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Golden Boy
Huey Mallard. 17. Big brother. traitor. Linguaphile. Nerd. Hobby photographer. disappointment.
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Esme: Is there a dance studio here?
Esme: Or a theatre or something
Huey: Hey! Olympus Gym holds dance classes, they have studio rooms
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Sign Reads: Keep Out {OPEN}
Ollie: So 2018 was the year of unwanted people showing up?
Ollie: ANyone else avoiding anyone or can we avoid all of that in 2019
Huey: Sounds dramatic af mate
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mallard-of-lies:
Louie jerked his head up from where he had been doodling an approximation of one of his favorite princesses. Okay, it was Elena. Sue him. He had to find other methods for entertainment when he couldn’t do social media. This was it.
“Problem? I haven’t done anything yet!” And okay, he wasn’t really planning on doing anything to cause problems in the house either. He had yet to come up with a solid prank on either one of his brothers that hadn’t already happened.
“Ohhhhhh. Oh shit. Shoot. Diddly darn.” Louie huffed. He couldn’t let Uncle Donald potentially overhear his swearing and decide on more punishing. “You’re right! Oh noooo. What are we gonna do? Uncle Donald deserves some nice sh- stuff!”
Huey snorted and plopped down at Louie’s feet on his bed. Wow, even he assumed it was because of him when he mentioned ‘trouble.’
“You can swear, Uncle Donald isn’t home-- I couldn’t chance having this conversation while he was. You know him, he’s nowhere to be found and the next second he’s behind you.”
You get all your secrets overheard that way.
“What...does he even like, though?”
merry crisis / huey + louie
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merry crisis / huey + louie
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Huey burst into the bedroom he was currently sharing with both of his brothers, hoping they were both in there - because! Because this! Was important! This was about Christmas,and Uncle Donald, and nothing was more important.
“Alright, guys-!” Oh, just Louie. No Dewey, huh? He was probably out having a life or whatever the least lame sibling did. “-I mean, Louie. Listen, we have a problem. A big problem, and we have about forty-right hours to fix it.”
“It’s December 22nd and we don’t have a Christmas present for Uncle Donald, Llewellyn!”
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Gen z is quoting vines and having at least 5 people finish it for you
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american-dragon:
“They’re called baos,” said Jake, peeling off the paper layer on his next one. “The meat ones are char siu, I actually don’t know the name of the lotus ones but – yeah, graduated just last year!”
He shrugged a little, like it wasn’t a big deal, because, like, it wasn’t.
“I go to the university now. Majoring in Magick-Mundus relations. Lots of essays which sucks, but also lots of presentations which don’t suck, because I’m much better at public speaking than I am at essays. That’s the whole spiel anyway.” He shrugged again. “So how’re you liking the school? Do you have Rogers for math? He gave sooooo much homework.”
Huey nodded and committed that to memory. Baos. Char siu. Great! Now he knew what to look for at Chinese places.
“Pfft, fuck off, for real?” Huey’s eyes lit up at the mention of his major. “That’s one avenue I’ve been considering. Essay and presentations are both no trouble for me, only social interaction, talking without having a script prepared and practiced. What made you pick magick-mundus relations over general polisci, or like magick history?”
The younger teenage leaned his head back and groaned. “Unfortunately I do, and for calculus at that. A mountain of geometry work would be one thing, but I’ve had at least two breakdowns over maths homework in one month. Other than my maths teacher, I like it. It’s smaller than my school in Duckburg, more personal-feeling.”
“I feel comfortable approaching the teachers with questions, so that’s nice.”
bao || jake and you
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urchinxowens:
Urchin arched a brow. Why was this guy just… telling him all that? It was sort of weird. I mean, not super ultra weird, but it was still kind of strange. Still, Urchin could appreciate the direct approach for sure.
“Uh - Okay then,” Urchin replied. “I mean, someone showing you their stuff isn’t the same as them asking for criticism, just so you know,” he warned, though more in jest than anything.
He then smiled and raised a brow. “Still, I like people who’re so direct about things. Makes them easier and all that. I suppose you can criticize me all you want. I’m pretty confident, anyway.”
“Oh, criticize? I would never. I can’t.”
