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We as a Quarry Society don't acknowledge the massive smile and cheers that Jacob gives when Dylan and Ryan kiss 🧍he's an ally

#this is my best friend jacob. hes an ally #speak jacob!! #‘ally!’ #(that keeps repeating in my head now)

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ngl, i’m going a little feral for that picture of Abi

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trying to look up fanart for the quarry is insane sometimes. why is kaitlyn white. why is RYAN white. why is travis hackett an anime twink. why are there so many gacha thumbnails

#im losing my mind over this #mostly because of the whitewashing #like … you have artistic talent. why are you using it to draw ryan with sand colored skin. #the gacha stuff is mostly made by like kids so no shame there . it’s just funny #the quarry #kieran says stuff

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the quarry (2022)

source: smosh TNTL

#content made specifically for me #ive been obsessed with this clip for so long #seeing it used like this. makes me explode i love it

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Chris: I love all my counselors equally! Ryan, Abi, Kaitlyn, er- Nick? Um...

Chris: *reads the smudged ink on his hand*

Chris: Jemma, Daniel, and Jerkoff!

Jacob: That's not even a name!

Ryan: Quiet down, Jerkoff.

#ok but if any of them were to actually be named jerkoff it would be him #my beautiful son. jerkoff custodian

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meme dump

#i actually bought the quarry so im allowed to be active again #also transmasc adhdtism dylan truthing

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one of my worst flaws as a person living on this earth is that, sometimes, for practice, i like to take gory bloody adult media and draw it like it was a cute milt kahl-era cel flick from the 70s

#‘flaw’ what!!!! this is literally the peak of what art should be #it makes me want to hone my skills just to try and get my feelings over it onto paper #im loving it!!!!!!

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Hey! Could you do a Max Brinly x reader one shot? Something fluffy and cute? It’d be really appreciated, thank you!

absolutely!! max always deserves more love so i am more than happy to oblige lol (keep in mind that it’s been a bit since i’ve written fluff and i have to read and correct my stuff by myself so im just trying my best!! hopefully y’all enjoy it despite the flaws though lol)

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Sugar, Butter... Failure? (Max Brinly/GN!Reader, Fluff, One-Shot)

According to the romance novels you’d read and the Hallmark movies you’d watched, baking a pie with your boyfriend was supposed to be a cute, quirky, picture-esc little moment that went straight into photo albums and reminded you of love and warmth and joy…

According to the way the kitchen looked not even halfway into the recipe, though, it was feeling more like a scene from “The Play That Goes Wrong: Waitress Edition.”

“I promise it’ll go well, hon,” he’d said beforehand, smiling and pulling up the cherry pie recipe he had found to bake for his mom’s birthday. He was far more excited than you were at the prospect of covering the kitchen in flour and spending hours laboring over a single pie, but you loved him and his antics, and that meant you were obligated to follow along. You’d gone shopping for the ingredients earlier and it’d sort of tired you out a little, but again, love conquers all or whatever.

Really, it did all start pretty well. The two of you sat at the counter pitting cherries for a while, chatting about work and school, playing some music in the background. It felt homely and familiar, like the beginning to something memory-worthy.

“Wait, what is that? I haven’t even put anything in yet, it shouldn’t–“ Max started, walking over and opening it. Before he could finish, his eyes went wide and he quickly pulled out a half-empty 

Then the smell of something burning came from the preheating oven.

box of the pizza the two of you had a few nights before. Apparently, he had still not broken his habit of putting things in the oven instead of the fridge because he insisted “it’ll take less time to reheat.”

That first one wasn’t too bad of a mistake, though. You both laughed it off and double-checked that nothing else was left in the oven, and then you started on adding some lemon juice and sugar to the cherries. 

After that, Max scrambled to get the extracts and cornstarch while you grabbed the premade pie crust from the fridge. You bumped shoulders a few times, but nothing catastrophic happened. At least, nothing happened until he tried to slip past you to put the lemon juice back in the fridge and knocked the pie crust out of your hands. It fell to the floor and shattered into crumbly, flaky crust bits. Max winced and groaned, looking at the scattered pie chunks with a pained expression. 

“That was the only one, wasn’t it?” He asked. You nodded.

“And neither of us is up to leaving to go to the store for another one, aren’t we?” He asked, voice softly lowering in defeat. You nodded again.

He stood there for a minute, gritting his teeth, when his eyes suddenly lit up and he made a face that practically screamed “Eureka!”

“I can just make another one, right? We have flour and butter and stuff. I mean, it’d take a while, but it’s better than nothing, right?” He said, running over to the fridge and grabbing up what he assumed he needed before you could react. In the end, all you did was sigh and smile a little at the way he was beaming while he looked up several variations of “simple pie crust recipe short time”. 

When he started to get a little ramped up, tossing things around and folding them like he was on The Great British Bake Off, you stepped back and carefully took your phone up and switched to the camera. As he pulled a series of intense, overly dramatic expressions, you zoomed into his face action-style, holding your laughter in as best as you could. You could hear him muttering little affirmations under his breath like the pie crust would absorb them. It was, in a way that only silly stuff Max did could be, adorable.

