#bro i misread the ask I pretend not to see

[clacy2812]

Good morning/ afternoon or night just random question Will Nicolo ever tell the guys what big mama did to him? Will they just find out by accident or is it something they will never find out about❓

Id like to think Nicolo wont say anything cause they never asked... so they'll never say. Maybe during Donnie's late night doom scroll on monster web he sees some post about Big Mama's warrior, but thats Nicolo we're talking about, they wont hurt a fly :)

#my art #ask #Nicolo #rottmnt #Donnie #Leo #Mikey #Raph #bro i misread the ask I pretend not to see

[sea-drifter]

A new ship? TELL ME ALL !!!!!

also I'm glad your day got better !

AND SO HERE IS YOUR DAILY KISS

MWAH!!!

I FINALLY GOT TIME TO POST SO HERE GOES- CANT BELIEVE IM NOT THE FIRST TO SHARE THIS SHIP BUT AT LEAST THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO SHARE THE VISION-

also this is a very late reply wow- ANYWAYS-

So i was just thinking one day y'know, like, what if i shipped my first genshin crush and my latest genshin crush, and it resulted to

"Diluc x Kaveh" I was like, "haha, they're perfect for each other" as a joke...but bro...I don't think it's a joke anymore... also for the shipname, i was either DilVeh that's kinda eh or KaLuc that u can misread as KaeLuc But then i decided to call it DiVe!! the first one still pronouncing their names a bit, this one is just straight up dive cuz i wanna dive into their overflowing potential of a ship- This is gonna be a long rant about how they met and headcanons [which I will post separately] so be prepared- TW: ooc, mentions of alcohol but only a bit pls still do enjoy and see if you'd ship them with me^^

Diluc being a head of the Dawn Winery just gets him bitches y'know. And the Ragnivindr clan being nobles in the past just adds to that, he's a- Anyways- How I think they'd meet: Let's say Kaveh has been traveling with traveler and paimon for a bit and he may have done some changes to the serenity pot as thanks for letting him sleep in a comfortable bed and not just outside of al haitham's house. And since other genshin characters visit there sometimes too, ofc word of The Light of Kshahrewar's works would spread out. And that's where Kaveh lands in Mondstadt, commissioned to build something there or perhaps just commissioned to make a Mondstadt-inspired home/building for someone. Ever since Kaveh got that commission, he knew he had to save a lot of money for the famous wine of Mondstadt. And as we know, Kaveh is a lover of wine, so The Angel's Share is a must-go visit for him on this search for inspiration! Plus, where's he gonna find inspiration without a bit of chillaxing first, right?

With his smarts and passion for the arts, he would clearly love Mondstadt. The poems and bards, the flowers and freedom, oh so different to Sumeru who even banned such wonderful performances! He definitely fell for Monstadt first. Being lucky enough to make reservations to an Inn, though not nearby,(let's pretend there's an Inn in Springvale since the goth grand hotel is occupied by the fatui.) He sets off to Angel's Share. With how pretty this man is, you can't deny eyes were on him. A foreigner from afar with a beautiful physique, his shirt showing his back and chest tells the patrons of the bar that he is very confident in his appearance. Though the redhead by the counter didn't seem to even stare a bit and only looked up to see who came in and started making another drink. Anyone would've been hurt or offended but Kaveh was too stunned to see the Diluc Ragnvindr in the flesh and merely stood in awe by the counter. Ahhhhhhhhh two hot people in the same place, the bar is practically melting, save for the drunk ones who are already beyond the comprehension of their surroundings.

"Ah, I'm truly in luck today." Kaveh chirped as he sat down.

"I'm so happy to taste the famous wine of Mond and have the head of the Dawn Winery as the bartender himself!" He praised more. "My pleasure dear guest." "Coming from all the way to Sumeru, I think the pleasure of meeting you shall be mine. After all, you're quite more of the star here tonight than I am." Yea yea, Diluc doesn't like idle chit-chat, but like, I can see Kaveh just throwing flowers at him with his vocabulary and making Diluc have to respond. Though of course the attention is thrown back to Kaveh as patrons start swirling around him asking questions about Sumeru and perhaps if he's single- Drink after drink, Kaveh has become drunk to the point where he'd gone and started complaining unlike how flowery with his words he was earlier. The other patrons have already gone home or passed out outside, but Diluc was still at the counter, listening to Kaveh complain about this "Al Haitham" person. "HE DOESN'T GET IT DOES HE-" "AND THEN HE CARRIED BOTH KEYS AGAIN-" "HE'S JUST SO AGHHHHHHHH-" Diluc has enough and tries to at least ask Kaveh if he's staying anywhere. Of course, he got ignored. So he went with plan B. Which is to bring him along to his house. I mean, he can't get information, and he's too tired to have some people check in on where he's staying so he could just bring him there. He could finally rest, and the drunk blonde won't have to be in danger if he ever stumbled into the wild in his drunken frenzy. "What the fuck happened last night." That was all Kaveh could think of as he suddenly sat up which he instantly regretted when he feels his head throb in pain. He was in an unfamiliar and large room. His clothes were different and from the feel and looks of them, it's expensive as fuck-

"AM I DEAD OR SOMETHING-" "Not at all, sir." Reassures the voice, to which Kaveh jumps, meeting eyes with the maid, who smiles at him. "Good morning sir, here is some tea to soothe your headache and some breakfast to fill your stomach." A tray of authentic Mondstadt food was placed on his lap, making him drool at the sight.

"I'll be off to tell the young master that you're awake so, please enjoy your meal as I call for him." Ever since he stepped into Mondstadt, everything was so fun and relaxing, and no annoying roommate to argue with all the time. He was truly in paradise- But his second day in Mond already started in chaos. I mean- HE'S IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE RIGHT NOW- WHERE IS HE- What more shall come to Kaveh? And what's this warm feeling building up when he meets him more often? couldn't decide how it goes to the point where they fall for each other so perhaps you can share your ideas hehe will post headcanons later in the day or when I get home

#genshin diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact diluc #genshin diluc ragnvindr #kaveh #genshin kaveh #genshin impact kaveh #diluc x kaveh #fiction #genshin fic #fic writing #i finally posted this shit god- #genshin impact #gaming #games

[burst-of-iridescent]

So Burst-of-iridescent, I noticed you were doing a character ask game and I was curious about your feelings for either Iroh or Zuko? I don't care which one you choose I just want to hear your thoughts on either one. 🙂

hey j‐man, thanks for the ask! i'll do both because why not?

zuko

Sexuality Headcanon: i know this is a mad unpopular opinion on this site, but straight. i totally get why people hc zuko as gay/bi/ace, especially when his arc with his dad is so sadly reminiscent of the relationship many queer kids have with their parents, but he just radiates straight "i love my bi wife" energy to me.

Gender Headcanon: cis

A ship I have with said character: gee, i wonder if anyone can possibly tell who i ship zuko with (zutara trash till the day i die)

A BROTP I have with said character: zuko and sokka! i love their friendship, and i can totally see sokka calling them the sword bros or something equally cringey. i also like them as a ship in fanon, but following canon alone i think these two would have the most epic bromance ever.

