#angeryginger

[bandlucy]

idk if you enjoy or would want to watch reaction videos, but i support ONE kpop reaction channel and I've requested lucy a couple times if you wanna see him fall in love with them

PLEASE yes lol send it i need to watch this

[hoenursey]

got tagged by @angeryginger on my main but it’s more fun doing things here lol <3

lock screen, last played song, and last saved image !!

this pretty much defines me as a person lmao. tagging @oluranurse, @dizzeeshao, @unacaritafeliz, and of course my wife @georgiapeche, as well as a blanket tag to anyone who wants to do it !! say i tagged u lol

[showsonface]

Nurseydex cooking or somethin

yknow that one video of those two lesbians chopping a squash with a hammer? yeah

[zim-tits]

JENNA IM CRYIGN

[dumouwin]

angeryginger replied to your post “wait hold on can you elaborate on gudbranson’s thotty tattoo what are...”

That's so big and ugly he's absolutely a thot

100000%. dumo is still my main but gudbranson CAN and WILL be my side chick.

[cryptenby]

happiest of birthdays to artist extraordinare, @angeryginger! you’re a gift to this fandom and i’m so glad to have you around! i’m on mobile so i cant properly link things, but i wrote a fic based off the genderqueer nursey, ford, and lardo pic you drew. i hope you like it, and i hope today was as wonderful as you! 💕💕 (also happy pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜)

“Titties are like, the biggest conundrum because, as a human being who exists in the world, I love them but also. I want them off of me, you know?” Ford says, hands squishing their boobs in their bra, a look of annoyance on their face.

Lardo makes a humming sound of agreement and Nursey makes one of sympathy. Ford is laying on their back on the floor of their dorm room, clad in a bra and a pair of Nursey’s boxers, while Nursey gets made up by Lardo. There’s the sudden sucking sound of what Ford thinks is Lardo pulling the wand in and out of a tube of mascara, confirmed when they ask Nursey to close his eyes. Ford rolls over into their stomach to watch.

Lardo is an artist through and through, and Nursey’s features are a perfect canvas on which to work. He looks phenomenal already and Ford knows they’re only just getting started.

“Yeah, I’m perfectly happy to not have boobs, as much as I enjoy them. Sometimes though, I really wish I didn’t have a dick,” Nursey sighs.

“Oh God, I would love a dick,” Ford and Lardo groan together.

They look at each other before snorting, while Nursey rolls his eyes with a smile.

“Does tucking help, kinda like binding helps? And do you want lipgloss or lipstick?” Lardo asks.

“Uh. I don’t know, this is your piece, bro. Trust your vision or whatever.”

Lardo rolls their eyes and looks at Ford, who covers her giggle with her hand.

“And tucking helps sometimes but like. I can’t just stand in the mirror and stare at myself all day, ya know?” he says.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’ve never really thought about it,” Lardo says, not unkindly. They sit, staring at Nursey’s current look and letting his words wash over them a bit. They figure a response isn’t really necessary; sometimes just having other genderqueer people hear you out is enough. “I think I’m gonna do lipstick. A nude, maybe, since your eyes are so dramatic?”

“Mmm, chill.”

Ford watches them a little longer, mouthing along to the music playing lowly out of the speaker on Lardo’s dresser. They consider asking Lardo to pretty them up too, but the thought of cleaning it off later stresses them out too much. They scoot over to dig around Lardo’s makeup bags, just to see, and come up with a face mask and a happy squeak.

“Hey Lards, can I use this?”

“Yeah, dude. Break out the avocado one for me, and we’ll make it a party,” they say.

“Well dammit, now I want a face mask,” Nursey pouts.

“Pull your lip back; if I fuck up your lipstick, I will actually murder you,” Lardo says seriously.

Nursey fixes his face, and Ford absolutely does not laugh at him.

The next few hours are filled with laughter and self care, face masks and snacks and chirps galore. Nursey eventually convinces Ford to let Lardo do her make up, and she ends up with wings sharp enough to cut a man, gold glitter dusted across her lids, highlighter glowing on her cheekbones, and a burgundy lip. Lardo takes their pictures for instagram and Tumblr, much to Nursey’s delight and Ford’s reluctance.

