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Summer

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nat-thebaseballbrat:

starstuddedfootballer:

A photo from my childhood I thought I would share. I keep this picture on my bedside table.

This was the year me and Kev and the rest of team Peach Fuzzies won the league championship. We were in seventh grade. 

I have a lot of good memories in this photo. (Not the braces though, those sucked)

((Drawn specifically for me and my headcanon by the ever lovely Acid~)) 

{{ edit:  i just found this in drafts today. it doesn’t really have a point so yeah. k bye. }}

High school had finally ended for Nat. He was heading up to college with his Dad, who was going to be closer to him. They had to pack everything up before they left, and procrastinating as they usually do, they started the week before their move. Luckily, Nazz came down from her university to help him pack. Most of the house had been already packed by Friday thanks to her; all that was left was his room and his dad’s.

“Can I take this downstairs?” Nazz asked, carrying a box filled with his uniforms. 

Nat nodded, noting that it was labeled ‘home’ in his father’s handwriting, “Yeah. You can just put that one in Dad’s car.”

“What’s in it?” Nazz asked as pretended to drop it. 

Nat laughed, “Uniforms.” Nazz nodded in understanding as she left, leaving Nat to pack up all his sports stuff- trophies  medals, hockey sticks, lacrosse stick, baseball bat, etc. The blonde had helped a lot the past few days, always coming by early to help them pack and staying late just to hang out with Nat, whose friends had all left earlier in the summer. 

It was already late in the night, but Nazz offered to stay over to pack some more of Nat’s stuff. They were eating while they (and by they, it was really only Nazz) continued packing stuff up. After a while, Nat noticed that Nazz was very nosy, but he didn’t mind, so when she took the shoebox labeled ‘home’ he had carefully set aside apart from the rest of the boxes, he didn’t stop her (despite knowing about all the possible embarrassing childhood pictures of him, which was why he didn’t plan on bringing it to college with him).

“Can I look through these,” the blonde asked.

“Uh-“

“Say yes because I’m going to anyways,” she said, opening the box. Nat laughed, continued eating his pizza.

“Awww, Nat! This is so cute!!” she exclaimed, holding out a picture of Nat when he was six, walking naked around the house while carrying his cat. They both laughed. Nazz continued to search through the photos while Nat finished the whole box of pizza. 

“Hey, Nazz. It’s almost twelve. You wanna hit the hay?” Nat asked.

Nazz replied, “When did you ever have braces?” 

Nat looked at her curiously until she handed him a picture of him and Kevin in their baseball uniforms with a trophy that signified their victory in the championship. They both were giving each other bunny ears with Nat winking and sticking out his oddly coloured tongue. “Around middle school,” he answered. 

“You look so adorable.”

“Don’t expect to find another picture of me with braces because I refused to take pictures during my braces era.” Nazz groaned and muttered an insult before returning to the countless photographs. Nat kept staring at the picture. Kevin and Edd were already in college along with most of the kids from the cul-de-sac, having been a year older than him. It had been a while since he and Kevin have talked, but Nazz always managed to keep in touch. At the thought of her, Nat looked at Nazz, who seemed to be enjoying the numerous embarrassing pictures of Nat. 

I wonder how he’s doing, Nat thought. Would it be weird if I texted him? The young teen grabbed his phone from his back pocket and scrolled down to find Kevin’s number. Once he did though, all he did was stare at the number. 

“You should call him.”

Nat looked up at Nazz, who was still looking through his photos. “Should I really? I mean, he’s in college now right? He’s probably fuckin’ busy,”  Nat said, his blood beginning to boil as he recalled the few first months of his senior year, when he would try to call Kevin but the older of the two would just blow him off. I fuckin’ tried,  he thought bitterly. If he wants to talk, he should call. 

“Nat, Kevin’s a bit dense sometimes. Take it from me, who’s been friends with him since birth,” Nazz said. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still care about your friendship and stuff.”

“When’s the last time you talked?”

Nazz pursed his lips in thought. “About a week or two ago. I told him I was coming down to surprise you before you moved across the country for college.”

Nat paused, waiting for her to continue, but seeing that she wasn’t going to, he asked, “And what did he say?”

“That he’s happy for you.”

“Then?”