A NOTP I have with said character: mai/ko. kill it with fire. i will despise this ship even in my grave.

A random headcanon: zuko is ambidextrous. look at all that dual sword wielding!

General Opinion over said character: zuko is the definition of "people hating on a popular character solely to be contrary/because they're bitter their fave isn't as popular". the complete lack of empathy people seem to have toward zuko in favour of propping up other characters (looking at you, hardcore aang/azula stans) is just astounding. his character arc is so beloved and lauded for a reason. you aren't "seeing the truth" where the oh so unintelligent masses got taken in; you're purposefully and completely misreading canon to support your own batshit stupid interpretation. please develop some critical thinking skills.

iroh

Sexuality Headcanon: unlabeled. i see iroh being a firm proponent of the whole "love is love" idea and just doing whatever he wants with whoever he wants. or maybe he's just into tea, who knows.

Gender Headcanon: cis

A ship I have with said character: iroh x tea i don't really ship iroh with anyone but if i had to choose, aunt wu or piandao could be interesting.

A BROTP I have with said character: iroh and toph. they would 100% be those friends that play pai sho and gossip the whole afternoon over tea.

A NOTP I have with said character: i'm not invested enough in iroh's love life for this.

A random headcanon: iroh is the one who first notices zuko's natural athletic skill and arranges for piandao to teach zuko.

General Opinion over said character: i wasn't aware that the hague or geneva conventions existed in the atla universe, but apparently i was wrong since everyone and their mother enjoys calling iroh a war criminal. just say you dislike this character for being popular instead of pretending that you genuinely want to apply modern standards of warfare to this fantasy children's show regarding a character who repented and then did whatever he could to take down the regime he regretted supporting.

#zuko #iroh #pro zuko #pro iroh #zutara #anti maiko #asks #ask game

[incarnateirony]

I think asking what you're gonna do if there's no ep13 destiel is fair actually, because you do struggle to admit when you predicted something wrong. If it happens, yay for everyone! If it doesn't, you'll say you never said it would.

Well, that would be fair, if you've found a prediction I've made wrong. Not a lie 2po said I had wrong that I have a receipt I said the opposite. not a vague post saying I got a "spec" post wrong (not sure why you insist on confusing my leaks with spec.). not you getting confused what Rugaru is in french. Not you going GASP, min was just as confused about the finale fuckery as the crew itself while denying the og ending or omissions so you could feel like you won a point. Not memes. Not jokes. Not you incompletely reading a statement. Not you misreading one either. Cuz you guys do that a lot.

You got uh. Something about the marders. Which I have said many times don't care about, isn't spec, and isn't a leak, it's some randos yelling about their hateshipping of cockles in my inbox because I say people are friends and I don't care who they fuck. Someone's brother's sisters cousin? Cool? Like how many times do you fuckfaces need explained that even if you scream it a lot, I don't ship cockles, I don't care, and I don't track anyone's cum spots. I don't give a fuck. You are yelling about irrelevant stalker shit that has nothing to do with how TV is made.

Nonsense shit like that I've admitted I'm wrong on all the time. I've deleted memes and stuff to not spread misinfo over even the silly fan reactions, and been like yeah ok? I was wrong? Because for some reason, you cum guzzlers are so obsessed with my blog you have notifs on it and pay very close attention to my goddamn SHITPOSTS to go "AH HAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE DELETED A JOKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHECKMATE THE UNIVERSE IS FAKE." Bro. it's an instagram shit post. Calm down. It's not that deep, it's not a leak, but I figured out why yall get so fuckin lost so easy, cuz you think that's how leaks work. All you're doing is like. telling me you see cockles fucking in your own heads all the time by the way you're striking out at me talking about *THEIR FRIENDSHIP*.

Find leaks--actual leaks, not spec. Stop twisting that word. Stop pretending I'm talking about things as imaginary as you are. The market testing wasn't imaginary, berens' intent wasn't imaginary, the confession wasn't imaginary, the roadhouse wasn't imaginary, the omissions weren't imaginary, the script being real was not imaginary, the shape of the show was not imaginary, the CW being sold was not imaginary, the 18-49 demographic was not imaginary. These are what leaks look like. Come back to me when you can tell me something like. specific. about leaks. That I've been wrong on. Be clear. Speak up. You act like I get a lot wrong. What is it. I've asked 2po too. Many people asked 2po. 2po refuses to clarify, which is very weird, if I've done it a lot. Nobody can remember the oodles of things you claim I was wrong about, it's super weird. Like you all had a mass stroke and forget to be able to include details of what these are but for sure, This Definitely Happened.

What you're so desperate to scrape the floorboards under the barrel about is "general human error in day to day life", and buddy, that's just sad. For the confused, these are not leaks: Shitposts, memes, fan reactions to funny shit on instagram being posted or whatever, M&Gs (I mean they're leaks in the technical sense, but if I leaked you a taco bell order that's not gonna help you figure out TV).

OK? Great. Now we cleared that up.

Get back to me when you tell me what those Vague Things I Was Wrong About on real shit that actually matters and not your confusion about "instagram memes are not sources about completely unrelated shit that has nothing to do with the leaks or production." You guys are so lost in your j2 tinhat spiral you read everything is tinhatting, you think everyone extrapolates like you, like. This is some wild shit. No dudes, we're not gonna slap war about your imaginary tinhat universe. There's no j2 vs cockles going on here. There's J, J, and a bunch of furious J2 hats trying to make everything shipwar and exposing they've taken enough bluegreen psychic damage they're automatically turning everything into cockles themselves.

Because guess what. That list of shit that was real that you cried and denied?

this is just as real. Figure it out, fuckfaces.

It's over. You lost. Go home.

In the magical world where I'm as big a pretender as you are, and I finally got something meaningful wrong, I'd handle it like the shit listed above. "Okay? I was wrong?" but that's not gonna happen. Because that's not how reality works.

[miraclerizuin]

dearest void,

yesterday when I arrived at work, one of my coworkers asked, “is there anything going on in the world?” and I said, “no”

today we’re going to be discussing solely and singularly season 8 episode 20 “pac-man fever” because every charlie episode I’ve watched has been objectively good (and im never gonna watch 10x21 so this will remain true)

So.  Charlie.  Charlie is loosely aware that Dean and Sam have a bunch of kids but has never met any of them.  She may not even be aware how many kids there are and is a little startled to see anywhere from 4 to 11 people besides Sam n Dean in the bunker

(Charlie never met Kevin in canon!  Or Henry!!  We are Righting Wrongs in here)

The lads are terrified that Charlie x Henry is gonna be a disaster combo bc straight-laced dude from the fifties meets high tech 21st century lesbian?  But in fact they get along SWIMMINGLY

Jesse and Emma and Honey are all enamored of Charlie.  Krissy is trying to pretend she’s not impressed by her but she totally is

Charlie… thinks kids are awesome but is a little freaked out by them.  How do you talk to kids?  What if they bite?

