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Fundy's Wedding Song: Altar

It was just a prank

It was all fake, we weren't actually meant to go on a date.

We had a feast, and watched a movie

Then we did some unspeakable things

And we both loved it all so so much,

So we went outside to the parking lot,

I opened up my trunk, and I pulled a beautiful ring

I said "Hey, we had really really good time. I never want to say good bye."

You went, "Well all my friends are married as well, so I guess we should join in."

And I laughed, I smiled and I admit I cried

I made sure it was all perfect,

I only invited personal Friends

I knew how much you liked to blow things up, I mean it's pretty obvious you blew up my dad's country-

But anyways I prepared the cannons.

The little gremlin children came down,

They made sure to not let us down,

And flowers were upon us.

Your bestfriend, he walked you down the aisle

My best man, was supposed to be adoptive father but he didn't show up to sign the papers-

The braidsmaids danced around, they all looked so damn proud.

My father, who was a ghost, was ready to sign us to life.

I looked at you, and you looked at me.

We said our vows, handed us our rings, and we were about to kiss when your ex screamed

He hit me, he took you by the arm, you followed you reluctantly

And you two kissed

And Sapnap screamed, George fled, but before he did,

He said you didn't pull back!

Tommy came up and asked if you did, you didn't answer and he laughed, Tommy came up to me, put his hand on my shoulders

Everyone started to scream

Then I said "quiet", and asked, "why?"

And then you left me standing at the altar

Standing at altar

Wondering what I should do

I was left standing at the altar

Altar

I wish I could alter time

You left me standing by the altar

Standing by the altar,

I wish I could go back in time

To tell myself,

Not to open that trunk.

Instead I'm standing at the altar haven't even changed out of my suit.

You left me standing...

In shock, and by the altar. Forever.

(This is just a song I'm not actually shipping Dream and Fundy or Dream and George it's just for fun! :D)

W what happened

No, see, now I imagine Edward as a secret theater nerd instead of Chris.

And I hope its true.

Edward: BRING IT ON, NERD FROM HELL!

Isaac: You could at least be more sophisticated…

Edward: Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Isaac: Even worse somehow.

What the actual fuck. People think this is some kind of joke? The man ended his life. God I fucking hate TikTok.

Just as a warning for people with tiktok. 

STAY OFF YOUR FORYOU PAGE.

A man killed himself live on tiktok. People are embedding the video into other videos and sharing it around. Stay off tiktok, go watch some compilations on youtube or something. 

People are actually turning this guys death into a meme fucking hell.

It's IBVS week bitches.

IBVS belongs to @onebizarrekai

Day One- Sleeping

Prompt: Chris cant sleep and ends up at Nevin's house.

Warning(s): Dreams about abuse, homophobic slurs,

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It was midnight when Chris got up. His blonde hair was a mess. His eyes gave off a soft glow. He yawned for about the hundredth time ever since he woke up. He had a nightmare. It was about is father beating him and kicking him out of the house for being bisexual, or has his father said in his dream, a fag.

He felt colder than usual. If he was being honest with himself, he really wanted to cry. He wanted to be free. He wanted to sleep peacefully. He wanted someone. Chris didn't know what to do. So he acted on instinct. Chris was shirtless, he had black shorts on. He hadn't put a shirt on, but rather his light grey jacket.

He had quietly opened his door and closed it when he was out. He did the same for the front door, expect he had to unlock and lock it. He had no idea where to go when he was outside. He decided on a place to go. His safe place.

He walked to the Jovel brother's house. Once he got there he wasn't exactly sure if anyone was awake. He knocked on the door. To his luck, after a few minutes, someone answered. It was Nevin. "Chris?" The black haired boy asked quietly.

It seemed Nevin had only woken up to answer the door. It was 2:45 I'm the morning. Normally he wouldn't have answered, but he was curious who the hell would be up at a time like that.

"H... hey. Can I come in?" Chris asked. Nevin nodded and stepped out of the way. He closed the door behind Chris. "Why are you here?" The shorter one asked. "I... I don't know." Chris answered, looking around as if he'd never been in the Jovel household. "You don't know?" Nevin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I had a nightmare." Chris said, sitting on the couch. Nevin took a seat next to him. "Wanna... talk about it?"

Nevin mentally groaned. He was never good at talking about feelings. And he definitely isn't good at comforting people. A simple 'there there' would probably be the best he can manage.

