okay but like. remember when someone took red beanies to a book signing and got dan and phil to wear them and the blurry pictures taken from a distance were everywhere because beanies. remember when dan apologised every time his hair was even the slightest bit curly. remember when he’d insist he looked absolutely terrible when a fan told him otherwise. and now dan just casually did a liveshow in a pastel beanie with his hobbit hair. like it’s not the biggest deal but he just looked really soft and comfortable and happy and it makes me feel all warm inside and i’m just really grateful for dan howell
brought to you by my absolute lack of chill and undying love for this huge nerd
has a favorite coffee shop in almost every part of manhattan. they are never chains and usually have weird/quirky shit on their menu, but the coffee is always amazing. he is absolutely That Guy who will tell you Starbucks is overpriced, shit-quality coffee.
despite that: Gregory’s is his guilty pleasure. He fucking loves Gregory’s coffee. He and his moms and his sister did one of their coffee seminars once and he will rant about it for hours even if it turned him into a Coffee Snob.
Pottermore sorted him into Gryffindor and he had a literal fucking identity crisis because he convinced himself for years he was a Ravenclaw (because he’s a Chill Intellectual). told his sister and she laughed her ass off because “are you fucking kidding me you get pissed so easily and you will literally fight about shit for hours you are made of lies” “you’re made of lies” “do you want to have this fight again”)
speaking of his sister, let me tell you my Farah Nurse feels
she’s four years and five grades ahead of him; they’ve never been in the same school
their relationship is simultaneously overprotective, sappy, and chirpy as fuck
Nursey would never offer to fight a dude who messed with her but only because he knows she can do it herself and also he’s slightly fucking scared of her
getting a Master’s at NYU in Humanities and Social Thought
we’re getting off track but I’m Love Her
back to my sweet hipster poet son Derek
has a sixth sense for finding secondhand and independent bookstores and is physically incapable of walking past one without going in
this has caused significant delays to a lot of family outings
they learn to budget for it
“Farah, where’s your brother–oh, never mind. Derek, I’m starting the clock you have ten minutes and that means if we pass another one you’ll have less time.”
is actually? terrible?? at regulating his temperature. like he’ll be hot one second and cold ten seconds later. it’s why he always dresses in layers.
Farah is always cool and Room Temperature. Derek hates her.
no he doesn’t.
doesn’t eat a lot of meat really ever? his ammi keeps halal but his mama’s not big on meat at all (“It’s not good for the planet, baby” “Ammi, Mama’s ranting about global warming again!”) so they don’t really have meat at home so by the time he gets to andover he’s used to eating vegetarian or fish most of the time, and he’ll eat chicken occasionally but he doesn’t really eat red meat bc he lost the taste for it and he never eats pork.
if asked, he’ll tell people his favorite poet is Neruda, because people get the name recognition, and Neruda is up there with on his faves list. but Farah gets him a bilingual edition of Reinaldo Arenas’s poetry before she leaves for Andover and he reads the whole thing and something inside him just–clicks.
he’s not sure if he’s never going to breathe again or if his lungs just never worked right before now, but it’s the most beautiful feeling he’s ever had
imagine them finding matt and bringing him back to earth. imagine an earth episode where they all see their families. imagine keith staying with lance.
oh trust me, i’ve already imagined this in depth.
keith was seriously considering going back to his shack while the others saw their families. the odd thought passed his mind about maybe asking to go with shiro, but each time keith went to ask he kinda fell short and wasn’t sure what to say. shiro probably would have offered if lance hadn’t first.
Lance: woah, woah – hey.. where are you going?
Keith: uh.. home?
Lance: back to that shack???
Keith: well, yeah. i’ve got some stuff i need to do anywa–
Lance: no way, dude. you’re totally coming with me. cuba has sand too, yknow - it’ll be just like home for you! just with more company.. specifically my company. which is the best company there is.
and that has keith smiling in soft amusement as he agrees. there’s this swell in his chest too when lance curls his fingers around his wrist and tugs him in the general direction, all while looking back at keith with the same smile lance reserves only for keith.