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Have two bois who don’t even know each other

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this is. very cliché but it’s cute so. Fuck.

spacey bf tries to jog with his fit bf, cool? cool.

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Seniors Lustberry: Little Blueberry

(Hooooooo boy this is gonna be fun)

So, it’s finally here! And this particular fic will be undercut due to some of its content 

Warning: this fic contains VERY strong language (I actually lost track of how many times the f-bomb was laid), has mentions of nsfw (but the action is never done), and has extreme Lustberry gayness with a hint of Tango

ALSO IMPORTANT: this is my interpretation of Seniors Blue, so please do not think that this is cannon Seniors Blue

ALSO ALSO: during the story, there are space scenes between paragraphs that do not have time skip. That is because those spaces represent a change in character point of view. For example, you might be reading from Lust’s point of view, but in the next paragraph you are reading from Edge’s point of view. Just thought I’d clarify.

So, without further ado, let’s-a go!

Word count: 1239 (Razzic beats it by about 100 words)

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❤️redevent day 9❤️ The b EST bois

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Seniors Scifell: My Chemical Romance

Holy heck, this was probably the most fun I’ve ever had writing ^^

So indeed this is a Seniors Scifell fanfic (if you haven’t read the comic Seniors it’s by the amazing @macithemahsee you should go check it out before reading this) so…

This fic contains extreme Scifell gayness, so if you are uncomfortable reading that sort of stuff, then please don’t read this fic

(Also, Scher and Sci are the same person, but they go by both names)

