#choir shenanigans

[3xhowolves]

do i dare play obey me while im on the bus to festival

[coastxlwaters]

@creaturenamedchoir remember this?

Come see my Amd choir shenanigans: @stormbreaker-290 @eternal-soup @multifandomcutie13 @weirdenbyferret @escapetheslaughters @yelesomeblue @im-just-a-dumb-gay @inkyucu @itsahotminuteinbetween @o-i-w-u @potatotato-26 @strawberry-arrowtip @froggielovescoffee @h-didanart @just-a-normal-nova @knizuu @letthebloodrunlikeariver @liminal---nightmare-aliza @loony2star @librarian-computer

[oddball-artz]

This is our choir mascot. He does all the drugs. I like to think all school choirs are this chaotic. The painting is my art tho. The other picture however is just how the band kids left him after using the choir room for a meeting. Strangely enough, that's not the weirdest way we've found him.

[teddyreblogslotf]

Simon: So let me get this straight- Roger: More like let me run this bi you Jack: Let’s see if this pans out Henry: We should ace-ess the situation Maurice: I’m gay

[whoareurl]

The Choir - Part 6

soooo i know i’ve been gone for like what? a year? sorry omg i have precisely no excuse but uni has been wild. i just kinda suddenly was possessed with a desperate need to write about these boys. there isn’t a lot snz wise going on but a lot of pining and y’know. i’m having fun. since it’s been A YEAR, if u wanna refresh their story so far u can find them in order here! but also if you don’t care anymore because IT’S BEEN A YEAR that’s totally cool too!

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Thomas lied to Mr Malone about his first class. He didn’t know what made him do it but the words were spilling out of him before they’d had a chance to be stupid-checked by his brain.

“I don’t have class until this afternoon if you’d like some company?”

The moment he said it, he experienced an overwhelming urge to hurl himself out the window of Mr Malone’s first floor flat. Even if it wouldn’t kill him, the sheer drama of the moment might distract both of them from the most embarrassing thing Thomas has ever said in his entire life. He had resigned himself to the necessity of transferring to a university on the other side of the country by the time Mr Malone smiled at him.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you,” he said, and Thomas’s heart hammered as it sank deep into the pit of his stomach. Any lower, and it might just fall out his butt. “But being sick can be terribly lonely.”

Thomas held his breath. Was...was his cute, sexy, and vulnerable choirmaster asking him to stay with him while he suffered through a miserable cold and hold him through his shivers and mop his fevered brow and-

Okay, he was getting a bit ahead of himself. But his heart still catapulted up into his throat and he was suddenly worried it was going to pop out of his mouth rather than his butt. Or maybe it was actually thudding out of his chest like in cartoons. (He risked a quick glance down and was relieved to discover that this was decidedly not the case.)

“Besides,” Mr Malone went on, wiping his poor red nose with what was by now a very tired tissue. “Ellie seems to think you’re part of the couch now. Wouldn’t do to harm her concept of object permanence at such a delicate age.”

God, Thomas thought. He’s so fucking weird. He’s perfect.

Since Mr Malone refused to let him get up lest he disturb Ellie’s catnap, the nurse/patient scenario which had been growing arms and legs in Thomas’s mind quickly began to fade as he watched Mr Malone stand up again with a groan of exhaustion and shuffle into the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of tea. Thomas didn’t think anybody actually owned teapots outside of his grandfather and old ladies who exchanged gossip in the church hall on Sunday afternoons. He heard a flurry of rough, almost violent sneezes from the kitchen but all he could see was the blurred outline of Mr Malone’s shadow in the soft light shifting noncommittally with each desperate spasm.

Trying quite desperately to ignore the sudden heat between his legs as an image of Mr Malone falling asleep with his head on Thomas’s shoulder blossomed unbidden in his mind, Thomas quickly focused his attention on the variety of instruments cluttering up the living room. He noticed a violin case tucked away down the side of an armchair and wondered just how many instruments Mr Malone could actually play. He pictured his long, slender fingers pressing confidently against the taut strings, the body of the instruments nestled expertly beneath his chin. He saw his teacher’s strong grip on the bow, the fluid sway of his body as he moved with the feel of the music, intensity of his body’s music growing to a climax along with the music until-

“Thomas?”

Thomas snapped back to reality with an unpleasant crash and found Mr Malone sitting on the couch next to him, one hand resting gently on his thigh and an expression of deep concern on his face. The tone of his voice suggested that he’d been trying to get Thomas’s attention for some time and the thought of what his face might have betrayed of his daydreaming sent a shiver down his spine.

