evanthompsons

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enderbaptista​  ╱   𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 

───  ❝   ❪ ender && @roswellstarters​​ ❫ + cosmic candy parking lot, trunk or treat event

( CAPPING AT 5 RESPONSES ) 

“ well , you know what they say !! “ her selection of garbage selected for the ‘ trunk or treat ‘ was pretty dire – instead of collecting an abundance of candy ( which would’ve been the safe option ) the back of her car was filled with little plastic toys , of ghosts , skeletons , pumpkins and little witches hats ; more junk to be tossed into the trash an piled upon landfill sites , “ one man’s trash is another man’s treasure . they’re kids , right ?? i’m sure they’ll get more than enough candy from all the boring cars . i’m like the cool aunt bringing them toys !! “ 

“ yeah, no. ”  he says, words accompanied by a shake of the head as he surveys her collection of toys.  “ trust me, this is how you get your car egged by pissed off pre-teens who just want to experience a sugar high. ”  is he speaking from experience ? maybe so. evan had tried being one of those ‘ responsible adults ’  who gave out apples for trick or treat one halloween, and it had definitely come back to bite him in the ass.  from then on out, he’s stuck with giving out handfuls of candy.    “ a+ for effort though. it’s pretty cute in theory. ”  he adds, not wanting to sound like a complete pessimist. 

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knxgriffin​  ╱   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱:

location: feel good records

status: open to all

yes! she thought excitedly as she entered the record shop. knox had decided to familiarize herself with this new town and what better place to start than a vinyl record store? honestly, it was a welcoming break after spending time at her new job. with pumpkin season arriving she had decided to help out with growing some while also working in a botanical garden just a bit outside of town. it was a lot of work and left her overalls covered in bits of jeans and smelling like all sorts of plants.

while looking through a random collection of nostalgic songs, she felt a pair of eyes on her. she didn’t say anything at first, figuring they’d eventually look away. but after a while, a huff left her lips, she glanced behind her to lock eyes with the stranger, “is this like a thing in this town? staring at new visitors?” knox hadn’t meant to sound harsh—that’s just how she naturally sounded—but it was slightly annoying, “or am i that ugly?”

“ i — sorry, uh.. — it’s just that you’re standing in front of this patti labelle record i really want ? ”   he offers in explanation, hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze immediately drops to the floor. in hindsight, he should’ve just asked her to move politely — but he’d just wanted to avoid an awkward encounter. so much for that.    “  you’re not ugly. and it’s not a roswell thing. ”   it’s just an evan thing, really.   “ at least i don’t think that it is ? roswell is a bit of an adjustment, though. ”

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sparrowmoore​    ╱   𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰:

⧽   ──   closed starter   ﹕ @evanthompsons​

📍 teal pumpkin cafe

“ is everyone in this town fucking blind , “ sparrow spat , whipping to glare at the waitress who had practically spilled their ordered hot chocolate across the entirety of their table . sienna stains bled against the paper of their newest designs , creating a spiderweb of cacao-smelling patterns , something that certainly didn’t fit against the sketched concoction between destroying the patriarchy and calling to the extra-terrestrial beings up above . although sparrow moore would insist they weren’t good at anything the end of their pencil said otherwise . clicking their fingers in the direction of evan , they pointed a chewed and chipped black fingertip towards the collection of napkins on his table , “ – can i grab one of those ?? “

he really should be researching for his term papers, but he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off of the situation unfolding in front of him. a focused customer, a distracted waitress and a mug full of hot cocoa  —  it was a disaster waiting to happen. and happen it did. “ uh, yeah — sure.”  he says quickly, wincing slightly at the scene as he reaches over his textbooks to hand them the napkins. “ is it salvageable ? ”

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toxophilites​​​​    ╱   𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧:

          @roswellstarters​​    //    “  HOW  EARLY  IS  TOO  early  for  the  town  to  start  decorating  for  halloween  ?  ”  hayden  muses  with  a  light  hum  .  her  eyes  wander  from  the  shops  to  the  downtown  area  .  “  i  thought  everyone  would’ve  started  before  october  hits  .  ”  or  maybe  that’s  just  what  her  and  ophelia  do  .

