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On This Day...

On March 28th 2017, we lost Lin Manuel Miranda and Anthony Ramos to a game of FMK. Gone but not forgotten. @angerybisexual

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But- but moooooooom

sorry child, having two blogs that i love equally is really hard to keep up... so why not put them into one super-awesome-very-loved package??

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I’M MOVING

EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!

@puns-and-fics IS MOVING TO @guns-and-squips (MY MAIN!!)

i’m doing this for several reasons, but this blog will remain as a tomb for my old writing. all the works that i’m proud of are going to go on a new masterlist that i will link over on my main. 

I WILL KEEP WRITING, JUST ON MY OTHER BLOG.

the ask box for this blog will remain open for an hour (till 12 pm est) so if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send them my way!

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for the prompts thing, could u do number 2 for boyf riends? thank you!

WOOT THIS IS MY LAST PROMPT! I LOVE THE BOYFS :’)

(also i wrote this whole thing in my asks, then tumblr wouldn’t let me post and then it deleted off my clipboard when i copied it so… i think it was better before, but ehhhh, here’s what i remember)

“Did you seriously burn all your ‘uncool’ clothes?” Michael laughed, flicking through hangers.

“Well, not burn them,” Jeremy responded, grimacing at the price tag on a shirt. “But I threw them out, yeah.”

“You didn’t even give them to like Salvation Army or something?” Michael chortled.

“That wasn’t ‘chill enough’,” Jeremy replied, forcing a smile. His eyes fell on a shirt that looked very similar to his old favourite; multicoloured stripes with a ringer neck. He pulled it out, showing Michael. “What do you think of this one?”

Michael grinned. “Definitely. Very you.”

These words, meant as a compliment, shot fear down Jeremy’s spine, reminiscent of the shocks he’d received from the Squip.

“How ‘bout this one?” Michael asked, holding up a Pokemon tee. “Jer?”

Jeremy barely heard him, his eyes transfixed on the shirt in his own hands, his palms growing sweaty. Was he imagining it, or could he truly hear that smooth voice in the back of his head…?

“Dude,” Michael said, going around to Jeremy’s side of the rack and touching his arm.

Jeremy’s eyes flashed up, and his words came out in a nervous staccato. “Uh, we s-should just go, I don’t really need new clothes…”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Michael said, holding his friend’s shoulders steadily. “It can’t hurt you anymore, right?”

Jeremy took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry,” he muttered, but Michael waved him off. To ameliorate the awkward situation, Jeremy punched his friend lightly on the shoulder. Michael grinned, and they kept looking.

After twenty minutes, they left the store, Jeremy clutching a small bag of t-shirts. He stopped walking for a second, biting his lip.

“Hey, Michael… I’m really sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it, dude,” Michael shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, seriously,” Jeremy said. For a moment, his inhibitions disappeared, and he reached out to squeeze Michael’s hand. “Thank you.”

Michael blushed, grinning, and made to remove his hand from his friend’’s, but Jeremy entwined their fingers stubbornly.

“I couldn’t have gotten through this without you,” Jeremy smiled.

“Aw, now don’t get sappy on me,” Michael said, grinning shyly. Jeremy smiled back. “C’mon, let’s go to Spencers. I’ve got a hookup for Strawberry Pepsi.”

“Sounds disgusting,” Jeremy laughed. “Let’s go.”

They left for Michael’s backroom soda deal, both conveniently forgetting to release the other’s hand.

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84 or 94 With J.D./Veronica? Please please thank you <3

umm i don’t ship them, so, uh… sorry. 

Veronica woke up in a cold sweat, immediately bolting upright. She brought a hand to her forehead, breathing heavily. She looked over to her side and breathed a sigh of relief. Heather McNamara was laying there; all as it should be. Veronica reached over and stroked her strawberry blond hair, trying to calm down.

Veronica laughed under her breath as she tried to shake off the nightmare.

“Didjou say something?” Heather mumbled sleepily, rolling over.

Veronica smiled. “Just thanking God that I’m gay.”

“Why this time?” Heather asked, blinking her eyes open tiredly.

“I had a bad dream again,” Veronica sighed.

“Oh no,” Heather pouted, sitting up. “What happened?”

“Well, I was with this super creepy guy… and he started killing people…”

“Jesus Christ,” Heather breathed, her eyes going wide. “You were with a guy?”

“I know,” Veronica muttered in bewilderment. “Weird, right?”

“Well… It was just a dream,” Heather said soothingly. “Try to get back to sleep.”

Heather leaned up to kiss her girlfriend sweetly, and they both went back to sleep, all thoughts of the awful dream forgotten. 

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64 with tree bros

HEY HOE HERE YA FUCKEN GO (sorry this is awful… using @limpblotter‘s scale, i am -90000/10 inspired)

Connor sneezed loudly, turning red as the students around them in the cafeteria began to stare. 

“Bless you,” Evan said quietly, smiling nervously across the table at his boyfriend.

Connor ducked his head in embarrassment, shivering slightly. 

Evan leaned forward. “Do you have a flu?” he asked concernedly. 

Connor shook his head grumpily. Evan reached over as subtly as he could to touch his boyfriend’s forehead and found that it was burning hot. He pouted as another shiver went through Connor’s body. 

Evan reached down into his backpack. “Here, take my blanket,” he said, producing a large, fleecy throw and holding it out to his boyfriend.

Connor stared at the boy in disbelief. “Why the fuck do you have a blanket in your backpack?” 

“Are you complaining?” Evan demanded, and Connor smiled lightly, taking the blanket and wrapping it around his shaking shoulders. “Good. Now let’s get you home.”

