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kormiato · 2 years ago
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omg can u do one with doing this prank on yae miko(and if it isnt too much, can u also do ei and shenhe??) where ur suspiscously smiling and giggling a bit too much while texting and also blushing??
Hi! Thank you for request! Sorry if it's OOC or have bad writing or not exactly what you liked to see (especially for Shenhe), feel free to correct if you see something like that. I hope you'll like it! <3
Warnings: sllliiiight angst in Ei's part. But mostly hurt/comfort.
Prank on Ei, Yae Miko and Shenhe
Yae Miko
You was sitting on a couch and scrolling through the feed on your phone while Yae was on some shrine duty. You was bored. And you suddenly came up with idea to have fun and prank Yae. She was a mischief woman herself, so why not to try and keep up with her?
So when you heard the opened front door you knew it was time. You opened a chat with your friend and started texting and giggling, pretending that you was so busy chatting that you didn't even greet Miko like usual, and that was strange, considering that you are always wait for her and rush to give her a hug and kiss on the cheek with a big smile when she comes home.
She was intrigued by what on earth might be able to catch your attention so much. And even more intrigued by your cute giggles from living room.
When she came in, she saw that you was sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you with a tender smile, looking at your phone, and after couple of seconds giggling again and texting someone back with a slight blush on your cheeks. And that was... interesting, to be honest.
She wasn't jealous, noo, no. She was pretty confident in herself to be honest. But this behavior was offbeat and she was curious to find out why are you acting like that. And maybe tease you a little after that.
So she approached you with her usual graceful gait and playful grin. "Hello, my little flower. Who you're chatting with?" she sat down next to you and put her arm down on the back of the couch so she lightly hugged you by shoulders. You blushed harder because of how her voice, actions and confidence always charmed you, making you embarrassed mess that Yae liked to see and tease you for it even more.
"No one, just my friend." you reply glancing on her once before returning to your chat again and sitting that way that she wasn't able to see your chat. "But what got you so red? Maybe you got some admirer while I was gone? Someone that as good in making you mumbling cute little blushing mess as me?" she whispered in your ear grinning more as she saw how you almost dropped your phone. And now you didn't even know if pranking THE Yae Miko was great idea. She always knew how to play every conversation in her own teasing way. It was losing game everytime.
"Okay, okay, it was prank." you showed her your phone where your friend was teasing you about Yae and sending some funny pictures. "My, my" Miko giggled, kissing you on the cheek. "You can be a naughty little thing sometimes, can't you?" she's gonna be the death of you, judging by the fact of rising reddness on your face and your fastened heartbeat. But you'll love that beautiful woman until your last breath.
Ei
Ei was sitting with you on the couch and eating milk dango and other desserts that you grabbed on your walk around Inazuma. She was happy with your company and the opportunity to talk to you about a lot of different things. For her, these were peaceful and good moments.
But her peaceful thoughts, in which she was immersed, were interrupted by your soft giggles. Ei blinked a couple times and glanced at you sitting in your phone and texting someone with a blush on your face and a smile.
She was stunned by how happy you was. Her thoughts about eternity of certain things pounding in her mind. What if your relationships is not eternal? What if you find someone better for yourself? Ei wasn't jealous person, but a little insecure. Not that she thought that she wasn't good enough for you, but she was afraid that, just like everything changes in Inazuma, you will change too. Change your feelings for her and turn your back to her and leave her like everyone else that she cared about.
You glanced at her because she was too silent for a couple of minutes already to see her deep in thoughts that were far from happy judging by her expression. Was it your little prank that affected her that much? It must be the prank. You felt a pang of guilt for making Ei sad and reached to put your hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Ei, is everything alright? You seem upset." you asked softly. She looked in your eyes and smiled a little. "Nothing. I was just thinking about something. It's not big deal, don't worry." but you was worryied. Last thing you wanted to ever do was upset Ei, she was in this state for too long, you wanted to give her happiness she deserved for the suffering she had to go through.
"If you're upset because of my chat conversation, I'm sorry. It was a prank, I didn't mean to upset you. I love you and will never leave you, you know that." you hugged Ei, kissing her on the top of her head. You knew her too well to know the exact reason why this prank distressed her. You felt her shoulders relaxed a bit as she hugged you back. She had trouble talking about her problems, but with you she didn't even need to. You understood her enough that words were unnecessery when such moments usually came.
Shenhe
You was sitting with Shenhe on Mount Hulao, admiring the view from here. It was peaceful, quiet and lovely. It was common to sit here during sunsets just holding hands and saying nothing. You had a connection that no one had. Words? What's that? Even if you both were mute that would change nothing between you. Shenhe herself wasn't that much of a speaker due to her aloofness.
But suddenly you took your hand away from hers and picked up a phone started texting someone and giggling. Shenhe stopped admiring the view and looked at you. You was happy and slightly blushed. She touched your cheek with back of her fingers. "Are you cold?" she asked with slight concern making you blush even more. "No, don't worry, I'm fine." you looked at her with a smile. "Oh. You blushed and I thought that you was cold. But why was you giggling? Someone texted you?" she was oblivious and didn't think something strange about it. "Yeah, it's not big deal." she nodded, but hugged you and sometimes was glancing at you.
You knew that your prank didn't leave her uninteressed. And when she glanced again she saw a note on the screen that says "It was a prank, honey. I loved your cute reaction, though <3" and that made her smile blushing a little and hug you harder, whispering in your ear "I love you too, darlin'." that made your heart beat faster and face turned red.
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z0mbie-bab3zzz · 1 year ago
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Headcannon jamming dont mind me.
TW bcoz I use words like freak and the f slur in ref to my fav q slurs ok
I don't think Pickles would have any qualms or conflicts over his sexuality in his dethklok era except the whole crush on my best friend thing, but it gets resolved somewhere along the way and now they fuck nasty peace on da earth. When he struggled with the bisexual thing it was probably before or during snakes n barrels as he was getting famous and getting more action. And at that point he'd already done a whole gender transition so u kno it was no huge thang. He'd been with dudes before all that bcoz younger him had some comphet, as we all do at some point in younger years b4 we know what's what. Bcoz society. So when he transitioned it was like 'does that make me gay?? Idk I'm super into chick's tho so I guess nawt' then snakes n barrels, drugs and alcohol, and complicated relationships between sparkly underdressed men. U knowww. (Not that drugs makes u gay but it def makes it easier to realize when u don't caare ur just high and horny and gawd ur bandmates r hawt. Have a gay crisis when u sober up) maybe he reads a book or talks to some older queers then he feels better and knows what's up. In my experience you get chiller and queerer as you get older. I hc he's like 40-45 in the show
I feel like he could play free n loose with gender a little more than we see in the show just bcoz im genderfluid/bigender and love making my blorbos do that. But also bcoz he's so mamma which IS cannon so he rlly does have a fun gender. Being the okayest mom he never had. More on that l8ter
Funny to me if the only person who questions the fun gender is murderface and when everyone else is like none of ur business he's honestly just mad that they know smthn he doesn't, he feels excluded. Then he finally just asks pickles and he's just like 'oh yea I'm transexual lol' and murderface is like 'huh okay freak whats that all about' they have a short not the most politically correct or gentle conversation bcoz they're dudes in like 2006 but there's clarity and they're friends and murderface is like 'ok well that's cool ig' and Pickles is like 'ikr' Learn new things every day from ur faggot family/coworkers 🫶🫶
I should just write a fic at this point I love these dudess
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nirhvahnah · 2 years ago
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my thoughts on maintaining *healthy* connections in dating
i really love the idea of keeping a list of pros and cons in relation to the people that u date. it helps keep u grounded. it is SO easy to get caught up in someone, so much so that u only think of the things that they do that make u feel good. i dont think its healthy to only ever acknowledge the *good* in someone.
deciding to see and dwell only on the *good* in someone can become a breeding ground for obsession and over-attachment. we owe it to ourselves to be honest and realistic, to see things exactly for what they are. we also owe it to ourselves to remain aware of how easy it is to only fixate on the *good* and the version we have created of ones likeness within our minds.
so, when u start to feel like maybe ur getting in a little too deep, unsure about intentions, or just too fixated on the things they do that make u feel good, u can refer to ur observations on them and bring ur thoughts back down to earth. its grounding.
its easy to inadvertently put too much stock in someone u barely know. especially when they make u feel good, but remember, perfect people do not exist and they never will. disappointment is always just around the corner. we have to be diligent and in the business of protecting our hearts and our peace.
we have to get comfortable with knowing that people will have many things that have occurred and are going on before they met u. people come with baggage, so dont get too attached before u get a taste of what they carry with them.
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changbinsboobs · 2 months ago
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isn't it generally frowned upon within the tarot community to be reading people's energies without their consent ? /gen
Idk if thats a genuine question or if your intentions just to caluminate🙄 i really don't get people that don't like something and instead of just minding their own damn business decide to go out of their way and try to make others miserble🤡
Anyways, for the possibility that the question is actually just of pure curiosity I'll answer it, might also help others who are wondering.
So, i believe anyone can read based on their own morals and comfort level - if the intentions of the reader are pure there isn't any harm being done. This means for example if a certain reader reads not because they are just curious but because they are madly in love (obsessed) with a certain idol and genuinely want to invade their privacy with their nasty energy to know if they're dating or not. And then interpret it in a twisted way cuz of their obsessiveness.
Another point being, when you read at home about your siblings, or a friend, or how ur crush feels about you etc - aren't you reading on someone without their "consent"? I doubt you go around to people asking them if you can read tarot about them and if you do sry but ur weird - this would cause them more discomfort if you just done ur reading in peace. And why is that?
Because energy is SMART!!!!!! Ive said it before and Ill say it again - YOU CANT ACCESS ENERGY THE OWNER DOESNT WANT YOU TO ACCESS!!!!!!!!!
Or maybe you could try, cuz you don't know any boundaries - that would be harassment of the individual then, yeah. But just tapping into energy thats already there is not any different than seeing. Like you deciding to put glasses on to read better or whatever. Feeling energy is an innate gift we all have and im doing nothing different than that, the tarot is just to help me focus on certain aspects as to not get overwhelmed. Its not some sort of witchcraft or something i have to force or go out of my way to do! Because it comes naturally, not only to me but to every person on earth. Its just in your hands how much u want to develop that sense.
And as for the idols, I've also said that before, but ill say it again if i must - I've noticed their energy being much much eager to talk than mundane people in my life. Why - i assume because they habe so little freedom and opportunity to actually express themselves and be true to themselves. Every individual craves to be authentic - and I've come to believe readings might even be in a way therapeutic for certain idols' energy (not the idol itself!!!! Their energy!) and at the end of the day they are public figures - they are bound to be in peoples thoughts, mouths and to incite curiosity and...other stuff. They are public! And they know what they chose. There's boundaries of course don't get me wrong - stuff like stalking, useless hate etc is just not ok for ANYONE!!! But some gossip, some readings, some thirsting etc - those are harmless and don't impact the idol in any way CUZ THEY DONT KNOW US!!! Not to mention i believe readings like that actually can really help with an idols image/treatment since those just humanize them and take people out of their delulu bubbles (hopefully) which makes for a much humaner treatment in my opinion.
