#fetus mikey

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9976/?

[aussiexlovexaffair]

bf!michael ignores reader for his video games, but makes it up to her words: 1.5k request fill: immyluvsdean genre: fluff, a little angst but we recover! author's note: dear god, i hate the way i end my fics. god help me, and i'm not even religious. also i've considered making the ending smutty, so lemme know if you want an alt ending!!

The droning sound of his fingers mashing against the buttons of his controller had become all too familiar to you. The new Call of Duty game had been released a couple of days ago and Michael’s time— which was already dedicated to the constant promotional activities the band were being dragged into— was being consumed entirely. 

You partly understood his point of view. You had hobbies of your own that often made you overlook everything else. Michael cherished his downtime and you knew it. With so little free time, you imagined that something as simple as video games might feel like the greatest pleasure in the world, but it still left you feeling a little abandoned. 

Today was like no other this week. Coming home weary from his long shift at the studio, Michael sheds his shoes at the door and heads for the fridge— which the boys had collectively filled with various drinks instead of food. He grabs a beer from the shelf and cracks it open.

The sound echoing through the empty LA home was music to his ears after only hearing his own guitar for so long. Michael loved making music, but at some point, all he needed was silence. 

Similar to every other day, he heads for the couch and turns on his XBox. Michael reclines on the couch, legs up on the coffee table, and sighs quietly. His fingers seem to navigate his controller more masterfully than his fretboard as he selects his brand new game to continue playing. The frosted beer can rests between his legs against his thigh, but the grey sweatpants he wears protects him from the temperature. 

His mind seems to block out most of the sound around him when he plays. You’ve noticed this multiple times before— when the game turns on, the world turns off. His clunky headset doesn’t help his cluelessness either. 

Unbeknownst to him, you had slipped in quietly about fifteen minutes after him. Aware he was most likely stretching himself thin over his current projects, you figured you’d bring pizza over for him in one of the few moments he had enough time to eat a full meal. You set the pizza on the counter as well as a salad, and a tin of garlic knots onto the counter— moving empty beers and various junk-drawer worthy items to the side for enough space. You make your way towards the couch and stand behind him, placing your gentle hands on his tensed shoulders. Michael’s head swivels around for barely a second to ensure it’s you and not either a crazed fan or a band member trying to scare him. When he registers your face, he smiles shortly and relaxes back into the couch. “Hey, babe.” A smile forms on your face and you bend over the couch to press a chaste peck to his cheek. “Hi.” Your voice is sugary sweet, excited to see him after so many days in which he holed himself up in his studio. “I brought pizza and salad and garlic knots.”

You expect to see him immediately pause the game at the prospect of his favorite side dish. It was a guilty pleasure of his and despite not enjoying the scent of garlic lingering on his breath, if it made him happy— you were happy. “Cool.” Cool? That’s it? His eyes don’t stray from the screen as he leans forward a bit. You poke his hunched over form once again. “I was hoping that we could hang out today. We don’t have to do anything special, but like— maybe something together?” His brows scrunch together at the suggestion. You could always tell when he disagreed with something because his nose would crinkle up in distaste very obviously. 

“Aren’t we hanging out right now?” Michael’s voice seems dismissive and part of you wants to reprimand him for that, but he isn’t a child. He needs to suffer the consequences of his actions. 

“Yeah, okay.. we’re hanging out in the same house, but like… I wanna do something with you.” An audible waver in your tone gave away your hurt, but again, he didn’t seem too keen on pulling his attention away from Call of Duty. “Michael.” You called out to him. His headset was definitely at full volume. His ears were used to the blasting sound of instruments through bulky speakers at concerts, anything else sounded muffled to him.

“Michael..” Frustration becomes more apparent in your tone. He groans and leans back into the couch cushions, eyeing you in his peripheral. 

“What?!...” His response holds a bit more annoyance than you anticipated. “What do you want?!..” It was reasonable for him to be tired after a long day, but lashing out at the one person checking up on him was not. “You know what? Fine. Play your stupid fucking game. I’m leaving.” Arguing with Michael was impossible. He was stubborn and immature when he fought with someone. It was a losing battle you’d be fighting if you chose to stay and attempt to force him off the couch. 

As you turned on your heels to head towards the foyer to collect your things, you heard the couch being disrupted— slightly sliding back as he quickly stood up from the cushions. Michael slides his headset off of his ears and rests it around his neck. “You’re actually leaving?..” 

