I Have To Get Up In Like 5 Hours. I Will Not Survive Tomorrow

Alright everyone

I'm back on my 21 Jumpstreet Bullshit

Maybe I'll write some fanfictions - or maybe not.

Maybe I'll just keep posting GIF's and swooning over Tom Hanson

What an adorable drawing! <3

Zach oneyplay 👍 @psychicpebbles

IKR RIGHT, He's adorable :D

And he evolved past the homunculus form..

Truly astonishing

Okay, what the fuck

I had some NSP on in the background (My favorite band out there and don't you disagree, they are actually the best)

And like, am I tripping or ist that Zach in the brown beanie?

Nah man this is insanity.

When I tell you that I watched this like 100 times without ever noticing the Oney Gang lmao, funny how recognition works

Me core

"Fuck the police" okay bet

This man

Intensely thinking about Spike rn

A Heartstruck Collision - CH2

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Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and a weird hypothetical

A/N: Zach is mentioned for the first time let's goooo

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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“Ughh, that is disgusting dude..” Ross closed his eyes, trying to shield his mind's eye from what Chris had just said. 

“Hey don’t shoot the messenger, I’m only re-telling what Zach asked me!” Chris said with a fit of giggles accompanying it. 

“Yeah but that’s like- No dude, I wouldn’t!” Another giggle from Chris who now looked over at you:

“Alright, (y/n) what do you think?” You really tried to ponder over the hypothetical but the alcohol in your bloodstream was telling you that ‘yes, and’ couldn’t be the answer to everything. “No, I wouldn’t!” 

The hypothetical stated that if you were alone in the world and the only other person was a relative, whether or not you’d sleep with them to save the human race. Nope, there was truly no comeback to counter this one.

“I’m still not convinced that Zach isn’t a social experiment.” Ross said, rubbing his eyes. You didn’t know who the guy was but apparently he had more of these theoretical situations which he regularly posed as questions to his friends. 

At this point, the bar was practically empty. Hayley and Raphael had left about an hour ago and if you were honest, you were growing quite tired as well. 

“By the way, what was that about Game Gyaru? Like where is it gonna be streaming?” 

Chris asked, clearly suppressing a yawn himself. 

Ross, Jackson and you looked at each other, Jackson just shrugged and returned the focus to his drink. “Well I guess for now the plan was to have the Pilot air on youtube and then i dunno, I think Arin said something about having talked with Netflix?” Ross frowned, not entirely sure if he was right about the thing. 

You nodded along, that was about what was written in the mails that went around.  

“Ugh but Netflix sucks with this kinda stuff. You won't even get any profit off of those media vampires.” Chris stated, the alcohol definitely turned him more confrontational. 

“Well what do you propose we should do then?” You asked.

“I mean, adult swim is like pretty fucking good with their creators. My friends also have a series on there and they never complained about anything.” 

Ross suddenly appeared to be in thought, Jackson had also perked up again. 

“Welp, anyway I think I'm gonna head home, tired as hell.” Chris stood up, you copied. Going home was definitely in order now. 

“We should talk to Arin about reaching out to Adult Swim, might be a good idea.” 

You agreed absentmindedly but that was a thought for tomorrow. 

Chris and you walked outside, the air hitting your lungs in a weird way. 

“Aw fuck..” you whispered. 

“Huh?” 

You truly were smart sometimes. Drinking alcohol when you still had to drive home. It was a short drive, yes, but still a bad idea. 

“I just realized I still gotta drive home, guess walking for 30 minutes is gonna sober me up nicely.” you let out a laugh realizing that getting angry about the situation wouldn't solve it regardless.  

“Oh shit, yeah you're right.” 

Chris probably wanted to go home but with your confession, he probably felt bad or that it would be awkward if he left now. Instead he put a hand on your shoulder, lightly tapping it with an apologetic smile. 

“I know we don't know each other but I could walk you home? Just for safety and all that. Or maybe Ross and Jack-” 

"Chriiis!" 

A car pulled up and stopped right in front of the bar. There was no traffic going on so there was no urgency to find a parking spot. 

“Lyle you son of a bitch- you're like what-” Chris looked at his phone. 

“1 ½ hours late! You stood me up man..” 

“Oh shit really?” The guy inside the car seemingly looked at the time and then started laughing. 

“Holy fuck I’m sorry!” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Talk about time management. 

“You could drive us home though, that's (y/n) by the way. We've both got alcohol in our system so we need a ride.” 

Part of you wanted to protest, you didn't want to be a bother on your first day of meeting all of these people. The rational part of your brain decided against it though, Chris surely wouldn't have made the offer if he thought it would be a burden. And Lyle also seemed like a sweet guy. 

Without wasting much time, the both of you got into his black car. 

Quickly you gave Lyle your address to which he thankfully replied with a: “No problemo.”

The smile was apparent in his tone of voice. 

The car ride went by in a comfortable silence, Chris here and there talked about who you were and about the Game Gyaru Series, saying he'll talk to Zach about it, the guy who was still faceless in your head. You wondered if you'd ever get to fill in that gap.

***

You waved them goodbye as you got out of the car, having thanked Lyle about a hundred times already to which he simply replied with a genuine smile. 

Waddling over to the apartment complex, you realized that they drove off only when you had actually entered the place, ‘how nice’ you thought as you walked up the stairs. 

When you entered your apartment, the first thing you did was throw your shoes to the side and drop down on the couch. Although you had been tired and ready to sleep for the entire duration of the drive, now you felt more awake than ever. You groaned, thinking about how you had to walk to work tomorrow and quickly grabbed the remote, trying not to dwell on it for too long. 

“What did he say the show was called?” You mumbled to yourself, clicking through the shows presented on your smart tv. Did Chris even say what it was called? That guy, Zach, made the show, that was all you knew. No last name and no face. Exhausted, you turned the tv off again and slumped over to your desk. 

It was one of those weird states of mind where your body was tired and ready to collapse and yet your mind had that last little ounce of ‘can't sleep’ which could keep you up for who knows how long. 

Perhaps doodling a little might help tiring your mind? Pinterest was opened multiple times and closed just as many times. Nothing you were in the mood for was showing up on your front page and you didn't have any ideas on what to search up for inspiration. 

Maybe draw the evening? 

And that is what you did. You tried your best to draw a little sketch of Ross, Jackson, Chris and you in the booth. Jackson's head was resting on the table, at that point he had been very out of it. Meanwhile Ross and you were arguing with Chris about the strange hypothetical. A little speech bubble coming from Chris, a man whose face was replaced by a question mark was in it. 

Maybe it hadn't been your best drawing but it definitely was a fun addition to your sketchbook. 

Finally feeling tired enough, you slumped over to your bed, practically falling into it after setting your alarm for an hour earlier.

This is the cutest thing I've seen today!

I genuinely adore their relationship so much, especially Nikkis drawings are beyond endearing :3

HOLY SHIT WHAT

Maybe I am easy to manipulate..

they gaslit me so hard i really thought armenian cory was a real fucked up picture of him but it. was edited this whole time...

Your Voice Remains

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Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

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There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."