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syd-belcourt‌:

Sydney nodded, following Ethan with her hands tucked behind her back. She wasn’t as present as she’d like to be, but her features creased into something akin to seriousness, humming and hawing at the right moments and biting into her cheek to hide laughter that was determined to slip through. “Babe,” she shouted (in any other instance her voice would have been a whisper, but she wanted Ethan to hear,) “I don’t know if that’s an aesthetic choice, I think he just has an eye patch.”

He blinks at the consideration, eye flitting over to the stranger and back before frowning. “Maybe, but he chose that eye patch for a reason!” he argued, set in his belief that on some level it had been a fashion choice. “He could have gotten a different one in a different colour or shape, but he chose that one. What does it mean?”

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andrcmda‌:

Romy let out a soft laugh at Ethan, wondering what exactly he’d taken and where she could get it. Currently she had been sticking to shots of vodka, the alcohol feeling like water to her by now. “God of war huh? Kind hot,” she shrugs, slipping a drink out of a passerby’s hand, turning away from them when they began to look around in shock that someone had taken their drink. She took a generous gulp, wiping the droplets of spiked punch from her lips. “I took a mythology class in high school, but all I really remember is that everyone fucked each other and Circe turned men into pigs.”

“not as hot as the god of fire,” he quipped, laughing as she stole the drink. “yeah, circle loved turning men into pigs. nothing will ever outdo medusa being turned into a gorgon by athena, who uses the fact she has no choice but to act to gift the woman a power that would protect her from the men who harmed her.” he mimicked a chef’s kiss with a loud smack. “greece was still a patriarchy, after all.”

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@chiefofallmuses​

“you know, i’ve been thinking about the politics stuff that we were talking about,” he starts, pausing to brush the hair out of his face. a deep breath followed by a sigh, as though he’s carrying some large burdern. “and like we need to take care better care of each other,” he says, voice cracking slightly as his eyes fill with tears. “i just, i feel powerless and confused and overwhelmed by everything, you know? and what if i make the wrong choice, if i trust the wrong person and my vote makes everything worse?”

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@jamesmarlowe​

“oh my god, it’s my roommate!” ethan cheered, shoulders wagging back and forth as he skipped over to marlowe. “my roomie, why are you never around --- do you have to act like a dad that left to get cigarettes and never came back?”

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@syd-belcourt​

“everyone here looks like art,” they declare as they approach their self-appointed mentee with a wide grin stretching across their face. they point to another student dancing in the crowd, though he weaves into the masses in the blink of an eye and add, “see syd, that guy is pulling off the one-eyed water flea look. this whole party, just performance art. isn’t it inspiring?”

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@rosasamuels​

there was a weird sort of thing with ethan and the others who lived in noland --- almost everyone in the house bar a freshman had been begged by the grad student to model for one prohect or another ( although plenty of them had declined ). but this momentary interaction gave him the ability to approach his housemates with ease. “rosa, hey, rosa!” he sang in greeting, a scratchy off-tune tone. “how are you, is your semester going well? been a while since we chatted so we really should catch up.”

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stellcs‌:

     it was no surprise that splatterhouse was filled to the brim – the parties were a classic in itself, but the host’s return after an extended hiatus added an extra buzz to the festivities. the theme didn’t hurt either with stella taking full advantage of it in a very pink and glittery ensemble. the black lights served to bring her vision to be an attention-seeking eyesore to completion. lingering in a less crowded corner of the warehouse, she studied her surroundings, hoping to nail down a drink or a semi-familiar face. the latter won out as she skipped toward the first figure she caught sight of. “hey,” she yelled out to catch their attention, before shimmying right up next to them. “you look like you need a drink. wanna create a two-person human shield with me so we can push our way through the crowd and track down some tequila?” 

a tie hangs around his neck, loosened to the point where it’s barely hanging on is it glows & glitters in the blacklight. a half empty bottle hangs in his hand as he stands near the edge of the crowd, searching through the people. “oh, hey! i already have a drink ----” he cuts himself off as his dismissive expression turns interested “---- although human shielding sims fun and tasty is tasty.” he comes to a silent conclussion, downing the rest of the drink and rolling away from the crowd. “let’s go, my fellow human shield.”

