#you just hate southern accents smh

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

im gonna say it. joy is my least favourite song on car wheels on a gravel road.

[judethebrood]

PT 1/2~~

Violet. Grilled cheese. Frog hat. Weather. Papillon. P.T.V. Stardust. Insomnia. Horse & fish. River. Thor. Costumer service. Hairdye. Backyardigans. French Music. Weed guy. Emo poser. Tiddies. Art school. Dogsitting. Vomit. "The water tastes like rocks". Depression messes. Cranberry and turkey sandwich. Jealousyyy. Alèjandro. Bat pin. Bus stop. Rocks. Wildfire. Walls. Thorns. " Only it would never work out". Stars. "Cherry love bomb". Monster Ultra Red. Boba. Death's head moth. Bedroom door. Dagger?? Teal boots. Hugs. King for a day. Veggies. Minifridge. Mullet. Amber. Telephone lines. Super freeze. Haunted. Vamps. " Like...4 albums". Fishnets. Theatre kid. Lipstick for 3.5 hours. Welcome to the internet. Jude law. Binder hell. Septum. Swimming. Mutual hate. Penguins have teeth. Grunge is emo. Summer house. MCRX. 4:53:42:19. Headfirst. Second wind. Goat. Crop top. Comicon. Scars. Woodpecker. T. Eyebrows. Moo. Prom. Slush. Canadian brownies. January 20th. "Like 5 concerts". September. California. Leeches. German shepherds. Adam & Loki. Shower. Layer up. Asthma. " My ribs just hate me". Paper basket. Toonie. Seperation. Trophy father's trophy son. July 25th. Purple shades. Space hoodie. " Body type is a scam". Pickle jar. Sander's sides. Heather. "Where are yoouuu? ". Bathtub. Bird island. March snow. Tattoos. 2 a.m. " Mail you a hot dog". String lights. Scythe. Red marker. Apple music. Art school. Clown car style. Cowboy. "Well, that was racist". Aspen or Ash. Licence plate shirt. Bird skull. Vulturing?? "Are parties fun?". "We're the same fucking person". Streetlights. Yuzu. Halloween. Haribo sour snakes. Knapweeds. September 22nd. iPhone. Lollipop. Nosebleeds. Tigertail. Chocy milk. Trout. Burrito. Trailer park. Brown. Snackies. Trail. Passport. Lesbian-Trans pipeline. Brendan Rogers. Miraculous. ICP. House. W33d. Default Carmel. Shane SMH. Peanut allergy. Lofi. Roleplay. Dermatologist. Southern accent??? "That's the autism". Blue hair. Dahlias. "K-pop in the kitchen". Filters. beans. Internet tsk tsk tsk. Fishing. Toque. Thrifting. Clay. Barbed wire tatts. Caffeine. Magnus archives. This is home. Markiplier. Twix. Streetlights. Chocolate rum. Pugs. Maple ice. X box. 5 am. Rattlesnakes. Gee. Clown. Red hoodie. Showers. Hair bleach. The till. Alexa. Me-crow-avé. " tHeRe'S A BeE??" Trash bears. Cartman. The bus. Bleeding hearts. Sushi. TØP. Aussi lemonade. Pencil case. Nymeria. Ouisau. Paper stars. Bucket hat. Closing shift. Cards against Humanity. Finals. Mt. Dew. Psoriasis. Poodle. Handyman. Little Italian Grandma. Dead horse. Mr.Clean. Hank. "Is that the Anti-Christ??". SunChips. Sewing. Mugs. "We have the meats". Aquarium. Grocery store sushi. IT chapter 2. Wallet. "You can't murder him, he's my ride tomorrow". Bloodwork alone. Doctor's note. Till. Vegan restaurant. Mango. Sleepover again. rose gold headphones. Annual Tuesday sale. Chocolate crossiant. Ukulele. August. Chicago. Baseball babysitting. Selfie spill. Photogenic. The sixth sense.

[cuppajj]

For your little Send Me A Character thing and you already know who it is... OVERLORD!!!

you know me so well. and/or it’s not too hard to tell. probably the latter tbh bdhsbdbdbfbddv

Answers below cut!

