spark sky -- catch the clouds and the contrails in careful hands like yours)

#stopmopingstarthoping #milodrums #pairing: promnis #character: prompto argentum #character: ignis scientia #music and lyrics #fic: mine #quick fic pick

[mlynar-nearl]

Little White Lie

Some of Leonard Church's high school problems include:

Having a crush on one of the guys from athletics, Saying he actually knows things about said crush's athletics, and lying, And being believed.

Me? Posting RVB fic? It’s more likely than you think.

This was a dorky little fluff request for some of my discord buddies who asked me to post it. I haven't posted much rvb stuff before, but I have a few domestic AUs in mind, and there’s so little good good churchwash shit anyway.

So take this.

("I don't know anything about sports but you play sports and I have a big crush on you so I told you that I love sports" AU)

[on ao3!]

"Dude, just fucking talk to him."

Leonard Church, sixteen, groans, dragging one hand down his face. Next to him, leaning on the lockers lining the halls of their high school, is his friend and resident dweeb-who-thinks-he's-cool Lavernius Tucker.

"It is not that easy."

"Sure it is, I do it with chicks all the time."

"Yeah, and you haven't gotten a date in ever."

Tucker shrugs calmly. "But I have gotten laid."

"As if I believe that," Church mutters, shutting his locker.

"Dude, listen. You've had the hots for this guy since the first day of sophomore year, right?"

"Don't remind me."

The guy in question happened to sit next to Church in sophomore english, perfect position for sneaking looks at when the sun by the window would highlight the bleach-blond of his hair.

His name was David Washington, Wash to friends, star goalie for their school's soccer team.

He was also popular and ran with the most famed athletes in the school, which didn't help the nerves involved with actually speaking to the guy on a more common basis.

"He's like, the nicest guy in the room at any given time. Just ask him out for burgers and I'm sure he'll say yes."

"It's not like that," Church mutters, embarrassed. "He's a jock, dude. What the hell do I talk to a jock about."

"Hey, listen. It's the first day of junior year, right? Hit it off with the guy. Ask him about what he does for the soccer team, or whatever. He's a goalie, even you know what that is."

"Okay, yeah, but-"

Tucker grabs Church's schedule out of his hands.

"Look. You have math first period, right?"

"Yeah, and?"

"You know who else has math first period with Mr. Sarge?"

"Oh, no."

"Ohhh, yes. So get in there and talk to him."

"I hate you," Church groans weakly, and Tucker grins.

"Let me know how that goes."

With Church's luck, he ends up sitting next to Wash in math, as well.

Wash looks next to nothing like Church, except in maybe height. Wash is athletic, of course, so toned that it makes Church's mouth go a little dry. Wash is tanned from all the time he's spent in the sun. Wash has freckles across his face and neck and even shoulders- Church knows because last year in spring Wash had worn a particularly revealing tank top that had distracted Church for hours on end. Wash has bright green eyes that shine with wit and intelligence and his hair is bleached blond with a perpetual touch of black roots. Wash is probably some kind of angelic being.

Church, on the other hand, is more fat than muscle anyway. He's not unnaturally pale, but pale in comparison to Wash, with messy dark hair that never quite stays where it should. Patches of stubble are growing in on his jaw, and the bags under his deep blue eyes make it look like he's always pulled an all nighter playing HALO. (So maybe he did the night before. Sue him.)

And Wash is wearing some kind of soccer jersey Church doesn't recognize, and Church is wearing an old zazzle shirt Tucker bought him as a gag gift and a worn blue hoodie and jeans, and Church wants to melt into the floor on the spot, if only that could happen.

Wash looks up as Church approaches his seat (and shit, why are his smiles even perfect?)

"Church!"

Church isn't sure if he's died and gone to heaven, but Wash acknowledging him by name would be one of the signs of that.

"Hey, Wash."

Church isn't even sure how he sounds so casual when he's pretty sure the next five minutes of his life involve him running out the door.

He sits down, though, and Wash gives him another one of those perfect, adorable smiles.

"How was your summer?"

Filled with video games and late nights at Tucker's house to avoid dealing with his family.

"Fine. Uh...yours?"

Wash's eyes light up. "Pretty good. Took a road trip to Disney with some of the guys."

"You did? I, um...didn't think that's what jocks would get up to over the summer."

Wash laughs, and Church swears that no other sound has been so rewarding to hear.

"We're not like most jocks, then, I guess."

"Are, uh...are you doing anything for soccer?" Church asks. "Since it's a spring sport?"

Wash leans back in his seat a bit.

"Well, we're doing some stuff, but nowhere near as intense as when we're in season, obviously. You...like soccer?"

Church has never liked sports. Never seen a game of soccer in his life. Too shy to even go just to watch Wash play.

"Yeah-! Definitely!"

Church wants to kick himself as soon as he hears his traitor mouth trying to impress this boy without his consent.

"You should come to a game sometime, then," Wash says, and Church thinks he might keel over on the spot from how damn excited this boy sounds.

"I'll see what I can do," Church says, weakly, then the bell rings and he has the whole period to watch Wash out of the corner of his eye and regret opening his dumb, gay mouth.

