Get His Ass, Billy.

Get his ass, Billy.

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magickizu

7 years ago

BEGONE

THOT

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magickizu

9 months ago

Okay, yes please! Idea:

Mr. H's Treehouse is a local kids show (talking in the area of like San Diego to Los Angeles). Meeting him for the first time in person, Billy can't help but notice something's wrong with Steve, who may not be all sunshine, as he gives himself.

During recess, Steve takes a moment to breath: these meet and greets are great! To see all those shining eyes he helped to inspire and guide- but he's sad. Because this current season in filming will be the last season. The show's getting cut because of budget. Which gets Billy's attention; the sunshine, who's brooding by himself. And they get to talk... Which admittedly is really bad, because behind those kind brown eyes and great ass is a nuisanced and interesting personality. Shit.

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

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magickizu

2 years ago

Bruh... I can't stop listening to it

12,000 people harmonizing Hey Jude at Pentatonix concert in Des moines

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magickizu

9 months ago

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

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magickizu

7 years ago

Please reblog if you’re one of those people that your friends can always go to if they need to vent, but you don’t like venting to them because you feel like you’re taking up their time, you’re annoying, you don’t want them to worry, and/or you just prefer to be the one to always help others instead of the one who needs help

I just want to know I’m not the only one

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magickizu

7 years ago

reblog if you’re somewhere on the ace and/or aro spectrum, respect people on the ace and/or aro spectrum, or are tired of exclusionists gatekeeping the LGBTQ+ community

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magickizu

7 years ago

Of course I will! But the story will be on wattpad, but I can send the you the story if you want(if it's finished)?^^

“I’ve always aimed to protect you.”

I really like the idea of Virgil looking after the other sides in his own snarky way. They may be clueless morons a lot of the time, but they’re his clueless morons, you know?

(Yeah I…just really like drawing wings is the actual thing that’s happening here but let’s pretend there’s a broad sweeping artistic reason)

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magickizu

10 months ago