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olliefcks‌:

he gave a confident nod to the other. he’d gotten criticism before about it but, the guys that bought his content and came to see him liked it so he didn’t really care “not all the time but there’s this thing called tucking. sometimes content with my dick showing is preferred” he shrugged. 

“I think my cousin told me about tucking, some show called Drag Race i think? That shit sounds painful so kudos the the souls who can do that fuck shit,”  A shrug, brows furrowing at the word content, “You like go on youtube in that shit??”

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olliefcks‌:

he had to hold back a scoff when he’d realized who he’d bumped into. he had heard what elliot did to tristan and he wasn’t the biggest fan but he forced a smile. for a moment, he’d forgotten where he’d been, his brows furrowed as he glanced down at the bag and shook his head “huh? no. i’m gay” he told him “this is for me to wear” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. ollie wasn’t shy about the way he liked to dress but he knew that others had a problem with it though, elliot’s opinion didn’t really matter to him all that much. 

Elliot had seen Ollie around, not only on the campus of the University but the halls of Degrassi. He knew he was friends with Tristan, and given the look he was receiving, a gut feeling told him he knew about the twos history. Raising a brow at his words, “You wear that shit?” He spoke, “How is that comfortable? like not out of a harsh place,” maybe a little bit, but he was trying his best to bite his tongue, “I just mean like, placement and shit,”

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Elliot was grateful to be living by himself, especially in a fully furnished and paid off apartment. He was more thrilled by the five minute walk to the studio he had now. Already having made the trips countless times, and that was precisely where he was headed now, not before having to drop his trash from the nights of unpacking. Turning back from the trash to be met with Tristan, he couldnt help the small amount of shock that crossed his face. He hadnt seen Tris since the day he cussed him out, and it felt odd. He wasnt sure how to explain it, “Oh um yea sorry,” He spoke quickly moving to the side, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜   𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒 .

     𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘  ,  the lofts had been a great idea ,  and tris had no intentions of turning down the offer of a fancy loft ,  one that he could otherwise never afford ,  especially when it allowed him to be so close to his friends .  having access to hanging out with ollie ,  zig ,  or vada at any given point in the day was something he was happy for  -  though ,  of course ,  the close proximity meant he was bound to run into some …  less than favourable people . namely elliot ,  who was currently blocking the only path leading back inside from the communal bins .     ‘  do you mind ?  ’

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olliefcks‌:

a soft sigh left his lips as he left the lingerie store, a few bags in his hands. he hadn’t gotten exactly what he needed but, he got enough for some fresh content. he’d just have to order the rest of it online. he wasn’t paying that much attention, in fact, none really. so it was basically his fault when he ran into someone “oh no, so sorry. that was totally my bad

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elliot had just left the music shop, getting the foot pedal he needed for his new keyboard. while he normally would be paying full attention of where he was going, he couldnt help the curiosity has his phone kept buzzing in his pocket. Grabbing it from his pocket, staring at the countless texts from his mom over whether he was making it home this weekend or not. Rolling his eyes as he began his response, feeling his body collide with someone and his phone go flying. “Not a problem man,” He spoke taking a second to peep the pink and black stripped bag in his hand. “Oh getting some stuff for your girl? Slick,” He chuckled, grabbing his phone from its spot on the floor. relaxing at the sight of the perfect screen.

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He didnt mind being on his own, even in the dingy motel, but he did find himself wandering around more. Just around the motel, finding different people to talk to and interact with. Given that all his projects had been killed in the fire, he had been trying to get some inspiration. But currently the only inspiration he had was filling his ice bucket and heading back to his room. Glancing up from the chest as he heard footsteps he sent a small head nod towards the culprit, “Sup,”

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headcanon #1

For elementary and middle school, his mother thought it be best he attend a Christian school. The only teachers in said schools were nuns, and Elliot had a habit of acting out.

Due to this, he immediately crumbles when faced with an ounce of female authority

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I bear a cross on me, I bear a god on me, of whom I’ve lost faith in a long time ago.

remnant-thoughts (via sweetcandirps)

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Elliot Javier Ramos

TW: intoxicated driving accident and death while pregnant

Born June 17th, Elliots life seemed bound for success from the start. His father being a pastor, and his mother a nurse, they seemed like the picture perfect family. Attending church every Sunday and believing in the almighty seemed like a normal thing. The only thing Elliot saw that everyone around him also did every week. He just wasnt sure if everyone else was being told they would find themselves in hell if they didnt attend one Sunday, or that their friends were Satans children because their families didnt attend church, or believe.

He found himself in church groups almost everyday after school, always believing what he was taught and shown in the place. If you had sex before marriage youd go to hell, if you got a divorce then God wouldnt accept you anymore. If you were gay, or into the same sex in any way then you were going to hell with no chance at forgiveness. The list could go on and on if he wanted it to, but not all items swirled around his head at all times. 