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AAAAAAAAAA!! CHAPTER 7 OF MTB WAS AMAZING, LIKE USUAL! I HAVE EVEN MORE FEELINGS!! I'M DYING RIGHT NOW! AND MY CHILDREN ARE APPARENTLY DATING NOW?? AND WTF DOES SOS MEAN, THOMAS?! AAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO GOOD, PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING, YOU HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING TALENT AND IT KILLS ME AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE AMAZING :“)

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HERE YA GO BUDDY CHUM PALS

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jeremy, is that a WEED? i’m calling the police!!

@guns-and-squips is frantically dialing 911 into a microwave after reading my draft (be my color)

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if i wasn’t clear enough ^^^ 

Concept: 1950s Au with tree bros. Connor in leather jackets. Zoe and Alana in circle skirts. Evan in skinny jeans with the pink poodle jacket from grease??

hhhnnhnhh a very good concept, yes, yes

…. Jared would look like George McFly okay bye

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Concept: 1950s Au with tree bros. Connor in leather jackets. Zoe and Alana in circle skirts. Evan in skinny jeans with the pink poodle jacket from grease??

hhhnnhnhh a very good concept, yes, yes

…. Jared would look like George McFly okay bye

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Mullette 90 Drabble thing aaaugh your writing 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

wwwhaaaat thank you <33 and of course, here you go!

“Hercules!” Lafayette cried, running into the living room clutching a flyer in his hand.

“What? What’s wrong?” Herc asked, getting off the couch and going over to his boyfriend worriedly. 

Laf grinned. “There is a sale at IKEA!”

“A sale? I thought you were dying,” Herc rolled his eyes. “And why exactly do we care about IKEA?”

“Because we need a new coffee table!” Laf said excitedly, pointing to the piles of books on the floor of their living room.

“We’re not buying IKEA furniture again,” Herc said, rolling his eyes.

“Why not?” Laf demanded. 

“Remember what happened to the bed?” Herc asked and Laf blushed. Neither of them would soon forget the terrifying experience of having their bed split in half underneath them.

“I think that may have been our fault, though…” Laf muttered sheepishly. 

Herc laughed loudly. “That’s true…” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“So… can we go?” Laf asked excitedly, pointing to the IKEA catalogue.

“Fine,” Herc groaned. “Let’s go.”

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Hey, if you aren't too busy, would you mind doing #2 from the Drabble thingy with Jamilton? If not, that's ok. I LOVE YOUR WRITING THOUGH💙💙

AAAH THANK YOU!!! this one was actually done here

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94 with Tree bros plz? (I read your last tree bros fic and I loved it!)

sure :’)

Evan dragged his feet to answer the door; he had no idea who would come by on a Saturday afternoon. He opened it reluctantly, rubbing his tired eyes, but his face split into a wide grin when he saw his boyfriend Connor waiting on the doorstep. 

He immediately threw himself into his boyfriend’s arms, and Connor hugged him back awkwardly, a shy smile appearing on his face. 

“Uh, can I come in?” Connor asked, and Evan blushed, pulling back from the hug. 

“Of course, sorry…” he muttered nervously, but Connor squeezed his hand gently to calm him. Evan stepped to the side, pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Uh… what are you doing here?”

“You said you had the house to yourself, so I thought we could watch a movie or something,” Connor shrugged. 

Evan smiled. He recognized his boyfriend’s aloof empathy immediately. Holding hands again, they went into the living room together, and Evan watched while his boyfriend set up a movie. He yawned tiredly. 

“You okay?” Connor asked, settling next to Evan.

“Just tired,” Evan shrugged, leaning into his taller boyfriend’s side. 

Evan struggled to stay awake as the movie played. His eyelids grew heavier and he fell into a stupor, his eyes drifting shut. 

“Evan,” Connor’s voice floated in minutes - or hours? - later, sounding far away. “Evan?”

With a start, Evan shook himself awake, and he looked up at his boyfriend guiltily. “Sorry, I’m not paying attention to the movie…”

“What’s wrong?” Connor interjected worriedly. 

Evan sighed. “I had a bad dream, and I couldn’t sleep. That’s all,” he said as casually as he could despite his racing heart. 

“What was it about?” his boyfriend inquired seriously. 

“Just… you know… the tree…” Evan blushed in embarrassment.

Connor immediately wrapped him in a tight hug, kissing his cheek. “Do you want me to stay over tonight? Make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“You don’t have to…”

“Do you want me to?” Connor demanded, pulling back and staring intently into his boyfriend’s eyes.

Evan smiled and nodded lightly. Connor leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Okay then,” he smiled, unpausing the movie and letting Evan cuddle into him again. 

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don't act like you weren't looking for him Ham, ya hoe-mo

@limpblotter aka my beta for life and the person that makes me LAUGH LIKE A FUCKING HYENA

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50 jamilton PLEEEAASSSEEEE?? I really love your writing to much

sure XD thank you!!

Alex opened the door to his apartment, clutching the bag of groceries to his hip. 

“Thomas, I’m home!” he called. When there was no reply from his boyfriend, he yelled out a little more uncertainly, “Thomas?”

He left the bag in the kitchen and walked through the apartment to the bedroom, pushing open the door. He found Thomas and Eliza sitting on the bed, talking confidentially.  

“Why didn’t you call back?” Alex demanded, amused.

“This is girl talk,” Thomas said simply. 

“Okay…” 

“So leave,” Thomas said dismissively.

Alex smiled. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the engagement ring I found in your desk, would it?”

As his boyfriend spluttered, Alex smiled mischievously. “I’ll leave you to your girl talk,” he said smoothly, shutting the door behind him as he left.

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AAHHH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU!!!

AHHHH. I ADORE YOUR PEGGY’S SOULMATE AU @puns-and-fics. I can’t wait to know more about Peggy and Uri’s relationship. Puri? Uriggy? Hmmm this ship names suck.