“He went to class,” Nat shrugged. She noticed the expression on Nat’s face turn sour, clearly upset that that was the answer. “Call him.” The younger teen shrugged and replied with an indefinite “maybe”.

The rest of the night, they brought all the boxes downstairs and sorted them into the proper cars. Afterwards, they both went to get some sleep, worn out from the manual labor. Nazz fell straight to sleep on Nat’s bed while Nat crept out the back door and called Kevin. 

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

F-

“Who the hell is calling me at-” some shuffling, “fuckin’ four in the morning?!”

“Hey, Kev,” Nat said. 

“Oh, hey, Nat. Wait, Nat?! Fuck! Nat?!  Are you okay?! What’s wrong? Where are you? Stay there, I’m pickin’ you up!” Kevin whispered-yelled into the phone while Nat listened to the shuffling on the other end.

“Dude, nothing’s wrong. What? I can’t call?”

Kevin gave an exasperated sigh. “Geez, Nat. It’s four in the fuckin’ morning, what’d you expect me to think?” There was a pause. “Hold on. I’m gonna go outside before I wake up my roommate.”

Nat heard a faint, “Too late” in the background before the sound of a door closing.

“So, what’s up, grasshead?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d call.”

Kevin chuckled on the other end, “Don’t worry about the amount of sleep I’m gettin’. It’s only, y’know, nonexistent.”

Nat laughed, “Yeah, sorry man. How’s Edd?”

“Double D? He’s still in smart-people college. We see each other every other weekend, so it’s all good. I heard you’re moving.”

“Yeah, I got a scholarship for lacrosse.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, some D2 school. They’re pretty good.”

“And across the country, I heard… Sorry I couldn’t say good-bye in person.”

Nat chuckled, “It’s fine, I guess.”

There was a pause. 

“How long are you gonna stay there for?”

“A while. Forever maybe. My dad’s moving with me, so there’s really no solid reason for me to come back.”

A longer pause.

“So, you’re leavin’ for good, huh?” Nat nodded, and despite Kevin’s inability to see this gesture, he knew anyhow. “So, I probably should’ve driven there and said good-bye, huh? Nazz said I should, but I…..” Kevin sighed. “I bet you’re thinking about how much of an asshole I am.”

Nat smiled and pulled the picture out from his back pocket. “I’m thinking about that time we won championships as Peach Fuzzies. Y’remember? I had braces.”

“I remember. Why are you thinkin’ about that?”

“Because I am just now realizing how hot I look with braces.”

They both laughed. 

“So, you’re not mad or anything.”

“Well, yeah. I was, but no sweat, man.” Nat pretended to check his watch. “I know it’s really late and you probably have classes tomorrow, so I’m going to let you go.”

“Alright, bro. G’night,” Kevin replied.

“You too, dude. Bye,” Nat said, holding the photograph in his hands as he hung up.

Walking into his room, he put the picture in a box with all his baseball cards labeled ‘college’ and continued to pack. 

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bohemianarthouse:

crystalzelda:

ameliaelizabeth:

TIME’s new cover makes me so mad I could write essays about it, but instead I’m going to keep job hunting since in today’s world a university degree means nothing and therefore like much of my generation, I’m stuck choosing between minimum wage jobs and internships that I can’t afford to accept in an attempt to pay off my tens of thousands of dollars worth of student debt.

I’d be interested in reading this article to see exactly what makes us entitled and lazy. Are we lazy because more of us are completing high school and going to college than ever before? Are we entitled because our standard of living is declining? Do we live with our parents because we’re too slothful to leave or is because our education costs are getting steeper and steeper while we’re getting less and less aid?

Tell us, Time Magazine, about how we’re narcissistic little slugs when we’re faced with an economic crisis that resulted in a lowering of our standard of living, an increase in tuition costs and how when we get out of our very expensive schools, more and more of us are going to end up working minimum wage jobs. 

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newlyemmett:

Someone I know posted this video about grammar on Facebook this morning.  This is a fragment of the conversation that ensued. Brenda is my mom, and I am Emmett. No clue who Michelle is.

I feel like I have been complaining about my dyslexia on my tumbler a lot lately, but can I just say, I am really sick of this. I want to shake the world and screen “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”