First impression: Funny thing is that I had two first impressions of Overlord: one before I knew what IDW was, and the other after I did but before I read MTMTE and LSOTW. My very first impression was through a yt video and I was honestly really unimpressed. Like, wow nice character design, that looks so dull and boring! Where are the cool vehicle parts? Smh. I also heard that Overlord was supposed to be this super scary and murderous bot, but I never did research and just thought that that still meant he was probably a boring villain. Like, ANY villain can be touted as super scary and murderous, that doesn’t mean they’re actually good. But after I discovered what IDW was, and read a few things about OL (including fics and comic dubs that helped introduce me to his character), I immediately took everything back. Like OKAY, never mind, this guy sounds AWESOME. As someone who loves villains, I had a feeling he was right up my alley.

Impression now: Gotta be one of, if not my most favorite Transformers villain ever. While I'm unsure if he's in my top five favorite transformers characters, he's definitely in an echelon on his own, unbound by such a simple list. Overlord makes me inexplicably happy. He's a horrible, horrible person, and does horrible, horrible things, but he's fun. He's aside from almost every other TF villain; he doesn't need a sad backstory or heaping dumps of complexity to himself. He practically chose to be irredeemable and henceforth revels in it. Of course he has some things that you can feel bad for, but compared to other TF villains? There's not much. My personal lack of sympathy for him is what makes him all the more enjoyable to follow. Not to mention, he's a lot of fun to draw; I thought his design was lame at first, but it's quickly become one of my favorites. It's also easy and fun to draw, and the color choices are (at least in IDW's case) bright and colorful and fit my personal tastes! Overlord is just someone I love to hate. Every moment with him is as thrilling as it is terrifying. Again: fun. I could honestly break down into a novel on why I like him so much but that's for another day...

Favorite moment: I can't choose but honestly I really liked it when he burst through his restraints on the lost light. Not only was that shot amazing, but his reasoning was token to his character: he could've broken free at any time, but he didn't feel like it until he learned that Megatron was alive. What a freakin DRAMA QUEEN. I also liked his dumb quarrel with Tarn and their back and forth about who Megatron likes more.

Idea for a story: Overlord deserves to be the main villain of SOME transformers media. I have a couple of story ideas myself but since they're actually headcanon-fics, I couldn't get into detail about them here. But one of them is the entirety of Super God Masterforce but remade for the modern day, which I've been thinking of sharing sometime soon... [but also I want a whole spinoff of MTMTE where it's him, Tarn and the DJD, and Deathsaurus's crew lost on the other side of space, and they have to tolerate each other and be a dysfunctional family while they find their way back. Also another story with Overlord as Megan trying to understand wtf human life is like on his mission to be a politician. I have a lot of thoughts as you can see,,,]

Unpopular opinion: I really don't like that southern accent on him. They should've made Patrick Seitz use his Dio voice. TBH my voice claim for him is Tim Curry with like, the slightest of a british accent. So like the lord of darkness from Legend but a little less growly. Also why do people ship Overpan/Overmax it's really uncomfortable...

Favorite relationship: Him and Tarn. They're so chaotic and whiny, and it's fun to watch them bicker like children. Good lord put them in day care

Favorite headcanon: I did like this whole thing for PWT where I explained through a meme why Overlord was worthy of the Unicron matrix like an anti-prime, and I am STILL clinging on to it as part of my personal canon. Also, I feel like if Overlord hadn't gone the way of a gladiator, he would've used his perfect frame and his theatrics to be an actor or someone in whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of the beauty/modeling industry is

[nurseanddex]

20.“i’m not playing truth or dare.” for zimbits (or jack & shitty if you want platonic) if you're still taking prompts!

Send me a prompt and a pairing from one of these lists if you feel so inclined, just please specify which list it’s from! :) 

Prompt: “I’m not playing truth or dare.”

