#honourablelordzuko

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@honourablelordzuko replied to your photo: this is my beautiful son, newt

Newt looks majestic

he's actually not he's just a goof

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honourablelordzuko

  i HATE this for once i am in the mood to actually...

Noooooooooo

i’m SO mad

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I can’t believe that I’ve never brought up the mountain goats to you before especially with how much I listen to “This Year”. Also “Art Exhibit” by Young the Giant is great; I love their music video aesthetic too.

i started listening to art exhibit and went OHHH THIS ONE I LIKE THIS ONE so that’s a good sign. i guess i’ve heard it before somewhere????? either way its good

my song for YOU is

o valencia! by the decemberists

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honourablelordzuko said:

I just realized I forgot to send a pairing with that but now I’ve blanked and can’t think of one oops

I’m gonna do this for the main couple from the NaNo story I’m writing, and as an apology for using this ask to write self-indulgent OC fluff, I’ll put both of those prompts in. 

♧: One character playing with the other’s hair ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together Winter in Aaclia came with cool mists and days with little sun, and Ian counted himself lucky to have a boyfriend who was, in many ways, a portable space heater. Well. He counted himself lucky to have Kesper in his life for many reasons, most of them considerably more substantial than physical comfort, but at the moment, this was what was on his mind. 

“I can’t believe you’re still cold when you’re wearing that many layers,” Kesper grumbled from where he was sprawled across Ian’s lap. Ian had been on the couch first; Kesper was the one who had walked in and decided the best course of action was to lie across all of it, his head resting on Ian’s leg as a warm, heavy weight. 

“I can’t believe the person who can literally change his body temperature to be comfortable in any situation is lecturing me about this,” Ian said back, sliding the book he was reading aside so he could look down at Kesper. “Thanks, though.” 

Kesper shrugged, waving a hand to dismiss the thanks as he continued flipping through his old, worn journal. it was a calmer motion now than the anxious, tight movements he’d made back when they’d been flirting with each other across the infirmary desk; Ian smiled to see Kesper relaxed, his guard entirely down. His hair had been tied back earlier in the day, but was coming undone now; Ian let one of his hands drop down into Kesper’s copper-gold hair, pulling out the hair tie and starting to comb through the long hair. Kesper hummed, shooting a look up at Ian. 

“Hey,” he said, trying to sound like he was protesting but with far too much amusement. 

“Hey, yourself,” Ian replied. “You were the one who decided that my lap was a good place to rest, Kes.” 

“It is,” Kesper asserted, dropping the book off one side of the couch and curling in toward Ian. “You’re comfortable.” 

“Thanks,” Ian said, unsure how much of a compliment that was supposed to be; Kesper didn’t respond, just smiling and letting his eyes fall shut. Ian smiled, glad that Kesper was relaxed–but a moment or two later, as Kesper’s breathing evened out and became deeper, he paused. 

Kesper had…just fallen asleep on him. He must have been more tired than Ian realized; he could feel the blood in his legs being slowly cut off, but feeling in his lower body was something he could worry about later, when Kesper wasn’t warm against him and unworried for a moment. 

Ian sighed, smiling at the waves of heat that were still coming off of his sleeping boyfriend. He supposed there were worse times for a nap than now, and tugged a cushion over from the other side of the couch to shove behind his head. Someone would probably come to wake them up before dinner. 

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im so worried that you think im just a nuisance, that you’re just friends bc you pity mei have ppl tell me all the time that it isn’t true, that they love me for who i am, but sometimes i feel like i’m just an accessory, im forgettableive had a lot of experience in my past with people dropping me like yesterdays trash as mary sue as that sounds lmao but i really worry about that, i’m slowly getting betterI wish I didn’t have to ask for validation and recognition so often, i wish i could just believe that you really care for me!!!as much as you do bc its rude!!! its so rude for me to think that you’re lyingim trying really hard not to be like this, and i’m getting better, but all i ask is for you to be patient with me, i hope it doesn’t run out

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honourablelordzuko

  Cosmere au: bridge 4 at Walmart

No one can stop lopen from having an extra hour in the ball pit

dont do this

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Cosmere au: bridge 4 at Walmart

oh my god

poor kaladin. he just wanted to take rock grocery shopping and the whole crew found out. eventually rock leaves him to go fuck around with everyone else

so hes left by himself desperately grabbing whatever the hell he thinks goes in horneater stew because honestly

he doubts even rock actually knows

lopen found that big basket with all the dodgeballs and things in it

coincidentally, lopen has disappeared

have i mentioned

it’s 3am. why did kaladin do this to himself

teft has made himself busy organizing those 3 for $5 boxes of candy by type

rock is looking desperately for lopen

where did that little man go

the ball cage giggles every time someone passes by it

moash is trying to get a copy of assassin’s creed from the locked cabinet without calling an employee

renarin is trying to help kaladin but he’s completely useless. he’s not used to having to get the $2 knockoff of the $10 brand name product

kaladin is trying his best to be patient with him and explain that he’s on a very tight budget

he’s actually not

he’s just a stingy motherfucker and renarin knows it

sigzil is in the little book aisle searching through all the shitty romance novels for anything of interest

renarin passes the ball cage on his way to join sig

why is the ball cage laughing

where is lopen

rock has given up on the search, instead opting to find the smallest kiddie tricycle he can and is riding it up and down the aisles

it’s gotta be 4am by now

kaladin has two carts of groceries he’s pushing by himself

rock runs into him

the manager kicks them out, bug kaladin desperately pleas to just buy his fucking groceries it’s all he wanted i’m sorry my friends are like this

he haggles for years

he wins, and eventually while he’s being rung up an alarm sounds

moash walked out with his stolen copy of assassin’s creed

claimed he forgot about it

kaladin throws it on the pile with his stuff, because when is he not paying for these idiots and their stupid unnecessary things

sigzil slips a couple notebooks into the pile

kaladin loses his shit

where did the notebooks come from

why are you guys like this

eventually it’s all sorted out somehow and the entire crew piles into their shared mini cooper

how the fuck does rock fit in that thing

how do they all fit in there

how do their groceries fit in there on top of it

who knows

kaladin is angry driving all the way back home

moash opens his mouth to apologize

kaladin turns on his 80′s synthpop pandora station because he is NOT having it and only vanilla ice understands him

they get home

rock takes the groceries in and gets started on dinner

moash gleefully starts the xbox up

peace has settled

but

something feels wrong

the head count is off

where the fuck is lopen

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Sophomore year of high school we had to read A Separate Peace by John Knowles; I have never hated a book so much. We were forced to sit through the movie too. After the class finished reading, the honors kids (me included) had to write a compare and contrast essay. I chose White Fang for my second book and pretty much spent the entire essay using it to say just how dreadful I thought the other was while avoiding outright saying it was the worst thing I had ever read.

I gotta say I had to google A Separate Peace because I TOO HAVE NOT READ THIS BOOK. But I DO love the diplomatic dance it takes to absolutely SLAM a bad book in the most academic language possible. I wish you could do like dramatic readings of academic essays but put like wrestling music on in the background and have an audience react in real time. I think it would be entirely appropriate. That’s always the sound effects I had going in my head when I wrote particularly stinging academic ass beatings.

(I haven’t read White Fang either I AM A TOTAL FAILURE. One day, however, maybe I will read it and I too will think that it is much better than A Separate Peace.)