omg it's dustin

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Mon, 16 Jan 2012 02:12:02 -0500

pop like poptarts.

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 18:23:23 -0500

“The Great White Shark prowls the ocean -“ Dustin turns and hides into his neck. Chris scrambles for the remote, and he eventually finds it squished in between the couch cushions. He hit the volume button on accident, then finally the channel button, but he doesn’t find anything worth watching. There’s C-SPAN, documentaries on Yetis, sharks, something called Ancient Aliens (“I’m not saying it was aliens… but it was aliens”), and the usual Fox news. Chris turns the television off, and then nudges Dustin’s head up. “It’s off, Dustin. I won’t make you watch sharks, but only if I don’t have to watch Legally Blonde again.”

he’d been so busy hiding from the creatures he was sure would swim right off the screen that dustin hardly noticed the situation he’d gotten himself into. in his haste to hide and instinctive reaction to find something to cling onto, he had both buried his face in the crook of chris’ neck and flung his arms around the taller boys middle - pale fingers grabbing at the material of his sweat shirt. with his nose wrinkling, dustin peeked out of his hidey-hole, glancing to the screen. “that was one time!” he pursed his lips together to form a pout. “besides, you liked it - don’t lie. whaaat about,” he trailed off as he pried the remote from chris’ hand, flipping back and forth through the channels for a moment before settling and holding the remote up for him to take back. “the princess bride! i always used to love this movie.”

what is your relationship with chris like?

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 14:55:21 -0500

liike a relationship? i don’t know. he’s my best friend is all. we play video games and we get drunk and someones we have wars with my dinosaurs and this stuffed shark he has. that’s all i guess.

if a man-eating snapping turtle was going to devour your friends, who would you save?

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 14:50:36 -0500

my friends.

…what kind of question is this anyway?

if your suite was on fire and mark, eduardo & chris were inside, who would you save (assuming you can only save one of them)?

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 14:47:00 -0500

uhm. i would save my phone. and call the fire department. because that’s what they’re for. and because i’d probably just set myself on fire in the process. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

ugh asdfghjkl;

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 13:09:14 -0500

whoever invented the hangover, i hate them.
hate. them.

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Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:19:50 -0500

confrontation.

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 00:09:00 -0500

confrontation.:

wheres—wardo:

dustin wouldn’t look at him. how the hell was the bambi look supposed to solve problems if it wasn’t even being acknowledged? although it was pretty evident to anyone with half a brain and good vision that dustin was upset about something, eduardo stood from his perch on the arm of the couch, smoothing out his slacks. “alright,” he said, giving the dorm one last glance before making his way to the door. “you can’t avoid me forever,” he called as he pulled the door and turned to face dustin again, leaning against the doorway. “let mark know i came by, if you see him before i do.”

dustin was determined not to break. he kept his jaw clenched, his mouth shut, and his eyes ahead. this was the complete opposite of a staring contest. if he looked, he’d lose, and he knew that. but, call him crazy, he could feel his eyes slowly sliding across the room to where eduardo was standing. no. eyes forward, soldier. still, even keeping his eyes off wardo, he could just feel the look. he even sounded like some poor little woodland creature warranting sympathy and a cookie or two. wardo reached the door and dustin heaved a sigh of internal relief. he was home free. or, so he thought. that damn quiver in his voice did dustin in - he looked. his brows knit together and the corners of his mouth turned down in a frown. game over. “yeah, okay - i’ll let him know…” damn that eduardo saverin.

seriously, just bone chris already.

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 00:00:59 -0500

AU meme; The Social Network // Jurassic Park The real story...

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 23:15:36 -0500

AU meme; The Social Network // Jurassic Park

The real story behind how Jurassic Park started.

pop like poptarts.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 19:29:12 -0500

pop like poptarts.:

sharkweekison:

“I assumed it was you. Mark doesn’t seem like the type of person to watch re-runs on the History Channel about trying to find the yeti.” Chris leaned to the right, leaning against Dustin, then tucking his feet under himself. Flipping through the channels, he eventually landed on a Discovery Channel special about shark attacks. He nudged his head into Dustin’s shoulder. “Wardo also doesn’t seem like he’d spend his time watching people who call themselves scientists on television speculating whether or not some giant creature actually exists.”