Charlie was herself a feral child and is now a feral adult

Her dad died when she was twelve in a car accident that left her mom in a coma.  In this ep we learn that her mom used to read Tolkien to her when she was a kid.  Just thinking about the scene where she reads to her mom in the hospital one last time before letting the doctors turn off the machines!!!  I’m gonna cry in the middle of this training conference!!!!!

[in my campaign to work on fic in as many weird places as possible, this post was originally composed in fb messages while attending a training seminar hosted at a historic village]

How dare spn cause me to feel a genuine emotion!!!!!!!!!!!!  Not couched in layers of irony and aggressive misreading of the screenwriters’ intentions, this is simply a sad scene that makes me cry because of real life emotions that I feel in my heart!  They got me this time

Anyway I think Dean should read the hobbit to his kids.  I think after they help Charlie Sam should be like “we should totally read the hobbit to the kids” and dean is like 😅😅😅 Emma and I are on chapter 7

He read it to Jesse and Ben years ago

The kids make it very hard for the bros to keep secrets from each other.  But somehow it has never come up that the kids all know Dean is a huge Tolkien nerd and Sam has never known about this

#uh oh she's talking about spn again #charlie bradbury #keep your heart young

[aliceinadultland]

Imagine Deadly Class at Hogwarts

Saya: Marcus, no wait—

*cauldron explodes*

Marcus: Fuck!

Saya: God. You are such a spaz...

Marcus: *smirks coyly*

Saya: What...

Marcus: nothing, it’s just so obvious...

Saya: what?

Marcus: You want to sleep over again

Saya: That was an accident. I didn’t want to fall asleep.

Marcus: sure ~ on my pillow... under my covers...

Saya: Clearly, you misread things.

Marcus: So, you do this often, then?

Saya: Listen, Arguello— *narrows eyes* We, are lab partners— that’s it. Lab partners work late together.

Marcus: Okay, noted. And sleep in eachother’s beds. Got it.

Saya: ...

Marcus

Gryffindor

Patronus- Mustang

-Muggleborn orphan and proud

-Infamous scar, rumored as The Boy Who Lived

-loves playing hero

-would rather die than be alone

-thinks/pretends he’s a Ravenclaw™️

-goes on philosophical rants at least twice a day

-argues with professors™️

-doodles in class

-in current possession of the Marauders map

-conducts unauthorized potion experiments way too often/aka potion junkie

-not so secretly an herbology genius

-House elf rights activist

-organizes board game nights at the three broomsticks with his best friends Willie, billy, Maria, Petra and Saya

-writes in his diary every night

-favorite class: Herbology and Potions

-still in love with his best friend Saya but is too afraid proud to tell anyone after she coldly rejected him the beginning of fourth year

-sinnamon roll

Maria

Gryffindor

Patronus- Zebra

-loves to learn/teach muggle dancing

-favorite class: Charms

-set up her ex to get expelled

-agreed to “date” Marcus only to help make Saya jealous, but is reluctantly starting to get real feelings

-voted yearbook’s Gryffindor best dressed three years in a row

-trust issues™️

-her boggart turns into the form of her expelled ex-boyfriend Chico

-loves her friends

-looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

Saya

Ravenclaw

Patronus- Scorpion

-Defense against the dark arts leading tutor

-Quidditch team captain and top scoring chaser

-Father left her his invisibility cloak in his will

-has pet black cat named Katana

-recently chosen as Hogwarts TriWizard Champion for her sixth year (no, Marcus she did NOT put her name in)

-it’s been a whole year since Marcus and Maria started dating

-#notthatshecaresoranything

-pure-blood princess™️

-wants to become an Auror when she grows up

-sees thestrals [saw her father get murdered when she was six]

-love/hate relationship with Marcus. Hates that she is in love with him.

-looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you

Billy

Hufflepuff

Patronus- Rat

-Petra once helped him slip Victor a love potion (for Shabnam) so powerful, that Victor broke into Shabnam’s dorm at night and almost dramatically killed himself during a passionate monologue love confession, and he considers that to be one of his proudest Hogwarts memories

-next to his threesome with Petra and Lex but they don’t talk about that anymore -innocent bisexual -protective older brother™️ -An animagus that can turn into a rat -Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

Willie

Hufflepuff

Patronus- Possum

-quidditch Hufflepuff beater

-has gotten into trouble many times for reading comics after curfew

-gets howlers from his mom for not writing to her enough/getting bad marks

-acts like he doesn’t care about school but studies really hard

-favorite class: Care of magical creatures

-sneaks into Marcus’ room with Saya’s cloak atleast once a week for bro nights

-asked Saya to the Yule ball which Marcus got mad at him for, which confused him, because Marcus is already taking Maria...

-Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

Petra

Slytherin

Patronus- Porcupine

-Slughorn’s unwilling prodigy

-secretly just wants to be “normal”

-One of the boys™️

-parselmouth

-asked both Lex and Billy to the Yule ball

-has a pet Pygmy puff named Poison

Lex

Slytherin

Patronus- Hyena

-loves his dad who was wrongly accused and now in Azkaban

-Hangs out with Peeves the poltergeist way too much

-chaotic bisexual

-Everything is a joke™️

-loves Petra so much but is #toocoolforschool aka can’t admit his true feelings

-subconsciously has no clue he also likes Billy

-accidentally walked in on Saya and Marcus making out in the tutoring room and has been having a really hard time keeping it quiet

-even after Saya threatened him with his life

#technically they are all slytherins #but #here are my other possibilities #deadly class #marcus arguello #saya kuroki #lana condor #saya x marcus #billy x petra #billy x petra x lex #saya x maria #marcus x maria #harry potter au #hogwarts #gryffindor #ravenclaw

[glitter-lisp]

analogical/royality

emo friend: if i ask you a question do you promise not to laugh

romano: no but I promise not to tell you if I laugh

emo friend: bitch

emo friend: whatever I’ll take it

emo friend: okay here goes

emo friend: (not laughing means not typing out lol or lmao either)

romano: rofl

emo friend: I am going to kick your ass

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little brother best friend forever: Afternoon, Patton. Are you available to chat for a few minutes?

Patton: always!!! what’s up, bud?

little brother best friend forever: I have the sort of question I don’t normally ask.

Patton: ooooh, what is it?

little brother best friend forever: You know that thing that you always want to talk about and that I never want to talk about?

Patton: OH MY GODO HMY GOD OHMYGOD

Patton: YES PLEASE ASK ME RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS OH MY GOD I AM SO READY

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emo friend: im serious though if you laugh I will delete all the contacts in your phone and let you figure out who tf is who

romano: woah ok serious talk time then. No laughing. Promise

emo friend: really promise?

romano: Cross my heart and hope to die

emo friend: do you think Logan likes me?

romano: bUAHAHAHAHA

—————

little brother best friend forever: Please control yourself. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.

Patton: right!!! Sorry!!! I’m being good :D what’s the question?

Patton: :D

little brother best friend forever: Will you be able to keep it to yourself if I tell you? It’s not something I want bandied about.

Patton: super secret!!!! I’m great with secrets!! Like I never told you that I was the one who spilled orange juice on your Sherlock Holmes book in second grade

little brother best friend forever: What?

