orpheusrivera

[orpheusrivera]

( + 1 notification from Instagram )  @orpheusr  can you believe this old timey camera was cheaper at the thrift store than a disposable one?  wack.

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@jackjones56:  answer my dm!

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dressing up in old timey clothes for a party that literally required acting?  orpheus was in his element.  his prop camera dangled around his neck as he took a puff of his joint, conveniently placed in a cigarette holder he’d stolen from some dame.  was that term misogynistic or period appropriate?  both, probably.  “so he says that’s all six shots from the revolver, right?”  it was all going swell, except for his tendency to drop character once under the influence.  well, at least he’d started off strong.  “and i said,  actually, no, that’s not the truth, ellen.  it’s only five.  one plus two plus one plus one.  it’s simple fucking math.”  orpheus shook his head, although his serious expression gave way as his high renewed.  “but, y’know.  theatre and math don’t really go well together.”

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also starring  orpheus rivera  as  “the man in disguise”

after witnessing a grisly murder, the former gigolo is forced to assume a new identity in order to avoid retribution.  at caswell manor, he is now a humble photographer — but the details of his life just don’t add up.

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( + 1 notification from Instagram )  @orpheusr head cheerleader, homecoming queen, part-time model

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@mrivera1972:  You’re looking so handsome, Orpheus! @connorrivera3 We’ll have to print these out! ↳ @connorrivera3:  He looks so serious!

@lesserfelix:  OMG KING.... THIS IS A STRONG MESSAGE... no one will have the courage to say this!

@cassianstclaire:  god clearly has favorites 😍😋

@leoaalbright:  go ahead then!!

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cvssians​:

Cassian’s back hit the padded mat below with an audible thud, the crowd of tipsy cheers fading to static noise for a moment as the breath escaped his lungs. Fuck, that was a rush. He’d lasted all of sixteen seconds on the mechanical beast of a bull, not as long as he’d hoped but probably double what he’d expected. Still breathless, the male rolled to his feet and took a grand bow,  collecting his hat from the blonde who’d been keeping it safe for him as he exited the pen. She’d originally been the one he planned to speak to while killing some time, but the sight of a familiar male a few feet away had him switching up his stride pretty easily. “Holy shit, someone wasn’t messing around about the dress code.” Cass laughed, gaze roaming their outfit, still a bit breathless from his ride. “You came to kill tonight.” @orpheusrivera​

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as soon as cass got thrown off the bull, orpheus approached the ring.  not to hop on — god no, he couldn’t risk fucking up his face, it was too pretty — but to see cassian.  check if he was okay.  make sure the bull didn’t ruin his sex drive, you know.  super casual things.  so he was happy to see him stand up and take a bow, and even happier to hear him compliment his outfit.  orpheus spun in a slow circle, partially to show off and partially because he couldn’t move quickly.  these leather pants were a literal pain in the ass, but they made said ass look fanastic, so it was a compromise he could live with.  he shimmied a little to make the fringe flap around.  “well, this is the wild west, right?  had to show these yokels how it’s done.”

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felixlcsser​:

Felix was determined not to get to drunk at this party. The past couple of big Yates parties, he had either been a source of concern or, well, just passed out in a bathroom. But he could feel a weight lifting off his body, like someone had just removed their boot from his throat after talking to Ellie. Either way, he finally had an answer, could move on and try to repair their relationship. And now it was his turn to be a good friend to Orpheus, his arm slung around his friend’s shoulder as he steered the boy towards the mechanical bull, grinning at him. “Alright, so I heard that Seb guy’s gone. Sounds like it’s time for me to be your wingman. Anyone catching your eye?” @orpheusrivera​

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orpheus’s eyes flicked from felix, to the bull, back to felix, to the bull once more, and back to felix again.  he wasn’t sure which of them he was planning to have saddle up on the mechanical monstrosity, but orpheus had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be watching felix get bucked off.  at least, not first.  “you’re gonna need to buy me a drink before i ride anything at your request.”  in his defense, that was usually his policy with the men he fucked, too.  “any 7 with a pulse catches my eye, felix, we know this.”  it wasn’t like anyone could accuse orpheus of having high standards.