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“Edge, I… I’m not sure if this is safe…” “Scher, come on. Diving is perfectly safe. It’s not like you’re gonna die when you touch water.” Sci glared at Edge. “Of course I know that, but… can you at least show me an example? Please?” Edge smiled. Sci was so cute when he didn’t know something. “Of course nerd. Let the master show you how it’s done.” Sci rolled his eyes. He knew that Edge was a show off, especially when it came to swimming. Edge did a dive, and Sci wished he had a notebook and pencil to write down the precise angles that his body has to be for a perfect dive. Edge surfaced, and noticed that Sci’s hands were twitching. “You wish you had your notebook don’t you?” Sci sighed, “yes, I don’t want to forget.” Edge laughed, “You are such a nerd, Scher. But you got this, so no need for notes.” Sci started to look nervous. What if he belly-flopped? What if Edge made fun of him? All these thoughts were going through his head that he almost didn’t hear Edge. “Hey Scher, don’t worry if you mess up. Everyone doesn’t do it right the first time.” Sci started blushing (a smol blush XD). He took a deep breath to calm himself, then got on the diving board. “Now remember, arms above your head, legs together, and don’t be scared; ok nerd?” “Y-yea, I think I got it,” stuttered Sci. He jumped off the diving board when- “Scher! Arms above your head!” Wha-? thought Sci. But when he realized what Edge had said it was too late, for he had made contact with the water. Sci immediately surfaced, and placed a hand on his head as he was treading water. “Owww… damn it.” “Scher! Are you ok?!” Edge quickly swam over to Sci, looking slightly panicked. “Wha-? Yea… I’m fine, it just hurts a little.” Sci winced. Edge grabbed Sci’s hand and guided him over to the shallow end to recover. Sci blushes at the contact, for Edge had never been so gentle with anything. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Asked Edge. “Yea, I’m sure.” Sci responded, still blushing. Edge didn’t notice, “how about we take a break and do some fun tricks on the diving board?” Sci raised and eyebrow, “tricks?” “Yeah! Y’know, cannonball; can opener; twister; pencil (though its boring); flips; and so on.” “Ummm…” “Scher… please don’t tell me that you’ve never done at least a pencil.” “…” Sci looked down, a bit embarrassed. Edge shook his head, smiling, “guess for once, I’ll have to be the nerd.” Sci looked at Edge, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean?” Edge laughed, “What I’m saying is that for once, I’m teaching you, not the other way around.” Sci blushed, still embarrassed, “ha, I guess so.” “So, are ya gonna come out and watch? Or do you wanna get hit with a giant wave?” “… umm… how giant are we talking Edge?” Sci asked, slightly panicking. “Pffft haha! Oh come on nerd! It isn’t too bad,” Edge smirked. “Whatever you say Edgy MC My Chemical Romance.” Silence. Edge’s smirk immediately vanished as a look of confusion replaced it. “I… I said that out loud didn’t I?” “…” “Oh, oh god… shit…” Sci looked away, panicking, afraid. “Scher…” “I-I’m sorry! Th-that slipped out of my mouth I- god I’m so stupid!” “Scher…” “I-I… I…” Edge put his hand on Sci’s shoulder. Sci closed his eyes shut, scared of what Edge would do. “Jesus Scher, I didn’t know you liked me that much.” “…what?” “Scher, look at me.” Sci opened his eyes and looked at Edge. Edge started laughing. “W-what’s so funny?” Sci started to look a bit annoyed. “You, nerd! God that was funny haha! You’re so cute!” Now it was Sci’s turn to be confused, “uhh… Edge? Did I hear you right? D-did you say I was… cute?” “Yes, of course I did!” Edge was blushing big time. “… I…” Sci was blushing fifty shades of red. “You what?” “I…” Sci couldn’t form the words. Edge held Sci’s other hand, “nerd? Are you ok?” “…” “Nerd, you- wha-?” Edge was immediately silenced with a kiss from Sci! Had he not been in water, Edge was sure he would have fallen over from shock. Sci pulled away and turned, hiding his face from Edge. “S-Scher…?” Edge edged toward Sci carefully, and could hear Sci repeating “oh god” over and over. “Scher.” “E-Edge I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know what-“ “That’s not how you kiss dork.” Sci whirled around, “what do you mean?” Edge gently tipped Sci’s chin up “E-Edge?” Sci squeaked. “This is how you kiss someone,” Edge leaned forward, and kissed Sci is a gentle, passionate way. Sci was taken aback, for he never expected Edge to kiss him back. Edge pulled back, a complete blushing mess. Sci smiled. “S-so uh… about doing tricks off of the diving board…” Edge looked at Sci with a funny expression. “What?” Edge started laughing, “you’re such a nerd Scher,” he then ruffled Sci’s hair, “But that’s ok, cause you’re my nerd.” Sci giggled, “and you’re my chemical romance.” ————————— (I do not own any of these characters, they belong to their respective owners)

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Oh gosh xD look at these nerds

Felix may generally be the more calm, cool, and collected of the two, but that doesn’t mean Skye doesn’t know how to break him out of that.

Brief continuation below with some really suggestive conversation (hopefully not too suggestive or anything, but I’m putting it below the cut just in case):

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hey guys take a couple of squishy husbands

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hloy fuck guys itss the fuckin smooch part its so good aaaaaaaaahdbaksod

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This comic is based on the fanfiction, This Sleepover Was A Stupid Idea, by @interdimensional-tourist, which can be found Here.

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Afterdeath with I’m Not Alone (Yet)

“He’ll be with me till the literal end of my days”

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here are the requests!!

1) one dipping the other (requested by @computerglitch8)

2)playing with those little firework thingies (request by @macithemahsee)

3) proud gaster (requested by @yasu-kun) + hand holding (requested by @suchamazingness) ((I combined them hope u dont mind!!))

4) sci nerding out with edge laughing (requested by @dalekprankstercometlazyartist)

5) edge nerding out with a proud sci (requested by anon)

6) drunk scifell (requested by anon) (yes edge is pantsless shhhh)

and then 4 things I drew for fun c:

thanks for everyone who requested!! this was fun

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Here, have a thing I started weeks ago and finished at six a.m.

