#maybe jeremy deserves rights

[littlealexhorne]

more rankings of the tmnz men bc i can

[hinamie]

mentor

[unproduciblesmackdown]

The Billions Showrunners Go To See Bway Bmc like lgw "the problem has always been me" and they look at each other approvingly and nod like now he's getting it :) and then the squip's deactivated and everyone's embracing the realities of being a person and rejecting the idea there can be, should be, and is a set of standards to meet to get everything you want and preclude yourself from being mistreated and they're like nooo what a powerful tragedy :(

[wyattjohnston]

with the posting of the masterlist, the summer fic exchange 2k24 has come to an end! 33 fics written by 31 people. i am eternally grateful that these exchanges are still going strong and that people are having fun with it!

please read all the fics below, even if it's a player you don't normally read for. a lot of work has gone into these fics and they all deserve your time. make sure to reblog and leave comments when you've read it!

please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.

i'm still unsure if i'm running a winter exchange or if i'm going to maybe reconsider the timing, but please come back and feel free to ask questions around november/december if i haven't said anything!

the summer fic exchange 2k24 masterlist

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Indoor Cat by @nhl-stories for @ bqstqnbruin

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

i’ve been yours since you stepped through the door tonight by @writingonleaves for @ callsign-denmark

Third Time's the Charm by @typical-simplelove for @ kurlyteuvo

Frederik Andersen

But Baby, It Feels Like Love by @callsign-denmark for @ mp0625

Chicago Hawks

Teuvo Teravainen

I Think I Dreamed You Into Life by @kurlyteuvo for @ lila-rose

Colorado Avalanche

Nathan MacKinnon

hide the sun by @ohmyeyesmyeyes for @ wyattjohnston

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid

i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet by @offside-the-lines for @ hiding-from-reality-56

Leon Draisaitl

… but you're going to by @senditcolton for @ thewintersoldierdisaster

Blue Hair and Pronouns by @hiding-from-reality-56 for @ nhl-stories

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

always attract by @dunnerlars for @ sc0tters

truth or dare by @boqvistsbabe for @ ohmyeyesmyeyes

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

four weddings and a funeral by @thewintersoldierdisaster for @ prettytoxicrevolver

Juraj Slafkovsky

Summer Vacation by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ lam-ila

New Jersey Devils

Dawson Mercer

Baseball and Love by @lam-ila for @ hischier-papaya

Jack Hughes

CHASING YES by @puckology101 for @ tonsypep

Nico Hischier

home is just another word for you by @fallinallincurls for @ puckology101

felt like magic by @laurenairay for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

good luck, babe by @nol-pat for @ fallinallincurls

turbulent by @wyattjohnston for @ dunnerlars

walked in and dream came trued it for ya by @gravestrain for @ nol-pat

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

First Time Feeling by @huuuuughes for @ ahockeywrites

truth or dare by @dunnerlars for @ writingonleaves

Matt Martin

I can't help it if I like it by @laurenairay for @ comphy-and-cozy

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafreniere

Romance in The Hamptons by @lifeofpriya for @ wildrangers

Matt Rempe

MEDICINE by @lila-rose for @ 2 manytabsopen

Pittsburgh Penguins

Anthony Beauvillier

one night standards by @comphy-and-cozy for @ offsidethelines

Tattoos of You by @bqstqnbruin for @ senditcolton

Ryan Graves

The First Time by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ gravestrain

Seattle Kraken

Philipp Grubauer

Pfirsich by @mp0625 for @ huuuuughes

Toronto Maple Leafs

Joseph Woll

sunset by @hischier-papaya for @ lifeofpriya

William Nylander

I Wish You Would by @wildrangers for @ typical-simplelove

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

somehow still stuck on you by @matthewtkachuk for @ boqvistsbabe

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to by @tonyspep for @ laurenairay

if the person you wrote for hasn’t read and reblogged your fic, please tell me.

i only tag the person who wrote the fic as there are limited tags.

[trollprincess]

Okay, so. “The Apprentice.”

Before we go in, if you’re going to watch this film, keep in mind trigger warnings for marital rape and racial, religious, and homophobic slurs.

Now, I would cut for spoilers, but I feel like at this point we should all know enough about Trump’s past that none of this is a spoiler. It’s a bit like saying “The boat sinks” about “Titanic.” Well, yes, it does, but the devil’s in the details.

Anyway. The movie focuses on a younger Trump’s mentorship under attorney, known scumbag, and gay-but-let’s-pretend-he’s-not Roy Cohn. (Let’s put it this way. If he’d died now instead of ‘86, the “I didn’t know the leopards would eat my face” song would be playing over celebratory TikToks.) Cohn proceeds to mold him into the douchebag we all know and loathe, and ends up getting bitten in the process. (Just as a note, this prompted me to get a Cohn biography so I could beef up on just how awful he was in even more detail than I already know.)

The film itself is very well-made. There are choices in terms of camera usage (making it look more 70s and 80s), storytelling, foreshadowing current events, etc., that are very well done. At the beginning, you almost have a smidge of sympathy for Trump, although it’s a HUGE almost. (It’s clear he was raised by a dick and wants to be like said dick, when maybe he would have been better off if his father croaked when he was little and his mother had all the control over his raising and that of his siblings.) Like, there is a *hint* that he might be redeemable if the right person got their hands on him. Instead, it’s Roy Cohn, and we have the six-foot pile of chinchilla diarrhea we have now.

So here’s the thing. I think anybody who heard Jeremy Strong was cast as Cohn thought, “Now that’s perfect casting.” And it is! He looks like him, he sounds like him, he plays him as manipulative sewer sludge. I will be incredibly surprised if he doesn’t get an Oscar nomination for best supporting actor. Every time he’s on screen, you’re drawn to him. He’s a monster, but a monster you want to keep your eyes on, either to see what he pulls next or to see if he finally gets what he fucking deserves.

But you know what was a delightful surprise? Sebastian Stan as Donald Trump. No, I’m not kidding. I mean, no, Trump is not delightful, but I know a lot of people were like, “Aw, SebStan as Trump? Come on.” The thing is, he’s *good*. Obviously, Trump in 2024 is an absolute cartoon of a human being, but all those tics and vocabulary choices and style choices came over time. The Trump at the beginning of the movie is a sliver of what he is now. You can see him if you squint, but you’re still working on SebStan in a bad wig. By the end of the movie, though? He IS Trump in the late 80s. He moves like him, speaks like him, brags like him. It’s as if the current Trump is him turned up to eleven, and SebStan at the end of the movie is him at about five tilting toward six. The last scene is him speaking to the ghost writer of “Art of the Deal,” and you can see Marla Maples-era Trump *right there.* It’s not a comic impression, it is a very real and respectable performance.

