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hello! i hope everyone’s having a good day.

i was approached by a very nice and understanding mun today about ricky’s significance in this film, and what his role was representing ie. the ( bad ) way people of asian descent have been treated in hollywood / the whitewashing of them as well. they were kind enough to explain why i shouldn’t be writing him, and after hearing that explanation, i 100% understand and have agreed not to write jupe, as i have no way of deeply understanding the struggles that were explained to me. this blog will stay up, just so people can read this specific post, but i won’t be active / writing here.

thank you!

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ok i’m going mobile, and i do For Real have to do comms tomorrow, so i won’t be here tomorrow until i do at least two. goodnight <3

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gordyhome​  ,  amber park.

                gentle  hands  reach  over  to  smooth  ricky’s  collar.  amber  takes  a  big  breath  in  and  a  slow  exhale.  she  hand  feel  the  hard  thudding  of  his  heart  in  his  chest.  “  when  the  water’s  moving  faster  than  the  boat,  you  can’t  control  a  thing.  ”  she  said  quietly.  “  we  just  got  to  take  this  one  day  at  a  time  all  right  ?  slow  down  a  little.  ”

             wise words, like always. some husbands hated how right their wives were all the time. ricky found it both helpful and endearing. not to mention, amber was the only one who could calm him down in moments like these. as little as he allowed others to see his pain and panic, she could pick it out, whether jupe wanted her to or not.  ‘ you’re right, i’m sorry, ’  hand lands over hers. it’s a touch intended to steady himself as he looks at amber with a smile.  ‘ i’m okay. just doing to much, ’  ricky sighs.  ‘ thanks for always slowing me down, ’

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vicemirror​  ,  dr. henry jekyll.

the doctor raised a dubious eyebrow. admittedly, the sweltering heat — and his general distaste for amusement parks — might well be contributing to his opinion of the place, but something about it all felt sketchy at best. “ … right. so, this family show of yours next week — it’s what, exactly? ”

             he’s rehearsed the answer to the question more times than could be counted on one hand. jupe seems to shift into that announcer role, the almost bewitching, entertainer stance as he begins to talk about the new attraction.  ‘ well, it’s called the star lasso experience! it’s a show like no one’s ever seen before, ’  keep it vague, keep it interesting. starry eyed, hands waving in front of him as if he’s painting a picture, ricky glances at the other with a grin.  ‘ can’t say much else since we wanna keep the whole thing a surprise, but trust me - it’s gonna be big. and safe. so don’t worry about it. here, ’  he hands the man a green flyer ; an invite to the show.  ‘ promise you won’t regret it, ’

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deadbride​  ,  mary jo elliott.

it appears that both of them have made a home of the past; while mary jo hasn’t seen kid sheriff in twenty-some years, it’s obvious the influence it’s had on ricky’s choice of theme park — the name itself is telling:   jupiter’s claim. mary jo has little room to talk, however. she’s wearing the face of a girl that has not existed for years, but it’s all she has. acting may have been her mother’s choice for her daughter’s life, but mary jo is unprepared for anything else. gordy’s assault only cemented this.

the veil masks a wide grin in response to ricky’s welcome. she’s missed him; perhaps in the same way that mary jo’s missed an entire life she once dreaded, but she’d like to think it’s a lot more amicable than that. she chooses to sign her response; it’s an infinitely easier form of communication for mary jo since the infamous attack.   

<< grown up kid sheriff. >>   she teases fondly,   << i was surprised to hear from you. >>

             the chuckle that leaves him then is genuine, something from the gut. it’s astonishing, the way a person could be transported back in time, just by looking at someone. it seems like a hundred years ago, just as much as it feels like it was all just yesterday. they’ve both changed, and they both haven’t. watching mary jo’s hands move to communicate, ricky can’t help the slight tightening of his heart. < sorry it’s been so long. > is jupe’s quiet reply, using the sign he had learned when he was only a kid, when he thought gordy was his friend. leaning on the surface of his desk, jupe gave a nearly fond sigh.  ‘ totally my fault. we should have caught up ages ago, ’  they both know that wouldn’t have happened, but it was a nice thought.  ‘ but we’re here now! i’d love to catch up before the show. you hungry? we got great barbecue here. my treat, ’

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6billion​  ,  cho sang-woo.

