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“If you’re going through absolute sadness you definitely, you 100% have the capability of turning that around and going through absolute joy.”— @therealjacksepticeye
if y’all like Connor Murphy, reblog this
i’m writing a fic about him right now
@loveandlogic requested Tree Bros for the ship thingy 💕
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•Who said “I love you” first: Connor said it first I feel like but it was a few months in. Both were scared to say it but they both knew instantly. Connor said it after consoling Evan through an espescially bad panic attack and told him he was proud of him for being brave and it slipped out. (Evan cried and said he loved him too before falling asleep) (Connor cried too because Evan said he loved him and held him as he too fell asleep)
•Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: they both have a pic of the other as their phone backgrounds but don’t know about the other. Connors background is a pic he took while Evan was asleep and curled into his neck. Evans is a picture he took of Connor while joking with Zoe where he’s laughing and looks so genuinely happy.
•Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Connor likes tot ale the worlds hottest showers and Evan likes to leave notes in the condensation when he’s done for the next day (idk the science but I discovered if you write in the mirror one day it won’t get condensation over it the next day so whatever you wrote will still be there). It’s always dumb cute stuff like I love you’d or doodles but every once in a while it’s a cheesy pick up line.
•Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Connor. He’s constantly at target or the dollar store and sees a little stuffed animal or plant Evan just “needs”
•Who initiated the first kiss: Connor. It was kinda rash and just a very fast but passionate peck but then he doubted himself and stepped back before stuttering apologies. His stutter were cut off my Evans hands on either side of his face and his lips back on his.
•Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Connor is not a morning person at all. Evan gets up early and watches the sunset, and sometimes when it’s espescially pretty he kisses all over connors face to wake him. Connor grumbles but sits up because he loves watching Evans face in awe at the colorful sky.
•Who starts tickle fights: Evan. He’s surprisingly sneaky and when connors not paying attention he’ll sneak up behind him and start a war he knows he’s gonna lose.
•Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Connor does it jokingly a lot but one time he did it and Evan deadpanned and said yes and he nearly choked. So now it’s more of a “I’m gonna shower wanna join me?” From both of them rather than “can I join?”
•Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Connor does it more often than Evan (but Evan does it too) because he likes to surprise his boyfriend when he knows it’s a challenge for him to work in customer service all day.
•Who was nervous and shy on the first date: both are such awkward boys. Connor is more nervous whereas Evan is just generally anxious. They’re both just awkwardly staring and quickly looking away when the other notices.
•Who kills/takes out the spiders: Evan sets them all free despite connors protest from the other room. The second he sees one he runs to Evan to “kill the demonic beast” and hides there until Evans “killed” it. Evan can’t hurt a fly so he lets it out the window.
•Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Connor can handle his alcohol better and just gets touchy and cuddly when he’s drunk. (When he’s realllyyyy drunk he’s definitely a sexual flirty drunk). Evan however, is such a lightweight that he drinks one beer and won’t stop talking about how much he loves Connor. Don’t even get me started on when he has two and goes on for hours about his hair and scrawny form and how beautiful he is (he has cried over his beautiful boyfriend while drunk before)
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Evan didn’t exactly think that he and Connor Murphy were friends. They were sort of just stuck with each other. That’s what happens when you’re the two outcasts of high school. It took until the last year of what Connor would only refer to as “hell” for the two of them to even talk to each other. It was only after the third very awkward conversation that both of them realized the benefit of putting up with each other. It doesn’t matter how odd the you are, if there are two of you other people tend to leave you alone. So they decided that they’d use each other to blend into the background for there last few months of “hell.”
Now that they’re both graduated, Evan wasn’t completely sure why Connor still wanted him around. However, when Connor asked if he was doing anything on one of the first days of their summer Evan replied that he was free. That’s how they ended up wandering a not so busy street that Evan had never seen before in his life.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Evan started.
“What?” Connor glanced at him questioningly.
“Why are we here?” Evan blurted.
“You do not want to be anywhere near my house after school is over,” Connor said, seeing this as a full explanation. “My mom and sister get crazy.”
“Oh,” Evan wasn’t sure what to say to this.
“They call it summer depression,” Connor rolled his eyes.
“I can relate to that,” Evan admits.
“It’s not depression, Hansen,” Connor sounded a little annoyed. “They’re just bored and like to torment people.”
Evan got used to Connor complaining about his family a week into hanging out with him. Evan didn’t really mind, since it seemed to make Connor less irritated when he talked about it. Evan learned to nod along, and occasionally agree when it seemed like that was what Connor needed.
“But, um,” Evan tried again. “Why are we here?”
“Because I need to get out of the house and you don’t let me touch anything at yours,” Connor’s voice was flat.