Lardo leans back on their hands, staring at their friends with a self satisfied smirk.

“You two look good.”

Ford and Nursey both lean over without discussing and lay a kiss on Lardo’s cheeks, lipstick marks standing out on their skin, a striking example of the love filled day they’ve spent together.

[ohjustletmewriteinpeace]

As a fandom I think we have criminally underused historic memes and I will not let that stand. Here I present to you my greatest creation yet: Ooh Sexy Dexy.

(Reupload a scanned version for @angeryginger‘s birthday)

[geniusorinsanity]

I'm gonna prompt "kissing pouty lips" bc nursey being deliberately mopey about something small and dex being like "OMG STOP"

“Nurse.”

Derek, sprawled on the floor with his face smashed into a pillow, doesn’t answer.

Will nudges him with his foot again. “Nursey.”

“No,” Derek says.

Another nudge, rather less gently now. “Derek.” Warning, now. “Bro, I’ll kick you.”

Derek’s pretty sure Will’s bluffing - they’ve had a firm conversation about the level of acceptable physical scuffling now that they’re dating - but he’s not gonna chance it. Will knows his ticklish spots now. He rolls over and fixes Will with his saddest, most pathetic face. “I can’t get up,” he says. “I’m dying.”

Will squints at him, and then crouches down. He doesn’t look particularly concerned, mostly because by this point, he knows that when Derek’s actually feeling shitty, he doesn’t act like this. “Okay,” he says, clearly humoring him. “Well, that sucks. I’d hate to have a dead boyfriend. Can I have your iPhone when you kick it?”

Derek squints at him. “You want my phone?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna sell it and use the money to get new tires for the truck.” Will smirks. “Thanks for loving those updates so much, babe. I’d be fucked if you had, like, an iPhone 5 or some shit.”

“You’re the worst,” Derek whines at him. “You’re not even asking why I’m dying.”

“True,” Will agrees. 

Derek rolls onto his back so he can fix Will with a pout. “That’s bad boyfriending,” he says. “You’re supposed to care about this shit.”

Will snorts. “I care about real shit,” he says. “Not about indulging you when you’re being overdramatic about…” He pauses, squints. “A fictional character being sad?”

Derek deepens his pout. 

“Annie’s being out of vegan blueberry muffins?”

“Closer,” Derek mutters.

Will looks thoughtful. “Library didn’t have a book you wanted?”

Derek heaves a sigh, looks up at Will with the biggest, saddest eyes he can, and admits, “Patagonia discontinued my favorite jean line.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Will mutters under his breath.

“Babe,” Derek whines. “I’m sad.”

Will’s eye roll could rival any fifteen-year-old’s, but the smile tugging at his lip is reluctantly fond. “Hey,” he says. Derek looks up at him. “If you get off the floor, I’ll let you drag me out to Annie’s and force those vegan things down my throat, and I won’t be a dick about it.”

Derek hesitates. He’d kind of hoped to wallow for a little while longer, because sometimes he just needs to indulge his overdramatic shit side. But getting Will to admit that vegan baked goods can actually be tasty is pretty tempting.”

“Come on,” Will wheedles him. “I’ll buy you one of those matcha lattes you like.”

“With almond whipped cream?” Derek pushes.

“That’s fucking gross,” Will sighs. “But yeah. With almond whipped cream.”

“Fine,” Derek says. He holds out his hands, and Will snorts, climbing to his feet and grasping his hands, pulling him up. Derek doesn’t help at all, and lets his full weight slump onto Will’s chest once he’s on his feet. 

Will grunts, but catches him around the waist. “Why are you like this,” he complains.

“I’m having emotions, William,” Derek reminds him, pouting.

Will snorts another laugh. “What else is new,” he says, but he leans forward and kisses Derek’s pouted lower lip, keeping his mouth firm until Derek huffs and kisses him back. Will grins and pulls back. “There you go,” he says, letting go of Derek and smacking his ass. “Come on. You’ve got a shitty latte to drink.”

“You promised not to be a dick,” Derek complains, but despite himself, he’s grinning. 

Which, knowing Will, was probably the goal all along.

Dick, Derek thinks fondly, and goes to get his shoes.

(shoot me a kissing prompt!)