"It was.... about my dad... about me being... ya know.. bi and that stuff.. and he hit me and kicked me out of the house and..." Chris tensed. "It just felt so real." The red and grey eyed boy finsihed. Nevin nodded. "I haven't been able to sleep since I woke up.?

"When did you wake up?"

"Ten p.m maybe?"

"What." Nevin asked. Chris yawned and nodded. "Yeah. I'm just scared." He said.

Nevin hesitated. "Sleep with me."

Chris, being very tired, and gay, says, "Excuse me?" And ends up becoming red. "Gosh, not like that. I mean actaully sleep with me. In my room. Because this couch ain't comfortable." He said. Chris stuttered. "Uh, yeah, sure. I guess." Chris said, stretching.

Both boys got up and went in to Nevin's room. They both laid next to each other on Nevin's bed. It was extremely awkward and gay. Chris made a risky decision. He cuddled up to Nevin.

Nevin felt heat rise to his cheeks. Both hearts were pounding. The both had that giddy feeling inside of them. Nevin relaxed and closed his eyes. Chris started to drift off into sleep.

And in no time they both were asleep.

A lot of you dont know this but I'm in the kindergarten fandom. And my favorite ship is Jonty so....

"A Friend" A Jonty/Jeronty Oneshot

"If you had help and went to physical therapy, then you might be able to walk again." The doctor said to Monty and his parents along time ago. Now Monty was in high school, he was taking physical therapy as it didn't hurt anymore. Before when he moved his lower half it hurt.

Monty yawned as sat up. He had always needed help getting dressed ever since the Janitor attacked him.

He pushed a button and waited for his father or mother to come help him into his wheelchair

Monty's mother pushed Monty into the car and secured his chair into the front seat. She smiled sadly. "Peterson wants you to bring a friend to therapy."

Monty groaned and rolled his eyes. "You know I don't have any friends." He said. "Sure you do! What about Kidd? He's nice to you! And that Carla girl! Don't you like her?" His mother asked. Monty huffed. "That was kindergarten, mom. She has a girlfriend."

"Oh... Well you still have friends! I'm sure of that."

'Yeah right,' Monty thought. 'Kidd is the reason I'm in this stupid wheelchair. And that janitor.' Monty rested his head in his palm and looked out the window as his mom drove him to school.

Monty's mother u locked his wheelchair and rolled him out onto the sidewalk. "Have a great day honey!"

Monty rolled his eyes and rolled off. He was always early to school. The only other people here were Penny and The Huxley twins.

They were all waiting for the school to open their doors. Luckily for Monty, the school was completely wheelchair accessible. He pulled out his phone and scrolled though his contacts.

He was looking for someone. Ah, there. Alice. He opened their texts.

~Texts~

Alice:

Madison's mom is going crazy

8:35 p.m.

Monty:

What

Why 8:37 p.m.

Alice:

The dog shit everywhere

8:38 p.m.

Monty:

Wtf 8:38 p.m.

> 3/8/__ <

Monty:

Get ur ass to school I'm

L o n l e y

/Today at 7:10 a.m.\

Monty sighed and took his ear buds out, pulled them in and played music. As time grew more student arrived. Kidd, Buggs, Cindy, Ron, and kids he'd never interacted with before. The school doors were un locked and kids were allowed inside the school.

Monty rolled his chair inside the school. He waited outside his class room. Carla came up to him. "Hey Monty." She said, her girlfriend, Penny, coming behind her. "Goor Morning Monty! How are you?" Penny asked. "Heya carla, Morning Penny. I'm just doing the same as always." He answered. He pushed his glasses up to his nose age as they fell down a bit.

Carla yawned and put her arm around Penny. Monty felt himself get jealous of their relationship. Single. He's always been single. Never kissed a girl, never kissed a guy, never kissed anyone.

But who would love a crippled boy with ginger hair? He didn't think no one would. The teacher opened the door to the class room and let the kids in.

Jerome was in the same class as all his friends. Cindy and Buggs. Yeah he only had two friends. They were the only ones there for buck after his dad was found dead.

He wasn't able to think straight for a few years. But now he was mostly over it. His father didn't deserve his son and wife's kindness, but everyday after Jerome's basketball practice, they'd go over to the cemetery and visit his dad's grave. Jerome did his homework there a lot. His mother would leave him there and drive off after a few minutes to head to her second job.

Sometimes his friends would join him. Sometimes Cindy called him when he was there, asking them how it went.