Did he gather he fancied himself an art critic? Oh, no, that was a blunder on Huey’s part, wasn’t it? Stupid Huey. Good with books, shite with humans.
“What I, uh! Was trying to say - er, to do - was assure you I’m a good person to share your work with.” Huey said, laughing kind of awkwardly. “Because I am literally incapable of saying anything mean about someone’s art!”
Forbidden Business || Huey & Urchin
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Break Boredom || Open
Hiro: Man
Hiro: Heyy friend
Hiro: I am anime now haha [Attachment: https://66.media.tumblr.com/7769c8111c85f7218063d78c7c7453bc/tumblr_p09fajaAca1rnrdrko1_1280.jpg ]
Hiro: Clearly I am also bored
Huey: The animeEST, a true feat
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[Image Description: Tag reading “trigger warning: Africa by toto”]
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: It’s already stuck in your head
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Someone: wow. You have a really great vocabulary. Where did you learn all those words?
Me:
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Study Partner {open text}
Lena: So I know I promised not to skip
Lena: So let's say I was sick
Lena: Anyway do you wanna be a doll and give me the Maths notes?
Huey: I've been your classmate for all of what, one month?
Huey: And this is the third time you've asked me for notes, mate
Huey: [link to a google doc,he types up all his notes in google docs after school bc he's a nerd]
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we warned you about that anime shit
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american-dragon:
“It’s dough and it’s filled with barbeque pork,” said Jake, as he swallowed, watching Huey take a bite, before Jake finished explaining. “Or – well, I think there’s a few in here that have lotus seed instead. That’s also good, but more dessert-y, I’d say.”
He wasn’t sure which one Huey had got, but he’d enjoyed it so that was good.
“They’re one of my favorites here.” Jake reached for another. Seriously, if he could just survive off cha siu bao, he would. Okay, that was a lie – he liked too many different kinds of food to limit himself. “So – you didn’t go to Swynlake Secondary last year, did you? Were you part of my graduating class and I just totally missed you?!”
“S’pork one,” Huey said, hiding his mouth behind his hand to be polite. Uncle Donald didn’t raise no animal. “You talk like you know what constitutes a good - what’s the name for these? so I know to order them later. - so I’ll take your word as gospel.”
Huey really was digging this...whatever the name for dough filled with barbecue pork is!
“Astute,” Huey chuckled, ducking his head. “M’family just moved here the week after the whole zombies thing. I’m in my last year of Secondary now, actually. Did you just leave Secondary last year?”
bao || jake and you
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urchinxowens:
“Eh, not really,” Urchin said. “Of my art I’m actually proud of. Also, didn’t burn any room in the house while doing art, ever.”
The boy was glad to have made more sales. So much so that he genuinely smile at Huey. “If it interests you I can show you some of my stuff sometime.”
Huey wasn’t an artist himself, not even remotely, but he appreciated others’ art. Kalsoom was a talented artist and seeing her preen at his compliments always made him smile.
“I love art - in theory. I don’t have a knack for creating it, but I look forward to telling others how talented they are.” He took another bite of the not-terrible-not-great cookie and offered a closed-mouth smile before his mouth was cookie-free again.
He cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck. “I’d enjoy that, seeing your artwork. You should know I’d feel mean if I give critique, but I also don’t say a compliment I don’t really mean.”
Meaning if he thought it was ‘meh’ but he liked a certain aspect, he’d talk about how great that aspect is.
If he really liked the work as a whole, he pointed out several bits to talk about and gush over. He thrived on praise and figured everyone did.
“So when I say how nice something is, I’ll mean it.”
Forbidden Business || Huey & Urchin
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urchinxowens:
Urchin grinned. “I don’t know, part of the fun’s eating it and finding out,” he joked, offering the box so Huey could pick the cookie he preferred. “Nobody else has so far gotten a poisoned one, though, so your odds are pretty good!”
“Right,” Huey laughed, grabbing a cookie. “Well, perhaps the lucky streak of safe cookies is still going strong.”
He took a bite, and didn’t exactly...want to hurt Urchin’s feelings by saying it was only an ‘okay’ cookie at best. So he changed subjects.
“S’your art as good as your baking?” Hoepfully, he’d say better.
Forbidden Business || Huey & Urchin
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