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ok so no more exams until the end of the year yippee

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PINKY GAUTHIER

im going nuts

ANYWY HELP I HAVE MY LAST TWO EXAMS VERY SOON IM SCARED

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tomorrow i have my last two exams for art and bio so very soon posts will become regular

i might even make a schedule or something of the sort

also i am working on a proper drawing which i intend to make into a kind of a series or something

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the bully fandom situation.

i love bully so so much and i could never just leave it because of some problematic people.

im not saying i condone any of that really weird shit but only a few people in the community are doing all this shit, so why should the bully fandom (esp on tumblr) just collectively decide to ditch such an amazing game and otherwise truly great community/fanbase?

I dont really like making serious posts as im afraid of having my contention misinterpreted, but this is seriously something that should be talked about in an almost formal matter. I find that the bully fandom either goes really overboard or doesnt talk about it at all when some serious stuff happens like whats been going on right now.

I also wanted to stay quiet and hopefully let this all pass, but I just wanted to also have my point go out there and maybe fill some minds with hope for the future of the bully fandom.

ever since i’ve joined this community everybody has been so overwhelmingly encouraging and welcoming, and I’ve made some pretty cool friends along the way.

As far as right now, I will NOT stop posting bully related things, as I love to draw and write or even just rant, especially about my interests, so to anybody wondering if I’m ‘quitting’ the fandom, my answer is absolutely not.

this feels like some fuckass patriotism speech but like hopefully i got my point across w this

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this is the awesomest thing ever i loveit

💥

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Gord Vendome headcannons

hhaaah i love gord i want him and his mousey little cutie face. lowkey these are just weird ass little mini rants

Despite being a bit prissy at times, it was all for show to stay with the preps. His father was friends with Derby’s father, so he felt obligated to stay friends with Derby and has little to no backbone due to this feeling.

He wouldn’t actually care if his s/o was less fortunate than him. He has no problem giving gifts!

Infact, his love language is gift giving and words of affirmation. His favorite thing to do is to give you things that he knew you wanted deep down, no matter how much you said you didn’t want him to buy it because it was ‘too much’, while calling you the prettiest girl/boy in school.

I’d say he’s omnisexual. He has dated girls before, and doesn’t mind it, but prefers boys, getting more kind-hearted pleasure out of making guys feel special because the world doesn’t do that much.

His family’s probably only supportive of him and his ‘dating choices’ as his mother would say, because they want Gord to feel appreciated or wanted enough to actually want to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Doesn’t expect anything from anybody. He acts all high and mighty, but really he’s a sweetheart and even a little shy sometimes. He thinks he’s unworthy of gifts so when his s/o gives him anything, it could be even a little rock that made them think of him, he would tear up and thank them for hours.

Even though he’s a little bit of a pushover, he’ll defend his s/o until his last breath. He absolutely would not stand around and let someone lie about them or harrass them.

Also extremely adamant on things. NOBODY can convince him not to get a little Dachshund and name her Pixie when he’s older.

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ok guys gord hcs are IN YHE MAKING

also I have english exams tomorrow im gonna cry

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guys… gord vendome headcannons si or no si

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this makes so much sense omg

Mini theory, it's basically that Jimmy doesn't care about Lola (admitted by himself), or at least not as much as the rest of his girlfriends because she reminds him of his mom, at least a little bit, though he cares about his mom.

Basically:

Multiple relationships, affairs in Lola's case and a lot of marriages and divorces in Mama Hopkin's case.

The leopard print (because ofc)

Their easily irritable way of being.

Not really in love with their partners but they are together because of benefits, being "The Queen" of the Greasers (?) in Lola's case and money in Mama Hopkin's case.

Trust me.

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me telling myself i can have a little break from homework after writing one sentence (it took me an hour to conjure it up)

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Algie is literally Carl Wheezer and nobody can tell me otherwise.

ALSO WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FULL NAME. ALGERNON? PAPADOODOOWHAT?

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Hi! I really enjoyed your post about Earnest & Gary :)

And it makes me wonder, how can you see the rest of the clique's reacting to them dating?