You scoffed at the audacity he had to ask that. Were you supposed to sit around waiting for him? You had much better things to do.

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving. You’re not gonna hang out with me or eat the food I brought or even talk to me, so I’m leaving.” Bending down to grab your shoes, you wrestle them on without untying them. The tactic doesn’t work as well as it usually does— perfect timing! You struggle to wedge your foot into the sneaker before Michael can approach you at the door.

His hands are gentle on your waist, tugging you backwards until he can properly wrap his arms around your torso. You bat him off once or twice to no avail. His chin props itself on the crown of your head. “I’m sorry.” The eye roll that he gets in return doesn’t go unnoticed. His brow creases at the reaction and again he advances. “Hey..” Instead, he leads you by your hand to face him, looking down at you with sincere eyes. His tattooed fingers graze over your forehand in a comforting manner. 

“Hey.” He repeats with a more concerned tone. When he picks up on the frown painting your face, you see a visceral reaction take place. His shoulders slump a little and he shifts uncomfortably at the sight. For a moment, you pause and look away from him to distract yourself. He recenters your gaze with a guiding touch. Michael’s voice is softer this time. “I’m sorry.. I’ve been really tied up with work and I’ve really been looking forward to this game. I’ve heard a lot of good things about it.” “I know.” You respond brusquely, not bothering to put much effort into hiding your disappointment in him. Michael purses his lips. “Thank you for bringing me food.” He murmurs into your shoulder as he embraces you slowly, not wanting to rush the apology and make it seem insincere. “I haven’t eaten an actual meal in awhile because of this stupid promo and the company seems to think that not being home hasn’t taken a toll on me and—” He takes a breath upon noticing that he is making himself tense. His mind focuses on the way you drape your arms over his shoulders and trace little hearts into the back of his neck. At first, the sensation sends goosebumps down his spine, but he finds himself leaning into the touch after a bit. 

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he begins to explain, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in. “And I shouldn’t have prioritized the video game instead of you.” You nod along to his words, your bitterness melting away by the second. “That was stupid…” You mutter childishly under your breath. At the sound of your insult, he snorts a little. “It was very stupid.” He corrects you as he leads you into the kitchen, pressing feather-light kisses to your temple. Flicking open the pizza box, he grabs a slice and takes a bite, letting out a dramatic moan. “Oh my god, I think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had!..” You unbury your face from his clavicle and look behind you to see the pizza slice he’d just bitten into. The cheese was stringy and melty, the crust was perfectly crispy— and not to mention, it was stuffed. “Is it good?” You inquire hopefully.

“Mmmm-hm… best pizza ever.” Michael states matter-a-factly, smiling down at you and pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You gotta help me finish this, though. M’ not gonna eat it all.” With a smile, you stand on your tippy toes and kiss his lips, smiling against them before swerving and biting a huge chunk out of his slice. “Deal.”

[perryxss]

Louis Tomlinson serving Mikey Way chic

[mikeyswayy]

My mom says I look like fetus gee (/ bullets) (/basement) (actually she said more like fetus gee, basement and bullets)

And, my fucking brother said I look like Mikey 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I'm jus like that, I am them fr fr

[lotus-duckies]

A) very funny hearing "revenge is wrong" from leo because. reasons

B) very funny seeing leo having a fit of rage while raph holds him back

[xxfangirl365xx]

Fetus Frank,Mikey and Ray <3

[desceros]

i saw on your queue list that you’re wanting to do a papatello au!!! wondering if you would spare some headcanons????

ps your writing is great!!

[with heavy sarcasm] oh no, not someone asking me to discuss one of my favorite fic ideas, the absolute horror

after a terribly unfortunate incident (donnie learns he has a breeding kink and doesn't check to see if the two of you are biologically compatible before enjoying it, thoroughly, over a long period of time) it is discovered that you are pregnant. oops

after a days-long conversation where he freaks out because he's terrified about your safety when he runs some tests and the fetus is very much going to be a turtle with a shell inside of you, the two of you decide to... try. to try and keep it. it feels a bit like a miracle, after all, though he's very very careful to monitor the entire time. and well he should, as it's a difficult pregnancy; they actually end up taking her out a little early and putting her in an egg-like incubator for the last month or so when he starts getting concerned about some pain you're having.

the two of you name her lavinia, after splinter's naming conventions. but very quickly, mikey shortens that to lavi. she's very much a softshell turtle mutant, but she has your smile and (as she grows older) black hair just like papa splinter from having more human DNA.