Patton: what

—————

emo friend: ROMAN I STG

romano: Roman is too busy wheezing to come to the phone right now please leave a message

romano: oh my god dude you had me so worried there I thought this was something serious

emo loser: you’re such an ass. this is serious I’m serious does he like me

romano: no dummy he hates your guts obviously he’s just been pretending to like you all these years. It’s a long con

romano: virgil

romano: virgil you know I’m kidding right

romano: dude it’s been like five minutes I’m sorry I was kidding

emo loser: ok

—————

little brother best friend forever: I’ve been talking to Virgil lately, and he’s said some things that have made me think.

Patton: wow, made YOU think? That’s a new one!!!

Patton: jk you’re very smart and ilu

lover boy: Yes, well, you know I’m not the best at subtext, but even I have noticed the sorts of things he’s been implying.

lover boy: Without going into too much detail, I’ve been thinking about implementing some changes into mine and Virgil’s relationship.

Patton: OH MY GOD O HMY GOD OHMYGODOGMYGOD

—————

romano: Logan adores you, virge. You’re his favorite person in the world

emo loser: yeah?

romano: yeah, def

romano: what brought this on? Is something going on with you two? I thought you were solid

emo loser: no nothing’s happening it’s just. Idk I mean you know how I get with the

emo loser: thinking

romano: ah, yes, the thinking. and the overthinking?

emo bean: yeah and the overthinking

—————

Patton: OKAY SO HOW ARE YOU GONNA DO IT

Patton: WILL THERE BE FLOWERS

Patton: WILL YOU SING TO HIM!!!!!

lover boy: No, I won’t.

Patton: DO YOUVVHAVE A SPEECH PLANNED OR ARE YOU JUST!!! GONNA!!!! SPEAK!!!!!!!!! FROM!!! YOUR!!!!! H E A R T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unromantic fool: Why are you yelling?

Patton: CAN I BE TGERE TO RECORD IT OR DO YOU WANT SOMETHING MORE PRIVATE

unromantic fool: I would prefer you not be there.

Patton: IF I CANT COME CAN I AT LEAST SET UP A CAMERA WITH A LIVEFEED SO I CAN WATCH AND RECORDBIT AND THEB WATCH IT AGAIN LATER

unromantic fool: Patton! It’s just a simple question; I’m not sure why you’re getting so excited.

Patton: HOW ARE YOU /NOT/ EXCITED IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR YEARS OH MY GOSHNESS

unromantic fool: Well, that’s... actually a little sweet.

Patton: <3<3<3

—————

romano: so what exactly are you overthinking about today?

romano: I mean Logan obvs but Why

emo bean: I dunno we’ve just been talking a lot recently and he’s been kind of

emo bean: uh

romano: kind of what?

emo bean: .........

emo bean: ........................

romano: .....

emo bean: ............

romano: virgil what has he been kind of

emo bean: ........... flirty?

romano: holy shit

—————

unromantic fool: Well, I’ve put a lot of thought into it already. I suppose some of the excitement has worn off by now.

Patton: that’s okay!!! I will be excited enough for both of us :D

unromantic fool: That’s not how excitement works, but I appreciate the sentiment.

unromantic fool: Besides, it’s not exactly a life changing question.

Patton: it.... kind of is, though?

unromantic fool: No, not really. I’ll be happy if he says yes, but I won’t be devastated if he says no. His answer won’t change the way I feel about him, but I would never push him into something he doesn’t feel comfortable with.

slightly romantic fool: I want him to be happy.

Patton: I just teared up holy heck that’s so sweet!!!!! Ilu both and ilu together <3

—————

romano: okay wait, flirty how? Like different from his usually flirting with you?

emo bean: what do you mean his usual flirting with me? Logan doesn’t ever flirt with me

emo bean: this is a very new development

romano: okay I’m more than a little befuddled right now

romano: you’re saying you’ve been dating for three years and he’s never flirted with you?

emo bean: we’ve been what

emo disaster: roman we’ve been WHAT

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Patton: sooo how are you gonna do it? have you thought it out?

Patton: ha that’s a dumb question of course you’ve thought it out

Patton: but have you decided how to do it yet?

slightly romantic fool: I have some ideas. I first just want to ask you... well, this is embarrassing. But you’ve known Virgil longer than I have. I don’t like to sound uncertain, but do you think he’ll respond positively?

Patton: you mean, do I think he’ll say yes?

slightly romantic fool: In a word.

Patton: yes!!!!!

slightly romantic fool: Yes?

Patton: YES!!!!!!!!

Patton: I CAN’T BELIEVE

Patton: MY BABY BRO

Patton: IS GETTING

slightly romantic fool: Patton, you’re thirty-seven minutes older than me. 

Patton: MARRIED!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Virgil Sanders: I’m sorry, what?

————— 

romano: dating....? 

emo disaster: wtf why would you think that

romano: because you aRE?? you two go on dates? and hold hands??? and talk about getting married literally all the time?

romano: how is that not dating

emo disaster: friend dates platonic handholding joking marriage proposals

romano: virgil are you shitting me

romano: patton and i have literally gone on double dates with you two for YEARS now

emo dumbass: THOSE WERE GROUP HANGOUTS

romano: wtf is wrong with you

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Mr. Virgil Sanders: Goodness, Patton, I think it’s a little too early in the relationship for that large a step.

Mr. Virgil Sanders: I know you’re a very excitable person, but do try to be at least somewhat realistic.

Patton: THERE IS NOTHING UNREALISTIC

Patton: ABOUT TRUE LOVE

Patton: IT’S BEEN LONG ENOUGH

Patton: I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS WEDDING

Mr. Virgil Sanders: What wedding?

Patton: FOR TWO

Patton: WHOLE

Mr. Virgil Sanders: What wedding, Patton?

Patton: YEARS

Mr. Virgil Sanders: WHAT WEDDING, PATTON?

Patton: YOUR WEDDING TO VIRGIL ALSO THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN ALL CAPS

Mr. Virgil Sanders: pat are you fucking high

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romano: virgil pls tell me you’re joking pls tell me you’re playing dumb

emo dumbass: roman i’m gonna lose my shit i stg im not joking logan and are not dating and we never have been

romano: HOW

emo dumbass: DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKING KNOW

emo dumbass: I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF I SHOULD ASK HIM OUT

emo dumbass: JFC THIS IS THE LAST TIME I EVER ASK YOU FOR ADVICE

romano: YESS OBVIOUSLY YOU SHOULD ASK HIM OUT BECAUSE HE WILL SAY YES BECAUSE YOU ARE A L L!!!! R E A D Y!! D A T I N G!!!

emo dumbass: BITCH,

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PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: patton darling, have you spoken to your brother recently

pattoncake: yeah, I’m texting with him right now!

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: I am going to tell you something unbelievable but I need you to know that I would never lie to you

pattoncake: of course!!!!! I know that!!! what is it?? are you okay????