So yeah i talked a lot about many different topics and to finish off and to answer the actual question - im not chronically online and i don't blindly follow what people yap about on the bandwagon. Im also really not into the whole "don't offend me cuz im a snowflake and will break down at the smallest inconvenience". So I'd tell you that i don't really know. I learned tarot long time ago, i still follow some quality people i resonate with and most importantly i follow my own heart and my own logic and my own morals. And what this or that community thinks isn't really my problem because i have a head on my shoulders and can decide for themselves. And if it actually was so frowned upon, then maybe there wouldn't have been so many tarot reader blogs and channels🤡
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maverickflare · 3 years ago
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If I were to hc that axel and saix are in a queerplatonic relationship, be0cause both of them are ace(axel is questioning if he is aroace while saix gave up a long time ago in caring to put a label other than ace to himself), wolud that be too much? I feel like i am projecting myself a bit to much on them...
u rlly do not need to b asking a gay man who hcs them both as gay to validate ur hcs honestly .
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arminbitchlover · 4 years ago
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reincarnated lovers (1)
armin arlert x f!reader
summary: in their past life, reader and armin's love journey is cut short with the tragic death of reader from a deadly plague. now, they are once again reunited, but somehow everything feels wrong between them.
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"Armin... it hurts." You dazed off and felt nothing but sharp pains all over your body.
Your throat was dangerously dry, and your stomach grumbled from the lack of food you couldn't properly digest. You suffered from the feeling of a knife being pushed into your lungs and when you tried to pick up your head, black dots overtook your fuzzy vision. Every time you tried to move a muscle, the pain would exponentially heighten, and experienced your abdomen compress with an exorbitant amount of pressure.
"N-no please don't leave me yet. What about all our plans together? Going to the beautiful forest behind the hills for our anniversary next week, building a house to move in together, getting married, a-and start a family..." Armin's voice cracked as tears cascaded down his cheek and dripped onto your arm.
You sensed a soft warm hand grab yours which caused your heartbeat to quicken as you felt it coarse throughout your body.
This is the end.
You knew this was your last few moments on earth with your soulmate. It was over so fast. Too fast. You couldn't believe you wouldn't be able to fill the promises you made with your lover. This was your only and last chance at this life, and it was over in nineteen years, only four of them being spent with the person you thought you would grow old with
"Stay away... get sick..." You jerked your arm away from Armin unaware that you didn't feel the need to chug a gallon of water to quench your throat and that the nauseating feeling from hunger completely vanished as you kept slipping in and out of consciousness.
"Don't do this shit to me right now, I'm staying by your side no matter what." He lightly caressed your face not caring about the black lumps that engrossed your skin.
He knew he would become infected sooner or later and understood that this would be it for you even though he couldn't find it in himself to believe it.
"I-I-I'm sorry." You felt the back of your throat get knotted up but couldn't produce any tears.
You slowly moved your hand back down to your side, not feeling the aching pain that had taken over your body, as you barely brushed his fingertips.
"Baby, what are you apolo... not your fault." He looked down to your palm and intertwined his fingers with your cold limp hand. He trailed his eyes back up to your face and saw your closed eyes.
"Y/n?" His breathing became shallow and irregular as he gently shook your body in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness.
You lightly squeezed his hand with the last bit of energy you had in you; letting him know that you were still with him.
This isn't the last time... swear to you we'll find each other again... I'll... protect you. I lo..."
And that was it.
The last words you heard.
Passing away was more peaceful than you imagined. It was just like going to sleep, except you knew that you wouldn't wake up with Armin by your side.
...we'll find each other again...
His last words kept replaying in your mind before your brain completely shut off. It made you happy. He made you happy. You died happy knowing that there was a chance to meet him again, but who are you kidding, this was it. It's over now.
Right?
Present Day
"I don't know if going on a date is the best thing to do right now, Sasha. I just got out of a three-year relationship with Jean and that was really rough." You grab a bag of chips and plop yourself onto your bed.
"Comeeee onnnnnn, y/n, I think you would really get along with this guy. I mean he's smart and kind anddddddddd has a pretty face!" She walks up to you and quickly steals a chip from you.
"Hey! Well as tempting as your mystery man sounds, my professors decided to assign a shitload of work, so I have to get busy." You pull out the box of textbooks from under your bed as you mentally prepare yourself for a draining weekend.
"Ugh, you're hopeless. Well, I'm going with Niccolo for a while, so have fun with... that! But if you change your mind, I'll text you his number." She grabs a Twinkie and skips out of your dorm room.
You figure that maybe she's somewhat right, but you know it's too soon to go out with another person. You and Jean had been together since high school and only broke up because you agreed that both of you needed time to find yourselves in college. It's very apparent that you still have some type of feelings for him even if it isn't love and it certainly didn't help that he goes to the same school as you.
But it is college. Even though the love you have towards Jean is still slightly there, maybe going out with another person was what you need to get over him. Even then, you wasted all your high school years getting good grades and being an A+ student that you never got to enjoy yourself and you weren't going to mess it up again. Besides what's the worst thing that could happen?
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roomie <3
Today 5:12 PM
can you send me his number
AHH I KNEW IT
here ya go ;)
contact sent
ur a pain but thank u
you better tell me how it
goes!!
duhh
love u
love you moreee
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While gazing at the contact, you can't quite explain the feeling you have in your stomach and could only call it excitement, but why?
You're just going out with a guy you've never even met before and for all you know, he could be some creepy perv who just wants to make you feel extremely uncomfortable for his own liking. You giggle to yourself as you keep on thinking of worst-case scenarios and become very aware of how in need you are of getting out of your dorm.
You sit and stare at your phone, wondering how to text someone who may not even remember his conversation about you with Sasha. But fuck it, it was just a date.
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Maybe: Armin Arlert
Today 5:20
hey armin, i'm y/n and i don't
if you recall giving your number
to sasha but she said we would make
a great match so i would love to go
out with you later today !
Hey y/n, I do recall Sasha
talking about you and everything
so I would be honored to take you out! (:
Do you want to go out for
a coffie in about an hour?
yeah, that sounds great !
We can meet at the library.
alright, see you then (:
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You feel your face warm up, excited to finally do something out of school and maybe have the possibility to meet someone who could be special. You waste no time sitting around, given that you had only an hour to look your best, and got ready.
You have ten minutes to spare after prepping yourself and decide to walk to the library a bit early. You head out of your dorm, still in disbelief that you're going out with someone who was a stranger. It's definitely more of an exhilarating feeling than a nervous one; this would be the second person you've ever gone out with, Jean being your first and only partner and you have to admit that you feel good. You could feel yourself growing as a person even if this was just a silly first date that could potentially mean nothing.
You make your way to the front of the library and right when you were about to open the door you hear your name being softly called out. You turn around and see a blonde boy with a blue-collar shirt and khakis.
Damn, you have no idea who this boy is and you don't care, but why is someone this gorgeous calling out to you? His doll-like skin complexion looks so soft and smooth while his shirt matches his blue eyes perfectly, and his khakis just adding on to his soft persona.
"Are you y/n?" He snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality.
"Oh, um yes, and you're Armin? How did you know it was me?" You can't keep your eyes off of him. This is the mystery man that Sasha fixed you up with and, fuck, he's more beautiful than you could've pictured.
"Sasha showed me pictures of the two of you and I must say you're more stunning in person." His cheeks turn into a bright pink as he looks down, feeling as if he's embarrassing himself.
"Thank you and you're a lot more attractive than I ever imagined." You give him a friendly smile when he looks back up as he hears your compliment.
"The uh coffee shop is not far off-campus so we can walk if you like." He rubs the back of his neck, unsure how to begin your date.
"Yeah, that sounds great." You both walk together in awkward silence, not knowing how to start a chat with each other.
"So, Armin, what are you majoring in?" You turn your head towards him, but Armin seems to not want to make any eye contact with his hands in his pockets.
"Oceanography."
"That's cool, have you always loved the ocean or are you just experimenting with different fields?" You try to carry on with the conversation, hoping he would open up to your about his studies at the least.
"I've always loved the ocean."
"Are the classes you're taking pretty difficult?" You feel your face heat up as he continues to be difficult about continuing your attempted dialogue.
"No."
You start losing your patience with this boy. It frustrates you that no matter what you did he can't try to at least engage in the conversation. You knew from the beginning that this could've been a disaster, but it hadn't even started, and it's already exasperating.
You start to genuinely think of ideas to bail yourself out before it could get any worse, but no, you're going to finish this date whether it's awful or not and move on with your life. You told yourself you were evolving as a person and to bail would only be taking you a step back from the new you.
"How do you know Sasha," you ask him, making it your last-ditch effort to start a conversation as you arrive at the coffee shop.
"We met through a mutual friend at a party." He opens the door for you and both of you enter the cafe.
You and Armin are kindly greeted by the barista as you walk to to the cashier. Both of you order your drinks and sit at a table that's next to the glass wall.
"So, did you meet Sasha because you're dorm mates?" He finally ignites some type of conversation as he fidgets with his fingers.
"We actually somewhat knew each other through my ex-boyfriend and we randomly got paired to be dorm mates." You grin to yourself, thinking about how close you and Sasha got over the year.
Even if it was a bitter-sweet moment mentioning Jean, that you realize may not have been the best thing to do. You hear you and Armin's name being called, but right when you're about to get up Armin quietly spoke, "Stay here, I got it."
You watch him get up from his seat and walk back over to the cashier. He pulls out his brown leather wallet, pays for both of your drinks, and makes his way back to the table with a cup in each hand.
"Thank you for paying, you really didn't have to do that." You feel your cheeks get hot as you grab your drink, slightly grazing his fingers.
"It was no biggie." He shrugs his shoulder and slumps back to his seat.
Subsequently, the awkward silence is back, but a lot stronger than before. You can't understand why it's so difficult to get along with him if this was the date where you're supposed to get to know each other and have endless topics to discuss. You keep reassuring yourself that this would be over soon anyway and now you know that Armin just isn't the one for you and you're completely fine with that. At this point, you only see Armin as the boy you went on the most awkward date with and didn't even picture him as a friend.
"Sorry about this, I've never done anything like this before," he mumbles while tapping on the side of his cup, not wanting to look at you because he felt ashamed.
"O-oh, don't stress about it too much, it's my first date after getting out of my relationship so we're on the same boat." You both exchange warmhearted smiles, trying to break the tension but nothing seems to work.
