#kind of gay innit mate

[franklyimissparis]

i love miracle aligner because “he was born to blow your mind… or something along those lines” oh yeah, alex? what else was he born to blow? hmm?

[oranges-for-calico]

okay so I kind of just did a long bullet point list in my notes app, so i'm just going to pick some of them and copy them here! spoilers for Broadchurch season one! :) also like.. source material typical content warnings apply. and these were as I was watching so I got a little heated at times sorry about that

also these might be like not entertaining at all. I really don't know

also the dog ends up being okay so don't worry

EPISODE ONE - i looove the trope of somber/creepy music over happy scene. - i like the detective lady so far she’s so passive aggressive. also she’s returning from maternal leave or something - ALEC HARDYYYY

- “cameraphone” what decade is this - 2013, presumably

- “go down to check it out get yourself some fresh air” SENDS HIM. TO THE DEATH SITE OF A CHILD - JACOB ANDERSON AKA LOUIS IS IN IT WHATTTT

- fucking asshole. of course it was fucking twitter this is why twitter sucks. not fucking cool - GO OFF ALEC. BLOODY TWITTER - he’s a little shit is fucking right. die olly - wow the news industry seems very exploitative.

- “why didn’t you look in on him last night” WOAHH THERE - “why didn’t you” - “where were you last night” OOP - YOU HESITATED

- news lady fucking die. heartless fucking asshole who would do that. i hate you. the entire news industry should go die actually how disrespectful can you get

EPISODE TWO

- cctv footage hell yeah alec - alec are u ok - character trope: you think he’s mean but he’s actually just fucking miserable 24/7 - beth is not doing okay omg - rory!!!:)

- who asks a 15 year old for a light - oh she gave the stuffy back oh aw okay she’s kinda sweet fuck. sorry i told you to die reporter lady - “so you’re snooping on me now” SMOOTH LMFAO - how tf can you not remember your mates name. his story has so many holes - i think it’s a red herring though ? dude idk how this show works - you are not slick bro - why is he making that face - HIS PRINTS ARE THERE HAHAHAHHA

EPISODE THREE

- dude i could not commit a murder for many reasons but specifically i would not be able to come up with lies like that

- “you overcompensate” “i know”

- ur alibi is rubbish - there’s bloods in the boat mark. - eeee i’m scared of fishing hooks. that one time we looked at them in girl scouts scared me - “because i’m ashamed innit”

EPISODE FOUR

- nice to see alec in a good mood

EPISODE FIVE

- they’re making tom act as danny in the reconstruction ??? brutal - i keep forgetting this shows from 2013 - okay i hate the fact that the age of consent is 16 there

- awww look at them gossiping - bro i’m sorry i just *can not sympathize with a man who married a 17 year old when he was 40* - oh—

EPISODE SIX - why the creepy music? is toms dad sus - “i’m always alright” that’s a very The Doctor thing to say

- “i didnt assault him it was a joke gone wrong” that’s not a great sentence - WHY do people get so defensive when they’re being questioned. IF IT WASNT YOU JUST PROVIDE THE EVIDENCE . YOU DONT NEED TO GET ANGRY

- oh boy tom what have you got. i mean you’re very sneaky so good job on that but girl please just tell the police what’s going on………..

- dean lives on a farm haha nerd - wow alec is not doing well

- “he used to be my friend” interesting wording tom

- girl nigel did you just steal the dog - that’s not nice - FIND HER BASTARD DOG. NAEW - NON NPLEASE DONT KILL THE DOG - NINOJIJNNO - NOPE

EPISODE SEVEN

- “you nearly died on me” “neowww” - alec you are literally out of breath pleasee go back to the hospital - i love how alec wears a button up over another button up that’s so gay

- OMGGGGGGG SUSAN KNOWS WHO IT IS!!! - tbh i bet it’s nigel, he’s mean and (probably) killed the dog

- ?? - actually do tell alec i’m really curious - oh?? were you having an affair? - OH. SHE WAS HIS WIFE

- FUCK NO NOT THE DOG NO NO - fuck no. no no no no - the dog is okay as of now

EPISODE EIGHT

- OKAY. - NOT THAT IM SURE YET BUT. TOMS DAD IS THE PERFECT KILLER. HES BEEN HERE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS ENTIRE TIMR BUT. HES NEVER BEEN A PRIME SUSPECT - SHOE SIZE MENS TEN FUCJ YEAH - “you’ve done good work on this miller, well done.” - THE SUSPENSE OMGGG - allllec.

- 59 DAYS EARLIER THIS WILL BE GOOOOD

- SHUT UUUUP HES INTERROGATING MILLER LMFAO - it was indeed joe. harsh though lol - can alec get some proper medical attention now

- and i thought they’d hug - FINISHED:)

if you found this entertaining lmk and I will post my notes from season two and three maybe :3 also I took notes while watching deadloch too

i watched Broadchurch last year and took notes like the entire time, would anyone be interested in me posting some of the funny ones?

[joshslater]

Matt and Liam

This is a rewrite of scallylads89's untitled story that I had sitting forgotten in a folder for two years. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

It was Thursday again already and Matt had been dreading this afternoon all day. It wasn't the best sixth form college, but he was more than happy to finish his diploma in IT there. He'd always been into computers and programming, and his parents had always encouraged it. The problem was the way the college ran its classes. Despite running completely separate courses and qualifications, they ran a set of mandatory mixed classes throughout the week. All students had their normal lessons in their program specific classes, but subjects like art, PE, and social studies were taught in cross qualification classes, practically making you have two different sets of classmates. It was supposed to promote integration and team building among the students.

In theory Matt didn't mind. He could see the value of it, and even enjoyed some of the classmates in his mixed classes. In practice though there was Liam. Liam studied for his builder qualification and came from a different background to Matt, and spent most of his childhood running free on the estate away from his mum who was usually sat in front of the TV or down the local with her mates drinking. He was lacking respect for others and didn't mind punching up, but positively relished punching down or sideways with Matt as a frequent target of his bullying. PE had never been a strong subject for Matt, so he knew that every Thursday Liam would be there taking the piss out of him and embarrassing him in front of all of the other students. Students that came from all over various classes at the college.

They hadn’t long kicked off the game when out of nowhere Matt felt a jolt in his back and a stomp on his foot as he flew forward onto the ground being shoved by Liam. Liam smirked chuckling to himself. He had timed it just right, the tutor was looking the other way and hadn’t seen a thing. The thud of Matt's face planting the pitch immediately drew the attention of the tutor. Liam wasn’t in the least bit worried. He knew Matt was too chicken to dob him in. The tutor asked Matt if he was ok, and Matt a bit shaken stuttered “Yes sir, I’m ok I just tripped and I think I’ve done my ankle.” The tutor quickly inspected Matt’s ankle and suggested he go back to the changing rooms and sit this week out. Despite his thankfully only minor injury and the way Liam had treated him he was actually kind of pleased, at least it meant he got to skip PE this week. The pain was almost worth it.

He sat down in the changing room and took a deep breath as he slowly pulled his shoe off, his ankle was a little swollen. He continued to get undressed taking his kit off and folding everything up neatly when out of the corner of his eye he saw the pile of clothes on the opposite bench loosely laid out. It was Liam’s tracksuit. He didn’t know why but he really had the urge to try them on. Matt was about as far from a chav as you could think but he kind of liked the style of Liam’s clothes. He justified the idea to himself as if it would be a big fuck you to Liam knowing he had dressed up in his clothes and pretended to be a dick like him and Liam would have no idea. Besides there were ages yet before anyone would be coming back to get changed. Matt began dressing himself in Liam’s clothes.

To Matt’s surprise Liam’s boxer briefs were also in the pile of clothes, that must mean he was commando in his football shorts out there! The thought actually turned Matt on a little. He wasn’t gay but he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Matt thought to himself that if he was going to dress up as Liam he may as well do it properly. As he picked up Liam's boxers he froze. He could feel his heart racing. Off in the distance he could hear the rest of the class cheering a goal or something. According to the wall clock he still had plenty of time. It was now or never.

He slipped on Liam’s boxers and joggers, and felt a bit of a rush as he looked down on the somewhat baggy clothes on his frame. The socks were a bit discolored from the inside of the sneakers, by having been worn a bit too long between washes. He put them on and then slipped his feet into Liam’s 95’s. They were a little big for him. Liam was a size 11 and Matt only a size 8. Slopping around in Liam’s trainers, Matt hastily pulled the T-shirt over his head, putting on the hoody and zipping it up. Wafts of stale cigarette smoke and Lynx body spray came off the clothes. He was as excited as he was nervous.

He finished the look by taking off his glasses and putting on Liam’s cap, tucking his hair into it to make it look short like Liam’s. Matt could see the growing bulge beginning to poke through Liam’s joggers. Either it was the fear of being caught or his growing attraction to Liam he was finding it harder and harder to ignore how turned on he had begun to feel.

Matt paraded around the changing room pretending to be Liam, walking around with an over exaggerated swag in his step and a cocky stance of self importance. Matt’s boner was really starting to become a pain. He lowered his hand to his crotch to try and adjust himself from outside Liam’s joggers, grabbing a handful of his package. To Matt’s horror he hadn’t realized how close to the edge he was. All it took was just the extra bit of movement for him to lose control and pass the point of no return “SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Matt blew a huge load into Liam’s boxers!  Fuck! How the hell was he going to get away with this? Liam was going to notice this! And it couldn’t be anyone else! He sat back down on the bench in a panic, lifting his foot he tried to slip off one of Liam’s trainers. Something wasn’t quite right, they didn’t fit this snug before! Surely they hadn’t shrunk, and both his feet couldn’t have swollen up that much so quickly for no reason. He slipped his foot back in and paused for a moment aware that everything seemed clearer, he felt his face in disbelief checking if he had forgotten to put his glasses back on, but there was nothing there.