Spending the night before Class Day on the roof of Faber was a time honored SMH tradition, and Jack and Shitty’s senior year was no different. The Haus gang gathered around a small bonfire, swapping stories of favorite memories, drinking beers, and eating chocolate marshmallow pie in lieu of making smores. Lardo had put her foot down about cooking over open flame after an incident involving a ‘flaming ball of death’ the year prior that everyone resolutely refused to tell Bitty about. He was going to miss his boys, miss this easy camaraderie. The Haus wasn’t going to be the same without Jack and Shitty. He shivered as a particularly chilly gust of wind breezed by.

“Brr. I didn’t know it’d be s-so-”

Bitty trailed off in surprise as a big, warm jacket settled itself on his shoulders.

“Oh! Thanks, Jack!” he blushed, looking up to see the identity of his mysterious benefactor.

“No problem,”Jack said, sitting down next to him with a gentle smile on his face.

“Aaaaaaaaaand noooooooooooooow,” Holster yelled, in his announcer voice. “My favorite part of Pre-Graduation SMH Bonfire and Bonding Night!”

“Secret Time!” Ransom cheered.

“Which means we get to ask you whatever we want and you have to answer everything,” Holster grinned, wickedly. Bitty could feel Jack tense up next to him.

“No secret time this year, boys. I don’t want a repeat of Johnson’s existential crisis,” Lardo said. “I say we go Truth or Dare.”

“I’m not playing truth or dare,” Jack whispered. His face was turning paler by the second. Lardo shot him a look Bitty couldn’t quit read before pulling out her phone and tapping out a text. He wasn’t trying to snoop, but his proximity to Jack enabled him to see the notification when it popped up on his screen.

Secret Time has no outs. Truth or Dare you can at least pick dare if they ask something you don’t want to answer.

“Yeah, Lardo, what’s the deal with that switch? We always do Secret Time.” Lardo shot Shitty a look that could only be described as murderous.

“You do not get a vote,” she hissed, “You did not have to deal with 170 pounds of sobbing goalie having an existential crisis using your shoulder as a tissue for over! an! hour!”

“On second thought, Truth or Dare sounds fun!” Jack chimed in. All further rumblings of dissent from Ransom, Holster, and Shitty were almost instantly silenced by Lardo’s patented Look. Lardo insisted they play by stating what the question and the dare would be before they had to choose. A few rounds passed by relatively uneventfully, but some time around when they were starting to shift from tipsy to drunk, the questions started to change from playful to personal to a bit too personal.

“Jack next!” Holster exclaimed, shifting around to settle with his head resting in Ransom’s lap. Bitty noticed that Jack had become more relaxed as the game wore on, but his jaw still clenched every time it was his turn.

“I gotta know, what the hell happened with you and Parson? How did you go from being the best friends junior hockey had ever seen to practically hating each other’s guts?” The roof fell silent, save for the crackling of their little fire, and Lardo leveled Holster with the most soul-withering glare in her arsenal.

“Or your dare is that you have to do a fancy lift with Bitty,” he added belatedly, shrinking under the force of Lardo’s glare. Jack stood up, his muscles tensed like he was a second away from running for it.

“Dare it is, then,” Jack said, stretching out a hand to pull Bitty up. Bitty took it, feeling a blush start to color his cheeks once more. His silly crush on Jack had been growing more and more ever since he realized how he felt that day they were baking together and this kind of thing definitely wasn’t helping him get over it.

“Jack, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do, Bittle. It’s do the dare or answer the question,” Jack replied, gruffly. They moved a few steps away from the circle they’d been sitting in, that way if one of them fell, there would at least be no chance of falling in the fire.

“Euh, I don’t actually know how to do this,” Jack quietly admitted, once they were out of earshot. Bitty was surprised to see a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. Jack Zimmermann, blushing! Bestill his little gay heart.

“Lucky for you, I spent the majority of my formative years in a figure skating rink. I may have picked up a trick or two,” he drawled, letting his accent come out a bit thicker than he normally did outside of Georgia. Surprisingly, Jack’s cheeks flushed darker in response to what his Moomaw referred to as ‘laying on the Southern charm.’

“Holster’s still trying to make a play out of those jumps you can do.”

“Well, those jumps aren’t going to help us with a lift,” Bitty laughed. “Here’s what you need to do.”

