#but now also the thing that created jake and chloe in the first place

[lohstandfound]

there are some stories in mythologies that start with two deities. everything else exists because of them. Gaia and Ouranos, Terra and Caelus, Ranginui and Papatūānuku, for example.

we start with Jake and Chloe.

instead of being the sky father and the earth mother, we have creation and destruction. light and dark. forgiveness and vengeance.

total opposite, but a dynamic pair

it was just them for a while, having fun building their world. things got messy, of course

it suddenly gets boring when you have only one person to spend eternity with

somehow, they learn to create life

jenna was the first to join them. she sees all. overwhelming. glimpses of the future, connections between people. it was like she could reach out and physically touch the string connecting jake and chloe. she discovered that whenever she messed with those lines, it affected the relationships. however, jenna was not the cause of the strained relationship between jake and chloe. she longed to discover what would happen if one were to cut that string. maybe she could have tested it when she saw new strings connecting to jake and chloe, but even then she didn't dare to interfere.

jeremy, michael, and christine. thick as theives and artists at heart. they danced around their feelings for an agonisingly long time (and they have eterninty)

rich was made from jake's mourning. he walked out of the fire from chloe's destruction and stopped in front of jake as he watched their temples fall

brooke was once a mere mortal who fell in love with chloe. she eventually gave up her friends, her family, her life, her mortality to spend eternity with chloe. and she would watch those from her old life mourn and grow and move on from afar, always making sure that her birthplace was well fed, well protected, well taken care of.

jake and chloe discover it's much better to spend eternity with their little family than by themselves

(jake and chloe never knew where they came from. never knew that someone else created them. but they know more than anyone else that anything that has been created can also be destroyed)

#lohst.txt #jake dillinger #chloe valentine #deities au #yes i know gaia/ouranos is basically the same as terra/caelus #let me have this #i lost my train of thought because my brother apparently required i participate in his brief high school musical 2 singalong #so im not happy with rich's origin #i dont like it #something about being created from fire and fire being the thing to 'destroy' him #anyway in my head the squip takes the place of the monster that 'killed' them #and it still is #but now also the thing that created jake and chloe in the first place #like chaos creating gaia in greek mythology #same concept

[livhosblog]

Creating a look — Blue Light Sunglass — Livho

As you store around for eyeglasses, you'll see that the patterns and customizations are almost infinite! Couple this superb variety with less expensive fees, and you have no purpose now not to pair each of your appears with a complementing set of eyeglasses!

Many folks come to mind when I think about how a pair of glasses was related to their style. The primary person who comes to mind is Sally Jessy Raphael and her crimson frames. Perhaps she is the first person I consider because her eyeglasses have been the brightest, if not the most important. Her eyeglasses made any such assertion that taken by way of themselves, they represented her and what she does – communicate approximately branding!

We've talked about Indianapolis Colts place kicker Rodrigo Blankenship and his thick black frames in every other submission. He wears them weekly, and it's clear that they've become part of his branding and advertising.

Chloe Kim, Jonny Moseley, and just about each wintry weather sports player can usually be seen wearing their shades or snow goggles – each of which can be corrected to fit your imaginative and prescient prescription!

Harry Potter has a specific fashion of round-rimmed eyewear. So iconic are his glasses that they have offered infinite pairs as souvenirs and memorabilia! John Lennon wore a similarly styled pair returned in his day. Perhaps it's a British thing.

Who do you watch when you photo aviator fashion shades like Ray-Bans? Your uncle? Tom Cruise as a real aviator in the conventional movie pinnacle Gun? Speak of "traditional," I suggest, vintage, how approximately Erik Estrada in CHiPs or you already know, that different man, his accomplice? Aviator eyewear represents a fashion this is undying. They're as famous these days as they have been generations ago. I'll maintain onto mine and spot if my awesome grandkids want them.

My father watched the news the other day, or what passes for news in recent times – a panel of six visitors speak over each different. I observed a girl wearing a few wild and huge eyeglass frames. I started something approximately it, and my father answered, "Oh yeah, that's so and so, and she or he's always converting the glasses she wears." I haven't visible her since, but I'm sure there is a story about how she chooses her glasses every day – ought to it's that your desire for eyewear can be fascinating to others? I'm confident they have served as a communique piece on more than one event.

Iris Apfel is any other lover of eyeglass frames as she is usually attracted to collecting eyeglasses, even before she ever needed glasses for her vision. When she, in the end, did want eyeglasses, she took out the enormous pair from her collection and right away created an iconic search for herself. She has also lived a long time and has plenty to mention. Her ambitious desire for eyewear flawlessly suits her character!

Sandra Oh at a 2010 most desirable after celebration can be visible carrying glasses, a get dressed, and footwear of the equal colour. She accessorized so flawlessly that it's difficult to tell if the glasses are an accent to the dress or if the dress and footwear turn out to be secondary to her glasses. Her glasses balanced the accents from her footwear, and it's clear that the general look doesn't paint without the eyeglasses that she chose. The eyeglasses have been integral to the success of her outfit.

Actual human beings aren't the best ones who wear eyeglasses. I'm reminded of Jake Jarmel's eyeglasses from "The Scofflaw," the 99th episode of the Seinfeld scenario comedy collection of the 1990s. Jake changed into a boastful chunk and insisted on wearing a couple of glasses that nobody else may want. For this reason, he would supply his glasses from Malaysia; however, when his girlfriend, Elaine, was uninterested in him and desired revenge, she went out of her manner to find a pair of glasses equal to his. She sooner or later gave them to her boss, who turned into analyzing a bookshop in which Jake could see him and primary be stressed with the aid of the equal glasses and then get irritated and assault the boss for sporting "his" eyeglasses. I can admit that they were a nice pair of eyeglasses with a tortoiseshell frame.

You can't study a person in the eyes without noticing their eyewear. That's why eyeglasses are the right accessory to make a declaration! Will you choose the biggest and the boldest glasses you could find, glasses so formidable that they grow synonymous with you, like Sally Jessy Raphael and Iris Apfel? Will you match them to the outside where you locate yourself, like Chloe Kim and Jonny Moseley? Will you complement them to your outfit in any way that no person can consider your appearance without them, like Sandra Oh? Will you exchange them every day and possibly fit them for your mood for the day? Or will you select a pair that defines you and your brand so flawlessly that they grow to be undying, iconic, and instantaneous classics? What will you decide? Something it's far, we're lucky to have infinite options which are inexpensive on the subject of eyewear.

#blue light sunglass #Best blue light blocking reading glasses

[phoenixfeatherquillwriting]

10 Questions Tag

Thanks for including me, Jake @homesteadchronicles! I was so pleased to see you show love to Kasumi in your answer set. 💙

1. When you find a book at the store, what about it makes you decide to buy it or put it back on the shelf? 

I read the back summaries first, and then I read the first chapter if I can, to see if I like the characters and narrative voice. Ociasonally, a really interesting title will grab me, but I don’t notice much in terms of aesthetic, like the cover?

2. What would your book’s ideal cover look like, should you have access to any artist you’d want and any resources you would need to make it a reality?

Oof, I’ve never really thought about this because I never really considered publishing my stories. But I really enjoyed doing the character challenges and lyrics edits, so I might take inspiration from those? Also, Chloe @toboldlywrite made me an excellent banner for 4TAG which would make a great cover! My other friend Inky @inkdropsonroses made me a Constellan alphabet, so I might translate the title into that on a cover for Equexia-verse!

3. If you could rewrite one story - be it a book, game, movie, show, etc. - which would it be and why?

A lot of my existing characters come into being because I liked a character in a book or show, but didn’t like the way their arc was written or where the plot took them, or thought they were underutilized in terms of potential! I also use AUs for this purpose, dropping my OCs into other stories. I’ve been working on a sort of side project right now that both Inky and Chloe already know about, rewriting portions of Star Trek Voyager in order to add to and re-imagine parts of the story of Seven of Nine. (Thank you Star Trek Picard for bringing her back 💙)

4. Have you ever given a story a second chance and liked it better the next time through? What caused your opinion to change?

I’ve given up on Equexia-verse for long stretches before coming back to it and doing reworks to make myself enjoy it again. Being stuck usually means I need to rework some plot, draw in more influences from another genre, or do some character work.

5. What do you believe endears an audience to a character?

I can’t really speak for an entire audience, but I’m drawn to characters who have strong traits that can both make me endeared and upset with them! I like characters who are in conflict with different parts of themselves, and who can be alternately their own savior or their own worst enemy.

6. What kind of romances do you prefer to read about and/or watch unfold? (Soft and shy, hot and sexy, slow burn, enemies to lovers, etc.)

All of these have their merits and I’ll read or watch any, depending on my mood! I think in my own stuff I tend most towards enemies to lovers or very soft.

7. Which AUs are your guilty pleasures?

If I like a setting from another work, I’ll throw my characters in there just for the heck of it. For example, besides my Seven of Nine project, I’ve done some work with pirates and sirens loosely based on Pirates of the Caribbean, the world of the Maleficent films, and Titanic. If I have to choose a genre type, I do mythological retellings and superheroes AUs.

8. If only one age demographic would ever read your books, which would you choose and why?

I think my story would fit well into the YA and NA spheres, but that might just be because those are what I’ve preferred reading for a while.

9. If you could pay homage to one person in your life through your stories and/or characters, who would it be and why?

I would want to pay homage to some of my writer friends who first gave me the courage to share my hobby with others.

10. If every reader walked away from your story having been changed in one significant way, what would you want it to be and why?

I would want them to know that there’s a place for any type of character with any type of background, and that they shouldn’t be afraid to include the people amd things they would most want to read about in their own creative works.

Questions for Others

1. Do you conciously take inspiration from authors or books you love, or from your genres? Or do you actively try to avoid it?

2. Do you write fanfiction, do roleplaying, or other kinds of fan activity? How do these things influence the way you create original work? Do you feel they’ve given you valuable “tools” in your “creative toolbox?”

3. Do you use WorldAnvil (or something like it) for worldbuilding purposes, or do you prefer to use your own methods/systems for worldbuilding?

4. How do you choose your characters’ appearences? Do you use generators, choose face claims, make sketches, or something else?

5. What are your favorite tropes to read about or watch? Are they the same as the tropes you yourself most like to use in your writing?

6. Do you have a network of writer friends offline, such as a school club, writing workshop partners, etc.?

7. When looking for inspiration for a story, are you more likely to be drawn to visual or auditory elements? (Ex: would you browse through picture prompts, listen to music, seek out a written prompt, or something else?)

8. Are the names of your characters and the places in your world important to you? How do you choose them?

9. Do you utilize any personality types or tests to determine your characters’ personality, like Meyers-Briggs, enegrams, character archetypes, the four temperaments, alignment charts, the elements, Hogwarts houses, or even various types of astrology (Western Zodiac, Celtic tree, Chinese zodiac, etc.?)

10. What is your favorite part of worldbuilding? (Ex: building cultures, mapmaking, history and timeline work, making conlangs, religion and mythology, plant and animal making, magic and technology systems...)

I don’t know who all has been tagged, so ANYONE CAN PLAY!

#tag games #dove’s writing process #get to know the blogger #writeblr #mine

[bmcrbb]

artist claims

sorry for the delay, there’s some personal drama taking up my time to blame here & also a small bit of classic procrastination. but here we are, with ARTIST CLAIMS.

here’s how this works!

i’m gonna put a list of fics below the read more line, and they’re all numbered, but do not have author names on them. your job is to pick your favorite 3 fics, and then enter their numbers into this form. that’s it! a fic may end up with multiple artists, and we may do a round 2 for any unclaimed fics.

here we go!

1. Marked On My Grave

Summary:

Really, Christine hadn’t expected much to come out of her life after dropping out of Bard Highschool. Her job opportunities were low, and Bard College was out of the window entirely. Shady deals made by angry princesses didn’t exactly help, nor did the pillaging pirates and necromancers-for-hire. And the necromancer’s mechanical henchmen were just the cherry on top of the very, very dangerous cake! But Christine really couldn’t say no to an adventure, could she?