Matt stood back up and walked over to the mirror. He couldn’t help but notice the way he involuntarily walked with a similar stride to that he had before whilst mimicking Liam. Matt gasped at his reflection, the strands of hair that he had tucked up into Liam’s cap had gone, rubbing the side of his head with the tips of his fingers the sides of his head were shaved to almost nothing. Taking his cap off Matt revealed the exact same haircut Liam had, shaved back and sides with a short trim on top combed forward to a short straight cut fringe. As Matt continued to examine his hair his attention was drawn to his face, his jawline was narrowing, his facial features growing sharper like Liam’s, Matt’s nose also narrowed to the same shape as Liam’s. Matt in his disbelief looking at himself in the mirror said to himself “holy shit! What the hell is happening to me?” This only made things more confusing as he uttered the words in Liam’s voice and accent. The final physical changes taking place as his arms, legs, and torso stretched making him as tall as Liam.

Liam had continued playing football with the lads while Matt had been gone, something wasn’t right though, he just couldn’t seem to get into the game. Liam was making all sorts of mistakes and getting a bit of stick for it too. To make matters worse he had started to get an awkward boner, he usually liked to go commando in his kit but this suddenly felt like a bad idea. It was getting harder to conceal his erection which only further distracted him from the game, then without warning he blew his load into his shorts! Liam suddenly thought to himself “shit! I have to get out of here before it shows and starts dribbling down his leg!”. He was so embarrassed which was unlike him. Liam made an excuse that he was desperate for the toilet, so he could go clean himself up in the changing rooms.

On his way back Liam was oblivious to the changes he was going through. He had lost the swagger in his walk, his slim, toned body was softening as were his facial features, he was beginning to look more and more like Matt with every step. Liam’s hair had grown so much he had to sweep his fringe across his face. Approaching the changing rooms Liam was finding it harder to focus on his surroundings, his eyesight was so bad. Liam looked up at the door frame as he walked into the changing rooms, he was sure it wasn’t that tall before.

Once inside the changing room door the transformation was so far along that Liam started to have trouble walking in the now slightly too large shoes and loose clothes. If it hadn't been for that he would have spotted Matt right away, instead of stumbling upon him mere steps away. Matt too had been too absorbed in his own changes to notice Liam, so it was a surprise to both of them when they saw each other.

Matt looked at Liam, now looking like Matt, in amazement. They hadn't switched bodies in the consciousness transfer way, but rather both of their bodies had independently transformed into each other. He tried to look for small imperfections he knew all too well, and found them. He kept racking up question after question. How? Why? What now?

Liam had no such subtle thoughts. "You fucking, thieving body snatcher! Give it back!", he shouted and hit Matt hard in the guts. Matt took a step back and tried to shield himself. "Mate, this isn't proper innit. Yous gotsa stop." But Liam kept attacking. Matt, realizing that he was now the larger and stronger of the two grabbed hold of Liam. Liam, much more street-wise, kicked out Matt's legs from under him, so he went down on his back with a thud. "Have it fucking your way!" Liam shouted and threw his kit shirt in Matt's face.

In a few swift motions Liam was out the rest of his ill-fitting football kit, grabbed Matt's backpack and bundle of clothes, and rushed out of the changing room naked with Matt's stuff in his arms. "If you come anywhere near your old house I'll call the police and hit you with an ASBO so hard you'll pick trash for a year," he shouted as he exited.

Matt sat on the floor, still confused about exactly what had happened. All his belongings were gone and he was wearing Liams clothes. And body. He got up and collected Liam's kit from the floor. When he got to the shorts he saw that Liam too had shot a load. He stuffed all of the clothes into Liam's bag and left.

Where to though? Liam had made it clear that he shouldn't go home. Matt had no idea how ASBOs actually worked. He'd never even spoken to a police officer, but he was pretty sure that Liam knew what to say to make problems for him. Did Liam's body have any records? He didn't know, but Liam did. Fuck. He would have to go to Liam's home, wherever the fuck that was.

He searched his pockets. Some coins and a key with "E" stamped on it. Not very helpful. He made a guess that someone like Liam would live at a council estate, and King's Gardens was the closest, though not really that close. He immediately felt bad for making such a conclusion based on stereotypes, but it was all he got.

Matt looked at the route map at the bus stop and took the next bus towards King's Garden. Why does such shitty complex always have nice names? As he sat down on the bus and watched the neighborhoods getting worse it suddenly hit him what a fucking crazy awful day it was. He saw his own reflection superimposed over the brick buildings outside the window. What if he stayed like this? How could he prove to his parents he was he? He couldn't even speak properly anymore.

The smell was coming from him, he realized and snapped out of thoughts. Mingled in smell of Lynx, sweat, and smoke was the unmistakable aroma of his hour-old cum drying in his underwear. That he sat so wide with his legs probably didn't help. He really needed to smoke a fag. He'd never smoked anything before in his life. Is his stop soon? His mind was wandering. That in itself annoyed him too.

The bus stopped very close to the estate, and helpfully there was a map of the complex. Buildings numbered 1 through 15, but also the six tall, ugly buildings named A through F. Perhaps he had some luck today. Was his surname Calder? If so he lived on floor 6.

The key did fit in the door of Cindy Calder. Matt stared in disbelief when he opened the door. His mother was upset if he didn't vacuum the floor once a week. Here he could hardly see the floor. Newspapers, ads, shoes, a bike wheel, and other crap cluttered the entrance.

"Orite!" No answer. From the small hallway one door led into an even messier living room with a big sofa in front of the TV, and a bed by the window. Straight ahead was a small bathroom. On the other side of the hallway was a small kitchen, and the room he assumed was his. There was a desk, a bed, a cheap workout bench, and a mess of clothes and bicycle parts strewn all over the room. A laptop was lying in the messy bed, charging.

He put down the bag and picked up a dumbbell. Never before had Matt even touched one, but now holding one in his hand, moving it up and down comes naturally. Liam's body of course would have done this hundreds of times, so Matt wasn't surprised he could do it more or less with muscle memory.

He had barely done a few curls when someone knocked on the door. It was a black man, a few years older than him, with long rasta hair, and matching track top and joggers. "Oi. Got you text. I can take it right now."  Having no idea what this was about Matt stepped aside and answered "Ok". The black man entered and walked into Liam's room as if he has been there many times, and quickly returned with the laptop. "Two days tops. Cash or products, your choice. See you bruv" and walked out.

Wait. Did he just sell his laptop? Or rather did Liam just sell his laptop? Matt realized that he didn't have either of their cell phones, not that having Liam's cell phone without the PIN would do him any good. Was Liam messing with him? Why would he do that? Matt walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table, lit a cigarette from the packet on the table, and let his eyes wander in the room. It was in need of a good scrubbing. There were grey marks around all knobs and handles. Matt decided he needed to know more about Liam, and then it became clear to him. Without a phone or a computer he was useless. There was nothing he could do besides digging through the trash in the apartment, or leave and randomly talk to people. The latter was a horrible concept to him. He lacked both confidence and social skills to strike up conversations with strangers, or people that were strangers to him at least.

The black man had talked about getting products as payment. Did he mean drugs? Did that meant Liam had a stash somewhere in the apartment. Matt decided to hunt for it. Perhaps he could use it to blackmail Matt into meeting and sorting this out. Liam's room was such a  mess you had to shift things around, move things from one pile to the next. Bicycle parts, dirty clothes, old comics, machine parts, clothes with anti-theft tags still on, an overall, empty cans. After almost an hour of work he had just uncovered Liam's stack of porn magazines.

Then it hit him that of course Liam would hide any drugs in a different room for some sort of deniability. He was just about to search the bathroom when another thought crept up on him. If he did find any drugs he was in no position to use it against Liam while he was in his body. At best he could get rid of them to prevent Liam from blackmailing him! He would have to know about something about himself to use it against Liam, but there really wasn't any.

Matt had a chilling though. If Liam and he had swapped bodies, did that mean that he is now as stupid as Liam was? Was Liam stupid to begin with? Matt didn't feel stupid, but all decisions he had made so far had all been pretty bad. Or had they? Fuck! He threw himself at the bed and glanced at the bag on the floor.

This all started when he cummed while wearing Liam's clothes. Perhaps he could do something like that again and set everything straight. He slowly removed all his clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. Then he unzipped the bag. There in a big, moist, wrinkled bundle is the football kit. He shook it all out on the floor. Damp football jersey, cum-sticky shorts, knee-socks, and boots.

He stepped into the sorts and pulled them up. The damp cloth feet cold against him. Then the socks and the football boots, also cold. All he could smell was lingering cigarette smoke, but he imagined this would smell at least as much as when he got dressed in Liam's street clothes in the changing room. After having tied both boots he was surprised to notice his hard on had come back. Surprised but pleased. He put on the jersey and went to the bathroom to have a look.

He was taken aback as he looked in the mirror. For some reason he hadn't really expected to see Liam looking back. He knew that was what he was going to see, but it was still jarring to see it. He did a bit of acting, trying different faces. It just turned him on more. With nothing under the shorts there was plenty tenting.