They never had time to hang out. Buggs had to be back at which ever foster home that didn't kick him out the day before. Cindy had cheer practice. Her cheer practice was for the same basketball team Jerome played on. They saw each other often when leaving school because of this, although Cindy walked home. Sometimes Jerome's mother had time to spare and would drive Cindy home, although that was rarely ever.

Jerome was the smart one out of his friends, and they would rely on him with help for their school work. Jerome was in the middle, Cindy was on his left, and Buggs was on the right. Jerome worked hard, he really did. The only reason he wants in the AP classes was because he wasn't at school all the time, he didn't turned in all his work, and because he just barely made it for an A in most of his classes.

Cindy was average. Jerome helped her a lot so that she could stay on the cheerleading squad. Buggs tried to stay on the same level as Cindy, but he wasn't as bright as her. He didn't care so much anymore. But every single foster family would punish him if he got lower than a C-.

Buggs was still a bully, Cindy was still kind of a bitch. But Jerome knew why. Jerome was a jock, people assume he's like his friends. But he isn't. See, unlike Buggs, he doesn't bully people because of his dad. He doesnt bully them at all actually. He doesn't because of his dad.

He changed a lot. Everyone did. And everyone will. They always have.

When lunch time came around, the first thing Monty noticed was a huge crowd. The second was the yelling and cheering. The third was the blood.

Monty swore under his breathe. He rolled a bit closer to the fight. Two students he never interacted or noticed before were fighting. 'Boring.' He thought. People were pushing through the crowd. The lunch lady was yelling at someone. Monty rolled his eyes and started to back up. He was knocked to the ground. A few people noticed but did nothing and he hissed in pain. He tried to get up. He was able to move his waist and right thigh, but that was it. He couldn't get up to his chair or get away.

He felt someone come beside him. "Need help?" Jerome asked. Monty looked at the taller boy. "Yeah." He said bitterly, looking at the people around him. Jerome picked Monty up and set him in his chair with ease. Jerome grabbed the handles to Monty's chair and safely got him out of the crowd. "Are you okay?" Jerome asked Monty. "Yeah. I'm "fine." I'll probably get bruised but I'm "okay."" Monty answered.

Jerome blinked. He liked the way Monty's voice sounded. He liked how sarcastic he was. He smiled and laughed a bit. "If you're hurting anywhere, I could take you to the nurse."

"I could get there myself!" Monty said, a bit irritated and insulted (insulted that like Jerome would think he needed anymore help at all.) Jerome chuckled and replied to the other boy. "I know that. But it would be nice to leave this chaos."

Monty huffed. "Yeah. Let's go to the nurse."

Jerome huffed as he waited for his last class to end. Practice was canceled for him because the couch was sick. He was so close to being out of school.

The bell rang and students rushed out of their classrooms. "Ah! Dont forget your homework!" The teacher yelled. Jerome grabbed a paper and ran out of the classroom.

Buggs skipped the last 10 minutes of class, so Jerome had no one to walk home with or talk to. Cindy had cheerleading practice still. Even if the basketball team didn't.

At least that's what he thought until he spotted Monty looking for his mother's go. "Fuck it." He mumbled and walked over to the ginger boy. "Hey Monty."

Monty jumped a bit and looked over at Jerome. He huffed. "Hey." The boys sat, well, Monty sat and Jerome stood in silence for a bit. "What are you uh... waiting for?" Jerome asked.

"My mom. She was supposed to pick me up as soon as school got out. " Monty said, looking around. "I have therapy..." He mumbled under his breathe. Jerome shrugged. "One day won't hurt. She's probably I'm traffic." Jerome said. He was right, Monty's mom was probably stuck in traffic.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Monty asked. "Yeah, but I'd rather spend it with a friend."

Monty blinked and looked over at Jerome. "F-Friend? You think of me as... your friend?" Monty asked. Jerome nodded and smiles. "Yeah. I like you. You're a good friend. I remember in kindergarten you selled me a yo-yo. Would you believe me if I said I've kept it all the way to high school?" Jerome let out a dry laugh. "My mom can't pick me up so I'll have to walk home when you leave. I can't go with Cindy's mom because she has cheerleading practice. Buggs decided to skip, amd he lives in a whole 'nother direction. So life is a bitch." Jerome said. It was clear to Monty that he liked to talk alot. But that wasn't what Monty was focused on. Momty realised he liked the way Jeorme's voice sounded nice to him. 'He kept it?' He asked himself. 'A child's toy?'

