im really just sad 😃

cw: anxiety, swearing, panic attack, injuries/scars

chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 // chapter 8 // read it on ao3! 

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Thomas does not get paid enough to deal with this. 

Realistically speaking, he’s the one in control of his own salary. He makes the budgets for the house, he decides what Virgil’s rate of pay is (at least for the work he does in the lab; his art commissions are something else), he decides how the grant money they receive is dispersed. He’s the only one he has to answer to in terms of payment. 

Statement revised: Thomas does not pay himself enough to deal with this. 

Remus gets a raging heart boner for the chubby nerd who broke someone’s nose.

Based off this prompt by @under-the-blue-moonlight, also check out @randombinoftrash’s art here.

Warnings: fatphobia and weight comments, insecurity about weight, blood and mentions of broken bones, some mild suggestive language.

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Remus isn’t ditching class. He’s just.. being strategically late. Walking slow through the hall to his locker and certainly not rushing when the bell rings signalling there’s a minute left to get to class like everyone else does. He pries the squeaky metal door open as people rush by, saying quick words to passing friends, and then the bell rings for class to start and the halls are empty.

Well, except for him.

And those other two on the other side of the hallway. Remus gives them a casual glance, not really caring about who the hell else is ditching late to class. He maybe recognizes them but what does it matter, it’s none of his business.

He debates going to class at all, changing one ratty binder for another, wondering which one is for his next class, when he picks up on the conversation across the hall.

“I mean, do you really need it anyway? Aren’t you big enough?” Remus freezes, eyes wide and his blood boils instantly. His grip on his locker door makes his knuckles turn white. He’s sure he heard that right but he can’t honestly believe it. He slowly looks from the inside of his locker to the only other two in the hallway and actually takes in the scene for what it is. 

He knows Bruce, stupid as he is muscular, a jock in every sense of the word except they don’t actually play any of the sports they profess they do, is crowding around another shorter student who Remus doesn’t know. They wear glasses with black frames and tug at their clothes that hug their chubby body. There’s a scowl on their face as they try to hide their bigger form from Bruce’s scrutiny.

“No seriously, do you even try?” Bruce taunts and pokes the other’s stomach, causing them to curl further in on themselves and hide behind the books in their hands. They glare at the ground as Bruce laughs at them.

Remus twitches violently. He has no idea who this nerd is, but he is not above shoving someone face first into a locker for being such a piece of shit, especially not Bruce, especially when he’s being disgusting to the cute nerd who looks about two seconds away from crying. Remus growls and takes half a step towards them, ready to break the finger Bruce uses to poke at their belly again.

Three things happen at once.

First, the nerd’s books drop to the ground.

Second, there’s a decent sounding CRACK.

And third, Bruce hits the ground like sack of potatoes.

“What the fuck!” Bruce whines out, clutching at his face which is now profusely bleeding into his hands. He writhes pathetically on the floor and Remus’s jaw drops. He stares at the nerd who is now rubbing at their palm, having jutted the heel of their hand into Bruce’s nose, thoroughly fucking it up.

Bruce stumbles to his feet, spitting one last pathetic weight insult at the nerd, then heading down the hall towards somewhere far away from them.

Remus just watches as the nerd takes a deep breath, fixes the tie around their neck and bends to pick up the books they dropped in favor of hitting Bruce in the face. They gather them and look up, catching Remus’s eye, finally noticing him there through the scuffle. Remus snaps his jaw shut.

The short nerd, who packs a wallop, glares at him, daring him to say anything. When it’s clear Remus can’t connect his brain to mouth feature, they adjust the glasses on their face, and walk off, head held high. Remus watches them go with no amount of shame, a part of him wanting to be crushed by them thighs.

Once the nerd is out of sight, Remus takes a page out of Roman’s book. He presses his back to the lockers, places hand over his heart, and lets out a down right dreamy sigh.

Remus doesn’t know what love is. Not really. He does know what ever the fuck and hell just happened has him feeling all kinds of gross and mushy and wanting to be punched in the face too if it means getting the firecracker of a nerd to put their hands on him. Whatever he’s feeling, there’s a lot of it, and he’s got it bad, knowing somewhere in his morbid soul he’s found the one he wants to spend forever with.

He sinks to the ground, a dopey smile on his face as he replays the nerd getting angry and thrusting their hand into Bruce’s face over and over in his mind. Their form, their stance, the look in their eyes, their thighs that could crush him and he’d say thank you. There’s nothing about them Remus isn’t already head over heels for and he doesn’t even know their name.

He’s seen them around sure, but he doesn’t know them. It doesn’t really matter to him because he’s 110% sure they are meant to be. They were cute all riled up and the look they gave him after noticing him sends a lovely thrill up his spine. Remus always knew he had a thing for violence and it just adds to the swoop in his stomach thinking about the nerd breaking face again.

He’s so lost in thought about how they are going to beat up assholes together in holy smacktrimony that when a teacher comes by and tells him to get to class he goes without a fight, still that besotted look on his face.

He daydreams the entire class about feral nerds and how to go about wooing one with a temper.

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Tag list under cut:

TL;DR: It’s usually a white kid because their privilege incacipated their ability to learn how to handle stress/ denial/ whatever without acting out. The less privileged are done used to the bs and thus typically dont turn to extreme measures as coping mechanisms.

EDIT: I had reblogged this and added a link to the paper (which I should’ve done to begin with,) but it’s probably best I just edit my original reblog and add the link (which I also should’ve just done already.)

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I thought that would be the end of it.

Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular. 