��� i mean, the lady who lives next door to us has already got all of her alien themed decor decked out in the hallway, so ...”  she gets an a+ for effort, but evan is already tired of tiptoeing around a miniature ufo crash site every time he has to go somewhere.  “ personally, i think the delay right now is mainly because everyone’s planning to go all out this year. ”

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sweetglrl​     ╱   𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚: 

       (  @roswellstarters​ !  )     ‘  what  ,   never  seen  a  girl  down  a  drink  that’s  on  fire  before ?  ’   she’ll  ask  with  a   raise  of  her  brow  ,   snapping  for  the  bartender  to  bring  her  another  drink  .    ‘  it’s  my  go-to  drink  back  home  ,   and  i  had  to  teach  all  the  bartenders  here  how  to  make  it  too  .   i  really  shouldn’t  have  to  pay  for  my  drinks  at  all  at  this  point  -  ’   she’ll  murmur  ,   smiling  as  the  bartender  brings  another  drink  .  

he honestly hadn’t meant to stare — it was just hard to look away once the whole situation had caught his attention.  “ is that ... safe ? ” he says, tone colored with equal parts concern and awe.  “ i don’t know about not paying, but maybe you can get them to name the drink after you on the menu. you know, become a roswell celebrity. ”  

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wrenderful​​​    ╱   𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧:

 “ you probably feel it MORE . evan , if there’s one person online or in the office before and after me , it’s somehow you . “ wren says , with a laugh , but a deep sense of appreciation . she has no idea how he balances that on top of everything else - but she’s never had someone with such strong , dynamic work ethic . it almost terrifies her . he’s so much like her in a way - eager , and devoted to the cause . SHE HOPES HE STAYS THAT WAY . hopes that the world doesn’t bring him down , in ways that she’s seen happen to so many of her other past workers . “ of course . all the hours you’ve put in , i think i more than owe you “ she agrees , already flashing up her black amex , and sliding it to the bartender to start a tab . “ whatever i think is best ? that’s dangerous  . i don’t wanna be a bad influence to you . “ she laughs  . “ i’ll have a watenshi gin and tonic . “ she pauses , before gesturing for evan to make his order . “ dream big . “ wren adds , in a conspiratorial whisper . “ i have it under good authority that your boss INSISTS you treat yourself tonight . “

“ please, you don’t owe me anything. i’m just ... one of those weirdos who likes working. especially when it’s for a good cause. ”  the words are honest, too. maybe it’s the way he was raised, or maybe it’s just who he is as a person, but evan has never been the one to spend his free time doing nothing. always eager, always ready to help — it’s a double-edged sword, really.    “ well, if those are the boss’ orders ... ” words taper off into a chuckle as he studies the bar menu for a moment before ordering a cocktail that’s pink and fruity and sounds far too alcoholic. wren did say to dream big, after all.    “ so ... i’ve heard saturdays are fun around here.” he’s not sure how reliable of a source alessandra is, but still. “ do you think we’ll get to witness a good old-fashioned bar brawl ? ”

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lilacsgone​    ╱   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜​:

       𝗟𝗶𝗟𝗔𝗖.   —     she shifts slightly, adjusting the books so they rest a little more balanced in her arm and she gives a slightly surprised smile at his offer.  “less ‘research’ and more ‘holiday reading’, really,” she completely lied, face never faltered,  “when in rome… well, actually when in rome i drank good wine and fell in love with the pantheon,” a small frown of thought pulls her brows together for a moment, then lilac continued with a small half-laugh, “but i guess when in roswell, you read about this stuff.   but, ah, actually if you don’t mind — i still have some more perusing to do, could you give me a hand putting them on that little table over there, i really did overload myself here.”  she was used to being alone, and alone in the big cities… not in a small town where people spoke to you and smiled at you in the streets.   “do you come here often?”

