u know we all talk about how awesome the smh team is and how theyre all great friends and how we want friends like that BUT if i saw a group of those guys being loud and large coming my way? well i wouldn’t run because i don’t run but i would turn and swiftly walk away you can bet ur ass
i would Gay Smile™ at bitty and lardo and then turn tail and gtf out of there
The whole goal of this night was fun. They just scored some fake IDs, practice for tomorrow was
cancelled, and one of the clubs on campus is having $10 bottomless cup night.
Whiskey’s plan was to get drunk, maybe dance a little, stop by that greasy
pizza place on the walk back to the dorm, then crash until noon. Fun.
He did not expect this night to be a hazard to his goddamn
health. And yet here he is, watching Tango dance like he’s trying to end
Whiskey’s life.
justin oluransi maintains a 4.0 at a prestigious private university as a biology major, while at the same time being on the first line of a nationally ranked hockey team. he also has an anxiety disorder and doesn’t go to class. he’s probably vice president of the black student union. he’s gonna have so many cords when he graduates this year. i’m shaking he’s so intelligent and beautiful
JUSTIN OLURANSI IS SAMWELL’S 2016 VALEDICTORIAN BYE
Shoutout to Mrs. Tango’s Mom for raising that kid to be polite enough to sit still w his hands clasped for pie and also respect his elders enough to add a “Mr.” to a nickname like “Shitty.“ I bet he also brakes for birds and apologizes when he checks someone
headcanon that nursey gets one of his poems published in some pretty prestigious paper or something and everyone gathers in the haus to read it and it’s just full of autumn metaphors and anger and longing for someone unattainable. it’s a really fantastic piece of poetry and everyone says so, dex even compliments it and says “wow, you must really like this person”
and you know as soon as nursey and dex leave holster kinda sits there blankly and is like “everyone knows that poem was about dex, right?” and everyone responds like “oh, yeah duh”
Hey @asexualdex I am so sorry here I am again defiling your wonderful headcanon. Anyway I kinda wrote a poem? I ended up combining it with that headcanon floating about with Nursey writing kids books so it is more like, simple, or less modernist (I just feel like Nursey would like modernist poetry. And Woolf. He would love her.) So, again sorry, but here? Pining Nursey poetry?
A Moth
In an autumn’s evening candle light A love soaked wick burns oh so bright. And a moth whose heart caries a life dimmed torch Falls and gets close not caring if his wings get scorched. Who knows if the light loves him? The moth doesn’t care. Instead in his own language his soul he lays bare. He flits, he flutters, he climbs and he dives, Not knowing he helps his love to thrive.
Life is not perfect, love’s hard to get right, And even a moth and his light will occasionally fight. A to hard flap of his wings when they bicker And his love light will flicker, A big whoosh from the flame And a new mark the moth will gain. But talking after is important and they do that too, With words like “I’m sorry, you okay?” and “Yes what about you?”
This makes it seem so simple, this earthly plight. But the moth is no moth, and the light is no light. And this story is a story and real life is real life. And on the road to love danger is rife. So here on a page no longer bare Is a man not a moth asking his light to let him care. Let him watch your flame quiver, watch it grow, watch it burn. Let him choose to scorch his wings when it’s his turn. For your fire is lovely, ‘tis a fact he knows to be true, But a moth doesn’t expect a flame to love him like he loves you.
oh my goodness, this is beautiful
wow thank you so much. this is a lovely addition to my post
im glad we’ve established that whiskey is Fucking Gay,
waddabout whiskey getting a crush on dex… with his soft hair and freckles and secret shy smile that he tries to hide but is actually adorable……..
dex having not one but TWO chill assholes to deal with RIP poindexter
but Whiskey isn’t shy about what he wants and let’s Dex know by giving him a look over and a wink and resumes his chill
RIP IN FUCKING PIECES. nursey not so subtlely fumes from where he’s sitting next to dex, scoots closer. dex is already red and flustered, looks over at nursey, who is now Very Close and Looking at him. looks away, even MORE red and flustered. whiskey and nursey passive aggressively flirting with dex around each other, except whiskey is cool about it while nursey clumsily stumbles over his words, and his feet, and dex’s feet honestly how is he an ncaa athlete.
but let’s not forget that nursey is the clumsy one! except now he’s doing this shit on purpose. always bumping into whiskey and spilling things on him and always going “oops” with the most outrageous deadpan look on his face and meanwhile whiskey just tries to outchill him with breakfast/lunch/dinner dripping from his hair
oh fuck i didnt even think about nursey spilling stuff on whiskey lmao thank u. geez these boys needa calm down, i dont wanna assume anything about the taddies positions but i dont think whiskey and nursey will be on the ice together enough to Have Problems there. but bitty or r&h will probably confront them about why theyre so salty anyway. team bond and such. nursey avoids the question, then decides he has a uhh paper to finish. whiskey straight up starts on how nursey needs to chill, he’s not dex’s fucking keeper. and thats when they realize……. that whiskey and nursey are Fighting over a Boy…… like fucking high school students…. r&h dont know whether to laugh or do the Captainly thing and have a stern talk about maturity and communication. so they do both. at the same time.
Dex slams the door shut and presses against the wood, leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath. He stares blindly up at the ceiling and–
“Nurse, I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Not counting me.” Lardo pretends to flip a lock of hair over her shoulder. “We all know I’d smoke you bitches,” she adds, grinning. Her teeth flash in the low lighting, and she knocks back the last of her drink as the gather group lets out joking boos.
They all “ooh” at Nursey as he raises a challenging eyebrow and smirks at Lardo. He makes a show of looking around the room, leering slightly at the other players of spin the bottle – Holster, Dex, Tango, Ollie, Wicks, and a few members of the volleyball and soccer teams. Bitty is grinning from his spot on the floor next to Lardo and Dex, watching as Nursey catches the eye of each person.
“Dex!” The memory is abruptly interrupted as Chowder’s voice comes from beyond the door. “Come on, man!” Dex tries to straighten up, but his legs refuse to work. He sinks down to the floor, back still pressed against the door, trying to suck in deep breaths of air. He drops his head between his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and–
just moving along like everyone else 