Ships: Hints of Christine Canigula/Jenna Rolan, background Jake Dillinger/Michael Mell, background Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Tags & Warnings: Fantasy Au (Inspired by DND), Minor Non-Graphic Violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Unconsciousness, Brief Mention of a Concussion, Mild Cursing

2. Reconnect

Summary:

Jeremy is a single dad trying his best. Michael is also a single dad trying his best. After a falling out in high school, they haven't seen each other for years. When their sons become friends, they're forced to talk through their problems and figure out how to get along. Michael never really thought of Jeremy as anything more than a friend, but now...

Ships: Michael/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke

Tags & Warnings: Refrenced Abuse (from squip and from a parent), Slow Burn, Child Original Characters, jeremy heere fights the PTA

3.  off key, but in tune (we reach a crescendo)

Summary:

Marching band! (No squips!) Rich has been in band since freshman year, he's been aware of Jeremy since they joined at the same time even if they played different instruments. They weren't friends but they weren't not friends. Eventually Jeremy brings another kid with him - they're sophomores now. Rich isn't necessarily good but he's the only other person who plays baritone. Michael picks it because no one else plays it. No one except Rich.

They spend their time at the back of the marching field, helping each other get their uniforms straightened out, crammed in the back of the band bus with Jeremy, falling asleep on the way home from a competition. Nothing becomes something becomes everything. Michael helps Rich read music, Rich helps Michael's form. Sophomore year turns to Junior year turns to Senior year. Long nights at competitions, winning awards, holiday concerts, state band competitions. At some point they realize that this might be what love is.

Ships: Michael/Rich

Tags & Warnings: Rich's dad sucks, implied self harm (nothing graphic), I'm not totally sure of all the details yet but they're sad and learn to navigate. Maybe past suicide attempts referenced. maybe underage drinking/smoking weed

Notes: the kids are all lgbtq and neurodivergent im not exactly sure on everything yet, rich has adhd michael is autistic and has adhd. slowburn all that good stuff, michael and rich play baritone, rich moves up to sousaphone and michael is a drum major senior year. jeremy plays flute. the others will be in it not totally sure whos where yet. jenna is yearbook tho.

4. Dead Poets

Summary:

Brooke loves poetry and dreams of becoming a poet herself, but when Chloe starts belittling her for it, she decides to leave it in the past. Flash-forward to junior year, and Brooke feels like her only purpose in life is to follow Chloe around while being constantly reminded that she's inferior to her. She could leave, but fearing what others would think and knowing that she's been in love with Chloe since kindergarten prevents her from doing so.

The only place that provides her solace is her favorite place behind the school, and one day, she stumbles upon someone there—Richard Goranski, a guy who loves poetry and literature as much as she does, and is also struggling with an unrequited love. Hanging out with him revives her will to create poetry, and together they learn how to cope with their problems. Unfortunately, things also get a whole lot more complicated, and Brooke realizes that perhaps that's how beautiful tragedies were written—they were experienced first.

Ships: Chloe/Brooke, Platonic Brooke/Rich, Rich/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke, background Jake/Chloe

Tags & Warnings: There are suicidal thoughts (Brooke seriously entertains the thought of killing herself at one point, but doesn't push through with it or even do self-harm at all. Meanwhile, Brooke discovers Rich's scars from doing self-harm, and learns that he's tried to kill himself before) and mentions of depressing things (like tragedies, so there will be mentions of blood and violence and stuff like that, but it's pretty brief), homophobia, Alternate Universe, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Esteem Issues, Friendship, Inspired by Poetry, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, stuff like that. Oh, and there's a bunch of fluff at some point, and the S.Q.U.I.P. doesn't exist.

5. take my hand, take my whole life too

Summary:

Expensive Headphones fake dating AU.

Ships: Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: No Current Warnings, Fake dating, Wedding, Fluff

6. friended

Summary:

Focused mostly on platonic relationships and the aftermath of everything, i know one plot point that i wanna include is michael’s moms taking in jake after the house fire and rich + jer bonding

Ships: Jeremy/Christine/Jake, potential Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Mentions of the squip abuse, Homophobia, Alcoholism, Platonic michael/jake, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

7. love shack (that’s where it’s at)

Summary:

Brooke decides to capitalize on the annual Valentine’s Day Dance (the second most attended dance at Middleborough High, second only to the Freshman Fling. The prom DOES NOT COUNT, Jake.), and she sets up a little matchmaking stand outside school.

Two things she wasn’t expecting happen:

1) Matchmaking is a surprisingly profitable business

2) She doesn’t want a match of her own

Ships: brooke’s aro and that’s the whole point of this fic but, background Jeremy/Christine, Jenna/Thalia, & some very very background stuff

Tags & Warnings: Brief Homophobia, aro!brooke, figuring out your sexual identity, School Dance

8.  Being Scared Keeps Us Alive

Summary:

Superhero AU where Jeremy is Spider-Man and Michael is like the blogger but anyway best friends turned boyf riends eventually with some twisty villainy occurring in the background

Ships: Jeremy/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Blood & Violence, Superhero AU

9. For The Better

Summary:

Chloe puts in the effort to change for the better, and her and Brooke find that maybe theres a little more than friendship between the two of them.

Ships: Brooke/Chloe, Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: None Currently

10. Let’s Get Inside Their Brains

Summary:

Jeremy Heere is a surgical resident. He’s the son of the now-deceased well-known surgeon Anne Heere. This is something he tries to hide from his peers. He falls for pediatric neurosurgeon prodigy Christine Canigula when he starts working with her. Christine is hesitant to start things with him because of him being a resident but she falls for him anyway. Jeremy also deals with trying to handle the legacy of being a Heere and the expectations that were set for him before he was even born.

Christine’s character is not just falling for a resident and that is not the only plot. She also struggles with the complicated task of discovering how to deal with a startling new epidemic of implants in people’s brains that change their behaviors. She can’t figure out how to fix the problem even with her prodigy level skills. Her attempts at removing the implant create strange behaviors in her patients that she doesn’t know how to explain. Sometimes the surgeries fail completely and people die on the table.

Jeremy has a knack for neurosurgery and is picked by Christine to work with her. Together they try to understand what exactly is going on and how to fix it without killing the patients or causing strange behavior that can’t see to be fixed.

Ships: Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: Medical procedures, mentions of past abuse, Dark, Alternate Universe

now, again, ARTISTS, please select your top 3 fics and fill out this form. first come, first serve! please have it filled out by JULY 23RD, or i will chase you around with a wooden spoon in your dms

#be more chill

[heereandthere]

~A Massive Thank You to @bemorechillmusical~

As I’m sure all of you know, today marks a bittersweet ending to a glorious journey: “Be More Chill” has officially finished its 5-month Broadway run. I’m really sad to see it ride off into the sunset so soon, but I’m also really proud of everyone who has made this show what it is today and helped so many people get out of very bad places. This show means so much to so many people, and though it’s disappointing to see it being taken away, it’s remarkable that everyone made it this far.

Thank you, “Be More Chill”, for introducing me to theatre and helping me find a place where I really belong, for guiding me to an outlet for the stresses of the world. This show helped me discover that the root of my issues was having no way to project by introducing me to the world of drama because “it seemed fun”, which led to some of my fondest memories. I now volunteer frequently at my local theatre, and, since I was also helped in figuring out what path I want to choose in life, I have wild dreams of making my Broadway debut.

Thank you, “Be More Chill”, for being there for me when I felt the most lost. When I first found this show is when a lot of emotional issues began to worsen for me, and I remember very fondly how BMC became, much like theatre, an outlet for all of those problems. I was having difficulties with my friends that I didn’t understand or could articulate properly, which made Michael’s story, in particular catch my eye; “Michael in the Bathroom” always helped me with a healthy cry, and flashing back to songs like “Two-Player Game” always put a smile on my face when I needed it.

Thank you, “Be More Chill”, for changing my life with only one performance and making a birthday I was secretly dreading one of the best ones possible. This was the very first Broadway show I had ever seen and, thanks to my amazing family, I was able to see it on the day I encountered a very big birthday that would change the course of my life. I was terrified of this day and, honestly, there was a part of me that just wanted to hole up in my house for the weekend and let it come and go. But, I wound up doing the exact opposite, and for those two hours I spent watching Jeremy’s story play out, I was convinced that things were going to be perfectly fine. The fears I had about fighting for my spot on Broadway and the troubles that would come with it dissipated, and I felt completely comfortable in my skin for the first time in I didn’t know how long. Being at the Lyceum made everything feel perfectly alright, and, in the words of the wise Evan Hansen, it gave me a reason to believe I’ll be okay.

Thank you, Will Roland and Jeremy Heere, for teaching me that, no matter how much I may dislike myself or how bad my anxieties get, there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel and the best person for me to be is myself. There will always be voices in my head telling me ridiculous things, but there’s only one me, and I need to embrace this me and enjoy life while I still can.

Thank you, George Salazar and Michael Mell, for making me smile when I needed it most while also showing me that it doesn’t matter whether or not the world is watching. You taught me that self-love does not equal narcissism and is pivotal to living your best life, and that the condescending looks from your peers don’t matter as long as you’re being your best self.

Thank you, Stephanie Hsu and Christine Canigula, for teaching me that a little weird in this world is a good thing. It’s okay to be quirky, especially when things seem the worst, and oftentimes being odd is the best way to be. Times are confusing and scary and I may feel pensive about letting my inhibitions go, but sometimes letting loose and making some of the most obscure noises known by humankind is what can do you best.

Thank you, Katlyn Carlson and Chloe Valentine, for teaching me that confidence is possible, even when it feels like you have to fake it. Other people being self-confident and happy is not a comment on me and my progress, and even if it may take me a bit longer to reach that station in life, if I can break away from that negative mindset, I’ll be able to achieve a pure confidence in myself one day.

Thank you, Lauren Marcus and Brooke Lohst, for teaching me that I’m strong and deserve better than to be walked all over. I don’t have to take toxic behavior on the chin and wear it, because my mental health and feelings are just as crucial to care for as anyone else’s. I am no one else’s toy, and no one has any right to use me and expect me to stay when they hurt me.

Thank you, Tiffany Mann and Jenna Rolan, for teaching me that my voice matters, too. I shouldn’t let people take advantage of me for one exclusive thing, no matter what it is, and that friendship is a two-way street of effort. I’m important despite what the behavior of other people may lead me to believe, and I’m allowed to leave relationships if they’re toxic to me. I’m allowed to speak out against what I don’t believe in.

Thank you, Gerard Canonico and Rich Goranski, for teaching me that I do have a say in who I want to be. No matter what mold society tries to place me in, it is possible for me to break that and fight to be my own person, with all of my quirks and peculiarities in the mix. If people don’t like who I really am, it may hurt, but that’s okay because as long as I’m living my best life, it doesn’t matter.

Thank you, Britton Smith and Jake Dillinger, for teaching me that vulnerability isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I don’t have to suppress my thoughts and feelings for other people, and it’s okay to open up about what’s bothering me. I’m never alone, no matter how barren my life feels, and it’s worth it in the long run to confide in someone, anyone. It’s okay.

Thank you, Jason Tam and the squip, for teaching me that my inner voices are intimidating and controlling, but don’t define who I am, as long as I put up a fight. I don’t always have to listen to what my brain tells me because, even if it is an extension of me, there are times when it’s wrong and irrational, and so if I assert myself and keep my true self in mind, it’s possible to deny my mind the luxury of hurting me.

Thank you, Jason Sweettooth Williams and Mr. Heere (and, of course, Mr. Reyes and the Scary Stockboy), for teaching me that sometimes you have to defy what your emotions tell you and stand up for your loved ones. It may feel like my problems control me, but it’s always okay and even encouraged to stand up and fight back, especially in the name of those you care about. Recovery is possible.

Thank you, Cameron Bond, Troy Iwata, Morgan Siobhan Green, Anthony Chatmon III, Joel Waggoner, and Talia Suskauer for working so incredibly hard on this show and in memorizing all of your roles, prepared to go on at a moment’s notice. You’ve fought for this just as hard as anyone else, and you deserve all of the respect and credit in the world for the times you’ve stepped up and absolutely killed it on both the Signature and Lyceum stages.