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: logan and virgil.... are not dating

pattoncake: umm? I’m literally talking to logan right now and he wants to propose to Virgil

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: W H A T

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: VIRGIL LITERALLY JUST TOLD ME LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO THAT THEY’RE NOT EVEN DATING

pattoncake: why would logan propose if they’re not dating?

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: did logan like, actually say he was going to propose?

pattoncake: yeah!!!!

pattoncake: well, noo

pattoncake: but he meant it

pattoncake: I think

pattoncake: oh shoot I may have misread the situation

pattoncake: you’re sure they’re not dating?

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: you are adorable and I love you

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: yes i’m sure

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: just casually tell logan that he should ask virgil out and i’ll tell virgil the same thing and we’ll see who does it first

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: i bet it’s logan

pattoncake: I’m not betting on our friends!!!!

pattoncake: besides it’s totally gonna be virge, i believe in him!!!!!!!

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: and you don’t believe in your brother? :O

pattoncake: aNYWAYS i’m gonna text him now ok bye ilu ttyl

—————

Patton: sorry, haha, I got overexcited! you should definitely ask Virgil out, he’ll definitely say yes!!!!

Future Mr. Virgil Sanders: You think so?

Patton: I know so!!!!!!! go for it!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!

Future Mr. Virgil Sanders: Thank you, Patton.

Patton: <3

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stupid fuckin asshole disney prince wannabe: seriously tho virgil just ask him out

fuckin asshole disney prince wannabe: he never shuts up about you

asshole disney prince wannabe: he’ll trip over himself trying to say yes

emo dumbass: ........................................ yeah?

asshole disney prince : yeah

actual disney prince: you got this, virge

—————

Virge: soo i have a question

smort boi: Virgil, can I ask you something?

Virge: lmao same text

Virge: oh shit sorry you’re typing

smort boi: My apologies, I just saw that you’re in the middle of typing something.

smort boi: Oh.

Virge: we’re so stupid oh my god okay you go

smort boi: You can go first.

Virge: LOGAN

smort boi: Really, I don’t mind.

smort boi: oh, we did it again

Virge: okay let’s just

Virge: at the same time?

smort boi: Yes, that might work.

Virge: okay so like... in one minute from the time you receive my next text, we’ll send each other our questions at the exact same time

smort boi: That seems doable.

Virge: GO one minute on the clock

smort boi: Virgil, would you like to go out with me on a romantic date at some point in the near future?

Virge: i really like you and i think we should be boyfriends or whatever if you want

Virge: OH SHIT

smort boi: Well, that was certainly serendipitous.

Virge: youre serious? no joking?

smort boi: No, no joking at all. I would very much like to be boyfriends.

smort boi: Or whatever.

Virge: and id like to go out with you on a romantic date at some point in the near future

smort boi(friend?): Well then.

Virge <3: well then indeed

smort boi(friend): Pizza at Sal’s? Friday at six?

Virge <3: uhhhh where else would i be on friday night at six? that’s been pizza night for years

smort boi(friend): Well, yes, but this time it would be... well, romantic. Because it would be a date. We would be dating.

Virge <3: you raise a good point

Virge <3<3: i guess i’ll see you friday then

smort boifriend: I’m looking forward to it.

Virge <3<3<3<3: me too my dude

—————

emo dumbass: okay he said yes i gotta go pass out later dude

—————

Future Mr. Virgil Sanders: HE SAID YES HE SAID YES OHMY GOD HOLY SHIT PATTON WE’RE GOING ON A DATE HE SAI D BOFRIENDS WE’RE BOYFRIENDS AHOLY FU CK

—————

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: we’re just the best, aren’t we?

pattoncake: yeah, pretty much

pattoncake: ilu

PRINCE OF YOUR DREAMS: ilu2 babe

#sanders sides #analogical #royality #i wrote this #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders

[sindearlyconnormurphy]

Say You Won't Let Go [Connor Murphy x Male!Reader]

Title: Say You Won’t Let Go Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen Pairing: Connor Murphy x Male!Reader Requested: by like three people lmao Summary: Connor takes you home for thanksgiving–the hitch is that Connor is still sort of closeted. He’s not going to let that kind of them stop him from loving you. Warnings: Connor’s potty mouth | Mentions of homophobia | Mentions of neglect and abuse | First person reader | not proof read A/N: last upload before I leave on my trip! Yay! It’s crazy late here. This is a combo of a few request: three people requested a male reader, one person requested Connor sort of “adopting” a male reader who gets neglected and abused at home and taking care of them, and someone else requested Connor and a male reader go home for thanksgiving with lots of angst, and we all know I love angst. Hope this is good! Love you all and thanks for 800+ followers! (I’m going immediately to bed after this hoo)

“Connor?”

“Mm.”

“Connor,” I called again. He brushed his fingers across my knuckles again, dangling between us on the leather carseat. He was staring ahead, so it was concerning to see him so absent. While driving.

“What?”

“The light’s green,” I told him in a weak voice, watching his dark eyebrows furrowed blankly before fumbling, hands grasping for the wheel and slamming on the break. His dark hair was a curtain between us, eclipsing most of his face from my view.

“Sorry,” he mumbled heatedly under his breath, his hands tapping at the wheel anxiously. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

I folded my hands in my lap, careful to stay calm. Connor’s paranoia could be contagious sometimes, and his anxiety was filling the car with fumes I didn’t have the capacity to escape.

“I’m scared too, Connor,” I mumbled softly, watching his white knuckled grip clench and unclench on the steering wheel, licking his lips before glancing surprisingly out of the corner of his eyes at me.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, voice hoarse, chancing to take his hand of the steering wheel to reach for me. His painted nails raked harshly against the fabric of my jeans, up and down my thigh in an attempt to soothe me–and, in a way, it helped because it distracted him from his inner monologue. “I’m not scared. If they,” he paused, taking in a heavy sigh and letting his eyebrows drop low over his eyes. “If they say anything, we’ll get up and go. Get a hotel for the next few days and then go back to school, alright?”

“Going home is making you nervous,” I said neutrally. “This was a mistake.”

Connor’s hand wrapped vice like around my knee, shaking it a little too roughly. “This is not a mistake. I’m not letting you go home to your shitty parents, alright? Besides,” he grumbled. “This is a decent test for my parents, too. If they’re asswipes, we go immediately.”

“Okay.”

My stomach twisted nervously as the main streets and shops gave way to country field and subdivisions, little white picket fences with dogs and rosebushes  I hadn’t grown up in a neighborhood quite like this, and yet it amazed me–suburbia, for all its obvious perks, could still contain dark secrets.

Connor, subject A.

He hadn’t been home in awhile–he and I had spent the summer together working on campus, sharing a dorm. I knew he was civil with his folks and all, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t positively green as we pulled into a perfectly cemented driveway, three nice cars already parked in an open garage. Connor shifted the car into park, turning off the engine, but instead of exiting let his eyes close and leaned against the steering wheel for just a moment.

It was hard–I could see how hard it was. How uncomfortable he felt.

I wasn’t sure if I’d made it better or worse.

