and also in all honesty it was easier to watch adele win over taylor winning over beyonce bc at least adele was like “hey bey thank you for what you do for the black community and for women in general and for music” like she took most of her time up there to be like listen your work is not ignored and it is not under appreciated the way you change the game inspires and empowers so many and taylor was just like “when people tell you no or try to take you down @ kanye you just keep going” like idk what hardships she met other than the normal ones in the music industry but gd give respect to adele for acknowledging the work and impact beyonce has on the music industry (and the world i mean)
I weNT TO RTX SYDNEY TODAY AND I GOT MY FANART RTX POSTER SIGNED BY ADAM AND JAMES I AM SO THRILLED. THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS OFFICIAL RTX MERCH SO WHEN I TOLD THEM I DID IT THEY ASKED ME TO SEND ONE OVER TO THEM IM JUST SO BLOWN AWAY… however the photos I had with them never saved to my card so I don’t have photos with them
As I mentioned in my post for Nursey Week, I’m from New York City, and by that I mean Manhattan. But I go to school in the mountains, where the most noise we hear at night is the occasional truck passing by. What this all means is that I can barely sleep on breaks now, because it’s too noisy and there are always lights shining through the windows. If Nursey lives on the Upper East Side, he doesn’t have the lights problem, but I’m still going to project my exhaustion on him (with some NurseyDex because of course). Here’s to 4 hours of sleep a night.
It’s the first night of summer break and Nursey is in his childhood bed glaring at the ceiling wondering why his mind is refusing to let him sleep. Maybe it’s the incessant honking of taxis, maybe it’s the way the streetlamp shines directly through the slit in the curtains that can never be fully blocked. Maybe it’s the fact that the smell of cigarettes is filling his room from the assholes smoking on the stoop right below his window. Either way, Nursey’s done. He just wants to sleep, damn it. Heaving what he knows is an overly-dramatic sigh, he rolls onto his back and pulls the sheet over his head.
The phone’s light is harsh against Nursey’s eyes, but he squints at it anyway. 4:37 in the fucking morning. Nursey scowls and goes to Snapchat. If he can’t sleep, he might as well see how other people spent their first night of break. Ransom and Holster are unsurprisingly together, at a motel somewhere along the way to Ransom’s house. Bitty’s Snapstory shows a cute fully-stocked kitchen with a cobbler cooling on the counter; the timestamp says 1:12am. Farmer decided to practically livesnap her and Chowder’s trip to California, and the last photo is of Chowder passed out on the seat of a plane, captioned “we literally just boarded.” Shitty sent Nursey a series of videos at 12:43, smoking, ranting about a case he recently read, and telling Nursey to “get a night of some real sleep you fuckin’ beaut.” Nursey scoffs. Sleep. Right.
But then he gets to Dex’s Snapstory and is surprised to see a timestamp of 4:29am against a black background, captioned “it’s too early for this shit.” Nursey switches over to text and types with one eye open, hits send, and promptly drops his phone on his face.
Me: too early for what?
Nursey isn’t expecting Dex to respond, but a few seconds later his phone is buzzing against his nose from where he left it.
Dexyyy: tf are you doing awake Nurse
Me: idk man what are YOU doing awake
Dexyyy: You’re gonna chirp me and it’s too early to be chirped
Me: awww dexy you take away all my fun
Me: pinky promise i won’t
Dexyyy: Ugh fine. It’s the beginning of lobster season. Gotta start waking up before the spirits go to sleep.
Me: damnnn dex, cant catch a break can you
Dexyyyy: You promised
Me: that was hardly a chirp
Dexyyy: So what the fuck are you doing awake
Me: couldn’t sleep. Too many cars, too much light, too many thoughts
Dexyyy: City boy.
Me: is that supposed to be an insult?
Dexyyy: Don’t know. Maybe?
Me: gotta step up your game, poindexter
Dexyyy: Shut up Nurse
Dexyyy: I gotta go
Me: have fun killing innocent life forms
Dexyyy: Fuck off
Dexyyy: Just go the duck to sleep nursey
Dexyyy: *fuck. Ugh.
Dexyyy: sleep well
It’s 4:48 in the morning. Nursey is contemplating just getting up and starting his day. The pre-dawn light is starting to filter into his room through the curtain, casting a hazy rectangle onto the wall. Nursey gazes at it, thinking about how somewhere a few hundred miles away, Dex is preparing to get on his uncle’s boat and spend the morning hours on the water. Nursey wonders if the sun looks different from Dex’s amber eyes than it does from his own grey-green ones. He closes his eyes, thinking about how he and Dex went from nearly killing each other during the seniors’ graduation ceremony, to texting before the sun came up.
When Nursey opens his eyes, six hours have passed. He stumbles out of bed and stretches until his shoulder pops. Glancing at his phone, he sees three texts from Dex: the first two are sent at 6:26 in the morning, and the last at 11:39.
Dexyyy: Don’t tell Jack but I’d almost rather be doing suicides than fucking fishing for lobster. I smell like bait.
Dexyyy: Didn’t realize how used to cushy college life I’d gotten. I’m getting new blisters.
Dexyyy: Are you still asleep
Nursey realizes he’s smiling at his phone. And since it’s the first day of break and he has nothing to do all day, he’s pressing the call button before he can talk himself out of it. Dex picks up on the third ring.
“Finally get your ass out of bed?”
“You realize that you have to text me every night now? So I can go to sleep? I only was able to sleep because you told me to.”
“Nursey, what the fuck.”
And then they’re off, Nursey asking about Dex’s morning and listening to Dex complain about ‘going soft’ during the year while Nursey rolls his eyes and gets dressed, then Dex grouching about how Nursey doesn’t have anything to do for the summer, and an hour later Nursey finds himself booking bus tickets up to Maine while talking about how they’re going to celebrate Chowder’s birthday that year. He pauses just before hitting the ‘book tickets’ button.
“Uh. You sure it’s cool if I come up? I mean, like, dude, this isn’t really…”
“What we do?”
“Well. I don’t know. Maybe we should try being friends without Chowder playing middleman.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s chill.”
“Ugh, if say ‘chill’ ONCE I will throw you off a pier.”
“You just want to see me wet.” (Nursey nearly smacks himself for that one.)
“Fuck off, Nurse. We literally see each other soaked in sweat like six days a week.”
“Okay, well, tickets are booked.”
“‘Swawesome. See you in a few days?”
“Yeah man, see you soon.”
And then Nursey is left in a New York City brownstone grinning madly in the middle of his room, thinking how much better this summer has suddenly become.