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billiesux.

“The first couple of weeks back home with my parents weren’t too bad because I’d missed them a lot, but now I’m craving some sort of independence again. Plus, I don’t know how many more conversations about my future I can sit through. I’ve got to start looking for my own place or something.”

“ can’t blame you for that. once you get a taste of it, it’s hard to go back under the ‘rents roof. you been gone long? could always look around and see if anyone’s looking for a roomie. ”

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just peaking in to let y’all know i’m alive, and hopefully going to be around in a little bit!! i’m still feeling a bit under the weather unfortunately but i’m hoping to be back from this brief hiatus tomorrow.  💞 in the mean time, i’ll be checking my ims periodically && my skype is always available for you guys

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have you ever committed a crime?

“ jay-walkin’ all the time. ”

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vanessa-caan.

One minute, Harrison was tugging on her arm to go see the fountain. The next, he was gone. She watched him stand on his toes to see the bottom of the fountain and then her phone rang. She glanced at it for a second, ignored the call, and looked back up – but now her son was gone. She immediately kicked into freaked-out mom mode. She cursed herself and against her better judgment, expected the worst. What if someone she arrested was trying to get revenge by kidnapping her kid? The worry apparent in her eyes, she stopped a stranger, “Excuse me, can you help me find my kid? Shit, shit, shit.”

it’s not that he has anywhere to be that drives the initial irritation to the surface when jack’s stopped but rather just the fact that he’s been stopped, and even that fades within seconds: specifically, the moment where he locks eyes with the woman and is instantly filled with empathy for her. god knows how many times he’s been in that position with his baby brother, back when he was still a baby; the kid would wander as kids tend to do, and immediately he hopes that this is the case for the stranger -- for her kid’s sake. but all the same, he knows firsthand that it’s rarely that simple, especially at night. jack stops and his typically neutral expression softens into concern, and beyond that, it becomes focused. “ hey, hey, okay, lady -- look at me, okay? take a breath, freakin’ out isn’t gonna help. i been there, i know. what’s your kid look like? what they wearin’? bout how old? i know this place like the back of my hand -- i got you. ” he means that from the bottom of his heart, and with the firm but sincere look in his eyes, it shows. 

as he waits for a response, he darts his eyes around the corners of the area and thinks about where a kid might be drawn to --- or worse, a predator. god, don’t be that, and god, don’t be someone i know. looking back at her, he asks a final question, “ how long’s it been? a couple seconds? he ain’t far, there’s nowhere to go but two ways. we can split up. ”

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describe your ideal type

“ feelin’ like a broken record sayin’ this, but i don’t know. i don’t really date around, never have, and lookin’ at past partners is usually how someone figures a ‘type’ out. come to think of it, don’t think i’ve had a boyfriend. i got hookups, but i mean... that’s all kinds of guys. if i had to imagine an ideal partner, i guess it’d be someone who’d just... kick it with me, watch a bunch of fuckin’ horror movies with me. someone who gets along with my baby brother, you know. someone who lets me be when i need to be. ”  

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Top 5 sexiest people you've seen around your neighborhood

“ five people? jesus fucking christ, five? i don’t know five people, not like that -- by name, i mean. i got nicknames for some folks, but that’s about it. someone’s gotta be the town recluse, you know. i’ll bite half way, how about that? goth dude, architect or whatever, isn’t bad to look at. then there’s the guy that tells me about plants and shit. i don’t know his fucking name. it’s some space shit. supernova? ” 

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You were supposed to say me so I could slide into those DMs.

keep a look out for the next q, weirdo 

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Do you believe in the idea of soulmates? Explain

“ what -- you mean like, person a and person b beat the odds, fall in love, and ride off into the sunset, all storybook like? or what? i don’t really... nah, i don’t think so, i’m not a fairytale kinda guy, sorry to disappoint. life just ain’t like that. i believe in a kind of fate, sure, but it’s not the answer you’re looking for here. ”

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If you could bang anyone from Morris who would it be and why?

“ i get that this is one of those like, who you got your eye on questions but... honestly, i don’t fuck with half the town, and more than half the town don’t fuck with me. in conclusion, don’t know, and for the record? i probably could bang anyone if i really tried. i’m charming as shit. next. ”

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hey! just letting you guys know i’m not feeling too well and my internet is being the actual devil so i’m going to lie down for the night, i’m sorry all i got to today was one of the moodboards, aaahh... oh but also just to let you know i did write jack’s stats and bio? those are linked in the respective words (^:

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moodboard 1 / 2 -- jackson knight & purpose. 