I feel like I should also mention that Maria Bakalova portrays an empathetic Ivana, especially given the mentioned rape scene and the moment when she shows Cohn something approaching real sympathy. I think she may be overshadowed in terms of awards by Strong and Stan, but she does a commendable turn as the first of the three wives Trump bulldozes through as his desires change with the wind.

It’s entirely unsurprising that the Trump campaign wouldn’t want this movie released. I mean, for starters, the marital rape scene is horrific and upsetting. But I think they should also be worried about just how much Trump seems to lift wholesale from other people without attribution - Cohn’s rules for life, Reagan’s campaign slogan - not to mention Cohn repeatedly getting him out of shit that should make any average American enraged. Why in God’s name would you support someone who got out of federal discrimination charges and $160 million in taxes for building a hotel using Cohn’s expertise with blackmail?

Of course, that requires the entire movie to be true, and … well, even the most historically accurate movies have their flaws. The problem here is that the people who worship him aren’t going to believe anything bad about him, and the people who wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire are bound to feel that even if something isn’t true, it *sounds* like something he’d do. So fact-checking “The Apprentice” is like fact-checking Cocomelon. Your toddler doesn’t care as long as you give them the damn iPad. But at least with Cocomelon, if you just give them the iPad and walk away with your hands up in defeat, your toddler is probably not going to threaten to set the house on fire because Cocomelon told them to.

So yes, anyway, an excellent movie. I hope someone else is president when it gets nominated for Academy Awards because Jesus fucking Christ.

[jean-meowreau]

Ohhh maybe something jerejean for jeans birthday???? - @sirfatcat-mccatterson

Jeremy quietly clears his throat.

Jean grimaces and peeks open a single eye, directing all of his nastiness at Jeremy with one gray eye bursting with malice. "Quoi, Jérémy?" he asks, voice raspy with sleep. He shifts beneath his blanket onto his side, shivering and tucking the material up to his chin when it falls and exposes his chest.

He watches the blond nervously bite at his lip and shift on his feet. He sighs, and Jean closes his eyes to fall back asleep, when he hears, "Joyeaux Anniversaire," in shoddy French.

This time both eyes fly open to glare daggers at Jeremy. "Did you tell the others?"

"No. I know how you value your privacy," Jeremy says quietly, suddenly looking unsure of himself.

He sits up, wrapping the blanket tight around himself, before scowling as he asks, "How did you know? Was it Kevin?"

Jeremy shakes his head no. Jean perks his brow, prompting an answer.

"You remember that last weekend I went back to visit my family?"

"Yes," Jean grimaces. "You were very sad and quiet when you came back. It was annoying. I like your smile." Jeremy lights up at the words and Jean's scowl deepens. "Do not read into that."

"I'm illiterate!" Jeremy says quickly, and maybe a little too loud. He covers his mouth with his own hand on Jean's behalf.

"Why is your family important to this story?"

Jeremy shuffles around on his feet for a few seconds before quietly saying, "I have a trust fund."

"Okay?"

"And I am allowed to use my money however I want."

"Jeremy, you did not buy me something stupid, did you?"

"Well, I was going to buy you a car, and then as I was looking into transferring the title I found out you have a conservatorship and and anything I tried to give you would be automatically given to--"

"Do not say a name," Jean mutters. His voice is flat. He already knows. He does not wish to hear it aloud.

"So, I..." Jeremy shifts his weight between his feet a few more times before producing a file folder he'd been holding behind his back. He crosses the room and holds it out to Jean, who takes it while still glaring him down. "I bought... you."

Jean's face pales. He stares at the blank front of the manila folder, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind at once. He swallows thickly, fingers trembling as he picks at the edges of the folder. "You own me, now," he says quietly. Kevin said Jeremy was supposed to be good people. Maybe they had different definitions of what that meant.

"What? No, wait--" Jeremy laughs awkwardly. "Nobody owns you. I paid off your family's debt and you're a free man."

Jean furrows his brow, staring hard at the folder in his hands. "What is this?"

"Your medical history, birth certificate, and the deeds to some property in France and some property in West Virginia."

Jean frowns, picking at the corner of the folder. "Did they mention someone named Elodie?" he asks quietly.

"They said that's who the property is from. It's uhm-- it was a death transfer," Jeremy whispers.

Jean nods, staring still at the blank vaguely yellow paper holding every notation of his entire life up to this point. "I should thank you, shouldn't I?" he asks quietly.

Jeremy drops to his knees in front of where Jean is sitting at the edge of his bed, warm hands settling against his thighs right before his knees. "I don't want your gratitude. It's everything you deserve just to be yourself and live your life."

"Jeremy--"

"No. Your present will come later today. This just happened to be delivered this morning. Finish sleeping in and meet us downstairs for some protein pancakes and then we will go to the gym. Just you and me."

Jean nods shakily. "Can you ask if Cat will let me ride her bike?"

"You should ask her. She has something for you."

Jean narrows his eyes at Jeremy's smile. "You said you didn't tell anyone."

"I may be a liar. But it's only them - how else could I float a random pancake breakfast for you?"

"You're on thin ice," Jean mumbles. He reaches for the hem of Jeremy's shirt before he can leave the room, unable to make eye contact. But he tugs at the material twice before looking from the blond to the folder in his lap.

Jeremy smiles, taking the gratitude for what it was, before brushing his knuckles against Jean's cheekbone. "Anything for you." He doesn't tell Jean how pretty he looks flustered this way, much as he wants to. He instead leaves the room silently once he is released, smiling invitingly at Jean before he shuts the door.

[amypihcs]

I am going insane over this. Imagine having him look at you like this and NOT immediately falling in love. No wonder Watson is so ride or die for this man.

[biscutpoo]

This fic idea is very gruesome, turn away if you are squeamish:

In the next saga of TSC but somehow angstier ideas imagine.... TSC but omegaverse AU. Everything that happened to Jean would be somehow worse if he was an omega.

- Riko asking for volunteers his freshman year to help Jean through his heats.

- Maybe Kevin helped sneak Jean suppressants but then after he left Jean was forced to rely on Riko's mercy.

- Zane promising to keep Grayson out of Jean's room during his heat but then betraying that promise.

- Grayson is kind of already in his own omegaverse in Canon, he has some fetish about biting Jean's neck like he's trying to form a mating bond.

