quotes from alex turner's favourite authors that make me want to put my face through a wall:
"although i have never been an actor in the strict sense of the word, i have nevertheless, in real life, always carried about with me a small folding theatre" - vladimir nabokov, despair
"there is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts," - albert camus
"there is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself" - raymond chandler
"at eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air" - vladimir nabokov
"no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge" - joseph conrad
"everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it" - david foster wallace
"we're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. how else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?" - david foster wallace
"i turn over a new leaf every day, but the blots show through" - keith waterhouse
"the truth will set you free. but not until it's finished with you" - david foster wallace
"curiosity is insubordination in its purest form" - vladimir nabokov
"i'm me and nobody else; and whatever people think i am or say i am, that's what i'm not, because they don't know a bloody thing about me" - alan sillitoe
"we live as we dream; alone” - joseph conrad
"i liked, as i like still, to make words look self-conscious and foolish, to bind them by mock marriage of a pun, to turn them inside out, to come upon them unwares" - vladimir nabokov, despair
"whatever you get paid attention to for is never what you think is most important about yourself" - david foster wallace
"i continued to stir my tea long after it had done all it could with the milk” - vladimir nabokov, despair
"i remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind" - edgar allan poe
"all the information i have about myself is from forged documents" - vladimir nabokov, despair
"how odd i can have all this inside me and to you its just words" - david foster wallace
"you will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. you will never live if you're looking for the meaning of life" - albert camus
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Cute autumn-themed nicknames for Willex plz and thank you, because PROMPTS ARE FUN YAY PROMPTS
Hello hi Inny I am SO SO SORRY I swear I have been staring at this for the whole month it's been in my inbox and just haven't had the spoons to writeeeee!! But here you goooo, hope you enjoy and it makes up for how long it took!!!
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Willie likes nicknames, okay? Sue him, they're cute little things to call the people he cares about! And if it happens to startle fun reactions out of them, all the better! They have a whole list they cycle through of silly things to call their boyfriend, and the way he blushes when they call him Hotdog or Drummer Boy never fails to make Willie's heart skip a beat or two.
So yeah, Willie likes nicknames. However, even though Alex enjoys being called by nicknames (at least by Willie), he's not usually one to use them. Until now apparently.
"I got your favorite, Pumpkin," Alex says as Willie wanders out of his bedroom at nearly 11 am.
"You're the best," Willie mumbles, taking the paper cup from him and relaxing into his arms. "Did you already have work this morning?"
"Yeah, I had to open," Alex explains, pulling Willie up against his chest. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Thank you," Willie responds, turning their head to kiss the side of Alex's neck without dislodging their place on his shoulder. "Late shifts are going to kill me."
"Please don't die," Alex murmurs, nuzzling his hair. "I'd miss you too much."
Willie chuckles. "I'll try."
He finally takes a sip of the coffee Alex brought home for him and sighs happily at the warm, chocolatey flavor of the mocha. As his brain wakes up though, he realizes something important about what Alex said earlier.
"Wait, this isn't pumpkin," he says, glancing up at his boyfriend in confusion.
Alex's brow furrows. "No?" he agrees, though it sounds more like a question. "You don't like pumpkin in your coffee?"
"Well yeah, but you said you got my favorite, pumpkin," Willie clarifies, rubbing a hand over his eyes to clear away the sleepiness.
"Oh," Alex says then, and a familiar blush starts to spread over his cheeks. "Sorry, no, I was trying to call you Pumpkin, not talk about the coffee flavor. Cause-" Alex cuts himself off to wave a hand down at Willie's body.
Willie looks down, confused, before realizing the shorts they'd slept in were bright orange. They stare for a second, then burst out laughing. "I didn't even notice," they admit.
Alex smirks and pulls them in closer. "I figured, since those aren't even yours I don't think."
"Since when do you have shorts like this?" Willie asks, still giggling.
"Since Reggie got them for me as a gag gift in August," Alex explains. "They look way better on you though."
"You called me a pumpkin," Willie points out.
"A really cute pumpkin," Alex counters.
Willie raises an eyebrow and takes a long, slow sip of his coffee.
"Well fine, should I call you something else then?" Alex offers.
Willie bites their lip to keep from smiling too much. "Well what did you have in mind?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Sanderson," Alex teases, backing up and releasing Willie.
"Oooo, which sister am I?" Willie retorts, setting down their drink and following Alex into the kitchen.
"Oh, Sarah, definitely," Alex declares. "You've got the great hair and everything."
"So I'm the pretty one then?" Willie says, making a show of tossing said hair. It's definitely still a mess from him not tying it up before bed, but oh well.
"You are and you know it," Alex responds, smirking and leaning over to peck him on the cheek.
Willie tries to chase him for a proper kiss, but Alex turns around to face the stove. "Hey!" Willie protests.
"Sorry, I gotta make brunch, Maizy," Alex says, not sounding all that sorry.
"Okay, I'll bite, 'Maizy?'" Willie asks, moving over to cuddle up against Alex's warm back.
"Julie was going on a whole tipsy rant last week about how corn in Spanish is Maize, and so a corn maze is actually a Maize maze," Alex explains. He nudges Willie's arm aside just enough for him to reach the fridge and pull out an egg carton. "Plus, you're both corny and a-maze-ing, so it seemed fitting."
