Bowen Yates and Hudson Reilly playing in the bathtub. 1999.
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Bowen Yates and Hudson Reilly playing in the bathtub. 1999.
BROWEN:
“Hudson, you are positively primeval. Such simple things created to make our lives easier should not warrant your devotion, rather it should be things that naturally occur such as the shade of a tree.”
"Thank you for that totally unneeded wave of negativity, Bo. I'm just trying to lighten the air with some interesting facts about the future, and I thought that you of all people would value me for researching the topic. My icebreaker will be about the creation of shady trees next time, though, so look out for that."
"Tomorrow, Eugene Polley will invent the TV remote, which will change our lives forever. Thanks, Gene, now we'll be able to flip through the channels without having to leave the comfort of the couch. He's truly my biggest hero."
message / alec
alec: nothing.
alec: what's up with you.
hudson: that suxxxxxxx ://
hudson: eating strawberries and watching tv :))
message / alec
alec: heyyyyy :)
alec: what do you want.
hudson: what's upppp :)
hudson: nothinnnn :)))))))))))))))))))
message / alec
alec: what
hudson: :) ur supposed to say "hey" silly :)
hudson: :)
message / alec
hudson: heyyyyyyyyyy
@HUFATHER posted on instagram.
#onthegrind #allday (honestly the most dishonest hashtags ever i climbed on the wall to take this pic and that's it)
♥ 1678 ✉ 10
Him: We finish each other’s s- Me: -ocial justice rants
Sitting at the table, Elora nodded along as he talked, listening to what he was saying. “Personally, I don’t like the marshmallows. I find the sweet taste and the texture of them disgusting. I prefer the oat pieces. If you’d like I could help or even do the task for you? I wouldn’t mind, it would keep me busy. When I’d be done, I could keep the oaty parts to myself, and I could give the marshmallows to you.” She offered, hoping he’d let her, she didn’t want him upset because they wouldn’t buy him the specially bagged marshmallows.
"You don't like the marshmallows? You see, I pictured you as a Lucky Charms marshmallow kind of girl. Sometimes you just can't trust your intuition, I suppose. I'd rather not spend my day sorting cereal, I mean, I'm not doubting the excitement of the task, but I'd much rather watch the NBA Finals. I don't want to pin this job down on you, either. You should find something better to do than oat and sugar separation. My reccomendation would be watcching the NBA Finals, of course." The umber headed boy chuckled, taking another scoop of Lucky Charms into his mouth.
⇝ “Hudson, does it really require so many words to declare your love for Lucky Charms’ marshmallows and your animosity for the oat pieces?” She regards him with a dry expression, annoyed by his excessive speech, and that his voice carried so well it always managed to distract her from her studies. With her book still open in her lap, she adds, “Maybe they won’t buy you a five gallon bag, because if they did you’d never shut up — not that you’re very good at that now.”
"Yes, m'dear, it does, indeed. You see, Cora, you have to have an ardent release of feelings in order to get points across, and I cannot express my ideas in a small amount of words. Sure, your reply was impolite and it definitely burst a bubble in my elation, but you understand my feelings towards Lucky Charms marshmallows now, don't you?" His proclamation comes out clear and coherent, as his speech always is. There's a settled-in smirk smeared across his purplish-pink lips, and the talkative boy is pratically radiating with vigor. It's insane that someone could be so enthused by the topic of cereal marshmallows. "I bet if I work them down a bit more, I'l have my 'mallows in no time."
“I didn’t know they sold boxes of just the marshmallows. But then again, I’ve never been quite fond of Lucky Charms, so what would I know? They’re too sugary for me.”
"Yeah, they do, you've just got to buy them off of websites. It's worth it, though. They do all the work that I don't want to do, and then I pay a standard fee for their labor and the marshmallows. Woah. That's insane, kid. They're seventy-five percent oat-pieces, how's that too sweet? You've got a different taste, there, buddy. A taste that doesn't agree with mine, that is."
“Bro it’s so dark here.” “Nah bro it’s fine” “Why bro?” “Cause bro you light up my world” “Bro…”