#having the gummy bear song as your ringtone

[lesbin]

i still think about her sometimes

[there-is-just-me-myself-and-i]

#ThankYouBlindChannel Advent Calender 2024 by @another-sun

Day 15: "Have yourself a very 🐻-y Christmas🎶"

"Have yourself a very 🐻-y Christmas...Let your 🐻s be loved..." it suddenly sounded from Tommis mobile phone. Which was odd because the song wasn't his normal ringtone, nor was it an actual song, it rather sounded like his boys doing drunk karaoke. A bit confused Tommi took his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the screen. It was Joonas who was calling him...of course it was Joonas.

"What the actual f*** Joonas" were Tommis first words, sounding very accusing.

"What?...Tommi?" answered Joel not Joonas sounding very perplexed.

"Well...Of course it's Tommi...You called me remember? Why do you have Joonas phone?" replied Tommi a bit amused by Joels clear confusion.

"Oh yes...I did!...Joonas phone was the closest one laying around and I needed to call you urgently. I wanted to ask you if you could quickly stop by the store before coming to the studio? Niko is starting to get a bit of a sore throat and Olli said honey helps with that and that you know the best kind of honey for that? If Niko's sore throat gets worse he might not be able to sing next friday...we have the final shows than...What if we need to cancel them beca..."

"I am on it Joel. I will get the honey now and come to the studio after. Anything else?" Tommi quickly cut in knowing Joel had a habit of making up worst case scenarios out of every small problem that occured. And Joel was under enough stress as it was, they all were with the final shows before the break and the documentary series coming up.

"Ummmm...No I think thats everything..." Joel anwered sounding a bit unsure himself.

Tommi decided not to say anything about it this time and just said: "Okay?...Well you can text me if there is something else we need...I will be in the store in 15 minutes. Also please tell Joonas to watch his back! Bye Joel"

Without waiting for Joels reply Tommi hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket and than made his way to the store to pick up the honey. He was a bit confused about the whole phonecall, first the weird ringtone (Thank you Joonas!), than Joel being the caller instead Joonas (well that wasn't to weird Tommi decided after thinking about the bands close relationship with one another) , and then the whole honey thing. Tommi just spoke to Niko earlier that morning about when they would all meet up at the studio and he sounded fine than. Also wouldn't he have said something earlier?...

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When Tommi arrived at the studio an hour later with the honey and a revenge plan for Joonas in mind, he had already decided to put all the confusion from earlier on the fact that they were all stressed out and not to dwell on it any longer...Well that was until he opened the studio door. But it wasn't confusion that hit him, but understanding, humor, love, and a teeny tiny bit of annoyance.

The same song that was also Tommis ringtone on his phone earlier today, was coming through the studio speakers, and the whole place looked like a 🐻 wonderland. The studio christmas tree that they got every year as a christmas tradition was filled with all kinds of 🐻 ornaments you could think of, instead of the very random ones they collected over the years (his favorite being the 6 different wolf ornaments that made the center of the tree normally). The studio couches were pulled out and pushed together and were filled with many 🐻 pillows and blankets making a very comfy looking nest. On the table next to the nest were six 🐻 mugs filled with a delicious smelling and steaming drink and two bowls, one filled with 🐻 filled chips/crisps and one filled with colorful gummy bears. The studio TVs screen showed menu screen of the movie Brother Bear and last but not least his favorite feature of the 🐻 wonderland (he would never tell anyone that) were his 5 🐻-brothers all wearing 🐻 onesies and 🐻 slippers.

"What is this?" Tommi asked trying to stay serious.

"It's 🐻 appreciation day today" replied Joonas cheekily.

"And we really appreciate our favorite 🐻" Aleksi smiled warmly at Tommi.

Tommi laughed and his heart swelled with love for his favorite 5 boys. But then he suddenly remembered something: "What about the honey? Niko are you okay?"

"I am fine. All part of the plan honey-🐻" Niko replied with a wink.

Honey-🐻...Of course...

"And I'm out" Tommi replied again trying to sound serious buf failing horribly, and "attempted" to turn around and walk out of the studio.

"Quick boys 🐻 on the loose" was the last thing he heard before he was play wrestled to the ground by several bodys at ones.

Oh how Tommi loved his 🐻 cubs...

[imagine-turtles]

Hi! I’m knew to this whole request thing and idk if you’re still taking them, but I’d thought I’d ask. How would the boy react to someone as smart (or smarter) than Donnie?

Thank you for waiting!!  Bayverse, unless you wanted different!!

The fact that someone can not only go toe-to-toe with his brother but actually outpace him in his own wheelhouse makes Leonardo uneasy.�� He’s typically slow to trust outsiders, true, but this is an especially drawn-out case.  What if they have unsavory intentions?  What if they seem trustworthy, but he can only see what they want him to?  What if they’re playing some sort of long con with goals beyond anything they’ve even imagined?

(Even the most socially-challenged genius can see their only option is to win him over week by week, month by month.  Slow and steady.)

Leonardo hardly thinks of how Donnie might feel until someone else brings it up.  It simply never occurs to him that his brother could feel any less valued than he did before, as if they could trade him in for a shinier model like an appliance.  As if they would.  But he tries, awkwardly, to equalize his interactions.  Anything the newcomer gets--praise, acknowledgement, attention--his brother gets, too.  Donnie might find it ridiculously juvenile if he weren’t so earnest in his attempts.

Finally, if they manage to prove themselves, Leonardo warms up to them.  One genius is great, but surely two is better, and outsourcing some of Donnie’s squint work to a trusted friend frees up a good chunk of his brother’s time.  If he can talk them into sparing an hour or two for the greater good, of course.

~~~

Raphael honestly didn’t think anyone was smarter than his brother.  Sure, there’s Nobel Prize winners out there, but they wouldn’t stand a chance if Donnie had everything they have.  Education, scholarships, laboratories, equipment, the works.  None of those little dweebs would last a day in Donnie’s custom-sized Nikes.

But Raph knows he’d absolutely hate it if a bigger, stronger hardass started parading around the lair, so he does the only thing he thinks he can do: he gets a little competitive, despite both parties’ lack of interest.  Less than tactfully.  So yeah, maybe this kid genius is a better coder, or a cleaner welder, or a master engineer or whatever, but listen.  Donnie had to teach himself to do all that with a keyboard too small for his fingers, and tools duct-taped together, and make it all out of literal garbage, so he’s basically better no matter how you slice it.  The best, even.

Donnie may have to step in to tell him to quit being embarrassing before his ringtone is mysteriously and permanently set to that shitty little gummy bear song.

~~~

Donatello’s reaction hinges entirely on what kind of person the new genius is; if they’re a bit of a knob, he’s much more likely to avoid them entirely.  No point in wasting time and energy talking to a pretentious brick wall.  Not that he’d pass up the chance to mess with them, he just won’t go out of his way.

If they’re friendly, and open to teaching, he’d demand their attention.  God forbid anyone else want a second of their time before he’s done with them; anyone in the family could tell you that when Donnie actually wants something, he fights low and dirty.  He’d have them down there 24/7 if Splinter would allow it, set them up in his room and just sleep in one of the cots tucked around the lair.  It’d be way more efficient than going back and forth to the surface all the time.

(At one point he realizes how absolutely bonkers that sounds, and thanks every star in the sky that he never actually voiced that one out loud.)