Bitty ended up teaching him a fairly simple lift, Jack’s big hands firm on his waist, holding him high enough so that Bitty could place his hands on Jack’s shoulder for additional support. The firelight illuminated Jack’s face in a soft glow, and there was something in his baby blue eyes that Bitty didn’t quite recognize.

Jack could feel something in his heart shift as he stared up at Bitty in the low light, absolutely shimmering against a blanket of a thousand stars, somehow shining brighter than every star in the sky. He filed that feeling away, he’d deal with whatever it was another day.

[hudsonisms]

⌠ LOGAN SHROYER, 23, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome to  gallagher academy, RICHARD HUDSON! originally hailing from JONESBOROUGH, TENNESSEE, they were exposed to too much during the protest, and the academy is now in charge of their safe care. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (primped blonde hair, white converse, letterman jacket, a warm and genuine smile). when it’s the (libra)’s birthday on 10/11/1996, on the bad nights they request their FRIED CHICKEN from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re safe in witness protection. ⌿ deanna, 24, she/her, est ⍀

come welcome my new bby boy please and thank you !  ( also this got long I’M SORRY )

first and foremost, these are the names NOT to call him: richard, rich, richie, dick, or dickie  ( yikes ) .  somehow his parents thought it was a good idea to give their eldest son a nickname of DICKIE, which no matter how much he hated it stuck like glue, and the older he got the more jokes he heard about it. when he eventually left his small town to make his way in the world, he dropped the nickname and his first name all together and decided to just go by his last name: HUDSON.  so please, call him hudson kthx

hudson’s the oldest of three kids in a painfully middle class family. his dad’s a banker and his mom’s as a preschool teacher, high school sweethearts who have been in love with since they fifteen and continue to be in love and generally gross their youngest two kids out with their lovefest. 

but hudson found his parents absolutely charming, and kickstarted the romantic he’d one day become.

his parents had hudson when they were only nineteen, a fun little accident that stemmed a shotgun wedding. they wouldn’t have their other two kids  ( milo & cameron )  until much later, when they had more money and a house to themselves and all that jazz. by the time his little brother milo was born, hudson was fourteen years old, and when they had cami he was sixteen. 

he helped take care of them while he was still around to do so, and lowkey loves the kids like they’re his own. but hudson also can’t wait until they’re adults already and he can have normal sibling relationships with em. 

the town he grew up in was small and didn’t have a whole lot to do -- though it’s tennesee’s oldest town, a fact that has been shoved into his brain for as long as he could remember -- so it was a lot of running around outside and riding his bike with his friends and causing general little boy mischief. he was always a good kid though, even if he was pretty easy to peer pressure into doing less than noble things  ( teenagers, ya know ? )

hudson can’t remember when he started to feel like he wanted more than the small town life his parents had given him, but by high school he was already looking into colleges as far as possible, places that could help him one day CHANGE THE WORLD.

he had the grades for some of the best schools in the country, but he didn’t have the world experience they needed or he wanted. so he took a gap year after graduating high school to volunteer in third-world countries, building up his resume and college applications  ( but also genuinely looking to make a difference and learn about other cultures )  so he could apply for the next school year.

the one thing that surprised him the most about traveling that year was how HOMESICK he became. not for tennessee, but for his parents and his little siblings who were getting bitter and bigger every time they face timed. so when he got accepted into GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY -- only a six hour drive home, much closer than the other schools he had been looking at.

now a senior at georgetown, hudson has been THRIVING there. he’s a peace & justice studies and political economy double major and co-president of the amnesty international club  ( along with his bff steph as president ) .  but that’s not all he does -- he’s in an honors fraternity, a part of two other clubs, and volunteers on the weekend at the nearby animal shelter. it sounds super Excessive, but hudson genuinely likes keeping busy :  he had been looking forward to going away to a great college for a long time, so he wanted to make the most of his time there.

he’s EXTREMELY likable, basically a golden retriever tbh. he’s no longer the pushover he once was and is very sure in his beliefs, but is always willing to hear someone else out and rarely starts fights  ( only  “ dialogues “ ) .  he’s charming but in a genuine way.

he’s literally that all american boy who played football in high school. troy bolton ain’t got nothing on him smh. 

