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wileyed​:

      she  was  one  passionfruit  mojito  away  from  being  two  sheets  to  the  wind,  but  thankfully  jenny  was  a  ‘fun  drunk’  …  the  type  to  dance  until  her  feet  went  numb  and  laugh  until  her  lungs  gave  out.  alright,  she  may  have  gotten  into  a  fight  once  or  twice  before,  but  it  was  valid.  as  soon  as  theo  approached  her,  her  eyes  lit  up  and  she  gave  him  a  round  of  applause.  “  ooo,  a  duet  ?  how  about  bennie  and  the  jets  ?  i  know  it’s  not  technically  a  duet,  but  it’s  a  real  crowd  pleaser  !  and  hey  -  ”  she  dipped  her  hand  into  her  purse  to  retrieve  a  pair  of  big,  bedazzled,  square  sunglasses.  “  i  even  have  some  elton  shades  you  can  wear  if  you  want.  ”  a  grin  beamed  on  her  face,  brows  raising,  “  but  wait  before  we  do  anything,  ”  she  rummaged  through  her  bag  again,  whipped  out  a  red  lipliner  and  handed  it  to  him,  “  i’m  gonna  need  your  autograph  first  …  just  in  case  you  ever  become  famous.  that  boys  rendition  ?  one  for  the  books  !  ”

he pretended to bow as much as he could manage in the crowded space, head tipping forward as excitement tugged at his lips. “hell yes. if the performance is a duet, i think it counts,” he let out a low whistle, “damn. you came prepared,” he joked, putting the sunglasses and striking a pose. “what do you think, is it a look?” frowning down at the lipliner, he took it anyways,  “ sure thing, ” — scribbling axel’s name & number onto the back of her hand — “there you go!” and damn, his handwriting was pretty good. “so shall we go up before someone else gets an idea?”

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neglcted​:

he   wouldn’t   consider   himself   the   most   confident   of   fuckers   but   when   it   came   to   music,   he   could   rarely   say   no.   whenever   he   was   on   stage   or   singing   or   playing   guitar,   it   was   like   he   was   transported   to   a   different   universe   and   he   was   momentarily   able   to   forget   about   this   fucked   up   current   universe.   jude   eyed   the   other   for   a   moment   before   shrugging   his   shoulders,   “fine.   but   we’re   doing   abba,   pretty   boy.”

theo couldn’t imagine a world where two music department students didn’t sing ABBA — he had spent ten minutes arguing about the best ABBA song earlier in the night. so at the reply, he merely mimicked the shrug and grinned, “want to start with gimme gimme gimme?” his suggestion was entirely serious but the next line was purely teasing, “or are you one of those ‘dancing queen is their most popular song and thus the best’ people?”

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bvbblebvddy​:

ziggy rose a brow, listening to a foreign student talking before he spotted the other. “hey! wait!” he called after, turning to the foreign student and answered their question before running off to meet up with the one he called after. “sorry about that. anyway, you going to cafeteria? i’m starved.”​

theo startled at the sound of a voice calling out, swiftly moving his headphones to round his neck as he spun around — ready for confrontation. at the familiar sight of his roommate, he shook himself lightly in an attempt to settle back into his skin. “hey,” he called out, settling in to wait the few moments it took for ziggy to catch up. “no worries. yeah, they have pineapple & jalapeno pizza today — that shit is my favorite,” he replied, not afraid to share his controversial food opinions.

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open starter : @cybulletin​

theo had just finished singing boys by charli xcx to the laughter and awe of those in the bar — and he was on his way to collect his winnings from the classmates who had bet that he would chicken out when he spotted a familiar face. “hey, you going to sing something?” he asked, an easy grin on his face before he offered, “i’d be down for a duet personally. i bet we could pull off something terribly cheesy.”