Donnie’s not afraid of being replaced--he knows his brothers, knows how much family means to them--but he does feel obligated to take advantage of all the new information available to him.  In theory, if they both share their respective knowledge, they’ll both end up equally skilled and better off than they were before.  Ultimately, he’d never say no to another tech-head around, regardless of their attitude.  Age of the geek, as they say.

~~~

Michelangelo is, for the most part, happy that Donnie has someone to talk shop with.  He listens when he can, but they both know there’s only so much he can absorb unless the planets align and he’s hyper-fixated on the exact same thing as his brother.  Once in a blue moon.  Donnie just accepts Mikey’s invitation to listen as exactly that--he probably won’t be able to pinpoint any problems, but he’s a perfect sounding board.  But if Donnie has a friend who knows what they’re talking about, that’s even better, right?

Like Raphael, he wants his brother to know he’s irreplaceable, but he goes about it by talking Donnie up instead of talking the newcomer down.  He may not remember how to correctly solder the components to a PCB, but he knows most of what his brother can do with scrap and trash is impressive.  Besides, there’s plenty to love about the Don-tron without boiling him down to his technical abilities.  How messed up would that be, to love your own brother for his usefulness and nothing else?

The exception is the genius in question being an ass, in which case he joins forces with Raph to rag on them at every opportunity.  It’s not mean, really!  He’s just performing an act of public service by keeping them humble.  They’ll thank him later, when they’ve been kicked down enough pegs to realize what a jerk they were being.

[soundofseventeen]

Miracle (Lee Jihoon)

Happy birthday @peachy-hoon​! A million thank yous will never suffice but I can always give you this! I’m sorry for any mistakes; I literally uploaded this as I finished. And you know, it’s not my best work, but alas.

Word count: 2645

Inspo

“And that’s a wrap!” Jihoon spoke into the mic to let Wonwoo know he was done for the day and without waiting for him to leave the recording studio, removed his headphones and stuffed his sweater and whatever he could fit into his backpack and ran out of Universe Factory, the door wide open and leaving his confused, but amused friend to tidy up the small room. In his rush he literally ran into Jeonghan, who ended up throwing all the papers in his hands, and Jihoon, although didn’t like running behind schedule, stayed to help pick up the mess he made.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” The older boy teased, checking the papers he had in his hand to make sure they were all in order and ready for presentation.

“Home.” Not bothering to check the pages, Jihoon handed them over and let Jeonghan sort them out.

“It’s still early, don’t you think? Soonyoung said he still has to go through the choreography and Seungcheol wanted everyone present for the meeting.” The impish smile had formed on Jeonghan’s face before he finished his sentence.

“Soonyoung said he’d record it for me and Seungcheol already told me everything I need to know.” Jihoon searched for his cellphone, groaning internally when he realized that he had left it in the practice room when he dropped the towels off for his clingy friend.

“Aren’t you gonna help me put these back in order?” Jeonghan asked when he saw him walking away.

“You have that handled well enough.”

“I’m missing the first page, and I had it before you knocked me over.” 

“Don't do this to me right now Jeonghan.” This time, the groan he let out was external. “I have plans that I can’t break.” Well, he could if he wanted to, but he wasn’t gonna.

“You’re not going anywhere until I find it.”

“It’s under your shoe. I’ll grab it for-move Jeonghan. I need all the time I can get.” Jihoon crouched to pick up the piece of paper.

“Why not just invite Y/N over so you stay a little longer and then you can leave together.” Jeonghan not so subtly moved his foot along with the paper so he wouldn’t take it so easily.

“I don’t think so.” He pushed his older friend, momentarily making him lose his balance and successfully retrieved the paper, squinting his eyes to read it and looking confused. “How is this our fault?”

“It’s not. The CEO is already talking to Jun about it and we’re supposed to see what measures we can take from happening again.”

“Then shouldn’t we talk to Yanan about it? I don’t know why they thought squawking every time their ringtones went off and unnecessarily texting each other throughout the day is our fault.” And both of them were messaging both groups, but he didn’t need to add that part. Instinctively, his hand went to his pockets, ready to make sure his phone stayed on silent, but he remembered he didn’t have it.

“If it gets the CEO off our backs, I don’t care what we have to do.” Jeonghan took out his own mobile device, shutting the noise off as a safety precaution. “I dreamt Yanan was part parrot twice already.” He shuddered at some memory.

“Okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bright and early and not a minute more. I have a song for you and Mingyu to go through.” He was ready to step past him when Jeonghan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back slightly.

“Do you really have to go though? This hyung hasn’t eaten lunch and it’s your turn to buy.”

Woozi let out a deep sigh, took out his wallet, smiled briefly at the picture he had of you, and pulled out his debit card, along with the loose change he had. “You know my pin number and this is literally for anything else. ‘Bye.”

“Will Y/N be okay with you staying longer?” 

“Yes, but I won’t be.” He turned the other way to head over to the practice room, only instead of seeing Soonyoung, he found Chan in the middle of a choreo practice. “Sorry, I’m just here for my phone.”

Chan hit the pause button on the remote, and gratefully took the towel Jihoon provided. “Oh, uh, I haven’t seen it. Maybe Hoshi hyung took it when he left?”

“Okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.” Although he wasn’t thrilled to be phoneless the rest of the day, he figured that no one important would try to get a hold of him and if he managed to convince you to turn it off, then it’d be foolproof. 

“Hyung, what are you today with Y/N that you’re not staying here with us?” Chan wadded up the towel and threw at him when Jihoon shook his head.

“Nothing, for real. I just wanna go home and take a nap on the couch.”

“I don’t believe you, but go ahead and leave us to suffer with our evil CEO and Joshua hyung.”

“I don’t know what you did but I’m glad you did it. Now Bumzu is in charge of getting the chorus done before you leave ton-stop looking at me like that. I’m not abandoning you.”

“You’re leaving us for Y/N.”

“I already had these plans.” And not even his best friends would hold him up. 

“Okay fine, don’t tell me what super fun, cool thing you’re gonna do while we just slave away here.”

Jihoon began walking away, backwards and slowly. However, he couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face. “We aren’t doing anything or going anywhere. I’d ask you guys to come over after work to see for yourself, but I don’t wanna.”

“Ever since you and Y/N started dating, you’ve changed.” The fake sniffle Chan let out almost sent Jihoon to the floor but he managed to reach the door and once he took a bow, walked out.

*

Jihoon let himself in quietly, just in case you were asleep or on the phone with someone important to you, but he was greeted with a Stray Kids song coming from the living room. He smiled while he watched “Back Door”, nodding to himself when he saw Bang Chan. He admired the leader, and respected his choices regarding his group, but if anything, it was how much you fawned over him that made him petty. (Not in the sense that whenever you argued, he’d tell you to be with him, but rather he thrived on the idea that if he was with you in public and you came across Chan, Jihoon could always be satisfied in knowing that you were on his arm, and bragging about him.) 

He did make a note to remind himself to tell the boys  that your friend wanted Seventeen to do the choreo and if he could just remember it one day, it’d be great. 

“Jagi?” He called out so he’d know where you were.

“I’m not home,” was your response and with that, followed the sound of your voice that led him into the kitchen. “You’re early.”

He placed a kiss on your hair and let you finish the dishes while he checked the mail you left on the table. Bills, spam, a few unknown addresses written to you and he could only assume you found more photocards and you’d show them to him later. “How was work?”

“They wanted me to stay a little longer but I told them I couldn’t.”

“So just about the same as me.” He tore up the junk mail, and threw it in the trash. “What’s that smell?” He asked, wrinkling his nose.

“I might have burned the first batch of cookies, while I was in the shower. But don’t worry, thes ones in the oven are almost done and they’ll be good for dinner.” You turned around to wave at him, but he stood up, opened a pack of peach gummies for you and fed you one. “Speaking of, what sounds good?”

He wrapped his arms around you, back hugging you while you resumed your chores. “I’m not hungry right now. How about you throw these in the dishwasher and we can just watch movies and we’ll make food later?”

“Vacuum the living room first and then I’ll go meet you there. I have to clean the bathroom after this and dust my shelves and-” you sighed, “-so much to do.”

“But you’re not working tomorrow. Can’t you do that?”

“I have plans tomorrow and I won’t be home until late.”

“Fine, I’ll help you do our chores so you can finish and then we’ll watch something that Wonwoo swore was good.” 

He kissed your cheek, only to jump slightly when you yelled out, “Ateez present!”, followed by, “Turn the TV up. I love this song!”

He nodded but didn’t say anything else, instead running around the apartment with the vacuum cleaner and you occasionally scolding him because you couldn’t hear your favorite songs, and after that, collecting all the trash to throw out so you wouldn’t have to go outside and lose whatever motivation you had. He liked when you had energy like that; it usually made him wonder what other things you had done, like the fact you changed the bedsheets this time, washed his clothes, and baked some dessert. You worked extra hard today and he couldn’t wait to have you sit next to him and watch something that you wouldn’t focus on, but you’d have a good night’s sleep if that happened. He wished he could do what you did in the short amount you’ve been home.

You somehow managed to finish at around the same time, but he could see you weren’t tired because you were teasing the cat with all its toys. (The cat he said he didn’t want when you bought the apartment, but for some reason couldn’t bear parting with the stray so now, he was an active member of the family, but he wasn’t complaining. The feline kept you company when he was gone and it strangely put Jihoon at ease.) “Haha, you’re too slow. Come grab it now.” You picked him up, trying not to wince when one of the claws came out. “Come on pretty boy. You’re gonna watch a movie with us tonight.”