“ can’t argue with that, i suppose. roswell is the science fiction capital of the country.” he shrugs, matching her smile with one of his own as he moves to put the books on the table. for a full fledged roswell resident, evan remains surprisingly indifferent towards aliens. he think the concept of extraterrestrial life is cool, sure, but he’s never really fully given into the hype. “ yeah. i like the quiet. plus it’s the one place my sister refuses to enter, so. win-win. ” he loves sandy, he really does, but she and her revolving door of friends could get too much at times.  “ you should try, uh ... ufos by leslie kean, if you haven’t already. that one’s pretty cool. all about how the government’s hiding stuff from us. ”

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ofsandras​    ╱   𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚: 

alessandra pushes his shoulder slightly as he threatens to move out. “and GO WHERE?” if anything, evan was probably going to end up better off than alessandra, but she didn’t really think the tutoring money he was making right now would cover him completely. still, alessandra couldn’t imagine not seeing evan all the time. she gave him the silent treatment for three days in the fifth grade when he simply CONSIDERED going off to sleepaway camp. “HEY– complain again and you’re only getting one!” she teases. after twenty-five years, she knows she can get evan to put the book down and hang out with her. ❛ IT’S A TWIN THING, ❜ their mother always said, referring to how they would listen to each other first before anyone else. “YAY!” she wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. “oh, trust me– after mom went through her brief ❛ MY FRATERNAL TWINS NEED TO DRESS THE SAME SO EVERYONE KNOWS THEY’RE TWINS ❜ phase, i got enough matching with you for a lifetime.”

“ anywhere far, far away from you. ”  he can’t help but smirk at her offence over the mere notion of him living elsewhere. he’d never do it, of course  —  but it was fun watching her react to the threat. “ what, you’re telling me you didn’t like wearing matching cardigans every day of the week for a month ? ” he deadpans, face serious for only a moment before her bursts into laughter. their mum cycled through many, many phases whilst they were growing up. being her youngest meant that the two were involved in them more often than not. the memory of little evan and alessandra thompson dressed up in matching hideous mid-2000s clothing is hilarious now  —  but at the time ? not so much. “ also, i see how it is. i only get hugs when i do what you want, huh ? next time you’re helping me with maths. ”

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𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃.

for evan   ╱   for cleo. 

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emiliasfm​    ╱   𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚: 

location :   in front of her beat-up looking car, parked in the street

“ NOT ANOTHER FUCKING PARKING TICKET. ”   with a groan, emilia swipes it out of her car wipers.   “ this is like the third one in three months. i swear these cops are out to get me. i’m totally far enough from the hydrant, aren’t i ? ”   glancing over at the nearest person she could find, she gives them a look.   “ like, is it just me ? ”

“ i mean, eh... ” he tapers off, rocking his hand in a so-so motion. it’s definitely parked too close to the hydrant, but he thinks it’s a bullshit ticket nonetheless.  “ you’re lucky that they don’t give out tickets for busted up cars, because that thing does not look road safe at all.” 

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emiramorgan​    ╱   𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚: 

“don’t look now…but that cutie at the bar is totally checking you out. need a wingwoman or need me to fight them off for you? i can do either or.”

@roswellstarters​

“ i don’t think she is. is she ? i doubt it. ” he spares a quick glance over, averting his gaze as soon as he makes eye contact. clearly, he’s bad at this. “ how can you even tell ? ” 

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lilacsgone    ╱   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜​:

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  /  @roswellstarters​ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞.