My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”

So I had an idea but I couldn’t really figure out how to turn it into anything? I’m not the right kind of artist to create these the way I see them and they’re not stories, really, just…images. 

But I asked my discord if there was still value in sharing them as just descriptions, and they said yes, so if you hate this…blame my discord server lol 

Y’all know my “the sides are real and are helping Thomas write and film the youtube videos and are actually all friends” HC, right? If not, basically, in it, the sides are real and are helping Thomas write and film the youtube videos and are actually all friends. I had this idea around that HC that would basically be like…a series of photographs of them during the filming process, maybe with captions, just documenting the behind-the-scenes pieces of the filming (think Lord of the Rings behind-the-scenes shots that have the actors in full fantasy costume but they’re sitting on those folding actor chairs sipping cans of soda and wearing sunglasses–that kind of vibe). I imagine these being taken and captioned by Thomas.

Snapshot 1: Virgil standing in front of Remus, his back mostly to the camera, bent over and focused on his chest. Remus is grinning at him sheepishly. It’s captioned “Virgil trying (again) to get the stupid mic to clip onto Remus’s clothing (the clip keeps sliding off the silk).”

Snapshot 2:  Roman and Janus sitting side-by-side on the couch. Janus is reviewing the script and sipping something from a mug (tea or coffee). Roman has appropriated his hat and is leaning back, hat over his face, legs outstretched, hands folded across his stomach. Caption: “Roman catches a quick nap between takes while Janus reviews his lines.” 

Snapshot 3:  Patton and Logan having a game of rock-paper-scissors. Patton is obviously cracking up and Logan’s eyes are wide, his face disbelieving, though is is also grinning. It’s captioned “Patton consistently beating Logan at Rock-Paper-Scissors, to Logan’s disbelief and dismay.”

Snapshot 4:  Remus and Roman sitting on the floor in front of the TV waiting while the crew fixes the lighting, sharing a bag of popcorn. Caption: “The bros taking a snack break while we worked out some technical difficulties.”

Snapshot 5:  Patton and Virgil sitting on the stairs. Patton is grinning at the camera; Virgil is leaning his head on Patton’s shoulder and appears to be dozing. Captioned: “Virgil is all tuckered out after a shoot runs late.” 

Snapshot 6:  Janus adjusting his gloves and looking sheepishly at the camera. Caption: “He almost forgot to put them on again. Oops.”  Snapshot 7:  Everyone relaxing at the coffee table eating sandwiches. Totally candid shot: Patton happens to be looking at the camera but is in mid-bite of sandwich; Virgil is holding his sandwich and looking up at Logan and Janus, who are discussing something animatedly; Remus is scowling while trying to fish an oreo out of his glass of milk where he accidentally dropped it; Roman is snickering while watching him do so. Caption: “Lunch break.” 

Snapshot 8:  Janus helping with touch-up on Virgil’s eyeshadow. He has one gloved hand lightly steadying Virgil’s chin while the other is working with the eyeshadow applicator. His tongue is sticking out in concentration. Virgil’s eyes are open and he is looking up and away trying not to blink. Captioned “Touch-ups.” 

Basically you get the idea here. I just love the thought of like. Idk an instagram or something that has these little bits of glimpses into the filming process of this headcanon. Like the bloopers video, except with all of them together on screen interacting. 

I may add more to this later if I think of more of them. I don’t know why but they just make my heart feel warm and fuzzy. This is my favorite headcanon: that everyone actually gets along fine and this is a scripted series they’re helping create. <3 

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cw: brief nonspecific death mention

wordcount: ~1.8k 

book one: earth // book two: fire // book three: air // book four: water // read it on ao3!!

Virgil stares into the mirror hanging on his wall, humming as Patton brushes through his long hair. “Are you sure we have enough time for intricate hair stuff, Pat?” 

“There’s a reason I woke you up early,” Patton says, running his fingers through Virgil’s hair to test for knots. “I knew this would take a while!” 

“But you have to get yourself ready for today too, will you have enough time?” 

“I have a lot less hair than you do.” Patton runs a hand over his shorn-short curls, and Virgil smiles. “Plus, your hair is so pretty! I wanna make sure that we show it off, you deserve to put it on display.” Virgil blushes, reaching up to tuck an unruly strand behind his ear. Ever since his encounter with the moon and ocean spirits, he’s had streaks of silver-white in his dark hair. Spirit-touched, the chief of the Northern Water Tribe called him. Blessed by Tui and La.

The LGBT community was “primarily built” out of segregation and violence from the rest of the world. This is true. But it was not built specifically for trans people and same gender attracted people. It was built for people who fell outside the normal cisgender male/female attraction. What does this mean? It means that the LGBT community was made for anyone who was labeled “queer” by the cis/het population. Those are the people that belong in this community. That does indeed include ace people, as they fall onto that category of “queer”. There’s a reason it’s called a reclaimed slur by some people. It’s because we didn’t originally invent our own community. We were forced out of the “normal” community with violence and hate and we formed together out of a need to support each other.

Supporting each other does not mean picking and choosing which identities belong in the LGBTQIAP+ community. There’s more letters than LGBT in the acronym.

The community was not “primarily built” for any specific subgroup. It was build out of a need for mutual support of the rejected and hated people by society. It’s not a competition of who has it worse. There’s no “priority” of people. The priority is stoping hate and violence as a whole.

If you think ace people don’t face any danger, then you clearly missed some things. How many times do we hear about “No means No” not being considered an acceptable answer?

Anyways- we do not have the right to say who deserves to be rejected from the LGBT community. It’s for anyone who doesn’t identify as cisgender and heterosexual.