- the whole incident in Palmetto would be 2x worse if Jean wasn't losing his mind about Riko being dead but actually found out he was pregnant from Grayson's SA and tried to carve that piece of Grayson out from his belly.

- of course Mafia families like the Moreaus are still practicing antiquated traditions of selling omegas. I like the idea of Riko being a beta who desperately wants to be an alpha and Kevin as an alpha because it only worsens Riko's insecurity complex.

- Jean being terrified to join the Trojans at first, learning that the way omegas are treated in the Nest isn't normal. Like maybe they made him play through heats at the Nest and the first time he goes into heat at USC he is so terrified and tries to hide it but the whole team is horrified he tried to show up to practice like that.

- Jean slowly coming to enjoy his heats and falling in love with Jeremy.

- then maybe Jean is in a better place and finds out he's pregnant again but this time, it's Jeremy's. And for the first time he really wants to keep it even though being pregnant is super triggering for him cuz of Grayson. But he can't play exy if he's pregnant, it'll slow him down and he needs to play exy to survive. Maybe he won't ever be able to have kids and he shouldn't want to because any kid he has will be a Moreau and belong to the Moriyamas the same way he does and no kid deserves that. But Jean is just heartbroken about it because he's never wanted something like this before and they never let him keep any of the others while he was in the Nest and he can't shake the image of a pup with Jeremy's dimples and Jean's eyes.

- I'm sorry I just realized that means Jean would have been 16 the first time he got pregnant and they made him get an abortion and that's somehow more heartbreaking.

- Jean quietly asking Cat for abortion pills because she's the only other omega on the team he trusts and just breaking down when Cat asks if he's going to talk to Jeremy about it.

- Jeremy's stepfather's family is probably super rich and powerful so even the Moriyamas would have to think twice about touching Jean if he married into that family.

- there's prob some omegaverse sexism about omegas playing exy since exy is such a violent sport so most of the omega players aren't "out" about their dynamics. Jean could be an unwilling trailblazer for omega rights because he's the best backliner in the NCAA and he's an omega.

- obviously Neil would be the way more outspoken omega rights activist though cuz he gives no shits about putting alphas in their place.

- I don't really know where I'm going with this but character development would probably be Jean overcoming his trauma and getting to keep the pup come hell or high water. And then he marries Jeremy and they live happily ever after, hurrah!

[antyoneelse]

(Screaming about Beetlejuice Beetlejuice into the void):

Even if Beetlejuice Beetlejuice has a lot of problems with it, I can’t say I disliked it. I mean, I saw it five times— maybe my fixation goggles are on too tight, but I enjoyed it for what it was even if the original movie (and cartoon!!) are leagues above it. Here are my thoughts (mostly about the characters and their stories).

I was very dissapointed with Delores’ story, as a lot of people are. I wasn’t super interested in her from the start, and that makes me seriously dislike her overall… but if she were actually given more screentime, more plot relevance, and a bigger part of the climax, I am sure she would have been amazing.

I thought Astrid was a brat, and I do love her, but fleshing out her motivations better would’ve been, y’know, a Helluva lot better for the story. This goes in line with Richard— we don’t see him until halfway through the movie (unless you count the few seconds of him in pictures), and maybe I’m dense but that really disconnected me from him as a character and plot point. His only use is to create and then fix the drama between Astrid and Lydia. His character design is really awesome though.

Jeremy Frasier, I don’t really know what to say about him. I liked his introduction but I feel like his plot with Astrid was the most normal in the whole movie, and took away the original Beetlejuice vibe so thoroughly, it was disappointing. Really disconnected from everything else, and just kind of solved through Beetlejuice in a useless, albeit funny, way. I don’t know, he drives the plot forward by making Lyds interact with Beej and keep the family in Winter River, but I don’t especially like him.

I actually liked what Rory added to the story, though I feel like it messed up Lydia’s characterization a lot. I guess since most of the exposition for Lydia’s life since the events of Beetlejuice 1988 were told verbally, we missed out on a lot of what makes adult Lydia who she is… who is very different from the generally strong, moody, but troubled kid she is in the original. Now that I’m thinking about it, it really felt like I was just looking at Winona Ryder in goth clothing. I love her, but it didn’t feel the same. Rory was a dumb jerk, but I love hating dumb jerk characters.

Beetlejuice himself was probably my favorite part of the movie, though he was less strange and unusual than he was in the original. Fun visual gags with him, he’s still witty, Keaton is in his 70’s and still playing him and that itself I think deserves some praise.

Also, Delia was flawless, I don’t know whatever else to say about her. I love Delia no matter what lmao, only one who made me consistently laugh throughout the movie. Catherine O’Hara rocks.

I think the biggest issue I have with the movie is how reliant it is on verbal exposition, since we’ve missed years of the characters’ lives. It makes some things not make sense on the first watch-through, and frustrating on consequent ones, and messes up character believability to a really sad extent.

All this being said, I still really love the movie. Maybe when my fixation wanes I’ll have more mixed feelings, but I still appreciate it for being the catalyst that got me involved in the fandom, and I still think it’s really fun to watch.

If you read this far, thanks! I am very mentally focused on Beetlejuice right now, and would love to be friends if you are, as well. Having conversations about the plot (be it movie, both movies, musical, cartoon, or hypothetical plots) would be really awesome.

P.S. I do NOT fw the Beetlejuice baby I am throwing that thing in a meat locker and leaving it there. I hate it.

[ajesterwrites]

2. first day magic

summary: you reunite with old friends and meet the new guy at school.

pairings: reader x bonnie bennett (platonic), reader x caroline forbes (platonic), reader x jeremy gilbert (familial), reader x stefan salvatore

warnings: implied drug use, sensitive matt, slight caroline mistreatment 😔, flirty bonnie

word count: 2.1K

When Bonnie's car rolled past the school sign, that might as well have said 'Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay!' you knew you were in for a bumpy ride.

Going back to school wasn't as glamorous as everyone tried to convince you it was. Sure, it was an opportunity to reunite with friends. But it was also a time for everyone to flaunt their evolution, whereas you stood there like a bland, dry, moldy sandwich.

Everyone seemed to change at least one way or another, whether it was mentally or physically. And despite it being the small period where you sized up everyone in search of any alterations, chances were you were the one getting judged—especially if you weren't well-liked among your peers.

As you and Bonnie walked down the broad hallways teeming with new faces and unfortunately very old ones, you listened to Bonnie's various (but very diverse) comments with an amused smile etched on your face.

