#whizzer in the matching shirt

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

yes but what will you give me if I do

CALLING ALL ARTISTS!!!

*visible shaking* draw marvin in this.

[falsenettleland]

just thinking about trindel and whizzvin’s respective workout scenes and costumes…

the black and white contrast + the slightly different shades of teal. then the pink and purple in their outfits being the exact same !!

the part where trina and mendel exercise in a day in falsettoland shows how they deal with issues, or rather, “work it out”

the black in trina’s outfit matches her negative view and stormy emotions. mendel, on the other hand, tries to keep a positive attitude, which matches his brighter colors.

despite these differences, they are still very much in sync physically, like how their outfits are. they function harmoniously as a pair on the outside. their workout is not disrupted, but the verbal conflict they have is not resolved.

when trina tries to “work it out” by herself, her inner turmoil does not decrease. rather, ruminating on the subject leads to further frustration.

when trina and mendel “work it out” together, her frustrations are not resolved, either. they practice the same workout routine, much how they’ve practiced this same conversation that involves mendel telling trina to drop the subject (since the topic frustrates mendel himself, too, because he doesn’t want trina to be so worked up about her ex)

whizzer wearing all-white tight shirt and shorts, while marvin has a very colorful and loose outfit. but their wristbands and socks compliment each other’s outfits. whizzer has a red wristband and socks with color, and marvin is wearing a white wristband and white socks.

marvin and whizzer’s respective wristbands don’t fit in with their outfits when they are alone. however, they make sense when they are together. like their outfits, whizzer and marvin and not complete when they are not together.

whizzer’s outfit showcases his confidence, attention to how he dresses, and athleticism (to have a designated outfit for working out that’s like that, and to have muscles like that). There’s are all conventionally attractive traits.

marvin’s outfit conveys his disinterest in both sports and fashion. he opts for more baggy clothing, which hides more. marvin can’t display the confidence that whizzer can.

the game is a metaphor for their relationship. not only do they have contrasting outfits, but they also have contrasting ways they play, which says things about their relationship. whizzer is more confident and experienced than marvin is when playing. sex and games are compared by whizzer in the song, so it can be inferred this game is a metaphor for their love life, and that this is how it is in their relationship. (“i’ll attack” whizzer says, while looking at marvin’s ass. i love innuendos…)

while trina and mendel’s workout runs smoothly, whizzer and marvin’s game is frequently interrupted by their own banter or difference in skill. however, it’s filled with laughter and fun. they love spending time together.

[nevertochange-evertoshare]

🎵I would kill for that thrill of first love🎵

(Please ignore how wrinkled the shirt is and the fact that I couldn't be bothered to dig out my dress pants and just put on jeggings)

[dogwhizzer]

.hi everyone

[ID: several pictures of Falsettos. All but the last one are of the revival proshoot, and the last one is of In Trousers. On top of each image, there is one or more of Tumblr's banned words, written in black text on a white background

In the first image, Marvin, Mendel, Jason and Whizzer (left to right) are in the middle of a dance, dressed in clothes reminiscent of the biblical era. The words are placed above each one of them, and all of them read "bitch". End ID

In the second image, Whizzer sits in front of Marvin, Charlotte and Cordelia at the baseball game. Marvin is reaching out to touch Whizzer's hair, while Cordelia tries not to laugh and Charlotte tries not to look. The words read "bimbo" (placed on Cordelia), "bald" (placed on top of Whizzer's head), and "ass" (placed next to Marvin. End ID

In the third image, Trina stands behind a table, with a bowl on either side of her. She is violently slicing at a banana with a knife, and looks intensely focused on doing so. The words read "knife" and "knives" (placed to the left of her), "MILF" (placed to the right of her) and "anxiety" (placed below MILF) end ID

In the fourth image, Charlotte is pulling Cordelia closer to her by the tie of her apron. Cordelia looks pleased. The words read "girl", "girlfriend" and "girls", and all of them are placed to the bottom left of the image. End ID

In the fifth image, Marvin, Mendel, Jason and Whizzer are standing together in the dark, pulling weird poses. They are all wearing matching outfits: a white cap with an orange band, white gloves, a white t-shirt and white shorts with two orange bands at the bottom. the text, placed in the middle bottom of the image, reads "misogyny". End ID

In the sixth image, Whizzer lies asleep on one side of a bed. On the other side, Marvin is sat up, raising the bedsheet with one hand and peering under it. The words read "peek", "peep", and "penis" (placed to the left of Marvin), and "package" (placed above Whizzer). End ID