I wasn’t sure how he’d worded it to his mother on the phone when he’d asked if I could join the party for thanksgiving–I knew he’d told her I wasn’t in the best standing with my parents. I wasn’t sure if he’d asked if he could bring “a friend” over or “someone I’m seeing”.

He hadn’t said boyfriend. They didn’t know. He wasn’t out.

It was maybe four yards to the door–just a few steps, less than sixty seconds, and everything in Connor Murphy’s family dynamic would change.

Watching Connor swallow, forehead pressed into his hands where he was folded in on himself in the driver’s seat, was almost heartbreaking. I didn’t know if I made it worse or better. I didn’t even know how he felt.

I hadn’t been home since I graduated.

I reached out, scratching lovingly against Connor’s back through the fabric of his hoodie, feeling his shoulders relax beneath my hands.

“I guess this is me fucking up again,” he laughed mirthlessly. “Christ, they’re gonna have a field day.”

“You can take me somewhere else,” I offered, my voice thick at the suggestion, praying he wouldn’t really do that, but understanding if it was what he needed. “You don’t have to come out–”

Connor sprung off the steering wheel, spinning, eyes wide, pink lips partially parted, his bony hands twitching I’m his lap.

“You,” he choked, seeming to be at a loss for words. “I didn’t mean–you aren’t the mistake, sweetheart.” He reached forward, lithe fingers cradling across the back of my neck, his thumb tracing my jaw. “You–fuck, I love you.”

Connor’s slate eyes were searching, and I saw all the manic fear in them before they shut so that he could surge across the car, sealing his soft lips to mine.

It was almost comedic when he got like this–desperate, hungry, and nothing lustful about it. Connor was so uniquely physical and so poor with his words, this was the only way he knew to communicate that he loved me.

And I loved it. And I loved him.

There were a few knees to my ribs as he climbed across the median, fumbling to get into my lap, his little lithe body folding perfectly against mine, his hands still knotting into my hair.

“Connor–” I tried to protest with a laugh, surprised when he simply swallowed the words and continued.

“I love you,” he hissed again, wrapping both his arms around my neck, leaning back to glare determined at my collar bone. ��I love you, please–”

“I love you,” I assured, pulling him back to press his face into his neck. “I love you, sweetheart, but you have to calm down. You aren’t gonna be able to articulate to your parents if you’re this panicked. I can’t do it for you.”

“Fuck,” he cried, voice thick, pressing my face closer to the juncture of his neck. His hair was down today, kissing my temple. “I lied. I’m fucking terrified.”

“It’s okay,” I promised, scratching at his lower back soothingly. “I’m right here.”

——

We didn’t bother to bring in our bags, not when there might be a chance that we might have to haul them back out in a quick fit, Connor swearing during it all.

He couldn’t stop fidgeting–it had been awhile since I’d seen him like this. Yes, the Connor I had met nearly a year ago had been stoic, pensive, and reclusive–but he’d also had an air of newly acquired calm and confidence that had been difficult to resist. He had smiles that seemed like they costed him, but only after he gave them, and he, more often than not, gave them without thinking twice.

Recovering, he told me, he was recovering. It was more than enough.

He kept scratching behind is ear, frizzing the fawn tone hair there so that the curls ticked upward just a little higher than the rest, his mouth twitching as he clenched and unclenched his jaw in a way that would make for robotic kissing later. The way his hands shook, I was surprised he didn’t stick them in his pockets–he wiped them on his jeans enthusiastically, stepping into the foyer as his mother answered the door.

The Murphy’s looked as perfect as the photos on Facebook had portrayed–I knew it was for my benefit. Cynthia Murphy was loud, and it was done in a way that her own face cringed with the overdone politeness of it all. She grinned at me so that the apples of her cheeks looked high crested like Connor’s when he smiled without thinking, his eyes crinkling at the corners, making his hollowed cheeks dimple. Her eyes were vaguely panicked, and I looked away, giving her the time to process what was clearly a misread signal from Connor.

Larry Murphy shook my hand, much too roughly, making it obvious where Connor had acquired it, and smiled like I was the campaign aid to his greasy politician. It made me nervous, unsettled, and I watched Larry Murphy stuff his large hands into the pockets of his slacks.

Zoe Murphy was lazing artistically against the leather couch in the living room, only slightly visible from the foyer. At her parent’s call, she didn’t move, but offered us a wave without looking up from the television. So Connor hadn’t been lying about their strained relationship.

“It’s so good to meet you! Connor got us all excited over the phone,” Cynthia crooned, patting her husband on the shoulder, her eyes still panicked behind her painfully wide smile. Her lips cracked in the same way Connor’s did.  “Worried for nothing, I see. It’s always good to meet Connor’s friends.”

I smiled, my face pained.

He could lie. Right now. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and I knew he was thinking about it. Smile, pretend, I really got you guys this time! Slap me on the back, call me bro, smile and nod when his father asked about the cute girls on campus. He could cut me down right here, and he knew it.

Connor was smiling politely, his hands still twitching at his sides. He was painfully close to me, too close for them not to notice, our shoulders brushing. They were taking it in with darting eyes and slim pupils, eyes cutting between us, begging for an explanation.

“What do you mean?” Connor asked in a strained voice, obviously attempting to be civil. The smile on his face, while trying, was a fraud.

Cynthia had begun to wring her hands, licking her lips as if attempting to come up with something in a way that wouldn’t offend me. She laughed too loudly.

“You just, you said over the phone you were bringing home someone you wanted us to meet,” she smiled apologetically in my direction. Behind the two of them, Zoe Murphy had rolled into a sitting position, her auburn eyebrow arched, her lipglossed mouth in a froze oh.

“Yeah,” Connor said slowly, eyes glancing from me back to them in a can you believe this? sort of way, clearly more for their benefit than mine. He wanted them to say it for him, but the wouldn’t. They weren’t the kind of people who were going to wish for this or be thrilled Connor was finally himself.

He was trying to come out, and they were pressed so tightly against the closet door, Connor was going to need a fucking cannon to get himself out.

Larry made a noise in the back of his throat, impatient, disguising it with an exasperated laugh. I watched Connor tense, his shoulders locking and his mouth falling open. Scared.

“She just means,” Larry laughed awkwardly, making an aggressive eye contact with me in an attempt to demean Connor, “We thought Connor meant a girl. We thought he might be getting serious with someone.”

Boom.

To his credit, Connor didn’t explode. He didn’t scream. He did it slowly, softly, without words, the same way the Connor I knew everything about and the Murphy’s had never met did everything.

He just smiled–not forced, but serene and genuine, and glanced down to where his pale hand, freckled across the knuckles was bumping against mine, and laced out hands together.  I wasn’t looking at the Murphy’s, but I could hear their sharp intake of breath over the rapid pounding of my heart.

Connor was smiling at me, the apples of his cheeks eclipsing his eyes that were watering with the uncertainty of the moment.

And I was so proud.

He chose me.

He chose himself.

“I am,” Connor said, his voice certain from where he smiled at me in awe and adoration. “Serious about someone. This is my boyfriend.”

—-

“It could’ve gone worse.”

