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one of my favorite phrases is ‘that’s a problem for future me’ because it combines two of my favorite things, mild humor and intense, panic inducing procrastination 

Tipsy Little Mix at the Brit Awards 2017 Winners’ Room

my anxiety has a loophole that if somebody is else is equally or more uncomfortable I develop the sudden ability to Do The Thing

Hm, for a prompt, how about Lardo coming out as some kind of queer to the team?

They’re joking.

Lardo thinks they’re joking. She hopes they are, because if Ransom and Holster are being serious right now, Lardo’s gonna have to address the fact that her best friends are morons. Sure, Lardo’s never explicitly stated her sexuality; she’s not really sure what it is herself, other than not straight. She thought that much was obvious.  And now Camilla’s looking at her like she’s not sure what’s going on, and Lardo had been so cool earlier and managed to bring her hot date back to her place and these guys are going to ruin it for her.

“See?” Holster is saying, waving his hand dramatically at the girls. “Chicks cuddle on the couch all the time bro, and they’ve got the closest friendships.”

Lardo winces a little at the word ‘friendship’ and Camilla just shakes her head, hiding a smile. Thank God she already knows the guys through Jack, or she might start to think Lardo has bad taste in friends.

“What more do you want from me, man?” Ransom asks, hands thrown up in desperation. “We’ve already started taking communal naps.”

Throughout this, Lardo and Camilla sit stock still on the couch, hoping if they don’t move, neither of the guys will notice Lardo’s unbuttoned shirt, Camilla’s hiked-up skirt. The haus was supposed to be empty, damnit.

“I’m just saying, if we wanna win the championship this year, we gotta up our d-man chemistry. Lardo and Cams are already hella tight. What’s your secret, Lards?”

Lardo looks at Camilla, asking a silent question. Camilla shrugs and nods.

“We’re dating,” Lardo answers simply. It feels good to say.

Holster’s face does a complicated series of expressions and Ransom looks like he’s trying not to react but failing pretty hard at it.

“Oh no. Oh man, are we totally cockblocking you right now?” Holster asks, moving towards his bag in small backwards steps.

“Box-blocking, dude,” Ransom corrects, tossing his own backpack over his shoulder. “We’ll be in the library for an hour… studying and stuff.”

“Make it two,” Lardo shouts to their hastily retreating backs.

Ok so @littlestpersimmon has my all time favorite fam jam art style. Like I dare anyone to disagree with me when I say their stuff is tear inducing and awe inspiring. Hence I commissioned them to do this for piece a scene that I was writing for my pb&j fic but instead I stared at it for twenty minutes, wrote some fluff based on it, and made the last chapter super long to wrap it up because damn doesn’t this make you want nothing but happiness for them?

So in conclusion pb&j is pure, Bell is a beautiful human being, thank you for your time.

harry: *falls in love with ginny weasley*

my gay mouth: relatable,

the winter after ginny’s last year at hogwarts, they move in to their first shared home. 

Holster Has Made Out With Everyone 5) Junior Year: Bitty

Epikegsters, man. They’re fucked up. Like, wake up in the wrong bed wearing someone else’s underwear, possibly in the wrong time zone kind of fucked up. Every single (epic) time.

Holster has a good night at first — he and Ransom spend the evening wheeling volleyball girls (and accidentally, Chowder) with ghost stories and hockey trivia, and then there’s the whole epic Kent Parson appearance, and the tub juice is extra dire. Lardo is magnificent, ruling the party in every possible way. Even Jack is more in the party spirit than usual, hanging out all casual with Bitty - thank fuck those two are friends now, it was no fun when they were feuding or whatever.

But later on, the vibe shifts. March and April head home early with Farmer because they all have practice the next morning, Kent Parson stalks out of the Haus looking like someone threw up on his Mercedes (not out of the realms of possibility) and somehow Holster ends up sober enough that Shitty sticks him with frog duty.

By the time he wanders back back from escorting Nursey, Dex and Chowder back safely to their dorms, the party has dropped to a dull roar, and Ransom has left a jock strap on the door as the universal sign of getting some.

At least he tossed Holster’s pillow and blanket outside the door first, so it’s not a complete kick in the balls.

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Jerry’s is a madhouse.

Normally, at this hour, the place is relatively quiet. But as soon as Ransom gave his orders to beat the LAX bros there and claim every single table before those douchenozzles could even get their names on the waitlist, the entire SMH team, along with every single one of their varied fans currently on hand, descended on the place en masse.

Unfortunately, the chaos of the situation didn’t leave much room for negotiation on seating arrangement. And of course Dex ends up squeezed into a tiny table for two with Nursey.

Dex scowls down at the bowl of creamers that a part of him wants to start stacking into pyramids like he used to do whenever he was dragged to diner breakfasts with the grandparents as a kid. Nursey just casually peruses the menu like he doesn’t have it memorized, and like he isn’t very obviously ignoring the D-man across from him.

Are they fighting? Okay, they’re always fighting, stupid question. But Dex is having a hard time remembering what this newest one is even about.

Their knees knock together under the table, seeing as it wasn’t designed to be shared by two long-limbed men over six foot. It’s not either of their faults, but Nursey huffs like it is and sets his menu back down onto the table roughly.

“I think your fanclub has a seat free at their table if you’d prefer it,” Dex mutters.

“You trying to get rid of me, Poindexter?”

“What gave me away?”

“Or,” Nursey smirks and raises an eyebrow the way he does whenever he thinks he’s found just the right William Poindexter button to push that will get a good reaction. “Are you just jealous?”

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