In the seventh image, a smirking Jason stands in the middle of Marvin, who looks tired and is running a hand over his face, and Trina, who looks like she's trying to plead with him. The words read "single dad" (placed to the left of Marvin), "single mom" (placed to the right of Trina), and "minor" (placed in the middle, roughly on Jason's chest). End ID

In the eighth image, Marvin stands with his arm leaning on the set piece. To the right of him, Whizzer stands, running both hands through his hair. To the right of him, Mendel stands, holding his hands as if he's gesturing to himself. The words read "homo" (placed to the left of Marvin), "twunk" (placed around Whizzer's knees), and "insomnia" (placed on Mendel). There is a faint watermark on the image in a dark blue, reading "DILF". End ID

In the ninth image, Jason is wearing Walkman headphones and dancing to himself. the words read "[colour] stim", "stim board", "stim toy", "stimblr" and "stimboard" (placed to the left of Jason) and "ACAB" (placed at the right of Jason). End ID

In the tenth image, Marvin stands in the middle of the stage in a bathrobe. On his left, his high school sweetheart and his wife (Trina) sit on chairs, looking very tired. On his right is Miss Goldberg, also on a chair. The word reads "shower", and is placed to the right of Marvin.

id by @accessible-theatre

[bwayruinedme]

Sleep headcannons for Marvin & Whizzer or Mcpriceley, whichever you prefer. Or both :D

Bless up my man, get ready for some fluff!!!

Okay so,,,,, Whizzer snores. He snores like a bitch. But it’s the cute kind, where its soft and snuffly, not really loud. He didn’t know that he snored until one day Marvin teased him about it, and he was m o r t i f i e d. He also has the cutest bedhead, all fluffy and messy and soft every morning when he wakes up bleary eyed and dozy.

Marvin is never not the big spoon. Even when he sleeps alone, he subconsiously bunches up one side of his duvet, or sometimes a pillow, and wraps his arms around it. It makes him feel strong and cosy. Also, unless he’s had sex, he wears socks to bed. He has a collection of fluffy socks specifically for bed time in the Winter.

Kevin is so bad at falling alseep, so he always gets to watch Connor sleeping before he does. He also drools slightly, but only if he was up really late the night before or if hes having a nap. And Kevin loves naps, he has them almost every day for about 30 mins after work, which is probably why he takes so long to fall asleep at night. Up until Uganda, he always slept with a teddy bear, because he liked the feeling of having something in his arms. Now he has Connor.

Connor loves loves loves pyjamas. While Kevin sleeps in boxer shorts and an old t-shirt, Connor has an array of sleepwear, and loves shopping for them. In the summer, he buys mix and match sets or shorts and t-shirts, while in the winter he wears matching tartan ones, or sometimes a onsie if he’s really cold. Kevin thinks its adorable.

[deplcythebattery]

Remember to do the prompt where whizzer’s touch starved and breaks down when Marvin softly touches him the first time and they have their first heart to heart and angst and love !!! Thank you for writing so much!!! You the best!!!

Will do!! Whizzer is trans in this AU

This one is super long, it’s almost 3k words. Have fun reading it hah

Whizzer metMarvin at a club. He’d sat at the bar, stirring his drink, just waiting forsomething to happen. And soon enough something – or someone – did. As soon asthe stranger sat next to Whizzer and waved his hand to let the waiter know hewanted to order, Whizzer noticed the faint line on Marvin’s left hand, wherethe wedding ring had clearly been just moments ago. Whizzer was intrigued from themoment Marvin opened his mouth and noticed that almost forced half a smile onMarvin’s face. “Why is a pretty boy like you sitting here all alone?” Marvin asked,trying to sound confident and suave, but failing completely. Whizzer burst intolaughter as he sipped from his drink, turning to Marvin with a quirked brow. “I’musually surrounded by handsome men who seem to know their lines,” he responded,the spark in his eyes very clear, “but then you came along. You’re handsome forsure, but that the hell was that?”

Whizzer wasused to awful pickup lines and usually just rolled his eyes as he walked awayfrom men who used them, but there was something different about this one.Something that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way Marvin carried himself – awalk that demanded attention, all the while looking like he wanted todisappear, so no one could look at him. There was something so strange aboutthe whole ordeal that Whizzer just couldn’t turn away. If Marvin wantedsecurity, like his shaky hands told Whiz, why’d he approach? Nothing aboutWhizzer said ‘safe’, not the subtle rainbow and trans flag badges he wore onhis sleeves, not the way his eyes followed guys around, not the wild smile thatwas just waiting to break free as soon as he said anything at all. Whizzerwasn’t someone who blended in, his perfect hair and quick remarks spoken withflirty eyes painted ‘queer’ all over him. What exactly had told this bland stranger that Whizzer was in hisleague? It amused Whizzer and he wanted to see where it would lead.