he wants to work in the peace corps after college  ( we get it hudson, you’re a good person ) . before getting a job in the government. he loves washington dc and hopes to one day settle down there.

and by  “ settle down “   i’m talking this guy wants a wife, some kids, a white picket fence... not NOW because there’s still so much he wants to do, but back home nearly half his old high school classmates are engaged, married or with babies on the way, so he’s starting to feel that compulsion to find his PERSON.

he has a southern accent that’s super cute if i do say so myself.

uhh being at gallagher is super WEIRD for him because just twelve hours ago he was at a protest that he had a hand in starting and now classmates of his are dead and he’s in hiding at this weird school when he’s supposed to be starting his last semester at college and like??? will he graduate on time??? do his parents know where he is??? he has a lot of questions.

but since he’s in a leadership position in the club, he feels like he has to try the hardest to look Calm and Collected and not freak the absolute fuck out like he wants to.

if you got this far i appreciate you and slide into my discord if you wanna plot xoxo

[alphacrone]

au zimbits meetcute - hot guy at the grocery store

CW: vague mentions of body insecurity and fat shaming, abuse of energy drinks, college typical sleep deprivation Note: i love chubby non-hockey jack a LOT. also i miss cheetos a lot and would kill a man to be able to eat them again. not even exaggerating honestly. 

Today was the worst possible day for Jack to run into Hot Guy at the store, so of course he ran into Hot Guy at the store. The universe hated him.

Jack and Hot Guy had similar schedules, it seemed: they both did their grocery shopping on Thursday evenings, they both got munchies on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes they even ran into each other doing beer runs on the weekend. Hot Guy appeared to be a Samwell student, as well, given his SMH hoodie -- and Christ did hockey follow him everywhere -- and always smiled kindly at Jack when they bumped into each other, sometimes chatting for a minute or two in his cute-as-fuck southern accent before scurrying off to the baking section. Jack had yet to learn his name, but he knew he was getting pathetic when he started looking forward to his grocery store trips.

But today was not a good day for Jack to be seen by the hottest guy in the neighborhood. They were deep into finals, and Jack was totally rewriting a good chunk of his thesis and this draft was possibly due tomorrow and the neighbors kept arguing and Jack was running on about two hours of sleep and-

Everything was terrible. Even Hot Guy couldn’t make that better, especially since he was now looking at Jack with his stress-eating-belly and anxiety-induced breakout and what Parse had once dubbed his Super Tired Murder Eyes. Jack looked horrible and Hot Guy was fucking killing it in his tight sweatpants and oversized Sabres hoodie -- something he’d probably stolen from his boyfriend because he was hot and nice and definitely couldn’t be single at all or even interested in a huge mess like Jack.

Grunting to himself, Jack reached for a pack of Five Hour Energy and hoped it wouldn’t kill him. He didn’t have time to worry about Hot Guy, had too much to get done.

“Oh, Lord, that stuff messes with my head.”

To Jack’s horror, Hot Guy had approached him and was pointing at the energy drinks in his hand. “Euh,” was his eloquent response.

“I get all shaky and hot when I drink more than half a shot of those things,” Hot Guy continued, his own basket laden down with a disturbing amount of unsalted butter. “‘Course, that’s usually after several espressos and an Americano or two, so maybe I shouldn’t tempt fate like that.”

Jack’s lips quirked at the edges as Hot Guy pronounced it “express-o.” Despite himself and his nasty appearance -- when was the last time he’d showered? -- Jack was really happy to see Hot Guy.

“That’s a lot of butter,” Jack commented, struggling to keep the conversation going. Hot Guy looked down ashamedly.

“Yeah, I know, I just- I stress bake, you know? Probably an unhealthy amount, but at least it fuels the boys in their studying and no one has to trek out to the dining hall and disturb their momentum.”

Jack assumed he was referring to his teammates, and desperately hoped he didn’t mean his multiple handsome boyfriends or something else equally disheartening. “What are you making?”

Hot Guy’s smile came back and Jack ignored the stupid flip in his stomach at the sight. “Well, pie’s my specialty, so I’m going through our sin bin fund and trying to make everybody’s favorite pie before the week is up. Tonight’s menu includes honey peach and chocolate chip pecan.”