“I mean, why couldn’t we just go to the usual places?” Evan is finally able to clarify.
“Evan,” Connor laughed. “We don’t have usual places.”
“But during school—”
“Only took you there because we were skipping and I didn’t want to get caught,” Connor cut him off.
“Oh.”
“Did you seriously think I just liked to hang out at the backend of the marketplace?” Connor looked bemused.
“Maybe,” Evan mumbled.
“You’re so weird,” Connor didn’t say this like it was an insult.
“Thanks,” Evan said under his breath. “So, we’re going?”
“Somewhere,” Connor shrugged.
“You don’t know,” Evan realized.
“Nope.” This prospect seemed to please Connor. “Well, what do you usually do?”
“During the summer?” Evan stammered. “Nothing really, last year I was an intern park ranger.”
“Because you like trees,” Connor nodded.
Evan didn’t realizes Connor remembered this. Sure, he had talked about it before, but he hadn’t thought that Connor actually listened to what Evan told him at school. The thought that Connor actually paid attention put a grin on his face.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“There’s a park near here,” Connor stated.
“Really?”
“We’ll go there,” he decided with a smile. “That can be our new usual place.”
“Okay,” Evan laughed.
“Come on,” Connor grabbed his arm. “You walk really fucking slow.”
“Sorry,” Evan tried to say, but was cut off by Connor pulling him.
He liked this. Maybe Connor considered him a friend after all. That idea made Evan happier than he thought it would. Truth be told, Evan really did like Connor. He just didn’t think that Connor would ever think of Evan as more than a person to hide through high school with. The thought of being more was amazing.
For a second, everything was Evan’s idea of perfect. Then Connor abruptly stopped walking.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
“What?”
Evan followed Connor’s gaze, his eye-line stopped on a large group of people populating the sidewalk. Most of them held signs and all of them wore unpleasant expressions. Evan knew that their community wasn’t always the most accepting, but he didn’t realize that groups actually stood on street corners with “anti gay marriage” signs.
Evan didn’t want to walk past this. Sexuality or not, protesters always made him uncomfortable. Alone he would have probably ran the opposite direction. Were he with his mother or Jared, maybe he would have been able to ignore it. Being with Connor was different. A few months ago Connor had accidentally told Evan he was gay while he was ranting about something a homophobic relative has said to his sister. Evan hadn’t been able to tell Connor that he wasn’t straight either, because the thought of telling anyone that still kinda terrified him.
“They have to be right in the fucking way,” Connor muttered angrily.
“We could go somewhere else,” Evan suggested.
“No,” Connor shook his head, his expression settling for determination. “We’re going to the park.”
“Sorry,” Evan mumbled.
“It’s not your fault,” Connor told him. “Don’t apologize.”
“I know it’s not,” Evan stammered. “But you seem irritated—sorry.”
“Hansen.”
“Shutting up,” he said quickly.
“Not what I meant,” Connor sighed. “Look, just come on.”
Connor pulled him across the street and then started down the sidewalk lined with hateful stares. Evan realized that these people were looking at him. This was probably because Connor’s arm was still linked around Evan’s. It didn’t look like Connor was doing this because he didn’t think Evan was going to be able to walk quickly alone. Evan knew what it looked like, and why so many eyes were on them now.
“We could not,” he whispered, tugging Connor’s arm.
He watched Connor look from Evan’s arm to the people around him. He expected Connor to let go, to make it clear that there was nothing at all romantic going on here. That wasn’t necessarily what Evan wanted, since, glares aside, Connor’s arm felt like his lifeline right now.
“It’s fine,” Connor didn’t let go.
They kept walking, a little faster now. Evan felt like this sidewalk was never going to end.
“Connor?” he whispered again.
“What?” Connor’s voice was tight.
“They’re staring at us,” he stated.
“I’m going to flip them off,” Connor hissed.
“Please don’t!” Evan exclaimed a little too loudly.
“Thought you’d say that,” Connor chuckled.
“I really don’t want to have to pull you away from punching a middle aged guy,” Evan was only partly joking.
“Dude, that would be so funny though,” Connor smirked.
“Connor,” Evan groaned.
“I know, I know,” Connor rolled his eyes.
Evan was trying to only look at the ground in front of his feet. He could feel Connor’s arm clench.
“I don’t mean this to be offensive,” Evan started in a small voice. “Because I’m like kinda freaking out so I’m not really one to talk—”
“What is it?” Connor asked softly.
“You seem really tense,” Evan said. “So we could just stop.”
“I’ll tell you when we’re at the park,” Connor sounded tired.
“Why you’re turning your knuckles white?” Evan tried to clarify.