After about two minutes of that, though, Max pulled out a rolling pin and reached for the flour that was sitting on the edge of the counter. He gripped the bag for a second and tried to drag it over, but as he did, he noticed you recording. He jumped a little, eyes going wide… and the flour in his grip went flying. 

It dropped down to the floor, landing with a smack. A massive, choking cloud of flour exploded into the air, covering everything in its path, including Max. In just about a second, he was coated head-to-toe in flour. He stared at himself for a moment, and then groaned. He looked sad at first, like losing the pie was a true tragedy, and you almost felt bad, but as he seemed to take it all in and looked around at the predicament he’d gotten himself into, he shook his head and shrugged cartoonishly.

“Oh god, I know, of course I’d freaking manage this. You can look and laugh, hon, I’m not that devastated. But, uh, can you come over and help when you’re done, please?” He said, breaking into a smile and chuckling a little under his breath. You giggled, but put your phone down and headed over to try and get the mess off of him. Before you could actually get over to him, though, he grinned and scooped up a handful of the flour off of the counter. You didn’t process what was coming before he threw it, so you stood there in shock as Max practically smothered you in flour.

“I’m sorry, but if we go down, we go down together!” He shouted, ducking away as you realized what he’d done. You darted over, ruffling his hair playfully in an attempt to dig the flour in deeper, and he pushed you away with a snort. The two of you tussled for a little bit, laughter and yelling filling the air the same way the flour did only minutes prior, and before you knew it, you were sitting on the floor, coated in a layer of flour, clutching your stomach from how hard you’d busted your gut. Max was in the same situation, his face red and his mouth and cheeks completely pushed up with how much he was smiling.

The two of you looked at each other, sitting and cracking up in an absolute disaster of a kitchen, and you realized that this was the cute, quirky, picture-esc little moment you’d been expecting all along.

#the quarry #max brinly #writing #one shot #max brinly x reader #x reader

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not sure if anyone will take me up on the offer but im taking the quarry centered one-shot fic requests!!!! im down for anything that’s not dark or nsfw so feel free to send in requests or prompts :))

#the quarry #writing #requests #hopefully i dont sound goofy posting this 😭 i just need something to do jsfjsfj

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Achievement unlocked: discovered piece of media at exact right time in your life to experience maximum peak emotional impact and infatuation

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farts out another dylan kaitlyn besties doodle

#y es !!!!!!!!!

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Hacketteers + 80′s/50′s Throwback

#nipple pants nick #i saw that tag once and every time i see the 50s outfits i think of it #anyways max is slaying every single time (even in his original straight boy clothes) #so are dylan and emma because i mean look at them #thank you supermassive for giving us outfit dlcs

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me thinking about travis trying to make things normal again by being there for max and laura the same way he was there for kaylee and caleb

#(DO NOT TAG AS SHIP) #he gives them advice on jobs and college. he goes to their graduation and cries #obviously it takes a while for them to accept that hes trying to be nice but they understand at some point #travis is a family man first and foremost and he’ll have to make a family from what he’s got left #the quarry #travis hackett

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drawing of jacob but i made it from memory while fighting sleep meds

#i promise i can draw i just think this is exactly what he looks like to me #the quarry #jacob custos

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Just saying I forced my boyfriend to “dress up” as Jacob and Kaitlyn with me for my Halloween party this past weekend.

#I DIDNT SEE THIS BEFORE BUT I SAW IT MENTIONED IN THE TAGS OF MY POST AND I GOT SO EXCITED #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

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so like, im not a shipping kind of guy, but i do like the idea of kaitlyn and jacob. not as a couple, as friends. like some goofy sitcom shit.

kaitlyn and jacob get too fucked up by the hackett’s quarry massacre, and focus more on confronting their trauma than getting laid and dating. cool. whatever. 

so, like in fifth grade or something, they joked at a party they would just move in together if neither of them was married by 25. by this time, they just want to do it for the taxes. that downstate rent won’t pay itself, you know.

jacob tried going to boot camp, but flunked out of free dodge charger academy because he couldn’t look a military dog in the eyes, kaitlyn teaches firearms safety which scares away men, so it’s a good plan on paper.

except jacob is a mess and kaitlyn ends up carrying him. he’s too nervous to work, that’s fine, she makes enough money, so she just tells him to handle stuff around the house.

hilarity ensues.

jacob grew up in a macho household where he never learned to do chores. he does not know how to do laundry or mow a lawn or fold bedsheets or cook.

kaitlyn regularly has to come home from her job, rainchecking a lesson doing god’s work teaching some battered ex-housewife trigger discipline, because jacob loaded the dishwasher up with regular soap.

has to teach him that an oil change does NOT go in the gas tank. he cannot use the wire grill brush to clean the granite countertops. she nearly kicks him out when he uses soap on her cast iron pans.

i would pay to watch this.

bonus: kaitlyn and dylan recreate will and grace, ft. jacob living illegally in their closet, off of the lease books because kaitlyn feels bad for him.

#THIS THIS THIS #ive become deeply attached to these two and their dynamic ok #jacob being stupid as hell but constantly good natured is my current mood for the week i think