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Hi there ! I’ve read approximately all the College AU’s from your tag, so I was guessing if maybe you have some good others ? Thank you, you’re amazing !

omg all of them?? here are some more to fuel your fire :’)- Vallie

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if the silence was a song by angstinspace (1/1 | 14,981 | Teen and Up)

“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance’s college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

Something in Common by aleria (17/17 | 30,573 | Teen and Up)

Lance and Keith meet as roommates and get off on entirely the wrong foot. They are determined not to be friends, but when Lance gets sick, Keith indulges him in a chapter from a book. It’s all downhill from there. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

//drinking

Keith Kogane’s Guide to Extracurricular College Planning by InkandOwl (5/5 | 15,445 | Mature)

Alternatively: Keith Kogane’s fail proof plan to fall in love, fall into a bottle of alcohol, and fall into a really ugly pair of shorts.

“You’re so full of love, you know that Keith? When I met you I thought you were a total fucking wingnut. It was always ‘Oh, this is so incredible’’ and ‘hey, I bet I could fall in love with them.’ Do you know how ridiculous that is?” Keith says nothing, just watches Matt cautiously, like he might turn around and sucker punch him. “That’s real ridiculous. But,” He’s pulling on Keith’s hand, dragging him around the back of the athletics complex, “That’s so fucking beautiful.”

(hunk/pidge)

I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since

[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]

man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.

[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]

man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.

[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]

man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.

[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]

man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!

[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]

man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-

*helps a bug outside so people don't kill it*

*flash forward and I'm convicted of a crime I didn't commit*

*no lawyer touches the case for me*

*everyone hears a buzz and turns around*

*the bug is wearing a tiny suit with a tiny suitcase and becomes my defense attorney*

Bill Withers in 1972, playing “Ain’t No Sunshine”

Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3