The wordsWhizzer spoke made Marvin’s cheeks warm up, but not enough to make him fullyblush. He just cleared his throat, averting his eyes from Whizzer’s hungrygaze. “Dunno, I hoped it’d be something that’d let me buy you a drink,” Marvinreplied to Whizzer’s smart mouthing, making Whizzer laugh. “Mhm. Sure, whynot,” he chuckled and turned to the waiter that he’d have one more, “I’mWhizzer.” Marvin was clearly nervous of how smooth Whizzer was, how relaxed andtrained he was, even if he wasclearly younger than Marvin himself, and it took him a moment to scramble histhoughts together before he realized he hadn’t even introduced himself.“Marvin. It’s a pleasure,” Marvin finally said with a nervous smile and Whizzerraised his now full glass for a toast.

That’s howthey met. The night stretched out as Whizzer amused himself with making smartremarks and waiting for Marvin to gather his thoughts so he could respond. Asthe bar started to close up, enough time had passed and Marvin had loosened upenough to match Whizzer’s wit. Whizzer invited him back to his place since itwas close by and Marvin accepted. As they climbed the stairs to Whizzer’s flat,the young man suddenly grew quiet. He dug up his keys and opened the door, butturned to Marvin before letting him in. “Marvin, you need to know something.You’re free to turn around if it’s too much,” Whizzer spoke with serious, themischievous spark gone from his eyes for the first time. Marvin furrowed hisbrow and nodded, letting Whizzer continue speaking. “Uh, it’s… I’m pretty sureyou’re married and you’re out tonight to find a gentleman to spend the nightwith. I understand that and I’m more than willing to be yours, but it’s up toyou if you want it. Just remember that I’m exactly who you thought you’ve spentyour evening with.” Whizzer’s words started to worry Marvin, but he stillstayed quiet. “I’m transgender, Marvin. I don’t exactly, uh, possess certainqualities you might’ve been specifically looking for tonight.”

Whizzer hadbeen sure Marvin would either hit him or just turn around and walk out sincethat was the usual response. To his surprise, the older man gently placed hishands on Whizzer’s shoulders and pushed him into the apartment, kissing himgently as soon as they were out of sight. The door behind them swung shut andWhizzer was in heaven. From there on, Marvin spent almost every night inWhizzer’s bed. Most nights it was just sex and Whizzer was more than fine withthat. He loved the way Marvin handled him, loved falling asleep with his headburied against Marvin’s shoulder. But as soon as the morning came, Marvin wasgone, traveling back to his family – wife and son, as Whizzer later learned.

One morningWhizzer woke up as Marvin was getting dressed, groaning from within the covers.“Why do you have to leave so early? Come back to bed, Marvin…” Whizzer’smumbling was met by a soft laugh as Marvin put his shirt on. “You know that Ican’t. I’ll be back tonight, you know that,” Marvin spoke softly and moved overto place a kiss into Whizzer’s hair before disappearing. Whizzer sighed quietlyand curled up further, trying to push away the sting in his heart. “Bringtakeout once you do get here,” he just grumbled, not sure if Marvin even heardas the man was already almost through the door. Whizzer tried to fall backasleep, but the unsettling feeling in his chest wouldn’t pass. For the firsttime, Whizzer realized that he wanted this man to stay. Whizzer had always been perfectly fine with just sleepingwith other men, spending the night and disappearing in the morning. Neverbefore had his heart ached for a man to stay in bed with him, to stay and just…Talk. Sighing, Whiz got up and went to take a shower. Then he did his hair, gotdressed and walked out of the apartment that now felt empty whenever Marvin wasgone.