He went back to his bed and lied down on it, grabbed his dick through the glossy shorts fabric, and begun to slowly jack off. It felt amazingly good, and in his mind he struggled with both feeling incredibly sexy as Liam, but also hated almost everything about his life. As he exploded with a second load of cum in the shorts he felt a sharp pain in his head and yelped out loud.

The drug stash was in the boots just inside the door. His mother wasn't coming home until nine, probably. Darell picked up his laptop. Suddenly he remembered everything about Liam's life. As the pain subsided he slowly came to realize he couldn't remember anything of his own life. He could remember both trying out Liam's clothes and running in from the field at the same time, somehow, but nothing prior to that.

As Matt showed up for metal shop class the next morning Mr. Fox told him to go to the headmaster's office. He was quickly shown into the headmaster himself, someone he had never met before, at least not as Liam. "I've been informed of yesterday's incident. I'm always willing to give people a second chance if they are willing to take responsibility for their actions. Are you willing to do that, Liam?"

"Sound, mate."

"I've only heard the other side. You assaulted Matt on the soccer field during yesterday's practice, then went after him again in the changing room so he had to flee without any clothes on him. Is that what happened?"

"Mate, I didn't..."

"I'm gonna stop you there before you make a mistake. Matt has graciously asked for no punishment as long as you two are separated from now on. So I'll ask again, is that what happened."

"Yes. Whatev."

[blaringloudandproud]

Round 2: I got my friend @gaym83 whos never watched pro wrestling to say the first thing that comes to mind when he sees NJPW wrestlers, heres the result

Kota Ibushi-Emo Dan Howell (yes I know Dan Howell is already emo)

El Desperado-Orville Peck but like. A demon

Minoru Suzuki-My elementary school bullies if my elementary school bullies became middle aged wrestlers

Zack Sabre Jr-Doctor Who innit mate 🤡🤡

Bad Luck Fale-Cuban revolutionary (respect though ✊)

EVIL-Goth king

Yoshi-Hashi-Bisexual emo fuckboy (god mood)

Hiromu Takahashi-Bisexual emo fuckboy’s equally emo partner or best friend thats a lot campier

El Phantasmo-Either the most respectful lgbtq ally ever or would hatecrime me in a back alleyway

FinJuice-Bisexual Thor with anger issues (left) and supportive Liam Hemsworth (right) (Left being Finlay and right beinf Juice)

Taichi-High fashion edge lord gay

Fred Rosser-I WOULD DIE FOR HIM

Great O-Khan-Flesh pedestrian (chill) (positive)

Yoh-Would be the guy I’m nervous around in middle or high school

Jeff Cobb-Dad bod weightlifter

Hiroshi Tanahashi-If captain America was an Asian American man (marvel make this happen)

Kenta-Looks like an aggressively supportive queer parent who’s just done with their kids’ bs

Jay White-Cool childless unmarried uncle

G.O.D.-Goth leftist bisexuals that are in a group trying to go off the grid

Chase Owens-Hipster from Brooklyn or San Francisco

Dick Togo-If a Cuban revolutionary and a cishet guy from a rural town had a kid

Gedo-(Jay White’s) Bestie or romantic partner

Great Bash Heel-90s rap dup

Yuji Nagata-Dad (non-sexual)

Jado-Punk little league baseball dad

Sho-Emo campy bisexual

Hikuleo-This man would fluster me in a heartbeat (in a good way)

Taiji Ishimori-A punk fuckboy motorcyclist who’d try to fluster me but eventually would be a good friend of mine

Yujiro Takahashi-Punk fuckboy but not a motorcyclist

Tomohiro Ishii-Unit (positive)

Yoshinobu Kanemaru-Reaction photo energy and i like his jacket

TJP-He looks like a kind frat boy who gives good hugs (ohhhhh i had a good chuckle over this one, he tried to take it back once i told him more about TJP)

Taka Michinoku-Hes done with your shit

Rocky Romero-Campy bisexual pirate man

Will Ospreay-*sends the painting meme*

Kyle Fletcher-Twilight character or lead singer of emo band

Aaron Henare-done with your shit

Tiger Mask-campy furry

Robbie Eagles-Treasure planet

Alex Zayne-Emo bisexual that id let beat my ass

VLNC UNLMTD-Me and the boys after moving to the middle of nowhere

Satoshi Kojima-Friendly reaction photo energy

Ryusuke Taguchi-Tired Buzzfeed intern

Hirooki Goto-Confused uncle that’s not about to join the family drama

Tetsuya Naito-Emo bisexual baseball fan

Bushi-Campy Fish Man

Team Filthy-Gay friend group

Sanada-Gay dilf 🥴🥴

Hiroyoshi Tenzan-Hillbilly uncle

Straw Dog Army-Steampunk in partial costume (left), older Disney brother or cousin (middle), idek how i feel about that man (right)

Toru Yano-Concerned, confused, scared parent friend

Karl Fredricks-If Markiplier and Taiki Waititi had a kid

Mikey Nicholls-Concerned, confused, scared parent friend

Kazuchika Okada-An instant ramen fan who likes 90’s boyband music

Buddy Matthews-Disappointed Viking

Shingo Takagi-Campy mullet man

[olderthanthemorning]

south london forever (sirius black) part 1

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: "and everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name." in which reader remembers adolescence and a certain someone's youthful grin.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of drinking

a/n: look so i fell off the face of the earth for the past few months but i'm in school and also mentally unwell so that's my excuse. this didn't turn our the way i wanted it to but i feel like that's ok?? not quite as painful as it could've be. (also ik i need to do gold rush pt2 but ive been trying to write it and never like what i write so :/) anyway, feedback is always welcome! also request stuff! characters or songs!! (p.s. i'm obsessed with SOUR by olivia rodrigo rn so pls request songs !!)

the night bus jolted and shook you awake. it was a long journey from hogwarts, but you were finally near your own neighborhood. as you looked around, everything seemed just slightly different. you were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you would never be in any of these places as a student, or a child, again. the old church that had at least 4 weddings every spring seemed a little faded, the park and playground where you and your mates would drink at night looked much smaller in the light of early summer.

within the playground was a swing set, which hadn't meant much to you until a year ago. after a night of singing way too loud with a group of your friends, the manager of the local pub, david, kicked the lot of you out. after a few playful swears and hand gestures to the man, you promised to be back the next night and headed across the street to sit and sober up before trying to climb back into your bedroom window. the group you were with seemed larger than usual so you linked arms with mary, a fellow witch that lived up the street from you.

"picked up a few stragglers, have we?" you asked. mary was a social butterfly, and when you didn't know someone, you could count on her to know them.

"yes! and even better, they're from school," she was careful not to name hogwarts. one of the only downsides of hanging out with muggles was having to police your conversations. "that one there is james," she said pointing at a boy in a slacks and a button down that looked like it was only tucked in a fraction of what it had been at the beginning of the night. his hair is neatly cut and he wears glasses, although they make him look young, like you can see him growing out of them in while you look at him.

"he looks like he's far from home," you laughed, the boy seemed far to sheltered to have been just thrown out of a gay bar.

"tell me about it," mary snorted, "but no he's here with the other one," she nods at another boy who looks more like the others. he has on jeans and a t-shirt that is just short enough to threaten showing his middle at any moment. his hair is dark and curly but a lot messier than james', like he had been listening to a lot of rolling stones. "he's called sirius. apparently he's staying with james this summer because his parents kicked him out. they're pure bloods, real pricks."

"you'd have to be a knob to call your kid sirius," you snickered, letting go of your friends hand and flopping onto the grass. you looked up and saw the upside-down face of sirius, "just wait until you hear my brother's name."

you feel yourself go pale and cover your face with a hand, "shit. i'm sorry," although embarrassed, you couldn't help but giggle.

he chuckled, "no, it's alright. but i your going to make fun of my name, i should at least know yours." he sat beside you, prompting you to sit up, and frantically brush the grass from your hair. "i'm y/n," you say, sticking out your hand, "and that's mary."

"hi mary," sirius give your friend a knowing smile, which confuses you. "you're both going into seventh year?"

you nodded and he continued talking for a bit. sirius seemed to be engaged in the conversation with you and mary but would look around every so often, like he was expecting something. over the course of a few minutes, he managed to refer to three family members as "dickheads," admit to a prank that had involved a charm on a library door that resulted a tidal wave dowsing whoever tried to open it, and start an argument about how the chudley cannons were so much better than the holyhead harpies. the last of which you disagreed with, hence the argument.

"come on sirius, you're not fighting about quidditch again, are you?" james sat down on mary's other side.

"i like to think of it as educating our new friends. they support the harpies, james. they need all the help they can get."

"no no, harpies are decent. they've got you there." james replied, smiling softly at mary.

"listen, y/n, do you want go on a walk?" sirius suddenly turns to you.

"um..." you're caught off guard by his forwardness, you only just met the guy.

"yeah, come on. just a short walk." he pulled you up to your feet and dragged you away.

you follow him into the middle of the street, illuminated by a dim yellow glow from a light post. "how come i've never met you at school?" he turns around to look at you, walking backwards.

"dunno, not looking hard enough i guess?" you tried to test the waters of flirting, since he tried so hard to get you alone.

"i guess not," he smiled and stuck his hands in his pockets. a silence fell over the two of you as you continued to walk, just around the block.

as you rounded the corner to the opposite side of the park from your friends you decide to speak again, "so do you just really like walks or something? this seems like something you could've done alone." you continue to follow him up to a swing set and sit down in the swing next to the one he had perched in.