Jack held back a smile at the funny way Hot Guy said pecan. He was too cute for words, and Jack so desperately wished they had a class together or that he was on the hockey team, too, or that they knew each other from somewhere other than the grocery store.

“Sounds delicious,” Jack said, fiddling with the Cheetos and Chef Boyardee already loaded into his basket. He loved junk food when he was stressed, but a homemade pie sounded divine right now.

“You should come over for a slice,” Hot Guy said, and Jack looked up to see he was biting his bottom lip nervously. “I mean, if you want. If you’re not too busy. You don’t have to, but we always have plenty of pie- oh! And I’m making Buffalo chicken mac n’ cheese tonight for Holster, he claims it’s the ‘dish of his people’ but I don’t believe that for one second-”

Jack wondered idly if this was the boyfriend whose Buffalo Sabres hoodie Hot Guy wore now. “Oh, uh, that sounds great, but I’m sort of drowning in work tonight and probably shouldn’t…”

“Oh, right, of course,” Hot Guy said quickly, and though Jack wasn’t great with reading other people’s emotions, he thought it would be unusual for a guy with a boyfriend to blush this hard in these circumstances. “I-I just thought- I always see you here and you’re really- I mean, it’s silly, I know it’s silly, but- Do I sound creepy? I’m sorry, you’re not interested, I should just-”

Jack caught Hot Guy’s elbow as he turned to leave, smiling as he realized what was happening. “I turn in a draft of my thesis tomorrow. I still have finals but I’m pretty confident in my abilities...what I’m trying to say is, do you want to get coffee tomorrow? If you’re not too busy?”

Hot Guy looked stunned and nodded slowly, large, warm eyes growing impossibly larger. “That would be nice. Annie’s?”

Jack nodded eagerly. He lived close to Annie’s and liked their smoothies. “They have good chocolatine there.”

Hot guy tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Chocolatine?”

“Pain au chocolat,” Jack clarified.

To his surprise, Hot Guy didn’t politely agree or subtly eye Jack’s chunky gut or make some comment about their healthier options. Instead, he gasped and said, “They do not. I love Annie’s to death but their pastries are an abomination.”

This startled a laugh out of Jack. He’d never met someone who was so passionate about baked goods. “They taste like the kind my dad makes.”

“Then you need to send your father my recipe,” Hot Guy said. “C’mon, let’s grab the fixings for it and I’ll bring you some tomorrow.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Jack protested. “You have your pies already-”

“Uh-uh, mister,” Hot Guy said, pulling Jack by the hand toward the baking aisle. “I do not show up to a first date empty-handed.”

And the thought of that -- of going on a date with Hot Guy -- was honestly too much for him to process on such little sleep. “Wait, wait, hold up.”

Hot Guy turned, cheeks pink again. “Sorry, I just assumed-”

“I don’t know your name.” Jack looked down at their connected hands and swallowed roughly, anxiety bubbling in his gut. “I need to know your name before our date.”

Hot Guy smiled widely and laughed, loud and bright. “Oh, Lord, where are my manners? I’m Bitty. Well, Eric, but all the boys call me Bitty. Hockey,” he clarified with a shrug.

“Nice to meet you, Bitty,” Jack said. “I’m Jack.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I Facebook stalked you,” Bitty admitted, looking down at his shoes. “Pretty much the first day we met.” He looked up, worried. “Is that creepy? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s kind of flattering,” Jack said, moving closer. “I wish I’d thought to Google you.”

“The boys say your dad’s hockey famous or something,” Bitty admitted, still looking unsure. “I don’t really know much about the NHL.” He gestured to his sweatshirt. “I couldn’t name a single player on the Sabres. I stole this from my teammate because all mine are covered in flour and egg.”

Jack felt something warm bubble in his chest. It had been a year or two since he’d been recognized and nobody really talked about him much anymore, but there was always something refreshing in meeting a person who had no clue who he was or who his father had once been. To Bitty, Jack was just the awkward guy he’d liked enough to find on Facebook. He probably thought of him as Tall Guy or Montreal Jack -- Bitty didn’t know the weight of the Zimmermann name at all.

