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jessicacapshaw

CHARACTER AESTHETIC: the astrophile.

“keep your eyes on the s t a r s, and your feet on the g r o u n d.“

#about

jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018

#photo tag: this idiot #photos #//probs private tho

luxxsinclair-blog

“Calm down, okay? I’m seriously not that bad, but if you keep panicking it’s gonna make me panic and that will make everything a lot worse.. That person back there is fine, they weren’t watching where they are going. So it really wasn’t my fault, it was their own stupid fault.”

callum-zakaria

“What the fuck, Lux. You just ran into someone, you need to pull over. I can’t believe you drove us all the way to Starbucks.”

#lux

museinspo

museinspo’s aesthetic series — the flower child

i am the flower child who will NOT wilt.

#about #just flower beards

wtfwazowski-blog

she’s the supreme.

@ginnyroo @matty-supreme @callum-zakaria @samanthamillercru @grace-mckenzie

#hc #matty

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frat boys eat so much damn food | cas

casxtroy

❝Can’t be as weird as Casu marzu. ❞ Hazel eyes catch brown and there’s a mock shiver at the mention of the exotic cheese. But really, it’s exciting, learning or tasting something he doesn’t quite know. ❝Must be good then, I think the closest thing I’ve had to that might’ve been coconut rice—So is it a family recipe or? ❞ He can’t help the snort that follows the observation. While it’s true? He can’t say he minds much. It’s his time to decompress from everything surrounding when he’s blasting classical music and rolling his sleeves up to prepare ingredients and cook wear. ❝So long as they’re not wasting it, I don’t mind making it.❞ He wanders to the fruit next, odd shapes and colorful varieties. Until his gaze settles on something familiar from childhood—He’s rather surprised to see it in the first place really. Miracle fruit. ❝We need two pounds of that for science.❞

callum-zakaria

Callum laughs outright at the other’s expression. Maggot cheese, lord have mercy. He runs a hand through his hair in a poor attempt to compose himself. What is this. Them, hanging out, talking about their childhoods. When Castor’s eyes meet his own it’s almost like things are a little too perfect. “Kind of. It’s a pretty basic recipe. It’s just that it’s supposed to be cooked in a clay pot, but I don’t think we’ll find one of those.” A rice cooker, that could substitute. It wouldn’t quite be the same as when his own mother cooked the dish, but Callum knows that most things aren’t the same now.”And then they eat it all by the time I get back to the house, but I guess I forgive you” Callum runs his hands through the crate of oblong red berries, they remind him a little of mike and ikes. He perks up a little at that keyword. “For science?”

#cas

bvstardwalsh

❝ What’d you get for four?❞ His own gaze drifts down to his own paper as he scratches out the problem on his scrap piece and takes another swig of much too sweet coffee before popping open the milk and diluting for his own health. It doesn’t take a genius to tell the subject makes Callum a tad apprehensive—But then, Bastian doesn’t exactly expect to be floored by the overall admission.. ❝Both of you are horrible--I swear to bloody christ the pinning is gonna go and drive the rest of us mad in that house. ❞ He snorts and lets his own gaze lower back down to the paper, pencil scratching away a few numbers before he gives the last thought on the subject. ❝ If he likes you as much as you like him—He’ll walk away from it. Quitting to T.A. another class is acceptable isn’t it?❞

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Callum flips around his own notebook, the margins full of doodles, trading Bas the correct matrix for the bottle of milk. He opts to just drink the milk- that Starbucks frappe seemed utterly void of caffeine. He ignores the complaint on pining. Yeah, he’d already made plans to spend the rest of the semester moping.. “Oh,” His hand stops for a moment, pen hovering above paper. “I think that’s viable, but we both value our education so much... I’ll try to bring it up to him.” In recent years, his relationship with Bas has evolved from antagonistic loosened salt shaker pranks to an oddly casual mutualism. He’s grateful for the suggestion, something plain that should’ve occurred to him. At least it would save his Lambda brothers from a house of pure pining.

#bas

bvstardwalsh

❝ If there’s no noise complaint in the neighborhood they aren’t doing it right.❞ There’s a certain unwelcome feeling he can’t quite pinpoint when it comes to Callum. Theirs was a friendship started by convenience. Of like minds in terms of studiousness—And beacons of sanity at respective family gatherings. But try as he might? It’s evolved beyond the playful antagonism & synchronized side eye. He’d genuinely like to see Callum something other than stressed and overworked. And honestly? He only really seems to let his guard down around one particular individual these days. It’d really take a dense idiot not to note the mutual interest. ❝ I call bullshit, it’s a disturbing amount of babyface on a fine tuned body.❞ Bas lofts a sardonic brow. ❝ You’re talking like a can’t do both. ❞

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“Damn right.” Again, his attention strays back to the problem sets before him. This is what he’s for, even if he can barely keep his eyes open. His pen continues across the notebook and he waves Bas off with one hand. “Doesn’t bother me, he’s fine.” Callum mumbles. His work continues like this, focusing on his own work and letting the other talk on about babyfaces and twinks. “Bas, you can barely walk and talk at the same time— Look, can you just drop this thing. My adviser won’t let me switch out of his class, and I don’t want to lose credit. So nothing’s going to happen with Castor and me.” He holds Bas’s gaze before abruptly returning to the study material. It’s easier than dealing with the dejection.