Jerome continued to talk. "You know my mom recently got us an orange tabby cat, and it reminds me of you. Tabby cats have the little 'M' looking thing in them and that's why it reminds me of you. Because your hair is orange and ayour name is Monty."

Monty rolled his eyes. "I figured that out when you said it was an orange tabby cat." Jerome grinned shyly and looked away. "Yeah."

Monty sighed in frustration. "Where is she?" He asked outloud. "She's probably just in traffic." Jerome said. Monty huffed. "Yeah but I'm getting tired of sitting around."

"I mean I could probably carry you." Jerome said. "What?!" Monty yelped. Jerome laughed. "Oh god- Hah! You should see your face!" Jerome smiled and looked at Monty. Monty looked away, embarrassed but also because he's a tsundere. "God that's cute." Jerome said. "CuTe?!" Monty said, snapping his head to Jerome. Jerome laughed harder. "Chill dude! You look like you're gonna run me over! Hahah!"

"Maybe I will!" Monty said, smiling a bit. Jerome laughed, starting to calm down. Monty blushed lightly. He liked Jerome's laugh. They both calmed down from how much they were laughing. Actually mostly Jerome.

Monty relaxed in his seat. He felt safe. "So uh... you go to therapy?" Jerome asked. Monty nodded. "Physical therapy. The doctors are hoping I'll be able to walk again." The ginger said. "Oh, that's cool."

"Yeah. For some reason Peterson wants me to, "bring a friend," to therapy. Which I find stupid because it's the weekday, and people have dinner and shit."

Jerome nodded. "Stupid, but maybe its for a good reason?"

"Yeah. I don't have many friends."

"Yeah, me too. I usually only hang out with Cindy and Buggs."

"Oh yeah. Them." Monty said. He hadn't interacted with many of his old childhood "friends." Jerome thought for a second. "Can I come?" He asked. "What?" Monty asked, confused. "Can I come with you to therapy? You said they wanted you to bring a friend and Well- I have no where to be." Jerome said, looking away shyly.

Monty blinked. "Don't you have things to do?" The one with the glasses asked. "Well duh, doesn't mean I want I wanna do them." Jerome said. Jerome thought for a moment. "And I don't want to go back to the cemetery."

"Cemetery?" Monty asked, confused. "You know how my dad was like, a murder? Well the thing is, I can't hate him. I miss him everyday even after what he did. He was a good dad. He was a good husband. And I remember how I found him dead. I found him. ME. When I was like six. You know how scarring that is? Sometimes I have nightmares about it," Jerome said, crossings his arms. But not because he was mad, but so he could dig his nails into his skin. Jerome felt like he was going to cry. "And it's just so hard- And I go to the cemetary almost everyday just hoping that he would come back. That maybe he could have change if me and mom knew sooner and I-" Jerome starting crying. It was quiet and he gritted his teeth. Monty realised his nails were digging into his skin. Monty grabbed Jerome's hand. "Hey, stop. You're hurting yourself. And i... I'm sorry about what happened. That must have been awful." Monty said. Jerome sniffled and nodded. "It was. I just miss him so much." Jerome said. Monty nodded. "I'm sure you do."

Monty saw his mother's van pull into the parking lot. Monty pulled his hand away from Jerome. "Are you sure you want to come with me to therapy?" Monty asked. Jerome wiped his tears away. "Yeah. I think it's better if I'm with someone right now." Jerome said, fiddling with his fingers.

Monty nodded again. "Well my mom is here. Let's go."

"I told you had friends!" Monty's mother said. Monty groaned. Jerome snickered. "Heheh, yeah, I'm Jerome by the way."

"Oh! You're the son of the principal from the first kindergarten! We used to fund that place." Monty's mother said. "I'm Vanessa by the way."

"Yeah it's a shame it only lasted for a few years before my dad dIed." Jerome said, his voice cracking a bit on 'died.'

"Oh, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry I brought that up." Vanessa apologized. "Naw it's fine. I'm over it by now." Jerome reassured. "Anyway, how long have you been going to therapy Monty?" Jeorme asked. "Since like... the last year of middle school?" Monty said, a bit unsure. His mother nodded, letting the two boys talk.

"Mmm, I had take therapy. But like not physical therapy, but like, for depression." Jerome said casually. "Did it work?" Monty's mother asked.

