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a silly kacchako doodle that doesn’t make any sense, but who cares honestly
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FUCK THIS COUNTRY
romancing !!
Sometimes Lance will just start talking to Keith out of he blue. He’ll ramble on and on about his family and what messes he’d get into with his siblings. And Keith will just sit there and listen absentmindedly cleaning his Bayard or knife but he’s listening to every word and Lance just stops because he realizes he’s been talking for an hour straight and most kids and adults would say he talked too much they would find it annoying and Lance learned how to just keep his mouth shut most days so he wouldn’t be as annoying. And Keith doesn’t seem to be paying much attention anyway so he gets up to leave and,
“Where are you going?”
“Um, I thought you didn’t want to hear anymore, I mean it’s ben an hour and…”
“But you were just getting to the part where your little sister put her pet scorpion in that asshole Jake’s lunchbox I wanna know what happens later.”
And Lance can’t help but grin as he finishes his story and starts on others and it just becomes their own little routine and Keith remembers to remind him where the last story left off so Lance will continue from there and overall it’s just two boys enjoying each other’s company.
Fun fact: Tenochtitlan fell in 1521. From 1603 onwards, large numbers of honest-to-god fricking Japanese Samurai came to Mexico from Japan to work as guardsmen and mercenaries.
Ergo, it would be 100% historically accurate to write a story starring a quartet consisting of the child or grandchild of Aztec Noblemen, an escaped African slave, a Spanish Jew fleeing the Inquisition (which was relaxed in Mexico in 1606, for a time) and a Katana-wielding Samurai in Colonial Mexico.
AND….
Oh, I’ll wait anxiously those four “!!!!” …. ۹⌤_⌤۹
lance and some langst doodle daddles
This post is amazing. Sad, but also amazing.
don’t take this too seriously… really, the context is ridiculous:
These are my obsessions; the thoughts that keep me up at night and the stitches of my personality that make me human.
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