"you can be kind of thick, you know?" sirius looked at you as if he had just explained a simple concept to you.

"i'm sorry?" you felt annoyed, like he was mocking you. "look, you're the one that asked to be alone with me and then go on acting like a preteen boy that's never kissed anyone."

"y/n, i wasn't trying to put the moves on you, honest. i know i can go on a walk alone, but it's a little awkward to make out with someone while their best friend's right there, innit?" he pointed across the park to where mary and james were coming up for air from a kiss, giggling.

"oh." a different kind of embarrassment washed over you. "how long has that been happening?"

"james hasn't shut up about her for about a week, but tonight was the first time he's had the guts to actually talk to her."

"right." you had a sudden wish to recall a hex that would allow you to melt into ice lolly goo and seep into the mulch at your feet. you took a chance and glanced at sirius, who was grinning at you. "please don't say anything, my ego is already bruised," you said, dropping your head again.

"i mean, i'm flattered, really," he clutched his heart, dramatically, "but if i was really trying to pull you, we would be long gone by now."

"wow, you know some people find humility endearing."

"not me. how could i be humble with a face like this?" you're unsure if your eyes have ever rolled this much before in your life.

"so your ego has also had enough attention for the evening," you laugh. there is another short silence, much less awkward than the one during your walk.

"it's a star, by the way," it's sirius who breaks it this time. "sirius is a star in canis major," you realize he's referencing to your comment about his name earlier.

"yeah, i know. brightest star in the sky, right?" night lessons in the astronomy tower hadn't prepared you for much, but it was proving helpful now.

"something like that. i agree with you though, it's a little much. my parents are kind of," he paused, "supercilious? that's not the right word. but i'm not sure there is a good word for what my parents are."

"i didn't mean to give you shit about it earlier. i actually like your name," while calling it your favorite name would be a stretch, but you felt like this was the sensitive thing to say. he couldn't change it, after all.

"thanks."

"oy!" james calls to you two. the entire group had gathered and was waving you over.

"well, i guess that's our queue," you stand up and walk back together, making small conversation on the way.

the group had gathered because it was apparently time to call it a night. everyone said their goodbyes and started walking their separate ways. you were now waiting on mary to say goodbye to james, as she was always your buddy to walk home with. once again, you're left with sirius as he waits for james.

"well, it was a pleasure to meet you y/n, i look forward to next time." he said. you rack your brain and try to remember if you had made plans to hangout again. you were drunk but not still drunk enough to have missing memories.

"next time?" you ask.

"i've already bragged about how quickly i could charm you. now i just have to prove it." you hope the light post is dim enough to hid your slight blush.

"well, then i look forward to disproving you." and with that, mary is ready and the two of you link arms once again to walk back towards your homes.

[coolabed-films]

poggers this poggers that. who would say simp ironically & unironically

hmm ok i've let this marinate and i've been switching between finding contexts where every character would say simp and then also arguing that almost none of them would. at first i went on a bit of a tangent about connotations regarding the word so i'll simplify it now: poggers is very fun. it's silly! simp is inherently derogatory- whether jokey or not, it's meant to be an insult. therefore, when considering what community characters would say simp u need to look at more specific contexts wherein the characters are being assholes, and not in a more general capacity like i did with poggers- tl.dr; regardless of who would say this i do believe the characters only would when at their cuntiest <33 anyways with that disclaimer out of the way let's get into it (no i HAVEN'T thought too much about this fuck you)

easily, i can see britta saying it in the most scathing and derogatory ways possible because of course she'd take the opportunity to insult a man, even if the term stems from misogyny and patriarchal expectations because, er, men suck or something! don't think about it too much! ask not what you can do for misogyny but what misogny can do for u (create an insult to use against jeff, ideally in the exact same tone as when u told him he was bad at sex. girlboss) (feel a special need with this one to emphasise i am kidding and also do not agree with britta's messy ass feminism at least in this sense. moving on <3)

some people wish pierce were never on the show, except then who would overuse internet terms until they become unuseable??? check mate babes! he would have a vague understanding of it, as a good old-fashioned misogynist, so i could see him using it mortifyingly often as some kind of 'devastating' insult to jeff that moreso just makes everyone around him kind of uncomfortable like with his shitty gay jokes. alternatively, he could have a more limited, unexpected knowledge of it stemming not from the internet but general culture, which (did y'all KNOW) was using simp as an insult as early as 1923 -or 1946 depending on your interpretation- and meant idiot as it originated from the word 'simpleton'! yes i did research for this ask. shut up. im literally an annie kin i like to be thorough !!

whilst ms. dart absolutely would not say simp because she is a Professional, she would know what it means because she does her research, and she DEFINITELY thinks the dean is a simp even if she wouldn't say so (because unlike everyone else she tends to have like. things to do.) despite this i do think it would exponentially improve season 6 if she called dean a simp at least one. i think her matter-of-fact tone of voice saying simp would be both hilarious and devastating which would really add a certain je ne sais quoi to the stupid idiot honda scene specifically.

shirley would once again use it proselytise (u know who we should simp for? our lord and saviour jesus christ!) and annie, as much as a love her, can be a massive bitch so she absolutely would use it too but only at her lowest i feel. mulling it over, even if it would be out of character, i think she deserved to call jeff a simp for the way he acted in season six Actually </3 he could have done with a rude awakening like that. season one troy and his toxically masculine ass would absolutely say it all the time unironically but he's grown so i he wouldn't even jokingly season 2 onwards imo. he drinks respect women juice wbk

and finally abed simply wouldn't because he's too pretty for all that ❤️ as a bonus- duncan also would but mostly self-referentially (self-deprecating king) and maybe somewhat unironically with jeff. banter innit.

ok i think those are all my thoughts on the matter. unfortunately i don't have a handy chart for this since i've provided more narrow contexts for the usage of the word. sorry to disappoint all the chart lovers out there 😔

in conclusion: girl help my initially ironic poggersposting has becoming unsettlingly genuine simpposting :/ a mf will literally do anything other than her personal statement huh <//3

[marueonmain]

WINDFLOWER

part two ~ a residual humming ~

(part one) (part two)

A/N: I wanted to write this second part and get it out as soon as possible. I hope you like it! I have messages/asks open for comments or questions. Be safe!

Summary: George bullies Alex about him mooning over Y/N. Sammy is a bit abrasive, but he gets along with the lads. 

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Some Language. More of My Writing. 

Word Count: 2.2k

Upon entering his apartment, Alex was met with the smell of burning. He turned into the kitchen to see George's back as he stood over the hob with a grim-looking cheese toastie set in a pan.

George did not move when Alex walked in, nor did he indicate he was aware Alex was watching him. His eyes were glued on the sandwich as he poked at it with a wooden spoon, nudging it to be better. But it was too far gone to turn out any better than just edible.

At Alex clearing his throat, George asked, "Where've you been?"

"I grabbed some lunch at Five Guys." He pulled at the collar of his shirt, fanning himself. Taking a bar seat, he continued, "I would've offered to bring something back for you if I'd thought about it."

"Don't worry; no one expects you to think, Alex." George flipped the hob off and turned around to grab a plate set out on the counter. He used the wooden spoon to scrape the toastie from the pan as the burnt cheese clung on.

Neither spoke as George performed this careful and intricate extraction.

Though it was just so entertaining to watch his flatmate work around his terrible cooking skills, Alex found his thoughts wandering off. It was subconscious thinking. Or can thinking be subconscious versus conscious? Alex was not sure. All he knew was he was not thinking about what to think. Nor were his thoughts connecting along with one another. It was random.

Sparks of this feeling and that. Questions neither answered nor fully asked before another came along. Mostly, it was him reviewing everything he said earlier to Sammy and Y/N.

“Why go by Red?” Why did I ask that? Stupid.

While a small voice shouted, it worked out! There was too much of a ruckus elsewhere in his mind to give that small voice a chance.

Plate in hand, George started in the direction of his bedroom perhaps in hopes he could eat in peace while hunched over his keyboard like a gremlin.

"You know quiche?" Alex piped up.

"It's like egg-casserole, innit?"

"Right. It's a breakfast food, wouldn't you think?"

"Eggs normally are, yes." George stopped, and it was there in his eyes, the realization that he would not be escaping a conversation. He turned to take a bar seat and began eating in small quick bites. Like a mouse.

"I invited someone round to watch football with us later."

"Who? You don't have friends besides Will and them lot."

"I met him this afternoon. His name's Sam, but he goes by Sammy."

"How did you manage to shut up long enough to catch his name?" George coughed on his food – tasting the evident lack of love cooked into it. "And why does he sound like a golden retriever?"

"He is blond like a retriever. He and Y/N are moving-in right above us."

"Is this Y/N coming too?" George waggled his eyebrow.

The knowledge that George had a girlfriend and more so the identity of said girlfriend was on a need to know basis. As were most aspects of George's life: surname, physical appearance, etc. He knew just as well as anyone that Alex was alone – not a sad kind of alone but a neutral kind.

A girlfriend (or boyfriend) could be fantastic for views. But he did not need one. He was a functioning adult. Independent financially and physically. With an exceptional support system of friends. Alex was full and complete by himself.

And he believed that because it was true.

However, it did not stop him from yearning. It did not stop him from feeling like he might sleep better if he had someone's chest to cuddle; it did not stop him from imagining it was someone else's fingers running through his hair in moments of grief.

"Y/N is Sammy's girlfriend, and she wasn't into me—it rather. She wasn't into it."

