#dj grant

[jessesajoke]

Trans flag color picked from dignan saying he hopes jk rowling burns in a housefire (but doesnt die)

[hivemindchanel]

soft strums

quadeca x reader

in which you sit with ben while he plays guitar.

you hear it before you see him—the gentle strum of strings drifting down the hall, low and unhurried, like the kind of melody that isn’t meant for anyone but himself. it pulls you in like gravity, your footsteps quiet against the floor as you follow the sound.

when you reach the doorway, you stop for a moment just to watch. ben’s sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, guitar resting against him, head tilted down so that his hair falls into his face. his fingers move over the frets with this effortless ease, like breathing, and the soft rise and fall of the notes fills the whole room. he hums soft melodies, ideas, waiting to come to life.

you lean against the doorframe, smiling without even realizing it. there’s something about the way he looks in moments like this—unguarded, lost in the music—that makes your chest ache in the sweetest way.

“you’re staring,” he says suddenly, not looking up, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you laugh, caught. “maybe i am.”

finally, he glances at you, eyes warm. “come here.”

you cross the room and sit beside him, the mattress dipping under your weight. the guitar rests partly across your lap now, his hand brushing yours as he shifts to keep playing. the notes are quieter up close, almost secret, and you feel the vibration of the strings hum against your skin.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper.

“it’s nothing,” he says, though the way his cheeks flush tells you he doesn’t really believe that. “just something i’ve been messing with.”

you rest your head against his shoulder, listening as the song takes shape beneath his fingertips. the music is tender, a little fragile, and you realize it feels exactly like him—like the part of him that only you get to see.

after a while, he slows the strumming until the last chord fades into silence. the room feels heavier without it, though the quiet is still full, like it’s holding the moment between you.

he shifts the guitar carefully aside, then wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “you make everything sound better,” he murmurs into your hair.

“you make everything feel better,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

and for the rest of the evening, you stay tangled together in the warmth of the room, the ghost of the melody still lingering between you like a secret only the two of you share.

if youre reading this thank you!

and please leave requests!

much love,

chanel.

[sillybarata]

Hey hiveminders it's pride month guess what that means

Bisexual Dignan Loves Big Sean/ I need 10 big gays with me that's my bear minimum/ riley "t-boy swag" savage/ dj grant don't want none in general

[snalz-artt]

HIVEMIND !!!!!

[transjeffdr]

I like you *hits with my scrunklification beam*

[nonbinary-gaydonweaver]

I got a hit tweet, back to being insufferable ♥️

[teachugger69]

hivemind dump

these bucko's have been swirling through my mind all day and I hate it 🤢 GOT A LIFETIME DOCTORS APPOINTMENT BC IM SICK ASF 🔥🤣

give me ideas for more bracelets please (specific details or I will crumble)

I drew this the other day because I stole my sister's stylus. Innovation

THE HAND MOVEMENT'S TAKE ME OUT EVERYTIME HELP MEEEE

[did-diggy-die-yet]

you can only pick one, the rest gotta go!!!

all of Riley's impressions

all of Graydon's advice to leave or live your lives by

Dignan sharing wild stories about his past

DJ Grant's laughter

Voting ended onJan 30, 2024