Would the jocks use it as another reason to bully Earnest?

Hii!!! Thank you so much for your support^^

Gary and Earnest would both be reluctant to tell anybody aside Pete, Jimmy and probably Algie. Beatrice would suspect they were together after the increased affection she witnessed between the two, but never spoke up about it as she assumed they both knew she knew.

'So... How's Gary treating you?' a pause. 'Hu-huh..? Why?' 'You're... Still together, right?' 'You.. You knew?'

Gary had enough reasons for the jocks to hate him, but being with Earnest was like giving a kid cake. The jocks would tease them both like crazy. Gary would get mad, and so would Earnest, but he would just sigh and groan in a fed-up manner.

Although supportive, Pete would always wonder what the hell they saw in eachother. They were both cocky assholes, and Gary was psycho. It made no sense to him, but it made him smile to see them care about eachother in their own weird ways.

AND MORE LITTLE HCS JUST CUZ

Earnest would call Gary ‘Gare Bear’ just to piss him off.

Gary would love to just lay back on Earnests bed, looking around as he did stuff or while he was dreaming away on his chest.

Earnest snores. It’s very light, but it’s there.

Gary would secretly take small things from Earnest and keep it in his room to remind him of his favorite boy.

They would probably take photos together. ‘Jimmy! Let me borrow your camera.’ Gary would ‘ask’.

Cuddles are probably a big thing. With the stress of exams coming up, Gary brought it upon himself to soothe Earnest with his arms around his waist. He tried to bite back any comments about being a scaredy cat for no reason, but Earnest seemed to tear up anyway.

Earnest can’t deal with hightened emotions. Too happy? Tears. Too uncomfortable or frustrated? He was curled up in bed sobbing and squeaking. Gary always comforted him though.

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AGENT STEVE HAINES X READER FANFIC

STATUS: INCOMPLETE

GENRE?: ANGST

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE, UNHAPPY MARRIAGE, LIGHT MENTION OF ALCOHOLISM

POV: READER IS HAINES’ PARTNER. I WROTE THIS WITH THEM INTENDED TO BE FEMALE, BUT CAN BE WHATEVER

im scared this is gonna make me problematic.. guys dont bite my head off pls im 15 and venting through my work while experimenting with emotional impact stuff

aah bites nails nervously

“Agent Haines, FIB Los Santos division, leave a message.” Rung out from the device in your hand along with a beep as you pressed the red button on the screen. “Fuck!” You scowled under your breath. Your husband was busy at work, but he should be on a break by now, and you needed to speak to him. A thud was heard as you threw your iFruit phone down on the carpet in your shared bedroom. You sat on the edge of your plush bed as it sunk under your weight, a bottle of beer tauntingly present nearby, along with a sharpener from when you were sharpening pencils just 27 hours earlier, giggling as you drew silly things on some paper with your gorgeous blue-eyed husband. Just an hour after that, he was upset after a work call and you both ended the evening in a fight. Nothing was physical, but insults were thrown around just as hard as a plate would, and the guilt and sadness that consumed and gnawed at you afterwards as you lay alone in your cold and lonely bed felt like shards of glass lodged into your flesh.

That feeling wasn’t so unknown to you. Previously you had dealt with some thoughts that were pretty horrible and self-deprecating. It had taken you a while to have less of these thoughts and stop resorting to the almost addicting feeling of sharp metal tearing through meat like sharp scissors cutting crisp white paper. The cool air that would hit your blood as it slowly, gently trickled down your limbs, making you shiver just slightly. You almost thought of doing that again, just to be seen more by the one you loved so dearly. You were sick and tired of being pushed aside, of being put second to his line of work.

You contemplated for a moment. Was it worth it..? Probably not. Was this marriage worth it either? …Also probably not. Ultimately, you got up with a soft grunt, grabbing a screwdriver Steve left laying around. As your fingers diligently twist the metal tool, it uncases a decently sharp blade. Sharp enough to probably cut a little deep, but scratches were also welcomed to your table. From last night, you were still in your pyjamas, a loose shirt and underwear. You’d change soon, you reminded yourself gently.