Thank you, Ned Vizzini, for creating a book that would come to inspire so many in such a great way, and for giving us the courage to stand up and be ourselves through the whole ordeal that is adolescence. This musical and this community wouldn’t exist without you and your work, and you laid the groundwork for what all of this would become. None of us would be here if it weren’t for your creation.

Thank you, Joe Iconis, Joe Tracz, Stephen Brackett, Chase Brock, Beowulf Boritt, Bobby Frederick Tilly, Tyler Micoleau, Ryan Rumery, Alex Bosco Koch, Dave Bova, Charlie Rosen, Emily Marshall, Michael Aarons, J. David Brimmer, Amanda Michaels, and every other intern, backstage worker, and stage managers for creating a show that has made me laugh, cry, and felt like I’m where I need to be, for creating a show that has helped me find a community of amazing people, both locally and online, and helped me feel like I was a little less alone. I know there are thousands of people just like me who say these same things, but I have no idea where I would be if it weren’t for this show, and I feel like I’m a better person for having found it.

Congratulations on an amazing comeback and a fantastic Broadway run, and I wish every single person who ever worked on this show the very best. It’s been an honor watching you get where you are today. I look forward to seeing you guys making theatre headlines once more very soon.

~Sincerely, Me

#heere says things #be more chill

[cleverbroadwayurl]

Prom Queen (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 20)

Song: Prom Queen by Catie Turner

Word Count: 2629

Need to Catch Up? Again, everything is linked in my masterlist because Tumblr is being silly about links! 

A/N: Please enjoy this new installment! I’ve been working hard on making sure that this piece is wonderful, and actually over a year ago, I started writing and rewriting this piece! I am so happy with how far it’s come and the support on it is amazing!! Thank you so much! 

Taglist: @retrogarden @be-more-heidi-hansen @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @catatonic-kuragin @bluhimaweirdo @stargirl-murphy 

Trigger Warnings: Jeremy self depreciating, mentions of alcohol, extreme concern, mentions of an abusive boyfriend, mentions of traumas happening to a main character, mentions of the SQUIP, if I MISSED ANYTHING LET ME KNOW

Jeremy reaches his hand out, shaking as he tries to move the cursor away from the piece of media. He stops. Sharply, quickly, he shuts his laptop and casts it aside. Rolling over, the tears that had been forming in his eyes now spill down his cheeks. He can feel his legs contracting, toes curling so hard that his muscles begin to hurt, hands gripping the blanket. You were okay. You had to be okay.

Right?

It’s been two weeks since Jeremy had packed up his entire room with Michael and landed himself back at home, in his own room, with his own bed, and his own bathroom. The change had been sudden, weird, foreign to him. There was a though as he had looked at his house—a simple one, a new one: I don’t live here anymore, do I?. As the bags rolled up and into the house, Jeremy felt himself hesitate, like the world had stopped for a second to allow him to just take everything in. Sure, he was happy to be back and see his friends, but he missed some of the people that he’d met at school. He missed being able to have explicit conversations at Michael at literally any time of the day, the 3 AM Super Smash Bros. battles on a random Tuesday. All of this even before he’d stepped into the house that he’d come to know so well. It was weird, frightening almost.

But that melted away when he set up his room and finally got things unpacked. Once everything had its place once again, it felt normal again. It had taken him a week to do that, and the second he finished, Brooke texted the group chat and asked about having a get together while Jake was still in town on vacation before his job started back up again—owning two places as an independent student wasn’t practical, so he just chose to move to the town his college was in and get a job there. He’d only be in town for a week or two, so this event would be important. It would be the only time that the group would see him before their own semesters restarted in four months.

Within the hour, it’s decided: a bonfire in Brooke’s large country backyard. The weather was finally warm enough to actually enjoy Summer activities, rather than just dream about them in the middle of class—Brooke’s words, not his. But the ability to wear a t-shirt with no coat was definitely a liberating feeling. And so it was planned. The date was set, Jake was free, and Jeremy snapped back into reality as he looked around at the done-up backyard that Brooke obviously put time into.

He glances around at the golden lights above his head, the ones from Target that are as big as your fist. The department store called them “patio lights”, but Brooke had just strung them overhead on just part of her large yard, wrapping around beams, and making what would be soon twilight calming, despite the loudness of conversations and people. Within minutes after everyone arrived, the fire was started—safely—and the party officially started. Jeremy kicked the dirt and the lemonade in his cup swished before going back to its static state.

For the safety of everyone driving, Jake mainly, who’d have to drive two hours back the next day, no alcohol was served. It just made things easier for everyone, alcohol had too many reasons to it, too many bad memories, and was too social in such a way that if one person had a drink, it’d be awkward for everyone else and visa versa. But that didn’t mean there weren’t options. There was soda, lemonade, pink lemonade, juice, and water. Of course, you could also mix different drinks together to create something new, which apparently Rich liked to do, because that’s what Jeremy ended up with after he’d asked “can you get me something to drink?”

It wasn’t a bad taste, it was just different. He’d asked for no caffeine, shockingly, because it was late and he kinda wanted to sleep that night. And Rich had kept his promise not to do that. He wasn’t going to intentionally go against someone’s wishes for no reason—that was dick move he’d been done with for almost 2 years now.

A breeze goes by, and for the first time in months, it feels good. It’s a cool 65, warm enough to wear a t-shirt and jeans, but not get cold when the breeze does hit you. The sun continues to set and the area goes from the golden that Jeremy envied and avoided so much to the darker hues of blue around him. The lights in the larger country house go on, the little kitchen window overlooking the backyard now prominent against the forest behind the party. As Jeremy zones out of conversation, he can feel heat in his chest—he missed this. He’d missed his friends, missed the get togethers, and while he really loved having people on his college campus that didn’t know anything about his junior year, he liked having people that he could relate to. He liked having a support group that didn’t need words to operate, but knew just by your actions what was happening. He enjoyed the way that he relaxed around the group, the way that everything seemed to click. No one was alone in the group, unless that person asked to be alone. He liked it. College was spent alone usually, this was…nice was the best word he could come up with.

Daisy runs through the party and stops at Jeremy. He can’t help a smile as he leans down and pets the yellow lab, her face reflecting the smile. The dog pants and enjoys the pets she gets before dashing off to a new part of the yard, chasing or following or doing something sweet that big dogs do. His heart swelled as she did so. Jeremy wasn’t sure why, but big dogs had such a soft spot in his heart. With a fluid motion, Jeremy decides to actually socialize with the people around him. His lemonade concoction swishes as he walks, and he’s careful to not spill it on himself or onto the ground. Jeremy decides to join the group of Chloe and Jenna; it’d been a while since he spoke to either of them, probably since around the holidays.

He joins in at the seemingly wrong time: Jenna’s talking about her social work classes for her major and prelaw track. She’s smart, she’s confident, and the prelaw track was unexpected, but it suits her. The information she now stores in her head is to indefinitely help people instead of using it in the snake-like way she once did. While not the social butterfly in high school, Jenna sure seems to be one in college. Good for her.

There’s an exchange on conversation, shifting to Chloe’s interest in design. She’d been debating on which design for a while, but was now narrowed down to two different kinds: textile or interior. Jeremy was sure she’d choose interior. Chloe continued to talk on, but Jeremy couldn’t pay attention to her. The things she was saying were interesting, and he’d remember the silly facts later when talking to her. He knew how much Chloe loved to talk about design and creating—he’d get the spiel later.

No, instead, something felt off. There was something ominous about the Summertime for some reason. It felt like something was missing, like there was a loose connection somewhere. It had happened before, but nothing this strong, this out of place. It was that feeling you get when first starting a horror game. That edge, that something’s wrong but I don’t know what feeling. He kicks the dirt once again, lemonade drink clonking against the sides of the cup. This time, the drink doesn’t matter, the ground is just dirt, everything just felt like shapes. Fuck, maybe Night in the Woods had gotten to him too much. It wasn’t the same kind of shapes, though. It just…everything mattered to him, but the shapes persisted around him as the feeling kept haunting him.

As a distraction, he looks at the road and the neighbor’s house across the street. It’s a wooden house, and seems to only be stained and not painted. There are shutters, but Jeremy doesn’t notice them right away. It’s almost like a much larger version of a cottage in the woods. Instead, this is in an almost field area, out in the country but not owning any land for farming. It doesn’t matter. Jeremy can’t shake the feeling that there’s something odd. The air felt different, his mind is thinking about what that one thing is. He’s too distracted for a distraction.

Another breeze passes through, and Jeremy gets a chill this time as the leaves begin applauding the night. But instead of being set back into the present, Jeremy is escorted to the past. He can remember the wooden bench, the white paint, the architecture, the light in the octagon in the center of the roof, the that he—stop. It’s a command to himself. He can’t think about you. He can’t have the memories that include his senses happen here, not now. That would ruin the night, he’d have to go home, and not by himself. There’s no possible way to operate a car while his brain is giving him flashes, beautiful moments he’d shared with you—the way you’d clutched that coffee mug in the café, the way you’d been so afraid of everything, except, for the most part, him. The way you’d fallen asleep against the window of his car as he drove you home that first night, the Instagram posts, the moments of reluctancy, how everything came crashing down during one of the longest nights of Jeremy’s life. But he couldn’t start thinking about you now. He couldn’t think about the butterfly effect, the evidence that screams at him that you’re not okay or even worse.

Now is not the moment to think about that. Those times usually end in him playing the switch until 4 in the morning, trying to rid his head of you. All anyone had to do was ask Michael about it, he’d been the one to tell Jeremy to save for fuck’s sake and go to bed. Jeremy shakes his head of those thoughts, eyes searching for Michael around the yard, but fuck, he must be hallucinating because Michael isn’t anywhere to be found. Plan B: look for Rich.

But as soon as Jeremy’s eyes scan for Rich, he can’t spy that usually easy to spot red streak that Rich had kept so nicely. It was a trademark at this point, but not being able to find the trademark was terrifying. It was at this moment that Jeremy had to find someone who could just distract him until he could find one or both of them. And that’s when the conversation at hand seemed perfect for him. Jenna’s studies were interesting, an easy distraction was laid right in front of him. So he tuned in for a bit, but his brain was only retaining little information. The conversation had turned to white noise long ago, and his hand gripped the cup in his hand, knuckles turning white from forcing himself to attempt to be calm for just long enough to pass off that things were at least okay.

His eyes finally fix on the forest that surrounds the backyard, calming trees standing proudly against the golden light from the house and string lights above them. The yellowish glow gave the scene a heavenly glow. How ironic. As the darkness continued to seep into the area, the backs of the forest better fit Jeremy’s mood. On the surface, it was light, it was easy, like the beginning of Oxenfree. But underneath, everything felt dark, something was ominous, something was missing. With that thought, Jeremy realized just how destructive to himself he was being. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about you or trying to avoid thinking about you. Wikihow was right, he shouldn’t focus on forgetting you, he should just let things happen, let thoughts happen, and not dwell on them. It was easier to stop thinking about something when you aren’t trying to actively stop thinking about it. And the logic of it made sense, it’s just much easier said than done.

So his eyes refocus on the people around him, the sky, the idea of this chill party-turned bonfire and how nice it was to see everyone again. He thought about the moments before, the plans he had afterwards, but Michael had been weird about that. They usually played games after get togethers with all of their friends, but Michael had bailed this time, claiming that Jeremy probably wouldn’t want to. It was an odd excuse, and gave Jeremy that same feeling that he’d been feeling all night—and that was it. That was why everything was so odd, so weird, and of course reintegrating yourself back into your hometown is a weird feeling by itself, because again, Jeremy definitely felt like he’d moved. With a swish of his drink, Jeremy hears footsteps growing closer and the chain link fence to keep the dogs in click open.

With a quick assumption, Jeremy assumes that it’s just Jake or Rich or something coming back from getting more ice. It wasn’t warm, but the ice was melting like it was. He supposed that the breeze couldn’t cool it down—god that was a dumb joke. But it didn’t matter. He didn’t say it out loud. Jeremy blinks, and finally he’s able to focus on the conversation again.