“okay so, maybe i left it on when i went to the library,” he admitted, rather sheepishly, toes gripping at the edge of the sofa. “i keep thinking that maybe i’ll come back and they’ll have found big-foot.” he wiggled his toes happily, letting himself relax back into the sofa and, though it’s not like he noticed, chris. why on earth would dustin have noticed the proximity (or complete lack thereof) between himself and his best friend? this was hardly out of the ordinary. as the television screen flashed from the green of the yeti-hunt to the blue of the great wide ocean, dustin’s eyes went a little wider. he flinched, chewing at his lip as the sharks swarmed the screen and, as one jumped from the water, he let a frightened sort of squeal, immediately diving to hide in the first place he could get to - right against the crook of chris’ neck.

pop like poptarts.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 16:54:40 -0500

pop like poptarts.:

sharkweekison:

Chris glanced at the glowing clock balancing dangerously off the edge of the desk. He probably knocked it over from where he had earlier dumped his textbooks. 6:30, it read. He grabbed the sweatshirt that he had earlier threw onto his desk chair, and then fixed the alarm clock. He really didn’t want to have to buy a new one if it actually did fall and smash into pieces. Chris pulled the sweatshirt over his head, taking a minute because the sleeves were inside out.

“Dustin,” he called, sitting on the couch. “Why is a documentary about trying to find the Yeti still on televison?”

dustin shuffled into the dorm, taking half a moment to drop his things by the door and attempt to rub out the kink the weight to his shoulder had left behind. no, he hadn’t been doing anything interesting, thanks for asking, just hiding away in the library with an english paper he’d been putting off for a week now. after a three hour marathon in the library, though, he was pleased to say he’d successfully written his name (and then some) and actually managed to finish the paper. now, he figured, he could relax. when he reached the dorm, however, he found chris perched on the couch, in front of the television. “i don’t know… maybe they haven’t found the yeti yet?” he dropped beside his friend on the little orange couch, pulling his legs up to his chest. “you know yeti’s aren’t my style - why would i watch this in the first place?”

confrontation.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 16:19:47 -0500

confrontation.:

wheres—wardo:

did dustin really think eduardo was so stupid so as not to realize when he was being lied to? they’d been friends far too long for dustin’s fake perkiness and i’m-okay-what’s-your-problem act to convince him. “nothing’s wrong with me,” he insisted, turning to face dustin. “why are you upset? is this about me going out with pepper?” he had that upset, did-i-do-something-wrong, doe-eyed deer look on his face as he watched dustin.

no, he told himself, he wasn’t going to fall for that face. he was well aware that that face, that doe-eyed, how-can-you-be-mad-at-this face, was eduardo’s trump card. in other words - it was cheating. it wasn’t going to work. why would it work? dustin was mad at him. surely not even a face like that could make it better. which is exactly why he was avoiding looking at him - to avoid being trapped by that stupid face of his. dustin may have had problems, but he didn’t want to talk about him, and by his logic, that meant they simply didn’t exist. pepper who? giving eduardo a blank look, he gave his head another slow shake, mouth forming a straight line. “i’m not ups— why would i be upset about that? i’m not upset!” yes, maybe if he just kept insisting upon it, it would be true.

confrontation.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:42:58 -0500

confrontation. :

teammoskovitz:

there was something off about dustin. of course, eduardo knew exactly what it was, but he wasn’t about to bring it up. he continued his blatant search for mark, glancing around and trying to figure out where he was, stopping only when dustin snapped at him. he turned on his heel and quirked an eyebrow, staring at dustin. “are you alright?” he asked stupidly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “you haven’t left the room in days, aside from class.” had he done something? shit, of course he had, he’d gone out with pepper - but it hadn’t even been a date, and he didn’t intend to do it again anytime soon.