"We can go back to campus. I have some assignments I need to finish up anyways," he suggests and you feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders. Even though Armin seems like a great person, both of you assume that your wavelengths couldn't match, and it was just best to end it.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I also need to catch up on schoolwork as well." Both of you grab your drinks and head back to school without trying to strike a conversation, knowing that it would just make the tension even more awkward.
As soon as you make it back to your dorm, you must say that you never feel happier to arrive in your shitty box.
"Well, thank you for the coffee and I hope you have a great weekend."
"Yeah, you too." You both wave bye and you walk into your dorm, feeling displeased.
While you didn't expect your date to be completely perfect and for you and Armin to fall in love, this was by far the last thing you wanted to happen.
It didn't take long for you to forget what had transpired as you change to comfortable clothes and start heavily working on your assignments. While you were finishing up on one of your worksheets, you feel your phone vibrate and see a text from Sasha.
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roomie <3
love you moreee
Today 7:47
you better still have some energy
left in you
??
i'm heading back to get dressed
cause we're going to go PARTYYYY
oh god sasha
i don't do well at parties
pleaseeeeee
i can introduce you to my friends
they're really cool
okayyy sure
so get dolled up
i'll be there soon <3
alright
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elysicndrcvm · 4 years ago
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━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )
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     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 
so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.
he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 
he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 
he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 
his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 
obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 
showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 
very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 
awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 
his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 
studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 
despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 
real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 
has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 
he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 
does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 
cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 
bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 
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generouscoffeelove · 4 years ago
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THE UNASSEMBLED WORDS
Things not always go your way they never even stay the same but you can make your mind to go with the flow u can make yourself to work within the things but sometimes it's hard to face the reality sometimes you are not ready to accept the situation, we all are never mature enough that we cant cry crying makes your mind healthy but overthinking only leads to depression and stress. People will say whatever will come in their mind but it's not always necessary to carefully listen to their opinions. 
When you are determined to achieve something and deep down you know that the path you chose is right for you then no one can divert our mind from those guts. People will depress you, they will tell you that u r wrong and their opinions are right bcz they can't see a person becoming more successful than they themselves. Nowadays no one is more sincere to you than your parents, not even your relatives.
Sometimes I think about the day when I will achieve my dreams but then what if I have no more plans to move on ? what if i get the person i love but what after that ? as i will be near to it i will forget the hurdles and all the things i lost on the path towards my goal. Man is greedy, his requirements can never be completed bcz he wants more & more. If u want to get to ur dreams u have to listen to yourself only u dont care about the people and even if u hurt them u have no problem but then comes the deceiving part where u think that following your dreams might separate your family from u this fear of losing someone really special in ur life makes ur way turn back. I think it's the law of life u cant live happily if the people around u r sad. A person like me sometimes thinks that leave everything and go get whatever u want but in the end u have to come back. U will never forget where u belong and thats how u feel the existence of love.
 The first love relations with you are of the same blood. But how can u fall for someone so badly ? How can you love someone out there in this world more than those people who raised you ? This love can be of two types. The love relation with Allah and secondly the other with one of his people. How weird it is to think that we pray to get someone else in our lives instead of praying to get Allah’s affection. To be honest, pray for it and you will get the things you love automatically even if you love someone so badly. First put this in your mind that excess of everything is bad. It's only Allah who will give u everything and will never upset u but the people around u can love u the most but can also give u the pain that u cant bear. 
Everything happens for good. Maybe someone in your past who deceived you was there by Allah’s choice to make you strong and to make you prepared that nobody is there with you forever. People will always stay in search to get ur weak points but staying close to Allah will hide all of those mistakes on ur side which u made unexpectedly or even if u knew u should pray to be forgave and he will forgive u try to pray from the core of your heart. Nothing is more peaceful than crying in sujood bcz that is the moment when u feel hopeless and u dont have words to describe the society around u that how u feel. I faced a lot of times when i was compared and i was insulted but all i used to do was to stay silent and secretly in the heart say “ Ya Allah u should answer them”. Sometimes its good to stay quiet bcz the silence makes the people go crazy. The silence is breaked automatically by Allah. He himself shows the people that u were wrong.
 Not always u have to stay silent but when u r being doubted for a wrong reason or the person saying is crossing the limits listen 3 times but the 4th time smack his face. Bcz they deserve it. From my perspective rules should be for everyone, and the strictness u faced should also be embossed on the coming kids. It's not right to scold or insult someone in the middle where everyone is sitting bcz it makes you stressed and this is the fact where suicidal thoughts start to enclave even a young mind. I dont why im even writing this but the point is that i really don't want anyone to interfere in our lives and not even to scold us bcz they dont live with us they don't face the things we are facing right now, they cant live a week with us but after all they are right and they will never like to meet a person with empty pockets. To every individual on this planet earth, money is everything and money can buy happiness even. People will embrace you till the day u have money but the day u fall a little they will not even ask that are u ok or do u need any help. 
Life will change so will the people but the real face of people can only be seen when you stand in a tough time and they turn their backs away from you. We lived a great past life, we went to restaurants, we ate mcdonalds and shopped etc. so what everybody does when they have money. People should really look into themselves and then say a word to other people. At the end i would like to share a small verse with huge meaning from Quran that:
 In surah alam nashra
            “Beshak har mushkil ke baad asani hai”
            “Indeed after every hard time there’s good time”
People will stay with you till you are useful to them. the day u fall in need of help, some will help u only those who were sincere to u maybe it can be those people whom u never even noticed or they were not even in priority but they stand with u, they come into your life as angels. Because you wanted them and they were to be in your life by the grace of Allah. 
As you grow up u learn through experiences u learn to stand after crawling but not at once u fall u cry and then u get up, u stand at ur own. As a kid, u are learning actually u are learning throughout your life; from people and mistakes. U are not living until u fail.
 U learn to live through love and failures. Love is the road which can give u the best memories to laugh and cry on, but the bumps can give u those bruises and wounds which will heal but the pain will last forever. The time is cruel after u lose someone u love, and even more when the loved one becomes part of your routine. U cannot live without food as well as love. It's easy to console the broken person but it's not possible to feel the pain as that person is feeling. During this time the emotions are at level best of depression and stress if u cant be nice to them then better stay away bcz they can even harm themselves.
Love is very important in life. If u love someone but can’t tell bcz of some fear.
The fear can be of being rejected or it can be the matter of pride. The matter of our reputation is very sensitive, especially for a girl. A small mistake can break the entire reputation which was made from long and hard work. But people will only bring up the flaws bcz they need a topic to talk on. More importantly,the thing that matters is peace with the reputation u hold, if u have reputation and money but u still feel alone u are not fine. 
The hardest part in life is to live without the person whom you cry for days and nights but you can't tell bcz u are afraid of losing the reputation u hold. It's not wrong but it's killing u deep inside. U keep smiling but its only breaking you. It's funny cuz u are ruining yourself. Less to be worried bcz u are being destroyed by love. The part that hits hard and it's all about fate. Being compared to a less experienced person is bad bcz u know that the person hasn't faced any of the circumstances as u did.
“A dream is a wish that your heart makes”
For loving someone you don't have to be perfect. U dont have to change yourself bcz u know that person will accept u no matter what. This is the belief that love brings into our soul. Love happens; it never asks you who I should be with. It's the beauty and the magic of eyes which makes u staring. A fact says that if a person misses you they appear in your dream and if you think about someone alot it means that person was thinking about you first. I believe a lot in these facts bcz they happen a lot. The real fun and peace in love is by burning in the fire of awareness. U keep waiting for the other person to make a move but what to do if the other person is waiting for u. 
Okay, I know I'm talking rubbish right now. It's currently 3:14 a.m. and I'm unable to sleep. I'm not in the mood to write in my diary so it's better to keep on writing to keep yourself busy. Life is not in the mood to study all i want to do is to explode up and cry i know why but tears seem to be dried and i no longer have emotions my mind just wants to fall into midnight in a deep conversation with myself or with a trustworthy my heart seems to beat for some reasons that keep giving me the same tensions which i want to remove. It feels like my soul is whirling like a storm. I don't know what to do to scream or to cry or to stay awake or sleep. Sometimes i just want to stay up and think about my future and the choices I'm making but i don't have leisure time. 
Hard times will not stay with you forever but at every point of ur life they will make u realize that don't forget where u belong and what u survived in ur past. U can never forget your past bcz ur weakness makes u strong. It's better not to expect alot from people. They can bring u disappointment only or a bit of what u were expecting. U cant eat when ur hands are tied u have to make a move to eat and feed your hunger nobody else is going to do this for you.
 Be independent. It's an easy sentence with two words to say but it requires all of your life to be courageous enough to face the coming hurdles. U are going to face many challenges .
“if ur life got harder congratulations !! u just leveled up”.
 Smile even if there are 1000 reasons not too but this time during these days it seems to me as if I'm the shining star alone in the sky where clouds are trying to dull my spark but i keep shining the clouds hide me but then i come back. The mechanism of nature also teaches you many lessons of life. If you think deeply, the sun teaches you that after every dusk there is dawn. The sky can't show the glitter of stars without night. The moon tells you it's good to go through phases. The black clouds teach u that when u are loaded after going through many stages its ok to let everything pour out through tears. The average rain can bring happiness to the beings on earth they will feel calm but if it rains more than normal it destroys the belongings of human.Similarly, if we cry normally it freshens our mind but the excess of it leads to depression and damage of internal conditions and peace.
“Excess of everything is bad”
I don't know when girls felt peaceful in their lives, enjoyed and cherished the most beautiful moments of their lives. All the time they have to worry about something even if it's health,dressing,family,friends or some sort of harassment. She cant feel free to live. Talking to a male about life and studies is a crime and is considered something related to flirting and to be feel ashamed on. Something for which the parents can't speak on if they want to. The people thinking in this way for someone's daughter should think that in future they will also have daughters and what if this will happen to them. If today you consider someone else your daughter or sister honestly u have a peaceful and beautiful future.
But if u see girls as some material to be used and thrown u were born to be wrong then even if u say urself muslim or human look at ur habits and inner person it is more worse than animal. You have to change yourself first to change the people around you.
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chaptersinprogress · 5 years ago
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it ain’t a lie if it’s now true
Tew's mouth fell open. Wad stared at Kongpob as if he'd grown another head. Oak promptly fell off his chair while Aim knocked his drink onto his lap.
"What the fucking fuck?" said Wad incredulously.
Rating: T
Warnings: swearing
Pairings: Arthit/Kongpob
Prompt: ‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au - by @mraculous
"Kong, when was the last time you've gone on a date?" asked Oak, after downing a shot.
