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@kiernut-blog
@imnutting: alright im abt to spit some wild questions at yall.... be ready...
@imnutting: do you prefer dirrty christina aguilera or bionic christina aguilera?
@imnutting: do you prefer yonce or sasha fierce?
@imnutting: and be honest... bc i gotta kno man
( @maisiedix )
There is this warm person between the soft hums of bolsters and the fluttering eyelashes of laughter that Kieran’s been thinking about constantly. It is someone filled with delicate touches, and light colours, and sweet smells that wrap around him, constantly murmuring that this is exactly where he is supposed to be. It is delicate curls, creamy skin, and lips like freshly picked strawberries. Maisie. It’s no surprise that the gorgeous girl had been running through his mind non-stop since his love confession. Every time he thought about Maisie, he felt fuddled enough to feel the warmth spread through his limbs in a low buzzing roar, the disquietude slipping from his pores. He would find himself smiling mindlessly, the feeling of innate euphoria roaming through him every single time his mind wandered. It may seem a bit silly to anyone else but Kieran had never been this taken by someone before -- and to be honest, he never thought this day would come. The very idea of going on a date with Maisie had his stomach in the most pleasant knots; he was excited to finally spend some quality time with the girl that had been on his mind for years.
Honestly, if you told Kieran a year ago that he would be going on a date with the girl of his dreams, he would have laughed in your face. Now though, Maisie is still the main occupant to his mind, almost like a more conscious subconscious. He poured himself a glass of water at the diner, and he poured Maisie a glass too, bought himself a bagel and he gets Maisie one too. He use to go through thrift shops looking for band t-shirts, but now it was for band shirts and the weird hipster sun trinkets Maisie was obsessed with. It was even down to the simplest of things, like when he needs to run out to the shop and get some milk, he would find himself picking up a box of snacks that Maisie liked so she could nibble on them the next time she visited him. It was the type of routine you want to never forget, one you want to live forever. And to be completely honest, his love for Maisie is the only reason he devoted so much of his energy into making sure this evening would be absolutely perfect. He had numerous ideas rummaging around inside his brain; there were dinner ideas, more dinner ideas, and mostly just dinner ideas – he’s a bit bored of those, though. There were movie ideas, with actor themes, or genre themes, but really, they spend most of their time watching Netflix together anyway. Board games – Kieran thought he might own monopoly, but he wasn’t going to risk their relationship this early. And besides, none of the ideas sounded romantic or sensual or good enough, really. So, he had to use his own imagination and while his idea is very… plain, he still liked to think it was a little romantic.
So, that is essentially how Kieran found himself gently placing a fuzzy blanket onto a patch of grass in the middle of a field. The late pinkish glow of the sunset casted an illumination upon everything he was setting up. It was so hazy – content and hazy and that is how Kieran felt today; mind dazed as he gently laid a couple sunflowers onto the blanket and in this moment, he doesn’t think there is any other word that could properly describe how he felt. In fact, if he could choose any moment in time to press pause on, it would be this one. Where it’s all soft edges and scented candles. Content, perfect. He doesn’t speak much as he adjusts everything around the blanket – he was far too nervous for words right now. In any other situation, Kieran would be loud and wild and probably wouldn’t even care about how everything looked but it was different when it comes to Maisie. It was just that Kieran is so fucking in love, he is, and Maisie has him intoxicated on happiness like no other. The pretty girl made the world fuzzy and light and perfect, and Kieran just wanted to return the gesture somehow. He wanted to provide soft moments where they can just relax and kiss and love each other, so gently, like they’ve finally slowed the Earth’s spin simply by existing so close to one another.
The only way he knew how to do that was by providing a comfortable environment for the girl and the first thing on his list was a redo of their original night under the stars. Now, instead of screaming matches on the beach, the memory would be replaced with gentle touches and warm laughter. There was a silver tray nearby that contained homemade sandwiches and another one that had chocolate covered strawberries. There was a rather expensive bottle of wine (he even googled what wine worked best with chocolate) resting near the flowers. And his iPod was playing romantic piano music from his playlist called ‘Sunshine’. There were some pillows and some scented candles in little jars.. because why the fuck not? Everything was pretty and delicate, and Kieran hoped tonight would go as planned because Maisie truly deserved it.