It wasalready dark outside when Marvin finally got back. Whizzer was sat on thecouch, a book in his hand. “Hey,” he called out as he heard Marvin walk behindhim. Hands touched his shoulders and Whizzer lowered the book as Marvin rubbedhim gently. “How was work?” Marvin just hummed out at the question, “Same as italways is.” Whizzer nodded, finding the strength to smile as he turned to lookat his lover. That question was always loaded – it wasn’t just about work, itwas also about Marvin’s family. Whizzer knew where he was all afternoon, why healways came to him late when the night had already fallen. But he never askedit, not directly: Whizzer’s newly fragile heart couldn’t have handled hearingabout the family Marvin loved more. “Did you bring takeout?” Whizzer asked tolighten the air, standing up to make his way into the kitchen. “Mhm, I did.Chinese,” Marvin replied as he followed, placing the bags on the counter ofWhizzer’s somewhat small kitchen. “Oh, perfect,” Whiz smiled, wanting to reachto take Marvin’s hand, but decided against it and instead he reached out tograb plates for the two of them.

Once they’dhad dinner together, it was already late enough to go to bed. Whizzer spentlonger than usual in the bathroom, staring at his shirtless chest, stillcovered by his makeshift binder. Once he’d take it off, his skin would becovered in red marks, irritated. The cloth made breathing rather difficult attimes, made sports impossible, and complicated movement in general. StillWhizzer had to wear it, if he wanted to be taken seriously. He was lucky enoughto look like a cisgender man, but if he didn’t wear his binder, he became ajoke. That night the whole thing weighed on Whizzer’s shoulders, making himwalk out still wearing pants and his binder. Marvin glanced over him, raising abrow, clearly ready to make some snarky comment. As soon as he saw Whizzer’sface, the challenge disappeared from his eyes, replaced by worry. “What’swrong, Whiz?”

Whizzersmiled at him, trying to hide the hurt he carried inside. It wasn’t Marvin’sfault, so there was no reason to worry him. “It’s nothing, Marv, don’t worry,”he purred as he climbed into bed, close to his lover. “No, really, tell me. Andwhy are you still clothed? I thought we were going to sleep,” Marvin pushed,just wanting to help. It made Whizzer sigh and close his eyes. Marvin’s fingersstarted to trace patterns down Whizzer’s back and immediately, Whizzer reactedby reaching up and kissing Marvin. It surprised Marv and he pulled back,confused. Whizzer froze, thinking he did something wrong, eyes wide with fear.“Okay, Whiz, something is clearly wrong,” Marvin started again, holdingWhizzer’s gaze. “I-“ Whizzer stuttered, now pulling back completely. “I thoughtyou-“ he tried again, completely losing himself, “I thought you wanted me.”

Marvin’sheart almost broke as he heard the words, heard the hurt in Whizzer’s words. “Ido want you, Whizzer, baby. I do want you,” he started softly, “I want to beclose to you in other ways too, it’s not just sex.” The words made Whizzer’sheart skip a beat, made his head spin. “You really thought I only wanted thatfrom you?” Whizzer didn’t answer, he just curled up, facing away from Marvin.He had never been as embarrassed, he felt humiliated. “Then why are you here? Please go home.” Whizzer’s words werequiet, barely audible, tired.

Marvinwrapped his arm around Whizzer from behind, his fingers tracing the edge ofWhiz’s binder. “Because I enjoy spending time with my lover,” he mumbled intoWhizzer’s hair, making the young man sigh out. Whizzer shivered, but it wasn’tout of cold. His stiffened body slowly relaxed as a tear rolled down his cheek,his next inhale trembling. Marvin was kind and gentle, unlike so many beforehim. Whizzer had learned that every touch placed on his skin led to sex andafter he’d been used, he’d just be cast aside. So many before Marvin hadtreated Whizzer like a toy, someone to be controlled, or to be used to fulfilkinks – simply because he wasn’t the traditional gay boy. For the first time inhis life, someone pulled him close just to keep him in their arms. For thefirst time, there was no obligation for Whizzer to let anything and everythingbe done to him, for him to push his feelings aside. Marvin held him closebecause it was comforting, having skin against skin. It spoke volumes of caring,something Whizzer hadn’t really known before.

Marvin’sfingers drawing patterns on Whizzer’s skin without it having to lead toanything more was too much for Whizzer to handle. Blinking, he tried to keepthe tears from falling, tried to keep his body under control so that Marvinwouldn’t see him break down. But he couldn’t do it and soon he’d pushedMarvin’s hands away and pulled his knees up against his chest, a sobbing messof hurt and need and confusion. “Whizzer? Baby?” Marvin asked, terrified of whatwas happening. He didn’t understand, at all, why Whizzer was crying. What didhe do, what triggered this? Whizzer just shook his head, unable to breathebetween the sobs with his binder pressuring his chest.

