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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Strog 😛 // loser, geek, whatever // i write fan fic, character x character, crossovers & aus // professional media consumer // musical theater stuff
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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Be More Chill // Dear Evan Hansen // Teeth the Musical // Nerdy Prudes Must Die // Tick, Tick... Boom! // Outsiders // Lost Boys // Star Wars // DC // Deadpool & Wolverine // Fantastic Four // FNAF // Green Day // Horror
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Ruth sketch for a request on my instagram! Pretend you can hear Ted saying “my wife!” but instead of Ted it’s me. I’d give my life for her. No one loves her as much as me. She resides in the deepest recesses of my heart. Ruth if you can hear me please come back to me I want you home my precious girl
Brad’s mind wandered back to Jeremy. His phone felt heavy in his hands as he took it out of his pocket. Could he ask Jeremy to come pick him up? Michael had a car, maybe they weren’t doing anything too important? Brad’s eyes glossed over the screen, swiping for Jeremy’s contact. He didn’t have very many to choose from, considering he had no friends.
Just as he began to type out a message to Jeremy, someone punched his shoulder. He winced. Was that supposed to be friendly?! He didn’t have friends. His head snapped up. “Jeremy! You said you weren’t coming,” Brad was met with someone shorter than him. He marked this difference because he himself was pretty averaged sized, so someone significantly shorter than him was a bit alarming. Considering, this someone was another boy.
“I’m not-,” Brad was cut off by the other boy talking. “Where’s Michael at? He said he wasn’t coming either but if you’re-“ “I’m not Jeremy.” Brad spoke up. The boy stopped, looking Brad up and down, squinting his eyes as he looked at Brad’s hair.
“Oh, yeah…,” he trailed off. “Guess you’re not… I’m Rich.” Brad nodded, suddenly feeling very awkward. He hadn’t noticed Rich had his hand held out for a shake until he was already pulling it back. Oops.
“I’m his cousin, Brad,” He introduced, trying to save the conversation. “Cool. Are you single?” Brad was taken aback. He was not into Rich. No one had ever asked if he was single before. “Uh, yes? But I’m not-,” “I’m not into you, I was just wondering if dating your best friend ran in the family.” Rich landed and playful clap to Brad’s back.
Rich was weird. His hair was blond with a bright, red streak down the middle. He had narly pink scars that ran down his neck and arms, and assumingly, his back. Brad came to the conclusion that either Rich had a Squip at one point, or he was fucking weird. Brad knew weird. He only figured Rich also had a Squip because of the jagged lines that clashed harshly against the other scar tissue on Rich’s arms.
Jeremy had some of those too, jagged lines in his skin that replicated circuits. They tended to blend into his freckles, though. Rich seemed less fortunate in the way that his more notable scars were large and splotchy, not computer-like.
Brad recalled the day he and Dawn first arrived to the Heere’s house. Jeremy was sitting on the couch, eyeing Brad awkwardly. Jeremy hadn’t met Dawn at that point. Brad had picked up on Jeremy’s scars during dinner, when Dawn made a scene over it. She was showing concern, asking what happened, if they still hurt. And then, in her signature religiously empathetic practices, began praying for Jeremy.
Jeremy looked uncomfortable, Mr. Heere hadn’t commented on it. Dawn encouraged Brad to join in. He looked at Jeremy and said ‘sorry that happened to you.’ Before going back to picking at the food on his plate.
Dawn and Jeremy seemed to be getting along okay. Dawn informed Brad that she believed Jeremy was disturbed, they needed to help him. She wanted to save him. Brad had heard this all before, and selfishly, was just glad that Dawn’s worry was geared towards someone else.
Rich caught Brad’s eyes wandering up and down his arms. He pulled the sleeves of his dress shirt down from their previous rolled up position. “Sorry.” Brad apologized quickly, he hadn’t meant to stare. Rich didn’t answer. He scuffed his beat up dress shoes against the gym floor with a squeak before glancing back up at Brad.
“Wanna come to an after party at my friend’s house after this?”
Something a little different today :P I was listening to cool as I think I am (reprise) and started sobbing once again and I really wanted to draw Peter Spankoffski from that scene!!
yk what regarding (mostly treebros) fics I personally think Heidi in reality wouldn't be that fond of connor
BUT I'm saying this as if she had higher standards? If Evan had friends? Because honestly, if your sons (boy) friend was a smoker and like tad problematic I dont think I would like it that much, considering a mothers instinct to protect her child and feed him good efforts and influence and shit
BUTTT since Heidi kinda has low standards, and is almost as desperate (if not more desperate) for her son to actually have a friend, she accepts connor nonetheless
I’m trying to remember my roots. I forgot how much I loved doing portraits of iconic people 😔😔 sometimes u gotta pick ur head up cause ur SnapBack is falling
im on my 7th rewatch of the deadbeat episode with will connolly and the more i think about Skillitz the more i imagine him as brad's WEIRD ass uncle that he is not allowed to talk to under any circumstances. like Skillitz is just so unholy and impure. its a sin just to speak of him in the o'keefe household.