“Yeah,” Connor nodded.
It seemed like everything was going to be fine. They were almost past the signs and Evan could still breath. He didn’t see who shouted it, his eyes were still on the ground, but he heard a very loud, and very obnoxious voice yell the word “fag.” Evan didn’t have to see the shouter to know that the insult was directed at them.
He felt Connor hear it. Connor let go of Evan’s arm. Evan braced for the explosion.
“Fuck you!”
Evan had never heard Connor’s voice this full of anger, and he’d been with Connor after he was called a freak by their classmates.
He watched Connor turn on his heels, away from the countless people who now looked like they wanted to kill the both of them. The next few second seemed to pass in slow motion. Connor gave Evan an apologetic look that Evan was cut off from questioning by Connor’s hands grasping his shoulders. Then Connor’s lips were planted on his.
Connor was kissing him. Evan was barely able to register the feel of Connor’s lips, they weren’t as rough as they seemed. Connor’s breath was warm too. When he pulled back, Evan realized he was grinning.
Then they were running. Well, Connor was running, and he was pulling Evan a long with him. They didn’t stop until they were blocks away and out of breath.
“I’m sorry,” Connor panted. “That was out of line and really fucking impulsive. If you just want to go home—”
“That was kinda amazing,” Evan blurted
Connor stared at him.
“What?” Evan asked in a smaller voice. Was that the wrong thing to say?
“You’re fucking awesome,” Connor grinned again.
“Connor,” Evan said slowly, a grin forming on his face as well. “You’re the one who kissed me, I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah but you’re not freaking out,” Connor pointed out.
“I know,” Evan laughed. “I’m probably more surprised then you are.”
This entire situation should make him want to throw up, but he felt incredible.
“Okay,” Connor hesitated. “Don’t freak out now.”
Evan gave him a questioning look.
“But I was really focused on running away,” Connor winced.
“Yeah?”
“And kinda have no fucking clue where we are,” he admitted.
“What?” Evan gaped at him.
“Sorry,” Connor sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
Evan burst into laughter.
“Okay,” Connor eyed him. “Is this good laughing or bad laughing?”
“Good, I think,” Evan replied.
“Thank God,” Connor sighed.
“I need to sit down,” Evan admitted. He was starting to feel light headed.
“Right,” Connor nodded. “Yeah.”
Connor lead him to a bench, and Evan all but collapsed. His mind kept replaying that moment in front of the homophobic protesters.
“I’m gonna call my sister and see if she can pick us up, we can go to the park tomorrow or something,” Connor said. “Are you okay here?”
“Yeah,” Evan smiled at him.
“I’ll just be a second.”
He watched Connor walk a distance away, holding his phone to his ear. Evan focused on breathing. He tried not to think about Connor’s lips. Connor was just trying to shock those people, the kissing didn’t have anything to do with Evan. Still, he kept calling back the feel of Connor’s hands on his shoulders.
“Are you sure her summer depression isn’t gonna make you angry?” Evan joked when Connor walked back to him.
“Funny,” Connor rolled his eyes.
“I try,” Evan grinned.
“This is the most you’ve talked to me without stuttering,” Connor observed.
“I know,” Evan admitted. “I think it’s adrenaline.”
“I told Zoe,” Connor stated.
It took a second for Evan to realize what that meant.
“I thought you guys didn’t talk,” he remembered.
“We don’t but,” Connor paused. “Don’t tell her I told you this, but she’s had a bad experience with people like that.”
“What?”
“She was walking with her friend about a year ago,” Connor explained. “One of them said something, and then I think she told them to shut up. It escalated into shouting.”
“She didn’t get hurt, did she?” Evan asked worriedly.
“No,” Connor shook his head but his fist was clenched at the memory. “No, she’s fine. But that’s why people like that make me wanna punch something.”
“Or kiss someone,” Evan added.
“Yeah,” Connor turned to him with a tentative expression. “I should have given you warning.”
“Yeah, do that next time.”
“Next time?” Connor blinked at him.
“I mean,” Evan sputtered. “If there is, not that you’d want to—do you want to? Am I making it weird? I’m making it weird.”
“Hansen,” Connor said slowly. “Are you into me?”
“No,” Evan lied on instinct. “Well, yeah, sorry!”
“Fuck,” Connor sounded amazed.
“Sorry,” Evan heard how high his voice was.
“No,” Connor shook his head. “No, don’t apologize.”
“Sorry,” Evan wasn’t able to stop his mouth from talking.
“I said don’t,” Connor sighed.
“Right!” Evan shut up.
Connor started at him, then shook his head again.
“You realize I’ve been flirting with you for months, right?” he finally said.