Aim perked up, head lifting from the glass of alcohol he'd been staring into. Now this was something he wanted to know too. For all the confessions he'd seen his best friend receive since high school, he'd never heard anything about him going out with one of them. Well… from the person himself that was. Plenty of rumors of all the fantastic dates he'd taken girls out on made their way around the campus. As expected from the Campus Moon.
Kongpob, however, didn't seem all too happy about the turn the conversation had taken. "Why, Oak? Are you interested?" he deflected with a teasing smirk. "We just met less than half an hour ago, and you're already making moves."
Oak flushed from a combination of both embarrassment and alcohol. "Hell no! You're good-looking, but I don't swing your way. Come on, you're the Campus Moon. People are falling over themselves to go out with you. Give us the deets. We wanna know which lovely Star has caught the eye of the Moon."
"We have heard a lot about it," said Tew apologetically. "We're all curious, and it's a harmless question."
Kongpob sighed and raised an eyebrow. "And if I happened to swing both ways?" he asked challengingly.
Wad snorted, "So what?"
All the others nodded their heads. Why should the gender of the person Kongpob loved matter? It was his business who he decided to take to bed. They were only interested in finding out so that they knew who to tease the lone economics student about. Or help set him up with.
From the unwavering stares of the engineering students around him, it was clear that Kongpob wasn't going to be able to wiggle out of answering the question. But there was just one problem - he'd never actually gone out on a date with anyone. Those rumors were exactly that: rumors.
Except, if he told them the truth, they'd most likely keep attempting to set him up with someone. And that was the last thing he needed. He received enough propositions on his own already; he didn't need his new friends adding onto that.
Aim prodded him out of his thoughts. "So, who did you last go on a date with?"
Kongpob blanked. "Uh… erm…" How on Earth was he going to get out of this?! His eyes fell on the stack of papers beside him, and he immediately recalled the helpful senior in a crimson workshop jacket.
"P'Arthit!" he almost shouted.
All his friends stiffened immediately, Oak and Aim almost jumping out of their seats, as they hastily searched for the person whose name had been called. When their frantic head-turning failed to reveal him anywhere near them, the freshies let out sighs of relief.
"What the hell, Kong?!" Aim shouted, whacking Kongpob solidly in the side. "Are you trying to give us all heart-attacks?"
Kongpob winced and rubbed his bruised ribs. "What was that for?" he complained. "I just answered your question."
Tew's mouth fell open. Wad stared at Kongpob as if he'd grown another head. Oak promptly fell off his chair while Aim knocked his drink onto his lap.
"What the fucking fuck?" said Wad incredulously.
Kongpob stared at them in confusion. "Why are you guys acting as if the world is ending?"
Oak pointed a trembling finger at him. "That's because you just said that you went on a date with P'Arthit!"
"So?" he asked, still not getting it.
"Kong… Kong, P'Arthit is the head hazer I've been telling you about all this time," said Aim, finally finding his voice.
Kongpob's eyes widened. Shit. 'Abort! Abort!' his mind screamed at him.
"Uh… Y'know what, I gotta go," he stammered. Scrambling to collect his stuff, he threw a couple of bills on the table to cover his share of the tab and raced out of the bar like a bat out of hell. Leaving a couple of shell-shocked engineering freshmen behind him.
And while Kongpob might have nursed the fragile hope that everyone would dismiss his statement as a collective fever dream, he soon found himself sorely disappointed. Because by the next afternoon, the news had spread around the campus like wildfire.
On the bright side, he was no longer being stalked or confessed to. Because no one, absolutely no one, wanted to bring the wrath of the fearsome engineering head hazer on top of them for daring to proposition his supposed boyfriend, ex or otherwise.
On the down-side, Kongpob was now constantly watching his back and sleeping with one eye open. Waiting for the inevitable confrontation. Because while Kongpob's friends might be pretty accepting; from what he'd heard about the engineering hazing so far, the hazers were very, very cishet. And they didn't seem to be the type to take the insinuation that one of them, especially the head hazer, might be "gay" lying down.
All too soon, Karma seemed to catch-up with him. Kongpob stared at the text which remained unchanging on his screen.
A: Kong, found ur bk whr u left it in the lib. It's in my locker, pwd 0097. Ps, mae wants u 2 come 4 dinner nxt wknd.
He bit his lip. After all he'd done to avoid the engineering campus like the plague, he'd still have to walk into the lion's den?
K: U sure u can't just pass it 2 me?
A: Got a grp proj til l8. Can't pass it 2 u anytime soon.
He groaned. No way around it. It was either he enter the gladiator's pit to retrieve his textbook, or fail the quiz tomorrow. There was really only one option. He just hoped that he wouldn't get beaten up. Steeling himself, he strode determinedly into the Engineering campus to get his book.
He let out a sigh of relief when he managed to make his way to Aim's locker unmolested. Step 1 completed. Retrieving his book from inside, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Step 2 completed. If he could make it back without running into any of the seniors, he'd be home free. But he had taken no more than 3 steps down the corridor when his luck finally ran out.
"Hey, isn't that your faen Ai'Arthit?" came a loud voice from behind him. "Oi, Moon, wait up!"
A familiar voice responded. "Ai'Bright, shut the hell up!"
Shit. Kongpob froze for a second before continuing forward as if he had not heard the seniors. Maybe he could get away if he -
"Nong, we know you heard us so turn around and greet your seniors properly!" called a different harsh voice.
'Uh oh… busted…' sang a cheerful little part of his brain. Kongpob squashed it mercilessly and slowly turned around to meet his doom. He fixed a pained smile on his face and gave the approaching seniors a polite wai.
"Oooh, the Campus Moon is as gorgeous in person as he is in pictures! Ai'Arthit, if you hadn't snatched him away, I would've loved to have him for myself!" cooed one of them. "I'm Toota by the way. That annoying loud one there is Bright-"
"Oi!"
"The scary one is Prem and the muscly one is Knot," Toota carried on. "And of course, you know Arthit," he added with a smirk.
"Sawadee khrap P's. I'm Kongpob, Faculty of Economics," he greeted the seniors warily.
They didn't seem inclined to beat him up, certainly not after taking the trouble to identify themselves, so maybe he'd manage to get out of this relatively unscathed. Recalling Aim's complaints about the various punishments the freshman had undergone, he swiftly revised that opinion - at the very least, with his bones still intact.
Knot cocked his head as he studied the junior. "Ai'Toota's right, Ai’Arthit. At least you have good taste in men."
Kongpob choked on his own saliva. Arthit, on the other hand, let out a scream of frustration and threw a punch at Knot, who side-stepped it with a laugh.
"I'm going to kill all you fuckers!" the head hazer snarled. "You have 5 seconds to start running before I come after your heads. 5! 4! 3-"
His friends seemed to get that he'd already been pushed to his breaking point and took the out they'd been given, promptly sprinting down the corridor to save their lives.
"And you!" Arthit snapped, spinning back around to face Kongpob.
Kongpob flinched before smiling awkwardly. "Yes?"
The head hazer seemed ready to tear his throat out with his teeth. Oh god, he didn't want to die young! Where was the nice, caring senior who'd helped him collect all the assignments when the wind decided to snatch them off the table a couple of days ago? The one who blushed oh so prettily when Kongpob moved just a little too close into his personal space. How could the angry dragon in front of him be the same guy?!
Arthit sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I apologise for all the trouble my friends have caused, Nong. They've been teasing me the last few days due to the rumors and you being here was too good of an opportunity for them to miss."
"Um… it's alright, P'Arthit. No harm done," Kongpob replied, shifting his weight. 'Well, for now,' he mentally added.
Arthit's face darkened. "If I catch whoever it was who started those rumors I'm going to-" He paused. "What's with that expression?"
Kongpob stared back guiltily at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Confess or deny? As Arthit's frown deepened, a realisation struck Kongpob: with a bit of digging, the engineering freshies would cave, and his role in the mess would come to light.
If he admitted it now, he could possibly plead for mercy instead of having P'Arthit find out later and then disembowel him for lying. Shit. It was either speak now or forever hold his peace (six feet underground, that was).
He fiddled with his textbook cover. "Um… P'Arthit?"
"Yes?"
Kongpob stared at some point over Arthit's shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes. "I might have a tiny part to play in that."
"What? Speak up."
Kongpob gulped before speaking louder. "I said I might be part of the reason why those rumors exist."
And if Kongpob had thought Arthit looked angry earlier, well, now he had to be downright furious.
"You’re the one behind this mess? Do you think this is funny?" Arthit hissed. "Are you mocking me?!"
"What? No!" the words spilled out. "No, of course not! I… ugh… this had nothing to do with you in the first place!"
"Then explain what it is about!"
"My friends were asking me about the last date I'd gone on, but I've never gone on a date before so I just randomly blurted out the first name that came to mind which was yours 'cause I remembered you helping me earlier that afternoon!"
Arthit stared at him incredulously. "You've never been on a date?"
"That was what you got out of everything I said?!"
Arthit's shoulders began to shake. Kongpob eyed him warily. A chuckle escaped the senior, and then it was as if a dam had broken. Kongpob stared at the head hazer who was almost bent over in half, struggling to stop laughing.
Kongpob’s cheeks burned. Now this was precisely why he had lied to his friends in the first place. At the very least, his complexion helped disguise his shame. He pulled together the last shreds of his dignity.
"If you're done, I'll take my leave first," he said frostily.
"Wait, wait, I'm sorry," gasped Arthit, straightening up. "It's just… I didn't expect that at all."
Kongpob remained silent.
"Oh come on, the most popular guy on campus who gets confessed to left and right has never been on a date? Surely you'd find that fact just a little bit funny."
Kongpob's lips thinned at the continued mockery. Arthit walked over to him, grinning, and slung an arm around his shoulder.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry na… stop looking like that Nong."
He turned his head stubbornly to the side, refusing to even glance at the senior.
"Tell you what, I'll treat you to dinner as an apology."
Kongpob side-eyed the hazer.
"2 meals?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"Fine! A whole day of whatever you want. Now will you stop sulking and forgive this senior?"
Taking the opportunity to turn the tables, Kongpob twisted in Arthit's hold and leaned in, their noses almost brushing. "Are you asking me out on a date, P'Arthit?" he murmured softly.
He bit down on the smirk that threatened to form as he watched the senior's eyes widen - at both the question and their proximity - as that lovely flush his thoughts always wandered away to appeared in reality. Arthit dropped his arm from Kongpob's shoulders as if he'd been burnt and took 2 giant steps away.
"Kongpob!" he shouted, almost shrilly.
"Don't worry P'Arthit, the whole campus already knows about us. There’s no need to be shy."
Arthit’s jaw dropped. Kongpob snickered and began to walk down the corridor back to his dorm. ‘Ah, revenge is certainly sweet,’ he thought. As the senior sputtered behind him, Kongpob threw a final parting shot.
"Pick me up on Saturday, 11am at the dorm entrance, don't be late!"
"KONGPOB!"