Jihoon was already waiting for you, your favorite blanket ready to be claimed and the snacks ready to be eaten. “Come on Jagi. You don’t know how long I was waiting to do this with you.” He extended his arms wide enough for you to fall into them, and when you did, wrapped them around you, sighing contentedly. “You know I can stay like this forever, right?”

He kissed your forehead when you nodded, and you could feel the tiredness creeping in. He always made your long days a little better and you often wished you could be the beacon of energy he needed, and you tried really hard to be that. Your work’s complaints could wait for another day, but this couldn’t. “Thank you for coming home early.”

You could feel yourself falling asleep a little into the movie, not because you were bored, but because you were so warm and comfortable and you didn;t wanna break your little bubble. Jihoon played with your hair, further lulling you into a slumber and when he placed random kisses on you, you just silently asked for more. So it surprised you when the doorbell rang and you looked at him. “Did you order dinner?”

“No. Did you?” Then came the hard knocking and you recognized it immediately, and you let out a laugh.

“They didn’t,” Jihoon groaned. “I told them no. Just ignore them and they’ll go away.”

“Is that why you turned my phone off earlier?”

“Yes. I don’t always get this time with you.”

“Should I just let them in? You know they won’t stop until we open the door.” You didn’t know how long you stayed liked, but you reluctantly got off of Jihoon and opened the door, him muttering profanities and threatening to put them through hell the next time they were due to record.

“Y/N, you’re here!” Seungkwan pushed through everyone to hug you. “How come you don’t visit us? Don’t you love us anymore?”

“Dude, I’ve been so busy lately. I’m sorry.”

“WAIT!” Chan cried loud enough to wake your neighbors so you put a finger to your lips to quiet him down. “So Hyung was telling the truth when he said you weren;t doing anything?”

“We literally just cleaned the house and we were gonna watch a movie until bed.”

“Wow, you’re not fun.”

You counted all the heads, multiple times, frowning a little when you counted the 12. “I haven’t made dinner and we were just gonna have noodles.”

“Oh good! We’re starving.” Someone pushed Wonwoo and they all rushed inside, quickly making themselves at home. Jihoon shot you an apologetic look and you smiled at him. You enjoyed Seventeen’s company, but Jihoon shook his head, trying to look annoyed at their presence, but the smile he tried to hide was confirmation enough to have them here for a little. 

“Everyone is having ramen form the packet and if you don’t like it, then you can go and get your own food.” Your eyes widened when you saw the time on the stove. It felt so much later than it actually was.

“I just wanna know why you guys are here and not at home.”

“Hyung, you invited me earlier, remember? While I was working on the choreo and you were looking for your phone.”

“That reminds me. Catch Woozi!” Soonyoung fished the phone out of his pocket and threw it at his best friend, snickering when he failed to catch it.

“I didn’t invite you. I said I wish I could, but I don’t want to.”

“Well, we’re already here and Y/N said we could stay.”

“But please not so late; I’m working tomorrow. But later this weekend, you can go nuts.”

*

“I thought you weren’t working,” Jihoon asked after the unexpected guests left.

“I’m not, but like you said, we don’t always have time to do this.”

“You’re the best. Go play the movie; I can finish right here. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Not kicking them out. You could’ve done that.”

“They were already here.” You shrugged. “I guess you guys still need each other sometimes.”

“Still, I appreciate that.” He lightly pushed you to the living room, though you couldn’t actually sit down. There was a small mess you could’ve ignored, but you were already up and you didn’t know how long it’d be until Jihoon finished. Plus it wouldn’t take long, especially since your favorite boy was sound asleep on his tower after Jun and Vernon chased him around. 

And you also also had to change Netflix accounts so no one would be confused about anything. Luckily, no one touched your stuff, so you were able to find your spot fairly quickly and Jihoon came by just in time, with two of your cookies in his hand, and handed one to you.

“I love you, you know that?”

He nodded. “Let’s finish watching this, so we can go to sleep.” He flopped on the couch, once again extending his arms to you, where you met him with small pecks and flushed cheeks. 

You finally pressed play again, hoping for no more interruptions until the next day, quickly falling into your previous state of almost falling asleep right then and there. “I love you Jihoon,” you mumbled to him again.

He shut his eyes in his euphoric state, letting your words warm him up before he responded to you, quietly enough that not even your favorite boy could hear.

“You are my miracle.”

[lionesshathor]

tried my hand at text-based RP. enjoy this spock and mccoy banter!

Spock:

Whoever "borrowed" my padd will return it by the end of the day, or I will turn the ringer on full volume, for a full 24 hours

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

alright, alright! I'm returning it now! lordy, I had no idea the ringtone was set to "bananaphone"

never getting that song outta my head now

Spock:

It was Jim's idea as a way to insure it was returned promptly

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

ugh, figures

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

definitely works

now excuse me while i staunch the bleeding in my ears...

Spock:

It could be worse, his original suggestion was the "baby shark" song

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

oh, that's not much worse

i always learned that song differently anway

Spock:

I forgot, you have a daughter. She enjoys it?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

not that much anymore, she's just discovered "the song that never ends"

and its sequel, "i know a song that gets on everybody's nerves"

Spock:

My sister enjoyed the never ending song

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

michael? haven't heard from her in ages

and for god's sake, don't put anymore earworms in me

*grump grump*

Spock:

If you took up my offer to learn meditation they would not be able to get stuck in your head

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

I'll do that when you admit to actually having an injury before falling flat on your face

Spock:

I was pushed

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

mr. "tries to walk out of medbay during surgery"

you were BLEEDING PROFUSELY

a grasshopper could have pushed you over

Spock:

I was referring to the incident on the planet, we have already discussed the fact that the anesthesia had an effect on me. I did not walk out on purpose, I was hallucinating

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

really? did your perfectly meditated brain fail on you?

next you'll be telling me that "bananular" is a word

Spock:

When drugged, yes, it can fail. I am not a machine

Bananular?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

as in, "bananular phone"

did you even listen to the song when you let Jim pick your ringtone?

Spock:

I let Jim pick, to make him stop complaining so I could finish my work

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

you know what, next time you call me illogical, ill just say BANANULAR

Spock:

It is technically not my ring tone, it is an alarm to make people return my padd

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

*facepalm* oooof course you did

let me guess, your actual ringtone is on a frequency only those pointed ears of yours can hear

Spock:

No? You have heard my ring tone, it is currently in the hall of the goblin king....

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

doesn't ring a bell

do you mean mountain king?

Spock:

Yes

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

hmph. don't even know your earth music right

Spock:

I am man enough to admit my mistakes

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

now "tenessee stud" is a real classic

Spock:

Stud?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

...do i need to explain what a stud horse is to you?

its a song about a man and his stallion

they ride around on adventures in the ancient west

Spock:

That is the premise of most songs you recommend

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

because theyre GOOD

respect the classics!

Spock:

Classic like "save a horse ride a cowboy" ?

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

oho! when did you listen to that one?

did you hear "she thinks my tractor's sexy" perchance?

i still have my "save a horse, ride a tractor" shirt somewhere

Spock:

I listen to all your recommendations when I have time. They are.... interesting

Jim stole that shirt

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

he did WHAT

Spock:

He wears it to bed regularly. I highly doubt you both have one, therefore he stole it

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

that sonuva-

MY SHIRT

did he swipe my "not everything in Iowa is flat" shirt too?

or my Georgia peach shorts?

Spock:

I do not know about the shorts, but the flat shirt he does have, he bought matching "booty shorts"

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

...well, the joke does fit him better

he always had bigger pecs

BUT IT'S STILL MY SHIRT

also since when did it have a matching booty shorts set?

last time in cedar rapids i didn't see anything

next time you see him, tell Jim that the iowa shirt is meant for women

see how he reacts

then get me a replacement

for BOTH

Spock:

He may have gotten them from the replicator. I give you permission to steal your clothes back, do not open the drawer in the closet, it is broken, and jim will notice someone else has been in there

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

how could i open a broken drawer?

Spock:

When opened it will not close unless you do it at an angle. It is difficult for me, and jim.

Spock:

Also, do not go when jim is there

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

let me guess, he's hiding somehting in there?

a secret stash of gummy bears, maybe?

that jim always had a sweet tooth

Spock:

No, I do not believe there are sweets in our room. You forget, jims diet is something we both agree on

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

do we, now? this could be an historic occasion

Spock:

We have agreed for years on this

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

us? thinking alike for year?

i need a drink

Spock:

We agree on many things

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

*spits out drink*

*cough cough*

ugh

if you're gonna get nasty, i'm gonna leave

Spock:

Nasty? We both enjoy salad.... you told me last week

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

I enjoy a good slaw. what you eat is cattle feed

Spock:

Cattle would be poisoned by my regular diet

Leonard "Bones" McCoy:

of leaves? i doubt that

get yourself a corn dog or something on a bun

honestly, you're so gaunt and lanky

you need something that will really stick to your ribs

Spock:

The spices are poison to most earth creatures

[fluffypotatey]

10, 32, & 45 for Merthur

Aaahh!!! Thank you anon🥰For these, I’ll do it as a modern au

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

Both of them do this to each other and you cannot convince me otherwise. Who started it was Arthur, and this was long before they dated and were roommates who rubbed each other the wrong way. As a prank, Arthur got onto Merlin’s phone (the password was way too easy for him to figure out and Arthur had half a mind to scold Merlin but that would ruin his prank) and set the ringtone to the Gummy Bear song. Merlin retaliated and made sure all of Arthur’s ringtones were either taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus. This war lasted for a year, but no winner was determined. Sometimes, if Arthur is feeling petty, he’ll change Merlin’s ringtone but only for a day.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Okay, so I already answered this question here....however, I’ll add more.

Merlin thought Arthur knowing his order for that place was a once time only fluke....He was wrong. Next weekend, him and his friends are at a bar and Percival orders something for the whole group. Turns out it has pickles and he hates them, but then Arthur like takes all his pickles and moves them to his plate (because Arthur isn’t a heathen). Merlin Looks up at him confused and Arthur just raises his brow and says, “What? You don’t like them anyway. Just thought I would get them out of your plate if you’re not going to eat them.”

Merlin is floored and just breathes out an okay because what the fuck??? Arthur knows he hates pickles??? This has to be a one time thing

But it isn’t because Arthur knows that Merlin always eats this one curry at their favorite thai place. He knows that when Merlin is undecided at the diner, he just orders himself some chicken tenders since Merlin believes that is the safest bet. And Merlin cannot function because of it.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

Merlin is a worry wart. He worries about classes, having enough time to cook, his work, Arthur, etc. It’s not as bad as it was in college, but Merlin still acts like a mother hen when he’s concerned. Most of the time, it’s because Arthur is a workaholic and tends to not leave his office until everything is done and perfect and--

Merlin by then will march up to arthur’s office and drag him out because “it is almost midnight and you should’ve been home hours ago! Stop being a clotpole and come home!” Merlin’s late night barging into Arthur’s office building is a common occurrencee that he knows all the security guards by name as well as the secretaries and janitors. 

However, Arthur will fuss with Merlin when it comes to formal events and he wants to make sure everything goes perfectly. Merlin, personally, doesn’t care about these events as much (he will appreciate that they give him a chance to see Arthur in a suit), but lets Arthur fuss with the hem of his shirt and his collar just to get in a flirt or two.

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35 things I’m convinced Peter Parker does:

1. Will have moments where he just randomly states questions like “why are apartments called apartments, when they’re all stuck together?” or “if you write a book about failure, and it fails, is it called success?”.

2. Gets all shy and flustered whenever he sees you in his clothes, loving how it gives you sweater paws and reaches your knees.

3. Finding out that his Spider-man because he left his backpack over at your house after a study session, and you “accidentally” opened his bag to find his suit in it. “Please tell you're not some weird cosplayer dude and that you actually are Spider-man”.

4. Calls your parents Mr. and Mrs, despite the fact that they've told him to call them by their names.

5. Him loving to buy shirts with science puns on them, not even caring if has to explain the joke every time someone doesn’t understand it. “do you get it?! like periodically, you know, the periodic table!”.

6. Tries to do the upside down Spider-man kiss, but ends up falling flat down on his face.

7.  He likes to buy the sweets and cereals that have a Spider-man packaging on them - He once bought a cereal that was absolutely horrible, but was too prideful that someone made a cereal of him that he pretended it was good and ate it anyway. 

8. Him loving to just hold your hand as often as he possibly can. This includes falling asleep on you with your hands laced together, walking around Queens as he swings your hands in the air, playing tricks where he pretends to give you something but ends up lacing his hands with yours. He just loves how warm and small they are compared to his.

9. He can only have his sandwiches if they have pickles in them and if it’s squished down real flat.

10. Will be so competitive in games of Mario Kart. Literally to the point where if you win and he loses he wouldn’t talk to you until you promised to watch Star Wars with him and say “You’re better than me at Mario Kart... there, I said it, you happy now?”.

11. Always blushes cherry red whenever you catch him staring at you, pulling at his collar because you decided to be a little bit cheeky by winking and smiling at him from afar.

12. Him growing a habit of having to lock his bedroom door after aunt may walked in on him doing a thor impression. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement.

13. He has a secret stash of lollies (gummy bears to be exact) hidden underneath his bed, and always freaks out whenever he checks and sees it’s not there anymore, only to remember that he ate them the night before during a Star Wars marathon. 

14. Him using pick up lines on you like, “are you made of fluorine, iodine, and neon? because you are F-I-Ne!”, and loving how you blush so hard every time. “No, no, I am NoT blushing! It’s just really hot in here!”

15. Him having to have at least two kisses before he heads off to class, and they obviously have to be on the lips.

16. He has literally watched his Star Wars DVD’s so many times, that they eventually stopped working. He refuses to replace them, saying that he’s were “special”, and “different” compared to the other ones.

17. His ringtone is the Spider-man theme song. 

18. Him constantly taking candid photos of you on his phone whenever you’re not looking. Most of them are photos of you looking adorable wearing his large sweater, and some are of you having the biggest smile because your favorite movie is on and you’re reciting the lines. He uses them as his background for everything.

19. Always has to walk you to every class you have, despite the fact that your classes are usually on the other side of the campus. His practically at Sonic speed as he runs back and forth from class to class.

20. He absolutely hates spiders, but immediately feels guilty whenever he wants to kill the one climbing on his bedroom wall because his literally Spider-man. So he normally just lets it be and tries not to think of where it has gone when he comes back and it’s not there.

21. He constantly asks Tony for advice when it comes anything he doesn’t understand, even though he never ends up taking the advice because it’s either too inappropriate or because Steve ends up stopping him before his words come out. “Tony, his only a kid!”, “And your point is...”.

22. Throws his phone across the room whenever someone interrupts his ‘cuddle time’ with you. “You know there’s a thing called putting it on silent right?”, he just squeezes you tighter in response.

23. He’s had to buy five new alarms (still counting) on multiple occasions because he has a habit of whacking the alarm whenever it rings in the morning, forgetting that he has super strength.

24. Whenever he goes shopping looking for clothes, he always takes time and consideration into buying something you would preferably like. He just knows your bound to steal it off him at some point, but he doesn’t mind because it always comes back smelling like you.

25. Whines, “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go”, in the morning before he has to go to school.

26. Him having a box filled with secret polaroid pictures of you. It’s hidden at the back of his closet behind all his clothes, and it has at least fifty photos in it, so he likes to pull them out every once and while and just admire all the details of each picture.

27. He has one of your shirts wrapped around his pillow as a cover because your scent alone can lull him to sleep.

28. Him practicing how to do a deep voice because everyone thinks that Spider-man is just a little boy in a tight-fitted suit that somehow got really cool superpowers (it's somewhat true).

29. Him practically mastering the technique of pretending aunt may’s food is delicious. His ‘technique” being smothering his food with an over excessive amount of sauce to the point where he can’t even taste the burntness of the meatloaf. 

30. There were multiple occasions where he’s accidentally called Tony “dad” and he immediately goes all embarrassed after. But in all honestly Tony couldn’t be any happier. 

31. Him being the clingiest person ever to the point where he lays on top of you so you can’t leave him, not even flinching whenever you try to push him or punch him off you. But he’ll end up getting off at some point because he’s realized you’ve hurt your hand when you punched his chest, “OW! Since when did your chest become a fricking brick wall!”

32. Him face-timing Steve because he doesn’t know how to put a tie on.

33. He loves to prank the Avengers by webbing everything upside down and onto the roof. He just loves to see their faces whenever his sitting upside down on a couch watching Star Wars.

34. Whenever he has to leave for a mission he likes to look through photos of you on his phone, even though he hasn’t left yet and you’re still right next to him. “You know I’m literally sitting next to you, right?”

35. Him honestly just being a complete softie for you and only you.

comment your favorite one from the list. if you even have a favorite one??

[alpha-jax]

What’s jake dom micheal Sammy Gabe Maggie valla mahina winter and Bucky name in your phone and what ringtone do they have?

Jake: Brooding dad🙎🏻‍♂️

Dom: Queen of my soul👑💍👸🏿

Michael: Doom&Gloom🌪

Sam: Annoyance🙄🤬

Gabe: Evil Weavel 🧙🏽‍♂️

Maggie: Smol one🐱👧🏻

Valla: Badass crybaby👩🏻‍🎤😭

Mahina: Sadistic wretch🤪😈

Winter: Ice Prick❄️☃️

Bucky: America’s love⭐️🌈

Steve: Stars&Garters👙💫

Ringtone:

Jake: Bad Day- the Chipmunks

Dom: Right thru me- Nicki Minaj

Michael: Humble- Kendrick Lamar

Sam: “If I only had a brain” from the Wizard of Oz

Gabe: I’m a gummy bear song

Valla: “I won’t say I’m in love” from Hercules

Maggie: “I maybe small but I carry a big stick” Bugs Bunny voiceover

