#what an idiot I am

[elisela]

‘this is my husband/boyfriend/partner etc.’ + NurseyDex

that's mine nurseydex, alternating pov

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Nursey goes flying. Headfirst into the goal, arms flailing, Will thinks he hears a yelp sort of flying. He only resists the urge to roll his eyes because Bitty’s looking right at him and he doesn’t want a lecture. 

Still—when one of the assholes on the other team barks out a laugh and says, “Who was that, Bambi?”, Will can’t help but sigh.

“That’s my teammate, asshole,” he says, and cuts over to check him against the boards. 

—

Derek misses the days that the frogs were wide-eyed and respectful in the Haus. These kids—he’s going to need some sense knocked into them soon. They’re loud, rowdy, and far too interested in integrating into the group by joining in on the teasing, which is a right they have not yet earned.

Like now, when they’re giggling to themselves and looking at him.

“So—” one of them starts, smirking, and never finishes.

“So,” Derek repeats, jerking his thumb at Dex, “that’s my roommate.”

The laughter grates on his nerves, but not as much as pretending he doesn’t care about sharing a room with Dex.

—

Nursey is … singing? Will thinks that’s what he’s trying to do at least, and he’s heard him sing almost every day in the shower so the warbling coming out of his mouth is surprising. He’s not saying Nursey is good by any means, but he can sound decent with the right song and this … this is not the right song.

He doubts the fact that all the words being slurred thanks to being absolutely trashed is helping.

Will stays at the bar until the song is done, resolutely facing away from the somewhat dimly-lit karaoke stage so he doesn’t get dragged into participating. Luckily—or not, considering Ransom and Holster seem to have disappeared so the drunken idiot is now his responsibility—Nursey doesn’t say anything when he comes crashing up to the bar except, “Tequila shots?”

Will can barely understand him, but the look on his face—the one that appears whenever Nursey thinks he’s had a particularly good idea—speaks volumes. “Water,” he says firmly, sliding a waiting pint glass over. 

He really doesn’t understand whatever Nursey mumbles then, but he has more pressing problems, because his lap—previously empty of everything except his coat—is now occupied. “Jesus,” he mutters, trying to wiggle away. “Dude—Nursey—”

“S’comfy,” Nursey says, and Will tries once more to get him to move to his own seat with no avail.

The bartender, when she returns, gives Will a raised eyebrow. “He bothering you? I can get him out.”

Will sighs. “He’s a friend,” he says, and adds, “so he pretty much bothers me all the time.”

“Ya love me, pretty boy,” Nursey says. He starts to laugh—at what, Will has no clue—but it makes him wiggle in a way that Will isn’t sure he’s entirely comfortable with, and Nursey goes sliding to his own seat after another shove.

“Shut up and drink your water,” Will says, and motions to close their tab.

—

“That’s Jack,” Derek says, nudging his grandmother and pointing at the television, where Jack is leaning on the boards and chatting with the coach. “He’s on the Falconers.”

“I’m rooting for them,” she says, and tuts when Derek makes an aborted noise. “Hush, you don’t get to choose who I like. Is he a defender?”

Derek’s been playing hockey most of his life and every time he watches a game with his grandma it’s like she’s never heard of the sport before. “No, he’s not a defenseman,” he says. God help him, he’s never going to get through this game alive. 

The shot switches to a close-up and she hums. “Handsome.”

Derek shrugs. Jack’s fine, he supposes. A bit too bland for him, nothing that really stands out, not like—”And that’s Dex—Will—over there, in the white. Will—he’s my—” he swallows a bit too hard.

“If you think I haven’t figured out you like men and women, Derek, we’re going to need to have a conversation regarding your assumptions about my intelligence.”

He wonders if God would actually strike him down if he prayed hard enough. “He’s my boyfriend, Gram,” he says, staring resolutely at the television.

She hums again. “That Jack is more handsome though, don’t you think?”

It’s going to be a long game.

—

Will’s trying to hide. Table at the back, hat still on and pulled down low, black hoodie and black jeans. Anything to make himself blend into the background, because he doesn’t want to be caught dead here.

He also doesn’t want to be involved in any conversations, not that the girls at the table next to him have picked up on that. He’d made two fatal errors: being cordial when one of them had said hello, and admitting he’s never been to an open-mic poetry night.

They haven’t stopped talking to him since. 