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@andrcmda​

ethan stumbled forward, long cardigan falling up to reveal a lithe statured bath in colourful lights and left uncovered due to his shiftless nature as he came to a clumsy stop. a dopey grin stretched across his face in a moment, “hey, did you know mars was named after the roman god of war --- who was the same as ares god of war, husband of aphorodite? that guy was such a dick sometimes, he just loved war. which is fucking bizarre man.”

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chiefofallmuses‌:

     "honestly,“ calliope started, and anyone who knew her would curse the moment they’d chosen to sit with her while she was researching for her next article. there were, objectively, slim chances that they’d be able to up and leave before she was done ranting about whatever new scandal had broken in d.c. – there were a lot of those. "i swear, if people our age simply turned up to vote – did you know only 46% of 18 to 29 year-olds actually voted in 2016? that’s disappointing. the generation that’s supposed to save the fucking world,” there was an exasperated sigh that followed her almost endless sentence. that’s what they got for trusting she’d be silent this time, anyway.

having been assigned to a large portion of proposals to read and grade, ethan was trying to get ahead. “i mean, yeah.” he winced, listening to the other rant with an apathetic expression.  “but also why is it our responsibility to save the world? people should vote, definitely, but the idea that all of the responsibility should be on us is a little harsh.” not to mention the amount of pressure that put on people.

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campbellwillow‌:

“Literally when have you ever known me to do something without thinking it through?” Willow replied. She took a sip of her chai, eyes glancing between Ethan and the remains of Roman’s head again. The brunette realized that the two of them probably looked strange, just standing around staring at shattered pieces of sculpture, but she wasn’t about to make the first move to do something. This was definitely an Ethan problem, she was just there to observe. “So you’re telling me that art is mostly just… shit the artists made up to pretend to give their mistakes deeper meaning?” She took another sip of her drink. “I knew it.”

“We all have our moments, whether we admit to it or not,” he pointed out with a tilt of his head and a slightly raised eyebrow. “Not entirely, it’s more that artists don’t always start off with a meaning in mind. It’s something that can develop with time as the project does. You know like evolution or whatever?” He sighs looking at the remains of Roman, “And sometimes, things go terribly wrong.”

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ohtaras‌:

Tara gaped at him, a hand slapped over her mouth as she stared at the shattered pieces scattered across the ground. It wasn’t even her art and she could feel herself fraying at the edges just thinking about what she’d do if she had spent all that time on a piece only to watch it come crumbling down in a matter of seconds. “Oh my god,” was all she could say as she stared, her eyebrows practically lost in her hairline. “I can’t believe– I just… Oh my god. Why did… You just– And after, you threw it! I can’t believe that just happened.” She shook her head back and forth, her mouth still hanging open. “Can I like… get you a drink or something? I don’t even know what to say.” 

He offered the other a soft smile, feeling almost serene as he looked at the destruction. “It’s quite alright Tara, I think he was just trying to tell me to move on.” He patted Roman on the shoulder one last time before shoving the statue over onto the sidewalk. “Sometimes art isn’t meant to be what we thought it would be. I’ll redo the project, later. A drink does sound good, though. Where were you thinking?”

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bevflanagan‌:

“Aw, that’s really sad, that’s like that episode of Spongebob where Squidward teaches that art class and they’re carrying that sculpture he made out and its head falls off and shatters and then he wails about the hair he’ll never have,” Beverly explained, before tilting her head and squinting at the remains.  “Put like, the animatronic head of Chuck E. Cheese, it’ll have some sort of art expression and meaning behind it that someone else can come up with, so you don’t have to do any of that kind of work.”

“Should I start wailing about the hair that I do have?” He pondered, pushing some of his hair away from his face after it took that moment to fall into face. “I, well that’s not bad idea, it sounds more like Marlowe’s style than mine,” he replied, and as much as he appreciated his roommate ( and okay he didn’t at all ) he would hate to be confused with him. “I think I might just leave it like this. Do you think that will work or is it too obvious?”