"Major lack of real estate," Bonnie remarked. Her gaze stopped at one of your peers. "Look at the shower curtain on Kelly Beach. She looks like a hot—can I still say tranny mess?"

"Mmm, I think that's out."

"Ah," Bonnie said as they approached their side-by-side lockers which could in no way be a coincidence. "Find a man, coin a phrase. It's a busy year."

"Yeah well if I know you, you can do both in no time. Plus ten bucks says you're getting valedictorian senior year."

Bonnie opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out. Her eyes were fixed on something that seemed far, but close at the same time.

"What are you looking at?"

Of course you shouldn't have had to ask. But when you turned, you spotted a familiar blonde jock by his locker, wearing his red school-issued hoodie and white earbuds as he looked at you grimly, in his usual depressed slump.

He was physically close. But emotionally? Very, very distant.

Unlike with Bonnie, there were hard, cold feelings between you and him. The one-sided bad blood didn't stop you from waving at him. But all he did was slam the door to his locker and walk away. Just like you had walked away from him.

You exhaled and turned around to meet Bonnie's sympathetic eyes and apologetic smile. "He hates me, doesn't he?" You asked. Just like that, your happiness levels were back to zero. But perhaps this was the universe's way of punishing you. If so, it needed to work a bit harder. "Am I a terrible person or what?"

"You're not, trust me," Bonnie assured you. "And that's not hate. That's you dumped me but I'm too cool to show it but I'm secretly listening to Air Supply's greatest hits."

"Air Supply?" You repeated, a sour look on your face. "No Macy Gray or Ashanti? Maybe he deserved to get dumped after all."

"Wow you really are a terrible person," Bonnie joked. You giggled. It sure was good to be back.

But you couldn't help but think about Matt...you'd been trying to be funny, but he had every right to hate you. More rights than he knew. You had been a terrible person to him. You'd been terrible to everyone.

"Y/N!" A peppy voice squealed—a sound that could only belong to a certain blonde captain of the cheerleading squad. The pair turned to see Caroline Forbes striding towards them, and before you could offer a greeting, you were engulfed in a smothering hug. "Oh my god! How are you?"

"Suffocating," You strained, looking at Bonnie, who stifled a laugh.

"Oh, it's so good to see you," Caroline voiced when she finally pulled away and turned to Bonnie. "How is she? Is she good?"

"Wow, if only I was standing right here so you could ask me yourself."

Caroline looked at you and smiled pitifully. "I've missed that amazingly wry humor of yours, you poor thing."

"I'm sure you have..." You responded flatly, earning a be nice look from Bonnie. At this, you took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I flaked this summer."

"No worries, I totally understood," Caroline said enthusiastically, offering up a sunny smile that would make anyone understand why she was the cheer captain instead of anyone else. She didn't just have the talent or looks—she had the beaming spirit. "See you guys later?"

"Yep, totally," You promised, and Caroline nodded before hurrying away, probably to plan some afterschool event you didn't know about. You looked at Bonnie, the dramatic grin still plastered onto your face.

"You can stop smiling now," Bonnie said, mentally cringing. "You look like one of my Gram's vintage china dolls. It's kind of freaking me out."

"Sorry," You muttered and lost the grin. "Force of habit."

Bonnie laughed. "I'll say."

You proceeded down the hallways together, deciding to pass the time by searching for any other changes. Suddenly, Bonnie quietly gasped and seized your arm."Hold up. Who's this?"

You stood on your tippy-toes to look at the dark-haired boy your bestie was ogling. You couldn't see his face, just the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was speaking to the receptionist. The first thing you noticed was his accessory of choice and raised an eyebrow.

"Someone who apparently likes wearing sunglasses indoors," You commented, moving to the side so you could get a better look. Not that that gave you any luck. Not only did he not move, but you apparently attended a school full of male giraffes. "All I can see is his back."

"It's a hot back," Bonnie said, her eyes trained on the stranger.

"Are we talking about his back or his ass?"

A suggestive smirk came onto her face. "Both."

You gasped, taken back by her boldness. "Bonnie!" You exclaimed and giggled. You weren't used to this side of her, but you weren't complaining. It was comforting to know that even though she changed a bit, you hadn't grown apart. In fact, it was like you never left.

"I'm sensing Seattle," Bonnie said as her slightly squinted eyes bore into his back. "And he plays the guitar."

You scoffed, shaking your head with mild disbelief. "You're really gonna run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?"

"Pretty much."

You started to laugh, but it quickly died down when you heard someone say, "Hey Jeremy, good batch, man." Your head immediately snapped up. Your lips pursed with disapproval as your eyes fixed on your brother, who was mindlessly walking into the men's room.

"Oh hell no," You muttered. "I'll be right back."

Bonnie nodded, though her focus was still entirely trained on the new kid, and you beelined for the restroom. Jeremy stood in front of the mirror, tilted his head back as he squeezed eye drops into his pupils. Just as you made your way to him, a redhead boy emerged from the stall. "Woah, pants down, chick!" He exclaimed. You grabbed him by the collar and jerked him back.

"Talk to me like that again, and I'll sew your lips together," You threatened. Your eyes drilled into his hormonal soul.

The boy violently nodded. With an innocent smile, you released him He ran for the halls without a second thought. "Gross, he didn't even wash his hands," You realized aloud and grimaced. Boys.

You shifted your attention to Jeremy. You'd given him the you're-so-much-better-than-this talk several times in the two weeks you'd been back. Now it was time for action.

Without warning, you grabbed his face, intentionally digging your nails into his skin as you studied his normal-looking eyes. You remembered your dad telling you that eye drops could reverse the rheumy dilation effect of marijuana. That was before your drug issue came to light.

Jeremy shoved you away.

"Great," You said, deadpan. "You haven't even been here for five minutes and you're already stoned. Way to go, Jeremy."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb," You snapped. It didn't take long for you to understand that the only reason he called Bonnie to pick you up was because he didn't want to get caught. The joke was on you for being so naive and thinking that he actually cared about you. You brazenly pat him down, even trying to peek inside his pockets. "Where is it? Is it on you?"

"What, are you crazy?" He yelled, swatting your hands away. "Fuck off!"

"Give it to me before I get them myself!" You hissed.

"Maybe you should lay off because I got them from your boyfriend!

"Ryder is not my boyfriend," You snarled. "And I don't care who you got them from, I'm not gonna stand here and watch you destroy yourself."

"You mean like you did?"

You blinked, caught off hard by his very obvious shot at you. You swallowed hard. "Give them to me," You demanded once more. He stared at you. "Now!"