lavi is the actual poster child of being a daddy's girl. from birth, she favors him for almost everything: being held, being fed, being bathed; if donnie's not doing it or close, she's fussy.

donnie is the actual poster child of being the world's most obnoxious father in the entire world. he's that guy who will insert his kid into every conversation, bending or even snapping its relevance to shoehorn her in. he has pictures upon pictures. videos of lavi doing absolutely nothing except being cute.

and she is so fucking cute. but she's also a bit of a demon, just like her father. wicked smart and always getting into trouble. worse still, if she gets caught, she just looks at donnie with big eyes like 🥺 and it's over. she's not getting in trouble.

lavi also really loves her uncle raph, and she has taken to stealing his catch phrases because she thinks they're funny. you have a video on your phone of her running agilely away from donnie with something very fragile and important, giggling and yelling 'stealing LIKE A BOSS' as donnie chases her, teeth clenched and hands outstretched, going 'lavi, dearest, sweetest little bug whomst i love endlessly and forever, please give that back to papa Right. Now.'

her favorite uncle tho is probably uncle leo. he has cool comic books and watches fun tv shows. she likes to climb onto his shell and curl up to take a nap. a picture of leo crying the first time she did that remains your contact photo for him for a long, long time.

this whole au is just an excuse for me to dump cute headcanons about donnie being the best dad in the world and no one has stopped me yet, so. yeehaw

[thr-333]

OAAHF has a death grip on me. The angst is just *chef's kiss*

Gotta ask, from the latest post abt Leo's brothers, I wonder if future Leo's brothers would show up - either alive or as ninpo ghosts- to verbally tear their brother a new one for all the shit he put Leon through. Or maybe for alternate versions of future Leo's brothers tearing into him like: "Good thing your brothers/other us are dead... The disappointment would have killed them." OOF! RIP Future Leo's emotional state. He got served regretti spaghetti in the coldest way possible (and it was deserved).

Leo: Any qustions

Leon: ... Yeah I have one.

Ghost Mikey: Ohhh thats a serious face

Ghost Donnie: This is not going to turn out well

Ghost Raph: Leo, please for one in your life just be nice to him!

Leon: Is theree any part of you that holds even a tiny slither of affection for me?

G Raph: Well at least his one is easy enough to answer, it's not like he dosent feel anything for the little guy!

G Donnie: Yeah sure, he feels a lot of things, hatred, guilt, self loathing-

Leo: You asked this now... Knowing I woulnd't be able to answer anything but postively. Or risk you being distracted and compromised.

G Raph: YOU THINK HE'S NOT GOING TO BE DISRACTED ANYWAY?!?!

G Mikey: By the pizza supreme! do you think he's trying to manupulate you!

G Donnie: No no thats exactly what he's doing, I approve not little brother

Leon: Answer the question

Leo: Whats the point? Any answer I give wouldn't be genuine

G Mikey: BITCH you could mabe give an answer thats no despising the fetus!

G Donnie: Ah, so you wish for him to lie

G Raph: Honestly at this point? yeah!

Leon: I wanted to hear you say it, even if you never meant it

Leo: If you want sympathy look elsewhere

G Raph: You hurt the baby! Leon Raph loves you don't worry

G Donnie: Oh dear twin the violence I would inflict upon you if i was tangiable

G Mikey: *gross sobbing* He just wants your approval!

Leon: SERIOUSLY! If anyone should give me that it's you! You destroyed th world too

G Raph: Yes! Go off little man!

G Mikey: Call him out for all the self hatred he's pushing onto you!

Leo: Not this time I didn't

G Donnie: OH FUCK YOU

G Raph: DAD DID NOT RAISE US THIS WAY

G Mikey: I AM COMING BACK FROM THE GRAVE TO BITCH SLAP YOU

G Raph: AND GIVE LEON A HUG

G Donnie: YES THAT TOO

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

[fetus 5sos]

Ashton; what should I get myself for my birthday?

Calum; you could get yourself a deck of cards

Ashton; idk how to play poker though

Luke; you can play go fish

Ashton; that’s not sophisticated enough though

Mikey; who cares? We’re fucking playing go fish

[angsthology]

i just remembered that you have something about roo being in a band planned and now i can’t get the image of her being in the most fetus 5sos-esque band out of my head djdjfjd

- 🦕

excuse me but are you PSYCHIC??? just so u wait...

also would like to confirm roo 100% mikey girl

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9575/?