"It's his girlfriend, mate. Of course, she isn't into you."

"Not like that. Y/N didn't even look at me, like me being there was making her ill."

"What did you expect? To go-" George, in his mocking, pitched his voice higher, "Hello, I'm internet sensation imallexx, and she falls to her knees to start sucking you off?"

Alex made a face, letting his features relax into a deadpan expression.

George continued unbothered, "Why do you care if the girlfriend likes you?"

"It wasn't dislike; it was discomfort. I'm not someone who makes people uncomfortable, am I? That doesn't make sense, not with all those imallexx is baby edits and uwu soft boi collages."

"Uwu soft boi?"

"Piss off. You know what I mean."

Giggling to himself, George finished eating and stood up. He took his plate, dropping it into the sink, he caught Alex's expression – still somber.

Seriousness was not something either flatmate expressed on the regular, or if it was, it would not be for long. There might be some argument to be made there. That neither man felt comfortable in serious situations because their insecurities about being shorter than average (or about having generous natures) made it difficult for them to see themselves as worth being taken seriously.

Or maybe that argument would be off base and a load of shit—who knows.

"Everyone I've seen you meet in person liked you – just got one of those likable faces, I guess. Plus, you're entertaining and that. I've never known you to make people uncomfortable." George paused. "You'd have to be a real dick to go after another bloke's girl. But I'm sure she'd like talking to you again...if that's what you wanted."

"I don't know what I want to happen, George."

"Well, figure it out. And if Sam does opt into a few rounds of FIFA, I'm not letting him beat me."

"It's Sammy."

"Ok." George walked in the direction of his bedroom. "Sammy. Sammy. I can remember that."

~LATER~

It was adrenaline-fueled cheers, heated debates over pizza toppings, clever and scathing remarks, all in addition to an absurd amount of drinking. And the aftermath was a residual humming of endorphins.

Newcastle lost: no surprise there.

Electronic noises sounded from the television at full volume but, having to travel through the thick wave of inebriation and exhaustion in the room, it all registered as dull pings. Will and George were the two holding controllers and involved in the head-to-head battle unfolding on-screen.

Sitting next to one another on the sofa highlighted the stark differences in their composure and dedication. George sat leaning forward enough to be considered doubled over with an iron grip on his controller. Will leaned back with one hand on the controller and the other taking the occasional swig from the beer he otherwise held between his legs.

Throwing back drink after drink, Sammy occupied the third sofa cushion. He admitted earlier in the night that he never played FIFA before; he watched the television with interest and set focus. Blush and all, he looked alert and strong even after winning the shot contest between himself and James.

James – on the other hand – was flat on his back on the floor in front of the coffee table with his eyes closed. He had not spoken up in a while, but Alex was sure he was still awake – like 60% sure.

"—in the frame for half a second. If that!" Alex struggled to control the volume of his voice as he spoke with excitement, "And not twelve hours later, I see a screenshot of them on a fetish instagram account."

"What the fuck?" Sammy laughed through the question.

"That's what I said!"

Will, confident he could win against George without paying much attention, spoke up, "I tried to go legit with selling feet pics once for a video."

Sammy's jaw dropped. "You're joking."

"Swear on my life." Will crossed his heart with his hand.

"It was with socks on." Alex stood up from the armchair and stumbled to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. Deciding on a clear liquor, he poured and downed it before finishing his thought, "Having socks on—that's not the same. Not at all."

"Nice dress-socks! I had production value, I did. Unlike you with those hobbit feet."

Alex held himself steady against the kitchen counter. With ears lit up red like traffic lights, he stared into the air with a blank expression for half a minute before shaking his head as if coming up from some dark, treacherous waters. Gaining some composure, he shuffled back to the armchair and collapsed onto it. He said his peace on the issue, "Don't be an ass."

"The only fun way to be," Will muttered as he knocked back a bit of his beer.

Despite watching Alex cross the room with particular concern, Sammy reentered the conversation in a casual tone and manner. "Wait. Your feet are just out there in the open for weird foot fetish guys to jack off to?"

"Guys jack off to Alex all the time," said George. He did not remove his eyes from the television as the electronic sounds coming from the game took a discordant turn. "He's an LGBT icon."

Alex gritted his teeth at the comment. "Stop."

"Oh?" From the sofa, Sammy raised his head, shifting his posture and pulling himself up into a proper seated position. "You're gay?"

George started, "Well, he's b—"

"Yes." Alex cut him off. Sometimes it was easier to just be “gay” than to get specific with someone who might not understand or even accept further explanation.

It went quiet, save the electronic noises of George getting his ass kicked at FIFA. George, too focused on losing and being offended from getting cut-off, and James having been down for the count for the last hour, were unaware of the turn the conversation had taken and were spared from the rising uneasiness.

Will and Alex were in the thick of it. Alex shot worried glances in Will's direction. Will set his jaw and nodded with reassurance back to Alex.

Sammy breathed out an, "Oh."

"Is that an issue?" Alex asked.

"God, no. It's a relief!" Sammy slouched into the back of the sofa. "Don't have to be worried about you trying to chat up Red."

Will looked agitated (maybe at the choice of words or the hesitation). His forehead scrunched-up, and his posture tensed with rigid shoulders and arms. He asked with a forced ‘normal-sounding’ tone, "Who's Red?"

"My girlfriend – she's a fucking bitch, but like my bitch, you know?"

Alex was not sure which part of the whole thing he was most uncomfortable with...until he decided. It was the bitch comment. 

It was the bitch comment by far.

No one in that room – as far as he knew – had ever straight-out name called their girlfriend like that. Not George about [REDACTED]. Not Will about Mia. Not James about Aria. And certainly not Alex about his past partners.

To be fair there were a handful of times, he or his friends had considered how their partner was acting as being bitchy. Still at the heart of all their relationships was a respect for the other person and the courtesy to not leave for the evening (to watch football or whatever) without at least attempting to work things out – smooth things over even the tiniest amount.

"I thought her name was Y/N," said George.

Sammy hurled an expression that asked how would you know and all but dared George to ask him another question. "It is. But when we met, I called her Red, and now she goes by Red."

"Why?"

Sammy ignored that George had spoken at all. Luckily, it was just a few awkward seconds between Sammy clamming up and someone else speaking.

"Mac 'n cheese! Fuck!" James shouted as his eyes shot open, and he sat up from the floor. "Doesn't mac 'n cheese sound good right now?" He turned his attention to Alex and snapped finger guns at him. "You have any mac 'n cheese?"

"No, James," Alex growled; he rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes with too much pressure.

Sammy interjected with cheerfulness in his voice, "I like mac 'n cheese with some marshmallow fluff."

"Fuck yes!" James whipped around to face Sammy (whom he probably did not recognize at that moment nor remember meeting just hours before) and somehow got louder. "We gotta get some!"

"Let's go." Sammy did not move to stand.

"You're so chill," mumbled James. As unexpected as it was for him to pop-up, James hit the ground again, closing his eyes. He was out.

"Anyone willing to be talked at by Alex for an entire evening has got to be," remarked George with a humorless laugh.

"Reel it back a bit," Will warned before Alex might have come back with something worse.

"Yeah," Sammy teased, "how much you down now, George? £200 last I checked."

"Will's cheating."

Will took a swig from his beer. "Mate, I'm too pissed to be cheating."

"Whatever."

"Check it." Will shifted in his seat as on-screen, he scored the final goal of the game. Triumphant electronic noises blasted from the television as he raised his long arms up in the air, pumping his fist once. twice. three times.

He got up to high-five Alex and Sammy, who wore over-excited smiles across their flushed faces. And just like that, the evening was over.

[littlejeanniebean]

KILL MY MIND

A/N: Prequel to KIWI. I just loved writing them so much and this damn good song is stuck in my head. ~1000 words of angst until it’s fluffier than cotton candy. More in my masterlist :) Art is by the talented @jorrisy​!! - J xx. TPWK.

i. nightmare on the dance floor

Kiwi was an atrocious dancer. He didn’t even need to be drunk. Puppy stood uncomfortably off to the side with the rest of his friend group, watching his former schoolmate whom he hadn’t seen in years repeatedly attempt a body roll. He was cute, sure, but not that cute that people wouldn’t stare in a very judgemental way.

“Hey, you’ve known this guy since sixth form, righ’?” Cake breathed smoke into Puppy’s face as he tried to talk over the music, “Can’t ya get ‘im to stop? Personally, I don’t care what he does, but he’s kinda ruining our chances if y’know wha’ I mean?”

“Shit, that sounds a lot like caring tuh me, Cakes,” despite his internal monologue, Puppy cut a perfectly nonchalant figure, tapping his cigarette lightly before taking it between his pink lips.

“Well, if ya don’t ‘ave a word wiv ‘im, Icing will sooner or later. And y’know ‘ow he gets -”

“Awrigh’, awrigh’,” he shoved himself off the wall he’d been leaning on and adjusted his red and black bomber jacket, “Hey, Ki!”

“Hey!” Kiwi spun around less than elegantly, teetering on his long legs that were almost deer-like, shapely, toned - no, Puppy, focus!

“Righ’, wha’ d’ya say we get us and the lads a couple drinks, yeah?” 

“Okay!”

The drinks made it worse. As far as Puppy could remember, alcohol always slowed Kiwi down, not hyped him up, but of course as luck would have it, tonight was the exception.

Kiwi was throwing himself to-and-fro with abandon on the dance floor, always within arms-length of Puppy, who sought the safety of his normal friend group and stood stoically by Cake and Icing, who were trying to chat up two girl friends while growing increasingly annoyed at the distraction that was long-haired and loud Kiwi.

