Clown Simp

Characters; Michael Townley x Trevor Philips.

Timeline; Early 2000′s, North Yankton, pre Michael’s death.

Content Warnings; homophobic slurs, domestic violence, angst, mentions of suicide, swearing. (It’s GTA V i feel like that should just be a CW in general)

Summary; Michael makes homophobic statement and it sends trevor into a fit of rage. 

Author’s note; I wrote this a few months ago and only two people have ever read this and I feel like Tumblr is the place I can share this. I am a huge angst writer, especially for Trevor and Michael. I have about 200 pages of drabbles like this so if it works out I might post more LMFAO i am so self conscious about my writing.

Trevor hated being Canadian, it was what he was known for in the group. Everyone taunted him by making comments about his barely noticeable accent and how he said “eh” a lot at first. Michael started calling him Moose as a joke for a while before it became the only thing Michael called him for weeks. He hated it but he learned to love it more than his own name. 

The cold December night started small, just Michael and Trevor driving around, Michael was teaching Trevor how to drive so in case he ever had to play the role as getaway driver he was more experienced and could drive safely. Trevor was going 105 down the interstate weaving through traffic with a huge smile on his face, Michael laughing all the way down the road with him. They finally had to slow down due to the cars matching speeds and it being too tight of fit to safely squeeze through. Trevor burst out laughing, “You’re good at that!” Michael squealed with laughter. He placed his hand on the back of Trevor’s neck, “I might have you drive us to safety from now on” Trevor took everything Michael said as a compliment. Michael never had anything bad to say about Trevor. They pulled off the interstate and into a diner parking lot. “Thank you M, for everything,” 

Michael was the favorite part of Trevor’s life, when he was there to pick him up from jail the first time he went up until this moment. Trevor unbuckled himself and took a deep breath, Michael had gotten out to stretch his legs, “Wanna grab some milkshakes? My treat for being the bestest best friend anyone could ask for!” Michael called out curling his finger in trying to lure Trevor out. Trevor chuckled, getting out of the driver side seat, “fine, but! I get to drive home,” he said, running up to Michael and grabbing his arm, spinning the two of them around. They found a seat against a wall Trevor against the wall and Michael sitting next to him practically touching hips. There were a couple a couple booths away from them sharing a milkshake, just two boys holding hands not bothering anyone. 

“Look at those two fags over there” Michael scoffed, Trevor’s eyes went up immediately, “what did you say?” Trevor’s voice sounded cold, “those faggots, over there” Michael pointed to the couple oblivious to the hate they were getting, “what’s so wrong with that?” Trevor asked moving away from Michael “It’s disgusting and wrong” Michael laughed “Why are you a faggot too?” “…yeah” Trevor mumbled, his heart pounding out of his chest, Michael froze, “Trevor, I- Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Trevor practically pushed Michael out from the booth and walked out the door, Michael following trying to grab his arm, “T! Please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!” Michael yelled. Trevor turned around and shoved Michael to the ground, “four fucking months Townley! 4 fucking months I’ve been wanting to kiss you! Fuck you Townley! Fuck you!” Trevor screamed opening the car door handle, he slammed the door and turned on the ignition and sped out of the parking lot. 

His heart was racing, he felt betrayed and disgusted. He felt led on for months, felt like he was just being used to be bent to Michael’s will. He would’ve done anything for Michael. He stepped on the gas harder, “Fuck!” He screamed as he weaved through traffic, he didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care. Just wanted to find somewhere to hide from everything. He kept hearing his phone make noises from the center console cup holders but he was going too fast to even care to see who was texting. He knew who was texting him, he knew Michael was spamming him with apologies.

He found a side road and took a sharp left to get on the road, it turned down a snowy dirt road and he slowed down, he was angry but not angry enough to kill himself. He pulled over and punched the steering wheel over and over until his knuckles were bloody, he screamed out before sobbing into the window. Everything was crashing down around him, the only person he ever saw staying in his life forever. The texts had stopped but they turned into spam phone calls, every time he saw “Mikey <3” on his phone screen he hit his leg shouting for him to leave him alone. 