When Elliot was about 10, he has always remembered one event, almost as if it was was a fixed to his memory permanently. His older cousin David had called everyone into the living room during his graduation party. Everyone expected him to finally tell them what college he had gotten into, so they all gathered round. Smiles adorning their faces as they awaited the news. But what they got wiped the smile off most peoples faces, and was replaced with the look of dissapointment. He had told them he was gay, and in a relationship. Some of the family was willing to look past it, or simply pretend it didnt exist. But some didnt, the important somes. He was forced out of the family. Told to never return, that he wasnt welcome as long as he was going through his phase, whatever that meant. For years, Elliot could never figure out why that was stuck in his head. Almost on a constant loop. And then he met Tristan.

Elliot could always appreciate a females beauty. Finding most to be pretty, or beautiful, each in their own way. But none giving him the feeling people always described when they talked to him about love. He would find himself having little day dreams about the boys in his classes. Having to snap himself out of them, usually ending in a speech about how its a sin. But he couldnt help himself, and slowly he found himself thinking about the flamboyant boy more and more.

He admired him at first. The fashion the boy wore, how he was aware of the air around him.. Knowing who he was, and not caring how the world perceived him. He seemed to be everything Elliot wished to be, but couldnt be. Or rather, would die before admitting. And somehow the flamboyant boy had broke Elliot down. One conversation at a time. He felt like he could be himself around Tristan, like a part of himself had been unlocked, and it frightening him more than he was prepared to handle, but it made him feel alive.

Until they went to far for him to process. To far with someone to close to home. To close to his parents and family. Someone who he had to see everywhere, and anywhere. It filled Elliot with anxiety, not knowing how to process his thoughts. Let alone his feelings, but he knew things were changing. He just wasnt sure how they were going to.

He turned to one of his closest female friends, starting a relationship with her, forcing himself to be straight. They “dated” for a couple of months, before they decided to have sex. For Elliot, it was the deciding factor if he truly was the one thing he was taught to truly hate, and look down on. Unfortunately his ex girlfriend, or beard for a lack of a better term, had gotten pregnant. His life flashing before his eyes of being stuck with someone he had no romantic or sexual interest in. His parents would for sure have made him stick with her and become a father. But when she was six months pregnant she was killed on a walk in the park, heading home from her best friends house. That was the second time his life stilled to a stop.

When things did end up changing it was instant regret from Elliot. Everyone told him that when somones filled with so much self hatred and doubt they push all of those feelings onto someone who reminds them of themselves. And that was exactly what he did, he took all his emotions and dumped them onto Tris. All the years of being trained to see homosexuals as this dirty cheap and wrong thing, that they were below him and didnt deserve what he had. He pushed all of that onto the one person in his life that had truly made him feel accepted and cared for. Unfortunately, he didnt realize what mistakes he was making until it was to late.

When he had left for college, he made sure he went to church. Even though his connection to God had weakened considerably over the years, he felt it was the right thing to do. A lot had happened in his life, and the only thing he had ever known was praying to God for forgiveness and acceptance. But he was realizing that the way he felt, the way he acted with Trsitan, it wasnt a phase. He truly liked the same gender, in the way he had been told to like the opposite gender. He found himself on Grinder more, driving late at night out of town for hookups, but he still lived in fear of people finding out. 

He was going to college for music, all aspects of the word. The history, the production, the instruments, the vocals, anything he could learn about it. It was the only thing in the twisted world he lived in that had never wobbled or changed. He always had a passion for music for as long as he can remember, for both him and his brother. Elliot was the second born, his brother having been seven years older, they had an interesting relationship though. When he was a toddler, and theres home videos for proof, him and his brother would perform mini concerts to 70s rock music for the family. He had made the decision to pursue music as a way to stay closer to his brother.

Elliot was ten. His brother had left for a party with friends, only a ten minute drive from the house. He had promised their mom he would stay safe. His friend had been drinking at the party, and they had decided to head to a different one on the opposite side of town. The car was found in the embankment, flipped upside down. Everyone in the vehicle had died on impact. He had lost his hero that night, and the only thing that kept any ounce of joy in his life was music. That was the first time his world had stopped.

He was living his life in a cycle of fear and confidence. One second feeling on top of the world and not caring what anyone has to say. The next praying that his parents never found out about the biggest secret he had going. He hardly knew himself half the time, but he did know he would always be willing to drop everything for those he cared for. And maybe that was his biggest downfall, listening to others expectations of him in a way, but maybe he was ok with parts of it.

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Gay is not a challenge that I’ll overcome….

G.D.M.M.L.GRLS // Tyler Glenn

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This vocal gives me life

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Medification-

Medicinecation? Is that what you said?

No MEDIFICATION wit da f

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Looks like Someone had a fun night 🖤

B’s tags❤️ @mariiaa-99 @arreagasphases @mind-of-tavia @yourmum792

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Brandon Arreaga

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I’m back

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