𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖞 !

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍

𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖊: 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

(angus cloud, cismale, he/him) DUSTIN "DUSTY" MOORE is the newest evergreen eagle! they’re TWENTY-THREE years old from CLEVELAND, OHIO joining us at evergreen to study ART EDUCATION. have you heard CHATEAU LOBBY #4 by FATHER JOHN MISTY? it reminds me of them because they’re so STREET SMART and LAID BACK, but also super RETCIENT at times. i hope we catch them around campus soon!

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joey looked at dusty and chuckled at the other. he always made him laugh anytime he was around and this time it wasn’t the exception. deciding to take a seat next to dusty, joey just nodded his head slowly. “i do. i just think he looks like a pickle, doesn’t he? he’s a good cat though, whenever he’s not getting in trouble.” he said, as placed pickle on his lap and kept petting him, occasionaly reaching down to kiss its’ head. “he’s good company, right? and it’s probably for the best if he doesn’t tell you anything about it, he probably would end up getting in trouble. and also, it’s for the best that he didn’t sell anything to you either. he’s kind of crazy when it comes to that.” he said with a chuckle, before he took a look at the other’s sketchpad. “that looks pretty cool, what are you drawing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at dusty, but still with a smile on his face.

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Dusty looked at the cat that was now in Joey’s arms, trying to decide if he did look like a pickle. “I guess he kinda does, shit, you’re on to something there Joseph,” he said. There was no way that Joey’s cat looked like a pickle in any way, but it wasn’t like Dusty was around to deny it. Besides, he could see it. “Yeah, he was pretty cool. Although I think he could definitely sense we were in the same business,” Dusty joked, although his voice was still monotone for the most part. “Seemed like he thought I was gonna gang up on him or something,” this time he let out a small chuckle, continuing to make lines on the page he was drawing on. At Joey’s question, he shrugged. “This? It’s white lilies. My mom loves them,” he said, showing the page off to them. “I don’t get to go home often so I thought I’d mail it to her.”

𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 + 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊

things dusty loves

a good laugh , paint , forehead kisses , valentine’s day cards , making playlists for the people he loves , chilling on his bedroom floor , heart shaped pizza .

how dusty would celebrate valentine’s day

since dusty is .... dude alert™ , i think he just tries to appeal to whoever he’s with . if he’s single , he probably won’t do anything different from his usual routine but if he’s seeing someone he’ll definitely put energy into making it a good day / night for his significant other . he definitely orders those heart shaped pizzas from

what dusty’s ideal date is

even if he isn’t gung ho about valentine’s day , he does like to care for the people he’s interested in . an ideal date to him would be something intimate , i think he’d enjoy a little painting date or just showing the ropes to someone he’s interested in . basically just extending his own likes and hobbies to someone .

what dusty’s love languages are ( either to give or receive )

even though dusty’s a man of small words , i think he liked to give words of affirmation . i think he panics a lot about people leaving him , so he just tries to make them feel secure ? receiving end i think quality time is his way to go . just vibes . 

what makes dusty’s heart flutter

𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 + 𝐓𝐕 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

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          There weren’t a long of things Yvette would say she hated , but she’d never deny how much she despised having nothing to do but sit around. With her new roommate being out with her boyfriend and having a lacking amount of friends in this new area , she was beginning to realize her day was about to drone on with absolutely nothing entertaining to do. Or at least , that’s what she had thought initially , until she remembered that there was somebody she could call over. Rolling over in her bed and lifting her arms up as she held her phone , her thumb scrolled through her list of contacts until she found who she was looking for. Dusty Moore.

          Listening to the sound of her phone dialing had her sigh as she waited. Then the sound of his voice on the other line filled her ear. “I’m bored,” She said just as he managed to get a ‘hello?’ “Are you doing anything right now? Because I think you should cancel your plans and come over instead.”

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Sitting on the ground of his dorm floor, Dusty was bent over, painting strokes on a canvas with a cigarette in his mouth when he had heard his phone buzzing. Having left it on his bed to avoid any distractions, he stood up, and grabbed it. Seeing that it was Yvette’s name made him perk up a little bit. While he wasn’t a dude who was into that whole hooking up, getting shit done kind of mindset, he was unfortunately... still a dude! And ever since Yvette had stepped foot on campus, they had their little song and dance. It was comforting, in some ways. That they could just call each other up when the other was feeling a little lonely. “Yo.”