Willie can't help but giggle at the story. "Wow, so I'm pretty and corny and orange, good to know," they joke.
"Well the orange is temporary," Alex points out as he cracks a couple of eggs into a shallow bowl and whisks them around with a fork. "I suppose calling you Hot Chocolate would be more permanently accurate."
"Wowwww, comparing my physical appearance to food? Very progressive of you," Willie teases, knowing full well that's not what Alex meant.
"Hush you," Alex laughs, reaching around to poke Willie gently in the side with his free hand. "1, you're hot. 2, you're like the sweetest person I've ever known. 3, you drink so much cocoa in the winter that I swear you have a second stomach just for the stuff. And 4, it is not my fault that that paint chip EXACTLY matched your hair color."
"Hey don't you start on my beverage choices," Willie retorts, grinning and hooking his chin over Alex's shoulder to watch him throw the first piece of egg/milk soaked bread onto the frying pan. "You drink just as much tea as I do cocoa."
"It wasn't a critique, just a comment," Alex says, smiling like he's trying not to laugh. "Although I'm gonna run out of nicknames if you keep shooting them down this fast."
And somehow that's the thing that catches Willie off guard. Because Alex doesn't really call people nicknames. Let alone spend time thinking about various options.
Alex must feel Willie stiffen against his back, because he turns so he can wrap an arm around Willie's waist. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep," he says softly. "You just... you always have a ton of them for me, and I like it and you like it, so I wanted to return the favor. Or something. I don't know. Random thought while I was waiting up for you last night."
Willie quickly shakes their head. "No I don't mind," they say, catching Alex's gaze and smiling. "It just kinda surprised me I guess."
"So-" Alex starts, but Willie slaps a hand over his mouth before he can finish.
"You don't get to apologize for being the cutest and sweetest boyfriend ever," Willie informs him, before shifting his hand over to cup Alex's jaw and pushing up on his tiptoes to finally capture his lips with their own.
Alex chuckles against their mouth and pulls them closer, returning the kiss happily. They keep it short, since there's still food on the stove, but Willie stays glued to Alex's side while he finishes cooking.
Once everything is turned off and they're both settled at the table with their plates of french toast, Willie asks, "So do I get to see the whole list now?"
Alex groans, hiding his face in his hands. Willie suspects it's to conceal his smile. "You'll get the rest of them eventually," Alex promises. "Probably."
"I'm going to hold you to that, Applejack," Willie laughs.
Alex using nicknames is new. But Willie could definitely get used to it.
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Winter/X-mas Prompts #7: “If you’re cold they’re cold, let them in.” - “That’s a raccoon.” Luke pairing of your choice
He's neck deep in a song, music and melodies flowing through his brain, out his pen, but the lyrics aren't coming as easily as he would like. His humming and mumbling had long since driven Alex and Bobby away, leaving only Reggie (who was hyper-focussed on trying to make a friendship bracelet for Julie) and Willie behind in the living room.
Willie was fiddling with clay, sculpting tiny little antlers for his latest long furby monstrosity. It was snowing outside, the fake fireplace was going (Alex did not trust them enough to buy a house with a real fireplace, and he was right to), and all in all it would be a perfect cozy afternoon if he weren't stuck on this damn chorus.
"Oh hey," Willie said suddenly, breaking the not-quite-silence-because-Luke-wouldn't-stop-humming-the-same-four-notes. "Kitty's here."
"Hmm?" Luke asked, not looking up from his songbook. Maybe if he swapped the words around, it would be easier to find a rhyme with 'forget'.
"The stray I've been feeding. Don't tell Alex and Bobby." Yeah, Lex and Bobbert were all weird about rabies and fleas sometimes.
"It's freezing outside," Reggie said, worried. "Maybe we should make it like a little box or something, with some warm blankets?"
"If you're cold, they're cold, let them in," Luke muttered, half-remembering some kind of commercial that had been on TV a lot when he was a kid. Yeah, 'forget' worked way better as a final word.
He ignored the chill of Willie opening the sliding door, making cooing noises at the stray cat until it apparently came inside. "Do you want some smoked salmon, baby?" he asked. "Do you want to be a bougie boy? Yes you do!"
With the chorus finished, he could go on to the part where he'd switch off with Julie, maybe with Reggie too. He ignored Reggie whispering excitedly that Kitty was 'just so cute', ignored Willie sitting back down, ignored the little smacking sounds of a cat eating the last smoked salmon and the fact that Alex would probably be annoyed because he was hoping to have it as a snack on some crackers later...
"What the hell is this?"
Speak of the devil. Alex and Bobby had returned home.
"It was Luke's idea!" Reggie and Willie immediately threw him under the bus, which, rude. Even though he had been the one to suggest bringing the cat inside.
"Come on guys," he said, finally looking up from his song book to give a confused Alex and an annoyed Bobby his best puppy eyes. "It's super cold outside, you can't be mad at Willie for taking in a stray and saving it from..." He looked over at where Willie was sitting. On his lap, a raccoon was happily eating smoked salmon, clutching it in its little hands.
"That's a raccoon," he told Willie blankly.
"Yeah," Willie beamed. "Luke, meet Kitty."
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