Laughing, Kongpob began running as Arthit spat curses after him. Looks like he’d get to go on that date after all.
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itwill-comeback · 6 years ago
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Some things to note
Alright, so this is my work's blog, a side blog inside a bog, don't mind me. Nickname's Casper or Cas for now. I'm 20, a Capricorn, a decent writer, huge Hozier fan. This is where I'll be putting the stuff that I write as well as on AO3 which to be fair, I'm not as good at using since I just started using it.
About my writing:
I'm an absolute mess of a writer, zero update consistency, sorry. No editor, unless you count Grammarly. I'll probably only ever post my COVT works here and AO3 so there's that.
× I love the COVT just the way it is, but I crave some new things in it. In my writing you'll probably find the following
× Vlad not being bad at like everything, boy needs some skills and hobbies dang it!
× Vlad having motivations and in some way resembling his father when that motivation is what's driving his decisions, don't worry he won't become his old man, but lord outside of physically resembling Tomas he needs to have some of his traits.
× You don't know where we are canonically in my works? Join the club babes. Call it an AU or post-canon if it makes you feel better cause I'm just writing for the fuck of it, and you're in my candy cottage now kids.
× Vlad has ADHD canonically I'm almost certain, so don't be surprised if it's in my works. He's on adderall and Henry reminds him often to take his medication so he's not the Big Forgetful.
× Vlad is willing to flex on people about being the Pravus because he's aware it tricks vampires out and he finds that funny.
× Henry has an Attitude™ and does Not tolerate shit from vampires. Thank those Slayer Genetics.
× Vlad schemes. No context just,, be aware.
× Dorian is ostracized in Elysia, but he's not actually that creepy, people just really don't like that he's powerful and has a penchant for playing the Cheshire Cat. Cryptic soft boi with a grin that claims madness, promise he's just lonely.
× Vlad is far less awkward in my writing, he's clued in to social and psychological influences.
× D'Ablo has gotten a fucking redemption arc. Will I write it? Unlikely. (I did) But you see in my head canon he's faced off with Tomas and Vikas, and being the incredibly hard to kill bastard that he is, got out of it alive despite their best attempts to be rid of him. Pravus blood will take you so far. He lied low, got bored, came back to Stokerton and basically told Vlad "You're the Pravus, we been knew, want my job back, idc bout u or ur uncle or the Elder Council, like being President tho so tell Otis to scoot." And Vlad was like "yeah sure, Otis wants to go back to being principal anyway & the Elder Council doesn't take up near as much time as the Stokerton Council cause it hardly ever convenes, don't fuck wit me again, my dad's dead btw, oh and Vikas too. Let's just be chill." And that was that.
× Vlad has vampire friends and empathizes with other orphans. Not far fetched. Like at all.
× Vlad has a few jobs, gets that bread... for a college aged kid at least.
× Did I say bread? D'Ablo is rich af. Stunts on everybody in Armani suits and wears Red Bottoms. He's the President of a Council, you know that job pays. Old rich Italian vampire rolls in mad cash and has taste, surprise surprise ?
× Know who else is an old rich Italian vampire? Dorian Ciotti, his family uses stocks and real estate as monopoly money. And you thought they were just a humble family with a small business, jokes on you they haven't been humble for hundreds of years. Dorian is known to travel all the time, where did y'all think he got the money for that? You better believe he spoils Cecile, she's his baby girl. A rich single dad who thinks he might fuck up at any moment, he's doing great at raising her. Your fav could never.
× Elysian Councils are mostly afraid and indignant towards Vlad, but don't worry, he can see through them quite well at this point. (Read: he was raised by Tomas fucking Tod, the king of liars, other vampires don't have shit on him.)
× Elysia is not entirely the Councils, Elysia is a world of vampires full of pocket communities and niche tribes all tied by the same undead thread.
× Otis and Vlad share the issue of having a terrible sweet tooth, and now that Nelly's gone they have to figure out how to bake for themselves. Also blood candy and blood mixed baked goods exist and Vlad is really wanting to try some.
× Vlad has the most powerful weapon against vampires on him at all times now, is curious to find out how it works and what it runs on. Elysia knows he doesn't leave it anywhere, if he's somewhere the Lucius is there with him.
× I will be inventing a few of my own charms (like the tego charm) with latin words so you can always ask Google what the charm does before I tell you. (I.e. Tego = to cloak, to hide. This charm is used to allow the vampire who creates it to have a lock down on any humans they place it near.) Tomas places these around the citizens of Bathory to keep other vampires from reading their minds and discovering his location, he closes their minds in a way.
× Vlad has more complex hidy-holes for his things these days.
× Remember that key in the first book that looked like head of a woman that was described in detail and then left behind and never mentioned again? Remember it. I'm gonna use it. Red herring? Who?
× Henry has not forgotten the time he saved Otis' life. He's gonna call in that favor someday, Otis, you know he will.
× Otis has a lot more faith in Vlad to not act like a child and will treat him like an adult.
× Vlad has a huge crush on somebody. Not saying who.
× Vlad's a big hippie. On god, he loves the earth, hates conflict, and wants to tell D'Ablo about how many slave children worked to create his outfit, but wants to keep their peace more.
× Vlad has at long last, filled out and isn't the lanky child he once was, could throw you through a wall but is probably too nice for that. Probably.
× Vlad and the Pravus are separate entities sharing the same vessel. Pravus isn't a ghost though, he's the Adam of the vampire species and died a long ass time ago and wanted to live again after a while. Much like D'Ablo, he lied low, got bored and wanted his place in the world back. Had to create a new form of life to exist in, created the vessel (Vlad's body), could've gotten rid of Vlad's soul and just worn his body, but kind of ended up adoring him before he was even born and, entranced with the concept of this new existence, decided to share the body with him, which sort of forces him to stay hidden in Vlad's subconscious or divide their body into two bodies. Which he can totally do, but it's kind of a lot of trouble and would hurt Vlad badly so he doesn't bother. He really adores this dumb kid and doesn't want him to be lonely, but that'll present its own issues in its own time.
× Dorian is aware of all of this. Pravus can fix his mind and his cravings for vampire blood, but he can't force this from the two of them because it would kind of fuck Vlad up. Oh you mean that fox in the back of my mind isn't my mental support animal, it's an ancient vampire and kind of absurdly powerful? Cool cool.
× Eddie Poe becomes a bigger problem than ever before! Fun!!
× The Slayer Society becomes a bigger problem than ever before!
× As far as I'm concerned, Em is not being manipulated by D'Ablo in the books, he answers to her, she's autographed bible old, you think he could pull one over on her? Tomas Tod couldn't even manage that. (Canonically I know Vlad insinuates that D'Ablo is holding some power over Em but I just can't see that realistically being true.)
× Em went home to Europe after that Slayer cleanse nonsense, she's still President of her Council, but she is no longer on the Council of Elders. Kind of in hiding because she suspects Vlad's about to take over the entire world.
× D'Ablo's cult is still a thing, they send Vlad gifts sometimes. Sometimes it's a dead bird, sometimes it's an envelope full of cash. D'Ablo doesn't care either way what they give him, Vlad prays it's not a dead animal every time tho soo.
× Remember how Mellina was never said to have any family? Turns out her family were just religious nutcases and promptly disowned her (and her child) upon finding out she was having a child out of wedlock.
× Vlad is in touch with the Tod clan in Scotland cause he wanted to get in touch with some part of his family and prove to himself that his dad's side isn't all bad, they kind of give him Evil Dad War Flashbacks™, but they're good people. A few are vampires and they think Vlad's a cool kid.
× There's always gonna be magic in my writing, don't worry though, I'm not gonna make Vlad OP.
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fircbcrn-blog · 5 years ago
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hello frands !! it is me, admin c, introducing my final and most fire muse, bok emrys otherwise known as rhys. beneath the cut you can find a couple of pointers and basics on him, like this for plotting as you can expect and i’ll get to those im’s as fast as i can !! you can find his stats here for some idea and overview of him:
so rhys is like this edgy biker boy but with a heart of gold who is rlly a super big softie, he just looks like an intimidating biker boi with his style.
he falls in love with everything but i don’t mean like he’ll fuck anything with a pulse kind of love or oh wow u were nice to me and now i adore u and want to run off into the sunset, i mean he’s just in love with the world around him i mean it’s a shitty fuckin place sometimes but he sees the small beauties in it, the miracles of nature and human behavior that isn’t learned but just inherent to us and he thinks its fuckin magical so sue him
very wise and mature and down to earth as a person, despite being super popular because he just comes across as very cool and easygoing and in general easy to get along with plus he’s a total heart throb in the modelling world.
pretty artsy for a living, very much a creative soul. he paints and sketches and can mould things and he does actually commission it and earn a decent amount from it but his main career and income comes from the modelling definitely. bc ya know business for artists in general just isn’t amazing even for the richer few.
super in touch with the world and at peace with himself, like he is an immovable force nothing you say or do to him will upset him bc he’s just like lol that’s ur opinion and perspective ig and ur entitled to it so go off but imma do me thanks.
pansexual iCoN, he will love anyone pretty down who he can see something good in and he can see good in basically anything other than actual dictators obviously.
guru of life advice, people often come to him because he offers a sense of stability and security without getting his own emotions attached just from his presence alone and the atmosphere he surrounds himself with.
exudes charisma and magnetism we stAn, fully sits around with fancy expensive wine and his art in his super cosy yet modern and majorly artistic big ass penthouse suite apartment studio and walks around in open blazers shirtless with his long hair all pushed back and wet like the queer bohemian pixie that he is uNF.
he definitely has an approachable just creative and exciting persona without making you feel like you have to be wild to be alive with him. he’s also very spiritual
boi does yoga every morning and meditates every night without fail, very aware of mindfulness and does the exercises for it a lot, very aware of his health and keeps like excessively on top of it. he’s buddhist so he believes in the chakras, is interested in white magic and crystal healing too though, definitely practices feng shui, don’t fuck with his feng shui
he is a dancer however he doesn’t do dance as a full time gig bc he’s worried it would eat away at his time and take away from his other passions but ye he be a busy boi but he choreographs a lot and does cover videos on youtube that are pretty popular.
he gets a reputation from the media for being a ‘playboy’ bc he’s deemed a heart throb fUNNILY enough he is the furthest thing from that, but everyone finds him attractive and tries to get him into scandals. he deffo does have flings like the average amount as anyone else but HERES THE THING…
rhys is an idiot and he has a thing for people who think they’re gods gift who are all don’t go falling in love with me and part of me thinks he likes it for the thrill a lOT as well bc he’s too laidback for that trap so he’s all yeah as if bud u would have to change ur act a loT for that to be possible and they get shooketh like HOLD UP WAIT A SECOND-
he does not have their shit if they do the whole im such a hardass and i don’t do commitment but they want him to fall for them rlly he’s like okay good for u see u in like a week when u wanna fuck again until then i’ll be busy with my perfectly substantial life which i don’t need u in anyway dude
big bitch u aint special energy bc no one is and everybody got other priorities to put first depending on what they choose so like lemme know when u wanna get ur act together if not we can chill
but he a good boi he just floats around the place with his shirtless blazer self all here have a sprinkling of wisdom beyond my years and compassion mi casa su casa bby make urself at home in my crafty creative den.