RICKY   DIDN’T   ASK.   that   sort   of   open   trust   makes   me   wonder   where   it   comes   from.   not   that   i   don’t   appreciate   the   polite   hospitality,   i   do,   but   as   ricky   hands   me   the   beer   ——————   there   is   a   level   of   suspicion   that   i’m   trying   to   shake.   i’ve   been   here   for   two   weeks,   hardly   any   time,   yes,   but   it’s   as   if   i’m   almost   too   welcome.   it’s   bizarre,   but   i   am   the   one   who   needed   a   place   to   stay.   ricky   is   giving   me   that.   i   should   be   thankful.   as   difficult   as   it   is   to   be   the   third   wheel   to   their   domestic   fucking   bliss,   i   keep   my   head   down.   isn’t   that   a   useful   skill?   and   now?   the   drink,   the   way   we   sit   on   the   steps?   it’s   too   familiar,   even   if   we’ve   known   each   other   for   decades.   ❛❛      thank   you.      ❜❜

the   bottle   is   cold,   but   i   don’t   take   a   sip   just   yet.   the   sweat   is   letting   loose   the   adhesive   on   the   label,   and   my   thumb   is   working   it   off   gently,   slowly.   i’m   thinking,   i’m   always   thinking,   and   as   i   settle   my   gaze   on   ricky,   i   can’t   help   it:   ❛❛      why   haven’t   you   asked?      ❜❜   it’s   honest,   and   while   it   comes   out   a   little   sharper   than   i   intended,   it   remains   the   same.   i   clear   my   throat,   and   i   realize   that   it’s   unfair   to   snap   at   the   man   that’s   taken   me   in.   i   try   again:   ❛❛      i   would   have   the   instant   you   stepped   through   the   door.   i   suppose   that’s   the   difference   between   us.      ❜❜   out   of   several,   more   than   i   can   count.   ignoring   the   question   about   walking   around      …      yes,   i   did.   who   cares?   i   didn’t   want   to   be   stuck   there,   making   awkward   conversation.   offering   to   clean,   offering   to   cook.   they   are   too   nice   to   let   me   do   so.   it’s   unnerving.   finally,   a   sip   of   beer.   i’m   nervous,   brow   twitching   under   frames.   ❛❛      you   can   ask.      ❜❜

             you can ask. but does he want to? part of jupe does, he supposed. the part of him that was nosey, and curious. what could cho sang-woo, snu graduate, momma’s boy, top class business man, possibly be running from? ricky, of course, had his suspicions. the law could get a man on many a charge, and if it had anything to do with money... jupe glanced at sang-woo from the corner of his eye before taking a long pull from his bottle, stare grazing across the starry sky, allowing a moment of quiet between the two. when he finally had no excuse to keep from replying, jupe cleared his own throat, giving a thoughtful shrug as his first response.

‘ it doesn’t matter, that’s why, ’  it might matter in the grand scheme of things, but to ricky, right now, it doesn’t. not really. if sang-woo ended up being a fugitive... well, it’d be unfortunate, that much was true, but even if jupe knew from the start, he still would have let his old friend stay with him. jupe had made sure amber didn’t pry to deeply, that she nor the kids would get in trouble, should this home visit turn into something worse, but ricky intended to let sang-woo stay as long as he needed.  ‘ listen, i don’t... whatever’s happening, whatever it is you’re running from... i’m here to help, ’  jupe finally looks back at sang-woo, his grin small but assuring.  ‘ we’ve never been that much alike. honestly, i think that’s why we’ve stayed friends for so long, ’  a chuckle to cut the tension before a pause.  ‘ are you in danger? like - is someone trying to kill you? ’  brows raise. ‘ that’s all i need to know. in case i’m putting my family in danger, here, ’  if it was anything else, jupe could deal with that.

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the injured child sits between cracked ribs. not dead. wounded, yes. angry, yes. i am that angry and lonely child of always. 

#GUTTERSNIPER:  an exploration of rage, grief, a heart too large for a small ribcage, a clever mind, fighting tooth and nail, and the mouse catching the cat; as seen through the eyes of a child soldier named mutt, an original character adaptable to many verses, written by laney.

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desafia​  ,  magnolia castillo.

              there are no words for this.  there is no precedent—not for the specific disasters which have unfolded around them.  but,  if she does know one thing,  it is how immeasurable pain and loss feels.  and furthermore,  what it is like to carry such a heavy burden of grief and trauma all alone.  forgotten and forsaken…she refuses to allow him to endure this in solitude.  that kind of damage is next to impossible to mend  (  she is breathing proof of that  ).  magnolia carries nothing but compassion and gentleness as she settles in front of him,  perched on the edge of her coffee table before the couch where he rests.  concern covers her features as she observes jupe.  she doubts she can get him to eat anything.  at the very least,  he should stay hydrated.  ❛  i can make you some tea,  if you would like that better,  ❜  she offers  ❛  i have some blends that could help you feel a little more calm.  ❜   even as she signs it,  she has a suspicion he will not accept.  but she wonders if she makes it,  he might be more inclined to drink out of nothing but politeness.  hesitantly,  she reaches out her hand and lightly places it on one of his forearms.  

             he has to stop himself from snapping at her. stop being so nice to me! treat me like the burden that i am! the monster that i am! jupe had known for some time now how kind magnolia is. watching her interact with the now digested horses had proven as much. the opposite of him, who remained selfish and fame hungry through his entire adult life, always striving for that taste of stardom from his childhood. he could have been someone. now all he is is a murderer by proximity. all of ricky’s decisions led to the moment his family and friends were eaten, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. of course, he doesn’t snap at her. he can barely look at her.  ‘ you don’t have to do that, ’  she shouldn’t have to. wrapping the blanket closer to him, jupe counts his breathing. in and out, one. in and out, two. he stares at the water cup and knows he should drink it, but he can’t remember how to move properly.  ‘ wouldn’t want you going through the trouble, ’

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knowsvalue​  ,  peggy carter.