“Talk tome, baby, what’s wrong?” Marvin tried again, now pulling on Whizzer’s shoulderto get him to lay flat. He understood enough to know that the binder aroundWhizzer’s chest wasn’t helping the situation, but he didn’t want to do anythingunless Whizzer specifically told him. “I-I-I’m so s-sorry, Marvin, I-I don’t-“Whizzer stuttered, unable to get a coherent sentence out, “-I don-t- I don’tdeserve you.” Marvin brushed Whizzer’s hair out of his face, his soulshattering into pieces as he watched the man he was falling for break apartlike that. “Yes you do, baby, yes you do. That’s just not true, you’re the bestthing that’s happened to me,” he tried to find comforting words, but once herealized that words couldn’t really do much, he leaned down and wrapped hisarms around Whizzer again. This time, Whizzer hugged him back, pulling him as closeas possible. Whole body trembling with each sob, Whizzer cried against Marvin’schest until the tears took their time to slow down.

Marvinstroked Whizzer’s hair the whole time. He stayed close, let Whizzer take histime. It took a long while for the sobbing to die out and even longer for thetears to stop, but as soon as they did, Marvin dried Whizzer’s face with his thumb.He smiled softly, kissed his lover’s cheek and pushed back the hair that hadfallen onto Whizzer’s forehead. “Can you now tell me what’s wrong?” Marvinasked quietly as he realized just how right it felt, to be there, by Whizzer’sside. He’d kissed his wife’s cheek, brushed hair out of her face a milliontimes, but never had it felt the same as it did then, with Whizzer. Whizzer breathedin a few times, trying to steady his voice, hoping he wouldn’t sound like agirl. He’d trained his voice, of course, but now all of his energy had beendrained out and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his voice low. “It’sjust-“ he started, unable to look into Marvin’s eyes, “No one-… No one has beenthis kind to me. It’s always just sex,” Whizzer’s voice was soft and broken.Marvin listened quietly, fingers tracing down Whizzer’s cheeks, to his collarbones, and back up to his hair. “It’s always just sex, Marvin. I’d started to…I’d started to believe that it was the only thing I was good for, to be used fora night and left in the morning. Because that’s what I am to most men, someoneto be used. Because of who I am.”

For awhile, Marvin didn’t say anything. He just leaned closer and buried his faceinto Whizzer’s hair. Then, after a while, he pulled the man even closer tohimself. “You’re good for so much more, Whizzer. You’re the greatest person I’veever met,” he explained quietly, “You’re my whole world. I want you to meet myson one day.” Whizzer didn’t answer right away, just listened to Marvin’s heartbeat as the man continued to talk. “I’ve thought about leaving my wife, Whiz. Ireally have. And I think I’m gonna do it. We can get our own place, the two of ustogether, and I won’t have to leave your side in the morning to go back to alife I don’t even want anymore.”

Whizzergasped at Marvin’s words. He’d had no idea he meant that much to the man he’d metat a bar one night. “You’d-… You’d do that for me?” He asked quietly,completely forgetting to even try and control his pitch. Marvin nodded, leaningback to look at Whizzer again. “Yeah. I would, Whizzer. And I will,” he stated calmly,sure of himself – sure of Whizzer. With wide eyes, Whizzer finally looked up. Speechless,he pulled Marvin down into a soft kiss, nodding as an answer. “Okay, Marvin. I likethe sound of that,” Whizzer sighed out, closing his eyes. Suddenly he wasexhausted, shifting into a more comfortable position. The binder was digginginto his sides and back, and he just wanted to get some rest, already startingto fall asleep. “You really need to sleep, Whizzer,” Marvin muttered with a smile. “But let’s get you out of that binder first.”

[moreracquetball]

5 w/ whizzvin

This is also heavily inspired by @urcheekbones‘s art here.

Hotel bar

Every time they meet, Marvin and Whizzer strike a match between the two of them, just to watch it burn.

This time, they’re meeting at the very bar that started it all, back when it was just accidental eye contact and shameless invitations and we can’t do this; really, we can’t. I have a family.

By now, Marvin has become less reluctant about the whole thing, which probably says a whole lot of what kind of man he is.

“You should buy me a drink.” Whizzer says as he slides into the bar stool next to Marvin, not bothering with greetings or other similar forms of niceties.

Marvin sighs and orders a whiskey and coke, his eyes drawn, like they always are, to the pretty boy next him.

The shadows play right down to the man’s collar, enunciating his neck and reminding Marvin of just what he’d like to do to it.