Hearing her get straight to her point, he chuckled, blowing out a ring of smoke and then immediately wafting it away from the smoke alarm that was in his room. “Shit, I was just like creating a fuckin’ masterpiece,” he said, staring at his canvas. He squatted down and placed his cigarette against the canvas, creating a singe in it. Now that was art. “You want me to come over? Don’t you got that little roommate hanging about?”

@egustarters​ 

         “ i’m about to admit something, and you can’t laugh at me. ”  malcolm begins, clearly over whatever assignment he’d left half finished on the table in front of him.  “ i still haven’t been to the golden gate bridge yet. i know that’s, like, san francisco’s thing, but i’m kind of scared of heights. ”  he says with a shrug of his shoulders.  “ plus, it’s like… red. it’s not gold. what’s with the name ? ”

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“You’ve never been? It’s not scary, it’s in Full House,” Dusty paused. “So, like, it can’t be scary if the Tanners live near it,” he said, matter-of-factly. He wasn’t exactly a fan of heights either, but it was just a bridge to him. It wasn’t like some amusement park ride. At Mac’s follow up question, Dusty shrugged. “Shit, I don’t know, you ever think maybe it was gold before? Like, maybe it’s just a fucked up paint job.”

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“pickle! there you are!” joey said, once he finally spotted his cat near someone, quickly making his way over to him and picking him up, holding him close. he gave his cat all the freedom he needed, but it was starting to get late and he still hadn’t been back. joey had been getting worried, so he decided to look out for him, and within five minutes he had spotted him. “what have i told you about selling drugs out in public? you can’t do that, you’ll get in trouble.” he whispered to his cat, as he held him close and then kissed his head, before looking at the person who had been standing there the whole time, before smiling at them. “pickle didn’t sell you anything, right? because if he did, i’m not sure if i would trust it… he’s just trying to get some money because his gig as a slumlord didn’t work. he just didn’t treat those families right.” he said, nodding his head as he looked back at his cat again.

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“You got a cat named Pickle?” Dusty inquired as he watched Joey reach for the cat that had chosen to sit on the bench next to Dusty as he doodled on his sketchpad. “And that little shit sells drugs too?” Was his follow up question. “That’s dope, not gonna lie,” he shrugged. While most would probably question most of what Joey said, namely that his cat was a schemer and druglord. Dusty watched quizzically as Joey held onto the cat as if he had truly committed a crime. “Nah, man, he didn’t sell jack to me. We just hung out for a bit. Told me nothing about the side business though, which I gotta admit is kinda sketch.”

Cherish really only came on this trip for the hot tub and the cute people in snowsuits, but she had no intention whatsoever to do any sort of skiing. That morning she’d bundled up in her pink jacket and gone to explore the lodge before grabbing a hot chocolate and stepping outside. The air was crisp, but thankfully she wasn’t too cold. She could smell the joint before she spotted Dusty and made her way over to him. “Me? Fuck no, there’s no way I’m risking an injury because I wanted to go down a hill on two little planks of wood.” She laughed, taking the joint from his hand and brining it to her lips. “I’ll stick to stretching and the hot tub.”

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When the joint was snatched out of Dusty’s hand, he let out a sigh. “Hey, that’s mine,” he rebutted, his tone soft. He ended up not putting up much of a fight, he was never opposed to sharing, but even guys like him liked some manners. It wasn’t a huge deal to him anyway so he let it go. “It’s not wood though, it’s like... real sturdy shit,” hell, did Dusty know what those pegs were made out of? Sure as shit not, but he was pretty sure they were made with a better material that wasn’t just two planks of wood. “Doesn’t that like kinda defeat the purpose of a ski trip? Shit, I just thought you only got hot tub privileges if you skied.”

alex shook his head slowly at dusty with a sigh. “i don’t think the government would make that up, dusty…” he said quietly, as he stood by the window and crossed his arms, covering his hands under his armpits so he could be protected from the cold. “thank you… i think. it’s nice to know that i’m a… boujee pussy.” he said, not sure what the other meant, but alex was far too worried about dusty smoking in the room than anything else. it wasn’t like alex could just yell at dusty to leave the room, it was his room after all - but then again, it wasn’t like alex wanted to get high either. “i like to think i’m pretty chill, most of the times. but you’re probably right… what do we do now? how long does this take to pass? do you think i’ll start hallucinating or something like that? weed is not really my thing.” he said with a sigh, as he looked over at dusty.