And not only had he spent ages setting everything up, he also took hours getting ready. Kieran had spent the majority of his day trying to dress himself and failing miserably. It seemed that nothing looked good on him and he knew it was probably him just being picky but who could blame him? This was the first date he had been on in a while – the last date he went to was an absolute disaster and he pretty much swore off them after that. But he willing to make an exception for Maisie -- was willing to do anything for her, really. And eventually, after tossing shirt after shirt on his bed, Kieran had finally settled on an outfit. So, here he was, clad in his usual tight black jeans, a yellow dip shirt, and the most comfortable shoes. His eyes flickered towards the ground as he picked at his shirt (he only wore this one because it smelled of green apples and strawberries and the scent absolutely did not remind him of a certain girl) and he wondered if he was a little underdressed because it was not like he knew what Maisie planned on wearing. But he figured he was okay considering he was the one who knew what they would actually be doing today. Kieran had kept their little adventure a secret, despite Maisie’s protests because he wanted to sweep the girl off her feet. He had waited years for this moment; jotted down billions of date ideas into a little black journal as he yearned for this day to arrive. So yes, he was going to make this the most magical and cheesy date to ever exist and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
God, he is so in love.
Once Kieran was absolutely sure everything looked perfect (including himself), he pulled out his phone and sent Maisie a text: can’t wait to see you xx. A soft, excited giggle escaped his lips as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. He hoped Maisie would be quick to arrive because he was not sure he can spend another second waiting around. So, with butterflies fluttering around inside his stomach, Kieran picked up a single sunflower and settled down onto the blanket, waiting for his date to arrive.
sophiabaum:
“you got to see hamilton? lucky – both you and maggie! my fathers are such big fans of musicals, and yet here i am, still waiting for the day they would ship me over to new york again just so i could get the chance to see hamilton. maggie’s a lucky girl though – god, as much as i love the soundtrack, i can’t imagine how it’d be like to watch them perform live, in such a beautiful theater. what a dream!” sophia shrugged at his question, squinting an eye as she answered through a hesitant pace. “i guess? i don’t know how someone can finish a whole cake on their own – i mean i know i can’t. is it even possible? but uh– it’s worth the try?”
“yeah, i did! honestly, next time i go.. you can totally join me. my aunt is obsessed with getting tickets to every show but she never actually ends up going. she’s weird but seriously, come with me next time!” kieran grinned, fingers gently tugging at the hem of his shirt as he spoke. “i probably won’t be able to finish the whole cake and i don’t think it will... really do anything.. i mean, my body already hates me, so i highly doubt eating a shit ton of cake could damage it.. or well, add onto the damage that’s already been done.”
jackiepng:
“hamilton ! you saw it ! of course you did. lucky. i wish i knew people. also, about that cake — are you sure that’s a good idea? i mean, if you just take one slice now, you can have a slice later and save it for dessert tomorrow as well or something. i don’t know. um. all i know is that it definitely does not count as one of your five. definitely. yeah.”
“i did see it, yes! it was marvellous, jackie.. you should have come along or something. i mean, i didn’t have an extra ticket but i could have snuck in maggie and gave you her ticket. well, i don’t know. i kind of just have the urge to consume everything unhealthy in my sight right now.. i know it won’t -- i know i’ll do something stupid after but.. i might as well give into my urges, right? i’m going to fuck up my body later regardless of what i eat.”
sadieffs:
“everyone is really obsessed with that musical. like, is it really that good or are people overdoing it? i think people are overdoing it, but i also haven’t seen it so i guess my opinion isn’t all that valuable. sure, why not? i mean, it’s still cake though. if you want an honest, five hour rant about the importance of vegetables, you’re gonna have to as my mom. so, in spite of that, i’d say because of how much cake there is, that should count as more than one serving of vegetables.”
“hamilton is fucking iconic. no one is overdoing anything, trust me. i mean, even the soundtrack is a blessing to my ears.. i listen to it everyday.. it’s just pure fucking genius. well, i don’t think i need an hour long rant.. i just want my answer. i’m kind of feeling.. weird today, i guess. want to see if i can eat this whole cake but i don’t want to like.. fuck up my body or whatever.” kieran giggled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
miicvh:
“you got to see hamilton? i bet that was a great experience. sometimes i just want the whole cast to just adopt me cause they seem so nice. is that weird to say? sorry, that was weird.” he looked down to the floor in hopes to hide his blush. “um– i think the whole cake thing kinda cancels out any nutritional value the carrots give so it probably only counts as like point twenty-five percent of one of your five a day.” micah finally looked back up at the other.
“um yeah? i told you this declan.. you told me you wanted me to put your nut in a bag and take you along with me. but bro, i’m surprised i was even able to go. it was a gift from one of my relatives.. they live in new york and kinda have a great life. i wish i lived with them, to be honest, but i’m too attached to amber springs to ever leave. and nah, that’s not weird... i mean, you know.. i thought you’d say you wanna bang them but.. adoption is cool.” kieran muttered as his eyebrows edged upwards, the confusion evident on his face. “dude, are you okay? you’re being really fuckin’ weird.”
taejccn:
——– “ i have been eating sunflower seaweed for the past five days & honestly i just wanted something good for you. usually i don’t resort to eating a full course meal this late, but i didn’t know what else to do. i feel like i was a runnin’ car & this is just my gasoline. don’t worry, i’ll be running down the streets tomorrow naked or something. ” he was joking - for the most part.