-

"How'd it go?" are the first words out of Tucker's mouth as soon as Church sits down at their bench in the quad.

Church groans, putting his head in his hands.

"That bad?"

"I told him I liked soccer."

"Technically, that's a half truth. You like him."

"I don't know anything about soccer!"

"So you can just come over to my place tonight and watch a bunch of games with me. How hard can it be?"

"He asked me to come to a game."

"That's practically like inviting you inside after a date, dude."

"Shut up."

-

It's spring before Wash pressures Church into making good on his promise to see a game, which gives Church a lot of time.

Church has absolutely never understood why people watch sports. He's begrudgingly respected it since his cousin runs track, but he's never understood it.

"He asked me to come down to the pitch after the game. He's gonna ask me all these soccer questions and I won't know what to say."

"You know how the game works, what's the problem?"

"I'm gonna forget what to say!"

"Compliment. Him. Jesus, you're gone for this dude."

"Shut up."

"Seriously, just-- pick out a few things he did in the game, and compliment him for it. 'Oooh, Wash, you looked so sexy blocking that ball.' That's it."

"I am not saying that."

"Whatever, dude, that would totally get you laid, though. Put your own twist on it, I don't care."

Church splutters.

"You're not even coming with me, are you?"

"Nope!" Tucker grins. "Family's riding me-- bow chicka wow wow- to have a nice family night. So I'm dropping you off and you're on your own."

"You're leaving me to die."

"Absolutely!"

"For the love of god, Tucker-" Church says, interrupted by the car screeching to a halt and Tucker reaching over him to open the passenger door.

"Yeah, Church, for the love of god." Tucker undoes the seatbelt and shoves Church out. "Have fun!"

Church curses as Tucker's sedan peels out of the parking lot.

"That son of a bitch."

-

The game is about as confusing as it's always been, for Church, but the most important thing is that Wash is there. Wash looks good, even better than usual, he looks in his element, really.

Church feels like someone kicked him in the chest.

He's so fucked.

It's late, and it's chilly, when he finally makes his way down to the pitch. The team won, 2-0, Wash a star blocker the whole time.

Church waits at the edge of the astroturf for a few minutes as Wash talks to some of his teammates, before walking over and removing his gloves.

"You came!"

Church's stomach does a backflip.

"Yeah, of course I did." Because I'm head over heels in love with you and would do anything to impress you.

"What'd you think?"

"It was, uh, really good-- nobody even scored against you, uh..."

Church blanks upon making eye contact with Wash, who laughs, leaning in and bumping his shoulder against Church. Church stiffens.

"You know nothing about soccer, huh."

Wash is wearing one of those grins that say that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"And you thought being here tonight would impress me."

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because your cousin told me you have a huge crush on me."

Church lets out a high pitched squeak.

"That bitch!"

"Hey, hey." Wash grabs Church's hand, tugging him closer. "Do...you want me to get you burgers after I wrap up here?"

Church nods, bright red.

"Oh, and Church?"

"Yeah?"

The next thing that runs through Church's mind is that Wash is kissing him, the faint smell of his sweat in the air, and Church feels his hands reaching to grab Wash's.

And it feels like an eternity, an incredible, pleasurable eternity, before Wash pulls back leaving them both panting softly from how long they had spent in contact.

Church looks at Wash with a gaze that he's sure is unguarded, betraying a year's worth of affection and longing.

Wash gives him one of those beautiful, perfect grins.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay," Church says, dazed, but sure that Wash would keep his word.

[Text to: Fucker]

[Don't need to pick me up]

[I have a ride home]

[Text to: Jurch (Jean Church) 👖]

[Oooh, does that mean what I think it does? ;3]

[Text to: Fucker]

[Tell you on Monday.]

#rvb #red vs blue #agent washington #leonard l church #churchington #god this is my SHIT #ash writes

[tcgekiss]

i’m sad as hell and i’m pretty sure its because i only slept for like five hours and even then it was after trying to pull an all nighter so i just had like, a two hour nap then a three hour one an hour after i woke up and now i know why i’m depressed all the time during the school year because jesus not having enough sleep fucks me up

also i’m afraid of getting a new phone bc what if i get one and then i just get more aware of the fact that i’m lonely as hell because i’ve only talked to maybe... three people on a regular basis within almost three weeks and even then i haven't had regular communication with anyone except my family

and i don’t know if it makes me sad that like, no one i know irl (even someone i consider close and who even HAS my discord and i see this person online all the time) doesn't talk to me like. at all. which means this would be a great time for me to start talking but like, with this specific person i know even if i do try to talk to them it’ll go like... nowhere

also i got sad again over the fact i have to go to summer school and i’m doubting my entire future AGAIN 

i think i’m overthinking things bc i’m tired

also i need to check up on my if my mom is actually looking for a therapist for me like she said she would do.... months ago

but on a POSITIVE NOTE, i’ve felt really good about my body and my face the past few days? (worked on my diet+ i’ve been exercising) and i’ve actually already dropped weight and feel better? so that’s :)

i’ll just take today as a really weird day and i’m sure i’ll be better by tomorrow

#bridge vs the world #this is just me venting about thoughts bc i'm tired it's whatevs