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teddylawrence‌:

Like someone flicking a light switch, Teddy immediately began to turn into the petty, childish version of himself that was primarily reserved to annoy people than bothered him as much as Ethan did. Hands on his hips and bent over slightly, Teddy looked identical to the meme of Spongebob mocking someone before whining out, “Maybe they’re mimicking behaviour!” followed by a classless middle finger flashed in Ethan’s direction, “You would die if you didn’t take the bread, moron, that was the point of the question.” Watching Ethan bend to pick up his easel, Teddy would’ve usually leaped at the opportunity to help, but instead found himself fighting the urge to actually kick the easel further away from the other, “What has led you to that conclusion, Ethan? When have you ever given me good advice? Or any advice? I like advice just as much as the next guy, I’m not a lunatic,” he huffed, growing so annoying he eventually lugged the entire slice into the creek.

Ethan snorted to himself at Teddy’s mocking, silently using it justify his own behaviour towards the other --- because it felt less awful when it was because Teddy was being just as petty and childish rather than just being how he was. “Real mature,” he snarked, voice condescending as he snapped the easel into place. “Well, you have your answer so I don’t see what the problem is Lawrence.” HIs upper lip curled into a half-snarl before he turned away, pausing to watch the other did so. “And you’re just so good at taking it, aren’t you? Your actions continue to speak for themselves, as always, I see.”

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searching4alaska‌:

alaska: like, is there blood everywhere?

alaska: and yes, who LOSES a head??

ethan: no ? why would there be

ethan: oh right

ethan: my bad, it’s a sculpted head. 

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eleanorxpines‌:

elle knew that she should be inside, studying for some sort of test coming up or writing some paper that was going to be due in the next week or something, but her parents had been extra annoying lately and she didn’t feel like dealing with them. in order to keep herself busy and not even thinking about them, she decided to head outside and go for a jog. when she was rounding the corner, even with her heads in she could hear the art piece shatter against the gravel of the walkway. and while it was obviously intentional, she was still a little concerned for the other human. she walked up to him and she shook her head slowly. “oh no, no need to apologize. i know sometimes we need to get our anger out. i mean here i am going for a run, and you are smashing art into the ground but hey, no judgement coming from me.” she said as she innocently put her hands up. “anything i can help you with?”

“it’s my art, if that makes it any better?” he explained, kicking the pieces over the curb and wondering if it was too late to redo the entire project. and in a delayed reaction, the no judgement addition processed and he winced at himself. “i just, i guess sometimes it just.” he sighs, pausing for a moment in an effort to stop tripping over his own words. a deep breath in and he tries again, “sometimes i wonder if i’m doing the right thing, you know? like i make things and it takes hours if not days and then, i’m still not satisfied. hashtag noland kid problems.”

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rhctthq‌:

the simplicity of the other’s story drew an abrupt laugh from rhett, hand flitting to his lips to stifle it before he could scare off the initial source of his criticism. “memorial day! fucking hell, real romantic, were they? legend says it’s still in the car to this day, innit’?” dropping his hand back into his lap as he sank deeper in his seat, rhett cast his eyes toward ethan at the other end, eyeing them quizzically and biting back a simper. “good. i’d cut it open and step inside, like a full body costume.”

he laughs at the idea of his ex ever being romantic, shaking his head slightly. “not quite, he was an impulse shopper. it did escape the car, it’s sitting in a corner of my parents’ attic now actually.” and there it would stay, for the time being at least. “you know, you say that as if it’s going to deter me, but all i can think about is how impressed slash disturbed my professors would be if i submitted a painting of that.”

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eliaspaxton‌:

“Really just thought you were going to accuse me of smoking crack,” he muttered, glancing toward where Ethan had pointed. “Um… I mean, I don’t know shit about art, honestly. That’s more Gunner’s range, but… Isn’t it all about perception and — I mean, you could probably salvage it and make up some bullshit about the state of mind or whatever.”

“i think it’s a little early for smoking crack, although the defensiveness does make me wonder,” he teased. “i thought maybe you’d have learned art via osmosis --- you’re right, though, it’s about perception. though i’ll definitely have to rewrite my description of the piece and i know nothing about psychology --- aren’t you a psych major?”