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“You don’t think so? I thought they made shit up all the time,” he shrugged. “Or lie to us. Like the aliens? Those little shits are real,” it was debatable whether or not these were the wise words of a man stoned out of his mind or if Dusty was a full blown alien conspiracy theorist. “You want a blanket man?” He asked, noticing that Alex was trying to keep warm so he lazily held up the quilt that was draped across the bottom half of his body. “Shit, you won’t start hallucinating. Weed doesn’t do that type of shit, bro. It just like makes you feel good,” he answered. “And you get hungry sometimes, but I don’t think this is gonna make you feel anything. You just gotta feel the vibes.”

     “  first  timer  ?  ”   dalton  questions  ,  shooting  the  other  a  glance  .  he’s  not  usually  so  friendly  that  he  obliges  to  hold  someone’s  hand  ,  but  dusty’s  always  been  a  kind  person  .   “  why  don’t  we  try  one  of  the  easier  hills  so  you  get  the  hang  of  it  and  don’t  board  directly  into  a  tree  ?  ”   he  suggests  ,   “  i’ll  go  down  with  you  .  ”

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“Yeah,” Dusty chuckled. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was never someone who grew up with vacations. Even if Ohio had skiing, it was expensive, so his idea of winter fun was sledding on a trash can lid but he was sure Mammoth Mountain didn’t have that. “Like, a baby trail and shit?” He asked. Most people would probably protest a bit, but Dusty wasn’t a prideful guy. If a baby hill was what he had to go down, he’d go down it. “You’re a G for real, man.”

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: January 28th.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Bar area.

Dusty was never much of a drinker. Something about it always just made him feel ten times worse in the morning. Maybe it wasn’t okay to say, but drugs never made him feel that bad and that’s usually why he’d turn to that alternative. After freaking Alex out though, Dusty had made it his mission to smoke more outside per his roommate’s request or if he didn’t want to face the cold, get inebriated by other means. Him and Nolan had been sitting together when the announcement came through that there was a power outage, although Dusty could deduce that when the lights went out for a minute. Luckily for the boys, they were in a prime spot to still have fun if they were stuck there for too long. “You think we’re gonna have to fuckin’ drop to our britches and cuddle together to keep warm?” He asked, clearly teasing as he nudged Nolan’s shoulder.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: January 25th.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: The slopes.

Dusty wasn’t a guy who was in the most perfect state to go snowboarding. He wasn’t quite so sober and he definitely wasn’t an athletic dude so there were two ways this could go. One, Dusty would be fine and get a nice little adrenaline rush. Two, Dusty would break a bone, get a cool cast, and have all of his buddies sign it. Quite frankly, he liked those odds. As he got ready to go down the hill, he glanced over to see Dalton. “Hey man, will you hold my hand?” He asked, feeling his nerves begin to get to the better of him. “I’m kinda fuckin’ scared.”

Ruby didn’t exactly own a lot of warm thermal clothes so maybe coming to a mountain in the middle of winter hadn’t been her smartest choice. She’d been outside for a total of an hour and was freezing which prompted her to come back in and sit in front of the fire in the lobby. “If you need me, I’ll be here.” She slumped her back against the seat and looked down at her phone. 