“Okay, this guy—I’m not sure he’s your type, you know? Not that you aren’t like, super intelligent—I mean you’re here, right, so obviously—but he has a lot of heavy themes in his work if you really dig in and you really need to hear them a few times to peel back the layers. I’m hoping he reads the tree above the grave again, it’s—”

She cuts off, finally, when a cough sounds from the front and Derek begins to speak. There’s utter silence while he recites words that Will’s heard a hundred times over in various iterations, tweaked and stressed and polished until he could probably say them in his sleep, then an excited outburst of conversation among applaus when it’s over.

“Amazing, right?” she says, and keeps talking while Will nods. “Have you heard of him before?”

Will looks at her. “He’s the one I came for,” he answers honestly, grinning for the first time all night when he sees Derek making his way over. “He’s my husband.”

[xx-your-new-obsession-xx]

I just realized how late it is and why I'm so hungry lol I haven't eaten in 12 hours 😂 and all I've done since I got out of the shower, 3 freaking hours ago, is lay in my bed and listen to old Taking Back Sunday albums 🤦🏻‍♀️

[tempobrucera]

The summaries for the four options <3

Thomas, Ethan and you are childhood friends and you reunite for a for a nostalgic summer vacation. As you relive old memories and create new ones, you begin to realise that your feelings for each other have grown beyond friendship. You spend your days playing in the waves, collecting seashells, and watching the sunset, all while navigating the complexities of a sudden and unexpected love triangle.

You meet two strangers at a beach party and spend the night laughing and dancing under the starry sky. As you watch the sunrise together, you decide to spend the rest of the summer exploring the beach and spend more time together. As you grow closer, you realise that your connection is more than just a summer fling.

Thomas, Ethan and you are all artists in your own ways. You spend your summer days creating at the beach in a beach house you rented. As you inspire each other and learn from each other, you begin to develop a deep and meaningful connection. You spend your evenings having quiet picnics on the sand and gazing at the stars, watching the sun set over the ocean. All while falling in love in a beautiful way. Like artists do.

A time-travel romance where Ethan, Thomas and you are from different eras and are transported to a summer beach destination and must navigate the complexities of love and time. As you explore the beauty of the beach and the mysteries of time travel, you begin to realise that your connection is more than just a coincidence.

[taketheplanspinitsideways]

I'm feeling so horribly sad and disappointed at the moment that I just can't even read the many fanfics I have bookmarked, I can't reblog anything to do with buddie, I don't want to read you-know-who's interviews and I just want a break from it all for a while

[xo8ball]

i love everything about you that is weird. btw. if you even care.

[bluebellhairpin]

My hair is so greasy and my forehead looks like I got a second degree burn I look so awful it's embarrassing.

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

"Nora doesn't know anything about the things she writes about" "aftg is terrible queer rep" "the queer characters in aftg are so problematic"

Idk guys maybe the book series abt problematic ppl set in 2006 and written in the mid 2010s shouldn't be expected to hold up against scrutiny of what we consider to be moral and correct now, in 2024

Idk tho, idk

[grnherbs]

Good afternoon. I left work early, just had to talk to you. Do tell me about your day?

- A.W

hi wesker ! <3

you left work early to talk to me? 😵‍💫

i had a super boring day, i have a chemistry test tomorrow at uni so I'm finishing up some revision.

how are you?

[lotus-pear]

smoke break

[krysmcscience]

Look, Aym, I know you wanna annoy your big bro sometimes, but y'all really gotta stop putting the death god into silly mode. He is Very Dangerous, you see. ŎuŎ;

this idea wouldn't go away until i drew it so here it is lmfao

[hikaaa-bi]

tma avatars: “we're gonna fuck you up in the most terrifying ways imaginable, we're gonna leave you with long-lasting trauma, both physical and psychological. you'll regret ever coming into contact with us.”

tmagp avatars: “i'm made of needles and i love cuddling people you don't think i'm scary??? >:(( how dare you” “i grew a goatee and started dressing up as a mysterious figure just because i got a cool haunted artifact. alright let me just roll this cursed dice one last time, it's surely not going to kill me brutally”

[maskerat]

yes, I've watched the video. now this man is my new hyperfixation. expect more art of him soon I suppose.

[fazcinatingblog]

guys method of flirting is to compliment your name and then tell your profession is short lived because computer programs will do it all soon

[mblue-art]

so like... teeth... fangs, even.........

(silly) xtra under the cut

smfh tfw ur trying to joke but friend snitches you tf out

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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