in rolan's head, he invites rand to come with him to chicago. at the beginning of senior year, as he secretly fills out applications he has tucked in between his character sheets, while rand rambles about some movie he'd caught playing in the cinema, hanging upside down, feet dangling over the top of his couch next to rolan's head. (he's high, of course, because when is he not, nowadays? rachel's gone for good; what's the point of being sober?) when winter break comes, and they catch some alone time in between the festivities at the rands'. hanukkah has fallen late in december this year, and rolan is always welcome to join in on the festivities, even if they aren't particularly festive anymore, it's nice to be there, with warmth, and food, and music, and rand, wrapping an arm around rolan's shoulders as he recounts some story about mr. dickman in the janitor's closet. in those last few weeks, before graduation, before the plan goes into place; he and rand are in his car, sharing a cigarette and laughing in the back seat. if rand turned his head a little, he'd see the duffle bags hidden under a blanket in the trunk, stuffed to bursting with clothes and shoes and the books he couldn't bare to part with, and he'd ask what it was, and rolan would have the perfect chance to open his mouth for once and grab rand's hand and beg him to come with him; they'd find a way! rand would get a job, writing that novel he'd always talked about writing late at night, when the high mellowed out and the air got colder in between, and rolan would find them a place and smooth things out with the landlord, and they could be together, and most importantly, get out. out of galloway, out of the bayou, out of the sharp, gleaming teeth that line the jaws of the town border, waiting to clamp down on whoever gets stuck in between.
of course, this is all in rolan's head. it doesn't actually happen. maybe he's scared, scared of rejection, scared of rand saying no, or even worse, telling (he never would. rolan knows that. but the very notion grips onto the back of his head and doesn't let go, whispering turns to shrieking whenever he's close enough to rand to smell the camels on his breath.) so, rolan goes alone. he ditches his cap and gown in the back seat and rolls down willot street, towards that town border. of course, he catches the rands' in the review mirror, unpainted shutters and donna's milkweed patch shrinking as he gets farther and farther away. and he thinks about what gets left behind. he thinks about running. and he thinks that maybe this time, when he turns over his shoulder to merge lanes on the freeway, that somehow, miraculously, he'll be in the backseat, a camel held loosely in his teeth and a notebook in his lap, jotting down things he sees on the road, things he's never seen before, like bright corporate lighting and nicely upholstered sedans and a dry taste to the air.
he always had liked to write, after all. maybe he'll still start that novel. rolan knows he'll never call to ask. he wishes he would.
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I love being a glasses wearer bcs I can take them off and go from
Regular dude, albeit very pretty
To 'who is this sultry man with extremely lengthy eyelashes~'
(I am giving you quote-unquote 'bedroom eyes' because I CANT FUCKING SEE)
ID note: I called my nose a 'mary nose' because that's what my mum calls it, it's like halfway between straight and hooked, hence why she calls it a Mary nose after Mary from the bible
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I’ve already seen a whole twitter thread complaining about the dimmed out kissing scene and how they disagree that it’s showing how there’s no clear indication as to who is disabled and who isn’t, but it’s just two people loving each other. They also claim it’s an “erasure” of the fact of the matter which is Young woo’s disability 😒🙄
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TOTK OPINION/SPOILERS!!!
I just watched memories 9 and 10, and I got to say... Zelda, you stupid bitch.
Like, girl I love you, I will fight for you and cannot wait to see you again, but girl got damn that was dumb.
The Calamity was not your fault, but this...girl. honey. Sugar pie. What were you thinking? Sonia I barely know so I can sort of let her off the hook, but Zellie? You? Triforce of Wisdom??? I saw none of that.
Maybe memories 6-8 will clear some of this up but this actually hurt to watch.
Hun. :/
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fucking love that for you, was he a good kisser? was he awkward? i need all the details
a cold spoon gets rid of hickies
he’s a good kisser he’s so cocky tbh
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Okay for the majority of maybe two years I was only in like. ONE active discord, and that discord barely even did calls, my smaller servers did a few calls but only when everyone was present-
BUT HOLY FUCK I HAVE LIKE THREE ACTIVE SERVS NOW AND LIKE HOLY SHIT- MY NOTFS ARE CRAZY AND THERE ARE TWO ACTIVE VCS FROM COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SERVERS I-
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