“You have?” Evan gaped at him.
“My fucking god,” Connor flopped onto the bench.
“Sorry!” Evan blurted. “I mean, not sorry?”
Connor laughed.
“I’m really bad at this,” Evan muttered.
“I thought that you were straight,” Connor said absently. “Or that you just thought I was too fucked up.”
“I don’t think you’re fucked up,” Evan meant this.
“This is fucking hilarious—”
Evan cut Connor off this time by planting a kiss on his cheek. He pulled back quickly. Connor looked stunned, his heart was racing.
“So, um,” he stammered. “Do you want to go out or something? Is that what people say after…”
“Spontaneously kissing someone?” Connor provided.
“In front of homophobic protesters,” Evan added.
“I think we’re a first for that,” Connor let him know with a grin.
They were interrupted by a car honking. Connor jumped off the bench and extended a hand to Evan.
“And that would be Zoe,” he explained.
“Right,” Evan nodded.
“Come on,” Connor pulled him up but didn’t let go of his hand.
Evan was pretty sure that he and Connor weren’t friends. That was okay. He liked this better.
Jared and Evan’s friendship ajdjwfniwmsk
Author/Director : Your OTP isn’t canon Me: How about now?!*pulls out a fifteen pence and a nail and the shell of a great, great, great grandfather snail from my pocket*
*ten minutes into watching the bootleg*
Father: Wait, so he already has a crush on the guy with the long hair?
Sister: He has a crush on the girl
Father: But they're gay
Me: THANK YOU!
you: 13 Reasons Why
me, an intellectual: Dear Evan Hansen
Nobody deserves to be forgotten- Tree bros/ Connor X evan
Tagging: @sticki-notes
Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.
He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.
It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him. It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.
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Pure beauty
I… had to, after that last video, I’m not good at drawing but I had to, anyway. I’m sorry @markiplier
(nope, I’m not)
I did some fanart of a amazing singer on youtube! She goes by Lollia, and I decided to make her singing Candy Store in my fanart. Of course she hasn't sang it, but I still drew it!
My dash is dead
Reblog if you post any of the following:
Markiplier
Jacksepticeye
Pewdiepie
Youtubers in general
Gaming
I’ll check out your blog and probably talk to you/follow you bc I need friends.
Sad
I've been feeling a bit down, and I decided to make a self portrait type picture. I drew JD and Connor behind me because I relate to them in certain ways. It's a bit personal to me, but I tried.
How I Would Describe Castiel to Someone
Okay. Picture a guy, whose really powerful, and is walking down stairs. But he's skipping steps on the way down. Then he trips and falls down the stairs injuring himself a lot, but still makes it too the bottom. Only to find that he is in a VERY tall building. So he keeps going down the stairs hurting himself, and sometimes he just lays there not moving, than gets back up again. He keeps going, because his friends, that are now his family, are waiting for him at the bottom.
The top was Heaven, the bottom is humanity.
I’m bored and curious: Reblog if your OTP is gay.
Me reading fanfics
Honestly I have no idea what I was doing.
I was in the mood for some Sabriel fanart
WHEN YOU FIND A FIC
AND IT’S JUST MMM BOI
BC IT’S GOT GOOD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING
AND THE PLOT MAKES SENSE
AND THE CHARACTERS ARE WELL WRITTEN
AND YOU CAN HEAR THEM SAYING THE LINES IN YOUR HEAD
AND IT’S NOT A ONE SHOT
IT HAS CHAPTERS
AND JUST THE LITTLE THINGS IN IT THAT MAKES IT SUCH A DISTINCT STANDOUT
YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MEAN
Spoiler Warning
Season 13X20
I ship Sabriel so much guys. And one of my favorite things between Sam and Gabe is the scene were Gabriel is handcuffed to the wall thingy and they're questioning him about what happened. Then it's just.
Sam: So with you low on grace, you had to do it the old fashion way. With wood.
Gabriel: Don't let anyone tell you you're just a pretty face.
Than Dean's reaction was beauty! He's a mix of confusion and weirded out! XD
Can we also appreciate Sam in the first gif tho
me: *hears a love song*
me: *smiles*
friend: are you thinking about your crush or your boyfriend, perhaps?
me: yeah lol
me internally: MY OTP CAN RELATE TO THIS MY OTP CAN SING THIS TO EACH OTHER MY OTP CAN DANCE TO THIS MY OTP-
WINGS
POWERFUL FAMILY HAIL TEAM FREE WILL
every person who reblogs this, i will tell you what color i associate with your blog, inspired by the doughnut post by @thebookofmadison
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edit: open your asks or i’m not sending these! i’m not ignoring you!
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
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