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Being from Ohio, Dusty was used to cold weather, but even he had to admit that this weather was one he wasn’t enjoying. Perhaps he had grown a little to accustomed to the California heat. “You gonna just rot there the entire time?” Dusty asked, looking back and forth between Ruby and the fire. “I think they have like, hot tubs and shit. That might be better than flames if you’re really freezing.”

alex was definitely surprised by how dusty seemed to be relaxed about all of this, which made him shake his head at the other and let out a sigh. “i didn’t mean that it’s illegal, but you could have just smoked outside… or by the window. i don’t want to get contact high or anything, i have a feeling that i would have a bad reaction or something…” alex said, as he looked at the open window and then back at dusty, maintaining his distance from the other in order to avoid inhaling any of the smoke - was it a little dramatic? yes, but he didn’t want have to call lola and explain how he gotten high by just standing in the same room as dusty. “the window is open, dusty… can you just put that out and take that outside? i think i’m starting to feel something and i haven’t been here for five minutes.” alex said with a sigh, getting a little anxious about this whole situation, but deciding not to freak out in front of dusty and just taking a deep breath. “what if someone catches us? i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to smoke in our rooms.” he said, nodding his head slowly.

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“Bro, I hate to break it to you, but I think the government made up contact high to scare pussies,” Dusty said, taking another puff off of the joint. To Alex, it probably seemed like Dusty wasn’t retaining anything he was saying and he’d be right! “Not that you’re a pussy,” he quickly reiterated. “You’re like... an evolved pussy. Boujee pussy, I think,” he nodded definitively, deciding to hold off on taking another drag because even in his doped up state, he could tell Alex was freaking out a little bit. “Dude, you’ve gotta chill. No one’s gonna catch us and I don’t see any no smoking signs around,” he added. “Next time I’ll take it outside but there’s no point in getting rid of it now. The room’s already fuckin’ tainted.” 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Second day of the ski trip.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Outside the lodge.

After wigging Alex out by smoking in the room, Dusty decided it was probably best to take his hobbies outside for the duration of the trip. He didn’t like to be the bad roommate, which is why he lived alone on campus and even took his RA job, so when he felt his buzz wearing off he decided to head outside the lodge to light up. Bundled up in his winter coat, Dusty fiddled with his lighter a bit before finally getting the joint to get lit. Placing the joint in his mouth, he took a puff from it, blowing out the smoke when he heard someone nearby. Glancing over, he gave a head nod to Cherish. “Yo, what’s good, Bella Dancerella?” He asked, holding the joint out to her as if it were a peace treaty. “You gone skiing and all that shit yet?”

closed starter for @dustymoore​ location: alex and dusty’s room

sharing a living space with someone that wasn’t lola made alex a little anxious, but he was lucky enough that he got dusty as his roommate. the two got along pretty well and he was lucky enough for that. alex was just coming back to his room after spending some time with the people he got along with and that’s when the smell hit him. he closed the door behind him with a frown as he looked around for the source of the smell and that’s when his eyes fell on dusty. “wait, are you smoking in here?! i’m pretty sure that we’re not allowed to do that!” alex said, shaking his head slowly at the other as he rushed to open the small window that the two had in the room - it wasn’t like alex had anything against people who smoked, but he definitely wasn’t planning on getting contact high just from sharing a room with dusty. “maybe you could open the window next time…” he said, even though he regretted saying that as soon as he felt the cold wind hit his face.

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If there was one thing Dusty was thankful for when it came to living in California, it was legalized recreational use of marijuana. Dusty had always been a bit of a pothead since he was a teenager, always feeling like he was doing something dirty when he’d get high, but in California? It was just the daily norm. Of course, it probably wasn’t legal to smoke it in a ski lodge on a school-sanctioned trip, but he figured rules could be bent around, especially if he had a fan going and a window open. Dusty didn’t really know why he had come on the trip. Skiing sounded kind of boring, but a getaway was a getaway so he had essentially holed himself up in the room with some of his favorite snacks and a beautifully rolled joint. When Alex came in, a now stoned Dusty was stunned to see that his roomie seemed so panic. “What? Nah, this shit is legal now, right?” He asked, putting the joint back into his mouth and taking a rip from it. “Aw, shit, man, I thought I opened the window,” Dusty said, slowly looking to the window just to see it was closed. Sitting on his bed, he reached his hand to try and open the window but it was too far to reach. “Maybe you could open it for me? I’m real fuckin’ cozy right here.”