yknow there was a lot more to the fic i wanted to draw but i couldnt get this image out of my head
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@ahimbo
yknow there was a lot more to the fic i wanted to draw but i couldnt get this image out of my head
jonah scott send tweet
*to the tune of still into you by paramore* and after all this time, i still dont know how to draw kissing
bro we’re gettin tender up in this bitch
*writhes on floor*
oh boohoo did someone realize that they like the guy with 3 first names well bitch me too tf
PATBRI RIVALS WITH HOMOEROTIC TENSION
JSHDAS I HATE HOW I COULD ONLY THINK ABOUT THAT ANIME OLYMPIC RIBBON DANCING BIT FROM GNG GOD
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“Hey, Gill, good job out there.”
Pat stiffens ever so slightly as Gilbert approaches, the gentle tapping of his bare feet against the disgusting locker room floor, the even gentler swishing of his uniform brushing against bits that Pat really shouldn’t be thinking of.
“Not so bad yourself, Gilbert,” Pat replies. He slams his locker closed and flips some hair out of his face, moves to grab his bag off the floor. But, on the way, his hand brushes against Gilbert’s as he motions to grab his own bag.
Time stops.
The fuck are you playing at? Pat thinks, narrowing his eyes.
You shouldn’t have done that, Gilbert seems to reply, his own eyes narrowing. They both stand in unison.
Gilbert swings his bag over his shoulder and crosses his arms. “Have a good day.”
Pat sniffs and turns his head aside, closing his eyes if only to not have to look this man in the face. Any longer, and Pat would be dead meat in more ways than one. “Yeah. Whatever.”
“What did you just say to me?” Gilbert growls. Pat can hear another step closer, the leathery crinkle of his gloves as he clenches his fists. “Speak up, Gill, can’t hear you over the amount of bullshit brewing in this room.”
“Only bullshit in here is from your mouth, Gilbert,” Pat responds. And then he’s being slammed against the lockers, and his head knocks back and he lets out an oof of a breath, and Gilbert’s hands are bunched up in the front of his shirt. They’re shaking.
Pat opens his eyes and looks down at Gilbert maybe a bit more tenderly than he’d ever be willing to admit. Because maybe this is his one weakness, being thrown around like one of Pat’s own ribbons. He knows he looks like a total fool, mouth open pathetically and eyes wide.
Gilbert’s face is red, but Pat’s suddenly not sure if it’s from the unfortunately good performance he just pulled off out there. Something about the way his mouth is set, the tilt of his eyebrows, his shaking hands. How he can’t seem to stop looking at Pat’s mouth.
The room is silent. Outside, Pat knows there’s plenty of noise. Fans going wild, the camera crew fucking around on their lunch break, another performer warming up with their coach in the room next door. But in here, it’s just Pat and Gilbert’s breaths and the faint hum of the electric lights above them.
Pat swallows and gently, too gently, shoves Gilbert away and smoothes down the front of his shirt. Gilbert staggers back looking at his hands like he burned them.
“See you later,” Pat says. He flips his hair again and grabs his bag.
Gilbert snaps out of it and sneers and looks to the side, still mostly red. “Yeah, whatever, Gill.”
What if,,,,I ruined our friendship?? And we were lovers instead?? Ha Ha just kidding......unless...
Werewolf pat literally eats too much beef jerky. The people who don’t know his secret are like “wow that’s a real jerky fan” meanwhile Brian and like Allegra are like “fuckin furry eating your furry jerky” and pat cries
henlo stinky werewolf pat go eat a beef jerky
sjdjfkkfkg they make fun of him In Jest but they also, like, swing by pat’s desk the week of the full moon with an extra bag of jerky and casually drop it off for him and he’s like Oh My God You Are My Only Friends And I Love You
i hate things where the werewolf hates being a werewolf like you turn into a giant dog at night what exactly is your problem here
sorry for inactivity feelin burnt out. take this garbage thing
it’s vamp pat, baybee
hey so why the FUCK have none of you guys written piss constable fic (i would do it, of course, if i could read)
wooz.
He smiles, teeth yellowed with age and…well, Pat would prefer to not think about what else has gone into that mouth.
The man’s dressed like a shitty version of Sherlock Homles, complete with the deerstalker cap and the thick brown cape-coat thing (fuck if Pat knows what it’s called, Brian would know, Brian would also literally drop dead laughing once he saw the inside of this room). He looks tired. He looks old, though not the two hundred years he’s supposed to be. Like, fifty, maybe, complete with tiny little grey hairs popping up in his dirty blond hair. Pat would prefer not to be this close and would prefer to not be seeing anything about this creepazoid this close, in fact, but he isn’t exactly being given a choice here.
“I’m supposed to stream in fifteen minutes,” Pat says, flinching when the creep just pushes his face closer with a too-loud sniff. “Please leave?”
“I can’t,” says the man, still sounding entirely like a knockoff Michael Caine. His breath smells like Gatorade. “I’m trapped here until Doctor Jizzums reopens the time portal.”
“Yeah, cool, whatever, but I will literally get fired if we don’t go live, so…”
And that, of course, is when Brian comes into the room in a flurry of enthusiasm and anxiety, and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees the position Pat’s in.
“Why, Patrick,” Brian says, smile quirking up into something so dangerous Pat would be hiding from it if he wasn’t currently being pinned by an insane man. “you didn’t tell me we have a guest star tonight?”
“We don’t,” Pat says. He finally manages to wiggle himself free and immediately goes to- he isn’t hiding behind Brian, he’s protecting him. From behind. Brian, ever the friend, just reaches back and pats his arm. “I don’t know who this is.”
The man stands and brushes off the front of his cape thingy, his stained, worn suit, and adjusts his tie.
“Piss Constable at your service,” he says, and Pat’s eyes widen just as Brian’s jaw visibly drops. “Now, which one of you would happen to be ‘Gill’?”
i hate you so much i am going to kill you i hate you i am so mad at you don’t talk to me i cannot stand you die
no one:
@cripplepunkdyke : 'when I call pat gill a furry I mean he is a FURRY'
Actuslly fuck you cuz both @ahimbo AND @asorrywrite reblogged that post and put in the tags that pat is a furry because hes a werewolf, or something similar. So I had to clarify that pat being a furry has nothing to do with pat being a werewolf
ashley that’s bc we both are writing/have written werewolf pat fics and are not willing to accept your reality, you foolish person
I'm not foolish I'm just not a COWARD
I may be a coward, but at least I have dignity
wooz i was about to back you up but then i saw The Thing you just did and i changed my mind you are a coward and a fool and i do not like you anymore never speak to me agAIN
hey so why the FUCK have none of you guys written piss constable fic (i would do it, of course, if i could read)
wooz.
2 kinds of ppl ig
Why do people care so much about a piece of — no offense — punctuation?
THESE PEOPLE GET IT “the em dash is emphatic, agile and still largely undefined.” “A rebel without a clause.” “a leap of faith.” “the ‘just belt it and go’ of punctuation.” “faux casual” “if anyone comes for an em dash and tries to say it’s used too much, I’m willing to defend it with my life”