Protect the flock! From JP and Hachette!
What are you doing right now?
Besides posting on here and replying to this thread. Original credit for this goes back to Fate and Nathan on MX.
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Permalink Reply by nathan_p on
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Back after talking for about a year about spring break plans.
We're going to Hawaii ._.
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Why does that sound like my life oh god
Hawaii... I barely remember it. I was like six or seven the last time we went, and that's ten years ago.
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I remember liking Luxor 'cause it was shiny inside. And I think the soap smelled nice. *was like six XD*
It's... the weather is nice. And they have whales, omg. -
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I wouldn't really know. The boat was pretty, uh, stable, I remember. Liked the plane ride.
Europe omigod. AP Euro made me want to go... and AP Spanish made me realize I'm too shy to. I speak rapid, mumbly, accented English anyway, barely speak Spanish... -
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I'm just like "*history geek history geek* *remembers dorky accent* :(((((" The accent was why I was all quiet and withdrawn in England *stupid like that*
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Permalink Reply by Xuut on
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Remembering I have a Science project and homework due tomorrow.
>.> And I was so happy I didn't have any homework.
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I have to share this. Even though it kinda sucks and oh my fuck present tense nuuuuu
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Roland can see the stress in Jeb’s eyes, in the tension of his body. He slips into the lounge one morning, jokingly calls out to him. “What evil plans are you up to this morning?”
Jeb laughs. “At the moment? I’m making cocoa.”
Roland is reassured: the Jeb he remembers, the man with the sense of humor he loves, is still there, under the worn nerves.
He steps closer, looks over Jeb’s shoulder. “Whipped cream on hot chocolate?” Just like coffee, Roland believes that hot chocolate should optimally be drunk plain.
Roland grabs Jeb’s hand, takes the whipped cream from him, sprays a little whipped cream into the palm, licks it off. “Tastes better on you than it ever could on hot chocolate,” he decides.
Jeb laughs again, grabs Roland, and kisses him. He doesn’t taste like chocolate -- no, if anything, he tastes faintly of toothpaste.
Such is life when you and your lover are mad scientists.
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