( @hijinae​ ) is like a sister figure to him bc they perfectly match in persona’s and energies and she is very close to his familia, they are also adoptive siblings when rhys’ parents legally take custody of jinae. SIBLING POWER DUO I TELL U NOW they’re literally like siblings who are each other’s missing halves and best friends.  had they have been biological they would probably have been twins
PLOT IDEAS:
so here’s a few loose ideas to throw around until i have more time to sort a plot page out for him :
but of course some of his much loved flings especially his fave messy boy toys bring em to me
modelling rivals potentially who don’t actually want to be rivals at all but the media simply makes them out that way
dance buddies
running buddies
maybe some people who can help him manage his art business prospects and side of things
best friends bc who don’t love that
childhood friends
friends from overseas yES pls not just america but like china and japan, where he spent time as well..
modelling elite socialite squad u know like kylie and her besties type shit always posing with each other on instagram and going to shows together or promoting together
ex’s bc that’s fun and spicy
childhood love
childhood best friend
frenemies
friends he’s made internationally bc of music or dance or even modelling and got close with
good influence and bad influence either way works with him being the influencer or the one influenced
people interested in spirituality or buddhism and maybe looking to him as a guide on it all
honestly anything else u can think of even maybe a past unrequited love, his first ever boyfriend or girlfriend or just experience with either (also open to non-binary muses ofc) just hit me with it all and i will happily work with it
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ericleo108 · 6 years ago
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I know the distance is far but the wave the same. The coast of Sarasota reflects your brain. This is from 40 Eridani A "I love you. Control yourselves to play." UF
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Global convection Global Connection Global Inception Global Direction UF
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Be the love you seek be the love to be may you love in glee and find that love is free NASA
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How do you portray your life as a poet what love do you know and how do you show it She used to capture the world through punctuation now Dickinson has a show for communication Be careful with the mirror dear. Hailee Steinfeld
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rennyji · 3 years ago
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July 2nd Early Morning Tweets
July 2nd Early Morning Tweets...
So what can I say to a group of people who have teamed up against me? ( Is it crazy to say that? Its everyone withholding info from me and making me say that crazy statement...while independent women and men follow the orchestrators instructions...)...
i'll say something nice, share something helpful...-
- i mention religion&things, &I don't know how that makes me comeOff 2the present day American...4 U religion is something 2not be takenSeriously...ur more secular....Im liberal in my beliefs&actions, but Im an advocateOfReligion, especially as a better alternative 2 psychology.-
- so many people today are seeing therapists and taking meds, compared to years before. Now it could be due to better awareness in society of issues and advancements in understanding. But I think another side to it is that people don't practice the discipline of religion.-
- Discipline seems 2 always be about sex, but thats ur business. MyFocus here is theMind. Religion is represented as spirit vs. body. But there's anotherLayer vs. the body: the mind. Jesus says "believe & U can move mountains." Belief is inTheMind. 1 has 2 believe in themselves.-
- that saying is explicit. Religion is ultimately about being one with the divine, or 1 with God - but thats a different subject or aspect. On a "how to better live" initiative, religion can promote better day 2 day life, by helping us get our heads in heaven. What do I mean?-
- In the Lord's Prayer, we say "Thy Kingdom come." The Kingdom may very well be an actual Kingdom. But I believe, in anotherRespect, it is a statement of mind, where God resides in ur mind. How does God reside in ur mind? When U do whats right & whats appropriate 4 a full life.-
- now right and wrong is a very big different topic. I think it goes beyond rules and laws and comes down to following your heart than your mind and or feelings. It comes down to what is appropriate for ur life, and what you can see God saying to you "Go get em." The Kingdom-
- is a state of mind where ur grounded, where you have wisdom, where you have peace, where you can believe without doubt, and I'm sure things I can't imagine. When you strive for this Kingdom, when you do what's appropriate for ur life, your mind is in heaven. What do I mean?-
- Heaven & hell are believed 2 be places, but it too can be a state of mind. When U do whats good, like a selfless act of helping another without any credit 2 U, ur mind is light, grounded, happy, at peace. That is the Heaven stateOfMind. Strive 4 that, base ur actions on that.-
- likewise when you do something bad, or inappropriate for ur life, you are, or "get sent/redirected to" a hell state of mind. You may experience guilt and other forms of negativity. U may feel the fire of consequences. Christianity is about inheriting the Kingdom state of mind-
- so that you can walk on water, or if nothing else, achieve your goals in life. It is about being in the heaven state of mind. When your mind is in heaven, your spirit and body are also in a good place. -
- something that helps our day 2 day action is prayer. Prayer can result in miracles. When miracles happen, there is a saying in The Lord's Prayer dating back thousands of years from those with wisdom &experience: "For Thine is the Kingdom, the power, &the glory, forever &ever."
- From that we learn, the power experienced through what's miraculous is not our own doing or from a power we own. Eastern philosophy sees people as specks in a great universe. While I believe we can be legendary titans, remembered through time, amidst the vastness of just our-
- planet Earth & the 7 billion + people here, we can be a minority. In that minority state, we need to know our place & be humble. We need to know, while we can do great things, we are nothing without God, or The Divine, or if U want 2 see it differently: we are nothing without-
- that concept of "there has to be more to life." I mean look at the stars. The vastness of the sun and sky...that thing that makes all this beauty beyond our selves is what establishes miraculous power of prayer or fires us to do great things.-
- so its important to be humble in the respect that we are nothing without "That which make us more." Something to remember while also considering we are 1 in 7 billion+ people in this world. In being specks in a greater giant world and an infinite universe, -
- what gives meaning is our actions, the relationships we form, the people we help. Alone weAreSpecks in a bigUniverse. When 2 people date/friend, or when some1 lends a hand 2 their neighbor, etc. they goAgainst humanNature, against the singlingOut of aloneness in the universe.-
- if in the vastness of the universe, we are but a speck, in the bonds we form in a lifetime, we become 2 or 3 specks. That 1 speck gets bigger. Form good bonds, meaningful bonds. Follow the Golden Rule: Love your neighbor like urself. In person & in action, U will be greater.-
-Sure, heroes come &go, and legends never die, but if U die, ur sayings &actions should leave an impact that lasts in a timeless manner in history &in the minds &hearts of the living. Ur sayings &actions represent ur soul. A projection of U thru such positive things is immortal.-
- Live a life of meaning, don't do things cuz ur supposed to, because of impulse - follow your heart. Thats very different from the mind. There are things out there in life that can control and influence the mind, but ur heart (the goodness at the core of you) is beyond control.-
-Practice mindfulness, reach into that core, ur heart, and let it guide you. How do we inherit the Kingdom state of mind, the heaven state of mind, follow our heart, be giants in a vast universe for all times and seasons? Through prayer. Going back to what I said earlier, -
- persistent prayer makes miracles happen. it could take years and you also have to do ur part in life to get the result. Mentioning of prayer probably makes me seem corny from a Christian perspective. If that's the case, think of it through a Buddhist meditative perspective.-
- Prayer can be a tool that results in something else: that thing is awarenessOfActions, reminders of whats important, & mindfulness. U can say, "find me the most beautiful woman if ur a guy", but U can also say things like "help me make my partner's day" or "help me eat less".-
- if you say "help me eat less" morning and night, everyday, next time your "tempted" to eat lots of food or snacks or a heavy meal, your mind will remember ur prayer. U'll be mindful of ur heavy eating. In going against ur prayer, u'll feel guilt, because u went against ur aim.-
- over time, this reminder&resulting feelings can guide consecutive actions, &help Uachieve ur goal. Prayer is a powerful tool. It can help 2drink tea or do breathing exercises b4 2 quiet ur mind. Then pray out loud, or in the silence & darkness of ur mind with ur eyes closed.-
-If its "help me make my partner's day", ur mind will go on the lookout towards how to make ur partner happy. Whether it be holding a door 4 her, getting her coffee, or simply complimentingHer. Be specific in ur prayer in placeOfGeneralizations like "help me be a better person."-
- because with generalizations, you leave the question of "How" unanswered. It means you didn't think what ur asking through. In the beginning, its ok if can't specify the "how." An example would be "help me get a better job." What is it that U have 2 do 2 get the better job?-
- U may need 2 save money or research 2 start a business. so "help me save money & have the will 2 research 4 my business idea" would be a better thing to ask. -
-4 a better job, maybe a degree or 2 is required. another better thing to ask is "help me study" or "help me get admission in 2 this school".-
- to leave nothing unanswered and to be thorough, if ur not of a particular faith, who you are praying to, when you say "give me this/that, help me with that/this" may be a question in ur mind. For those of a faith, ur praying to God, ur Heavenly Father. Going back to Adam & Eve-
- real people or not, or representations of real people or not, they are children of God. A mother and father take care of the needs of their children and love their children. The child lives and plays carefree, knowing that their parent will take care of everything.-
- In that same way and more, our Heavenly Father will take care of everything, our needs and desires, as we are His children. We need 2 have faith that He will doThis. As a mother or father craves their child's attention or their child talking 2them, so does ur Heavenly Father. -
- The Garden of Eden, actual place or not, was represented as a place, where Adam and Even, children of God, experienced that care in a very direct and visible way. Everything is provided to the children of God. Food, shelter, pleasures, everything. That still applies.-
- After the figurative fall, we need "to seek out that care, and we will find it" as Biblically stated "seek and you will find." We may not see God directly, but we can sense his presence in the goodness of our own actions and in the goodness of others. He is still visible. -
- so if U want 2pray & are of no faith? Think of it as talking 2 theInfiniteUniverse, whos present in the air U breathe, orTheGround U walkOn. Think of that as being conscious or having a soul or mind like you.-
- inThe same way a child sees an imaginaryFriend. This may help U say things like "give me this/that" or "help me with that/this."-
- but thats myMorningInspiration 2 any1 whos listening in thisTeamingUp of worldAgainst 1person. I kinda don't feel theDrive 2do this. MyUnderstanding of people is theyre just in2 tantalizing details&nice sounding things 2get highOn. Who digests/listens&uses possiblyUseful ideas?
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castlehead · 7 years ago
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beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.
this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some
quality distance, if only one step back.
what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else
phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy
yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves
for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway
and then parting cuz that knows so much
that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin
i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear
                        ...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.