        𝗟𝗶𝗟𝗔𝗖.    —     there were at least four books piled in her hands, two were thicker than her wrists, and she balanced them on her knee as she made to pick out another one.  unsurprisingly, it was a poor choice.   yes, her balance in her stilettos was fine, but the books were not. they wobbled once, twice, and then tumbled to the floor… despite her efforts to stop it.   “for fucks sake,” she hissed under her breath, kneeling down and gathering them up, hoping no one had seen her clumsiness.    lilac straightened the pages of  ‘ the astral plane ’  and stacked it atop carl sagans book ‘ contact ’ ,  looking around for the last one she had spied before dropping everything: ‘ searching for extraterrestrial intelligence: SETI - past, present, and future ’    a pair of shoes came into her view, rounding the isle that she was in as she spied the book, it had slid under the shelf out of view… right next to the others feet.     as she stood, arms full of the recovered books, she cleared her throat and nodded to the wayward copy peeking out from below the shelf between their feet;  “excuse me… would you mind grabbing that?  my hands are kind of full.”

besides his bedroom, the bookstore is probably evan’s favourite place in roswell. he finds comfort in being amongst the shelves, aimlessly leafing through the books until he finds one he likes. he's in the middle of doing just that when a loud thud brings him out of his thoughts.   “ doing a little research, huh ? ”  he inquires, catching a glimpse of the book’s title as he lowers himself to pick it up. unsurprisingly, the bookstore was very well stocked with literature regarding extraterrestrial life. books about aliens were what sold best in roswell, after all. “ i can help you carry some those, if you want.”  he continues,  giving her a warm smile as he gestures to the pile of books in her hands. “ they look a little heavy. ”

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ofsandras    ╱   𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚: 

“you know, i’ve always felt like… there has just been this… THING following me around everywhere i go… sucking all the air out of me… all the fun… oh wait. IT’S JUST YOU.” alessandra cannot remember a time where she wasn’t stuck by evan, even going all the way back to the womb. well, she couldn’t remember those times exactly, but she was sure evan was just as annoying trapped in the confines of their mother’s uterus. “oh wow, the wild pony? did you go on a themed night or did you go, get ONE SINGLE BEER, then bid farewell to those around you?” alessandra once made the mistake of trying to pull evan to a club with her and she made sure that the first time was the last. trying to get evan to have a good time always gave ❛ YES GIRL, GIVE US NOTHING ❜ energy, and alessandra didn’t want to play mother all night trying to encourage him to make friends. although, in actuality, evan was definitely the one watching over her that night. still, bless the souls who had the energy to invite him out. “c’mon… take a break. halloween is fast approaching and i wanna go look around callisto. i’ll even let you get two of your favorite candies from cosmic if you’re good.” alessandra stuck her bottom lip out trying to put on her best pouty face. “PLEEEEASE?”

“ i can move out literally right now if you want me to.  ”  it’s nothing more than an empty threat and both of them know it. evan could barely survive without her for six hours, when they were put into different classes at school. he doesn’t know what he would do if he ever actually moved out — die of loneliness, probably. “ oh wow,  TWO candies ? gee, thanks ! ”  tone is dripping with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes, doing his best to ignore her pouty face. one would think he would be immune to it by now, having dealt with it for twenty five long years. and yet.   “ fiiiiine.”  he groans, throwing his head back as he slams his textbook shut. so much for his plans of spending the night with his calculator.  “ but we’re not doing matching costumes. those are tacky as hell. ”

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jeremyss​​​    ╱   𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲: 

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 — ft @evanthompsons​ !!!

“ OH ! “ jeremy says in surprise , even though he knows he shouldn’t be . he eyes up the other thompson in front of him and offers a slightly uncertain laugh . “ shit , hey man . sorry , i was after sandy … i think she said this time ? but ‘m always early . actually , she’s always late . y’know . . all that makeup and stuff . which i never really get . she always looks great , but i don’t get the difference in highlighters and stuff , y’know ? “ he cuts himself off before he can turn it into a full ramble , reaching up to scratch the back of his head . he always REALLY feels the age and height difference between the two , especially looking up at the male now . “  . . anyways . how’ve you been ? “ 

evan’s no stranger to opening the door for sandy’s guests — she’s always been the most popular of the two, so 99% of all foot traffic to their apartment are people looking for her for one reason or another. “ i don’t think she’s ever been on time for anything in her whole life, man. i think she makes plans and forgets about them within minutes. ” he chuckles, moving aside to let him into the apartment. he can’t pass up an opportunity to take a dig at his sister, of course. “ yeah, I’ve been good. just busy with … classes and all that. you know how it is. ”  aka he’s been holed up in his room avoiding anyone who isn’t immediate family. but what else is new ?  “ what about you, dude ? what are you and sandy getting up to today ? ”