But the minute that he’s ready to contribute to the conversation, Chloe and Jenna had backed away a little bit, sitting near the outskirts of the yard as they look at him. Jeremy gives a shrug, a confused look, before noticing that almost everyone had backed away from him and were talking quietly. He whips his head around and locks eyes with Christine. She smiles wide, wider than he’s seen all night, and she gives him a nod before taking another sip of whatever she’s drinking. Panic starts to spread around Jeremy, worried that this was a prank. Was someone about to spill water onto him? Where was Michael, and more importantly, where was Rich? Would they need Mountain Dew Red? Had things gotten bad again? Was that the reason behind the rude prank that he was sure was going to happen?

With another second, Jeremy spots the trademark; Rich’s red streak. He’s sipping his drink, almost trying to hide the large smile on his face. Now that Jeremy notices, everyone is following suit. They all have this playful look in their eyes, almost like he was again—about to be completely punk’d by Michael Mell himself. And then, almost all at once, everyone is telling him to turn around. But he’s not falling for that, he’s not falling for Michael standing right behind him to scare him. No way, not again. Finally, there’s a sound that Jeremy can hear.

“Jeremy?”

It’s from behind him, and he recognizes Michael’s voice. Tensing and almost preparing for the worst, Jeremy starts speaking, justifying his reasoning as he does so: “Michael, I swear to god if you’re—”

And then everything stops. Jeremy’s brain stopped functioning, worse than it had in months. His mouth hung open, drink dropped and now spilling onto the dirt. If it was seeping onto his shoes, Jeremy sure as hell didn’t notice. He wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Michael stepped out of his line of sight. Jeremy can feel his mouth dry, his hands get sweaty, mind running fast enough that every motion that he’d done felt like a million years long. He wanted to say something, he prayed for something coherent and at least kind of smart to say, something that would be perfect, new, and beautiful. Something that captured everything that had been happening, but it didn’t matter. The silence was filled soon enough.

“Hey.”

It was you.

#Jeremy Heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine #bmc x reader #bmc imagine #be more chill x reader #be more chill imagine

[whenislunch]

This summer I saw my favorite artist perform live on an island off of Manhattan that used to serve as a jail/mental health institution.

When Frank Ocean came out with his screen grabbed text file posted as a “photo” on Tumblr in 2012, I knew the platform was something special - the one niche he could safely post something so revealing and vulnerable and still not open himself to the direct hate-filled or homophobic comments of any other forum. I had signed up for Tumblr the year prior. I joined with the fantasy of becoming a famous food blogger (and later as a nail artist) so I could quit my publicity job and score all of the PR perks that I so readily dished out to any 'mommy' with a touch of digital pretense.

Personal space on the vast internet was never my craving. I resisted being too present, and enjoyed the ability to control how much I “put myself out there” on facebook, twitter, and later Instagram. With my original two tumblrs, like Frank, I could focus on sharing and following the things I cared the most about: in early cases, it was fan art of Bill Murray, gifs of Daft Punk, and mostly photos of food I had eaten from the everyday life of a new New Yorker discovering the cult nature of the restaurant scene (a similar practice to my behavior as a teen taking shitty photos at punk shows in St Pete, Florida to pin on my bedroom wall). Tumblr became my collection of “curated cool," and nobody cared how hard I was trying or what I put up there, except for me, and it became my favorite place on the internet. Eventually, I realized all of the writers I was admiring on The Awl were including their Tumblrs in their bios, and I was there to follow them. I saw Rebecca Black become a meme before her one-hit would become a wedding band wonder. If sitting at the open kitchen counter at an edison bulb-lit restaurant was the closest you could get to a food industry version of “backstage”, then a Tumblr dashboard filled with all of the blogging generation of the “fake news media” was the analogy. It’s human nature to want to be seen and understood. Selfies perform better than friendies on Instagram - and GPOY’s on Tumblr… well I challenge anybody on music.ly to define the acronym without that peeking at the Childish Gambino Genius page first.

And that’s the tip of the iceberg for where I stand with Tumblr now. After three years of hanging out in the same field, they invited me to meet them at the dugout. After four months of interviewing and pitching challenges and pretending like I was at a digital optimization workshop, I was offered a job. After five years, or nearly, I’m ready for another one. I had the BEST time and the BEST TEAM working at Tumblr. Sentiment is incalculable, and being the Comms professionals that we are, we can swear to the moon that the effect of press results on a brand is unquantifiable when one piece can qualitatively alter the nature of the public’s perception versus the reality of a goal. And I had the the immeasurable luxury to be surrounded by the smartest, most creative, intensely productive, and to borrow a food world phrase - hardiest colleagues in the history of the internet.

My first day at Tumblr also belonged to six others - together we endured a questionable onboarding interaction and then were sent with laptops and branded hoodies to our respective seats at our superdesks on various floors. There were dogs everywhere. I was told that I’d be introduced to the company on Friday and to submit two truths and a lie to help them get to know me. Here they are:

I have photo credits in the New York Times and New York Magazine

I appeared as a backup dancer in a rap video in high school

I watercolor paintings of crustaceans as a hobby

Leave your guess in the comments (oh wait, it’s Tumblr, you can’t). 

Friday lunches were my lifeblood for a couple of months. Every week for at least seven thereafter unloaded a new set of amazing humans to be introduced in some absurd way by Sean from recruiting. I remember @sexpigeon vs Homer’s owner in game of pictionary, Johnny and Jake quickly competing for my heart as #1 engineer dudes, and of course, the instant classic game of Mark Coatney/ Marc Cote/ Marked Coat. Tumblr ramped up fast thanks to Lee, a fundraising series and at the tireless behest of my personal champion, Lindsey Dole.

Meanwhile, more magic was brewing in the cauldron. I heard @amandalynferri talking about some game she invented called Pretty Little Lasagna box, or I heard Maddie recalling the time she had her palm read in 14th street psychic's booth seeking refuge from a snowstorm, or @lexkap who sat on the other side of the building with a dog on her lap DM’d me on hip chat to show me her own nail art blog. Then a few of us won a chance to see a sneak preview of a new arthouse film by Harmony Korine and featuring an ensemble cast of former Disney talent that had been filmed in my hometown with a y2k airbrushed aesthetic - there was something innately emotional tied to each of us with this first viewing of Spring Breakers. When we left the midtown theater alongside the ATL Twins, I realized that this company had curated a community to match the intended behavior of its user base. We all connected on a level beyond any workplace I had experienced before.

And there was the professional side to the job - the work wins came quick because I was so lucky to sit under leaders who wanted the team to succeed. Rick Webb and Katherine encouraged me to dig in, and get deep with these shiny new toys called “evangelists” - Valentine, Nate, Liba, Annie, Max, Rachel, Jen, and briefly DCH. An enviable group of brilliant minds and creative energy who have all gone on to accomplish even more for their respective industries than a marketing budget at a start up could have enabled - and I had the pleasure to help share their Tumblr stories with the world - from a puppy bowl to annual southby's to groundbreaking art auctions to thirteen fucking fashion weeks to 35+ art and music shows (brrr)?

And then Tumblr got acquired and the Jenna Wortham turned the New York Times blue, and I got to do something I’m sure will never happen again in my entire career: I threw a party where the goody bag included a free tattoo, and multiple brave souls got them (Tyler, @bryanasortino, Megan & Johnny, among others).

And then Karen (aka #takingitallin aka @beautifulliving) joined, and me and Katherine gained a new teammate at the same time that I gained a new soul sister (and because of her self-described passion for advertising I never had to write an announcement about a new ad product ever again.) I’ve never been more challenged to succeed as I have over the three years I sat next to Karen - a generous and driven woman with endless dreams of supporting others (literally, ask her about the gap in the undergarment sector), who will always find a spot to squeeze me into a photobooth. Even at her wedding.

And lucky us, because then we invited @lilders into the #teamcomms fold and wow, wow, wow was life good. It was my honor working with Lily as she grew from FIT intern into somebody we should all aspire to work for someday.

Which leads to me to the poker faced improv master of all - Katherine. Allora @alittlespace! I am so lucky she believed that this girl who came into talk about a hypothetical strategy to get Eleven Madison Park on Tumblr and then pitched her a fantasy football launch party hosted by Nick Kroll and Mark Duplass could fit in and have the privilege to join the Tumblr Communications team. KB - I’ve already written you the dopiest thank you letter and shared my orchid growing miracle secrets - but it can’t be said enough - I am so grateful to have worked for you for all of these years. You are the best boss, and we will always be the #bestteam.

Because of Tumblr (and @david), I had the pleasure of working with so many additional incomparable people on projects outside of my designated Marketing Comms position, wearing more hats than we even produced for branded activation swag:

Designing and contenting for months with the relaunch of the precious Staff blog with David, Peter, Damien, Tag, Toph, among others

Setting the inaugural year in review with Danielle, Amanda, Christine loose (and then doing it again and again and again, with the wonderful team at DKC - especially that time we added a serving Kale to America’s breakfast.

Marathoning dozens of events with amazing producers like Julia, Suzanne and Magic - and encountering the native talent that thrives on Tumblr like Humans of New York, Chloe Wise, Sam Cannon, Johnny McLaughlin, Jillian Mercado, to a point where I can honestly say “I knew them when.”

Participating in the first ever Sales Offsite aka the greatest bar mitzvah ever thrown by Lee Brown, Dan Walsh and Sarah Won and the rest of the coolest sales team ever assembled (here’s to you @katemaxx, @jeffdtaylor, Meredith, Ari, Kira, and so many more)

Reaching back into my fashion bag of tricks and launching three different clothing lines.

Creating partnerships to show off super surprises at nerd parties at Comic Con and another breaking the internet for Art Basel

Interviewing the CEO of Shake Shack for the one-time-only live episode of “5 with a side of fries" in front of the whole company.

Urgently dealing with Legal, Ads, Trust and Safety on one of the definitive news story of a generation after nine months of back channeling and reporting.

DOING IT FOR THE CULTURE: Racing with the content and analytics teams for stats on the contentious day of #thedress, and then bling rings, witches, boneghazi, superwholockians, wholesome memes, studyblr, emojis, and of course, the toe thing! Thus redefining what it means to “go viral.”

Cleaned a ball pit for the dude from the 1975 to make a splash into them and trolled a legacy music publication

And wow - it took me this long to mention Post It Forward…I am so proud of everyone who helped make Tumblr the most empathetic community on the internet: Nicole Blumenfeld, Jeff D’Onofrio, @skiphursh “Dolphin", @dougrichard, Andy Sebela, Jess Frank, Sarah Won @swon, @pauwow, the brilliant and diligent Michelle Johnson. From building the blog, commissioning the art, recruiting and onboarding the partners, writing the endless number of give/gets, planning the sponsored posts and social content, running the day to day on the blog (and bequeathing that role to Lily), then doing it again with the Mental Health Quilt and IRL with the Post It Forward Summit - I’ve found my new track as a special projects person who can take on any issue, even suicidal teens. If this is my legacy, I’ve planted seeds in the garden I might never see. And special thanks to Victoria, who allowed me to speak at Obama’s White House about why kids need a place on the internet that can help heal - so long as they can find each other.

As it turns out, adults need that, too. From tailing Frank Ocean’s Ferrari to the most woke, mentally aware community and on to, thank god, a bonafide company to match - I will forever cherish my time at Tumblr and I’ll forever been asking #whenislunch. But from every tomorrow on, it will be somewhere else. And you can find me on the internet! 

Here’s my LinkedIn, I’m looking. 

#bye tumblr #good luck david karp #this is my job #this is my life #memes #tumblr hq #tumblr staff

[hamil-trash-1789-blog]

Dead Boy Walking (Reprise) Heathers: The Musical x BMC

Word count: 1,016

I wrote this, thinking that @softmushie would enjoy it.

This is an AU I created, so here it is!

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TW: IMPLIED DEATH

Jeremy quickly undid the noose made of sheets from around his neck and started leaving the house, grabbing his croquet mallet and ignoring his parents. "I wanted someone strong who could protect me. I let his anger fester and infect me. His solution is a lie. No one here deserves to die except for me and the monster I created." He said, referencing to Michael.