“Are you alright?” Mr Malone asked, voice quiet and hoarse. “You’re not feeling ill, are you?”

“No!” Thomas protested quickly, wincing when Ellie grumbled. “No, I’m fine. Just...away with the fairies.”

Mr Malone was squinting at him, apparently unconvinced. “Maybe it isn’t a good idea for you to stay. I really don’t want to give you this.”

“No! It’s okay, really,” Thomas said desperately, trying to claw his way towards an excuse. He didn’t want to leave. He’d just moments ago been granted this insight into Mr Malone’s private life and he didn’t feel ready to give it up yet.

Mr Malone hummed thoughtfully and reached forward to press a cold hand against Thomas’s forehead. More than anything, Thomas willed himself to stop bloody blushing or else Mr Malone was going to think-

“You look a bit flushed. And you’re warm,” Mr Malone said and the corners of his eyes were creased in concern.

Thomas wanted to reach over and smooth out the lines of worry on the choirmaster’s face, to reassure him that he was fine, that he didn’t need to go home, that he wasn’t catching Mr Malone’s cold. He cursed his stupid body’s inability to think about this man without instantly turning his face a ridiculous shade of scarlet.

Mr Malone sighed and Thomas knew what he was going to say before the words were out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to ask you to stay. I’d hate to get you sick,” he said quietly, patting Thomas’s upper arm before pulling away and shifting so he was as far from Thomas as he could be while still sitting on the couch.

“It’s really f-”

“No.” Mr Malone interrupted gently. “I’d like you to go home and rest. I’ll be perfectly alright on my own.”

Thomas sighed. “What about Ellie?” He asked, defeated. He knew this was a lost cause.

Silently, Mr Malone reached over and nudged Ellie’s behind firmly, earning a disgruntled meow as she hopped down onto the ground and sauntered off down the hall with her tail swishing carelessly through the air.

“Thank you for the lift, Thomas,” Mr Malone said as they both stood. Mr Malone placed a hand on the small of Thomas’s back as he guided him to the door. “I really do appreciate it. And I’ll see what I can do about getting you into an advanced piano class.”

“Oh, you don’t, you don’t have to do that,” Thomas said, flustered.

“It’s no trouble,” Mr Malone said, sounding raspier with every word. Thomas felt his own throat ache in sympathy. “And don’t worry. If they won’t bend the rules, I’m happy to teach you myself.”

And, without even giving Thomas a chance to respond, Mr Malone told him to have a safe trip back and closed the door, leaving his poor, smitten student gaping like a goldfish at the chipped green paint. Feeling somewhat numb, Thomas robotically made his way outside and climbed into his car.

Mr Malone was...happy to teach him...himself? Did that mean...did that mean there was likely to be more of these one-on-one moments in that tiny office, Mr Malone adjusting his wrists just so?

Thomas let his forehead smack down on his steering wheel. This man was going to be the death of him.

[shitposting-puppet]

Quotes Cast

Since the last one got deleted, here it is again.

The cast is as follows:

AcDec:

The Gay™

Nixon

Book

Gamer Boy

Older Meme

Latin

The OG Gay

Holt

JR

Greenie

Sasquatch

Sasquatch' sis/The sister

Mr. H

Mayonnaise

Crammer

Myself

Choir:

Mrs. G

Monika

Book

Older Meme

JAnd

JC

Twin

MiniBible

Older Shoe

Younger Shoe

Myself

Drama:

Gaybro 1

Gaybro 2

Monika

Lizard

JAnd

Older Shoe

Island

Mrs. C

Cat

Myself

Band:

Mr. W

JAnd

Dead Inside™

Older Shoe

Younger Shoe

AJay

Older Meme

Younger Meme

Mayonnaise

Stoop

Fishman

Canada

Myself

Misc:

Carl (@badshitpostingdumbass)

George

Dom

Book

Bob

Middle Child

Pure One

Younger Meme

PokéBoy

Ky

My mom

Myself

List is subject to changes

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

Choir Tonight

Soprano One Section: *is confused, doesn't sing at all*

Choir Director: Good! Soprano One's, you can even pull back a bit more there, be very very soft!!

Soprano One's: *crisis*

[3xhowolves]

teacher nearly forgot about me during singing tests and as she was giving some feedback i slowly raised my hand to tell her and she let out one of her NoisesTM (this time an AHH!!) as she saw me and realized

the choir then repeated the noise immediately