SONG ONE : like the earth
1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes
(chorus)
Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes
2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout
(chorus)
3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks
Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn
And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH
(chorus)
                        ...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.
SONG TEW : the rainbow
The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane
Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound
(chorus)
What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat
Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end
2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays
That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze
Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod
(chorus)
3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land
(chorus) (chorus)
                        ...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.
SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again
1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain
This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest
(chorus)
Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?
Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?
2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon
Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again
(chorus)
                        ...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless
SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston
1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free
Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago
In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat
(chorus)
Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone
2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass
(chorus)
Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger
(Chorus)
                        ...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.
SONG FYVE: my summer home
1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside
My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price
(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom
2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist
The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls
(Chorus)
                        ...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends
SONG SIX : notion
#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:
Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude
You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion
#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water
I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down
I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown
(chorus)
#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight
(chorus) (chorus)
                         ...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die
SONG SEVEN : collected and connected
You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head
And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows
Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel
CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused
Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string
#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray
Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined
(CHORUS) (CHORUS)
i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.
rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things
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let it happen | chapter 4
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9:40 A.M.
Lance saves the document, closes it, stares at his laptop desktop image until his eyes start to sting, groans in frustration, and slams his laptop shut. Puts it aside. He crosses his arms like a petulant child, he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes roam around his room.
He watches as the wind plays lazily with his curtains, making their shadows dance, swaying back and forth.
Something moves in his peripheral vision. He rolls his head to the side, fingers hovering over the keypad. The sight that meets him makes him pause, his fingers freeze, Keith looks so peaceful, he looks almost… ethereal. It’s kind of disturbing, yet mesmerizing at the same time.
Keith’s pale face glows a tender hue under the morning light, the sun tinges his chapped lips a deep pink, the scar under his left eye looks almost translucent.
Keith’s so… unfairly beautiful.
He catches himself tracing down the slopes of Keith’s face, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his upper lip with his eyes like a piece of chalk on canvas. He’s never seen something quite this stunning before in his life (granted, he’s only 22, but that’s beside the point), if only he knew how to draw like Keith does.
Lance can’t take this, his heart’s too weak.
He wants to bury his face in Keith’s ruffled hair, wants to breathe him in, wants to have him in his arms, wants to touch, but he seems so out of reach like this. Lance curls his fingers into fists, aching to touch. He restrains himself from charting pale, fading freckles down with his fingertips.
It… it’s very distracting, is what it is.
Keith scrunches up his nose, grumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. Lance’s breath catches in his throat.
Lance… Lance is fucked, he knows he’s fucked, he already knew that then (when Keith suggested this… arrangement), he knows that now, he’s known that for some time now, but it never fails to catch him by surprise. This… feeling never fails to overwhelm him. He fucking hates this… whatever this is, he has no fucking word for this… feeling. It claws at his throat, it kicks him the gut, it scorches his heart, it clenches his heart in a death-grip, it steps on it, it rips his heart apart.
Lance covers his face in his hands and rubs, groaning in frustration. This is ridiculous. He forces himself to look away, and focuses on drilling a hole into the wall with the force of his glare instead, running his tongue over one of his canines.
Do not distract yourself with cheesy rom-com bullshit, bitch, he scolds himself, Write. Yes, writing is good. Stressful, but good. Go back to writing. Avoid contact. Don’t look. Avert your eyes. Work. You’ve got work to do, so do it.
After about five or so minutes of glaring despondently into fucking space and hating himself for being pathetic, he does. He’s always been good at taking all his frustrations on his writing.
He pulls his laptop into his lap, opens it, double taps, and the document appears on the screen. The cursor blinks curiously at him, he blinks back, and sighs. He starts scanning it for typos, and corrects them, all the while grumbling about how fucking stupid he is, and how fucking stupid all those mistakes were.
He adds some of the worst expletives in big, bold and italic capital letters next to shitty, weird ass sounding paragraphs that don’t ever seem to get any better, even after rewriting them seven thousand three hundred and eighty-four fucking times. Doesn’t matter how many times he tries, how many times he bangs his fists on the keyboard, how hard he hits the keys, the words don’t ever seem to come out quite right.
Rinse, lather, repeat.
“¡BESA MI CULO, PUTO!” He snaps at one particularly dumb typo, and deletes its whole sentence out of spite.
Keith stirs, and groans next to him, turning his body towards Lance. Lance tenses, holding his breath and sitting very still until he’s super sure, 100% Keith won’t wake up. Keith sighs obliviously in his sleep, and turns on his stomach. Lance lets out a relieved breath, closing his eyes.
He snaps them open and shakes his head in frustration, “No seas tonto, Lance.”
He hits ctrl-z and skips the paragraph entirely, jumping to two paragraphs bellow, he reads it and gasps, “¿Qué carajo? Who wrote this? A fiveslgfjdjdfds.” A hand lands on the side of his face with a smack, smooching his cheek. Lance screams, - of course he does, how could he not. - and almost falls off the bed.
“SHUT YOUR ROTTEN MOUTH, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP,” Keith growls at him, voice raspy, and low, and terrifying. Even muffled by the pillow and drowsy, his voice doesn’t lose its aggressive edge. What the fuck.
Lance, after recovering his soul, turns his head so he can stare at Keith with raised brows, and huffs, “Hella lot of words coming from a sleeping person, I’d say.”
Keith groans and lifts his face off the pillow, glaring at him through squinty eyes, “Shut that fucking trap, you moldy piece of bread, or get out.”
“This is my fucking room, Keith,” Lance sputters, snapping his laptop shut for added effect, “you get out.”
“I’M SLEEPING, PISS OFF,” Keith kicks at Lance’s leg with enough force to bruise.
“OW! CAREFUL WITH MY COMPUTER, YOU BRUTE!”
Keith grumbles, turning his back to Lance and covering his head with Lance’s comforter. He curls into a ball, shutting Lance out.
Lance relocates his grumpy ass to the couch after flipping an oblivious, snoring Keith off.
He loves the guy, but damn, can he be an asshole so-
…Wait, did he just-
Oh, hell no.
10:34 A.M.
stud muffin so………….. do i even wanna know? probably not, but you’re gonna tell me anyway pidge, cover ur eyes
pidgeotto shut up hunk im not 5 GIVE ME DA DEETS LANCE
space boi lance AWWW MAN MY DUDES MY BROS MY PALS MIS HERMANOS
pidgeotto oh boy here we go…….. im regretting this already
space boi lance SHUT IT BIRD TURD anyway where was i before i was so rudely interrupted??? ah yeah OH MY GOD MY DUDES hes a screamer KEITH KOGANE OUR KEITH IS A SCREAMER ITS LIKE AAAAAA GUYS boi so thicc too goddem cant wait to have him up my ass honest such a nice dick 11/10 reallygreat work of art grade a AND DAT ASS!!!!!!!! GUH SO FUCKING SMOOTH he looks really nice when hes sleeping too so soft i want to chomp on his cheeks ughhhhhh how can he be so perfect its so unfair im swooning i swear to GOD he looks hot even when hes kicking me out of my own room which UNFAIR
A facebook notification pops up at the top of his phone screen in the middle of his rant.
Hunk Garrett tagged you in a post, it says.
Lance arches an eyebrow, “Huh.”
He taps it open.
Hunk Garrett is listening to the less i know the better, by tame impala i’d like to dedicate this song to my good pal Lance Martínez you know /why/ Pidge Holt and 5 others 
Pidge Holt  HOOOOOO BOY THE BURN THATS Y UR MY MAIN HO HUNK I LOVE U
Matthew Holt lol babe look at The Shade Takashi 
Takashi Shirogane Ah yes, that is indeed The Shade Of It All *scratches chin* Lance Martínez shiro i love u but dude ure embarrassing get off the internet Matthew Holt dont trash talk the baby lance Matthew Holt he’s sensitive Matthew Holt (ure adorable babe) Takashi Shirogane I take offence to that Lance Takashi Shirogane No more dog memes for you Lance Martínez NOOOOOO DAD NOT THE DOGGO MEMES Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Lance Martínez u guys are absolute TRASH
Lance Martínez the WORST I TELL U WORST
Lance Martínez I NEED NEW FRIENDS ASAP 
Pidge Holt awwwwwwww lance i love u too Pidge Holt u can tell me everything later i’ll allow it Pidge Holt bring food Pidge Holt and redbull Pidge Holt tons of redbull Lance Martínez ure… ugh Lance Martínez i hate u Lance Martínez u tiny bird turd Pidge Holt URE tiny Lance Martínez GASP U TAKE THAT BACK Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lance Martínez LULU NOT U TOO Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
11:35 A.M.
He’s avoiding the huge ass, one-sided, and glittery elephant in the room, he’s avoiding the fuck out of it. He’ll avoid the fuck out of it until it goes away, until it disappears for good, until it goes to fucking hell, until it’s burning in the fifth circle of hell.
He has no time for this.
This project is worth 40% of his grade.
His prof’s a mad man, yeah, but that’s how it is. He won’t flunk this class just because he can’t control his feelings.
He can’t, won’t, jeopardize his project just because of fucking feelings.
¡No, de ninguna puta manera! 
He needs a shower. 
And a joint. 
And coffee. 
Tons of coffee. 
But a shower first, then facials, then weed, then coffee.
Tons of coffee. 
He’ll also down a shot of tequila, because he’s feeling adventurous. 
(Reckless, he means reckless.)
1:45 P.M.
Lance’s minding his own business, stirring his way into his fifth?? possibly, probably, he’s not sure, cup of coffee, and stuffing his face with ham and pineapple pizza rolls in the kitchen after smoking a whole joint by himself in the bathroom, when he hears it. It is terrifying. A dull thud reverberates through the apartment, echoed by it; the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting shriek he’s ever heard.
“LANCE!”
He freezes, his heart plummets.
His spoon drops and clatters on the floor.
“LANCE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” the deity roars.
Lance squeaks like a fucking mice, and squats, hiding behind the counter.
Run. Pack your things and go, get out of town. Flee to Europe, change your name-
He presses his overheated cheek to the counter and sighs, so good. He grins wide.
Keith’s feet smack on the floor as he stomps, over-aggressively, I dare add, out of Lance’s room, “What the fuck did you do to my ass, you rotten egg?” His voice is louder now, much louder. Lance jumps mid giggle-fit, which sets him off into another one.
“ME!” Lance peers over the countertop and raises his hand, waving sluggishly and cackling, bloodshot eyes wide. Well, as wide as they can go, which, honestly, isn’t much, considering, “I DID THE FUCK! I PUT MY DICK IN - HAH - YOUR ASS! YOU LET ME - HAHAH - IT WAS WILD!”
Keith takes a long look at him and, like a flip has switched, his scowl melts and he bursts out laughing, his nose crinkling up. It’s so fucking adorable, Lance’s heart hurts. It burns. It screams in pain. Lance laughs the pain away like the idiot he is, or maybe just because he’s high as fuck. One can never be too sure, ya feel.