[aussiexlovexaffair]

michael introduces american!reader to his highschool words: 1.8k! request fill: anon ask! tags: classmate!michael, american!reader tw: none! author’s note: FINALLY UPDATING AFTER SO LONG I’M SORRY I’VE BEEN SUFFERING FROM THE FIC WRITER CURSE listen to: “teenage dirtbag” covered by 5 seconds of summer

It was hard to be considered the most popular guy in school when most of the time, you spent your days with your head down and earbuds blasting at high volumes. In fact, it was impossible, especially for Michael in Year 11. With chunky bracelets, side-swept fringe, and light pink spots on his cheeks— even he had accepted the “loser” title he had been given by the other students.

That’s why he sat in the back of the classroom. He didn’t have to be the most eager to answer a question nor did he have to sit in front of kids that he knew were teasing him behind his back. He had the luxury of doodling on his notebook and zoning out, maybe occasionally leaning over to talk with his friends, Calum and Luke. Even his teacher, Mr. Williams, had taken pity on the boy and stopped cold-calling him during class.

But just as Michael felt himself fading into the background of his own life, his teacher started off the class period in a way that Michael never would have expected.

“If I may have your attention,” Mr. Williams clears his throat once, standing beside the doorway of the classroom. The students in the room don’t bother to listen to him. The stocky man repeats the action louder, “Your attention, please.” The chatter in the room seems to die down momentarily. 

“For the past ten years, Norwest has not opened their doors to international exchange students due to lack of interest. However, this program— under the Dean’s instruction— has been reopened. Today, we welcome our newest addition to Norwest, straight from America, Ms. Y/N L/N.” Turning the knob on the door and pulling it open, he ushers you into the room. Twenty pairs of eyes follow your form carefully as you step to the front of the room. 

”Until graduation, she will be continuing her education here alongside the rest of you. I hope you will show her around and assist her with anything she needs.” Mr. Williams eyes the pupils with skepticism. The students assembled themselves into cliques before their freshman year had even started. Joining any friend group this late into school is near impossible. A few snickers sound from around the room and the man sighs, looking for a vacant seat for you. “Pay them no mind, Ms. L/N. How about you go take a seat next to Mr. Clifford in the back. Ehm— Michael?” Michael’s head shoots up as soon as his last name is mentioned. Really? Now was the time that Mr. Williams decided to call on him? Part of him felt betrayed by the man. The teacher knew that Michael wasn’t the biggest fan of being the center of attention and he respected that until now, at the worst possible moment. 

“Michael, will you make yourself known to the girl?...” Mr. Williams gives him an encouraging glance. Tentatively, he raises his hand a little for you to identify him. He doesn’t miss how some of his peers peek over at their friends with snide smiles. Meanwhile, all you can think about is getting out of the stuffy uniform you’re in and leaving the front of the classroom. Nothing makes you feel worse than a bunch of whispers you know are about you— well, besides the tag in the back of the collar of your shirt. The discomfort of the new uniform gives the situation a run for its money. Immediately, you nod and hurry off to the spare desk in the back.

The sound of Mr. Williams’ voice becomes a dull hum in the background of your mind as you settle into your seat. No padding on it, naturally. Placing your notebook on the desk in front of you and centering a pencil above it, you take a steadying breath. It being syllabus day, there wasn’t much for you to do besides get your bearings straight. Your eyes naturally wander over to the slumped figure beside you. In his left hand he hides his iPod, the wire of his earbud running up his sleeve and up to his ear as he rests his head against his hand. You have to admit, the set up is ingenious in its own way. You can see the little screen on it, though it’s hard to make out the song currently playing. Squinting, you eventually catch his attention.

“...What are you doing?”

The accusatory tone that the boy takes with you sends a wave of embarrassment down your spine. Taking a deep breath in, you nod down at the little device he’s holding. “Trying to see what you’re listening to.” 

“Music.” The blond responds sharply, awkwardly looking back down at his paper. 

His sass doesn’t impress you. With a light scoff, you roll your eyes. “Yeah— but like, the artist. I can see the album cover. It’s All Time Low. So what’s the song?” 

His mind doesn’t register that you recognized the album cover at first, but when he does, his head whips around. They weren’t an underground band by any means, but nobody at the school ever admitted to listening to angsty music like that. That type of music was for losers like him. After a few confused blinks, Michael nods a bit. “Yeah, it’s uhm… it’s ‘Paint Your Wings’... from their album—.”

