#captain-nicnac

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captain-nicnac said: Was it Tony stark

Nah we’re on podcast lockdown in the group chat, we were making fun of Marcus Cutter again

[chrisfranklinchow]

@captain-nicnac replied to your post “so i’ve never really done a horoscope chart thingy and they need my...”

If you have an iPhone, the app co-star is free and helpful 😊

omg that’s awesome!! i’ll definitely check that out, thank you so much!!!! :)

[flipwizardmcgay]

i’ll be there

some sweet, fluffy, wholesome holsom for @captain-nicnac *u* (this here is what holster’s singing)

Ransom wakes to the sound of Holster entering the room, the near constant whistling he seems to do unconsciously stopping abruptly.

Ransom opens one eye to see Holster watching him, and cracks a smile for him. “Hey.”

“Shit, bro, did I wake you?” Holster sighs, flopping down next to Ransom on the bottom bunk and curling his gigantic frame almost protectively around him. Ransom smiles and reaches out to put his hand on Holster’s cheek.

“S’good, Holtzy,” he hums, his smile widening when Holster tilted his head and kissed Ransom’s palm, “Wanted to get up when you were out of class anyway.”

Holster grinned, leaning in to kiss Ransom’s nose. “Excellent,” and then, much quieter, “I missed you, Rans.”

And suddenly there’s a lump in Ransom’s throat like he’s about to cry, because even though they’d seen each other every single day (they lived in the attic together, it was kind of hard not to), they hadn’t had time or energy to do much more than give each other quick pecks on their way in and out.

Ransom had been so deep in ‘coral reef’ mode (as Holster likes to call it, Ransom prefers that over ‘prolonged anxiety attack’) the past week especially that he had slept in the top bunk instead of down in the bottom with Holster.

“I’m so-“ he starts, but Holster shushes him with his bright, easy grin and a soft kiss.

“Bro. You had a test. I know the drill, and I don’t mind. Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Still-“

“Nuh-uh. Not gonna let you apologize.”

“I’m-“

Holster screws up his face and sticks his fingers in his ears, like the huge overgrown child he is, and Ransom laughs, flicking him on the nose.

“Okay, okay, I get it.”

Holster beams, snuggling closer to Ransom and running a hand up and down his back, soothing Ransom back to sleep without even trying.

“If you don’t want me to pass out again, you should stop.” Ransom mumbles, and Holster snorts.

“You could always use more sleep, y’know.”

“But I wanted to make at least a little progress on that show you wanted me to watch with you.” Ransom knows he’s whining, but he also knows that the key to Holster’s heart is television shows, and he had been really excited about this new one lately.

And, just as expected (and proven over three and a half years) Holster absolutely lights up.

“Are you sure? I mean, I am so totally down, but you did just come out of a really big te-“

“Holtzy, just get up and grab the supplies.” Ransom laughs, interrupting Holster’s babbling, and Holster kisses his cheek before standing and saluting.

“Meet me in the kitchen to raid some snacks?”

Ransom salutes back. “Be right down, lemme just set up…what is it on, Netflix?”

“Hulu, actually.”

“Gotcha.”

And at that, Holster bounds out the door and down the stairs like a giant golden retriever.

Ransom snorts and rolls his eyes, feeling a fond smile grow on his face as he pulls out his laptop and signs into Holster’s Hulu account, pulling up the first episode of the show and pausing it to let it load a bit before he wandered down the kitchen as well.

Holster was standing in front of the microwave, humming and swaying, and Ransom stops to watch, enjoying the loose, relaxed, and happy boy in front of him.

“Liiiiive in my hoooouse, I’ll be your shelterrrrr, just pay me baaaack with one thousand kisseeeeeees, be my loveeeeeer, and I’ll cover yoooouuu,” Holster croons, and the second Ransom realizes what he’s singing, he walks over and smacks Holster in the arm.

“Don’t you dare bring that sad shit into Bitty’s kitchen, bro.”