Winter: I’m Still standing- Taron Egerton

Mahina: Part of your world- Jodi Benson

Bucky: “I feel pretty” from West Side story

Steve: Pretty Woman

@vampiricelete @that-werewolf-punk @rakshasa-maggie-rp @the-winter-dork-rp @starspangledsavior-rp

[rhiezus]

📱 a hana e a bonghu

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

(august 17 at 1pm4min)[text]: barbecue doesn’t work with just meat… it needs the sauce(august 19 at 10pm55min)[text]: i’m not watching american idol bonghu, am having sex[text]: why you care to trouble my intimate moment?[text]: unless someone is dying, it can wait (today, 8am12min)[text]: wait… are you pregnant again? that’s why you full of desires?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

none. hana simply just texts without thinking and sends, she doesn’t care. 

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

they have snapchat?

What my muse saved your number as?

bombom

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

the most accurate photo ever.

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

hana has the gummy bear song as her ringtone for all contacts since she owns her galaxy something by samsung. 

How many times my muse has called yours this week?

two, one by mistake and the other to know when she and mark could be at her apartment for the barbecue (hana never misses a free meal).

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

bonghu calls?

[icyhotheartwritings]

What obnoxious ringtone would each of your ocs have?

Miki - The first Sword Art Online opening

Alex - You know The Gummy Bear Song? Yeah. Feel free to unstan them immediately.

Esja - Cat noises, but the kind that would set off every dog in a 2 block radius

[hereisthepointyend]

11 Questions meme

rules:

1. always post the rules. 2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 (or however many) people to answer them.

I got tagged by @kleineleopardin​ :)

1. Do you believe in ghosts?

No.

2. If you could be any mythological/ fantastical/ supernatural being, what would you choose and why?

Idk if that counts, but an earth bender like they exist in the world of Avatar the last airbender and Legend of Korra. I’ve dicusses with my flatmates at length which bending we’d like to have and I tend to come back to earth bending, it just seems the most practical to me, though airbending is close second. Then water and fire.

3. What is your actual occupation? Do you think you fit that occupation’s stereotype, if there is one?

Technically I’m still a student and I don’t do much these days because I am in a weird transition place so I guess I am in a way the lazy student stereotype right now.

4. And what is an alternative but very different occupation you think would also be possible for you? (does not matter whether you have the neccessary education)

Since education doesn’t matter, astronaut! I’d love to see the earth from space.

5. Did you ever experience synaesthesia (blending different impressions of the senses)?

No but I recently spend about an hour on youtube watching a girl who has it paint songs she was listening to. Was really cool.

6. What is the thing you love to do most on a rainy afternoon?

Watch a show or movie and drink some tea. Or get some friends together for a game day :D

7. What is your favourite sweet/ salty snack in the whole world?

There are smurf gummy bears that are actually a bit sour too which I love a lot. Salty...probably pretzels or simple salty crisps.

8. If you got the news that you would die tomorrow - what would you do on your last day of life?

Say goodbye to as many friends as I can reach and then my family. Make sure I sorted out who gets what from the bigger things I will leave behind. Then watch a movie of my choice for the last time.

9. How do you want your friends to celebrate your funeral?

Either have a movie night (I’d be dead but request they watch Mad Max: Fury Road, What we do in the shadows and/or Death at a Funeral ... or maybe more options, in any case these three would definitely be high up on the list) or a game night in my honour. I’d say do a puzzle in my honour but I have too many friends who are not much into thoseXD

10. What are your top 5 favourite actors/ actresses at the moment?

Jessica Chastain, Ruth Negga, Lupita Nyong’o, Hannah John-Kamen, Hayley Atwell

11. Which show on Netflix do you currently recommend?

GLOW. I admit it struggles with tone a bit in the beginning, but it comes together great in the end and I hope we get a second season because the ending was amazing the next season would be outstanding if they can build on that finale. Also always recommending Sense8. Always.

And my questions, I couldn’t come up with extra questions so no skipping option, sorry :/

1. What book/movie/show (pick whichever ones you like) you have read/seen in 2017 so far would you recommend?

2. If you had to be a fruit, what fruit would you be?

3. What is a random thing that happened in the past few days that made you happy?

4. Are you scared that there could be aliens out there that could come to earth or are you worried for them that we might find them?

5. What new thing did you learn in the last few days (could be anything really)?

6. Is there a fictional character you are extremely protective over and if so why?

7. What book/movie/show would you like to protect people from and why? (this can be in the way of making them stop watching/reading at a certain point before it starts loosing quality or in general hoping people don’t spend their time on it)

8. How do you/would you like to stay active/fit?

9. Do you think it’s romantic if your (hypothetical) s/o asks your parents for permission before proposing or should they just propose so no one knows about it before you?

10. If I had a personalized ringtone for you on my phone what would you like me to use?

11. What superpower would you like to have and would you be open about it or create an alter ego?

And I’m tagging @the-smallest-kurapika, @dine7184, @redelectricsheep, @igraine-ohnefurcht, @you-cant-eat-books, @blaukrautsuppe

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Warm Me Up pt. 21

songs I listened to: Wasting all These Tears- Cassadee Pope, Echoes of Love (yes still), Here Without You- 3 Doors Down, Through Glass- Stone Sour, So Sick- Ne-Yo, Water Under the Bridge and Turning Tables- Adele

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Classes were relatively easier now. It wasn’t so hard to keep up. And now, with Spring break, Will finally had some breathing room. Sadly, breathing room also meant thinking time. And he didn’t want that.

Paolo, Alex, and Cecil were sitting in the café with him. Alex and Cecil were going back home. Paolo would be staying, because a trip back to Brazil was too expensive for just a week. While they chattered on mindlessly, Will’s eyes drifted to the door on the side of the café. Then to the pillar outside. To the smoke clouds from the people sitting outside, happily talking to their friends.

“Okay, my ride’s here, I have to get my things,” Cecil said as he stood. “I’ll see you all next week.”

They waved at him and Alex squirmed anxiously in his seat. “I guess I have to go back some time, right?”

“Remember, you have us here. We’ll welcome you with open arms the second you get back,” Will offered.

“And a lot of cookie dough and blankets,” Paolo added. “We’re here for you, Alex.”

“Thanks guys.” He took a breath and gave them a thumbs up. “Wish me luck.” He left the café and Will watched as he zipped through the crowd.

Suddenly, a hand was on his forearm. He looked over at Paolo who was looking at him curiously with black eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I know you. And I can read your expressions. So spill.” Will rolled his eyes and began folding a napkin mindlessly. “It’s him, right?”

“It’s stupid,” he muttered. He shook his head and tossed the napkin aside. “I thought that by giving him his stupid sweater back I would be able to let go of everything else. The last little bit of hope and, by default, whatever emotions I have left.” He felt a burn in the back of his eyes and sighed as he shut them, putting his forehead in his hand. “But then, I see those stupid marks on his neck and… it hurt. It still hurt. Now I have this image in my head of some random guy kissing him, and… him kissing that guy back. And it hurts.” His voice broke and he groaned in frustration.

After a second, Paolo nudged him and pulled him up from his seat. “Come on,” he said. Will frowned, but followed. “We’re going for a drive.” He hauled him to Will’s car and asked for the keys. Will gave him the keys uncertainly and got in.

As he buckled himself in, Paolo grabbed the aux cord and connected it to his phone. He began driving and a song began. It had a bit of a country twang and Will frowned. His mother used to listen to these songs. “What is this?” he asked. He winced as the chorus came up and hid his face. “Could you change the song?”

“No.” Will looked over at Paolo incredulously. “You need to come to terms with your hurt. Ever since he broke up with you, you’ve been pushing aside the emotions and keeping yourself so busy you don’t even let yourself cry.”

“I don’t want to cry! Change the song!”

“Fine.” He skipped the song and much to Will’s disdain, another heartbreak song came on. “Okay, this one is you.”

“This isn’t funny,” he growled.

“I’m not trying to be.” Will glared at him and Paolo glanced over, sighing at his expression. “Will, you need to cry. I made a playlist of the best heartbreak songs of the last two decades and so help me, I’m going to help you cry out every bit of emotion you’ve been bottling away. You’re always saying not to hide what you feel, but that’s all you’ve been doing these last two weeks.” Will crossed his arms and looked out the window. A knot built in his throat and his jaw was clenched so tightly, it hurt.

As the song ended, another came on, causing Will’s heart to clench. Emotions he’d stowed away were surfacing and he was close to breaking. Memories began to fill his brain. Memories of waking up next to Nico, his arm draped lazily over him, the tired smile he’d give Will when he woke up, the smirks he gave Will whenever he wanted to make him blush, the scent of nicotine that linger on his scarred hands and worn jacket.

The way it felt when Nico hugged him or kissed him, or when he looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world, someone worthwhile, someone who mattered. He remembered how, being with him, he wasn’t worried about what everyone else saw him as. Because it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was enough for Nico. That Nico needed him and trusted him.

That he wanted him.

Before he knew it, he was crying almost uncontrollably into his hands as words of pain and heartbreak and longing played in the background. “I hate him,” he spat. “I hate him so much, I hate what he did to me, I hate the way he makes me feel, I hate that he moved on while I’m here crying over him, I hate him!” He clenched his fist and pulled at his hair in frustration.

“You don’t hate him,” Paolo reasoned. “You love him. That’s why it hurts so much. And it’s okay to have loved him. To love him still.”