“are you - i mean, what’s wrong?”

was he aware of how stupid he was acting? certainly. he had brothers and sisters - he knew exactly how childish, how ridiculous he was acting. that didn’t change anything though. knowing it was irrational didn’t stop him from thinking about potentially slugging wardo right across that stupid face of his. but that wouldn’t be right, would it? keeping his eyes glued to the screen of the laptop in front of him, dustin bit at his lip for half a second as he tried to formulate the words in his head - what was wrong? nothing he wanted to talk about, certainly. “nothing,” he said, trying to perk himself up as he did so in an attempt to look a little less like a bump on a log and more like a person with absolutely nothing to hide. doe-eyed, he peeked up towards eduardo with his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “why, what’s wrong with you?” yes, deflection seemed like a very good idea right now. not to mention, the only one.

confrontation.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:14:00 -0500

confrontation.:

wheres—wardo:

eduardo’s date with pepper had gone alright, considering that it wasn’t a date so much as a night out to get his mind off of school, and erica, and mark. it had worked considerably well - eduardo was a lot happier-sounding when he spoke now - but he was even more confused than he’d been going into it. every time dustin’s name was mentioned, pepper seemed to freeze, or flinch, or change the subject. something was going on, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had a pretty good idea.

he bounded up the kirkland stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the dorm that was shared between mark, chris, and dustin. the door was ajar, so he pushed it open and went in, leaving it cracked behind him. a few steps was all he needed to take in order to see past mark’s door, but no one was in there. a quick glance around showed him that mark was nowhere to be found. dustin, however, was in the dorm, and eduardo glanced over at him. “hey, do you know where mark is?”

one thing that was always certain with dustin? he wasn’t very good when it came to hiding what he was feeling. he was down right transparent, as a matter of fact, and as you can probably imagine, the news of eduardo and pepper’s “date” didn’t sit well with him. so what if their relationship was a secret, and hardly even a relationship when you really thought about it. just movies, drinking, and shamelessly making out on the couch for hours on end. naturally, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of his friend going out with the girl, in any context, but he couldn’t very well just say anything, could he? no, of course not - it was a secret.

clearly, you can understand why he’d been uncharacteristically moody the past few days. he didn’t like thinking about it. he had no right to think about it, but he didn’t like thinking about it. and there he sat, curled up on the couch with his laptop and a can of coke, refusing to leave the dorm unless it was for class. the thought was that, maybe if he didn’t leave the dorm, he could avoid eduardo, and any of those damned passive feelings that would no doubt come with seeing him. the universe, on the other hand, had other plans and, wouldn’t you know it, it was wardo showing up in the door of the dorm. all dustin could do was purse his lips together, shaking his head and answering quickly - almost snappishly. “nope, i haven’t seen him since this morning, sorry.” there was something about his tone that made it very evident that he wasn’t sorry, though it could have had something to do with the lack of eye contact, too.

swag—music: Drop It Like It’s Hot (Feat. Pharrell) -...

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 12:25:51 -0500

swag—music:

Drop It Like It’s Hot (Feat. Pharrell) - Snoop Dogg

goldenjewnicorn: Dustin Moskovitz: Part-time Dr. Dre enthusiast...

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 12:17:42 -0500

goldenjewnicorn:

Dustin Moskovitz: Part-time Dr. Dre enthusiast and Facebook employee, Full-time Pretty Asian Girl

FULL-TIME PRETTY ASIAN GIRL.

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Fri, 13 Jan 2012 11:48:29 -0500

there is too much assumed gay-sex around here for me to be comfortable with.

renlybaratheons: I got this ask, and now i just started...

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 10:51:26 -0500

renlybaratheons:

I got this ask, and now i just started wondering

if this is harry

then this is ron

and this is hermione

you got your twins

and lavender brown

then you got your quidditch

and oliver wood who really wants to win quidditch

and then he who-must-not-be-named

all thanks to the words of wisdom of our dearest professor

up and at 'em.

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 10:23:00 -0500

wheres—wardo:

maybe a dinosaur snuck into your dorm. *smirks, then—* wait, how do you know it wasn’t chris? *suspicious face*

because of… shut up. :|