#2ndplacewins

[ajawnich]

2ndplacewins:

I went to buy a 420 fish from you and I noticed that we are basically twins

matchy matchies

[wengoku]

I'm glad someone else I follow is Actually Dying over The Get Down cancellation because it's burning up my heart from the grief

my soul is literally withering from the inside out as we speak

[dailyreaper76]

This blog is all I have ever wanted thank you

Love you!

[razzledazzy]

Is your jaw locked or something???

no i just have really bad jaw pressure problems like my dentist is supposed to be making me a night guard to help alleviate it but my cheeks are bitten all the time and the sides of my tongue have permanent indentations from my teeth and i get migraines and im stressed out and my teeth hurt and it sucks!

[thealmightymeep-blog]

Gay ask! (If you don't mind) 1, 9, and 10--perfect date, brown eyes, and dog vs cat

Not at all!! My idea of a perfect date would be hanging out at a local park and maybe even setting up a small picnic/ making a pillow fort and watching a movie!Brown eyes are beautiful eyes! Absolutely stunning!❤️I’m definitely a cat gay but dogs are wonderful too

[enekorre]

I can't believe you now every time I see that purple comic i will only be able to think of rvb you have cursed me

mwahahahahaha!!

[awake-atnight]

Do you maybe wanna do number 86 in that writing prompt maybe..

OH my god I’m sorry I took so long to answer this. Fun fact the date i started on this was 7/24/16, which, holy shit, is nearly a year ago. thank you for sending me this.Prompt 86: for science“Why did you dye your hair?” Patrick asks, when they leave ahouse the next morning. More like noon, actually. It’s driving days today andtomorrow, and Patricks grateful for that, because his voice is nothing morethan a wispy rasp right now.  

Patrick’s in the backseat of the van, behind the driver’sseat where Andy takes first shift. There’s something he’s sitting on that’sdigging in his thigh, maybe a pen, but he can’t help but stare at Joe in thepassenger seat. Joe’s head is bent down, looking at the map in his lap. He’smouthing the name of cities and routes, and Patrick looks away when he realizeshe’s amused and staring.  

He remembers that Joe disappeared upstairs before they hadeventually gone to sleep, and Patrick would have stayed up for him to comeback, stomach turmoiling for reasons he didn’t know why, but Pete had wrappedhis arms around his neck started to whisper to him about movies and candy andhow they need another movie binge, stat, and Patrick was lulled to sleep by themurmur of Pete’s voice in his ear.

It had been a startling discovery first thing in the morning,waking up to the smell of breakfast (!) and then seeing Joe with a head full ofblonde hair (!!!!!???¿¿) in the kitchen, helping cook with their host.  

For girls?” Pete chimes in, knee bumping into the plastic cupof tea Patrick was gifted by girl, Jane, before leaving. She was nice, had long blonde hair and a parakeet she kept in a huge cage in the living room. Patrick took a sip asPete took over talking. “Jane ask you to try on a dress too?” Joe’s too busyfiguring out their route to turn around and punch Pete in the backseat, soPatrick does it for him. The tea almost spills. It’s a worthy casualty.  

“Blonde hair isn’t gonna get anyone to notice me,” Joe saysadamantly. Patrick opens his mouth to disagree. It certainly got his attention.“Every band has a blonde in it. We needed more diversity in hair color, dude.We have black hair—“ 

“Black and red,” Pete corrects. 

“Black and shitty remnants of red dye, yes. Patrick’sginger-strawberry blonde-brown something,“ Joe turns around to make quickeye contact with Patrick, then looks away and runs his hand through his hair.He faces forward again. “and Andy’s regular brown hair, which looks like agirl’s.” 

Andy says, "Shut up, box blonde." 

"You know I love you, dear Burley,” Joe answers.“And it’s bleach, actually. Exit left in eighteen miles." 

Pete leans on the front seat, right up against the back ofJoe’s head. He runs a hand through the new-golden curls. Patrick’s struck witha hint of curiosity on how it feels. “So this is, what, balancing it out?”

Patrick shakes his head and erases the sight of Joe shiveringwith Pete pulling on his hair, trailing down to the nape of his neck. The curls were less golden and more caramel, light brown, whatever. 

“For science,” Joe answers, and even thoughthat makes no sense, it’s still a sufficient answer. Pete releases him with afriendly pet, then suddenly grabs him in a headlock. There’s shouting andlaughing and Andy almost crashes the car but doesn’t. So everything’s normal.  

 — 

“Honestly,” Joe tells him. “I asked her to do it for me.” 

Patrick spits into the sink. It’s a couple days after Jane’s,and Joe with blonde hair is easier to wake up to and see. They’re crashing atanother house again, but instead of Joe going upstairs, it’s Andy. “Wow. Did she say she liked guys with blonde hair?”  

“No,” Joe says, leaning on the bathroom counter. It’s morelike he’s sitting on it, waiting for Patrick to finish brushing his teeth. “She, uh,said she thought you were into blondes, because you kept looking at her thewhole time we were there.” 

Huh. Patrick drops his toothbrush into its ziplock bag andcloses it. Patrick doesn’t know what to say, or rather, he doesn’t know howto explain he kept looking at her the whole time because he couldn’t believe Joewas grenade-jumping tonight. He couldn’t stomach the fact that Joe was going tosleep with her. “What did you say?” 

There’s a pause before Joe answers. “I said, ‘I think he likes me,actually, but I’m not a hundred percent sure on that, so I’ll take a chance and do something stupid and see if something changes.‘”  

Patrick looks up into the mirror, startled. The memory oflooking at Joe with her is overtaken by quick stages surprise, embarrassment,fear? In the image, he sees the back of Joe’s head, but the side profile of himtoo, staring at Patrick. 

“You did not,” Patrick says, accusatory. 

“I didn’t,“ Joe admits, smiling. Patrick turns to look at thereal Joe now, not the mirror. "I said ‘I’m willing to try anything.’ And she’straining to be a hairstylist, so it wasn’t too bad." 

Patrick smiles back, the feeling in his chest subsiding,replaced by that familiar, comfortable feeling he got when Joe was around. “So this was for science, right? She’s right, sort of. But I think it’s more of a Joe thingthan a hair color thing." 

"Great, because I don’t think this is a good look forme.” Joe scratches his head, and Patrick remembers how Pete said that Joe’s hair would probably go from yellow to orange to bright, firetruck red, and he can’t wait.

Patrick tilts his head, pretending to think about it as Joegot closer, into his personal space. He wants to touch Joe’s hair, feel it all,see what happens if he tugs on it. But (and he’s willing to bet his next mealand his whole collection of records at home) he thinks he’ll have a lot ofopportunities to, in the future. “I think it looks awesome, dude.”The way Joe beams, Patrick swears to god. He’s such a loser for loving him.

[aang-the-last-motherfucker]

Ice cream asks, if you're feeling it c: Strawberry, rocky road, mocha, and neapolitan!

strawberry:a language you wish you could speak?- Japanese

rocky road:favorite songs at the moment?- uhhhhhh no idea, honestly. I don’t usually pick favorites easily

mocha:ideal weather conditions?- sunny with some clouds and warm with a slight breeze

neapolitan:things that stress you out?- nearly everything. politics, my future, talking to my dad, Greek homework, getting homework done on time, dealing with looking for an internship, talking to strangers, thinking about exs, confrontation, not getting enough sleep, speaking in class.

 everything, man