First Erica Chandler. Next, Rich Sweeny and Jake Kelly. Now? Well, now Michael was going to blow up Westerberg high.

He walked into the halls of his high school, looking very determined. "Heads up, Mikey, I'm a dead boy walking! Can't hide from me, I'm your dead boy walking! And there's your final bell," he pointed at one of the bells as it rang, the entire school already in the gym. "It's one more dance and then farewell. Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead boy walkin'!" Jeremy said, walking into the gym as everyone chanted and cheered.

Erica McNamara, also known as Chloe McNamara, was in front of the crowd in her cheerleader uniform. She had on a bright smiled as she cheered. "Come on Westerberg! Here we go, here we go now!"

Jeremy walked across the gymnasium floor before bumping into one of her teachers, Ms. Fleming. The older woman looked confused and shocked. "Jeremy!? Michael Mell told me you'd just committed suicide!" She said.

Jeremy rolled his eyes a little. "Yeah, well, he's wrong about a lot of things." She said irritably.

"Well, I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice." The teacher said a little proudly.

Jeremy suddenly had an idea. "Ms. Fleming, what's under the gym?"

"The boiler room." She answered simply.

"That's it!" Jeremy said, starting to run away from his teacher.

Ms. Fleming quickly grabbed Jeremy's arm before be could get far. "Jeremy, what's going on?" She asked worriedly.

Jeremy pulled his arm away as he walked to the boiler room. "Got time to talk I'm a dead boy walking!" He said.

From behind the door, be could hear the stomping, clapping, and chanting of his fellow students. Hey yo Westerberg! Tell me what's that sound? Here comes Westerberg comin' to put you in the ground! Go go Westernberg! Give a great big yell! Westerberg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!"

In the boiler room, Michael was planting a bomb when Jeremy comes inside.

"Step away from the bomb." Jeremy said, the croquet mallet on his shoulder as he set a hand on his hip.

Michael had already finished setting it up and laughed a little. "This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb." He said as he stood up and faced Jeremy. He had an insane look in his eyes and his crazy grin just added to it. Then, out of his trench coat, he pulled his revolver. "This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym. Those are bombs. People are going to see the ashes of Westerberg and say, "there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care, but because that school was society!"

Michael suddenly rose his hand and pointed the revolver at Jeremy, getting him to stare in slight shock. But that shock soon became determination once more.

"The only place Ericas and Christines can truly get along is in Heaven!" Michael exclaimed as his hand holding the fire arm shook a little.

Jeremy the started walking towards Michael cautiously. "I wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer." At this, Michael's face went from angry and twisted, to sad and anguished.

Then, Jeremy grabbed the slightly shorter boy's trench coat and pulled him closer, tears beginning to fall. "I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you'd come with me—" he was saying when Michael interrupted. The insane look was back and get put the gun to Jeremy's chin.

"I wish I had more TNT!" He said with a slight laugh.

Jeremy looked terrified before quickly coming up with a plan. He hit Michael's hands with the croquet mallet he had with him, causing him to drop the fire arm.

"Aah! Jesus!" Michael exclaimed in pain.

Michael and Jeremy caught each other's eye and stood still for a split second before going after the gun. The students upstairs began chanting again.

"Hey yo Westerberg! Tell me what's that sound?" Paint cans came crashing down as Michael made a dash for Jeremy. One the cans fell and cut Jeremy's face, but he kept going.

"Here comes Westerberg comin' to put you in the ground!" Both Jeremy and Michael made a dive for the gun, but Michael got ahold of it first, standing up.

"Go go Westernberg! Give a great big yell!" Jeremy for up and lunged at Michael, beginning to struggle with the gun. To try and get it away, Jeremy had pressed his body against Michael's in an attempt to muster up strength.

"Westerberg will knock you out and send you straight to—!" The last word was drowned out for the two teen boys by a loud...

BANG!

Both of their pairs of eyes widened in shock as they looked at each other. They stumbled away, the gun still in Michael's hand. Then Michael fell over onto he ground.

Jeremy had accidentally shot Michael in the struggle.

Jeremy quickly ran to Michael's said as the boy coughed. "Michael. Listen. It's over alright? Which wire do I pull?" He asked. That's when Michael's breathing slowed. Jeremy didn't get a response and he started freaking out. "Michael which wire do I press?? Mich-"

The young boy couldn't finish as he fell down onto his butt. He began crying as he sat there. He'd killed the love of his life. He then looked at the bomb strapped to one of the boilers. There was only one choice now.

Take the bomb to the football field and let it detonate.

[prompt-master]

Coke and Stars

Anon asked: /crying slightly/ e-expensive headphones soulmate au

Hey so i uh fucking love soulmate aus? So im gonna be a little bitch and plug in my own where the night sky is blank until you meet your soulmate

– Michael pressed his cheek up against the cold wet window he was sitting on. Condensation rubbed onto him and now there was a smudge on the window between all the fog. He watched as water droplets built up and raced down to the edge, creating a little tiny puddle by Michael’s thigh. He sighed, which placed more condensation in place of another spot he’d rubbed water off. He hated the cold normally, which was why he was inside right now, his legs over the heater. But sometimes the cold against his face was the most grounding and calming thing, and so he couldn’t find the energy to move. Even as his face went numb. His phone buzzed, and with a sigh he looked down at the message lighting up the screen from his best friend Jeremy. He was leaving messages to him about how beautiful the sky was. Jeremy had met his soulmate today.

So maybe Michael was being a little emo right now.

He should be happy for him! He wanted to be, desperatly in fact. And deep down he was, Jeremy totally deserved a soulmate! And I mean if it was that sweet girl Christine they met today then even better, they’d make such a cute couple. So why was Michael still bitter? Michael released another sigh and lifted his hand, wiping off the window so he could see through it. As usual the sky was gray, dull, and boring. Anytime he asked someone to explain what it looked like, they said it was too beautiful to describe. It was annoying. He just wanted to know, Hell everybody did. A small part of him resented that Jeremy got to see it first, but then he saw just how happy the kid was.

Michael scrolled through the wall of text, secretly wishing Jeremy didn’t have to press send every 4 words. Suddenly in the middle of Jeremy’s “I’M CRYING IT’S SOFUCKING BEAUTIFUL” rant was a question Michael hadn’t been expecting.

“You coming to Jake’s party?”

Oh. He’s invited? Michael still wasn’t even used to the fact that he was friends with people like Jake, he still felt like he was at the bottom of the social food chain. Then he’d see Jake posting a group selfie with him in it, not just walking by but actually in it, and he’d remember his life was different. Things still felt the same though, he didn’t get much more attention and the sky was still blank but he had more friends to rely on. If only that was enough.

“Yeah, why? Need a ride?”

“Nah, just want my best friend there”

Michael rolled his eyes and smiled. He got up to get ready, he’d at least do his hair and wear something other than the hoodie he’s been sweating in the past month. He gave one last glance to the blank sky, the window fogging back up from the cold weather. When his eyes went to focus on his room door he briefly wondered if his soulmate was also looking at the grey sky.

Well he was totally wrong about that.

Rich was already at Jake’s party, he picked up a nice can of beer out the cooler and cracked it open.

He looked up at Jake as he shook the cold water off his hand, “so like how many people are coming bro? Cause this party is dead as shit”

As Jake replied Rich downed the beer as fast as could. He loved Jake and all but the real reason people went to his parties was for free beer. “Just about everybody who’s a somebody”

Rich hummed, tossing the beer can into a trash can from across the room, sighing heavily when it missed, “so is everybody who’s a somebody…nobody? Cause no one’s here”

Jake followed Rich with his eyes as he got up to put the can in the trash, “Dude you just gotta be patient ok? They’re coming, no one can resist my parties”

Rich scoffed, kicking back on his chair and propping his feet up on Jake’s lap, “oh yeah, what with your pretty boy charm and all”

Jake laughed, resting his hands into Rich’s leg as the shorter of the two reached for another beer “Richie don’t get wasted dude. There’s gonna be so many people here you don’t even know! You could totally meet your soulmate and you’re gonna wanna be sober when that happens.”

Rich rolled his eyes, but complied and handed Jake the beer so he could drink it, “I’m pretty sure I don’t have a soulmate at this point”

“You don’t know that!”

“Easy for you to say, you already have one!”

“Yeah, but I met them drunk at a huge ass party, now I have no idea who it is. Guess what man?” Jake paused to take a sip of his beer, pulling away with a ‘Ah’, “I totally regret it.”

Rich frowned, turning his head towards the window to see a blurred gray through the water droplets fogging up the glass. He nodded, knowing Jake was only looking out for him, but honestly he just wanted to get wasted and forget for a while. He glanced over at the door as the bell rang, and watched as Jake hurried to answer it.

“Chloe, Brooke! The life of the party! Come on in!”

After that more and more people started to pile in. Soon the hallways were filled with dancing drunk teenagers taking up almost all the living space. Jesus, did Jake invite the whole school? Every time Rich talked to someone knew he ended up looking out the closest window. He was giving himself paranoia honestly. And it was super fucking annoying. Each time he looked and things were still gray he found himself more and more peeved off. At some point he sat down on a big sofa and put his feet up on the table, his eyes lazily watching Jake push his way through the crowd to answer the door again.

“Jeremy! Uh…Marshall-!”

“Michael.”

“Right! Glad you could make it! Come on in guys!”

“Thanks Jake, sweet place you’ve got”

Rich rolled his eyes and turned his head before he had a chance to see Jeremy and whoever this Michael kid was. He didn’t want to indulge his stupid paranoia anymore, no more disappointments. Rich pulled out his phone and opened up Reddit.

Jeremy looked around at the flashing lights of pink, blue, and purple with a wide smile. There was something about the atmosphere of a good party he loved and even craved, despite not being able to dance. He looked down at Michael who was tightly gripping his hoodie sleeves, folding up the loose fabric between his fingers.

Michael looked up when Jeremy asked him, “What’s wrong Michael? You wanna leave?”

Michael shook his head, trying to ignore the way the bass of the music thumped in his chest, rattling his very heartbeat, “no way dude, Christine is here and I gotta make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself. And I need more blackmail material”

Jeremy laughed, “you’re the best dude.”

“Yeah, I know.” He put a hand to Jeremy’s back and gestured towards Christine with his other hand. She was doing a little dance by herself in front of the speakers. She wasn’t exactly an amazing dancer, she was more flailing and stomping her feet, “now you go talk to her. I’ll be by the snacks for moral support”

Michael waited until he was sure things were steady between Jeremy and his soulmate. Once he saw Jeremy join in the flailing he smiled, pulling on his headphones and heading over to the table filled with chips and snacks. He leaned back far into a chair next to the cooler. There were less people around this area and it was also opposite side of the speakers, so it was the perfect spot for Michael.

He reached down into the cooler for a coke, but his hands brushed against something a lot warmer. He snapped his head up, meeting brown eyes and a face full of freckles. Even more catching was the red rooster stripe in the boys hand. Michael cleared his throat and blushed, pulling his hand away, “sorry”

The kid shook his head and smiled, showing off an even cuter tooth gap, “no worries man! Here” he handed Michael the coke before reaching back in to grab his own.

There was a bit of silence, and the condensation rubbing off onto Michael’s skin reminded him of the window he was staring out hours earlier. He found himself glancing towards the window but found trees in the way. He was about to mention it when the boy cut him off.

“So…you like…ok?”

Michael looked up at that, raising his eyebrow in confusion, “h…huh?”

He shrugged, taking a swig of soda, “well…maybe it’s just me but spots like this are where you go when you’re upset at a party. I call it the emo corner”

Michael chuckled “Yeah, you’re pretty spot on there. Places like this and the bathroom are the perfect emo corners”

The kid sat down on the cooler next to him, giving a goofy but supportive smile, “names Rich.”

“Michael. So, if you’re here that means you’re like also upset…right?”

Rich shrugged, “just soulmate stuff…you know how it is” Michael felt his face fall, guess it wasn’t him, “It just feels like I’m never gonna meet them. You know?”

Michael stared for a while, Rich frowned “uh…maybe that’s not as common as I thought then?”