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hugorafferty​:

So he brought his homework. Wasn’t it enough that he came on this trip in the first place? Hugo thought it was. He already felt behind in his classes. He paid attention, but most of the information went straight over his head. He was using this as a time to catch up and study, so he would be prepared when they returned to school. He was on his bed, textbook open in his lap with highlighters and pencils strewn around him. It was the middle of the day, everyone was out doing things that would be considered more fun. He heard the door fly open, but he didn’t even look up from his reading. Until he heard a nonstop stream of noise. He was frustrated. He couldn’t concentrate. He peered over the side of his bed and saw Orpheus ( @orpheusrivera​ ) doing God knows what. “Hey, would you mind keeping it down?” 

excuse him for deciding to make the most of this random ass trip to the middle of nowhere in the desert.  the wannabe cowboy that lived inside of every gay boy had leapt out and suddenly he had a suitcase full of fun-printed western shirts, jackets, even a pair of cowboy boots that his dad had to have had from some phase.  weird, but whatever.  so orpheus was rooting through his luggage in search of a specific item, and apparently he was causing a scene, if hugo’s tone of voice was any indication.  “sorry, just trying to find my jacket.  you know, the one with the fringe?”  like a needle in the haystack at this ranch.  as though hugo had any idea what he was talking about.  “i’m sorry, are you studying right now?  dude.”

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leoalcrights​:

“Orpheus!” Leo called out, her voice sailing over hoots and hollers of laughter and glass mugs slamming down on sticky, faux-wood countertops. Long limbs moved a bit less than gracefully through sweaty bodies as she ducked underneath the brims of cowboy hats, the heels of her boots hitting the floor with sharp clicks. “Howdy, partner,” Leo drawled, taking his hat and placing it on her head before her brow wrinkled, goofy grin on her features. “Wait, are you wearing assless chaps?” she asked, genuinely unsure. @orpheusrivera​

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thank god.  if orpheus had to entertain one more dumbass freshman, he was gonna smash a bottle over his own head.  he’d gotten some football senior to buy him a drink, but since the wild west was a lawless land, the best he could do was a jack and coke.  not his first choice, but it was still a drink that orpheus didn’t have to pay for, so he’d given the jock a cutesy smile and made some empty promise to meet him behind the bar later.  so at the sound of leo’s voice, his face lit up.  “watch it.  if someone sees my hat hair, i’m blaming you, leo.”  he spun around so she could see his full ensemble.  “i mean, technically, aren’t all chaps assless?  you never hear about assed chaps.  

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holdvns​:

Cowboy hat perched naturally atop his head, Holden made his way over to a group crowded around the campfire, taking a seat and failing to look over at who was seated next to him before speaking. "So get this. That girl over there — ” He gestured to a random freshman he’d been hitting on but quickly lost interest in with one hand while the other held his lighter up to the freshly rolled joint between his teeth, its flame reflected in the pair of orange tinted aviators he had yet to take off despite the fact that the sun had set hours ago. Pausing momentarily, he took a drag, eyes fixed up towards the night sky and the rare sight of stars, before continuing. “Told her I was James Dean, and she didn’t even bat an eyelash. Just fucking held out her hand and said nice to meet you James. Could’ve said anyone… Paul Newman, Steve McQueen… betcha she wouldn’t have noticed. I bet half of these people have never even seen a good Western. Where’s the fucking culture, am I right?” He shook his head before taking another pull from the joint. It wasn’t like he was some movie buff or anything, but there were just certain things he felt you had to know. “Anyway, heard some girl’s gonna do a seance tonight. Try to summon some old cowboy spirits or something. Why does someone always wanna do a fucking seance? I don’t get it.”

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orpheus was strongly considering taking a break from the campfire.  the cowboy aesthetic was great in theory, but the denim and leather and suede and more denim didn’t all exactly scream breathable and cool.  before he could give any more thought to moving — or stripping, each equally likely — holden came over.  his eyes followed his gesture to the clueless girl, then back to the boy standing in front of him.  “just give it some time.  someone’s gonna end up making a tiktok about james dean and she’ll suddenly be obsessed with him.”  with holden distracted, orpheus snatched the joint from his hand and took a drag, handing it back to him once he’d finished.  “shit.  sounds depressing at best and horror movie at worst.  i’m so down.”

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ORPHEUS RIVERA → silver spur ranch → save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤠

well, i can hit the sack like an aristocrat if you're looking for a trick in a box of crackerjacks but i can't shake the stranger out of you

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kvlseymarlowe​:

“So I get that it’s a ranch or whatever —” she begins, scrolling and clicking mindlessly on her laptop at her table near the center of campus. “But I really could use some clarification on.. literally anything. Theme within a theme? A dress code? Like are we going full Annie Get your Gun country? The Simple Life country? Are we sticking to the masses and being Space Cowgirls? I trust nothing anymore. Do I or do I not pack glitter.” @yatesstarters​

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orpheus glanced up from his phone, laptop closed and practically collecting dust in front of him.  no, the window of opportunity for him getting work done had long since passed, so now he was just biding time until he got too hungry and ordered food.  “always glitter.  what do you think this is, amateur hour?”  he smirked at kelsey as he spoke.  in the back of his mind, he wondered if she knew he’d banged her brother.  would that change her opinion of him?  would it change if she knew it’d happened multiple times now?  “i’m feeling assless chaps.  that’s all i’ve got so far.  maybe some tasteful fringe.”