#bas

samanthamillercru

You don’t have to bribe me, I’ll get you some coffee for free.

callum-zakaria

Noo, come on. You need to respect your coffee making talents.

#samantha

bvstardwalsh

❝ Not bad—Highway to hell, cello rendition. All the good musicians are dead and there’s no way I’m not being buried to live music.❞ It’s not like he doesn’t know the bloke about as well as his cousin by now right? Or dated one of the people that happens to know him the most. ❝You’re into the twink thing?❞ A mild look of amusement follows as unscrews the top of his drink and takes a swig. ❝ Funny, could’ve sworn your type ran more along the lines of Campus dad. ❞

callum-zakaria

“I respect that. Cellos are definitely the way to go.” Their conversations are primarily limited to school affairs and Walsh family gossip, and only very rarely and drunkenly do they discuss Callum’s love life. “First of all, Zac Efron is a twunk, and he’s everyone’s thing.” Callum takes another drink from the bottle, choking a little. But that’s more from Bas’s comment than the saccharine laced coffee. He clears his throat, “Fuck, this is disgusting.. Were you planning on studying or just being your regular nuisance?”

#bas

tamcras-deactivated20180924

“I’d get you coffee whenever you needed it. Don’t be silly! Come down to the kitchen with me and I can make some for you? I got these cute chai flavoured things in the other day too if you wanna’ try.”

callum-zakaria

“You’re actually an angel, Tam.” He loves her like a sister, but his head is aching and foggy and her energy just makes him feel worse Nonetheless, he gives her a grateful smile, getting up to follow her down to the kitchen.

#tammy

bvstardwalsh

❝ What song do you want played at your funeral?❞ His expression is placid, as he returns with two bottles of sugared up crap, mocha something-ccino. And extra bottle of milk. ❝This is more like diabetes to go.❞ He nudges the drink toward the over worked brunet and settles among his own books with an emphatic shake of the bottle. ❝ And more importantly should Troy give the eulogy as the grieving widower? ❞

callum-zakaria

“Easy, ‘This Must Be the Place’ Talking Heads. What about you?” Callum squints at the nutrition label, then, wishing he hadn’t looked, he cracks open the bottle and takes a swig. He makes about another line of progress in his math problem before he stops again. Really, did everyone in Lambda know about his horrible crush.He gives a small nod in complete serious, “I love Zac Efron, that would be amazing.”

#bas

bvstardwalsh

❝ How are you still alive?❞ There’s a brief look of bemusement spared, before the brunet rolls his eyes and moves to his feet— ❝Keep it, your notes are neater than mine. I’ll copy them as payment. ❞ and towards the vending machine. ❝ Starbucks is as good as it gets right now…❞

callum-zakaria

“Literally just hanging on for fucking linear algebra.” Callum shakes his head in an attempt to refocus on the notebooks in front of him. For as much coffee he drinks, he’s never cared much for quality. “Caffeine is caffeine.”

#bas

“I’m not even kidding, I’m about to pass out. —what about five dollars? Will that convince you to get me some coffee?”

#cru;starter #//hes like borderline narcoleptic ://

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frat boys eat so much damn food | cas

casxtroy

❝Complicated stuff? ❞ His interest is peaked at the mention of food, even more so at the fact the brunet might enjoy the other fast paced end of the spectrum. It seemed almost impossible really, Callum was the anathema of exercise. Beyond that mythical bowling team. ❝Yeah, I suppose so.❞ there’s a hint of a smile in place as he works his way through a neatly stacked pile of avocados on display. ❝Yeah, they were both really big on international cuisine—It was a pain in the ass pronouncing the ingredients when I was a kid.❞ His nose crinkled before he motioned the next vendor over, and made a beeline for the french green beans and sweet potatoes.

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“More like.. weird stuff.” Callum gives a little shrug before elaborating, “Uh, it’s called pongal? It’s this type of dessert mostly with rice and milk, for this Tamil festival. I make it with my sisters.” He’s rarely this vocal about his own family life, but he can picture a miniature Troy struggling to pronounce ‘parmigiano’ and he figures it’s okay to reciprocate. “I guess it paid off, now you just have to cook for the whole frat.” The two are about to move on and Callum adds another avocado to Castor’s bag- it’s an addiction. At the next stand, a small jar of cardamom and cashews follow after.