“No no no!” Michael put down his coke and lowered his headphones, giving his fill attention to Rich, “I so understand what you mean! I feel the exact same!”

Rich smiled, “Yeah? Sorry to hear that dude, at least we’re not alone huh?” He lifted up his soda, and Michael grabbed his back and they clinked them together.

Michael smiled down at the bubbling drink, “yeah…you’re right, Rich. Maybe I should just stop stressing about it though. It’ll probably happen casually.”

“Hmm…you know what? You’re right, and even if it doesn’t happen then that just means we’re too fucking baller for anyone on this damn planet!” Rich smiled wider at the cute chuckle Michael gave at that.

“So Mikey Love Boy, wanna tell me why you came here?”

“Ah..I’m just not used to all…this” he gestured around “I don’t go to parties often”

“Ah, get overwhelmed easy?”

He nodded.

“I used to be like that too. You wanna go stand outside for a bit.”

Michael smiled, sinking further into his hoodie. Now that he thought about it, the coke in his lap was kind of like the red stripe in Rich’s hair. If he happened to miss Rich, he’d probably taste like coke and beer, and judging by the little box hanging out his pocket, a small twinge of cigarette. Michael blushed at the thought but shook it away as he fell into an easy conversation with Rich.

"nah, let's just talk"

–

“Michael! Hey dude you ready to go?” .

Michael looked up from Rich’s face for probably the first time 2 hours to see Jeremy smiling widely at him, he must have had a good time. Michael yawned into his hand then stretched, “Yeah man, ready when you are”

Michael smiled again at Rich, “it was super nice meeting you man”

“Yeah you too! You uh…” Rich paused to scratch his arm nervously, a blush creeping up his neck, “you wanna talk again sometime?”

Michael nodded, shaking the can with Rich’s number sloppily written in sharpie on the bottom, “asap my dude”

Michael led Jeremy outside since the tall boy was a little buzzed still, he kept his eyes on the coke can in his hand with a smile on his face.

“I see you met Rich, looks like you two get along”

“Yeah he’s uh…hes pretty cool.” He opened the passenger door for Jeremy when his eyes caught on a twinkle reflecting off the red paint. “What the…?”

Michael turned around, half expecting the house next door to also be throwing a party, but instead he found the breath taken out of him. “Holy….”

For all the years Michael had imagined what the sky actually looked like he never imagined it to be this beautiful. The laid out dots of white that sparkled left his mouth hanging open. Each one accented the moon like an accessory, yet each accessory was it’s own little beauty. There were big stars and little ones, and the gray he’d grown so used to was a lovely dark navy.

“Michael? Dude you good?”

Michael laughed a little hysterically, he turned to face Jeremy with the biggest smile he’d ever had on his face. Jeremy raised an eyebrow ever higher, his elbow leaning against the down window of the car.

“Michael?”

“Dude!! Oh my fucking god dude I see it!!”

“It? Wait you don’t mean-?”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Both Jeremy and Michael snapped up to attention at the yell. They saw Rich on Jake’s doorstep, his eyes wide and staring up at the sky, looking like he could barely breath. There was a spilt can of newly opened beer on the floor, “holy mother fucking SHIT!”

Michael laughed again, ignoring Jeremy’s inevitable next question in favor of running back up the drive way. Rich turned his head back down at the sound of fast footsteps, and the instant he registered the figure as Michael he understood.

Rich stood there in shock and yelled out, “it’s you!!”

Michael laughed and wrapped Rich up in a tight hug “oh my fucking god it’s you!”

Rich almost cried, in all his life he never expecting finding his soulmate would be this happy. He wrapped his arms around Michael and lifted him up spinning him around, ignoring Michael’s yells of surprise. “It’s really fucking you!”

He put down Michael, who was still letting out a low laugh, he looked back up at the peppered sky, “Dude it’s so fucking pretty”

“You’re fucking pretty!

“And you’re fucking cheesy oh my god!”

Rich held out his arms, flailing from gesturing to the sky to Michael to the house “how did we not notice before?!”

“We’re idiots!”

Rich finally felt his breath catch up with him, “I guess that means you really will be texting me then?”

Michael looked up at the sky again, now fully aware his soulmate was doing the same, “I was planning on it either way.”

#be more chill #bmc #expensive headphones #fanfic #soulmate au #wow i worked hard on this:/

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Be More Chill Sky High AU

I saw this textpost here by dear-enjolras-hansen and was inspired to make a bmc sky high au! I remember watching the movie as a kid and loving it. But, yeah, go read the DEH one cause it’s real fun and cute!

Jeremy

Telepathy/Mind control

His mind control powers only came to him in his junior year, and they’re not full brainwashing

Basically he can’t actually force people to do something, but he can place powerful feelings of wanting to do it in the person’s head

His telepathy is full blown though and he can’t turn it on or off

But when he gets flustered or goes through strong emotions other people’s thoughts get jumbled in with his own and he can’t really tell the difference

His telepathy only came in sophomore year so freshman year he was powerless and therefore placed as a sidekick

Even in sophomore year his telepathy was kind of useless in combat so it wasn’t until junior year when his mind control kicked in that he was moved up to hero

He’s always felt really inadequate and weak because of his powers or lack therefore of

The fact that he can hear people’s snide thoughts about him also put a dent in his self esteem

He got called creep a lot because people accused him of purposefully listening in on their thoughts

Once he got moved up to hero people started to like him a lot more though

He initially lets it go to his head and basically abandons Michael and Christine

Buuuut eventually he snaps out of it and realises he’s been a dick

(His guilty pleasure is listening in to Michael think about dorky things like video games and poptarts)

The only time he ever used his mind control outside of combat was to guide people to the right questions during tests

Eventually they fiqured him out and he has to take exams after school now

Realised end of sophomore year he’s in love with Michael

Realises that all of Michael’s thoughts are less bromantic and more romantic

Runs up to Michael last day before spring break and declares his love in the middle of the school hall

They kiss and there’s no voices in his head for a moment

Michael

Sooo everybody thinks it’s going to be technopathy but it’s actually sound manipulation

It’s pretty cool, he can make really good music with it

He can also kind of use it in combat like Coach Boomer

Basically he can use sound waves as a physical force

But he fails to portray that in initiation so he gets put as a sidekick

He isn’t too bothered about it because, hey, he’s got Jeremy

And that girl Christine seems nice

His powers came to him in middle school so he’s basically known since then he wants to go into composing

He spends his free time hanging out with Jeremy and Christine, making music, and researching 90s super heroes and sidekicks

Even though he’s doesn’t become popular until him and Jeremy make up after their fight, ever since first year he’s been hired as the DJ for every major event at school

He writes sappy love songs dedicated to Jeremy and only lets Christine and Chloe listen to them

They’re really good

One day Jeremy finds them and like… Michael basically dies of embarrassment

It’s all good though cause it ends in happy making out

Doesn’t actually really care all that much about superheros or superpowers

He’s more interested in human culture

He’s one of the only kids at their school that doesn’t immediately judge people by their powers

Christine

Shapeshifting

It was actually only a week before the start of her freshman year that her powers came to her

She can shapeshift into any animal or human

But she really hates using her powers for combat so she was placed as a sidekick

This is mostly due to the fact that during initiation she only shapeshifted into a toucan, a bunny, and Lindsey Lohan

She shapeshifts a lot

Christine aint afraid to use her powers basically every ten minutes

She just loves changing randomly into a gecko

She’ll often change herself to look like Jake to confuse people

Jake finds it absolutely hilarious

She also likes to play harmless pranks on people

Like everything’s normal and then BAM elephant in the canteen

One time she changed into a frog and snuck into Chloe’s school bag to surprise her

Needless to say she was almost turned into an icicle by accident

Even though she’s a sidekick and not really in any popular circles, everybody likes her so she’s kind of friends with everybody

She’s really close friends with Jeremy and Michael though so she confides mostly in them and vice versa

She’s super close with Jenna after junior year as well so they have kind of a queer platonic relationship going on

For three years she’s had to hear about Michael’s ‘unrequited’ love for Jeremy and then when they finally got together Jake tells her he’s got a massive crush on Rich

And she’s just like crying to Jenna “Why do people ask me for relationship advice, I’m demiromantic, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”

Rich

This boi is pyrokinetic!

His powers came to him during the summer holidays before sophomore year

When he came back he showed off like nobody’s business and they moved him up to hero

He’s popular but everybody is lowkey scared of him

Then one day at a party he has a mental break down due to stress of family life and identity crises and all this shit

And he accidentally burned down Jake’s house and put him and Jake in hospital

After that he was super afraid of using his powers at all and was at risk of being moved down to sidekick again which would absolutely crush his self esteem

It was actually Jeremy that came up to him and sat him down and let him talk out all his emotions

The next day Jeremy took Jake aside and told him how guilty Rich feels

Rich and Jake have a long conversation about it and Jake tells him that just because he messed up once doesn’t mean he should stop using his powers

Rich gets mental health support and starts building up his life again

And all his friends are there to support him as he does

He also realises he’s bi

Makes an appalling amount of fire puns

Has a tiny crush on Jake and ends up going to prom with him

They spend the night together and after that start dating

It’s pretty good

Rich used to bully Jeremy about his powers but now they’re an really good terms

Him and Brooke basically talk to eachother about everything

She just gets him so they have a close platonic relationship

One year they went as a sexy angel and sexy devil for halloween

(Rich was the devil)

Jake

Super speed/Super strength

Immediately put as a hero without having to do initiation because of his parents

Jake’s had his powers since he was like ten so he knows how to use them really well

In school, people with more than one super power are already admired, that’s why Jeremy suddenly became really popular when he realised he could use mind control

But Jake’s just naturally an awesome guy

He’s basically the most popular guy in sky high

He prefers using his super speed more than his super strength but he’s well trained in both

Pretty much set for life since his mums were both well known superheros

He’s following in their footsteps

Already stopped a few small bank robberies

Dated Chloe all throughout freshman year

Broke up with her when he realised he was only with her because they were both the ‘most popular girl/boy in school’

Dated Brooke for a bit in sophomore year and then went on a few dates with Christine in junior year

Drunkenly made out with Jeremy one time during Jeremy’s ‘popular’ phase

Basically he’s hooked up with a bunch of kids at school

Because he’s seen as the ‘golden boy’, he feels a lot of pressure to do well as well as keep up his image to his classmates

Turns to sex and alcohol for stress release

He had a problem and refused to get help but after he almost burned to death and was put in hospital it was kind of like a wake up call for him

He got his shit together and he still regularly goes to AA meetings

Gets an extreme puppy love crush on Rich their senior year

Keeps doing things like lifting up benches or running to catch footballs on the other side of the school to try and impress him

It works out well in the end

Really good friends with Brooke, Chloe and Jenna

They make him carry their shopping bags and sometimes them when they go shopping

Chloe

Ice powers

She’s had her powers since the end of elementary school so she’s really talented with using them

She can kick ass in combat but also uses her powers to create ice sculptures and cool her drinks up in the summer

Put as hero no question

Best at combat in sky high behind Jake

On her way to becoming a great superhero

Is often called ‘Ice Queen’

She likes it and is thinking of using it for her alias

Has to deal with a lot of Elsa jokes

She just freezes people to get them to shut the fuck up about it

Loves to pair up with Rich during training

Watching them spar is spectacular

Her, Brooke, Rich and Jake are all training buddies

In her senior year she becomes basically best friends with Michael

They sit and bitch about people while listening to Michael’s latest composition

After Brooke and Jake broke up Chloe and Brooke started up a ‘friends with benefits thing’

Then Chloe realised she was actually in love with Brooke and wanted to cuddle and kiss her non-sexually

So she puts up a massive ice sculpture outside Brooke’s house one day junior year  that says ‘BE MY GIRLFRIEND’

They become a couple

Has been close friends with Jenna since they were kids, and even though she acts like she’s perpetually annoyed by her, Chloe is super overprotective of Jenna

Like she’s overprotective of all her friends (especially Brooke), but like it’s really noticeable with Jenna

Once knocked a guy out for making fun of Jenna being a sidekick

She’s a very angry teen just cause of social and academic pressure, as well as her crippling insecurity