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ofsandras​ ​​    ╱   𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚: 

LOCATION: the thompson apartment STATUS: closed / @evanthompsons​

❝ THE WAY YOU FEEL ABOUT BALLET AND PIANO ARE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT MATH ❞ was a sentiment evan had shared with alessandra many years ago, but she still didn’t understand it. the only emotion numbers have left her with was EXHAUSTION. she thought this would all disappear the second she left school, but watching evan sit on their couch using his calculator for hours just put that same exhaustion in her. secondhand exhaustion, if you will. she flopped on the couch next to him and glanced over at what evan was doing. what the hell did any of it mean? “when was the last time you did something that, like, NORMAL people would consider fun? seriously, every time you open that textbook i can feel all the life draining from me.” his calculator almost perfectly put up a low battery warning. “same could be said for your best friend over there.”

“  i do fun things. i was at the wild pony last friday. ”  he scoffs, quickly rearranging his books so that she doesn’t accidentally sit on them. granted, he was only at the bar for about an hour before he made up an excuse to leave, but it’s the thought that counts. “ the textbook is fun. the numbers are exciting. ”  he continues, grimacing slightly as he realises how lame the words make him sound. and what’s even worse is that they’re true — he’d much rather spend time with his calculator than with people. frown deepens as his calculator lets out a beep of protest, glare fixating on his sister as if it’s somehow her fault that it’s dying.   “ has anyone told you you’re very annoying ? ” he sighs, shuffling through his bag for a moment before pulling out his backup calculator.

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wrenderful​​    ╱   𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧:

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ! // @roswellstarters​

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the wild pony 

“ tonight is my first night off from work in  … god . “ wren groans , closing her eyes for a second . “ i can’t even remember . that’s how long it’s been . and i honestly don’t know what to do with myself . “ in the short time wren has been in roswell , this feels like the first night she’s ever been able to go fully out and about . she likes exploring when she can , but finds that’s next to nil on the availability scale . now , though , she sits , tapping her fingers on the bar top . alcohol is always a must . wren likes to keep busy with work  - and it gets to the point where every still moment must then be filled with something , and SOMEONE , to keep her mind occupied. she looks over , hoping to find a familiar face in this unfamiliar place .  “ let me buy you a drink . we’re celebrating tonight . “

“ oh, i definitely feel that. ”  he hums in agreement, giving wren a kind smile. being workaholics to the core was something that the two had in common — between classes, assignments, tutoring sessions and the mountain of other things he inevitably takes on each month, he barely ever gets the time to go out. not that he minds it very minds much, really ... you’d usually have to drag him away from his work. “ if you would be so kind. the struggling grad student in me thanks you. ”  he continues, radiant smile widening into a full blown grin as he clutches at his heart. “ i’ll have whatever you think i’d like best. ”

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bleumngs    ╱   𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐢:

                   “  oh  —  you  were  the  person  that  i  slept  wit  —  I  MEAN   ,  wait  ,  totally  ,  like  ,  not   ,  “  gigi  to  giggles   as  she  looks  down  at  her  snacks  in  front  of  her  ,  pushing  them  together  as  to  construe  information  .  “  totally  wish  you  were  .  this  place  is  a  total  bust  ,  and  i’m  like  ,  110%  sure  you  as  my  date  would’ve  made  it  like  ,  a  gazillion  times  better  . “   (  @roswellstarters·  )

“ i, uhhh — thank ... you ? ”  he can’t help the grimace that spreads across his features as soon as the words leave his lips, mentally kicking himself for his lame response. thank you ?  REALLY ??  “ i wouldn’t be so sure. i’d probably bore you half to death with random facts that nobody cares about. ” he rambles, hand scratching the back of his neck nervously. clearly, he’s not very good at talking himself up.