“We couldn’t just meet at my apartment?” Whizzer asks, looking around, “Or do you actually like the ambiance of this place?”

“Ambiance, huh?” Marvin repeats, arching an eyebrow, “Word of the day?”

Whizzer catches Marvin in the cracks of his crooked smile.

“I’m more than just a pretty face, you know,” Whizzer tells him, “I know all kinds of words.

“Really?” Marvin snorts, because being cruel is comforting, being cruel is familiar, “Like what?”

“Fidelity,” Whizzer says, and it slaps Marvin in the face, “Facade, masculinity, homos - “

“Enough,” Marvin demands, panickingly side-eyeing the bartender who slides the drink over to Whizzer, “Just - drink up. I got a room.” 

Whizzer’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, “My, my. Aren’t I the spoiled boy?”

“I hate your mattress.” Marvin says, but that’s not the reason. One of Trina’s annoying friends saw him duck into Whizzer’s apartment building the other week, and she just couldn’t mind her own damned business.

He has to wait until it cools down, until Trina’s rage turns back into reserved resentment.

Whizzer drinks slowly and pointedly, using Marvin’s impatience against him.

Whizzer always uses Marvin against himself, poking at him not enough to hurt but more than enough to provoke.

:: - ::

When they make it to the room, Whizzer immediately starts taking his shirt off, unbuttoning with quick, deft motions enough to slide it off his chest only for it to stick on the crooks of his elbows.

He crowds Marvin, gripping his forearm and slotting their waists together. Marvin stiffens, not letting the heat and friction cloud over his judgement.

“We can’t do this.” Marvin breathes against Whizzer’s cheek, dodging the man’s kiss.

Whizzer sighs, vaguely annoyed, “So you’ve said.”

Marvin doesn’t mean to sound like a broken record, doesn’t mean to keep reminding both of them of the heavy, sick guilt just on the edge of their peripheral vision.

Marvin thinks about Trina, her broken heart.

Marvin thinks about Jason, his suffering silence.

But then Whizzer grinds into him, and all Marvin can think about is Whizzer Whizzer Whizzer.

He slides the shirt off of Whizzer and shamelessly shucks off his own.

They stumble onto the bed, and the guilt is still there - like it always is - but it’s in Marvin’s periphery, so it’s actually quite easy to ignore.

[poledancingghostson]

The Chanukkah Party: Part 4

Whizzer - Half

For a long time, they were separate. It was Christmas at mom’s and Chanukkah at dad’s. Separate entities. For the first few years of his life, he enjoyed the Chanukkah gifts sitting under the Christmas tree, but his parents split when he was young. Which meant celebrating four nights of Chanukkah. If even that. It meant that he didn’t even have the two holidays in the same house anymore. During the eight nights of Chanukkah, he was Jewish. On December 24th and 25th, he was Christian. And that was it. That was the deal. The rest of the time, he was nothing. An idea perpetuated by the extremes on either side.

It wasn’t until high school hit that he decided that that was bullshit. The push and pull. The all or nothing. It wasn’t until high school that he embraced the “half” before the “Jewish”. When he started wearing Christmas sweaters while he aggressively told every goy he knew, “Happy Chanukkah!” He put up Chanukkah decorations at his mom’s house and Christmas ones at his dad’s. He bought a second menorah so that the four nights could finally turn into eight. And the Christmas lights he strung at his dad’s were white and blue, but they were still Christmas lights. But, though he had made this decision to fuck the all or nothing, there was still a feeling of not fitting in.  Of being perpetually stuck in the middle. Or maybe it’s a perpetual feeling like he’s being ripped in half.

So, he fought Marvin on his ban on evergreen and Santa Claus in the apartment, until, eventually, he gave in. Got worn down, really. Later, having Cordelia and Charlotte around helped. Whenever Marvin got pissed about the Christmas decorations, Whizzer pointed to them. Because if they could coexist and combine it all so well, then why couldn’t he and Marvin? And when Marvin still wouldn’t shut up about it, their apartment could even act as a haven of sorts until Marvin stopped his goddamn bitching.

Because he has never really felt like a Christian. But still he lives for Christmas. And, to him, he’s always been a Jew. So he’s sick of so not being Jewish enough for anyone. Especially Marvin. Marvin, who never stops complaining about how to the letter his parents were about every celebration. Marvin, who half-asses every holiday and who, to Whizzer’s knowledge, has never willingly gone to temple. At least Whizzer puts a bit of effort into it most of the time. But, then again, he has to, doesn’t he? Because if he doesn’t, he’s no longer Jewish at all. At least, not according to the rest of the world.