"Alright!" Jeremy yelled, raising his volume to match yours. He dug a bottle of green caplets, scowling. You were a woman of your word, so you would go through with whatever threat may slip out of your mouth next, especially since he pissed you off by bringing up a touchy subject. "Happy?"

"Over the moon," You quipped, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you snatched the bottle away from him. You walked into an empty stall and flushed the pills down the toilet. When you came back out, you were mildly surprised to see your brother still standing there, his hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned against the wall.

What didn't surprise you, however, was his next statement. "You're a bitch, you know that?"

"And you're a junkie that I'm done letting off the hook," You responded, unfazed. The insults were starting to get a little old. "Jenna may be our legal guardian but Mom and Dad asked me to look after you. So as long as I'm breathing, that's what I'm going to do. You can hate me if you want, but just know that whenever you think you're getting away with this shit, I'll be there to ruin your buzz every single time. Got it?"

Jeremy looked down, refusing to meet your penetrating stare. A. toilet flushed. A kid you didn't recognize left a stall, averting his gaze as he looked up. His stiffness told you that he heard everything, and it wasn't until that moment that you fully registered that you were in the men's room.

When the kid left, Jeremy took that as his cue and scoffed before storming out. You stood there for a moment, frustration bubbling inside of you. But when that finally dispensed, you drew a breath and exhaled before leaving the restroom, deciding to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment.

But the moment you stepped outside, you collided with a firm chest. The force sent you stumbling back. Large hands gripped your waist, keeping you planted on the floor. When you were steady, you found yourself staring into the forest green eyes of a beautiful stranger.

For a moment, you stood there in a daze. You didn't want to use your mouth just yet, knowing there was a chance you'd stumble over your words, but somehow, the silence seemed worse.

"Are you okay?" The stranger asked innocently as you took in his black leather jacket. You nodded. He frowned as he noticed where she'd emerged. His eyes darted to the sign on the restroom door and back to her. "Um...is this the men's room?"

"Wait, hold on. You're that guy." The pieces slowly formed in your mind. He was wearing the same outfit from earlier, but the tinted glasses stuffed into his pocket were a dead giveaway.

Guitar Guy raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

"The one with the hot back," You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He looked taken back by his new nickname...and you were horrified that'd you said it out loud. "Uh, you know what? I'm just gonna..."

You stepped forward at the same time he did, nearly bumping into him yet again. You shared awkward smiles and tried again but the result was the same time. This dance went on for an embarrassing amount of time, and when you were finally able to slip away, your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

You didn't waste time rushing to rejoin Bonnie, but couldn't fight back the smile stretching on your face when you glanced back and saw Guitar Guy staring at you. It seemed you'd made an impression.

Oh, the magic of first days—there was truly nothing like it.

[ilyasorokinn]

can i request "drunk dancing" with swayman?

POST CLINCH CELLY

this is my first sway anything, so i really hope you all enjoy cause i think he's so slay and i love him sm <3

"drunk dancing" (from this prompt list)

tw: alcohol consumption (all legal)

the bruins clinched, so obviously the only right thing to do was celebrate. and celebrate you did. well, you didn't, but you watched jeremy celebrate.

he deserved to celebrate and be celebrated, so you watched from the booth with a few other girls as everyone else danced drunkenly on the dance floor.

jeremy was a protector, so every so often, he would look back at you every once in a while and when he found you, he would wave to you like a kid on a merry-go-round waving to their parents every time they went around.

it would warm your heart as you waved back every time.

he eventually stumbled over to you, slurring apologies to the people he bumped into, before landing in your lap, "hi." a smile easily found it's way onto his face.

"hi, honey." you reached for the water pitcher that wasn't getting very much attention and poured him a glass, "can you drink this for me?"

he took the glass and drank it down, then looked to you, "will you dance with me?"

"i don't think that's a good idea, jer."

"why not? you love this song, don't you?"

you smiled at the confused look on his face, "jeremy, if we tried to dance right now, i think we'd end up flat on our faces because you are so drunk, i don't think you can stand up straight."

"i can stand up just fine." he quickly stood up, stumbled a bit, then caught himself and stood up straight, "see!" he exclaimed.

"all right, maybe. but just one song." you held out your pinky.

"one song." he linked his pinky with you, then set the drink in your hand down then grabbed your hand, and led you onto the dance floor. he spun you around a couple times and sang along to the song, making you laugh.

"are you having fun?" you asked, reaching up and brushing back some of his hair, as a means to tame it.

"yeah." he nodded, leaning into your touch, "we're going to the stanley cup." he giggled. full on giggled.

"yeah, you are." you smiled back, "i'm so proud of you, jer." you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"you and me. couldn't be here without you."

"whatever you say." you hummed.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[ninyard]

6, 12, 13, and 23 for the aftg ask game!

- @you-know-i-get-itt

Already answered 6!

12. Favourite narrative foil?

I don’t know if I have this right I haven’t studied English/literature stuff in…like 8 years and I’m kind of stupid academically so. Forgive me if this analysis is absolutely wrong and not what that means but

I think Andrew/Renee, maybe. Renee who went through a bunch of the same things Andrew went through, becoming kind through her pain. Seeing how ugly and terrible and bad the world can get and just… being so determined to not be that person anymore. She acknowledges the horrible things she’s done with regret and doesn’t feel proud of her actions, she hates the person she used to be, she found light and meaning in life and turned her hatred of the world into smiles and positivity and spreading love like it’s her life’s mission.

And Andrew became bitter. Andrew became angry, and resentful, and lost any blatant outward kindness that he might’ve had. Andrew became violent and hateful and intolerant to bullshit and unkind people. The lessons Andrew learned from his trauma was not that he was the victim of terrible people, but that if terrible people wanted something from him, they would just take it. Renee sees the bad day someone might’ve had, while Andrew sees an asshole who has wronged him. Renee fought back against her abusers when Andrew never could. Andrew took Renee’s knives from her. They’re not true foils of each other, I know that really, but I just love seeing the different responses to the same kinds of trauma. How they started on this path that looked the same and both ended up two totally opposite kinds of people. IDK! that’s not a great analysis rly but yeah!!!

(Neither of their reactions to their trauma is wrong or right btw - just because Andrew’s sounds more insulting and negative, it doesn’t make it a bad response. Renee deserves to be angry and bitter and resentful too. They both rightfully deserve to be pissed at the life they were given. Renee just decided not to outwardly be that way.)

13. Favourite narrative symbolism?

(Was it intentional that number of this q was 13??) The number 13 and the keys I think!!