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aarvn​:

                        Despite the fact of not being someone with a genuine disposition to random gestures of kindness, Aaron hated the idea of ​​be in debt to anyone. Close to the last classes of that day at that point, it was very typical that the students were crawling, snaking into the wavering light at the end of the tunnel of another long academic week, looking forward to the weekend. 

                        In stages of tiredness like those, a good cup of hot drink was an excellent choice and that was exactly what Lemann carried in one hand, holding some Art History books and his cell phone in the other. The drink wasn’t for him - nor was the route he was taking. He crossed the path of the lucky one he intended to find in the hall with a minimal smile in the face; blue eyes reassessing the face of the one who not long ago had done him a favor during a stressfull moment. “This is my way of saying thank you…” ​

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orpheus didn’t often do his work in a timely fashion, but today was one of those days where he decided to be a good student.  surprise!  classes actually existed at yates.  and as much as he enjoyed his life in kincaid, the glorified frat house didn’t exactly lend itself to a study environment.  so here he was, in a . . . equally populated building on campus.  but it was at least more peaceful?  he was nose deep in a script, analyzing some bullshit that would put chekov to sleep, when he heard a voice.  his head snapped up, grateful for the distraction.  “huh?”  orpheus glanced from aj to the coffee and back up to the boy’s face.  “oh.  dude, don’t even worry about it.  everyone forgets their wallet once in a while.”

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tcbywheeler​:

Orpheus’ top hat alone was an almost overwhelmingly distracting explosion of colour, without even taking in the rest of - or lack thereof - a costume to match. It still made Toby smile, though, fond but confused at the construction of it all. The whole thing did see very Orpheus nonetheless, no matter how it was put together, “I like it,” he said, tone hushed compared to the environment they were in, gesturing to his own head to indicate he meant the top hat, “very colourful. It’s fitting,” The compliment makes Toby squirm, pleased but simultaneously uncertain, a similar reaction to someone receiving a final grade they felt undeserving of. If Toby could take the others niceties and hold it tangibly in his hand, he’d treat it with the same care and hesitation as one would holding onto a friend’s pet hamster for the first time, “Wow. Very fast,” Though it was obvious, Toby still felt it necessary to note his amazement anyway. When Orpheus instructed Toby the second go around, his hands made awkward, jerky motions without even realizing it, attempting to copy what his counterpart was doing. If the rolling paper had been in his hands, he still would have failed immensely, “You’re very impressive with your hands,” Though he was merely talking about the joint, anyone could’ve mistaken his words as a pass - that completely went over Toby’s head, “Once. It didn’t end very well. Despite attempting and failing for the last while I’m hesitant to actually try it again. I think I overestimated what my lungs and brain can handle. You always feels invincible until you’re in a vulnerable state. But that doesn’t seem to be an issue for most people, I’m figuring out. I’d like to be one of those people, I just seemed to miss the bill by a bit. I was traveling through time last time I smoked.”

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he gave toby a glance out of the corner of his eye.  initially confused about what he was complimenting, orpheus smiled as he gestured.  “gotcha.  thank you.  i tried my best.”  a combination of his own supply of weird fashion items, raiding the more unused costume pieces the theatre had to offer and wouldn’t miss, and a quick thrift trip later, there the mad hatter stood.  one of them, anyway, although this one looked like he was losing a game of strip croquet.  “so i’ve been told,”  he muttered, nudging toby slightly to let him know it was a joke.  but, like, if he was interested in finding about orpheus’s skilled hands . . . he turned his head to face the other boy, shocked.  “really?  color me impressed.  and shocked.”  orpheus simply nodded while toby explained — in detail — and simply waved the joints he’d rolled in the air.  two.  how convenient.  “well.  call me pessimistic, but i don’t think your so-called friend is coming back for these.  and it’d be a shame to let them go to waste.  wanna give it another go?”  orpheus leaned in a little bit, giving toby a look that was equal parts welcoming and challenging.  “or are you gonna make me smoke these by myself?”

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cvssians​:

Cassian practically preened as the hat was placed on his head, his own he’d showed up with far gone by now to the clutches of a wiley sophomore who’d thought it seductive. A shame, he’d liked the hat. “Do I look regal? Mystical? Feel very free to lie.” Still, he led them away from the bong boys towards the open window, reaching for his cigarettes. “Having fun so far? Any wonderland bunnies catch the eye?”

