Female Relationships ➝ Alex & Kara Danvers You Are The Only Reason I’ve Ever Felt At Home On This

‘Bro!’ ‘Broooo.’

Last stream, I asked the people in the chat what they wanted me to draw, they came to a conclusion that Ransom/Nursey would be it. I see them hooking up at parties, because they’re both Party Bros. Also I’m pretty sure Nursey has an unquenchable thirst for Ransom, because damn. 

The countless stars we’re sleeping under, It’s the brightest sparks that we remember.

The Baby Project AU:

Beacon Hills decides that the best way to show their students what being a parent is really like is by making them take care of a “baby”. Some people take it more seriously than others.

Somewhere along the line, Stiles realizes he loves Scott’s earnestness and dedication to a project they aren’t even being graded on, loves the look in his best friend’s eyes at two in the morning when this annoyingly realistic doll starts crying and they stay up all night talking in lieu of sleep, whispering half-forgotten secrets in that vulnerable way of the exhausted. He just loves Scott.

And Scott, well… he was just waiting for Stiles to figure it out.

Nursey Week Day 6: Opportunity/Dreamer

Snuggle frogs!!!!! None of them fit in that bed smh

one of my favorite phrases is ‘that’s a problem for future me’ because it combines two of my favorite things, mild humor and intense, panic inducing procrastination 

#Okay, but we still don’t have a heterosexual explanation for this [2//??]

Arden Cho photographed by Randy Tran for Factice Magazine

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

Ransom landed in his seat barelyfive minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped upagainst the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out ofthe sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glanceand a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off twoof her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do somecomposites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these thingswhen you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’ssake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the playerstretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shitswill like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she saidloftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad hehadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shitstonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barelymissing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office.They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How longhave you guys been here?”

“Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip foryou?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to himand smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Ohgod. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’minterested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased orsomething else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be verytall. You’ll see.”

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season three scott mccall appreciation ↳ savior complex

holster knowing abt ransoms crush on chowder and them talking abt it and just nudging rans whenever chowder does something Cute or Sexy (or both bc lets be honest that boy,,) thats aimed at rans and rans commenting on his Goalie thin g (where hes super intense during the game and shit) like just the boys flirting bc that is my Shit

“Dude,” Holster says sympathetically.

“I know,” Ransom sighs.

“You told him his helmet hair looked nice,” Holster winces.

“I know,” Ransom repeats, not even trying to hide his grimace.

“I haven’t seen you be this off your game in… ever.” He puts an arm around Ransom’s shoulders, steering him back towards their corner of the locker room and away from the goalie stalls where Chowder is happily chatting with Jack.

“Maybe it’s because he’s a teammate?” Ransom shrugs.

“Nuh uh,” Holster shakes his head, “Freshman year you had Mitchy wrapped around your finger after two practices. This is something else.”

“God,” Ransom groans, “He’s just - fucking - do you see him right now?” He gestures over at where Chowder is sitting in his stall, running a hand through his hair and beaming up at Jack.

“Dirty pool,” Holster says, “Cute, hot, and a little bit crazy. Exactly your type. You never had a chance, bro.”

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