Trevor didn’t show back up to the group for a few weeks, everyone had thought Trevor had killed himself or ran away. Lester was the first one to see Trevor. He came over to the house late at night smelling like he had been running through the sewage systems, “Trevor, Oh my God,” Lester whispered, grabbing Trevor’s arm and pulling him in. He had a black eye and his arms were bruised or had cigarette burns on them. “Please don’t tell Michael I’m here. I’m quitting, I’m out, I just need to get my shit and take a shower and I’m out.” Trevor’s voice was raspy, he sounded like he had been talking for days straight without a pause for water. “Trevor, what the hell happened? Michael’s been bitchy with everyone or not speaking at all. Something happen?” Lester asked Trevor, taking him to the kitchen. “I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to take a shower and leave,” “T, I can’t let you do that, you’re our best gunman, your aim is spot on, please just sit down and talk to me.” Lester pleaded. He didn’t know where Trevor was the last few weeks, he was completely off the radar, which scared Lester, he was typically able to find anyone in Ludendorff, but Trevor… He goes completely radio silent. 

“No! I said let me shower and I’ll get my shit and go!” Trevor snapped, his voice louder than intended, “Trevor, Michael and Brad are upstairs, if you wake either of them you wont able to leave quietly” Lester snapped in a low voice, “Whatever, Michael can go fuck himself anyways” Trevor hissed heading up the stairs and straight to the room that held all of his clothes. Lester was the only one in the crew old enough to own a home so everyone stayed with him. 

Trevor grabbed his back pack from when he was in school and started to pile all of his clothes into the bag, shoving them down into the bag to fit more clothes. It was difficult to move around in the dark, even harder to make sure he was getting everything he needed. 

He couldn’t get a drawer open so he kicked it hard. This causes the dresser to hit the wall with a loud thud. “Fuck” he mumbled under his breath. He quickly grabbed his bag and made a beeline to the bathroom, terrified to run into Michael. He didn’t make it to the bathroom door in time before running straight into Michael who was blocking the door. Michael grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the bathroom kicking the door closed with his foot, Michael threw Trevor back, “Where the Hell have you been?” Michael hissed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Trevor huffed readjusting his shirt, “I’m not fucking around Trevor” Michael snarled approaching Trevor pushing him against the wall, “Get the fuck away from me Townley,” Trevor spit in his face. Michael grabbed Trevor by the throat sliding him up the wall, “You need to listen to me!” He snarled, “Kill yourself” Trevor sputtered out, clutching Michael’s arms to try and lift himself up to get air into his lungs again. 

“We are Addisons! All we do is advertise!!”

Pre-orders are now open for our non-profit Deltarune zine, themed around the Addisons, Addizine!

You can find all tiers for sale, as well as a list of what is included in each pack, at our shop: [link]

twitter didn’t see it, so you guys are being forced to

I've talked to even many liberals who were horrified by the idea of communal baths and freak out when I talk about going to Korean bath houses or a nudist hot springs in Colorado where gasp, children can see naked bodies of all genders. Like, you are the weirdos if you think grandma's tits are an issue, that's you problem my American friends.

Pictures of a grumpy Blitz who obviously looks like he couldn’t hate being in his presence more. Pictures that show him that whatever they had really wasn´ t what he told himself it was. In one fucking night he is losing ANY proof that the thing between him and Blitz was more than fucking and him just hanging on to a thread to feel something. 

Then meanwhile …

Blitz is the one who has a picture of him and Stolas being together. ANd he is genuinely smiling. He has the proof that beneath every fucked up aspect of their relationship, there are true feelings. That he cares. 

okay

that will require stealth trans men to out themselves in order to receive help

that will require closeted trans women to out themselves in order to receive help

that will require nonbinary people who don't ""look nonbinary"" because they look too masculine to out themselves in order to receive help

it will also alienate transfems & trans people who were AMAB who haven't realized they're trans yet from spaces that could provide them a safe place to explore gender & sexuality and be introduced to the idea of being trans

trans people are eventually going to get uncomfortable with your hatred for cis men, because people who were AMAB are gonna wonder if you secretly hate them for being "actually men" and trans mascs are gonna wonder if you hate them for being men at all

people attracted to cis men are going to feel uncomfortable when they try and bring up their love for men including cis men or bring their cis boyfriends/partners/friends to your spaces

there are cis queer men & queer men who blur the lines between cis and trans and they have just as much a right to queer spaces as you do

^ intersex men also exist including intersex cis men

there is never going to be a group of people who it is alright to blindly hate just because of circumstances of their birth or identity and every time you try you are going to end up hurting people. embrace compassion and nuance

[ID: an image of a smiling man wearing sunglasses. In front of him is text that says, in all caps, "Hey comrade. Check the batch no. on your box of testosterone. If you see HAC3427A with an expiration date of 08/2023, please contact sun pharmaceuticals at 1-800 818-4555. There's a recall." End ID]

like imagine him putting the communication options on his tummy.

and recognizing the child’s sensory overload and taking them somewhere quiet.