Suddenly, Kiwi was grinding on Puppy, who was at a loss for what to do other than laugh nervously and gently nudge his shoulders to try to get him to back off. Puppy wasn’t exactly… out to his friends yet and he couldn’t stand the funny looks they and their dates were giving him. 

“Oi! Cut it out, will ya?” he shoved Kiwi harder, so he stumbled around a bit before finally righting himself, “Come with me, I think ya need tuh take a walk and sober up, yeh?”

Kiwi let himself be guided out into the empty two-a.m. street in a city he’d just moved into and that didn’t feel quite like home yet. That’s why he was so happy to see a familiar face. A very nice face, at that, but now his old friend’s jaw was clenched and he was cracking his knuckles like he used to when they were losing a footie game, which was usually Kiwi’s fault if he was being honest. He’d never been a great player.

“Wha’ was tha’?” Puppy asked quietly.

“Wha’ was wha’?”

“Tha’! In front of me mates!”

That boiling anger made Kiwi stand very still on the roadside while Puppy glared at him from where he stood up on the sidewalk so they were a little closer to eye-level. Then he realized he hadn’t given him an answer and managed a stiff shrug. 

“Bollocks, y’know what your problem is, Ki? You never talk unless you feel like it, well, that’s rather selfish, innit? Sometimes people need some kind of explanation, don’t ya think?”

“Well... unlike some people,” he spoke slower and lower than usual, “I’d rather not lie.” 

Puppy watched him leave in the general direction of the tube station and swallowed the urge to say more. 

ii. devil in my brain

“How’d you find out where I live?” Kiwi huffed.

“You left your locator on that night,” Puppy waved his iPhone carelessly before stepping across the threshold.

“You watched me on my way home?”

“You were drunk, but you wanted to be alone. I found a compromise.”

Kiwi gestured vaguely at his kitchen, “Can I get you something to -”

“I just need to get one thing straight with you,” Puppy was cracking his knuckles again, “I’m not a liar. I’m just careful.”

“You care too much about what people think -”

“Yes, and so wha’?” he challenged, “Maybe you could stand to live in that… that stupid little town longer than you had to, but I couldn’t! Go ahead, be the better person, bloody good for y-”

Kiwi was cupping his cheeks in his large, warm hands. Kiwi was pressing his lips to his. Kiwi was… was… a rather good kisser - focus, Puppy, dammit!

“Wha’ was tha’?” that came out quieter than he would’ve liked.

“Me not lyin’,” the whispered confession rumbled through both their bodies, “Puppy… say something? You’re tremblin’...”

“Ya can’t just… fuck, ya can’t just… lodge yourself in me brain and start… start… killin’ me with all your… your...” he grabbed Kiwi’s hands and chucked them off his face, “You’ve forgotten how much it… how much it hurts to get… get a little… just a little from someone and have them take it away because you’re… you’re too gay or your too straight - like what the fuck?” Puppy buried his face in his lithe hands.

“... And then... you start to hear this voice in your head,” Kiwi continued for him, “tellin’ yeh how to be and what to do before yeh even know what yeh actually want… It’s not something you can forget… no matter how many people you’ve told… Look, I just… I like you… but you don’t have to do anything with that if you don’t want -”

“I don’t want to,” Puppy said quickly and left just as fast.

iii. what i’d do without you

“Why, do I keep sayin’ shit like that, Jackie?” Puppy addressed his schlumbergera cactus, “Oh, don’t start, Alice - you too, Barb,” he pouted at the older cacti on his shelf, “He just kinda came outta nowhere with tha’, y’know? Wha’ was I supposed tuh do? … Well, if yeh must know, Nosy-Nancy… yes, he is a good kisser, but tha’ doesn’t mean I’m doin’ it again! … Yeah, and you’d know all about leaving pasts behind, wouldn’t ya, George? … Alrigh’! Alrigh’, yeh lot, I’ll call ‘im!”

Puppy mumbled to the dial tone, “Takin’ advice from cacti. You’ve really hit the bottom of the -”

“Puppy?”

“Yeah… hey.”

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry,” they said in unison, “Wha’ are you sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t say things I don’t mean,” said Puppy.

“I shouldn’t say things like tha’ too soo - wait, wha’?”

“You know what.”

“Mm, maybe, but while we’re getting practice sayin’ things -”

“Oh, up yours, Ki-ki.”

“Yes, please.”

“Wha’?”

“Nothing. Go on.”

Puppy paced, “No, it’s not proper doin’ this over the phone. I’ll come see ya -”

The doorbell rang.

Puppy stopped mid-step, “Are you -”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he opened the door, “I like you too.”

Kiwi smiled widely, still holding his phone to his ear, “Did you know your voice sounds deeper on the phone than in person?” 

Puppy shook his head, “You. You are killin’ me,” and then he kissed him.

[hes-a-rainbow]

A Rose By Any Other Name (Part Two)

(Banner by @tiostyles)

Part One

“S’what she like?” Niall was questioning Harry about Fiona. He had only been home for a few minutes when Niall bombarded him with questions.

“Ya don’t have a chance, mate.” Harry laughed.

“S’what that s’pposed to mean?” Niall looked hurt but Harry knew he was just trying to get his dick wet.

“She’s too good for you. And Gemma says she’s off limits.” Harry said as he shut the bathroom door behind him and right in Niall’s face. There he was lying on behalf of Gemma again.

When Gemma came home from returning the truck, He took her aside and told her it was Fiona who wanted to go out. Gemma really didn’t want to, but she was keen on becoming better friends with Fiona, and she needed a few drinks after such a long day.

After a quick shower, Fiona stepped out into her bedroom, she was lucky enough to score the bedroom with the personal bathroom but only because she paid extra in rent.

Her hair was wet on her back as she tried to pick out what to wear. Most of her clothes were still packed away so she settled on an old pair of jeans and a tank top. She eyed the box labeled CLOTHES where she knew she had thrown some bras in hastily the night before. She looked in the mirror, double checking to see if it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She shrugged at her reflection, a little side boob never heard anybody, she thought.

Harry was obviously attractive, and after her bold talk about her tattoo she decided some harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Her bedroom door swung open. Less than 24 hours together and the unspoken laws of privacy were already out the door. “Car’s here,” Gemma announced as she glided in to double check her hair in the mirror, “And remember, don’t mind Niall. He’s a huge flirt at first but once he realizes he doesn’t have a chance you’ll realize exactly what a sweetheart he is.”

“Gotcha,” Fiona responded and slipped her phone into her back pocket.

“Same with Harry. Talks a real big game but is terrible when it comes to understanding women. I swear it’s like boys only think with one part of their body and I’m not talking about the head that’s on their neck.”

Fiona scoffed, shaking her head in agreement while following Gemma out her bedroom door.

Harry and another brunette were already sitting at a booth in the back of the hardly lite bar when they arrived. The ding of the bell on the door seemed to alert Harry and he waved them over estactically. The comforting scent of whiskey and cigarettes danced into Fiona’s nostrils.

“You clean up nice.” Harry spoke as they reached their table, standing so he could greet them cordially. He gave Fiona a quick wink and a small smirk which she was quickly realizing was a signature move of his.

“Can’t say the same about you.” She replied quickly, Harry could hear Niall chuckling next to him. Okay, he thought, he liked a challenge. Gemma hugged Niall hello and then rolled her eyes at her little brother, “Gonna order a gin and tonic, you?”

“Make that two.” Fiona responded while holding two fingers up. Once Gemma walked away, Niall swooped right in, seemingly floating over to Fiona’s side, “Hey, I’m Niall.” He said with his blindingly white smile.

“Well, very nice to meet you, Niall.” She shook his hand.

“’ere, sit next to me.” Harry said quickly before Niall had the chance to ask her. She smiled as she sat down.

“S’where you from?” Niall asked.

“Colorado,” Fiona’s head shook as she glanced down the the ageless water rings on the table.

Dammit, why didn’t he think of that, Harry thought. Such a simple question, but the whole day he hadn’t even thought to ask.

“And what brings ye ‘ere?”

“Well I came here to study abroad, and I just kind of feel in love. Haven’t really picked up an accent yet though.”

“Me neider.” Niall said in his thick Irish accent while giving her a swoon worthy smile. Harry was getting pretty annoyed that Niall was so openly flirting with her when he said she was off limits. But then again, when did Niall ever listen to anything he said?

Once Gemma came back they started talking about everything and nothing. Harry learned that Fiona was actually his age, making her younger than Gemma. She had an older brother back home and was very close with her family, calling or texting them at least once a day even when they were in completely different time zones. As she spoke to the group, Harry took the time to admire the tattoos that scattered her arms. There didn’t seem to be much of a theme, much like his own, but he couldn’t wait until he could find the right moment to ask her the meaning behind each and everyone one of them. Preferably in his, when she had no clothes on...He shook his head as his teenager like thoughts gulping back the rest of his beer before holding a finger up to the bartender to indicate he was ready for another. Something about this girl completely threw him off his game and he was determined to find out exactly what it was.

Niall went on and on about his embarrassing stories that him and Harry shared back in college where they had first met. Harry loved the way Fiona threw her head back when she found something especially funny. During one particularly funny story, she had leaned over to make sure she didn’t miss a second of Niall’s story and Harry had to pull his eyes away because at the vantage point of where he was sitting, he could almost see completely down her shirt.

