#Spaz

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Cat has beef with a shoe

[thiamblogger]

guess who figured out the rooming plan!!

it goes top to bottom, left to right is the end of the hall, cause the end is the top of the stairs.

stick can be seen coming out of the room during the hall scene.. so it may or may not be his room, spaz is hanging in the doorway when charlie comes back, and knox also hangs out of his when neil gets the part as puck, you can also vaguely see his roommate too.

i also wanted to discuss how young spaz looks- i actually cried cause he looked so young, and charlie and knox are always picking on him- everyone is picking on him.

(update: stick is across the hall from spaz- spaz's roommate is the spaghetti and meatball guy.. idk who's sticks is and knox's can be debated.)

[ringotheman]

put the rat in your mouth.

um, this came to me one day, i couldnt tell you how or why

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Let there be a day that Spaz isn't sick

Let there be a day that Stick actually speaks

Let there be a day that people call him Nuwanda

Let there be a day that Meeks dances to the radio while getting dressed

Let there be a day that Knox kisses Chris

Let there be a day that Pitts throws a paper airplane in class

Let there be a day that Todd confesses to Neil's grave

[your-local-dead-poet]

just started watching the perks of being a wallflower for the first time, and I’m sure you’ve all heard of the Todd - Mr. Anderson theory

but this man just said that people used to refer to him as Spaz SPAZ!!!

how have I never heard this theory before, and why does he kind of look like him

(I was gonna put a picture here for reference but I can’t find any, but he’s the kid with glasses, braces and inhaler)

[bankrollxbarbie]

[julie-sufan]

Julie-Su Cell Phone Sized Wallpaper. From Knuckles the Echidna Issue 14. Drawn by Spaz. Scan by me. Enjoy!

[murraypilled]

this shouldve been posted in JUNE .

[shebadfuckk]

Part 2

Fuck. I’m stuck.

It was a two seater van. One big sliding door, that wasn’t opening no matter how hard I pulled. I realized my pounding and shouting was completely useless and I was wasting precious seconds, so I began frantically looked around the van for something to break the front window out with. I found a screwdriver lying underneath the passenger seat and grabbed it quickly. I climbed over the seat and pulled my arm back, ready to hit the window as hard as I could, closing my eyes to shelter myself from the flying glass that would come. As I swung my arm forward, the clash that followed was not the one I expected to feel. Instead of glass shattering around me, a hand grabbed my wrist while another arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Shhhh sh sh shh. You don’t need that.”

Spaz. He took the screwdriver out of my hand easily despite how hard I was gripping it. He had a backpack full of bags of money now and quickly migrated me right back into the bed of the van and plopped the extra bags of money next to me. I restated in my mind how important those seconds of pointlessly pounding on the van door were, and how I was going to have to be more careful and calm going forward if I planned on escaping.

His friends were not far behind him piling into the van one after another with more bags of money. Before they could even close the door behind them, we were dipping through traffic. Spaz in the van bed with me, the other two sitting in the seats of the van.

“What the FUCK was that” the leader growled at spaz. He was driving.

Spaz chuckled. “Man everything is fine. We got the money. “ He looked as me with a grin that sent shivers up my spine. “And a little something extra.”

He pushed a loose strand of hair out of my face, and got uncomfortably close. I squirmed away making a weird noise that made the leader look in his rear view, locking eyes with me holding the same look behind his eyes he had in the bank. It almost seemed like … concern. But I couldn’t believe that. As if a bank robber gave a single fuck about some plain girl. I shook the thought off after realizing I had been staring back at him with a confusing look on my face.

“FUCK RED WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING !” The third guy yells as he leans over to steer for the leader. I noted his name and wondered why he was called Red. I could see why Spaz was … Spaz.

I chucked to myself softly. And Spaz grew an angry look on his face.

“What’s so funny sweetheart?” He said, menacingly, leaning in.

Red looked back in the rear view at me again, much quicker this time.

It got really quiet and it seemed like everyone was waiting for me to answer even tho I assumed it was rhetorical.

“Nothing.” I said meekly and I saw a flicker of curiosity appear on Reds face.

He shook it off quickly as his eyes immediately grew cold and dark and I wondered if the masks were making me imagine things.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Red said more calmly this time. “We can’t have a fucking witness. You never THINK, you know, that’s your fucking problem !”

And I wondered if I had misinterpreted concern for sadness. Was he planning to kill me now? Was he just upset that an innocent person was going to die ?

“I promise I swear on my fucking life I’ll forget all this happened if you just let me go.”

The third guy who’s name I still hadn’t learned started laughing hysterically, only calming down when Red gave him a look I couldn’t see.

“… what? It’s funny. She thinks we’re gunna kill her.”

I feel my face get red hot and I glance at the dirty floor of the van.

Spaz chuckles as we pull into a parking garage and swing open the sliding van door before we even stop moving. We park sloppily next to two silver BMWs.

I remember the rule about never going to a second location and how it’s better to fight and die, than go wherever bad people take you. I make a quick decision and bolt as we come to a stop. Spaz barely takes two steps before he’s caught up to me and dragging me back to the cars kicking and hollering muffled moans under his hand that covered my mouth. He plopped me in the backseat of the one of the beamers, after gaining control of my flailing limbs, finally showing some annoyance with my tenacity.

As he grunts out of frustration and turns around, Red grabs him by his shirt and twists him around slamming him into the van. The third man is swiftly transporting bags into the trunks of both BMW’s.

They exchange heated words and Red says something that makes Spaz throw his hands up in surrender. He walks arrogantly over to the car that I’m not in and piles in it with the third robber. Spaz reverses the car and leaves the garage faster than I’ve ever seen anyone pull out of a spot and I realize that means I’ll be with Red. Alone.

My stomach felt like an electric shock when I realized, although I wasn’t sure why. Red quickly gets in to the car with a frustrated sigh, and pulls out just as quickly as Spaz and we’re back on the road in no time, going a completely separate direction.

[imthefailedartist]

So I guess this new generation is really trying to bring back the R-word. Fix it, Jesus.

You can work so hard, and it can be undone in less than fifty years.

What are y'all doing?

Like, I know this ain't the same generation that was crying about Lizzo using the word spaz. That just cannot be. The nerve the unmitigated gall.

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Surprise!

[player-code999]

ALPHAVERSE art wip

[geoffreystjohn]

terrifying indecipherable beasts from old spaz covers part one

[houseshoesandtallboys]

[ringotheman]

she's zoomin, goin, skatin'. look at it go nyyooommmm or. nope, not, not really. she's not going that fast-