Gently, delicately, the cool steel made contact with your warm, soft skin. The same type of touch you needed from the FIB agent, but he was almost never present. He made up for it sometimes, but the arguments that arose over seemingly nothing more than a little misunderstanding were weighing on your mind so much, you almost forgot why you married him. What did he ever do? Besides give you somewhere to live and food to eat.. Sure, he worked hard. You would never deny that. He works so hard, but the problem is, maybe a little too hard. He’s always away, busy with phone calls for work the next morning, or comes home late at night complaining about his day, like you’re someone who can magically make it all disappear.

As you involuntarily rack your brain for worthless snippets of your memory, a sharp inhale snapped you back to the current moment. The sharp metal sunk into the soft skin of your upper leg, deep red liquid slowly trickles down your thigh, cool air hitting it and making your hairs stand upright. The feeling wasn’t too painful. Or maybe it was, you just didn’t feel it.

Instead, you felt sad. Sad that you had to resort to such measures for attention that’s a bit more than a ‘night, babe’. You also felt some relief, like all the weight on your shoulders pressuring you to be a good human with undoubtable morals was slowly dissolving like medication in lemonade, your repair hiding behind a yummy taste.

guys i cant be fucked finishing this i dont really like it but hopefully someone eats it up or atleast doesnt mind it

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i remade it a little bit ‼️‼️

JIMMY HOPKINS X BEATRICE TRUDEAU HCS

Beatrice would love saying Jimmy’s name. It was like a prayer, a bright, hopeful light in her otherwise darkened tunnel. She was no stranger to bullying, and felt odd about finally having a boyfriend, but his name seemed to erase all worries in her mind.

‘Hi, Jimmy!’ a soft pause, and a whine. ‘Ouch.. My lip..’

Jimmy, would be teased occasionally too. ‘Why are you with that metalmouth anyway?’ Guys and girls alike would ask him; genuinely curious or even jealous. He never knew. He usually went for girls that had a badass air around them. But Beatrice had a pretty face that he couldn’t ignore. His heart felt like it would pause at the sight or sound of her.

‘Hey man, piss off! Baby, are you okay?’

They’d be a little awkward at the start, like many 15 year olds trying out a relationship, but they’d get close at a quick but comfy pace. Jimmy found himself holding her hand when he probably shouldn’t, fearing he’d be seen as a sap.

Beatrice learned confidence with Jimmy. She knew that she could stand up for herself against Mandy as long as Jimmy was there for support afterwards. Mandy backed off, sick of Beatrice and her little ‘boytoy Jimbo’, as she would call him.

Seeking to impress, Beatrice would try to smoke. Until she started coughing so hard her cheeks turned redder than the cold sores occasionally adorning her lips.

Jimmy would disprove of this behaviour, telling her gently that it wasn’t cool at all to smoke. But he didn’t yell. And Beatrice loved him for that. She loved how Jimmy was always patient with her, and even when he was upset, he would be nice about it.

Sure, arguments happened, but they got over it after an hour of not talking, running up to eachother with a kiss and a gift, holding eachother tight and murmuring apologies.

‘If you wanna apologise... Give her something that means something!’

Despite being weird, Beatrice was a really nice girl. Jimmy loved hanging out with her, because there was something about her demeanor that was so shockingly real. She wasn’t fake, she wasn’t mean. Sure, she was petty with Mandy, but she was a sweetheart, really.

If kisses left a permanent mark, Beatrice’s nose and forehead would be marked up more than anywhere else. Jimmy loved pecking her softly at the end of conversations or when they quickly passed in the hallways during passing periods. Beatrice would duck her head slightly, quietly asking for one of the forehead kisses she loved so much. He never minded the feel of her hair on his lips, infact, it smelled great, so he wouldn’t complain.

Aside from loving kissing him on the mouth, Beatrice also loved gently pressing her lips on Jimmy’s cheek, or the corners of his mouth. Her hand would gently cup the other side of the pretty ginger’s face, and her lips met with his fair skin with a soft ‘chu’ sound. Jimmy would never admit it made him smile like a dog on the internet.

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debating on posting a fic i might never finish