It started back in high school, when Sci first learned the names behind covalent compounds, nightmarish names like Tetralithium Hexafluoride that haunted his poor classmates. He didn’t recognize the name for water- Dihydrogen Monoxide -until his teacher had pointed it out. It just seemed so… unnecessarily complicated. Immediately he knew that whoever used them was trying too hard to sound smart. After class, he nearly forgot it and knew that no one else would remember either.

And so it began.

That weekend, he went with his dad, the Royal Scientist, to a nice, casual restaurant in Hotland.

When the waiter asked him what drink he wanted, he promptly answered “I’d like some Dihydrogen Monoxide please”.

The waiter’s confused look nearly made him break character, but he held fast, managing to hold in a goofy grin until the waiter walked off, still looking perplexed. His dad chuckled quietly.

The years passed. It became a sort of running joke between them. The servers and staff chose not to question the two, eventually three skeletons. Soon, they simply shook their heads and gave an indulgent smile. They still brought the wrong drink.

Some years later, Sci graduated college and became an intern at his dad’s lab. He quickly climbed his way to becoming his assistant, only a year before his father fell into his creation (safety rules, Dad. This may not be a classroom, but safety rules and regulations exist for a reason), allowing his friend Alphys to take his father’s position as Royal Scientist.

Soon, under some slow, gentle work conducted over the course of many, many years, Sci managed to rip a hole in the universe, leading out into another. Of course, this was done gingerly and with much diligence in the way of notes and documentation.

This world seemed…hectic. Dust littered the once pure snow, blood was splattered against the trunks of trees, old and new. Sci swallowed and quickly jotted down notes before shutting the portal down as swiftly as he could without significant risk.

In a few years, Alphys’ research spawned a robot named Mettaton.

After about three years of Mettaton being a entertainment robot, they reached the Surface, all thanks to Alphys’ research. It seems others had conducted the same experiment Sci had, because there were already many, many monsters on the Surface, most from other worlds.

Which brings us to the present day.

Sci sighed and pushed open the glass door to a small cafe. Today had been rough. It was cold, work was draining, and he was hungry. His lunch break seemed to loom ever on the horizon, yet never seemed to get closer. He slid into a booth and crossed his arms to lay his head down.

“Excuse me, sir?” a rumbling voice sounded from above. He glanced up to see a skeleton monster that was likely from one of the other universes, judging by his sharp fangs and claws.

“What can I get you to drink, sir?

He sighed. He wasn’t even in the mood for tea today.

“Dihydrogen Monoxide, please.” The words slipped out without any real thought, as he and Papyrus still used the joke around the house. He looked to see a look of momentary confusion flicker over the servers face before being replaced by recognition, then irritation and faint amusement.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit with your drink and to take your order.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled softly.

The server - Fell, his tag read in a dull black font - walked right out a few moments later - with a glass of water.

Sci grinned impishly. Fell huffed again, rolling his sharp white pupils around in the sockets.

“Did you seriously expect to get away with that little joke?” he growled, giving him a mock snarl.

Sci flushed sheepishly.

“It’s always worked before,” he mumbled.

Fell sighed good-naturedly.

The cafe became Sci’s new favorite eatery. And if he was a bit more chatty with a certain waiter, well, that was neither here nor there.

When Sci received the bill, there was a number written in tiny chicken-scratch in the very bottom corner.

He smiled.

Sci and Fell bonded quite easily. On Fell’s days off, they would go to lunch together. The staff seemed a bit more cheerful, but less conversational. Once or twice, they would catch the cashier staring at them from the counter, but they never did anything but occasionally squeal and whisper to each other conspiratorially. Sci didn’t say anything, so Fell left it alone, but the scientist could tell it grated on him.

Sci was nearly crying with laughter while Fell told a story as they waited for a waiter.

“Sirs, do you know what you’d like to drink?”

The duo’s eyes met. Sci smirked.

“Dihydrogen Monoxide, if you would.”

“Sweet tea, please, miss.”