“I have an idea…” Niall started, snapping Harry out of his own head and back into reality. “Never ‘ave I ever?” Niall already had a few drinks in him and was starting to slur his words.

Fiona looked to Gemma, who just shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s go.” Gemma responded for the both of them.

“Alright! I’ll go first, never have I ever… given someone a blow job!” Niall shouted and seemed way too excited to ask this question. A few other patrons looked over at their table from over their shoulders, Niall’s announcement seeming to peak there interest.

“Really…that’s your first question?” Harry was suddenly embarrassed by Niall. Even more embarrassed then the time freshman year when him and Niall finally got invited to their first sorority party only for Niall to throw up on one of the girls after getting completely wasted. Needless to say after a punch from the girls boyfriend and Harry having to literally carry Niall out of the house bridal style, they were no longer welcome at Beta Sai.

But Niall only shrugged and laughed, not seeming to be ashamed by his childish question at all. Fiona was the first one to take a drink, then Gemma.

“Alright, gross, really didn’t need to know that.” Harry rubbed his hands on his face, he felt like this was going to be one long night.

Gemma was next. “Never have I ever…ate a girl out?” Gemma giggled after saying this, turns out she wasn’t so great at this game either.

The two boys took a drink. And then so did Fiona.

“Oh, now this is getting interesting.” Niall was practically drooling as he leaned across the table.

All Fiona did was smile and take another sip from her drink.

“You have to give us more information after that!” Niall shouted.

“That’s not how the game works!” Fiona responded laughing.

Harry’s eyes widened at the thought. He could already feel his pants growing tighter. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get that image out of his head. But he also couldn’t help but wonder if he read the signals wrong. Was she gay? Bisexual? It wasn’t really any of his business and he really had no place in asking but it didn’t stop his curiosity. But Fiona was next and he was intrigued with what she would say next, “Okay, never have I ever…had a one night stand.”

Kind of disappointing given the build up, Harry thought.

“That’s absurd. I don’t believe you.” Gemma said after taking a drink.

“Not my style, I guess I always keep them coming back for more.” Fiona just laughed as she took another swig of her drink while looking over her cup to Harry. He was done for. He only met this girl a few hours ago but he already wanted to fuck her and know everything about her. She was mysterious. She only let out a few details of her life at a time, and never enough to figure out the whole story. It was frustrating but he was now more intrigued than ever.

“Mmmm, hard to follow up ‘innit?” He smirked at Fiona. She just shrugged innocently.

“Alright, how ‘bout this one…never have I ever gotten a blowie while on skype with my mum.”

“Oh low blow man….” Niall took a drink, while Gemma and Fiona laughed. By now, there were a few people on the dance floor. Harry saw Fiona look over and watch them with an indescribable look on her face.

“You dance?”

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood.” She responded.

Niall and Gemma were having their own conversation to the side.

“How ‘bout now?” He glanced over to see if Gemma was listening, “You in the mood now?” He definitely meant for the question to be taken two different ways but he also wanted to see if she would pick up on that.

“Dunno yet.” She motioned her head down. “But seems you are.” She smirked and lifted her eyebrows.

Harry was mortified, he honestly didn’t think it was that noticeable, but he was also wearing skin tight jeans. She was still looking at him with a knowing look in her eye.

“Niall just looks really good tonight.” She laughed at that but he knew she only did that to lighten the tension.

“Dance with me.” She wasn’t asking.

He looked down at his crotch, “Not right now, sweetheart.”

“Just walk behind me, no one will notice.” She was already standing from her seat. Harry got up quick as to not draw attention from Niall and Gemma. Luckily his shirt was long enough that it landed on the tops of his thighs.

“Oi, where you goin’?” Niall shouted even though Harry was literally right next to him.

“Dance.” Harry shrugged. He made sure to stand close to Fiona as to not give away his semi. Once they got to the dance floor a new song began. It wasn’t fast and wasn’t slow, Fiona put her arms around Harry’s neck and they swayed with the beat. He was suddenly very aware of how good she smelled.

“So are you gonna ask me?” She looked up at him.

“Ask ya what?” He wasn’t really sure what she was referring to, and he really didn’t want to ask the wrong thing.

“Do you have sex with girls?” She mimicked in a deep voice that he guessed was supposed to be his.

“Really none of my business, innit.” He thought that was the right thing to say, but in all honesty he was dying to know her answer.

“Sure about that?” She asked as she got closer to him, this time he knew she could feel him against her. She rolled her hips into him a bit to emphasize her point. He swallowed hard.

“’Kay, so tell me,” he added quickly, “if you want.”

She smiled up at him, “Yes, I have sex with girls…and I have sex with boys.”

Again that image of her with another woman kept popping up. Harry cleared his throat, “That’s good, keeps your options open.”

Keeps your options open?! What the fuck does that even mean? He was furious with himself. For the second time tonight, Harry was mortified. He had many gay friends and was always supportive of the LGBTQ community, and that was literally the stupidest thing anyone could say when someone comes out to you.

Fiona just looked up at him, he couldn’t gauge her reaction but he also didn’t know what he could say to make the situation better. She made a “mhm” sound, and then slowly began to pull away from him. He was about to open his mouth to say something, anything, when Gemma popped up next to them.

“Loo break?” She asked. She didn’t even seem to notice the tension between Fiona and Harry. It was probably because she was drunk. Sober Gemma would have definitely noticed something was amuck. Fiona shook her head yes while Gemma grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom.

“Off limits, ay mate?” Niall grabbed Harry’s shoulder and made a gesture to his jeans.

“Shut it.” Harry really wasn’t in the mood to be hassled right now.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated!

[dingletragedy]

list of reasons wedding number uno is superior:

aaron wanting to spend the entirety of his last free day in bed with robert 

charity and liv’s constant sniping at each other. iconic

SPEAKING OF BOUNCING BEDS CHARITY DINGLE I LOVE U 

THOSE CAKE TOPPERS STILL PLAGUE MY NIGHTMARES 

sammy bringing 12 jars full of pickles i- 

I LOVE THE SMELL OF A BIG GAY WEDDING IN THE MORNING THE MOST ICONIC 

the birth of mr. shifty 

robert giving paddy the talking to he so desperately needed

you’re stuck with me after today. poor liv :( 

I KNOW HE’S NOT FOR YOU BUT HE’S DEFINITELY FOR ME RIP ROBRON FANDOM

aaron literally escaped his best mates house in the hope he could go bone his husband. that’s so gay 

he’s a slippery guy fuckdgkgaioyjnt 

is robert back? can i jump hIm yet? is it sexy time? 

“oh really? what are you going to do” HE’S GOING TO LOCK U IN A BOOT AARON U LUNATIC 

I’M NOT GOING TO GET MARRIED IN THESE OVERALLS LIKE SOME DIRTLY LITTLE GREASE MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING 

not for one second 😭😭😭😭😭😭 bye 

we’re no aaron and robert. too fucking right you’re not 

HOWEVER WHEREVER WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER I’LL BE THERE AND YOU’LL BE NEAR AND THAT’S THE DEAL MY DEAR

homicidal great grandma on the loose i- 

marlon’s face when faith makes a run for it is the funniest face. ever. 

aaron referring back to the day he asked robert to go into the bar and tell everyone about them :( my heart :(

THIS IS KINDA WHERE IT ALL STARTED INNIT 

THE BANTER 

they lit got married in the place they started their affair what kind twisted love story is that

THE FOREHEAD KISS 

it’s just because i love you so much i just don’t know what to do with it sometimes. me @ robron

robert literally confirming that he’s always seen aaron as his husband. wow casual  

THE FIRST DANCE WILL FOREVER BE THE BEST THING IN HISTORY EVER

the mentions of jack and the support from aaron :((( husbands

HE’S ONE OF US NOW OK COOL 

ROBERT???? DRANK???? FROM???? THE???? WELLY????

the much needed paddy and aaron chat

oi have you seen my husband, he’s dead grumpy but doesn’t look bad in a suit. ok robert keep it in your pants 

how many times can they refer to each other as husbands in one day i- 

robert knowing aaron wasn’t fine about the next day and promising to wait for him brb just gotta go pick my heart off the FLOOR

the way they cling onto each other for dear life :((((

KIDS WILL BE LEARNING ABOUT THIS WEDDING IN THEIR HISTORY LESSONS COME 2056 I PUT MY MONEY ON IT 

[living-dead-parker]

The MOMA - H.H

Pairing: Harry Holland x reader

Summary: Where Harry sees the most beautiful piece of art the world has ever seen...oh and there's, like, pictures there too. (Where Harry meets reader at the Museum of Modern Art)

Warnings: cussing

Word Count: 1.9k

N/A: This is based off my experience at the SFMOMA in June where I saw a really cute guy who I thought was the love of my life bc he was so cute and soft and with who I had such strong bi-fi connection except this is more how i wish it went down bc me and the dude never talked. Like, we would steal glances at each other and follow each other through the whole Magritte exhibit but unfortunately he was the one who got away :")) but ye and the Tilted Plane part made me really wish I had a Harry Holland to hold hands with so I HAD to add that in too

"Tom fuck off." Sam laughs after Tom pulls his hair as we wait in line to get tickets for the Museum. Tom, Haz, Sam, and I decided to have an impromptu trip through California.  We decided that we're only ever here for work and never get to explore the state.

Currently, we are waiting in line at the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco. San Francisco was just one of the plenty stops in our road trip and the next is San Luis Obispo to go to different beaches. We decided to stay in San Francisco for three days to witness as much as we can.

