One Of My Favorite Phrases Is ‘that’s A Problem For Future Me’ Because It Combines Two Of My Favorite

so i was brought back to the hazeapalooza blog post for an entirely different reason, but look!! i found the third instance to finally prove that holster 130% uses ransom’s first name whenever he is jealous

and a bonus, because really n, you’re not even trying to make this boy subtle

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Nursey Week Day 6: Opportunity/Dreamer

Snuggle frogs!!!!! None of them fit in that bed smh

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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The Baby Project AU:

Beacon Hills decides that the best way to show their students what being a parent is really like is by making them take care of a “baby”. Some people take it more seriously than others.

Somewhere along the line, Stiles realizes he loves Scott’s earnestness and dedication to a project they aren’t even being graded on, loves the look in his best friend’s eyes at two in the morning when this annoyingly realistic doll starts crying and they stay up all night talking in lieu of sleep, whispering half-forgotten secrets in that vulnerable way of the exhausted. He just loves Scott.

And Scott, well… he was just waiting for Stiles to figure it out.

Kara’s cute outfits ≧▽≦ 3/??

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.

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

yo the part where they’re in bed and hayley is touching the girl’s body and she’s got stretch marks how beautiful was that

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.