When she’s super angry she’ll storm off to be alone

And just sit and let the things around her slowly be overtaken by frost and ice

Turns lakes into ice rinks in the summer for her and her friends to skate on

Brooke

Flight

Brooke’s had her powers since she was a baby

Her parents had to put an extra secure cage on her cot so that she would stop whizzing around her room at midnight

She also had to be put on a child leash for her toddler years

She loves flying so much

Hardly ever walks anywhere

Just floats around like 3 cm off the ground

Hero

She’s great in combat and is expected to be a superhero in the future

But she has her heart set on being a trainer

The spotlight kind of freaks her out so she’s much happier supporting people instead

Has been pining over Chloe since middle school and when she wakes up to see the ice sculpture in her garden she flies down from her bedroom window and scoops Chloe up superman style and kisses her

When she gets upset she flies up to a really high cloud and just kind of… sits there and cries

She like to fly around with Christine when she’s shapeshifted into a bird

She gets called ‘airhead’ a lot as a joke and even though she laughs along it makes her quite self conscious about her intelligence

She just feels like everybody always only sees her power when they look at her and not her

BFFs with Rich

Even though she’s scared to stand up for herself she’ll protect her friends against bullies

If anybody makes fun of any of her friends she takes their school bag or some other possession and puts it on the roof of the school

And then refuses to get it down for them

Jenna

Technopath

Nobody expected it because everybody forgets the fact that Jenna is actually super smart

She’s super good with any kind of technology, but especially mobile devices

Constantly has her phone with her

Is initially placed as hero in freshman year but she mostly uses her powers to snoop on people’s group chats and the school’s secrets

Cause she could not give less of a shit about being a superhero

She gets moved down to sidekick halfway through freshman year

The only thing she’s worried about is that her popularity is rapidly decreasing

She starts getting left out of loads of shit because being a sidekick means you’re a loser, basically

But she manages to crawl her way back up the social ladder due to her friendships with Chloe, Brooke and Jake

But everybody just completely labels her as a sidekick tagging along behind a group of heroes

So she always just assumes that people are friends with her out of pity or to utilise her power in some way

It takes a lot of time and reassurance from her friends to realise that that isn’t the case

She actually starts to care about her future in like sophomore year and starts to work hard on training with her powers and her grades

End of senior year she gets an offer to work with the government which she takes

Really close friends with Christine

They move in together after high school

They’re quite codependent on each other but not in an unhealthy way

They’re just super close

The lines between a platonic and romantic relationship between them are blurred

Close friends with Chloe and texts her about every piece of gossip she hears

Favourite hobby is hacking into homophobes/transphobes/racists/etc blogs and changing them to look like foot fetish blogs

I may have to write a fic of this… But yeah. BMC Sky High AU

#be more chill #bmc #sky high #sky high au #bmc sky high au #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #christine canigula #jenna rolan #richard goranski #jake dillinger #richjake #chloe valentine #brooke lohst #pinkberry #cinnabun

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Everything That Upset the Internet This Week

What is the web-o-sphere angry about this week? From the casting of a black actress as a fictional mermaid to another Taylor Swift feud, here’s everything you need to know:

Disney casts Halle Bailey in the live-action remake of The Little Mermaid

THE STORY: Halle Bailey, one half of musical duo Chloe x Halle, was just announced as the new Ariel in Disney’s upcoming live action remake of the popular fairytale and people are upset—because she’s black. Some of them are going as far as “using science” to prove that she couldn’t possibly be black because she lives so far under the ocean that she wouldn’t have enough sun exposure to get darker skin. #NotMyAriel began trending on Twitter, not just because of the racist objections, but because of the many hilarious memes and tweets users fired back in defense of Bailey’s casting.

THE REACTION:

In my opinion, Ariel should look like Merida: White skin and red hair. #NotMyAriel pic.twitter.com/w86xobxMeI

— Kawhi to the Lakers (@Kawhi_to_LA) July 5, 2019

I'm offended by the casting of a woman of colour as Ariel.

They should have used an ACTUAL, real mermaid.

Sick and tired of this human privilege.#NotMyAriel

— ZUBY: (@ZubyMusic) July 5, 2019

#NotMyAriel ??? You remember when they painted Jake Gyllenhaal orange and called him Prince of Persia? Take a seat.

— erfan (@ETGIA) July 4, 2019

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: This marks the first time Disney has cast a woman of colour in the role of a traditionally white princess character for one of its new remakes (the last time was Brandy as Cinderella in 1997), and is a huge win for people who never get to see themselves represented in children’s fairytales, whose characters tend to be overwhelmingly white. The fact that this furor is happening over a character that’s not even human—she’s an entirely fictional mermaid—makes the pushback even more absurd.

Ed Sheeran gets pulled into the Taylor Swift-Scooter Braun Feud

THE STORY: Earlier this week Taylor Swift shared a lengthy and emotional post on Tumblr explaining that the music from her last six albums—from her time at record label Big Machine Records—would now be owned by Scooter Braun, a music industry executive at whose hands she says she suffered “incessant, manipulative bullying.” A whole host of celebs jumped in with their own two cents on the matter, from Justin Bieber to Demi Lovato to Cara Delevingne. But for some reason the person most of the internet got mad at was… Ed Sheeran.

THE REACTION:

Ed Sheeran and Shawn Mendes were both opening acts for Taylor Swift's tours and it's no doubt that she give them so much support when they were small artists and needed it but yet they both remain silent when she needs their support. Trash.

— emma stands with taylor 🦋 (@shookswiftie) July 1, 2019

It's kind of ironic that @edsheeran wouldn't be where he is if it wasn't for @taylorswift13 and now he's making music with @justinbieber. Reason no. one million why I've never really liked Ed. He's just another male asshole in the music industry. #IStandWithTaylor #Lover pic.twitter.com/4h7U27zusc

— Perfectly Imperfect 🇩🇪#WeStandWithTaylor (@Aquarian_Lady) June 30, 2019

Fuck Ed Sheeran he’s never stood up for Taylor ever. she fucking took him on tour and featured him on her album when he was growing his career. he writes his music just as well, only difference is as a man he got the pretty side of the coin and gets praise from being a writer

— ⋆ taylor swift’s lawyer (@iwishyouwoulds) July 1, 2019

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Though he has not yet said anything publicly, Sheeran did respond to an Instagram comment on his account, saying “I have been speaking directly to her, like I always do,” which, fine. Instead of pointing fingers at all the secondary characters in this very public feud though, perhaps Swift fans should spend some more time actually looking into the specifics of the whole messy situation and Swift’s role in it as more than just a person wronged. Of course she has every reason to be upset that someone else legally owns the rights to (and will profit off) the music she spent years making but as Vox notes, it’s not uncommon for record companies to own an artist’s master recordings. It’s also hard to ignore the fact that a lot of this feud seems to be fuelled more by, ahem, bad blood than righteous indignation. In a lengthy piece on Complex.com titled “Taylor Swift Has a Long History of Omitting Facts to Fit Her Own Narrative,” the writer expounds on Swift’s tendency to play the victim and twist facts to suit her image. [For those looking to follow every step of this feud, journalist Yashar Ali has a handy thread going on Twitter.]

An animated sex scene in Euphoria

THE STORY: The new HBO show starring Zendaya and Storm Reid has been raising eyebrows since episode 1, when 30 penises were featured in a single scene. The latest to get the internet buzzing is an animated scene featuring the likenesses of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. A character’s narrative arc on the show involves her penchant for creating One Direction fan fiction, illustrated in the show by a sex scene between Styles and Tomlinson. Fans were peeved, and Tomlinson himself took to Twitter to say: “I can categorically say that I was not contacted nor did I approve it.”

THE REACTION:

I’m? So? Confused? Who allowed Euphoria to use Harry & Louis’ names? Are lou & harry aware that this happened? Like they must be-it’s hbo so they probably had to like have some form of permission from lou & harry’s management or them themselves but why would anyone allow that?

— yaz ◟̽◞̽ (@kindlyloubear) June 30, 2019

@euphoriaHBO bruv you guys are old enough atleast think before you do something, isn’t that what old people tell us think first ? Just be respectful and delete the whole thing. @Harry_Styles @Louis_Tomlinson sorry for all this shit pic.twitter.com/7WCg4o8983

— adiba (@adiba_baba) July 1, 2019

i’ve never watched euphoria and i don’t plan on watching it,, but this shit is so nasty and embarrassing. things like this are the reason why they’re not close anymore. and the fact that they used harry and louis’ real names makes it worse. lawsuit wya ? pic.twitter.com/AWZnciMLfg

— nicole (@wybnicole) July 1, 2019

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Euphoria is a show that’s fully committed to portraying the dark, messy lives of teenagers, and what’s a more realistic reflection of teens’ weird obsessions than their love for explicit, detailed, NSFW fanfic? Throughout their time as bandmates in One Direction, Styles and Tomlinson were often “shipped” together in fanfic about them secretly being in a gay relationship. Larry Stylinson, a portmanteau of their names, became “a widespread conspiracy theory as One Direction grew more popular,” explains Vulture, with fans “overanalyz[ing] every single interaction between the two men.” Apparently it got to the point where Tomlinson said that his relationship with Styles suffered. “It made everything, I think on both fences, a little bit more unapproachable.” So it makes sense that he would be upset to see the fanfic resurrected, but the outrage of the fans themselves is a bit mystifying, considering they’re the ones responsible for hatching the theory in the first place.

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In My Blood (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 13)

Song: In My Blood by Shawn Mendes 

Word Count: 3011

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12

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A/N: OH MY GOD I DID IT I’M POSTING ON TIME!!!! Yay!!! Also I highkey think the song captures the aesthetic and feeling very well so don’t judge me sometimes I listen to the radio. I’m so excited to have people read this part, and I tried my best to stay factual. I think 2 weeks is a perfect time period for me, so I think I’ll stick with that for now! Special thanks to @catatonic-kuragin for helping me get this part on its feet because oh my god I was kinda struggling before. BUT IT’S HERE NOW!! HOORAY! 

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of an abusive boyfriend, mentions of eating disorders, angry Jeremy, mentions of sexual assault IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW ASAP

Taglist: @retrogarden @be-more-heidi-hansen @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @catatonic-kuragin @bluhimaweirdo

“I’ll see you later Jeremy,” you smiled before grabbing your stuff and walking out of the Heere household, his sweater still on your shoulders. Jeremy smiled to himself as he pulled out his phone to text Michael. A single text was sent before he began to clear the evidence that you’d even been there at all.

Jeremy wasn’t sure how he and Michael had ended up at Red Robin. The two sat near the door on one side of the small barrier that separated two rows of booths, and Jeremy really only noticed that he’d ended up sitting in this one booth after the waitress left to go and put in their food orders. He dismissed any reasoning his brain could come up with on how exactly ended up there.

It had been about two weeks since Jeremy had last heard from you. He and Michael had caught up since then, the slushie enthusiast now almost completely up to date on your situation. Jeremy’s finger traced the edge of his water glass, recalling exactly how that conversation went and the ones that followed about you. Because while the initial catching up was very long, other mentions after that were mere seconds, Michael just asking if Jeremy had heard from you at all. Lots of times, these conversations happened at the Mell residence, which really wasn’t planned at first.

It started with Michael talking to his best friend in this open while Mrs. and Mrs. Mell were out grocery shopping. They had sat at the kitchen table, Jeremy playing with the edge of the table as he told his best friend what he could without violating your trust. He explained to Michael what had happened at his house: you’d spent the night, made breakfast together, among other things. Just as Jeremy was getting into details about why you’d shown up at such short notice, the Mell mothers came home. They set down the paper bags on the counter and kissed Michael on his head before asking if the two boys could help them put the groceries away.

“Actually,” Michael had said, “we were just about to talk about something upstairs.” One of Michael’s moms gave him a small look of disapproving before his best friend could even start rattling off information so that they could talk alone. But Jeremy knew that Michael could not keep a secret from his moms. Jeremy had spoken instead.

“We were just talking about this person we know. We’re kinda brainstorming on the best ways to support them, and since it’s not really our situation to tell. I wouldn’t want to betray them or anything.”