"Guys, shut the fuck up. We're in a museum." Haz says. We all nod and quiet down. We pay for our tickets and go down to the entrance.

"Last chance to upgrade your tickets for the Magritte exhibit." the man at the entrance tells us. We all look at each other and nod, deciding to give it a shot. We upgrade our tickets and take the elevators up to the fourth floor where the exhibit is.

Once we get there, we see a group of people standing in a room. We see some people conversing, others looking at the art and others reading the description on the side. We walk through the first room. However, in the second room, my eyes lay on a girl with two girls making out next to her.

She has h/l h/c hair. She wears a white lacy dress with her hair in two buns. She has a pink backpack on her shoulder and black Doc Martens. She turns to her friends and I get a brief look at her face. She has e/c eyes and a cute nose. She has red lipstick and winged liner.

"Uh oh, Harry's being a creep." Haz says. I snap out of my trance and turn to the group.

"Huh?" I ask. They all chuckle, looking behind me.

"She's a cutie for sure." Tom says. Everyone nods in agreement and walks off. They don't stray too far but are obviously giving me space to try something.

"You sure?" I overhear her friend ask.i turn and notices she's alone now.

I walk around the exhibition, stealing glances from her, enjoying how she  looks. She'll occasionally go to the other side of the room but I'd follow her through the whole exhibit. She read through all of the descriptions and takes in all the art. In the fourth room we see a painting of a man with a cage as his head.

She pulls out her phone and takes a picture. I step closer and suddenly decided to speak up.

"Pretty dope painting, innit?" I ask. She turns around, eyes wide in shock

"Definitely. The Therapeutist. One of his weirdest for sure." you respond.

"I'm assuming you're big on art, huh?"  I ask. She nods, looking down a little.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." you say.

"I'm Harry, by the way." I say holding my hand out. She takes my hand and shakes it.

"Y/n."

"What a lovely name. Say, y/n. Since you know so much about art and this dude, why don't you teach me about his art?" I ask.

She smiles as she nods at my proposition. Turning around, she leads us to a picture of a rose with a knife. She takes it in for a while, running a finger across her chin as she thinks.

"So this one, it's actually my favorite of them all, is called Le Coup au Couer. The Blow to the Heart. It was created in 1952." she says. She looks up at the picture and examines it.

"It seems as the flower is holding the dagger and my way of interpreting it is that those you love tend to hurt you the most. Their love is the rose but their actions or words can be the dagger." she says. I nod, taking in every word as she begins to dissect everything about the painting. The colors and the color scheme, the parallels, how the lines can symbolize different things and I realize what she's doing.

"Can I ask, are you into photography?" I ask. Remembering I've had to dissect and analyze tons of my photographs in old photography classes.

"I like taking pictures of things for sure. But I used to take a photography class my last two years of high school, so analyzing pictures was a big thing in that class. Guess it just stuck." she says. I smile widely.

"That's so cool. I'm a photographer, so I think it's cool how you do that." I say. She smiles widely.

"That's so cool, I'd definitely love to see your work someday!" she says.

We continue through the exhibition and at the end, I see the guys sitting down and talking. They look up and notice us walking out together, laughing at some dumb thing we heard someone say.

"Well, it was nice talking your ear off, Harry."

"Oh, I didn't mind. I enjoyed it actually. Learned something new." I say. She smiles widely and nods.

"Well, I should go find my friends. They said they'd be here but they're not." she says with a frown.

"You can join me and my group, we can help you look for them." I offer, knowing they wouldn't mind. She shakes her head.

"Nah, it's cool. Don't wanna take your guys time here. I'll be fine." she says. I shake my head this time.

"No worries, join us. They won't mind, I promise." I say. She looks around contemplatively before giving out a simple yes.

"Okay, yeah I'll go." she says. I smile at her and lead her towards my group. They all look up at us with wide knowing smiles.

"Hey guys, so this is y/n. A new friend. She lost her friends somewhere so I told her we'd help her find them." I say to the group. Eagerly, they nod, while greeting her.

"I don't mean to sound like a fan girl or anything and I'm so sorry but holy shit you're Tom Holland. Wow." Y/n says as she looks at Tom with an excited look. However, she doesn't freak out like girls in the past have. Something different, which I like.

"Sure am, nice to meet you y/n," he says as he stands to greet her. "I assume you're a fan?" he asks.

"If I'm being honest, Homecoming was better than the other Spiderman movies. But yeah I'm kind of a fan." she admits with a shrug. A wide smile spreads across Tom's face.

"Well thank you!" Tom chirps, his face turning into a genuine smile.

"Anyways, Tom is my brother. Then there's his best mate, Haz. He's basically like another brother. Next to him is my twin brother, Sam." I tell her. She greets Haz and Sam with a simple handshake and a courteous hello.

We walked around for 10 minutes before we found her friends. The friends came up to her, screaming about how one of them almost broke a sculpture. Something about accidentally leaning on it.

"Leave it to Nadia to almost break something. Disaster gays, am I right? Well, we should head to the top floor and then head out?" she asks her friends. They agree with her and are quick to turn around.

"It was nice meeting you, Harry. Again, thank you for letting me talk your ear off." she says. I shake my head, indicating that it was fine.

"It's fine, I enjoyed it." I say. She smiles shyly and waves, walking off. I turn around and see everyone looking at me with deadpan looks.

"What?" I ask. They all roll their eyes at me as I shrug at them.

"You could've asked for some way to contact her, man." Tom says like it was obvious. Which it was.

We continued out throughout the rest of the museum, exploring the top floors first. Occasionally, we'd bump into y/n and her friends. She'd wave at me from afar and vice versa. However, we all managed to ride the same elevator up to the sixth floor. As we began walking the floor, I noticed that y/n's friends would push her towards me. I saw them become friends with my group. All of them would stay behind us a bit, Sam taking my camera from me to enjoy ourselves. We went into one of the showrooms and watched a video on modern black history. We moved into a different show room where they had three giant screens in a dark room that play sea noises.

However, things picked up in an exhibit called the 'Tilted Plane'. The point of the exhibit was that it was a dark room with lights hung up cascading down at an angle so that it seemed the room was tilted. It did feel that way as our eye adjusted to the dark. I walked in side by side with y/n, enjoying the trippiness.

"Oh shit." I hear y/n whisper as she grabs hold of my arm. I reach out to her, holding her up slightly.

"You alright, love?" I ask. She nods rapidly, a chuckle emitting from her lips.

"Yeah, I just got really tripped out right now and almost fell." she says. I laugh lightly as she lets go of my arm. We move throughout the room and I take notice of how the lighting makes her just so much more intriguing.

We walk around the room for a while longer and enjoy the atmosphere. After 10 minutes, though, we notice we're the only ones in the room. Everybody left and she begins to take notice too.

"We should probably head back. They must be wondering where we're at." She says.

"Yeah, probably." I say. She leads the way, being careful as we walk out. We notice the big group hanging out near the elevators. We walk up to them and I see y/n frown.

"Looks like this is the end." she says lightly. She seems disappointed that our time is up.

"You've been on all the floors?" I ask. She frowns as she nods. I sigh as I begin to muster up some courage.

"Before you go, can I ask for your social media?" I ask nervously. She chuckles nodding. Within a matter of seconds, she pulls out a pen and a random receipt and begins to write down her Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat handles. She hands me the paper with a smile on her face.

"It was nice meeting you Harry. And if you're still here later today, I may or may not be at Fisherman's Wharf later today around 4." she says. I nod and wave her off as she walks away with her friends.

"My man!" Tom says excitedly. I chuckle as I put the paper in my wallet to keep it secure.

"Damn Harry got game!" Haz says. I shrug.

"She was perfect." I say.

Later that day, I looked through my camera, noticing Sam took pictures of me and y/n. A lot of them were from behind as we talk about an art piece. Some were from in front as we looked down at something, probably reading a piece's description. However the best ones were silhouette pictures in the 'Tilted Plane exhibit. All of those ranged from us standing side by side as we walk further in, some were of me holding y/n up, others from us looking at each other talking.

"Ready to go to Fisherman's Wharf?" Tom asks. I look up at him with wide eyes and a shocked smile.

"We're going for sure?" I ask. He nods with a wide smile.

"Yeah, let's go you twat. You have people to meet."

[pansexualravenpuff-blog]

Avengers Accademy

Anthony " Tony " Stark - The accademy's resident playboy and flirt. Might be dating Pepper or it might be a rumour Dorm room - 42 - seccond floor shares with Steve. Steven Rogers - The soft , kind and mabey gay captain of the football team. May have a slight crush on Bucky and Tony . Confused af. Always hands projects in on time. Dorm room - 42- seccond floor shares with Tony Bruce Banner - The scientist with anger issues. Is dating Betty . Has a small miniscule crush on Nat. Hates geting stressed with work. Master of massages. Tony's science bro Dorm room -39- seccond floor left of Tony's. Clint Barton - Pro archer and couch potato . Never attemps work . Likes sleeping in class. Best mates with Nat Dorm room-39-seccond floor shares with Bruce Thor Odinson - The loveable jock who loves his brother who hates him. Is in nearly every team on the roter. To enthusiastic with everything. Dorm room - 41 - shares with Loki and its on the right of Tony's. Natasha Romanova - The super sly 'know every weakness' friend . Asexual AF . Hates work but does it anyway . Dorm room - 50 - 3rd floor shares with Vexa . Be carefull when approaching all innitatives .As they are part of the AVENGERS club .