Holster startles a bit but then smirks, continuing, “Open your door, I’ll be your tenant, don’t got much baggage to lay at your feet-“

“I swear on my life, Holster-“

And then Ransom is in Holster’s arms, swaying along with him as he keeps singing.

“But sweet kisses I’ve got to spare, I’ll be there, and I’ll cover you oh whooooah,”

“You’re the worst, you know what that reprise does to me.”

“I think they meant it, when they said you can’t buy love, well I know you can rent it, a new lease you are my love, one liiiife all my liiiiife, I’ve longed to discover something as true as this iiiiiis,”

“I have, y’know.”

“Hmm?”

“Longed to find something like this.” Ransom confesses, burying his head in Holster’s neck, feeling stupidly over emotional and in love.

Holster hums, a soft, happy sound, then kisses Ransom’s cheek. “So have I.”

They stand there for a couple moments longer, before both are startled out of their revere by the loud obnoxious beeping of the microwave.

“I’ve got it.” Holster says, detangling them to grab the bag out of the microwave as Ransom hurries over and grabs a bowl and a bag of chips out of their secret movie-time stash.

“Hey, Justin?” Holster says from behind him, the use of his first name startling Ransom a little, and he turns to look at him, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face as he looks back.

“Yeah, Adam?”

“I love you, you know?” Holster says, and he says them so soft and gently, like it’s something precious, and Ransom falls impossibly more in love with this boy.

He smiles, and says, “I know. And I love you too.”

“Sw’awesome.” Holster beams, crossing the kitchen and grabbing Ransom’s hand, “Now, time for you to experience a fucking masterful show.”

“I can’t wait.” Ransom laughs, squeezing Holster’s hand. “Lead the way.”

[flipwizardmcgay]

The Samwell Slammers made their debut at ECCC 2017!!!! (✿ ♥‿♥)

I had the best time on Sunday hanging out with these really kind, funny, and all-together lovely people and really hope I get to see them again sometime soon!!! (and based on things that happened that day, I have so many fic ideas :P)

STARRING:

@hulklinging as Slayoncé (Bitty)!!!!!

@hobopoppins as Zimmermann (Jack)!!!!!!

@grazingfire as 💩 (Shitty)!!!!!!

@soveryaverageme as Slam Chowder (Chowder)!!!!!!

@pugglemuggle as Code Red (Dex)!!!!!!!!

@captain-nicnac as Nurse Savage (Nursey)!!!!!!

[flipwizardmcgay]

Here’s everyone who attended the omgcp meetup today at eccc!!! it was a blast meeting you all and hanging out <3 (i just realized i didn’t sign it whoopsie i’m alyssa everyone)

[flipwizardmcgay]

🥳

He then turns and makes his way back across the minefield of broken glass, turning back once to roll his eyes at Galo and point at the stairs.

Galo can’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he obliged, climbing up the familiar stairway up to the bunks, the weariness he’d tried to tamp down at the end of it all coming back full-force and then some.

But it’s still not enough to not notice the small figure curled up in his desk chair. 

Since they’d met a little over a week ago, it was hard for Galo not to notice Lio Fiota.

[harryyshouse]

Any chance you could tag slimyswampghost’s posts as “horror” or something? I know it’s silly but I’m easily spooked. If it’s not convenient to do it’s okay just let me know!

@captain-nicnac yes for sure! I don’t usually reblog posts like that but I will definitely keep this in mind and try my absolute best to tag anything of the same nature in the future! thank so much for letting me know 😊

[heilos]

Hey could you send the link to the real playlist? I don’t want to accidentally give the wrong one views, and I’d like to promote your work but I’m unfamiliar with your YouTube profile. Is it MysteryBen27?

It’s not my Youtube profile, it’s my project director Ben who goes by MysteryBen27 on youtube. Here is the real full playlist link, thank you!https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0fvOtjetDLFH_avalzdmSLL91rvwiE07