Connor, laying facedown on his twin bed could’ve been slightly endearing, slightly adorable, if it hadn’t been for the face he was screaming into his pillow.

“It could’ve gone a lot fucking better!” He screamed, leaning up to scratch at his face with his black chipped nails–a bad habit that had me lunging forward to take his wrists, replacing his hands onto my hips and sitting beside him, letting him fall face first into my chest with a humph.

“They didn’t make us leave,” I reminded softly, combing a hand through his soft hair and kissing his temple. Connor just groaned against my chest.

“My dad passed out,” Connor hissed against my chest. “Fucking went unconscious. Because I’m gay.”

“Again, not the worst reaction.”

“Oh my God, dude, please let me be negative!” Connor grunted, pulling back, stuffing his hands into his hair, causing me to reach up again to remove them.

“Stop that,” I mumbled. “Keep those on me.”

He frowned, but still reached forward tenderly to cup the back of my neck, eyes searching for something in my face. Leaning forward till he blurred, close enough to kiss, he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, tilting his forehead to rest against mine with closed eyes.

“I worship you,” he whispered, sending a violent chill down my spine, my own hands reaching up to tangled in the fabric of his hoodie. “I’d do that again and again to be with you.”

“Con,” I whispered, pouting my lips to beg for a kiss, sighing happily when he obliged me, nudging me backwards gingerly against his mattress which was struggling to hold two grown men.

He was tender, loving as he pressed chaste kisses again and again to my lips, before sighing and laying his head against my chest, reaching up to run his thumb absently across my jaw.

“Your sister seemed supportive.”

“What part of ‘Holy shit, no way!’ seemed supportive to you?”

“She was smiling?”

“Babe–”

“I’m sorry,” I conceded, reaching up to again card my fingers through his hair. “It’s just…they didn’t throw you out, Con. They didn’t call us names. They didn’t burn your things. That’s a luxury I didn’t have when I came out to my folks.”

He sighed, pressing his nose against my chest again, kissing over the fabric of my shirt with a pained expression. “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry. Just–I’m taking care of you from now on, alright? You don’t have to worry about that stupid shit anymore.”

“I know sweetheart,” I sighed, leaning down to kiss him again, knotting my hands into his long hair and going deeper, feeling Connor’s long legs give way to straddle me, his own hands framing my face to keep me firmly in place.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my lips, before diving back in with fervor, licking up into my mouth, pulling a small laugh from the both of us.

“Con–” I warned.

“I know,” he groaned, pressing his face into the side of my neck and stretching my shirt collar to reveal a stripe of skin, beginning to suck a vicious hickey there, earning a surprised yelp from me.

“Connor, you can’t–”

“Knock, knock!”

We sprang apart, both of us scrubbing at our faces, attempting to control our breathing. Connor stared wordlessly at the still closed door for a long time, before his mother called his name again and it dawned on him that she was asking permission to enter his room.

“Come in.”

Cynthia smiled apologetically upon entering, balancing a tray in her hands and sitting it on Connor’s desk, still covered in papers, before seating herself in the desk chair. Connor shifted, obviously uncomfortable.

“We haven’t touched your room,” she said softly, smiling a bit differently than she had downstairs. “Left it just the way you liked it.”

“Thanks,” he said softly, picking at the duvet with his fingernails, before thinking better of it and reaching out to take my hand again. Solidarity.

Cynthia Murphy smiled.

“I brought you cookies–Connor doesn’t like pie, I’m not sure if he told you,” she said to me with a grin, extending a plate I took warily, thanking her warmly as I could. “I know a lot of people eat pie on Thanksgiving, but I’m honestly not even very good at making it–”

“Mom,” Connor called desperately, looking at her with wild eyes. Scared.

“Your dad is just fine,” she promised, still smiling at him like he was the most important thing in the world. Connor’s expression told me he’d never seen it before. “And he’s gonna come around. He just needs a minute, is all.”

Connor nodded, admitting it was reasonable, even if he didn’t like it. “You?”

She smiled, and for the first time I noticed her eyes were wet. “You’ve found somebody, sweetheart. That’s the most important thing. Look how much you’ve grown–I’m so proud of you, Connor.”

I let them hug. I let them cry. I let Cynthia hug me, thank me, take my face in her hands and promise me that I had a home here as long as I loved her son.

It was a lot. It was so much.

And when it was over, it was Connor and I wrapped around each other in his twin bed, our faces desperately close and whispering softly to each other.

“I think my mom wants me to propose.”

“You sure your dad’s heart can take it?”

“Haha, Prince Charming, you’re hilarious.”

A beat of silence, so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep, before I felt his lips linger at my temple. “Thanks for loving me.”

I tightened my grip on his sides, kissing his collar bone lightly. “Always, sweetheart.”

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy imagines #mike faist #ben platt #Connor writes the milk

[prisoner619b]

Falling for You

Hello everyone! In an effort to get back into writing, I’ve decided to write drabbles every day this december based on holiday prompts. if you have any holiday or just general winter themed prompts, send them my way!

this fic is based on this prompt

you were walking in front of me when you tripped over your own foot and knocked over the christmas tree in the park. let me help you up and we’ll try to fix the damage au

wordcount: 1038

Keith was walking down the street listening to his music through headphones, eyes lazily surveying the scenery around him. It was getting late and all the shops on the street were already closed. There was a large Christmas tree set up not much farther down the path. It was simply decorated with white garland and silver and gold ornaments. The only other person walking was a boy who looked to be about Keith’s age. He looked like a student, he had on a backpack and was texting on his phone, not paying any attention to his surroundings whatsoever. That became abundantly clear when the boy tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. He flailed his arms trying to find anything to grab on to, which happened to the Christmas tree. Both the tree and the boy went crashing to the ground together.

 Keith considered just walking away, before realizing what a dick move that would be. He paused his music and took his headphones as he took a few steps to catch up to the boy and offered out a hand to help him up. 

 The boy eagerly took the offered hand and pulled himself up to his feet.

 “Thank you, man.” He said, running his hands down his legs and brushing off dirt from his jeans. “That was seriously embarrassing, I swear I’m usually more graceful. Name’s Lance, by the way.” He finished with a wink.

 Keith tried not to smile and looked away. “Oh I’m sure. Now what are you going to do about that big mess?” He gestured to the fallen tree behind Lance.

 Lance turned around and groaned. “Oh no, oh man I’m in trouble here, aren’t I?”

 “You’ll be fine.” Keith said. “Just fix it up a bit and no one will notice.”

 “Wanna help a bro out?” Lance asked him.

 “Not really.”

 Lance pouted. “Oh come on! Don’t be a dick. Look, I’ll buy you pizza if you help me. There’s no way I can even lift that tree on my own.”

 The promise of pizza was enough to sway Keith. “Okay fine, I’ll help. But I’m holding you to that pizza. Promises are being made and they will be kept.”

 “I can’t believe you don’t trust me. You think I’d lie to you, stranger? On Christmas, no less?”

 “It’s December first.” Keith said. “And it’s Keith.”

 “On this, the holiest of days,”

 “It’s December first!”

 “You’ve shamed me deeply.”