——– “ that sounds REALLY interesting but um.. what the fuck is sunflower seaweed? ”
“i’m finally back from my trip to new york. hamilton was amazing.. don’t ask me how i got tickets.. i just know people. and you know what the best part is? maggie has been blasting the soundtrack all day because she loved it so much. but anyway, as a reward for being such a great father, i feel like it’s the perfect opportunity to now address this thought that has been rattling my brain for a good hour. okay, so if carrots are true vegetables then does that mean i can eat this whole carrot cake i made and it’ll count as one of my five a day?”
@imnutting: LISTNE I FUCKING TOLD YALL ALEINS AND CLONES WERE REAL!!! NO ONE LISTENED WHEN I SHOWED U GUYS MY COSPRIACY THEORIES U ALL SCREAMED 'KIERAN THEMOON LANDING WASNT FAKE' AND
@imnutting: THEN YALL SAID HSIT LIKE UMM! ! ! BEYONCE DOENS THVA E ACLONE?? SIT DOWN KEIRNNAAN!!! AND NOW LOOK WHOS FCKUCKCIN RIGHT!!! THIS GUY
@imnutting: DECLAN GOT CLONED SOMEONE TOOK SOME NUT FROM THAT PZIZA AND MADE ANOTHER ONE OF HI FUCK YLALL FOR SAYING I WAS WRONG
@imnutting: i HATE THIS IM UFNFBUDHFNJSM FUCKC I CANT BELEIV EI KNOW A CLONE,,,
@imnutting: what the fuck why are there 2 declans i m deleint gmy existence i cant have another one of him ogbdbey
duhitsvera:
“i haven’t had any dick in almost two weeks. i can feel myself getting weaker, sicker. the end is near for me.”
“okay, calm the fuck down. shove a dildo in you and you’ll be fine.”
natewyd:
“listen to me! we’re living in a capitalist hell hole. the time is now! let’s all start stealing shit. no one can stop us if we’re collectively shoplifting.”
“you’re so fucking right, my guy. did you know that dumb crayon company, crayola or whatever, invented the colour purple to support the bourgeoisie? like yellow? that’s a normal colour. red? hell yeah, bitch. purple? nah man, that’s some capitalist bullshit. they’re just trying to push us to spend our money on things when we don’t need to. i mean, purple is the colour of royalty or some shit... what the fuck is up with that?”
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christianpng:
CHRISTIAN: soooooo…. CHRISTIAN: i have good and bad news pal CHRISTIAN: which one would you like to hear first??
KIERAN: uhhh bad??? i guess.... man idk. KIERAN: just fucking kill me, honestly.
jfcdxisy:
‘ okay okay i know sometimes i’m kinda insensitive but, i need you to riddle me this. ’ daisy said as she put her tray with the dirty plates she just picked up down on the table. ‘ I have this… friend, shit– okay she’s not my friend but I dated her cousin so we kinda hung out & she thinks we’re friends; anyway… ’ she started again. ‘ she’s a big girl, alright & i’m all in for body positivity & all that stuff so this ain’t me tryna bash her because she’s plus size. ’ she cleared up & then sighed. ‘ she has been jumping into that eff your beauty standards movement thing, good for her right ? you go girl, embrace your fatass… but, & here’s my issue & i kinda feel i’m being a bitch about it but god dammit ain’t it stupid when someone who proclaims to be plus size & proud does EVERYTHING to lose weight ? ! ? ’ she asked as she groaned & sat down. ‘ like if you’re proud, but are trying to get rid of what makes you proud of yourself… that’s not being proud of it at all right ? like no, Stephanie, you are not proud of being plus size if you want to be skinny, it don’t work that way hoe, ya feel ? what do you think ? am i actually being a cunt or… ’
‘ right. i’m going to need you to get me like... three shots of tequila if i’m going to have this conversation. ’ kieran sighed, fingers gently rubbing his temples. ‘ there is nothing wrong with wanting to lose weight -- you can be body positive and love being plus size and want to lose weight, okay ? maybe she wants to lose a couple pounds for health reasons. maybe she doesn’t even wanna lose THAT much. and even if she did, who fucking cares ? let her live her damn life. she doesn’t owe anyone an explanation. ’
