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omgcp characters as urban dictionary name definitions

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everyone: looks at ransom

ransom: i’m appalled u would even insinuate i would do that

ransom when he sees tater not even 10 minutes later:

A moment of appreciation for the fact that Nursey and Dex aren't just talking, but are also able to follow off from each other.

jack.exe has crashed with exception BOYFRIEND_TOO_CUTE. Rebooting.

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art trade with @sharkcastic! 

The rapid exchange of indecipherable gifs occurring on Dex’s phone ceases at Bully’s question. Dex looks up from the screen to see Bully tapping his pencil against his open notebook, a somewhat bored look on his face.

“What do you mean?”

Bully nods at Dex’s phone. 

A quick look down tells Dex that Nursey’s taken his pause in reply as defeat. He sends three gifs in quick succession to celebrate his victory: a series of puppies dressed as Avengers, an Elmo burning gif, and a minion that does not look right.

Dex tilts his head. “I don’t know,” he says, and Bully snorts. Dex frowns. “What?”

Bully shakes his head, turning his attention back to his homework. “Nothing.”

“Hey.” Dex nudges Bully’s ankle with his shoe under the table. “You’re my waffle, you can’t sass me.”

Bully pauses reading long enough to appraise Dex with the sassiest eyebrows ever seen before completely ignoring Dex all together.

Dex huffs and ignores him back, which doesn’t exactly work but it’s the point of the thing. He texts Nursey back that he didn’t win, Dex just went back to being productive, which makes him a winner in the end. makes you a poindorkster in the end, Nursey replies, which is really, just, terrible. Wholly, completely awful.

Which is why it’s rather distressing that Dex grins at it like a loon.

“That.”

Dex looks up. Bully’s boredom has shifted into amusement. His lips quirk vaguely.

“That’s what I mean.” He gestures with his pencil. “You’ve been doing whatever it is you’ve been doing with Nurse for like an hour now and you’re still not bored. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t–” Dex runs his thumb along the edge of his phone. “I don’t get bored of Nursey.”

Bully hums. “So that’s it, then?”

“So it’s what?” Dex asks, but Bully’s back to his school work with no indication of being pulled from it. Dex looks back down at his phone. Nursey’s switched to emojis now. The X girl, a dolphin, the heart-eyes one. It could be annoying. It could be amusing. But never, ever boring.

Dex grunts, handing over a cinnamon muffin without looking up from his code.

“Thanks, Dexy-poo.” Nursey takes it, nudging Dex in the shoulder. “Maybe next time you’ll even manage verbiage.”

Dex grunts again.

“Oh, dude. Have you eaten yet today?”

Dex ducks his head to block out Nursey and focus on finding whatever the fuck is going wrong in his code. It’s probably just one stupid thing that he stupidly adding without stupid thinking and he’ll never find it now and he’ll fail the assignment and the class and the–

Next thing he knows, there’s a bottle of water plopped in front of his nose and a dish with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it clattering by his hand. Dex is torn between continuing to sift through his code and eating the sandwich. It smells nutty and bready and… and fuck, Dex can’t remember the last thing he ate.

Then he looks at the time and sees that it’s been literal hours since he’s looked away from his screen. He can taste the air and it’s not exactly appetizing. The table is littered in muffin wrappers and crumpled up Post-It notes, Nursey is asleep on his end of the table, and Bully seems to be playing Solitaire.

Dex cracks his eyes into a squint. “Shouldn’t you be doing something productive?”

Bully glances up before putting a stack of hearts on another stack, which then filters into a full stack in the bottom left of his screen. “Like what?”

Dex shrugs. “Studying. Or finishing assignments.”

“I submitted my last paper at noon.” Bully frowns mildly and his undo to re-free up a space.

Dex’s squint intensifies. “Why’ve you been here all afternoon if you haven’t had anything to do?”

Bully shrugs. “S’fun to watch you two.”

“Who two?” Dex’s eyes flicker to Nursey’s, cheek leaned into his forearm as he drools into the back of his palm. The saliva is smearing a note Nursey’s written on himself in pen. Dex tilts his head. It’s a reminder to pick up the short stories for the class he’s TAing. Dex grabs an un-crumpled Post-It note and copies it, sticking it to his laptop when he’s done.

Only once it’s stuck does he remember Bully.

HI! I’M EXTREMELY EXCITED. BECAUSE:

There’s an article about LGBTQ webcomics on NHL.COM!

“Hey, Bits? I’m home.” Jack closed the door behind him and toed off his shoes, listening for sounds of life in the kitchen. It was Friday afternoon, and they had plans to go out with the SMH crew, so odds were excellent Bitty was in the kitchen making something to take back to Haus 2.0 for dessert.

He didn’t hear Bitty’s music playing in the kitchen though, and he didn’t hear the shower running in the bathroom. Bitty’s car had been parked in its spot in the parking garage so he couldn’t have gone far. Maybe he’d gone for a run? “Bitty?” he called again.

A rattly exhale drew Jack’s attention to a blue and yellow Bitty-sized lump on the couch. The lump — or Bitty — wore one of Jack’s old hoodies and a pair of baggy sweatpants that might also have been Jack’s. He looked ridiculous. It drew a smile from Jack, until he remembered they were supposed to leave the house within the hour. Bitty shouldn’t be huddled on the couch in two-sizes-too-big sweats, he should be getting ready.

“Everything okay, bud? I thought we were going out with everyone tonight.”

“I’m not —“ Bitty hugged the couch pillow to him. “Do you mind if we cancel?”

“Noooo,” Jack said cautiously, wondering exactly what was going on. Truth be told, he preferred nights in when he was in town and didn’t have to be at a game or event. Seeing their friends regularly was important to Jack, but it was Bitty who really enjoyed going out. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I thought maybe we could just stay in tonight,” Bitty said, sounding on the verge of tears.

It wasn’t really an answer but the break in Bitty’s voice set off alarm bells in Jack’s head. “We’ll cancel,” Jack agreed, settling down next to Bitty, “but first you’re going to tell me why you’re so upset.”

smh + their twitters: their profiles, real missing [insert name here] hours, bitty committing bottom on bottom crime, shitty scaring the hoes, & will’s daily “oomf” tweet

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smh + instagram: holster needs his eyebrows done, bitty is baby

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