“No it’s not!” he protested. “Because he didn’t care about me! He moved on, he decided he didn’t want me, and immediately went back to parties and making out with strangers. It’s my own fault. My own fucking fault, because that’s exactly how our relationship started, I mean what did I expect?” Paolo frowned, and Will realized he’d stopped the car. “He was drunk and he kissed me at a party. I got him back to campus to keep him safe and… we became friends. I thought… I thought I mattered to him.” He cursed and hit the dashboard angrily. “He’s just so good at pretending. And I’m so tired of hurting over someone who never even cared about me.”

“Don’t say that,” Paolo insisted. “He cared about you. It wasn’t always the way it ended.”

“Then when?” he moaned. “When did he decide he didn’t like me anymore? While I was falling deeper and deeper in love with him, he was getting sick of me, looking for a way out.” The truth of his words made him feel broken and breathless. “Why? When?”

“Have you ever asked him?” Paolo asked. Will frowned. “It sounds like what you want is closure, Will. You want answers to make sense of everything. And you’re entitled to them, because you truly care for him.” Will shook his head and pulled his legs up, resting his head against them.

“I just want to let go of him the way he let go of me. This isn’t fair,” he croaked. The songs continued to play and Will continued to cry, letting out every tear he’d forced back since their break up. Letting out every bit of hurt and confusion.

“He was mine, Paolo. And as soon as we break up, he’s getting hickeys from strangers and holding other people.”

“At least when he kissed you he was sober. It meant something. You think it means anything with the people he meets at parties? I’m sure he doesn’t even remember them or give them a second glance afterwards.”

Will shook his head and Paolo put an arm around him. “I can’t even think of kissing anyone else…. And Nico’s making out with people until his neck is covered with proof.” He wiped his eyes and sniffed, feeling more and more pathetic. “I just don’t understand how he could just suddenly decide he doesn’t like me….”

He wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed there, parked with music on a loop and Will alternating between angry rants and heart wrenching sobs. Meanwhile, his friend comforted him and assured him it was okay to let his emotions out.

It was dark by the time they returned to the campus.

“That was a very shitty thing to do,” Will said as they left the car. “But I needed that. So thank you. And… thank you for dealing with my crying.”

“It’s what friends are for, Will. I’ll be in my dorm whenever you need me okay?”

He nodded and they went their separate ways. Will’s eyes felt sore and raw after so much crying, but the pressure in his chest did seem to dissipate.

He clicked for the elevator and sighed, feeling exhausted in every possible way. He wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and watch crime shows and thrillers on Netflix until he fell asleep.

When the elevator doors opened Will gasped and stepped back in surprise. Nico was in his building. Shoving his tongue down some guy’s throat. In the elevator.

They’d pulled apart at the sound of the elevator stopping and Nico staggered when he saw Will. Meanwhile, Will was fighting back the bile in his throat. He stepped aside, averting his eyes as Nico and the stranger hurried out of the elevator.

Will imagined he might have burst into tears if he hadn’t cried himself out completely. He made a mental note to thank Paolo again. Ignoring the ball of lead in his stomach, he went to his room and plopped onto the bed, groaning into his pillow in anger and frustration.

Before he could fall asleep, his phone began to chime with the ringtone for a video call. He grimaced and pressed his hands against his face, hoping he didn’t look like he’d been crying for the last few hours. He answered and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a close up on Kayla’s face.

“Will?”

“Hey shortstack,” he greeted.

“What’cha doing?” she asked, stuffing a gummy bear into her mouth. “When are you coming back home? I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go back yet. I have to check with my job.”

“Tell them your little sister wants you to come home.” Will chuckled and heard his mother in the background as she took the phone from Kayla. “Mom! I was talking to him!”

“You were showing off your food. Go clean your room then come and talk.” He heard Kayla whine and stomp away. “Hey honey, how was your day?”

“Fine,” he lied. “Yours? What’d you do?”

She seemed to be holding the phone up with one hand and furiously scrubbing something with the other. “Busy and tiring. We just ate dinner so I’m cleaning. Your father’s out back setting up the pool. It’s been hot enough down here since mid-February, but he wanted to wait for a school break and for nighttime so the sun isn’t beating down on him.” She glanced at him and frowned. “Are you okay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You look like you were crying.”

Will grimaced and sighed, rubbing his eyes. “No, I just got sick suddenly. Runny nose, sore throat. Probably the weird temperature swings. I’m okay.” She hummed and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Mom, I promise I’m okay. Just feeling a little sick. I was about to go to bed.”

“Where’s Nico?”

Making out with some stranger, he thought bitterly. “He went out to get me some soup before the restaurants closed. He’ll be back later.”

“Tell him to get Robitussin too.” Will nodded, fighting the pain from the giant knot in his throat. “He’s a wonderful boyfriend, honey. I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll tell Kayla you’ll call tomorrow. Sleep well, sweet pea, I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom,” he whispered. He hung up and clenched his jaw. He remembered getting sick and Nico arriving at his door with soup and making him his first s’more, laying with him so he’d fall asleep…. Those were such sweet things to do, things a person did when they cared.

So where had that gone? When did it stop? Why?

The questions had no answer and it was starting to drive him crazy. He laid down and tried to forget, tried not to think of memories because they didn’t matter now. They didn’t matter to Nico, so why should they matter to Will?

***

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room. The sound of sloppy kisses and awkward chuckles. And that’s all Nico could process. He couldn’t focus on whether he was a good kisser, on whether the guy was making him feel good or not.

He could only process the awkward sounds and the memory of Will’s expression when the fucking elevator opened.

He’d been crying. Nico knew Will’s expressions better than anyone’s. He’d been crying and Nico wanted to know why, wanted to know if he was okay, if he needed anything. But Will wouldn’t even look at him. He looked away as Nico was pulled from the elevator and out of the building.

Still the expression of shock, hurt, and then fury that registered in those perfect blue eyes had struck him hard enough that he forgot how to breathe.

“What are you thinking?”

Nico was brought back to the present when Peter spoke. He had no idea how he’d gotten himself into this situation, but there he was. “Nothing,” he answered. He pulled him into another kiss, trying not to grimace at how horrible this guy was at it. He opened his mouth too much. He didn’t know what to do with his tongue. And my God, he produced so much saliva.

Will had been good at this. At so many types of kisses. He never failed to make Nico’s stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Maybe you need a drink?” Peter suggested, biting down a little too hard on Nico’s lower lip. Nico raised an eyebrow and nudged the boy who had been a stranger until about two hours ago off of him. He knelt down by his fridge and pulled out a bottle of Crown and a jug of vodka he’d gotten for cheap at the gas station. “Sweet,” Peter smiled.

He gave Peter a shot cup to fill as much as he’d like. But Nico filled a regular sized cup and forced the liquor down like juice. He wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to get the memories out of his head. And he would drink until they were nothing.

Peter’s lips were on his again, the lingering taste of whiskey mixing with the vodka that remained on Nico’s lips. His hands slipped under Nico’s shirt and despite the fact that Nico wanted to stop him, he didn’t. Because he had to replace Will’s touch if he was ever going to forget him. He had to let him go, because Will deserved a better chance. He deserved a chance to meet someone who would truly make him happy.

Shit. He was still thinking about him.

“Wait,” he said pulling away. He took a few gulps of one liquor before taking a few of the other. He needed to forget. He had to forget.

Will couldn’t keep holding him. He couldn’t keep tugging him back. Nico had made his choice. So what if he might never find someone he trusted as much? So what if he might never feel as happy as he did with him? Will couldn’t erase the mess in his head, and he didn’t deserve to have to deal with it. Nico had made his choice, and he had to stick to it, no matter what it took.

A few moments later, his thoughts became snippets of words, a blur of kisses, of foreign hands on his body, of a voice that was unfamiliar and oblivious, of burning liquor and tilting posters and creaking beds springs.

He had to forget. He had to forget something. Something.

***

The next day, Will trekked over to meet with Paolo at his dorm and spent the time it took Paolo to get ready by watching The Office on his SmartTV. He must have looked more solemn than usual because Paolo got in the way of the screen and looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“You okay?” he asked. “You seem more upset than when I left you at your dorm yesterday.”

Will averted his eyes and in an empty voice, he explained, “I was getting up to my dorm and Nico was in the elevator making out with some guy. Then my sister video called me and Mom asked about Nico again.”

Paolo sighed and kneeled beside him. “Will, why don’t you tell them. They’re bound to find out eventually. They’re going to keep wondering when they’re going to meet him and… it’s just going to hurt you the longer they ask.”

He shut his eyes and groaned. “I know.” He took a breath and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m still… hoping. That he’d regret it. That he’d try to see me again. Then I wouldn’t have to tell them this ever happened. It’s so stupid.” Paolo frowned and put an arm around him. “Okay, come on. It’s break. We get to go have fun. We need to get your mind off of everything. Today’s playlist is more a Fuck You playlist.”

“That sounds fun,” Will said with a tired smile. He stood and followed Paolo to his car. They wanted to go bowling. Then the next day they would go to an arcade and watch movies. Then Paolo was going to introduce him to Latin dancing at a club that played Latin and Hispanic music. Paolo had planned the whole week to keep Will busy between sleep and intern shifts. For that, Will was incredibly grateful.