And that’s the problem, really. With the holidays. Because he feels like he has to tone down the Christmas, or the same thing happens. And it’s easier now, not to feed into that, but the stigma still exists. And it’s worse when the man he’s living with makes it inescapable.

Thankfully, it has gotten better. Not perfect, but better. At least he doesn’t feel like Marvin keeps getting possessed by the ghosts of his aggressively Jewish grandparents anymore. So, that’s a plus. Regardless, he does love Chanukkah, too. And he’s only had a limited experience of celebrating it with Jason, so he’s excited for this party. It’s a chance to have a full family Chanukkah, which he has never really had. It was always one house or another; one parent or the other. This is the first party of the kind with this family. One of the first with any.

Which is why he’s being this picky with Marvin’s outfit choice. He comes out for the fourth time, wearing his usual plaid shirt and too-loose khakis, but he finally dropped that green blazer in exchange for a dark blue one. And he gave up on the ties. Thank God.

“Look, I don’t care if it looks great, just please tell me this one doesn’t embarrass you too much,” Marvin pleads. “We are going to be late.”

“First off, even if we are late, Charlotte and Cordelia are definitely going to be later, so who really cares?” Whizzer looks up from his phone. “But, no, it doesn’t embarrass me too much. Especially because we know that Mendel will be wearing that awful fucking cardigan.” Whizzer will concede that he doesn’t hate the ugly sweater trend. What offends him about the cardigan is its obvious attempt to be stylish. A failing attempt. Ugly sweaters only work when they are aware of their ugliness.

“So, what you’re saying that the bar is just set really low,” Marvin presses.

“Exactly! You’ll look like a damn Vogue model by comparison,” Whizzer laughs, standing up and fixing the collar of Marvin’s jacket before leaning down for a kiss.

Marvin laughs and pushes him away. “We have to get going.”

Whizzer pouts, but follows him towards the door. Since when has a desire to be on time ever overruled the desire for, well, him? He trails behind, almost running into him when Marvin abruptly stops in the doorway. He grabs Whizzer’s collar and drags him down to his height, pressing their lips together for a teasingly short kiss. “Okay, that’s it,” he says, quickly turning and making his way downstairs.

“Asshole,” Whizzer grumbles, groaning dramatically as he follows Marvin towards the car.

Jason is the one who answers the door when they arrive. 10 minutes early, Whizzer thinks grumpily. But at the sight of the boy’s grinning face, Whizzer can’t help but match his wide smile.

“Hey Whizzer! Hey Dad! Happy Chanukkah!” He exclaims.

“Happy Chanukkah!” Whizzer responds.

“Happy Chanukkah, kid!” Marvin says.

Jason grabs Whizzer’s hand and pulls him inside. “I have to show you the jersey my mom bought me for Chanukkah!”

“Okay, coming!” Whizzer laughs, flashing Marvin an apologetic glance. But Marvin is just smiling at them with a starry-eyed gaze. Whizzer turns back to Jason, this kid who is becoming his son. Or something like it. This kid who has made Whizzer understand all the cheesy quotes that middle-aged moms post on Facebook about how wonderful and full their lives are now that they’re parents. This kid, not quite his, who never fails to make him feel whole.

[falsettolandhigh]

Charlotte and Marvin has matching shirts because they went to the thrift shop and had like $6. So they now have matching "COKE-caine" shirts. And they got them the wore it the next day and everyone got shook. Then Whizzer and Cordelia got Mountain Dew shirts. And Trina got Mendel and her those couple shirts. And it's either like an emoji or something really cute :)

COKE-CAINE

[twelfthdyke]

1, jason frm falsettos (bc i think smart kids have awesome rooms tbh)

What does their bedroom look like?

his room theme has changed so often because he gets really fixated on different things. when he was younger it was a fully decked out, dinosaur themed bedroom. it ranged from cute jurassic night lights to a mini replica triceratops.

he absolutely has a space themed bedroom during falsettos though (have you seen that space t-shirt?)! he manages to convince his mother to let him have dark blue walls despite trina’s complaints that it will shrink the room. he has nasa leaflets and a star map on one wall--it almost looks like a conspiracy wall.

he saves up so much pocket money to buy his own telescope (because his birthday is a whole 2 months away and you can’t expect him to wait!!). he also constructed his own solar system mobile with the help of charlotte, who is surprisingly artsy.

the remainder of his walls and ceiling are plastered in glow in the dark stars and planets. his shelves are scattered with random astronomy and fantasy books, well read as they’re dog-eared and wrinkled. he also has collections of random trinkets from over the years, most notable is a chess piece keyring he received from whizzer (it’s a knight, whizzer has (had?) a matching king one).