𝐋𝐄𝐆   𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄,   a   folder   and   pad   of   paper   resting   against   her   thigh   .   typically,   she   doesn’t   do   house   visits,   prefers   to   handle   business   her   own   office   .   but   decided   to   go   out   on   a   limb   for   him   .   it   seemed   easier   for   both   of   them   for   her   to   join   him   here   .   “   by   law,   when   they   purchase   a   ticket   to   enter,   they   are   taking   on   all   known   risks.   it’s   in   the   fine   print.   ”   she   opens   the   folder   on   her   lap,   reading   over   something   before   shutting   it   again   .   “   so   there   is   a   chance   we   wouldn’t   have   to   get   them   to   sign   a   waiver   at   all   .   however   -   that   depends   on   what   kind   of   attraction   you   want   to   add.”   eye   meet   his   .   “   is   this   the   could   possibly   kill   you   kind   of   attraction   or   slightly   maim   kind   of   attraction   ?”

             ‘ oh, uh, neither! i mean - it’s nothing super dangerous, ’  theoretically. from what he’s seen, anyway. the viewers have, so far, only been interested in the horses that ricky has been feeding them. not him or his wife. so an audience full of people didn’t really have anything to worry about. how could he explain exactly what he had mind, though, to his lawyer, who wouldn’t believe the truth? and truth that jupe didn’t really want her to know, lest she think he’s crazy? man ponders for a moment, contemplating his answer very carefully.  ‘ it’s just - it involves... animals. and if anyone knows how dangerous animals can be, it’s me, ’  the laugh is a shallow one, jupe glancing at the gordy’s home poster opposite his desk before giving his eyes back to peggy.  ‘ my wife and i just wanna cover all our bases, you know? but if it’s in the fine print - ’  ricky gave a shrug.  ‘ maybe we don’t have to worry about it... what do you think? ’ jupe gives a small smile.  ‘ you’re the expert and all, ’

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@haywoodshorses​  ,  continued.

             normally, jupe wouldn’t let others see this side of him. the anxious, crumbling side. the traumatized one. he was good at hiding it away, covering it up with busy work and grand gestures and smoke and mirrors. not today. poor oj had caught him at the most inopportune time - the day was a long and tiring one. all of the kids running around, the adults unable to wrangle them. his own kids were needy, and as much as jupe wanted to be there for them, he could only do so many things at once. and where had that boy gotten that balloon? the plastic gave a number to a car dealership, seen just before the thing had exploded. it may have sounded like a normal pop to everyone else, but to jupe, it was a grenade. everyone down! at least he’d managed to stow himself away before the shallow breaths and sweat had begun, but not far enough for him to hide from oj.

‘ not often, just - sometimes. only sometimes, ’  he is breathing. or he’s trying to. it’s hard when your lungs felt as if they were collapsing in on themselves. ricky, shocked that he could even speak right now ( oj had missed the worst of it, jupe supposed ), gave the other man a shaky smile, raising his hand to let oj know that he didn’t have to worry about it.  ‘ i’m good, ’  is he? deep breath is taken before he turns to look at the other.  ‘ like i said, comes and goes. and now it’s gone. no sweat, ’  it’s almost admirable, how quickly jupe snaps back into that charismatic, enthusiastic facade of his.  ‘ i’m good, ’  he reiterates, either to oj, or himself, it’s hard to tell.  ‘ thanks for coming around, though! what brings you here, oj? ’

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i got home late so i’m only here for an hour, but hi <3

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i’m almost off work and then i’ll be away for a couple hours, but i’ll be back to continue plotting and stuff later <3

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some designs jupe would wear when hosting a live show at jupiter’s claim.

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💭 + relationship with his kids

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he has an overall amazing relationship with his kids. growing up with two parents that loved him, he wanted to be as good of a father as his was. however, there are times where he’s not present. they’re rare, but jupe’s depression can get the better of him. during these times he turns into a bit of a workaholic, and it’s hard to get him out of his office. most days, though, he’s happy to spend time with his sons in any way they want. ricky has done his best to raise them as kind and open, though they do seem to get into a lot of mischief. him and amber have three sons because they kept trying for just one girl lmao. obviously that never happened, but jupe loves his kids more than anything in the world.

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💭 irritation

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ricky isn’t an irritable man. a little anxious, yes. but he doesn’t get upset / angry that often. i do believe he takes a step back to cool down before he would portray any sort of aggravation. he’s most irritable, i’d say, when he’s having flashbacks / about to have them / right after having them, also around panic attacks, or when he’s just having a bad brain day. he tries not to take that out on others, though. he does a pretty good job. the few times he’s snapped at his wife he’s apologized immediately and they worked it out together.