“I know that, you fucking stoner, I mean THE BRUISES.” He points at his bare hips, trying to catch his breath.
Lance’s eyes travel south.
Helloooo there, legs.
Wait, he went too far.
Go back two frames.
There, hips.
Lance blinks, and tries to open his eyes further. He can’t.
He blinks again.
Oh.
Ho boy, he did a number on the guy alright.
Also, this part is super wild, bare with him, it looks weirdly… beautiful? It’s gorgeous, actually. It’s a masterpiece, Lance is an artist.
The red and purple splotches scattered across Keith’s skin are… kind of blurring together in one big ass bruise, that reminds him oddly of the Milky Way. Lance fights hard against the white urge to draw an alien-head above Keith’s hipbone. Keith probably wouldn’t mind it, though. The nerd. Lance chuckles.
Keith clears his throat.
Lance flicks his eyes up at Keith, blinks languidly at him several times. Keith’s waiting for something, isn’t he? What is it again? He rakes his brain for an answer. It beeps.
Ah, yeah.
An answer, right. He needs to answer Keith, duh.
Lance cackles at his stupidity.
“Oh, that.” Lance wipes his eyes on his sleeve in between chuckles as he finally answers, sniffing. He braces his arms on the counter and pushes himself up on his feet, winking, “I’m not sorry about that.” He lies his torso on the counter, smooching his cheek against the cool surface, and shoots Keith a lopsided smile.
Keith shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you looooooove me,”  Lance sing-songs, finger gunning lazily with a grin.
Keith rolls his eyes fondly, and gets closer, dragging one of the stools from under the counter, and sitting down gingerly, wincing a little. His eyes flicker swiftly to something as he settles, before they land on Lance again. Keith frowns, “Should you be drinking coffee?”
Lance frowns back, puzzled, turning his head so he can look at his mug. “Shouldn’t I?” He wonders.
Keith leans over the counter, elbows propped up, and starts picking idly at one of the pizza rolls sitting pretty on the plate in front of him, “It doesn’t affect your high?”
Lance gasps. His pizza rolls. “No touching, you fugly mullet, it’s mineeeeee,” Lance whines, reaching forward and swatting Keith’s fugly hand away. He snatches the plate from Keith and brings it closer to himself, tucking it in between his arms, away from pizza roll-thieving mullets. Lance sticks out his tongue at him, before fitting two of the biggest rolls in his mouth. At the same time. For emphasis. His cheeks puff out.
Keith ducks his head to hide his grin. “You look like a chipmunk,” he comments nonchalantly, tapping his knuckles idly on the surface.
“Nhobowdshy ashkd yuh, Puhtrish,” Lance shoots back.
Keith rolls his eyes and flips him off with both hands, leaning back on his stool.
Lance flashes him the half-chewed food.
“Fuck, that’s gross.”
“Ah.” Lance struggles to swallow all of it dry, but manages, “I forgot to - clears throat - answer, coffee doesn’t affect my high much.” He shrugs, taking a bite off one of the rolls. Keith hums.
Lance swallows, “Pass me the straw, please. The long, bendy one.” He gestures a thumb back.
Keith slides from the stool in one smooth movement, makes his way around the counter and goes for the drawers. Lance hears as it slides open, “Which color?”
“Purple,” Lance answers over his shoulder.
He stretches his arm when Keith pulls the straw out and makes a grabby hand at him.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Keith holds the straw over his head.
“Gimme, or I’ll punch your di-I-i-aaAAAAAah,” he tries to steal the straw from Keith, but loses his footing and almost dives face-first into the cold, hard floor. “¡Coño!” He fumbles to keep upright, hooking a hand on the edge of the other side of the counter. Thank fuck for long fingers.
Lance manages to get his balance back by planting his feet firmly on the ground. Keith makes his way back to his stool, and once he’s settled, he hands Lance the straw already stretched. Keith’s lips quiver in a poorly concealed attempt not to laugh, eyes twinkling mirthfully.
Lance rolls his eyes as he throws the straw into his cup, propping himself on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.
Keith makes gagging sounds, bangs falling on his eyes.
Lance ignores him in order to bring the straw to his lips with his free hand, and suck the coffee, swallowing in an obnoxiously loud gulp.  
Keith’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “You’re gross,” Keith comments, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“Thanks, I try,” Lance grins around his straw, then frowns at Keith’s bare chest. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes, though?” Lance asks, eyes half-lidded, “It’s freezing, Keith.”
Keith raises an eyebrow, looking down. “Off-topic, but no, Lance, it’s not,” he shoots Lance a look, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And how would you know, anyway? You’re high.”
“What’s this jealousy I’m feeling? There’s more, you know.” He pats the breast pocket of his sweatshirt with a dopey smile, and meets Keith’s eyes as he takes a sip, waggling his brows. He swallows and winks, “Don’t need to get all broody on me, grumpy pants.”
Keith hides his face on his arms and groans. Lance can see the blush rising on Keith’s neck, and allows himself a mental pat on the back as he pushes himself upright.
“Okay, let’s go,” Lance trots towards his bedroom.
3:32 P.M.
When they sober up enough to get stuff done, they throw themselves on the couch, legs tangled because why not, right? It’s not like Lance’s life makes any sense, anyway.
Lance with the camera in his hands and laptop on his stomach, Keith with his headphones around his ears, and one of his weird, edgy sci-fi books resting on his thighs.
Lance rests his head on the armrest and hits play.
Keith’s feet tap a comforting rhythm against Lance’s.
4:02 P.M.
Keith falls asleep against the couch, mouth slightly open.
Lance does a poor job at reducing the volume of his laughter at his dramatics on video. Even though Keith’s got his headphones on, Lance still manages to wake him up, and ends up getting kicked in the shin by a very rumpled, grumpy, and over-sized baby with a fugly mullet for that.
He tries not to laugh again.
…He fails miserably, and both his shins suffer.
Terribly.
4:30 P.M.
Because Lance has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, they didn’t manage to catch Keith’s o-face on video. Life is unfair, God hates him, Jesus hates him, even Buddha must hate him, because this, right here, has got to be some sort of twisted divine punishment. Maybe it’s Karma, maybe he was a murderer in his past life, he doesn’t know. What he does know, though, is that this must be fixed.
“Dude,” he kneels on the couch and shakes Keith’s knee to wake him up, “Dude. DUDE!”
Keith’s eyes flutter open and he squints at Lance, blinking blearily, utterly confused.
Lance sits back on his heels and he offers Keith the camera, “Look.”
Keith, while frowning up at him, sits up and takes it. He yawns, unplugging his headphones from his phone and into the camera. He hits play.
Keith snaps the camera shut after about ten minutes, a furious blush burning his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He still looks mildly confused, though, and astoundingly flustered, bringing his knees to his chest.
Lance bites on his bottom lip and heaves a huge breath. “We’ll have to tape chapter 1 again,” he clarifies.
Keith lifts an eyebrow, face still bright red, “Because…”
“I can’t see your face when you’re coming, dude.” Lance explains, waving his hands at the camera in exasperation, “That’s unacceptable, you know. really preposterous. I can’t have this, I can’t WRITE like this. This is a disaster. We gotta redo this, Keith. It’s a matter of life and death.” He grabs both Keith’s knees and shakes.
“But- I’m awake now, dipshit, quit shaking me,” He snaps, batting Lance’s hands away from his knees, “But… don’t you remember my face when I was actually coming yesterday?”
So, you see… remember when Lance mentioned he has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, and some sort of divine punishment is being inflicted upon him? There’s another reason to back up that assessment.
They not only hadn’t caught Keith’s o-face on video, but he also didn’t get to see Keith’s o-face in living color yesterday because he had his fucking eyes closed. Which rude, Lance. That is just plain rude. There’s no excuses. That’s probably why God, Jesus, and Buddha hate you this much.
Lance hangs his head. “I- I had my eyes closed,” he confesses, accepting defeat.
“You’re hopeless.”
Lance’s head shoots up and he gasps, “Excuse!”
“No,” Keith stands up abruptly, almost kneeing Lance’s nose in the process.
Lance squawks and reels back, out of reach, eyes wide, “Wha-”
“Shut the fuck up, you dry raisin,” Keith glares accusingly at him and Lance flinches, “I’ll fix this.”
“Kei-”
Keith’s arm shoots up, and he points his index finger at Lance, thick eyebrows pinched. “Stay put,” he warns, waving his finger, “don’t fucking move, don’t breathe.”
Lance is too confused to react, or even say anything, so he just gapes.
“Just… stay there, I’ll be quick.”
Keith returns buck naked, with a dildo and the lube in hands.
Lance’s at a loss, he’s a loss for words, his sass is gone, along with his ability to form coherent thoughts. Keith has that effect on him, apparently. Keith always finds a way to give Lance whiplash.  
Keith dumps the stuff on the coffee table and turns his attention to Lance, he chuckles at what he sees there, “Shut your mouth, Lance, you’ll catch a fly.”
Lance finds his voice. “Wha-” he clears his throat, and shakes his head before continuing, “What the fuck?” (Eloquent.)
Keith rolls his eyes as he picks up the camera, “You’re gonna tape me as I touch myself.”
Keith hands Lance the camera.
“I don’t…” Lance takes it, still completely dumbfounded.
Keith cuts him off, “I told you I’d fix this, didn’t I? So this is me, fixing it.”
Something in Lance’s brain seems to click.
“Oh,” he replies dumbly.
Oh no, is what he means, no fucking way. He’s gonna die today.
Yup, today is the day.
“Okay, so…” Keith claps his hands, “scooch over, I need the space.”
Lance’s eyes widen, “You really gonna do this here? On the couch?”
“Is there a problem?”
Yes. There’s a ton of problems, actually. Not with Keith doing it on the couch, but still, there’s a problem. Tons of problems. These problems have problems. For one, Lance will probably die. For two, he can’t do this anymore. He can’t but he has to, and he will because his project is worth 40% of his final grade, he will because he has to. He has the moral duty to prove to Keith, and to himself, that he, as a matter of fact, can do this, even if he’ll end up hurt. Fuck his feelings.
“No, no, nope, no problem at all. I’m all up for jerking off on the couch, sign me the fuck up. It’s just…” Lance blows a raspberry, scratching the back of his head, looking around the room, uncertain. He can’t meet Keith’s eyes, “it looks too cramped, I think? I was just, uhm, thinking that maybe, I don’t know, you’d prefer doing this on a bed?”
Keith snorts, “Nah, it’s okay.”
Lance finally looks at him, searching his face, “You sure? Like, 100%?”
Keith rolls his eyes, “Yes Lance, don’t worry, just… keep the camera on me.”  
Lance sits upright, crisscrossing his legs, and points the camera at Keith.
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