[ask-cordelia-falsettos-blog]

i'd send in a photo of me as a frat boy buuut that would mean i'd have to come off of anon and that's not happenin Just Yet,,oooo,, anyways,,,do you have any Embarrassing Stories abt whizzer,,i'm Curious //and if you aren't comfortable with an Unofficial Kid that's ok -homophobic family anon

Embarrassing stories about @ask-whizzer-falsettos? I have plenty! Hmm, let’s see… So, at the end of our junior year of college, there was this end-of-year party at the beach just off campus. Huge party, everyone who was anyone was going to be there. Anyways, we get to the party and Whizzer, being the fashion snob he is, had his swim trunks on under his shorts because his swim trunks didn’t match his shirt and would look idiotic, or something like that. Everyone’s going into the ocean, so Whizzer goes to take off his shorts but he accidentally pulls everything down and flashes the ENTIRE beach! It was hilarious, but the poor guy was mortified and immediately downed two beers after it happened.

[whatdoyoumeanyoudont]

But just imagine: Whizzer’s taking his time in front of a mirror trying to choose the right tie, nothing looks right with this collar what the fuck -

and then Marvin just casually walks by in his fucking kahkis and plaid telling Whizzer to ditch the ties, you don’t own anything that matches that shirt, and decides to tie a random scarf on his neck that should not look good but somehow works and Whizzer’s just standing there glaring at Marvin’s shirt like it personally offended him (it’s fucking orange, what kind of self respecting fashion designer wears orange plaid, how is he sleeping with that guy) and then Marvin just smirking back at him

and then when Whizzer comes back from work he finds a brand new tie on the kitchen table, totally inconspicuous but also something that perfectly fits his shirt, and oh, Whizzer loves that insufferable genius of a fashion disaster

Oh fuck I love the fashion AU idea too much

[styledevoted]

👗 ( plz be gentle with his scruffy dad look )

don’t worry, marvin, whizzer’ll go easy on you. as tempting as it is to dress him up in a full suit ( a sight whizzer’s yet to have the chance to admire ), something a little less formal is what’s currently called for. he’d have to try pushing for that at a most suitable time ( get it? suit-able?), but this was just a night out, a proper date. besides, if marvin wore a suit then whizzer himself would be obligated to wear a suit to match and they’d be far too overdressed for even whizzer to justify. so instead he dives into his backup plan before marvin has the chance to change his mind about allowing his lover to dress him up. this kind of opportunity didn’t come often; in fact this was the first time marvin had ever relented, and whizzer was not about to go on a date with marvin dressed in the atrocity he currently donned.

“okay,” he begins, rummaging through the closet and pulling out some of marvin’s rarely worn and genuinely attractive shirts, as well as some of his own pieces that looked like they’d fit correctly, placing each item into marvin’s arms as he lists them off, “here, your white button down with-- this navy blazer. and these nice black pants. and your red tie-- don’t forget the tie clip like you usually do. and i might have a pocket square to match that tie around somewhere, but you go change into that while i look.”

it’s simple, really, nothing enormously flashy. but flashy never suited marvin, anyways.

the outfit ( essentially ): x

[falsettolandhigh]

The tkf go to Disney hcs??????

-Senior trip to Disneyworld, hell the fuck yes.

-After much complaint from Marvin, they decide to borrow Trina’s uncle’s van and drive all the way to Florida. It’s a long trip, but it’s better than seeing Marvin cry in airport security... again.

-Once they get to Disneyworld, the first thing they do is go buy matching t-shirts. Because, you know, they’re basic.

-Mendel and Delia are adrenaline junkies. They’re off trying to find ways to ride the Tower of Terror as many times as humanly possible. While they do that, Trina and Charlotte and Whizzer take turns sitting with Marvin outside, who is definitely pouting with ice cream.

-To make Marvin feel included, Whizzer takes him over to the teacups. They’re definitely the oldest ones on the ride, and Marvin definitely feels better after that. 

-Charlotte nearly fucking cries when she sees Snow White. That’s her favorite Disney princess, and in the photo she takes with her, you can see the tears in her eyes. I’m so happy for her.