The two moms shared a look before turning their focus back to the boys. “Maybe we can help,” one of them spoke up as the two teenagers began to get up and help. The four stood at the island, one by one turning away to finish the task at hand.

“They’re just kinda in a bad situation,” Jeremy had said, putting away the bread before walking back to the island.

The rest of the conversation was a blur, except for one particular moment. Jeremy could remember the look on one of Michael’s mom’s face, almost fear stricken as he had uttered “Consent is necessary, for them it’s treated like a luxury.” He could remember the rigidity in her actions, the sudden freeze; it was something he’d seen on you. And then she had spoken up.

“Jeremy, Michael, please let your friend know that they’re always welcome here. Our couch is always open. You just say the word or text either of us. We’re here to help.”

“That’s what I told Jeremy, Mom. I thought you’d be okay with it.”

“Absolutely, Micha. I’m happy to be a safe haven for people who need help.”

With that, the group had gone back to putting groceries away, but Jeremy couldn’t get that look out of his head. She knew. Michael’s mom knew about your situation, even if Jeremy didn’t even explicitly say it. So the boys now had small conversations about you with Michael’s moms. They asked about you in passing, not even knowing your name. While it was scary to tell them initially, Jeremy was relieved that he had more people on his side—on your side.

His eyes flicked up from the Red Robin table and back to his best friend, who was currently looking something up on his phone. Fuck, was he grateful for Michael and the rest of the Mells. Jeremy couldn’t even imagine what this situation would be like if he didn’t have friends supporting him and his every attempt at keeping you safe and happy.

“So,” the boy that sat across the table started, “I’m thinking we bring Mario Kart, Breath of the Wild, Splatoon, and of course the debut game to college with us. What do you think?”

“Yeah dude. Sounds good.”

They sat in silence for a little bit longer, Jeremy pushing the home button on his phone to check and see what notifications he got. A snapchat from Brooke, another from Chloe, and some kind of notification from Spotify, telling him that Michael had created a new playlist a few hours ago. He then observed the area around him, noticing the lack of people in the restaurant. Usually, the place was pretty packed on any given summer night, especially with some broke going to college students needing a place to go to give their friends a good send off into the world. He took a sip of his water, glancing around at the things going on around him, smiling slightly at the hostess talking, or maybe even flirting, with one of the other waiters.

“Anyways,” Michael continued after a second, and pulling Jeremy’s attention away. “We gotta do something with the entire SQUIP Squad before Jake leaves, since he’s going before the rest of us. I was thinking we should make a group chat about it.”

As soon as Michael said that, the girls all sent individual snapchats to both of the boys. Jeremy had to chuckle at his best friend’s idea. “That’s like 10 people, Michael. I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s crazy enough with all of the snapchat streaks.”

“Yeah, but think of the memes.”

“Okay, you’ve got a point,” Jeremy laughed. Michael returned the gesture before he continued to talk about what he was thinking about doing for the Dillinger boy.

But the lanky boy couldn’t concentrate on his best friends or the plans he had. Jeremy liked his friends, he really did, and he did want them to have a good send off, but he couldn’t focus on that at the moment. Could anyone really blame him, though? How could he focus when you stood in the entry way, your boyfriend’s arm wrapped tightly around you, a glare appearing as you broke away to talk the hostess. You nodded before reunited with your asshole of a boyfriend.

He took note of everything as you stood, noticing the changes that had been made since the last time he’d seen you. You returned to something Jeremy had seen before, but this time more subtle. Your arms didn’t cross in front of you, but your shoulders did collapse as your face remained paler than usual. He noticed your eyes fixating on a certain spot on the wall as you inhaled sharply before exhaling slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed, trying to calm yourself down. Jeremy could practically feel you shaking against his skin, even though you stood many feet away. It was as if something had already happened; your boyfriend had already frightened you that night. His eyes lingered as you followed the hostess around the barrier, your boyfriend trailing behind, the same grimace remaining on his face. You two were placed at the end of the row of booths, as in, just out of earshot of Jeremy.

The protective boy tensed involuntarily. Fuck, this was bad. His breath sharpened, yeah, something had definitely happened before you two had even gotten to the restaurant itself. His fingers dug into his jeans. Then it stopped. If it was apparent that Jeremy was mad, that was it. Yours and his cover would be blown. Maybe it was for the best that he couldn’t hear the conversation you were about to have.

“Hi, I’m Jeremy and I have the biggest fucking crush on (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Michael teased quietly, nudging his friend with his foot underneath the table.

“Shut up, dude! He could hear!” There was a new explosion of pink on Jeremy’s face. He pulled down his sweatshirt’s sleeve before resting his elbow of the table. The blushy boy looked down at the table and rested his cheek against his hand.

“Just teasing, Jer.” Michael noted, smirking at his best friend. “They can’t hear us anyways.”

“Yeah,” the other boy muttered as finger messed with the booth’s faux leather seats. The waitress returned and put the food in front of both boys, her demeanor working in opposition with Jeremy’s. She smiled a very practiced smile before saying ‘enjoy’ and practically bouncing away.

Jeremy couldn’t resist watching her glide over to your table. Okay, it was the same waitress, which means that you’d be here longer than the two teenage boys. But Jeremy didn’t know if he wanted to leave before you. He was practically your support system and Michael worked as backup. If something happened, or at the very least, if you took a small glance around as you left or walked to the bathroom, you’d see two vessels of support sitting and offering what they could give to you. Plus, if things got out of hand, the two could easily keep you safe and give you boyfriend hell, seeing as there was two of them and one of him.

The lanky boy hesitated eating, staring at his best friend.

“You good, Jer?” he asked, fry in hand.

“Yeah, I just—the fries might be too hot.”

“Liar,” Michael inquired. “You’re worried.”

“What? Well, I mean—”

“They’re in public, it’s fine,” he promised, waving the same fry around before eating it.

There was a silence that surrounded them, but it was broken by your own voice ringing out. Jeremy couldn’t make out what you were saying, but he could tell that it wasn’t your usual tone of voice. Oh no, this was you being overly nice, trying your hardest to be overly polite when the person around you didn’t deserve it. Michael stiffened just seconds later.

“You know what, Jer?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re right, the fries are very hot. Let’s take our time eating.” His face contorted into a miserable look that Jeremy hadn’t seen since the SQUIP incident. There was a beat of quiet before Michael lowered his voice. “If I left after hearing what I just heard (Y/N) say, my moms would kill me for not staying and making sure that they’re safe.”

Jeremy paled. What could you have said? It had to be something intense for his best friend to do a complete 180 about his decision. And in an instant, the lanky boy didn’t need to know what you’d said exactly. There was a look in Michael’s eyes that was more than words could ever explain. He could practically hear exactly what you’d said through Michael in this moment alone. And it was decided. The two would stay to make sure that you were at the very least safe while you were here.

Another second passed, and silence fell again. The two assumed that things were at the very least okay on the other side of the barrier. They began to eat again, quieter than before.

“Anyways, should we bring the bean bags for the dorm?” Michael asked quieter than before.

“Will they fit?” Jeremy asked his best friend before taking another sip of water.

“You’ve got a point.”

The waitress returned with a singular plate of food in her hand. A quick check of the two teenagers and she was off, walking directly to your table and putting it down in front of one of you. It must’ve been your boyfriend. Jeremy shuddered at that. He could remember in the diner when his eyes had glazed over the words “eating disorder”. Was it suddenly back and, fuck, was that what you were fighting about before? Jeremy hoped, no Jeremy begged that it wasn’t that; anything but that.

“I think I know what you’re thinking.” Michael noted before eating another fry. “But they said they’d already eaten with their family and just wanted ice cream when they ordered.”

“You actually heard that?”

“Yeah. You know, when they use their customer service voice, they get very loud.”

Damn it. Nothing had gotten better with you. Jeremy knew that, of course he did, but he secretly hoped that at the very least things had gotten even just slightly better. It had only been two weeks, but he knew that if you were reverting to your old habits, things could’ve only gotten worse. When he had been reading about abusive relationships, Jeremy learned that it was a cycle, not really a constant. He hoped that this was an upswing, but apparently that was just wishful thinking.

The waitress came back once more to clear plates before asking about desert. “I think we’re good,” Michael said as Jeremy almost kicked his best friend. She nodded before walking back to your table.

“What the fuck? We’re staying late, remember?”

“We are, but they’re leaving soon. We can just take forever to pay and give a really good tip.”

Jeremy was quiet for a second. “Okay,” he said finally.

“I gotta be honest, Jer.” The lanky boy met eyes with his best friend. “He has been talking about himself the entire time we’ve been eating.”

While he was glad that Michael was honest with him, the comment made Jeremy unsettled. Relationships are supposed to be equal, where each of you bring each other up, not completely snuff the other person. They were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be better for you. They were supposed to be consensual, easy, and fun, with the dark parts only there some of the time. Jeremy wished he could just walk over there and drop kick your boyfriend into the Atlantic before sitting down across from you, smiling warmly before he would take you back to Michael’s place (he was sure Mrs. and Mrs. Mell would love to meet you) where you two would crash after hours of playing video games. But there was no way that Jeremy would be able to do that, and even attempting it could end worse than he could ever imagine.

By the time Jeremy had finished his train of thought, the two of you stood up and you boyfriend almost immediately made eye contact with Jeremy. The boy quickly looked away, the table all of the sudden becoming very interesting. Michael chose to make direct eye contact with your boyfriend, almost seeming to activate protective mode. From across the table, he could feel his best friend tense without even needing to look up. Jeremy was glad that his best friend was so wordlessly by his side, that he was fully capable of keeping a cool head but definitely giving off intimidating vibes. And he knew that if things did go south, Michael would absolutely help him get you to safety.

“Hey! I didn’t see you guys when we walked in!” your boyfriend spoke, his hand still placed firmly on your hip as discomfort pooled into you from that point of contact.

“Yeah! We didn’t see you either!” Michael smiled back, his mood seemingly bright, but Jeremy could sense that underneath that brightness, an almost violent demeanor slept soundly, just waiting to be awakened.

Your boyfriend spared a glance at a very nervous Jeremy before turning back to Michael. “Have you tried Doomfist yet in Overwatch?”

“Actually no! I don’t usually play the new updates as soon as they happen, I kinda just wait until they fix the glitches and make the statistics fair, you know?”

“I respect that, but you should definitely play as him while he’s OP. It’s so intense, you’re guaranteed to win.”

As the two kept talking, Jeremy snuck a glance at you. Your eyelids fluttered for a second before you locked eyes with the lanky boy. For a second, the curse was lifted as you looked into the window of happiness. You lit up, a small smile painting itself onto your face. Jeremy blushed and you mirrored, pink flowering throughout your face and neck. You looked away fast as a way to prevent your boyfriend from getting suspicious. The blush disappeared and you tangled yourself up with unhappiness once again. You nodded at something Jeremy didn’t quite hear from you boyfriend, but Michael spoke up. The sweet boy didn’t hear what his best friend said, as your eyes traced their way back to Jeremy himself. It wasn’t a full on look, as both of you knew that an action that was so pronounced would be dangerous. That didn’t mean that Jeremy didn’t catch the shining in your eyes as you gazed at him. His heart did cartwheels. Suppressing a smile, Jeremy cleared his throat. All attention was towards him for a millisecond and your eyes left his. The boy opened his mouth to ask what your plans were for the rest of the night, but your boyfriend spoke for him.

“We should get going, huh, babe? It was good seeing you guys!” he said while smiling at Michael and Jeremy noticed that it was only directed at Michael. Your boyfriend’s stare lingered on him and Jeremy could feel himself getting angrier and angrier. His fists clenched as your boyfriend’s jaw did the same. Your boyfriend turned around and gripped your hip tighter before leaving out the door, a guarded smile on his face. Jeez, your boyfriend practically hung off of you, no wonder you’d been isolated so badly.

It was in that moment that Jeremy decided that getting angry and giving your boyfriend an ass kicking shouldn’t be on the agenda, but your well being should be. He whipped out his phone and quickly found your contact. Smiling to himself as Michael watched, a single text was sent to you:

Jeremy: Hope you have a great night! Let me know if you need anything 😊

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