#zimmerdouche

[dykeseinfeld]

it took me a sec but i think in that post about learning latin “non feminae?” is meant to be like “no bitches?”

no exactly i fucking love it aslkdfjkj

[showsonface]

here’s a request for you: any or all of the frogs as nineties teens in their full neon and denim glory

BACKSTREET’S BACK

A L R I G H T

[chrisfranklinchow]

@zimmerdouche replied to your photo “”

okay, but is it good?

not my style so i stopped watching! my sister came into my room to tell me to stop after i sent her a screenshot so i guess it’s not for everyone haha!

[derek-oluransi]

Okay, but.... Dex lowkey losing it over Bitty’s nicknames for him and Bitty full well knowing the effect they have. He keeps coming up with increasingly elaborate pet names, highlights include “cinnamon raisin bread,” “marshmallow pumpkin pie tart,” and “orange spice carrot crumb cake.” Dex explodes.

Okay but lemme be real for a second because?? I have told No One this but DexBitty is one of my guilty pleasure ships. It’s legitimately a ship I want to see more of but know I likely never will so have to create content for. I love the idea??? That Bitty calls Dex increasingly sappy things and Dex is just like “That me” when he hears them and he’s slowly losing his shit over it is just Absolutely My Shit

“Hey Pumpkin”“Yeah, Bits?”“Carrot cake”“Yeah?”“Butternut muffin”“Eric” and by this point Dex is red in the face but Bitty can’t see because Dex has his head pushed into Bitty’s shoulder and Bitty is just smiling because he, absolutely, knows what he’s doing Every Single Time

Here lies William Poindexter, deceased by bf who calls him sappy pastry themed names

[givenurseyabookstore]

fic prompt: nurseydex, arguing over what to play on the radio while in the car o:

Nursey was going to educate his boyfriend on music if it broke him. He loved Dex, he really truly did, but he didn’t love Florida Georgia Line, or Brad Paisley, or even early Taylor-fucking-Swift on some days (but ONLY her first two albums, Dex would insist, like that somehow made it better). Dex seemed to think that there wasn’t a situation that didn’t call for a country soundtrack, and Nursey, who’d been raised on New York alternative thanks to his pretentious big sister’s pretentious band, was about to start bleeding from his ears if Dex put on a Carrie Underwood song on in the bedroom one more time.

Therefore, Nursey had decided, it was time for him to make a playlist. Not just any playlist, oh no, the ultimate playlist. The playlist to end all playlists. The playlist that perfectly mixed the sweet longing in those classic, angsty, just-shy-of-emopunk tracks with the upbeat, poppy style of more modern bands, and Nursey’s favorite: a band that remixed conversations between marginalized New Yorkers with Rat Pack songs from the 20s. There’s something delicious about two Black teens re-appropriating Sinatra’s stuff, and they were just so damn talented. Nursey was sure Dex would love it.

He slid into Dex’s truck, and gently placed his hand on Dex’s when he reached for the radio.

“Hey babe,” Nursey said, trying to put all his charisma into the two words. “Can I pick the music today?”

Dex smiled, bright and easy, and put his hand on the wheel.

“Course. Just no instrumental stuff, okay? I don’t want to fall asleep while I’m driving.”

Nursey snorted, his hands fumbling on opening up his CD case. He looked across the car at his boyfriend’s smirk.

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah Nurse?”

“I can’t flick your ear right now cause you’re driving, but know that that’s literally the only reason why you’re living un-flicked.”

Dex grinned again. He popped open the CD player without taking his eyes off the road, and gestured at Nursey.

“Just play your music babe, I want to know what you like to hear.”

Nursey hit play.

The first bit of fighting came because of the angsty songs.

“This is fucking depressing Nurse. I’m honestly concerned for this girl”

“I cannot believe you said that. You listen to sad country, that’s literally all just white guys whining.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. When you’re singing about your dog dying, it isn’t as depressing as a song about the AIDS crisis, so it’s more appropriate as driving music.”

Nursey turned as far as his seatbelt would let him to glare at Dex. Dex glanced back at him, more concerned than angry.

“So there can’t be any meaning to songs? They all just have to be about a tractor to be any good?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. That’s a good song, I’m not saying that it’s bad. I just don’t like depressing shit, you know that.”

Nursey sighed and crossed his arms as he looked out the windshield.

“This is The Revenant argument all over again.”

“Babe!! I thought that that movie was an Aliens reboot! I thought it would be fun, and instead you made me watch Leo get torn up by a fucking bear! I love Leo!!”

Dex’s voice was starting to get extremely high pitched, which Nursey knew meant he was hitting a nerve.

“Chill, Dex. I’m not trying to fight, I just wish you put a little more effort into appreciating the things I care about sometimes.”

Dex glanced at Nursey again, taking a deep breath. He glanced down at his hands on the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip, and took a deep breath.

“Yeah. You’re right Nurse. I’m sorry babe.”

Nursey pulled his shades down and smiled at Dex, turning he music up as a more upbeat song came on.

“It’s okay, Dexy. You’ve got this.”

Dex laughed and put a hand on Nursey’s, steering with one hand.

“Tell me about this band, babe?”

Nursey squeezed Dex’s hand and launched into a huge rambling talk about his perfect playlist. He almost missed how soft Dex’s eyes had gotten as he looked at his beautiful, excitable, passionate boyfriend. The boy might not like all these hipster things, it’s true, but god. He really fucking loved his hipster boyfriend.

[abominableobriens]

omg.... 62 with Lardo and Dex for the rarepair prompts?

“You’re a bitch, but you’re my bitch.”

i love this prompt so much

for @dexrarepairweek

Lardo is up groaning into her to go mug. It’s seven am and they still have another three hours until Vegas. She regrets taking shifts to drive. Regardless, she’s up; her coffee and Brendon Urie are the only things keeping her sane. She takes another long sip of her drink. 

“Stop slurping,” Dex mumbles. “You’re louder than a lawnmower.” 

“I didn’t know lawnmowers like cappuccinos,” she chirps. 

 “Oh fuck you,” Dex says. 

His face remindes her of a cat. The thought amuses Lardo so much that her laughter devolves into a snort. 

Dex rolls his eyes as he turns to face to the window. 

“C’mon, Dex.” She jostles his shoulder lightly. “You love me, and you know it.” 

“That’s not the point,” he argues. Although, she can totally see the amused quirk of his lip via his reflection in the window. “I’m trying to sleep.” 

“You’re doing a piss job of it,” she says. 

Dex ignores her. They ride in near silence for another forty two miles until Lardo stops to get gas. Dex gets up to use the restroom. He comes back to grab their mugs, and then comes back with snacks and fresh coffee. 

“Fine, I love you,” he grumbles with a blush. 

Lardo preens, leaning over the console to peck his nose. “Good.”

Dex snorts. “Good,” he parrots. “Is that all?” 

“No,” Lardo admits. “I love you too. You’re a bitch, but you’re my bitch.”  

He blushes. Lardo takes that as a victory. 

[poindexterchild]

cambo you should do dex in F3 for that face meme thing o:

what a grump lol

[dumouwin]

idk what kind of ask to send you (esp bc i'm not that into irl hockey just yet) but i guess, uh, what's your favorite au? one you've seen or read, or one you've written or would like to write?

oooooh boy i think my favorite au atm has to be @fatlardo ‘s 1950′s Strange Lovers au. i’m usually not one for anything that’s not super-upbeat-happy-ending, but i’ve read it over like 5 times and i’m just obsessed with it.