23. Something you are very sure will happen in TSC2

Kevin and Jean facing off on the court. The jerejean pottery class of course. An argument with Jeremy’s family. MAYBE Jean having the water boarding conversation with someone:

(Things I would like to see that are not so certain: Lukas blaming Jean for Graysons inevitable death, Jeremy losing his cool, Jean gets a sex toy, Ichirou cameo, the Ravens implode from the inside)

[watchmegetobsessed]

so how about some angst with bad boy harry? 👀 anyone wants a sneak peek from what i just started working on? 👀

Yessssss pleaseeeeeee!!:)

okayyy here we gooo (tw it talks about cheating!)

here is a bit of sneak peek into jealous bad boy harry:

“Would you stop airing my private life for everyone?” you hiss at him, looking around to see if anyone has heard him. 

“Then explain to me how you are so stupid that you want to marry a man who doesn’t love you?!”

You’ve had enough. Checking if there is anyone waiting to be served you find no one so you walk out from behind the bar and grab Harry’s wrist, pulling him out through the back door to the empty parking lot behind the building. 

“Who do you think you are? You have no right to talk about me or my relationship like that!”

“Y/N, you are making a huge fucking mistake!”

“A mistake would be trusting someone about dating who has never stayed with a woman for longer than a couple of hours! What the fuck do you know about love or marriage when you can’t even stay until the morning when you fuck someone?”

It might be petty, bringing up his reputation against him just to invalidate his words, but he brought the worst out of you. 

“Because I don’t fucking lie to women about what I want! Your man lied right into your face and then only admitted to cheating when he was busted. You think he wouldn’t do it again? You think he is not doing it now? Cheaters don’t change, Y/N. He doesn’t fucking deserve you.”

“And you do?” you snap at him as your anger takes over your body. Maybe it’s because he brought up what Jeremy did or maybe it’s because he is lecturing you about something he has no right to stick his nose into. “Let me guess, I should ditch Jeremy and run to you? We fuck, have one great night and then leave me like you leave everyone, is that what I should go for? Is that what I deserve?”

He seems to be at a loss of words and that’s new. He probably wasn’t expecting you to call him out so explicitly, but it’s been building up for a while. 

“Do me a favor and stop trying to orchestrate my life. I’m more than capable of making my own decisions. Go and chat up another woman, fuck her so you stop trying to stick your dick inside me.”

[presidentbungus]

unedited sneak peek at the beginning of a spycentric smissmas fic :) team reunion at scout's. i am looking for a beta for this bad boy so hit me up if you have any interest.enjoy

It’s a potent relief when, finally, he knocks on the door and Scout appears behind it, in a hot pink apron covered in a pale approximation of buttercream. It’s less relieving when he’s practically tackled with an embrace that does an excellent job of spreading a pale approximation of buttercream all over the front of a brand new, extremely expensive trenchcoat, but maybe that’s what he deserves for wearing it here.

Scout pulls back and sets a hand on both of his shoulders—which are, notably, still covered in useless bandage, a habit he has apparently never broken—and says, in a voice just as awful as Spy remembers: “Holy shit man I didn’t even think you’d come.”

He could turn around and leave, right now, and change his contact information and vanish into the sea. It takes a substantial amount of effort to keep himself from smiling. “… Good. Thank you for… telling me.”

Scout’s eyes move down, presumably to the frosting all over Spy’s front and he says something along the lines of “Oh crap sorry sorry sorry” and hands start ineffectively scrubbing at his chest. Spy looks over his shoulders into a hallway much longer than the one he was expecting, into a kitchen filled with screeching children and adults already starting on their drinking for the day.

Dreadfully familiar faces circle the island.

Dell stands leaning over the granite, wrapped in an apron and pounding some heinous mixture into submission with a whisk in a mixing-bowl. He’s grown a beard, since Spy last saw him—unkempt, but it certainly suits him. And that hideous hard-hat is nowhere to be seen, but he’s still wearing those awful goggles and it takes Spy a moment to notice those lenses are glaring right at him.

His stomach sinks. Spy turns his attention back towards Scout, slapping his hands away and hissing. “Jeremy—Jeremy, you’re making it worse.”

“I’m—jeez, I’ll get some water or something, okay?”

“It’s fine.” Dell is still looking over—he can feel it, and he won’t dignify it with any more eye contact than strictly needed. Scout is still suggesting solutions and none of them make remotely any sense. “Jeremy, it’s fine. I’ll have it dry-cleaned.” And this still doesn’t stop him, so he asks over him: “Are you going to invite me inside or are you going to spend the entire day smearing buttercream on my coat?”

“Oh. Oh!” He finally gets the idea and moves aside, awkwardly sweeping his hand into the house. “Uh, welcome in, uh, mi casa is you casa, or whatever, should I… take your coat or something?”

He steps inside (it smells like gingerbread) and closes the door behind him when it becomes clear Scout is too distracted to remember to do so. “I assure you I will manage.”

“Okay. By the way you can just call me Scout. If you want.”

And then he continues to stand there and watch Spy start to unbutton his coat like a mud-covered dog begging for food on the side of the road.

“Scout. I appreciate your hospitality, but I can take it from here.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t budge.

“Go away.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Finally, finally, this leads him to scamper back into the commotion of the kitchen.

Spy breathes a sigh of relief, pulling his coat the rest of the way off and looking for a place to store it. There’s a coat rack by the door (which he faintly recognizes as the same one he used decades ago) with what looks like every jacket of every single person currently inside the house piled on top of it—he wrinkles his nose.

He folds his coat into a square and tucks it under his shoulder. Perhaps he’ll hold onto it, for now.

The foyer is large—much larger than what could barely be called a mudroom in the old house, essentially a closet so packed with jackets and shoes and scarves you’d have to pick through it like a minefield, no matter how much Charlotte desperately tried to make them keep it clean. The room is relatively enclosed, though connected to several different spiraling hallways, and the walls are navy-blue, turning cream in the corridors that branch out, and much of the furniture is entirely too new and ornate for Spy’s tastes—largely unused plush leather armchairs, grand mahogany trophy-cases contrasting with the junk they’re filled with, paintings in pristine frames of ships and landscapes and women that must’ve come with the house. It’s almost uncanny, mixed with scraps of furniture and decor he recognizes, basic, well-worn, falling apart.

The interior of the house certainly matches the exterior; expensive-looking without cohesion, presumably fancy to someone who’s never had money before. It’s obvious where Scout’s paychecks were going; he must’ve bought the first and most expensive pseudo-mansion he saw.