❝ this place has taken all my self esteem, and everybody is afraid of me. and i can't make eye contact with anyone i see, this place has taken all my self esteem. and everybody is afraid of me, and i'm afraid to go out in the streets. reminders of my failures everywhere i will be, everybody is afraid of me. and people freak me out, people make me scared, people make me so damn self-aware. i get bronchitis twice a year at least, my lungs aren't the way they should be. and i smoke more than a mother fuckin chimney. i declare war on my body. and i'm a liar and a thief, taking things from those better than me. pathetic little man with some pathetic little dream... i hope you all can forgive me. ❞ -- andrew jackson-jihad, self esteem.

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ofgabriels.

           “i never thought i’d say it,” he muses idly, eyes darting over the hurried crowd with something akin to fondness, “but i actually missed this carnival.” which is more than he can say for the funhouse — it’s the third time he’s been staffed to it since he’s been old enough to help out. “i can’t wait for my shift to be over because i’m so getting on the tilt-a-whirl.” cue the dimpled grin ; boyish and every bit as mischievous as his tone. “and i hope you know you’re coming with.”

of all of the rides, little dude just had to pick that one, huh? his disdain for his own work station doesn’t show as it might have with anyone else, though -- see, it’s difficult for him to feel anything less than pleasant around someone he was so fond of, even with the proverbial wall between them these days. it’s not like he blames him, anyways; all things considered, he thinks himself lucky to be where they are. jack leans against the outside railing of the fun-house line, simultaneously out of the way of the walk path and close enough to talk to his old friend and he smiles downward, one shoulder rising in a half-sort of shrug. as much as he didn’t care for the carnival as a whole, jack finds himself buzzing with a warmness he doesn’t quite recognize as night falls and the whole joint seems to really come alive -- he’s almost mimicking gabriel's boy like wonder as he gazes about occasionally ( only to look back down, of course ) and think... maybe it wasn’t such a bad place, anyways. eyes darting over to meet his gaze, jack cocks an eyebrow and offers a much more sheepish grin in return, “ yeah? you think you can handle it? not gonna hurl, are ya? i’ll have you know, working that ride is genuinely the worst. ” did he use that word right? genuine? shit, he doesn’t know, but he’s hopin’ against fuckin’ hope for the sake of not looking like a dumbass for once in his life -- not in front of gabe. 

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ffsmitchweston:

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“No, I can’t get what you dropped off the ride and into the water. It’s gone now and you should be too.”

with no attempt to stifle it, jack finds himself laughing at the other’s exchange with a customer and shaking his head ; he’s a couple feet back on his smoke break and all he can think is how much he resonates with him on a spiritual level. “ sounds like you had about enough of this. you anywhere close to done? ”

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archie-reynolds.

“No, but I fuckin’ swear I just saw some kid throw up from the tilt-a-whirl then waltz straight over to the kissing booth where he planted a smacker on one of ‘em.” Archie pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye, “What an absolute hero. Also makes me so fuckin’ glad I ain’t on that booth, then again, with my kisses I’d end up having the entire town in love with me. Am I right?” He nudged the person beside him with a cheeky grin plastered across his face. “Alright, maybe not.”

“ no shit? makes me feel lucky to be on tilt-a-whirl duty, man, and that’s saying something. to think, i was hoping for kissing booth. ” jack chuckles, bringing the soda in his hand to his lips and sipping as he listens to him, eyebrows raising at the nudge. the words prompt an actual laugh out of him and a roll of his eyes, a smirk settling on his features all too naturally. “ oh, fuck you. you fuckin’ wish, pretty boy,” he taunts, teasingly, but he’d be lying if he said his eyes didn’t wander a little -- his companion, although full of it -- wasn’t too hard on the eyes after all, and he doesn’t make any kind of effort to do so discreetly. “ don’t be too bummed out -- you can still make the world fall in love with you, just not for charity. ”

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missroyce-ophelia.

Ophelia had finally gotten off Ferris wheel duty for the night but didn’t want to leave the carnival so soon. Her extroverted personality made this an event that she could finally settle into–even if the own was a left a little to be desired. It just reminded of her of being a little girl again and that was never really the greatest time in her life. She stopped by the tilt a whirl, just to see if it really went fast enough for someone to barf on when she overheard the man speaking. “Well–I don’t think so. I think we signed some magical contract here stating we’re at the mercy of  the carnival gods.” 

“ that’s one way to put it, ” jack echoes over his shoulder bemusedly to the voice to his side as he waves people into the designated line area for the tilt-a-whirl. balancing his cigarette between his lips, he looks over to her and only vaguely recalls the face; the girl who struggled with tinder? the time-traveler, the disembodied voice of the conspiracy goblin rings inside his head. “ do me a favor, don’t get on this thing with a full stomach. you got a weak stomach, girl? ”