“Don’t Panic.” You finish the sentence for him. “Yeah, I know. I have that CD at home!..” Michael’s posture relaxes subconsciously at your words. He shifts in his uncomfortable desk to face you. A hint of amusement creeps its way into his eyes.

“No iPod?” His eyebrow lifts ever so slightly.

Your head shakes softly in response. “Mine broke a little bit ago. It’s a shame, I would’ve brought it with me here.” 

A moment passes between you two, but Michael’s thoughts linger on your knowledge of the band. He had never really met a girl who was into the same music as he was, but the thought of you—an attractive girl nonetheless— having a similar taste to him was appealing in more ways than one. Testing the waters, he slides his chair over inconspicuously and nudges your foot with his own, placing an earbud in your palm. 

The action is a surprise to you, but not an unwelcome one. You do your best to conceal the white wire as you slip it into your ear. Under the table, you can see his foot tapping along to the rhythm. A smile grows on your face and you draw your attention to your notebook, doodling in a similar fashion to Michael as the next song on the album begins. 

The end of the lesson comes sooner than either of you expected and soon the bell pierces through the classroom. Chair legs scrape against the floor as students hurry out of them immediately. Following him out of the room, he pauses upon exiting and steps to the side to be out of the way of foot traffic.

“So, uhm… ” He steps up a bit and holds your gaze intently. “Do you have a guide?...” His tone, much like his body language, shows hesitance and the slightest bit of insecurity.

When you shake your head, he visibly relaxes. “No,” you laugh quietly. “They just gave me a schedule and told me to follow it.”

He takes a second to think it over before he makes an offer. “Yeah, no— they aren’t really the best with that... Well, uhm.. I don’t have many classes today. I could show you around if that sounds cool?” His thoughts chide him for his lack of social skills. If that sounds cool.. Michael, do you even hear yourself? You’re being so awkward about it, and you lied about your schedule too! You have a full schedule today! Michael cringes at himself and hopes you don’t notice. 

Before his mental battle can further progress, you sling your bag over your shoulder and respond. “Really? Oh my god, that would actually be great!” Your words come out a bit louder than you intended and a few straggling students give you an odd look as a result. 

Michael interrupts you before you can begin another sentence. “Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem! It’s just that.. things are a little different here, I guess. Like, we talk a bit quieter.” You get the hint and grimace in embarrassment. 

Ouch.

 “And we don’t usually button our uniforms all the way to the top..” His fingers find your collar and undo the top button for you slowly. The digits grace the skin underneath and subconsciously you suck in a sharp breath. “Sorry, ‘just thought you might need some help. You’ve got your hands full.”

Your eyes flicker down to your arms. You’re carrying your notebook in one hand and schedule tightly clenched in the other. God, I look like such a dork right now… “Thank you,” you begin breathlessly. His lips turn up at your praise and he pulls his hand back to fix his fringe. 

“No problem.” 

And then the bell rings. Passing period is over and now begins the next class period.

“Shit, am I late?” Your frantic eyes search the room for a clock and then shift back down to your schedule. English starts at 9:30. It’s currently 9:32. 

“Uhm…” Michael looks at the clock and rubs the back of his neck. With a guilty sigh, he nods at your question. “Yeah, you’re late. But I am too, so.. I don’t know…” He decides to shoot his shot, hoping to score some time alone with you. “Do you maybe wanna leave? I dunno if you’re into the whole skipping thing– especially on your first day— but.. We could go somewhere.” 

His nose crinkles at his lack of confidence. For a moment, your eyes remain trained to the clock on the wall. Going to class late would be a bad first impression on the teacher, but not showing up could be excusable. Maybe you got sick? First day nerves are killer, after all. Besides, this is an opportunity to make at least one good friend at a new school. After a bit of thinking, you eventually relent. “Anywhere in particular?”

His eyes widen a bit and he stands a little taller. You can tell by his reaction that he hadn’t expected you to accept the offer. “Yeah, uhm… we could go to the arcade in town. They’ve got a pretty wide variety of games and some killer french fries. Like, amazing.”

The giggle that falls from your lips reassures him that while subtle, the moves he’s making aren’t turning you away. “We could, but I’m warning you, I’m pretty good at games. I’ll probably beat you.” 

Holy shit, you’re perfect.

His heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he watches you carry your things towards the exit. He follows behind you quickly, a bashful smile beginning to grow on his face. “I think I’m okay with that.” 

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fetus 5sos (2) Masterlist

part one

a chalk outline on a playground blacktop (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael's always had a habit of making Luke cry.

All Summer In A Day (ao3) - shipsnshit (orphan_account) michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, that blooms for just two hours. That was Luke's poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. Little did he know, there was one boy who had been intrigued by it. His name being Michael.

cold thighs (ao3) - angstymuke michael/luke N/R, 599

Summary: mikey has cold thighs, luke just can't have that.

Drunk Confessions = Sober Thoughts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: “Mike, what if your parents find out?” Calum whined, shutting the door of the tree-house. “Doesn’t your dad keep a lock on the beer fridge?” Michael grabbed a few of the drinks, handing them to Calum and Luke and keeping one for himself. “There’s no need to lock it, no one except my dad drinks this shit anyway.” Michael explained, turning to the small CD player behind him and putting on a CD, settling down on a beanbag.

Or the one where Michael, Calum and Luke get drunk inside Michael’s childhood treehouse and one thing leads to another, Luke passes out and a drunk make out session ensues.

Five Minutes (ao3) - aspoonfulofyoongi michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: another first kiss muke fic WOW nice! This is actually my first kiss story revamped a little for muke, so I hope you enjoy!

'I know looks can kill, because I'm dying for yours' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 19k (WIP)

Summary: The story of how with the change of the pigment of Michael's hair, comes a change in Luke's attitude towards him. The mere colour of it isn't what causes the change in emotions, it just easier to think about how much has actually changed, when you compare it to something as trivial as the colour of his hair. It all starts when they are merely innocent five year olds, but by the time they are eighteen, many things -including hair dye preferences- have changed.

or luke finds his feelings towards michael changing as often as the colour of michaels hair does.

Mamihlapinatapei (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: 'Michael remembers sitting in the cafeteria at school and gazing at Calum with such fondness and feeling a jolt of shock when Calum returned the look just as warmly, and Michael remembers wondering vaguely when they stopped being brothers and started being something else instead.'

Michael falls in love with his best friend and it feels like being torn apart.

Prove It (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: "A stretch of silence follows and Luke can feel his cheeks begin to heat up again. Because…Michael is telling him he can stay. And hang out. With him. Luke was leaving and Michael stopped him. His heart speeds up again and a smile starts tugging at his lips.

God, he really better not fuck this up."

Michael's day to himself gets interrupted when a very nervous Luke Hemmings shows up on his doorstep, acoustic guitar and bright blue eyes awaiting him.

stay quiet (ao3) - babyboylukey michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: "what...what are you doing michael?"

after finally getting his pants off he says, "gonna put that annoying mouth of yours to good use."

that's when luke goes quiet. honestly he just can't refuse. he may or may not have dreams about things like this. with michael too.

You're Pretty (Cute) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 541

Summary: He was too shy to even go over to him, no matter how bad he wanted to.

Basically Michael really likes Luke and how pretty he is but is too shy to say anything, and Luke likes his shyness

[franman-melon]

Novum my absolute beloved. long videos but not a second wasted. go there for DEEP analysis. on multiple levels too, not just basic story beats. that guys doing thesis level shit seriously.

Flawed Peacock is good as others have said. it's like hanging out with a friend and just listening to them work out their theories in real time. even if theyre silly or have only smidgens of evidence. wonderful.

shoutout also to Spacepig22 who i followed for funny donkey kong years ago and then dropped an EIGHT HOUR video on kappa mikey. honestly a lot of summary, but you can tell the summary is from a guy who has watched this series 300 times. also it only has 3k views go give him more. i need more people to know about guano fetus. im giving you this disease.

Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

[mikeyyrevenge]

HI.. first post but ……OKAY. why the HELL is frank playing on the floor curled up in a fetus position, why is ray jumping like a jack rabbit, why is mikeys knees not kneeing and why is gee jumping around likr a rabid animal….

- WATCHING THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM LIVE AT STARLAND BALLROOM IS LIKE A FEVER DREAM xd

[cashtonlanegirl]

“how many aura points do i lose for posting this when my crush said they liked justin bieber”

THIS VIDEO OF MICHAEL SENT ME IT REMINDS ME OF THIS TIKTOK TREND 😭 but little fetus mikey looks so cute w his red cheeks & him smiling so much aaAAAAAAaaaaAaAaaaaa