The waitress stared at Sci in silence, before she gave them an awkward giggle. She turned around and walked into the kitchen.

The pair shared a round of snickers at the poor waitress’s expense, then Fell continued his tale.

When the waitress returned, she brought Fell’s sweet tea (which Sci side-eyed in disgust,) and a cup of unsweet tea for him. Sci smiled, genuinely amused. It never failed.

When he received the bill, there was a number scribbled along the bottom.

He called after work.

“National suicide hotline, how can I help you?”

Sci just sat there awkwardly for an awkwardly long time.

“Uh, yeah, um, sorry to bother you, bye.” He hung up.

Well, at least he’d have a story for Fell.

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Fell wiped red tears from his socket, wheezing with laughter.

“So I just sat there awkwardly for a little bit and then hung up.” He giggled. Getting Fell to laugh wasn’t hard, but it was rewarding all the same. He got this little patch of red on his cheeks, his eyes scrunched shut, and he giggled and snorted with real, honest amusement. Sci smiled and distantly heard the cashier sigh happily. A waitress squealed under her breath. A waiter smirked. Another customer looked their way and said, rather loudly, “JUST FUCK ALREADY.”

Everyone fell dead silent. The two skeletons flushed their respective colors, and Fell was halfway out of his chair before Sci pushed him back down. He’d never felt so embarrassed. He glared at the man, but he didn’t seem to notice. The staff just stared.

They left a few minutes later, awkwardly shuffling out the door, Fell still muttering expletives about the customer. Sci said nothing, simply staring blankly ahead. It wasn’t that he would *mind* doing something like that with Fell-

Wait. Waaaiiiit. Nope. No no no fuck that shit no-

Fell grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him backwards, effectively snapping him back into reality to see that he’d nearly walked into traffic. Sci could barely breathe, his soul was beating too fast and too loud, his entire body was too warm, and Fell was just a little too close.

Not that he was complaining though.

“Watch it,” he muttered softly, “there’s cars, dipshit.” Sci huffed, pretending that he hadn’t been having sinful thoughts about his best friend, who was still holding him against his chest protectively.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

He was fucked.

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This is my new fave ship in @macithemahsee comic “Seniors”

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Take this year old relic

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Millennials are Killing the Internet

I’ve already commented on one post, but I can’t with a clean conscience sit by without making my own.

I see so many posts about Net Neutrality, and while I think it’s tremendous how many of you are emailing the FCC, some of those emails aren’t going to change minds.

Some of you are emailing the chairman himself. Ajit Pai was a former Verison employee. It doesn’t matter how many emails you send to him. You could literally tell him that you depend on the Internet’s resources to live, and he would not bat an eye.

Many of you are putting in your emails that hospitals and schools will see troubles. I appreciate the effort, but when these men are the very same men who have already taken SO MUCH from hospitals and schools, will they?

What you NEED to do, is speak their language. That language is dollar signs. Make your voice sound like MONEY THEY WILL BE LOSING.

We live in a nation where restaurants are failing because no one can afford a $20 meal anymore. What makes the FCC think we can afford more than $60 Internet? E-commerce is essential to the US economy. If users are forced to go through paywall after paywall, they will STOP purchasing anything off the Internet. The nosedive in stocks will be the likes of nothing you’ve ever seen.

Without the freedom to choose which websites we visit, the internet, for many of you on Tumblr like me, will become virtually meaningless. Make THAT the message you spread to these two “Yes votes.” Tell them that if the Internet becomes just like cable TV, which none of us are able to afford, they will LOSE the few dollars we have.

They’ll be interested in hearing that.

These are the emails of the two FCC members voting “yes” on the repeal of NN. If anyone’s mind is going to be changed. It has to be one of these guys. And it has to be before December 14th.

Brendan.Carr@fcc.gov

Mike.O'Rielly@fcc.gov

If we speak their language, there may still be hope. Good luck, everyone.