 “How about you stop talking and we pick up this tree?” Keith said to end Lance’s embarrassing speech. He had to admit it was funny. And cute. Maybe just a bit cute. He had to admit it to himself, not to Lance. Lance seemed like the needed any encouragement.

 Working together, the two easily lifted the tree up and set it upright in the stand. The tinsel was easy enough to put right, but more than a few of the ornaments shattered in the fall. Keith started hanging the broken ones anyways, trying to place them in a such a way to hide the missing pieces. He turned over and looked at Lance, who had pulled a marker out of his bag and was now writing on an ornament.

  “What are you doing?”

 Lance looked up. “Just writing a note.” He held out the ornament for Keith to see the writing.

                         sorry we broke your tree

                     –        keith and lance

 “Why are you signing it? Why did you add my name?” Keith demanded.

 “So that they know we’re sorry!”

 “I didn’t even break it, you did!”

 “Yeah but I’m cute, so I shouldn’t have to take all the blame, right?” Lance grinned like a goof and winked. The combination of goofy and flirty was an odd one that somehow worked for Lance.

 Keith grabbed the ornament and put it on a branch.

 “So you think I’m cute?” Lance asked.

 Keith ignored him, pretending he didn’t have a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He couldn’t help it, Lance was charming, and it wasn’t like Keith had hoards of boys flirting with him. It wasn’t something he was used to.

 “Can I get your number?”

 Keith’s head whipped up to stare at Lance. He knew in his head that asking for a number was just a normal part of flirting but to actually have someone just come out and ask him for the first time was hard to handle.

 “You know, since I owe you pizza and stuff.”

 Oh right, that. Keith took a deep breathe and handed his phone over to Lance so he could add his number. Lance quickly texted himself so he’d have Keith’s number. When Keith got it back he saw that Lance added a heart to his name in his contacts.

 “Also I kind of want to date you, if you’re interested.”

 This boy was going to give him whiplash. “I uh, what?”

 “You stayed this whole time for me, and you’re cute, and I kind of got some vibes from you so I thought,” He ran his hand through his hair. “I totally misread all of this, didn’t I?”

 “Wait, it’s not that, it’s just, I’m not really used to this.” Keith said. Lance looked at him quizzically. “Getting asked out. By boys. I like boys, that’s probably something you should know, right? You asked me out not even knowing and you’re probably wondering,”

 “Oh my god you ramble when you’re nervous that’s so cute.” Lance cooed.

 “You’re making it really hard for me to say yes.” Keith was definitely blushing now. He was glad it was dark so Lance probably couldn’t see just how red he was.

 “Okay okay, got it. No more stupid talking, starting now,” Lance motioned that he was zipping his lips and flicked away the key.

 “You’re so ridiculous.” Keith smiled softly. “Fine. Yes. I’ll go out with you, just try not to destroy anymore holiday decorations or I will leave.”

 Lance hummed happily. His eyes widened in false realization and he then unzipped his lips. “Forgot I couldn’t talk.”

 Keith started laughing, he couldn’t stop it as it bubbled up. “You’re so stupid!” He said, still laughing. Lance was absolutely loving the attention. Keith had to take a few more breaths before he could talk again. “Call me soon.”

 “It’s a date.”

#klance #cara writes #fic

[jemigale]

My love grows in the dark

Men's black button up shirt every day

I cut the most beautiful part of me

/the underlying problem is often psychological, not circumstantial and when problems recur this can result in the caregiver becoming frustrated and impatient with the personality-disordered individual/

The ducks want to be fed

Hands that are bigger than mine

I stepped outside and drowned in the rain

Pretend to love me

I'll be convinced

Cum in my lungs

I'll be okay if ur having fun

I dyed my hair red

A man drinking a can of Jamos on the Frankston line

The cure/the cute

I'm straight edge

Tattooed bros on the internet

Shut the f*ck up she's dead

I got asked my suicide plan and the same day I wanted to die

Hmas babaya

A tree falls into the ocean and doesn't drown

Pray 4 love

Tagged/bread

Selena Gomez 'come and get it'

I haven't managed to shake it yet

I can't live without bread

All I think I want is for you to destroy my whole life

Idk what reminds me of you yet, or anymore

Distraction.

Distancing yourself from the bpd community

Including this line only because you are embarrassed

I only listen to sonny moore's 'gypsyhook' ep

My mum got me out of the water as a child

I imagine being held down in the ocean

The end of my life like an emo song about vomiting

I can't read Kathy ackers writing on smashed in skulls

Photos with your friends

I'm never alone

Whenever I'm with someone I take a photo and upload it to the internet

The blood can't adequately get to the end of my flesh and it often looks grey

Atrophied.

He doesn't know what you are doing but you are doing it for him

Misreading "you make me feel (dead)"

Let me suffer

(buffering noise)

U dnt need to take notice of me anymore because you are my life now

The smoke is tasteless

Boys of summer

How to love yourself

You'd be a (good) parent

I instantly forgot what your voice sounds like and I want you to talk

How to reheat chips

Long distance relationship photograph

My vision is unclear and intense

Where are the flowers

I'm in the water and you know you love me

A frozen corpse

about idealised loves and neuroses

Dead from social anxiety

Practising remembering

U r the thing of great value

Peace sign (discreet).

I woke up with no feelings

Can you touch my hand with your hand

I'm climbing into the bin

Lonely hearts tshirt

It was rly good,  I guess you wanted me then

I thought I had nothing to remind me of you

I can smell you on me

I forgot anything you could have wanted

Bad upfront

My body smells of your body

Sudden feelings of worthlessness

I look beautiful because you washed my hair for me

I lost a box of matches

Are you causing trouble for others

Don't talk to me about it again

---(ducks)

\m/

Fluro pink broken hearts

Colourful messy ones

Cut my wrists and black my eyes

Nourishing lightweight concealer

Do I have a personality

Every part of my aching heart needs you more than the angels do

Why are you evil

People who say brb and then never talk to you again

Your life being intolerable because you are anxious so can't do anything you need to do

An urban legend about Mountain Dew ingredients is that dye Yellow #5 (tartrazine) lowers sperm count

Tfw u give someone money and then they call you a man

A heart in trans colours

I never want to see the colour pink again

Shut down before sex but for the first time in your life he stops

The worst summer for drownings

Bread scissors

Idk how to not be treated badly life is impossible

Like would b nice to b able to assume not everyone is actively evil but just dnt think I can afford to not be on guard and avoid speaking to everyone

28000 rubber ducks lost at sea

I remember Kmart selling house paint and my mum having a straw hat in her closet

She said I don't want to be loved by you

He complimented my earrings but I didn't tell him they were my mums

You're not here anymore but I can still smell u in my bedroom

I want u to hurt me and then hold me

Band aid

What's on your mind?

The void has consumed me

The stars that are moving aren't scams

Someone u actually like

Purple bruise made of paint

The chemical fumes remind you of your hunger

The same bad symbol repeated

I think you're a good person now

Who are the people you would allow to save you

Bitch, I'll fucken make you drown in it

#poetry