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orpheus gave cass a dopey grin as he flaunted the newfound accessory.  jesus.  what a good-looking man.  his jawline could cut glass, or marble, or . . . whatever the stronger substance was.  he blinked as cassian spoke again, bringing orpheus back to the land of the living.  “all of the above.  like a sexy steampunk willy wonka.”  probably not the flirtiest thing he could have said, but it was what was on his mind.  “yes and yes,”  he replied.  orpheus eyed cass brazenly, not caring how obvious which bunny in particular he was after.

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leoalcrights​:

It hadn’t been long before Leo spotted Orpheus in all of his glitz and glamour, a broad grin already hugging the apples of her cheeks. She was only slightly drunk, enough for her insides to maintain a warm and fuzzy feeling and a glow that sparked from the deepest part of her. “Well, if it isn’t the Mad Hatter,” she called out, leaning an elbow on his shoulder and scanning the partygoers. “What is it, ‘Downal wyth Bluddy Behg Hid’? Which Red Queen are you after tonight?” Then, wiggling her eyebrows at him, “Or maybe a different sort of conquest?” @orpheusrivera​

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orpheus was drinking some sort of fancy glittery concoction, snatched from a tub full of ice and bottles labeled with decorative  ‘drink me’  tags.  he was being dangerously optimistic by hoping that they weren’t drugged.  and if they were?  he was here for a good time, not a long time.  and then leo materialized out of thin air, he assumed because he had manifested her.  he wondered for a second about the drink, but then figured it was because he was already a little high.  “alice!  i wish i knew what the mad hatter said.”  orpheus gave leo a wide-eyed look with his bloodshot eyes.  “did you just speak another language?”

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tcbywheeler​:

Bass blasting, walls shook to the beat of a song Toby didn’t know, watching people he didn’t know bop their head along, on a couch in the middle of a house he didn’t know. Strangely, though, he felt oddly at home, legs tucked up so he could sit cross-legged on a couch with a book balanced in the middle of his lap, “Hello,” he was quick to greet the person who made themselves comfortable in the open space beside him, pointing to the rolling papers and weed splayed across the book in front of him. There were more crumpled papers across the surface, some that’d fallen haphazardly onto the couch in between them - it was obvious he’d been attempting this for a while, “Someone asked me to roll for them, but I’ve never done it before. And then they just left! I’ve convinced myself they’ve gone home, but I’m very determined to figure this out, now. Do you know how to? I’m not quite sure what to do with this otherwise. Would it be rude to give up? I don’t want to disappoint anyone if they come back looking for a miracle, but my fingers are just not the nimble, deft workers they were expecting.”

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did he plan to run into toby tonight?  no.  not at at a party, of all places.  not in winthrop.  not when he was dressed as a mad hatter.  not when he had started shedding pieces of said costume as the night went on, now just looking like some dick with a colorful top hat.  but orpheus was an opportunist, and he wasn’t going to waste any time getting to talk to his favorite sheltered kid.  “you’re so cute when your mouth moves a mile a minute.  they’re probably not coming back, which is stupid of them.  here — ”  he leaned in and rolled a joint.  realizing that he probably should have been more instructive, he grabbed more rolling paper.  “watch this.”  orpheus talked him through how to roll it, holding up the finished product.  “i think i already know the answer to this, but have you ever smoked before?”

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cvssians​:

If he didn’t find any scintillating human interaction soon he was going to climb up the walls of kincaid. Cass was roaming, pleasantly buzzed on a bottle of pink whitney of all things, hiding his general distaste for its existence in its pink, lemony taste. And like a beacon of sunlight, he spotted a familiar face. “Orrrrpheus!” Cassian sang out, shooting the male a bright grin. “Save me, i’m bored and starving and in need of your pretty face. I beseech thee, good sir.” The latter half done in a piss poor imitation of a british accent, but whatever. He couldn’t perform at an oscar worthy level under such dire circumstances. @orpheusrivera​

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orpheus had no idea who he was hanging out with at the current moment, but he heard the siren song of pot and decided that they were going to be friends.  he’d just finished clearing the bong when someone called out his name like a slightly out-of-tune melody.  passing it off to — chad?  brad?  vlad?  whatever — orpheus decided he’d rather spend this time in winthrop with someone he knew.  “cass, my dude.”  he laughed at the british accent, although it wasn’t like he could do much better.  “you can beseech me any time you want,”  he replied, putting his mad hatter hat on the taller boy’s head.  “makes you look seven feet tall.”