Spy knows he’ll have to go properly into the house eventually, but the idea of all those sets of eyes on him at the same time—and one pair in particular, scrutinizing, unimaginable—makes his skin crawl. His hands are buzzing; they’ve been buzzing since before he got to the house. Bare, exposed to the air—he willed himself to go without his gloves, to prove something to himself—to brace for being seen again, that he could bear to be seen again, perhaps—it’s all he can think about, every nerve receptor in his fingertips grazing every stitch of fabric on his coat, intermingling, screaming static into his spine, buzzing all the way back down to the tip of his nose…

Something taps his shoulder—a shockwave through his nervous system—he jerks forward, yelping, and turns around, and it’s Dell, it’s Dell, it’s Dell.

“You alright, friend?”

Spy’s hand darts into a vest pocket and pulls out a set of black leather gloves and slips them on, and relief floods his system. His tongue suddenly stops swelling in his mouth. Smoothly: “Yes, of course.”

Dell smiles apologetically, raising his hands—ungloved, yet his prosthetic hand is nowhere to be seen, both arms perfectly intact and pristine. Curious. “Sorry for startlin’ ya, uh—I know you, uh, don’t… I just kept sayin’ your name and it seemed like you were somewhere else.“

“It’s alright. I was… thinking.” He carefully copies the apprehensive-yet-hopeful expression on Dell’s face, brushing a hand through his hair—still feeling naked, but thankful for the sunglasses. This is manageable.

“… Must be a lot to be here again, huh.”

Spy has braced himself for that question every day for weeks and it still makes him seethe. He smoothly brushes over it. “In a way, yes.” Half-turning away, sheepishly: “Have I… missed anything, yet?”

He laughs. “Nah, nothin’ you’d be real interested in. ‘Less you’ve become a master chef since last time we talked?”

“… I can’t say I have.”

And then there’s nothing else to say, is there.

“Um.” Dell smiles, looks at the ground, and clears his throat. “Well it’s nice to see you again, slim. Been a minute, hasn’t it?”

The surreality of looking at him keeps hitting him over, and over, and over again. He holds out a hand. “Pleased.”

Dell shakes on it. It’s strange to be touching him again. “You’re, uh… lot taller than I remember.”

And he seems to have shrunk, though he doesn’t vocalize this. “I see you’re capable of growing hair.”

“Oh, yeah.” Dell awkwardly passes fingers through his beard, the close-shaved crop of grain on the top of his head. “I thought it’d be… wintery. And all.”

“It suits you.”

“… Thanks.” He blushes, and it’s almost nostalgic, that alone. He always blushed at everything. It emboldened Spy, made him hopeful about the way things would turn out, even if they ended up like they did. 

He frowns.

Dell clears his throat again. “Now, I know you’re… takin’ your time and all, but why don’tchya join us out there? Ya don’t have to help out,” he mumbles, “but there’s a lotta folks who’d like to see you again.”

“I doubt that.”

He frowns, deeper. Awful thing to say.

And he braces himself for something—Dell’s lip peels up and he prepares for the same scolding he always gets, but it never comes.

Dell moves to set a hand on Spy’s shoulder, thinks better of it and pulls it back to himself, and sighs, and somehow that’s worse. “Come with me or don’t. ‘S your decision.”

Spy’s not remotely sure how to respond to that, and he’s sure it’s embarrassingly obvious.

“Look. I appreciate you for coming, but I told myself I wasn’t gonna bend over backwards try’na… teach you somethin’, or… whatever I usually do,” he says, quietly. “I get this is tough for you. I do. And don’t give me that no you don’t look—I’ve spent every other night the past two or three weeks hearing all about how tough this is for you. But I keep tellin’ you, and I hope you know, that this—being here—this is what’s gonna help you.”

“I know,” he lies.

Dell crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed. Spy shrinks further into his coat. “Look, I’m going back to the kitchen,” he mumbles, matter-of-factly. “I told everybody not to come talk to you unless you talked first, so you can take your sweet time out here.” “You shouldn’t have done that.” “I don’t think so either, but what are you gonna do.” There’s a long, long moment where it seems like he’s going to leave it at that, but the look on his face softens—and finally the hand reaches his shoulder, and Dell says: “I really do appreciate you for coming. I hope you know that.”

A tempting you’re welcome dies on Spy’s lips. “... Of course.” And then he tacks on with a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels, the space between his ears at a slow-rolling boil: “Merry Smissmas.”

He laughs through his nose, something genuine, and through mechanisms Spy can’t quite discern the half-smile he offers instantly dissolves every bit of tension between them. “Merry Smissmas, Marce.”

Dell’s hand takes a little bit too long to come away after that, and Spy’s certain they both feel it; then he’s quickly gone, and Spy mourns the moment alone to a degree that frightens him.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Thinking about “Be more chill” and how different things would have been if he didn’t take the squip.

How would things have turned out?

(What if Jeremy never took the squip?)

-I’d say everything from the beginning to Rich telling Jeremy about the SQUIP is the exact same.

- Jeremy and Michael talk, but are more convinced it’s a scam. More skeptical, but decide to investigate the truth.

-They go to Payless and get the SQUIP, but before Jeremy swallows it. Michael asks him to wait.

-“Let’s actually do some research on it before you swallow random stuff.”

-Jeremy had to admit, that would probably be smarter.

-Jeremy and Michael end up chilling at the mall while Michael is googling stuff about the pill. See if anything is legit. Jeremy ends up running into Christine and Jake while going to get a soda.

-Jake isn’t that thrilled to see a third wheel. Jeremy is jealous but doesn’t want to interrupt, but Christine insists he joins them. Much to Jake’s annoyance.

-Jake is vaguely insisting he leaves and Jeremy thinks he’s being threatened and says he’s actually is here with a friend of his and doesn’t want to abandon him.

-Jake makes a comment about Jeremy’s “boyfriend” to which Christine thinks Jeremy might be gay. But Jeremy managed to stammer an explanation that it was a prank from Rich and not accurate.

-Michael catches up to Jeremy and sees the situation. Michael thinking Jeremy is in danger rushes to help his buddy.

-That’s right when Brooke and Chloe show up. Chloe seeing Jake near Christine got jelly and rushed over there.

-The conversation got heated and Christine started feeling awkward. Michael asked Christine if she wanted to hang with him and Jeremy while the two hash things out. To which Christine agrees.

-they end up going to the mall arcade in which Jeremy managed to ask Christine about her and Jake. Michael meanwhile is killing it on DDR.

