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Yorick stares down at the blank sheet of paper in front of him.
He still doesn't know why the island gave him comic book supplies. He can't draw. Every person he draws ends up looking like a lollipop with legs. Every tree looks more like broccoli, and that might be fine for three year olds but it's not for him. It's frustrating as hell. He doesn't ( Read more... ) -
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Yorick wakes with an unsurprisingly bad hangover. He wonders if it's worse because he hardly ever drinks, or maybe it's because he wakes up in the jungle with a sixteen year old girl's hand tied to his. He likes Nico, but he's pretty sure that any relationship between them that involves more than a game of Monopoly on a Saturday night would be ( Read more... ) -
backdated to July 1st
Yorick starts to wake up, face melded to an open Entertainment Weekly magazine with drool. He snorts, blinks, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes, knocking the magazine to the floor.
Goddamn, it's the middle of the fucking afternoon, his head throbs and he feels drugged, slow, and stupid. He hates being sick. He hates being cooped ( Read more... ) -
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Yorick isn't feeling so hot. In fact, he's feeling downright shittyAfter John walked him to the Compound he showered and tried to eat a little, but his throat felt too raw, head too groggy. He ended up crashing at the Compound, and when he gets up this morning he feels like he's something out of a Romero film ( Read more... ) -
my love the astronaut (....j/k. seriously.)
Growing up in a super smart family sometimes left Yorick feeling inadequate. He joked, once, that he and Hero had grown into their names, but it maybe wasn't that much of a joke so much as it was kind of the truth. He remembers notes attached to his report cards: maybe if he applied himself / has no focus / isn't trying. Hell, he didn't major in ( Read more... ) -
The Tale of The Incredible Orthodash and the Sexy Snow Bunnies
"Okay, next question, 'during a hookup with a cute guy you like, you glimpse his gorillalike hairy back'-- ooh. 'What's your reaction?'"
Yorick looks up at Brooke, pen poised.
"'You focus on what you dig about him- his gorgeous eyes, how good his touch feels.' Ooh baby." Yorick waggles his eyebrows and continues. "'Who cares? It's not like you're ( Read more... ) -
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"Holy crap! It's paradise city ( Read more... )