The drive’s soundtrack that time had in fact consisted of songs that screamed “fuck you” and independence. Will couldn’t help but laugh as he sang along to some. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasn’t that easy. He knew his pain wouldn’t disappear just because he sang along to songs like Fuck You by CeeLo Green. He knew it didn’t wipe away the feelings he still felt for Nico.

But for the time being, they made him feel better. They reminded him it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. That maybe one day he’d fall in love again, and maybe he’d get his heart broken again, but that’s how life went. The songs reminded him he would be okay, if only to spite the person who had hurt him.

At the bowling alley, neither Paolo nor Will were very good at playing, so it mainly consisted of teasing and taunting the other’s failures. Though that made it a million times more fun than if they had actually been good at the game.

They ate nachos and mozzarella sticks, they sang along to the music that played and they laughed a lot. Will couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much within the span of a few hours.

When they returned to the dorm, with just enough time for Will to get ready for his shift, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude for his friend. Paolo had been patient and supportive, never once telling him to just get over it or forget Nico. And there was no underlying reason behind his help either. He was just sincere and kind and a true friend. Will felt lucky to have him.

So before he left for his dorm, he wrapped his arms around Paolo and thanked him. “It really means a lot. You have no idea how much you’ve helped.”

Paolo chuckled and hugged him back. “What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t there to help with heartbreak? Have a good shift, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” Will nodded and pulled away, returning to his dorm to get ready.

When he got to the hospital, he became completely focused on his work. He helped the patients in the pediatric wing, playing with a few of the kids to distract them from the pain of medications and shots that had to be given to them. Then he moved to the maternity ward where he was helping with basic check-ups on new mothers.

Malcolm wasn’t going to come in for another hour, so he spent his break mostly to himself, watching the drama that was playing in the break room and munching on an apple.

He left the break room and started for the bathroom, but as he neared it, the door opened and someone ran right into him.

It was Leo. “Whoa, hey,” Will said in surprise. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

“Will,” he said, processing him. His face was unusually serious. “You… you don’t know?” Will’s smile faded and his stomach turned.

“What?” he managed to ask.

Leo gulped and looked at him with solemn eyes. “Will, Nico’s here. He was hospitalized at like two in the morning.”

“He- w-what? What? Why? What happened?” He couldn’t help the panic, the fear that crept into his voice.

“Alcohol poisoning, the doctor said.”

“What doctor?”

“I-I don’t know, he has these weird looking glasses, really complicated name with an A-”

Will hurried off, knowing exactly who Leo was talking about. He went up to the ICU and looked for Dr. Asclepius. He found him near a vending machine and without his usual politeness, pulled him aside. “Di Angelo, Nico, did you treat him?”

“Ah, Will. Yes, I did, why?”

“What happened?” he asked.

The doctor sighed and removed his spectacles which only made Will more anxious. “He ah…. Well he came in completely unconscious. Nearly fell into a coma. His BAC was higher than I’ve ever seen in a nineteen year old. We’ve pumped his stomach, we’ve given him fluids, and stabilized him. He’s resting now. You know him?”

“Yes,” Will breathed, finally able to calm down. Nico was stable. He was fine. No need to worry. No need to care anymore…. “I… I’m sorry. Thank you.”

He began to walk away, but Dr. Asclepius called after him. “If you want to see him he’s in room 1307.” Will nodded, but didn’t try to memorize the room.

He walked in a daze, trying to calm himself down completely. He had patients that needed him…. Patients that weren’t stable. That….

1307- di Angelo, Dr. A

The blue whiteboard marker on the door teased him, tantalizing him. On the other side of the door, Nico was in a bed, probably asleep. Would his friends be inside? There was no reason for Will to go in. Not if he was stable. Not if he had a doctor and a nurse already waiting on him.

He turned away and went in search for something to keep him occupied, for work to do, for something to focus on besides the fact that Nico was laying in a hospital bed at that moment. But each time he busied himself, he found himself trailing back to the same door. He found himself facing the same stupid blue letters.

He had to know. He had to make sure. He had to see him for himself.

With a shaking hand, he reached out and opened the door. A few pairs of eyes flitted to him, each unique color widening momentarily. “Will, hey,” Percy greeted.

“His doctor told me to come in,” he explained, despite the fact that they didn’t ask.

“Yeah. Uh, guys, let’s go get something to eat.” He gestured for Annabeth, Piper, and Jason to follow him. Will wasn’t sure where Leo had gone. “See you later, Will,” he said softly as they walked out.

They left and the only thing Will heart was the heart monitor and the soft breaths from Nico’s sleeping form. He stepped closer to see him properly and clenched his jaw as he took him in.

His skin was pale. His face looked hollowed out. He looked like he’d lost weight overnight, but he supposed that should’ve been expected after getting his stomach pumped. He looked fragile and cold. Dark circles were prominent under his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked.

It was a pitiful, heart wrenching sight.

Slowly, Will stepped closer, checking his clipboard. He was fine now. It was nothing the doctor hadn’t told him. And still, Will felt his heart breaking at the sight of Nico in the bed. What had he been thinking? The worst Will had seen him had been the day he saw him at the party last semester. Now he was in a hospital.

Biting his lip, he grabbed a spare blanket from the utilities closet and placed it over him. As he fixed it, he heard Nico grumble and froze. “Will?” He kept his face passive and met his eyes. They were still bright. Dark and inviting. “Hey,” he croaked, his lips beginning to form a smile.

“Alcohol poisoning, huh?”

Nico groaned and shut his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“I’m just doing my job. I intern here remember,” he snapped, not wanting Nico to know that he still had Will wrapped around his little finger.

But Nico only smiled again and opened his eyes to look at him. “I’m still glad you’re here.” Will furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. That didn’t make sense. Nico shouldn’t have been hoping for him. He didn’t want Will. He’d said it himself. What the hell was he even saying?

He stood up straight and put the clipboard back in its place. “You should sleep. I have other patients to see.” He turned away Nico called his name in such a hoarse broken voice, it pained Will to hear.

“Wait,” he breathed. “Will, I… I have to tell you the truth.”

“The truth,” he repeated emptily, staring longingly at the door. “The truth?” He turned to face him, unsettled by the focus in his eyes.

“If I don’t do it now…. Look, I…. The things I said to you, I didn’t mean them.” Will scoffed and stepped back, feeling anger bubble in his chest. “Please, Will just listen to me. I know what I said, but I didn’t mean any of it. I said on purpose. I was trying to hurt you. I wanted to make you let go of me so you could have a chance at having someone better for you. I didn’t want to break up with you, but I had to-”

“No!” he shouted suddenly, making even Nico’s eyes go wide. “No! You don’t get to fucking do this! Fuck you! You’re the one that broke up with me, you don’t get to make dramatic confessions, not while you’re on a fucking hospital bed, you asshole, do you understand me?” he yelled, getting closer. Nico tried to speak, but he was too weak to be heard over Will. “I’m getting over you, you can’t just prance back in and say you were being selfless because that’s bullshit!” His vision was blurry, and he was vaguely aware of the tears that were falling down his face.

“Doctor?” Will was conscious of the open door, of the scurrying behind him, but it was too late. Whatever self-control he had left was gone.

“You are full of shit, di Angelo, and I am sick of your games! I’m not a fucking pawn for you to move however you want!”

“No, I’m not-”

“Shut up! Shut up, just shut up!” he screamed. A hand was on his arm, and someone was pulling him back, but he had too much to say. “You hurt me! You left! You! You don’t have the right to make this harder for me! You don’t get to knock me down then apologize and expect it to be okay!” He was pulled more aggressively, and he continued to spew insults at Nico, angry with him for making him love him, angry with him because despite all the pain he’d caused, Will still felt little beams of hope at his words.

“Will, Will! Enough! Come on, stop, let’s go,” someone said sternly, gripping him hard and pushing him away. Nurses were looking at him, a few visitors walking by. “Walk, just keep walking.” It was Malcolm. He was there for his shift.

Malcolm led Will to the break room while he tried to stop the furious shaking. “What the hell, Will?”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry, I… I lost it. I can’t-”

The door opened and Nico’s doctor walked in. “What the hell was that, Solace?” he demanded. He never got angry, but he was now. “Do you want to explain to me why the hell you were screaming at a patient in the ICU? Why you had to be dragged out of the room to stop?” he asked, his face red with fury.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I know it was completely unprofessional, Dr. Asclepius. I promise it won’t happen again. It’s just… he’s my ex-boyfriend and we didn’t exactly end things very well.”

“I don’t care who he is, you cannot do that in a hospital!” Will looked down and covered his face with his hands. “You’re lucky I don’t fire you,” he muttered. “Go home, Will.”

Will looked up and frowned. “No, please, I can-”

“Go home.” He gave Will a steady glare then glanced at Malcolm. Then he turned away and left the room.

When the door shut, Will broke down again, crying into his hands and shaking his head. How could he have been such an idiot?  How could he have let Nico under his skin like that?

“Will-”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, standing. “I’ll be fine. I should go.” He wouldn’t look at Malcolm. He didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes, the proof that all of his efforts to let go of Nico had gone to shit. He didn’t want the proof of his backtracking.