“A hockey player who doesn't watch the NHL? I’m shocked,” Jack chirped, delighting in the sound of Bitty’s laugh again.

“Shush, I get enough grief from my boys, I don’t need it from a hot guy, too.”

Jack paused for a moment, confused, and then leaned down to peck Bitty’s cheek, overcome with emotion in his delicate, sleep-deprived state.

“I’ve really got to run,” Jack said, pulling back. “But tomorrow at 3 or so?”

“3’s perfect,” Bitty said breathlessly, hand creeping up to touch the cheek Jack had kissed.

“Just so you know,” Jack murmured, giving Bitty a quick wink. “I think of you as Hot Guy, too.”

Bitty’s blinding smile followed Jack through the checkout line and back to his apartment, dancing around his head as he blasted through the last bit of his thesis and starring in his dreams as he passed out around dawn, alarm clock set to wake him up in time for his date.

[My writing masterpost (a WIP itself)]

[My online novel]

[mxrtcm-blog]

INTRO POST TIME MOFOS !!!!!

eli. eliiiiii. elly.. atty’ bro... my third son..... oops....................

as always, im a ho for plotting and will be throwing him violently in people’s directions. more info to come as i get more of a grip on him but here’s this monster

full name is elijah but he hasn’t gone by elijah since it was put on his birth certificate 

was raised by a combination of nannies and his grandparents-- his parents had v little involvement in his upbringing after they got rich quick. something that he’s highkey salty about but has convinced himself doesn’t matter. still loves those deadbeats 

can be a smartass if you tilt your head to the right angle. it’s more of a subtle ‘yeah ok karen’ kind of smartass-ery. the “o im definitely judging you right now” kind of smartassness. it has gotten him punched before.

protective over atty but he also recognizes she ain’t a saint. like he’s either “god what a brat i stg i’m going to just leave her here” or “don’t even look at my little sister or i’ll fight”... think of the “ho don’t do it” - “oh my god” meme... 

hasn’t seen atty for most of his life, though. like he’s p sure she’s dead rn / somewhere off in another state causing trouble for people. 

he played the organ at church, which was really the only reason he went at all -- it sorta contributed to his reserved disposition. although he isn’t v religious 

HAS A TEMPER LIKE A BAD ONE but 8/10 times will hold his tongue and not outwardly react. he will hold grudges like a motherfucker tho don’t doubt that. mostly he just bottles up all that rage and lets it boil into a nice, warm resentment stew :) 

he’s a skinny / small guy so he isn’t v intimidating ( 5′ 5″ ain’t that bad but still he doesn’t like it) but that’s mostly used to his advantage. when he was little he was p wussy about fighting / he’d rather just tell an adult than actually get his lil butt kicked. now he’s just smart about how he reacts / acts in situations where he’s being threatened

quiet guy for the most part until you get to know him. thick southern accent which u wouldn’t expect from looking at him but damn it’s there.. rlly tho look at him the bean

has taken to covering himself in blood and a hoodie when just ghosting around so the zombos / walkers don’t pick up on the fact that he’s alive

sometimes spraypaints buildings bc apparently he thinks he’s Apocalypse Banksy smh... majority of it is just nonsensical stuff tho. partially him trying to leave his mark on a dead planet

has a doggo named bosco who makes that difficult. bosco is a 5 yr old sheepdog mix who eli found at a gas station like four months ago. eli will say he hates bosco / “he just wouldn’t stop following me”. eli actually really loves bosco even tho bosco is a lil dumb at times

has morals more or less. definitely has shot / killed someone by now, though, and he doesn’t feel really guilty about it. (they were tryin to steal his stuff, he had v little as it was) 

the last group he was in kinda tore itself apart form the inside, and he got to watch everyone turn on each other and he ended up leaving on not-so-good terms. 

aka he shot the patriarch of the family who’s place they were staying at in the calf then stole his truck. truck ran out of gas in texas and he walked to amarillo where he stayed for a while

left amarillo looking for more resources

the rest is being written / plotted