"Clearly not." Monty said. "Monty!" His mother yelled. Jerome laughed. "WoW oKaY mOnTy I sEe hOw iT iS-"

Jerome looked around the inside of the building. He subconsciously put his hands on the handles of Monty's wheel chair. Monty rolled his eyes. "It's not that amazing. " Monty said, looking at Jerome. "I've never been in one of these buildings before." Jerome said. Monty's mother led the way to the specifc room they were in. Jerome pushed Monty in his wheel chair, even though Monty insisted that he could do it himself.

For the past hour that they were there Jeorme helped Monty with his therapy, sometimes demonstrating himself. Monty actually enjoyed therapy with Jerome. He enjoyed himself with Jerome.

Monty's mother dropped Jeorme off at his house, way before his mother was even home. Before they left the therapy building, Monty and Jerome quickly exchanged numbers. It was cliché in a way.

Monty was sitting on his bed, finishing up his homework when he got a text.

Jerome:

What if we put our minecraft beds together??

Haha jk

Unless....? 5:31 p.m.

Monty:

You are so gay.

Jerome:

Ikr

Monty:

aH its hard to lay down.

Jerome:

If I were there

I'd help you.

Incoming call

Jerome

___ ___ ____

Monty answered. "Hey." Jerome said. "Hey Jerome."

And that was the start. Their friendship grew from that day, calling each other almost every night. Cindy would tease Jerome, saying they talked so much that they were probably in love.

The thing was, as much as Jerome was afraid to admit it, Cindy was right. Over time Jerome fell for the ginger haired boy. Monty was admirable, so smart and cute. So funny and sarcastic. It was quick, but obvious that they both liked each other more than friends. But neither would confess. Well that was untill one day after school. It wasn't exactly a proper confession.

Jerome was outside with Monty. It was the last day before spring break. Monty's mother offered to take Jerome home, as his mother was late. Monty's mother would often tear her son about Jerome when the other wasn't around. Saying things like, "He would make a good boyfriend for you," or, "I can tell you like him."

Monty always denied it, and thankfully she never said it in front of Jerome.

The two boys were talking as normal. Jerome laughed at a reaction Monty had to calling cute. "You're always flirting with me." Monty said rolling his eyes. "It's like you're trying to make me fall in love with you." He said sarcastically. "I hope it's working." Jerome replied back, grinning. Monty blushed and groaned. "You're an idiot, Jerome." Monty said. "But a handsome one." Jerome said, striking a pose.

Monty rolled his eyes and huffed, looking away. Jerome smiled amd stared at the other for a minute. He thought about what he was about to do. He decided to do it. He leaned down and held Monty's face in his hands. Jerome stared into Monty's eyes. "I love your eyes, Monty." Jerome said. Their faces were so close to touching. Monty closed the gap and kissed Jerome. Jerome obviously kissed back. He'd been planning to kiss Monty anyways. Jerome pulled away and stood up straight. "I love you." Jerome said softly. Monty sighed. "Yeah. I love you too."

Fuck i fell over

Oh my god I feel the exact same way I would absolutely die if anyone knew IRL found out about what I like and the stuff I've made. I love the fandoms to death but I hate the feeling of being judged.

Are you going to continue whit youre ask blog of dhmis? ;-;

I wasn't going to answer this, but I figured you guys deserve one.

I've tried to get back into DHMIS so many times. Although I love the original source material to death, it's the fan base I absolutely cannot stand.

I have met some great friends through that fandom, but I've also met people who really wrecked up any positive association I had left with the fandom.

That's not to say I'll delete the blog or whatever, but I might just stop. Maybe if I get another hyperfixation cycle I could do more in the future, but nothing long term. The blog really helped me get through the first two years of highschool, but it has since gone downhill.

I find the blog a little... embarrassing now?? Like. If some of my friends found out I run/ran a DHMIS ask blog I think I would legit pass away. I know cringe culture is dead or whatever, but it's still very deep within me. Cringe culture has left scars that may never heal.

I don't like thinking about it much anymore. I don't think it's in "trigger territory" just yet, but it still gives me not-so-good memories. Like I said, I'll still adore the original DHMIS series but I rather not participate in the fandom all that much anymore.

The number one Perirep hater: Timmy Fairywinkle-Cosma.

Okay I need to make sanscest shipchildren so give ma a ship.

Preferably rare pairs or uncommon ships/ships with not alot of shipkids