He hurried out of the break room, unable to stop the tears that were streaming down his face, the new questions in his head, the sight of Nico reaching for him, pleading for him to listen. As he walked, a strong hand stopped him and pulled him back. Will blinked and saw Leo’s distorted figure.

“Will? What is it?” He tried to ignore it and keep walking, but Leo stopped him again. “Will?”

He pulled away angrily and turned to him. “Don’t any of you pay attention to him?” he hissed. He glared at the others who called themselves Nico’s friends but couldn’t even begin to fathom the thoughts that went through that boy’s head.

Then he turned and kept walking until he was out of the hospital and back in his car.

It felt new. It felt like they’d broken up again. How dare he? How dare he try to take it all back and tell him it was for the best? Making himself out to be some selfless hero, when in reality he was nothing but selfish.

Damn him for making Will feel so helplessly in love with him.

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My muse, my flatmate

Tagged by: @lokislittlespider

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Imagine sharing a flat with your muse.

1. If your muse was your flatmate, what would you like about them?

Clint would be pretty laid back. We’d watch Dogs Cops or bad movies while eating pizza, and he’s a smuggler and I’m a smuggler so we’d cuddle and be happy. plus he’s funny and we share a sense of humor. Additionally, he’s kickass so i would feel safe in the apartment. I’d honestly feel like he’d become a big brother to me. 

2. What would you dislike?

Sometimes he’s too laid back and will get sloppy. I don’t want a messy house. Plus he’s always getting hurt, I’d be worried sick every time he left the flat. 

4. What would their alarm sound like in the morning? What would their ringtone be?

The alarm would be super loud and annoying. He’d probably record Fury yelling and have that be the alarm. Their ringtone would be stupid. Like the Nyan Cat or gummy bear song. 

5. What music would they listen to?

He’s deaf. He doesn’t really listen to much music. He prefers TV. 

6. Who would come to visit them?

Natasha. She would be an honorary roomie. and Phil sometimes. Steve and Tony because they’d probably just wanna check up and bug him or something. Or anyone who wants to get out of the tower. He’d be the ‘chill out’ apartment. 

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Lil Uzi Vert “Luv Is Rage 2″ Album Commentary

I’m excited that this Album is here… But at the same time it makes me a little bit sad that the twitter jokes about it never being released will cease now. I think I put the first Luv Is Rage mixtape as my rap album of the year in 2015, which makes it hard for me to know what to expect from this one. It’ll either be a classic, or an audio version of whatever Lil Uzi’s hair is doing right this very moment. Let’s not waste anymore time here, and instead just shoulder roll our way into Luv Is Rage 2:

1) Two:

Calling the first track on your album “Two” is a piss off, Uzi… But this song’s beat got the trademark accordion over it and I am instantly lulled into being okay by it. This track leads off right where Luv Is Rage ended,which is fire.. Sure, now he’s rapping about fame being poisonous and money being evil BUT shit slaps stupid hard and I can suspend my concern for his personal well being for at least as long as this song lasts.

3.5/5

2) 444+222:

EITHER SLOW DOWN WITH YOUR DIRECTIONS OR DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, MR UZI VERT. I’m also not doing math so your probably clever song title is completely lost on my dumb ass!!!!! This song has me voguing into a broken mirror while thinking about all the girls who have ever wronged me. I’m flash dancing in my back yard, nae naeing at the thought of my own death. This is a total stripper joint, but don’t be surprised if some of them dancers recognize the sadness in Lil Uzi’s voice and shake their titties wild mournfully and make all of the perverts watching reflect on their own shit.

4/5

3) Sauce It Up:

Coincidentally, this song title is exactly what I tell the drive thru dicks at Wendy’s when they ask me which one (1) sauce I want with my six (6) orders of the dollar menu  Five (5) piece nugget. This song is sort of about nothing, but it has the cutest fucking line lmao check it out: “I WAS ON THE PHONE, YEAH WITH PLAYBOI CARTI - COMMES DES GARCON, HEARTS ALL ON MY CARDI” lol that’s silly as hell I love it, who the hell calls a cardigan a cardi? Tegan And Sara fans do. I do. This is the first song on the tape that hasn’t made me want to call a distress hotline on Lil Uzi’s behalf.

3.5/5

4) No Sleep Leak:

This song stupid as fuck but in a good way. I just woke my dog up dancing to this song. That’s a real thing that happened. He raps about recouping all of his wealth in the span of a single night which is tight, but I often do the same. I can go from like .34 cents in my bank account to uhhh like a few hundred when it’s payday. It’s not that impressive, Uzi.

3.5

5) The Way Life Goes:

My girl is at her Aunt’s house in Maryland this week (holler at me if ur tryna rob her house while she’s gone just hmu she has an xbox) and I’m actually glad now, cus you have got to be missing somebody to truly grasp whatever the fuck Lil Uzi Vert is going through right now. Who the hell hurt you Lil Uzi Vert? Your hair dresser? Reese La Flare when you ripped his whole existence off and added KPOP to it?? Who the fuck did this to you lil guy??? Lmao this song goes hard as hell though I’m pouring out a tear for my guys rn over it. This one is hilarious to me tho cus he samples an “Oh Wonder” song, and it’s adorable to me that Lil Uzi Vert knows about some fabulist ass pop duo like the rest of us sad schmucks do.

4.5/5

6) For Real:

I’m assembling an interracial squad of dance teens to perform funny looking dance moves to this song while I stand behind the camera and jerk it side to side (not like that) whenever they do the dab. This song is the most stripped down, “normal” on the project I guess. It’s cool, but I like my Lil Uzi Vert to be manic and sad and weird. NEEEEEEEEXT

3/5

7) Feelings Mutual:

Oh wow we’re diving back into the sad drug stuff pretty abruptly here. Hold the fuck on I’m gonna google “Who Did This To Lil Uzi Vert??” gimme a second. Okay, nothing came up… But damn we gotta get this guy some mood stabilizers and a workout routine so he can start to turn that frown upside down. Nobody getting double toppy from models and driving ferraris should be sad. Even if he is like, five foot minus five. Nobody who’s friends with The Migos should cry, ever! They have their own chips! This song is very good though. Again, his sad shit is really effective so even tho he’s crying for help I’m gonna pretend he’s asking me to ignore his situation and dance instead!

4/5

8) Neon Guts (Feat Pharrell Williams):

Two things: I misspell Pharrell’s name every single time I type it, and whoooo shit Pharrrlel can make a goddamn track, even now that he’s more of a spiritual guide to XXL’s freshman classes than a hit maker. He took his gigantic cowboy hat off and donned the BDBC fitted for this one. This is gonna be the biggest song off this whole album, mark my words. Shit slaps dummy hard.

5/5

9) Early 20 Rager:

Oh hey, Lil Uzi named this song the same thing as my friend’s name their Birthday events on Facebook! Hopefully this song doesn’t make me get dressed up and go to 3 bars I don’t like. He says “FUCK YO GIRL ON CAM, GOPRO” which is hilarious. I want my POV porn to have an extreme sports edge to it now. I wanna see Mia Malkova giving head while jumping out of an airplane ASAP.

3.5/5

10) UnFazed (Feat. The Weeknd):

Dog I fucking hate the weekday. I -oh wow this shit slaps nvm I’m wrong.. Still tho if I catch you out here with XO gear on I am throwing it high up into an unscalable tree. One with mad prickles. He does say “Take three Xannies like a hattrick” on this which is super fucking lame and ultra Canadian of him. I know I said that the Pharalel track would be the biggest song on this album, but every white girl I know who does blow loves The Weeknd so this track is gonna go quadruple platinum.

4/5

11. Pretty Mami:

               This song boring as fuck! Maybe Lil Uzi not liking rapping anymore… Isn’t a good thing? I thought disenfranchisement meant bangers that would make me wipe tears away in secrecy at the club… But maybe, instead it means a lack of bangers?????????????????????????? Fuck man… I hate whoever made this man so sad.

2.5/5

12) How To Talk:

THIS BITCH! This song starts with the audio of some woman calling Lil Uzi Vert out for some shit that uhhh I’m not paying attention to. Somebody on 4chan analyze this woman’s vocality n stuff so we know who to speak to about making this guy sad. This song slaps tho, he’s all apologetic about treating her badly and jealous that she’s talking to a ball player. The beat is rad as hell. This is the mood I think of when I think of Lil Uzi’s music. More of this, less Pretty Mami.

4/5

13) X:

Metro Boomin and Pierre Bourne co-producing a Lil Uzi Vert track? I’m in clout heaven. Somebody fetch me a pair of those dumbass glasses that every future dead kid wears while they nod out on xanax. You know the ones? The Fallout 4 fancy lady joints. Thanks. Okay this song is golden and I will defend it no matter what the hell happens with the next two tracks. I’m doin all of Uzi’s dances as best I can to this, eating gummy bears, feelin cute.

5/5

14) Malfunction:

               In the first verse on this dreamy lil song Uzi says “ALL MY GIRLS DRESS LIKE THEY WORK AT HOOTERS” like it’s a good thing. If I’m worth millions of dollars, my many, many girlfriends would all be dressed in differently themed designer garb: One goth model with diamond encrusted tears, one pioneer thot with a golden pitchfork, a pair of ghost women wearing spooky Red Bottoms, etc. Let’s have some showmanship, please. This song is good though, the last ¼ of this album is picking it up.

4/5

15) Dark Queen:

Dark Queen is my favourite race in World Of Warcraft, so I’m stoked on this. The song is all about his relationship with his mother, and how it relates with his relationship with the music business instead of sick raids and fuckin uhhhhhhhh killin monsters? Idk I never played WoW I was too busy playing other videogames u fuckin dorks.

3.5/5

16) XO TOUR LIF3:

               *Crying* SHE SAID BABY I AM NOT AFRAID TO - *still crying* DIE! I forgot this song was on the album. Wow, what a fuckin banger. I want whoever reads this to make sure the lyrics to this song are etched into my gravestone (if I somehow don’t end up buried in an unmarked grave by a jilted lover and her new, tougher boyfriend) Ugh this goes so fuckin hard. This is one of the only songs that, if you have it as your ringtone and it goes off really loudly while we’re sitting next to each other on the C-Train, won’t earn you a dirty look and a subtweet. I want to celebrate the sadness in this song. You did it, Lil Uzi.

5/5

 FINAL SCORE: 7.8/10

This shit had some up and down moments, I’m not gonna lie. But, the good outweighed the bad. I hope Uzi finds the help he needs before his hair gets any more neon than it already is. We believe in you, lil fella.