Tag: dex

violacakes:

lardo4lyfe:

camillacollinsfanclub:

reminder that this is an actual thing that was said by william ‘dex’ j. pointdexter to his captain at what is most certainly one of their first meetings. 

don’t look at me and tell me dex hasn’t had some very gay thoughts about jack’s butt.

#i like to think that it’s just kind of a rite of passage#that all smh team freshmen get HUGE GAY CRUSHES on the seniors#it’s just kind of a thing#it’s the juniors’ job to sit them down and be like#‘hey your feelings are valid and so is your romantic and sexual orientation…#but u don’t actually like this dweeb’#holtzy gave the talk to dex#bitty gave it to tango (about rans)#nursey will probz have to give it to the whole damn freshmen class for bitty rip 
tags via @chillwhiskey

Shitty designed his own So You Have A Crush On Jack Zimmermann, Don’t Sweat It Brah We’ve All Been There pamphlet to distribute to all freshman recruits.

What he must never know is that Jack and Lardo distributed their own pamphlet titled The Bewildering Appeal of Shitty Knight’s Sick Flow: A Survivor’s Guide.

omgcheck-thatattitude:

Another thing! Why is Dex seen as the violent little ball of fist fighting? I really want to see pacifist Dex, who has seen a lot of violence. I really want pacifist Dex who grew up with a brother whos fist’s where always bloody. I really want pacifist Dex, who get’s really angry but can’t throw punches, because his mom already has one son in prison for assault, she does not need another one. 

A Dex that has seen what war can do to a man, as his father went to war to help support his family. A Dex that has so much rage, and expresses it through creating computer programs, because that is an art in itself. A Dex that doesn’t ever drop his gloves on the ice, because he can’t afford to lose this scholar ship. A Dex who has seen so many good men go bad because of one punch- because really, all it takes is one punch, and then your throwing another one. 

A Dex that can yell and scream and shout, but will never raise a finger to anyone, because he just can’t. A Dex that hates the fact that he can’t but also loves it, because it proves he beat the game. A Dex that will take a beating, but won’t dish it out, and when Nursey asks, “Dear god, Will, why didn’t you fight back?” He doesn’t have a ligament answer. A Dex who once got slapped for being unintentional homophobic (he had a genuine question, he wasn’t taught all these things. I know that this happens, it happened to me.) , and when everyone in the haus was just waiting for him to slap back, he kinda just left. 

A Dex that will raise his voice, but never a fist. 

nothing like fire

stufftippywrote:

The kicker is, Derek thinks, Dex is nothing like fire.

He’s capped in red, dotted with red like he’s been singed by a thousand bright sparks, but he’s not fire himself. He’s earth, grounded and serious and not given to flight or flame or fancy. Dex gets mad sometimes, but not everyone who gets mad is fire; in Dex’s case he’s an earthquake. A low shudder, a deep rumble, cracks appearing on the surface. If a building should crash to the ground, if an electrical wire should snap and start spraying sparks, those are all side effects. At the core of him, he’s tectonic plates. Low and slowly shifting, every deliberate movement deeply consequential. He’s the earth.

If anyone is fire, it’s Derek himself. He’s made of heat; his attention is constantly jumping; he’s brightness and carefully controlled excitement. He takes in anything, consumes it utterly, makes it part of himself. Burns his signature into it. But Derek has never been able to limit himself to just one element. He’s air, too, and water. He’s ice and metal. But as much as he loves the earth, loves to bury himself in leaves until he can feel the warmth of the soil beneath, he’s never been part of it. He’s never been an anchor.

Dex is. Dex is solid and sure, and, Derek is certain, he holds a core of warmth deep within. So Derek keeps burrowing down, trying to reach it. He wants to find that part of Dex that’s soft and yielding, that makes things grow. Somewhere beneath the surface, beneath hair and skin like a pile of flaming autumn leaves, is the gentle, giving touch of earth. Derek wants to roll around in it forever.

Nursey: Holster wants one of us to pick Whiskey up from the LAX house
Chowder: I’ll go!
Nursey: It’s too dangerous there, I’ll go
Dex: I can go
Chowder: Alright! Let’s all go together, holding hands tightly

incorrectcheckpleasequotes:

Holster: One of you gets the attic as dibs but I don’t know who to pick. So in order to get it, you have to come up with a better idea than chainsaw bullets.

Nursey: What about a gun that shoots mini sandwiches or something?

Tango: What about a gun that you can curve the bullets, so you can shoot around stuff?

Ransom: No, come on we need good ideas.

Whiskey: A gun that shoots another gun.

Holster: Ok getting bette–

Dex: A gun that shoots another gun that shoots chainsaw bullets.

Ransom: Dex gets the dibs.