-Christine answers that Jake said the whole cast was coming, but she realizes that wasn’t the case now.

-she changes the subject and asks what he’s doing at the mall.

-Jeremy stammers out an explanation (poorly) about the SQUIP. Showing Christine.

-“That looks like a green tictac”

-Jeremy embarrassed end up chucking it. Saying he totally got scammed then.

-Christine laughs and says it’s probably for the best. If Rich was the one saying it, and he’s like that… it’s best he didn’t end up like that. She kind of likes the way he is now.

-That caught Jeremy off guard. And only for them to get told it’s Christine’s turn by Michael.

-Christine happily jumps on while Michael asks how it’s going?

-Jeremy said he chucked the Squip. To which Michael said they wasted a chunk of cash on that.

-Jeremy shrugs saying it was probably a scam anyway.

-Michael noticing Jeremy seemed happier. Says it’s probably for the best.

__________________________________________

-the next day Jeremy headed to school, not much different physically, but feeling emotionally a bit more confident.

-Rich, of course went to ask him if he wanted the Squip. Jeremy told him that he thought about it and that he’s good for now. Rich of course just rolls his eyes and calls him a loser.

-Jeremy figured that would happen but now maybe he could talk with Christine again.

-And sure enough, he sees Christine, who actually runs to him. Hugging him.

-That made him redder than a tomato. Apparently after they left the arcade and Christine went back to where the popular were, she overheard Jake and Chloe (making up) and making out. Jake was just using her to spite Chloe.

-Jeremy was shocked, and says he’s sorry.

-Christine said it’s fine, it explains a lot. And since this happened earlier on… it didn’t impact her emotions.

-Jeremy managed to say something along the lines of she deserved better. It was actually quite sweet.

-Christine thanked Jeremy.

-Jeremy managed to ask she wanted to have lunch, with him and Michael. (Baby steps)

-Christine agreed, seeing as they were fun to hang around yesterday.

-Jeremy was really happy with that. It wasn’t a date, but it was lunch, with Christine! Maybe he can more than just survive.

-over the course of a couple of weeks. Jeremy and Christine end up getting closer.

-Christine convinces Jeremy and Michael to come to the Halloween party. They dress up enough that no one really recognizes them and go.

-Rich has his freakout at the party. But Michael not in the bathroom hears Rich asking for Mountain Dew red.

-Michael comments he may have brought his own refreshments but he isn’t sharing. Handing one to Jeremy and Christine.

-Jeremy decides to be nice and gives it to Rich. Who chugs the drink. Thus ending the Squip in his head.

-Rich never burns down Jake’s house. And he doesn’t go to the hospital. Rich hugs Jeremy saying he’s so cool for that. Then running off.

-Jeremy comments that was weird. To which Christine and Michael agree.

-The three end up getting bored of the party and leave to hang at Jeremy’s place. (Jeremy told his dad he is bringing over a girl with Michael and to PLEASE have pants on) to which his dad complies.

-Michael seeing this as a chance for his buddy, says his soda isn’t sitting right and he’s calling it a night.

-Jeremy then realizes that it’s just him and Christine.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ txt as musicals !

pairing: ot5 txt x musicals summary: god. idek where to begin. txt as musicals. word count : 0.6k im actually so sorry i even wrote this wow what was i thinking. if you dont know these songs LISTEN TO THEM.

yeonjun : heathers / mean girls there is also a tiny dash of moulin rouge in him

it boy energy is so reflected throughout BOTH

i’m sorry

definitely a candy store guy

he 100% cracks corny jokes like in stupid w/ love

but the amazing theatricality???

the vocals????

SO yeonjun

and ikik abt the soobin meangirl meme but like

lets be real

jjunie just has that energy

and not in a bad way

like in a 'yeonjun told me to dye my hair purple so i did!' way

and when i say heathers i don't mean the negatives

like that musical is fucked up

i mean the level of iconic-ness (?)

sassy man apocalypse fr

"i like looking hot buying stuff they cannot :3" - yeonjun (definitely)

soobin : six

...

i'm actually so sorry for this one!

he competes with himself, that much is obvious

soobin seems like the type to really question if he deserves something - if his suffering was enough

he's the type to compare past suffering to current

like 'well i suffered back then and i turned out fine, i'm not any more important for suffering now' type of stuff

he's the leader, its his job to be the strongest

and he lets himself have some fun

(i mean his first [?] scandal was him showing his middle toe.)

or he could be super serious like the great leader we all know he is

or he's just a total mess, but yet still so strong ??

hes admirable

he's in the history books fr

beomgyu : hamilton

the perfect balance of chaos and serious

i mean he's literally "lock up your daughters and horses!"

while also being "mom i'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me"

beomgyu was written by lin manuel miranda argue with a wall

its also just so interesting, like gyu

like you could study both hamilton and gyu

a fan favourite

you can't go wrong with hamilton

and you can't go wrong with gyu

hamilton has its… fans

and gyu has his bamtoris

both would doxx you if you speak ill of their favs

the gateway into the community

like gyu was the first member i found out about

and hamilton was the first musical i liked

you dip your toes in, and next thing you know you just spent $25 for some merch

taehyun : hadestown

it’s so sad

yet serene and passionate like tyun

i mean, just look at him

those eyes - that smile!!

boba eyes :3

also, he so was a greek mythology kid

probably bought every percy jackson book / related piece of media when it came out

he knows everything

theres just something so tyun about it all

hadestown is a musical you might not know about

but the second you do you're like "wow wtf i was missing out on literally everything good in this world"

and that's literally tyun too

like if you somehow don't know about vocal king taehyun

the moment you find him obsession forms

or at least in my case

my little tyun🤧

i could see him staring in the mirror going "who are you? who do you think you are"

hueningkai : be more chill (bmc)

you can not tell me this boy didn't have some sort of issue making friends

the photos of him sitting alone at lunch (?) pre-debut???

hes so jeremy heere

because he's really just a sweetie

but no one notices him besides his very close friends

definitely would almost accidentally take over the state of new jersey

type of boy to go all the way if he likes a person

im talking joining the same clubs as them

and even joining the friend group they're in

all of it

we all know he used to think so poorly of himself and talk down on himself

like he had those voices in his head

has his michael in the bathroom moments

thinks he's a loner, a loser, a freak

you know the usual high school insults

but he's able to grow confident, with some help

i luv hueningkai ;3

and i luv be more chill

authors note : i lied this is not based off of making the bed. my bad. whoops. maybe next time!

©2024 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work