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cerulli​:

❝    there is no way that’s true. you’re fucking with me, aren’t you ?  there is NO WAY.    ❞   the grin on her face matches the mischievous nature of his smile, tone far too excited given the fact that she has never actually met any of the three aforementioned freshmen. and yet, she is oddly invested in their lives — in the worst way possible, of course.   ❝   we should put a camera in there and stream it as, like, a reality tv show or something. i mean, can you imagine the tension in there ?    ❞  

“i’m not lying,” and the for once goes unsaid, “i found out because i was visiting,” a slight pause, a second of hesitation, “a friend and i saw them going in down the hall and i asked about it. apparently there’s some other people in that suite, all freshmen though.” he had gotten the rundown on all of them but didn’t think it worth repeating, yet. “ oh my god, now that’s an idea. can you imagine how much money a show like that would make? fuck. but we need a way in, regardless of what we’re doing. thoughts?”

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closed starter for : @gam3rboo

luckily, they hadn’t gotten to the part of the semester where it was impossible to get a private study room in the library — not yet. so theo reserves a room, having printed out different designs and ideas to build a visual map, and his laptop tucked into his backpack for back up. he had texted tyson the room number so wasn’t surprised to seem him already there when he walked in.

 “what’s up, man?” he paused spreading out the pages in ten different stacks across the large conference table. “i don’t know if you read the meeting notes but we ended up narrowing it down to some general concepts and colour schemes. and i, with the help of anonymous art friend, have turned them into visual guides. was hoping we could narrow it down to five concepts together?”

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closed starter for: @cerulli​

“i found him,” he announced, coming up behind angel in the quad. “well actually,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips and mischief in his eyes. “well actually i found them, raccoon boy, nut jar girl & the guy whose dad she fucked all share a dorm,” he pauses, to chuckle to himself about the situation. “must have gotten locked into a lease before everything went down, huh?”

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Radio Rebel (2012) Dir. Peter Howitt

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if he consumed another microgram of caffeine, theo was pretty sure that his skin would actually start to unravel. when was the last time he slept, he wondered as he wandered into the quad rubbing at his eyes which felt sandy. he flopped to the ground near liam with a groan and turning his head to look at him, “i have no idea who that is, what’re they doing?” the name sounded familiar but then again. “wait don’t tell me. let me guess — did they steal a stop sign? no, they stole a street sign, didn’t they?”

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ! ( @theowarwick )

with classes finally over for the day, liam took it upon himself to spread out on the quad with his books. he figures it’s a nice day, might as well try to make it through the mountain of work he has for the night. the pressure to keep his scholarship weighs heavily on him. he doesn’t want it to. sometimes, he would rather let it all go and drop out and forget the whole college thing. but he can’t. he’s got his family to think of, and protect. he can’t let them down. so, he’s studying. whether he wants to or not.

he hears someone approach. without looking up from his book, he says, “i can hardly believe vonnegut sometimes, can you?”

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theo had briefly considered crossing the street to avoid the girl he spotted sitting in the bush, only deciding against it because he was tired. the moment her fingers touch his calf, he flinches moving to stand further away than he had been — and mentally wishing that he had just crossed the road. “oh sorry, i don’t smoke — but it doesn’t smell like weed?” was he supposed to take some of it out of the joint to taste? maybe. “i don’t really know what burning oregano smells like either, though.” a long pause. “are you okay?” he looks around, as if expecting to spot her friends lingering nearby in the dusk, only to come up empty.

“psst…. hey, hi-” not nearly as sneaky as she’d like to think she is, sat in a bush with knees pulled up to her chest, manicured hand reaching for the other’s leg as though she’s an evil entity and they’re about to get sucked into a different dimension. “sorry.” uttered half-heartedly when she realizes that literally grabbing someone by the calf isn’t the way to go, but the touch lingers, almost like she’s afraid that once she lets go she won’t ever learn the true meaning of life. “quick question-” alcohol pumps through her veins, lit joint hanging between dainty fingers, betsy’s brows pinching together as she holds it out to the other. “does this taste like oregano to you?” because if so, that’s her third time getting scammed this month. 

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tarot reader: now I will show you your fortune

me: cool I guess

tarot reader: why is every card death, what the fuck, I don't even have that many death cards

me: figures

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Me looking at my empty bank account: me too

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⋙ did you see THEODORE WARWICK at that rager last night? i think they major in MUSIC COMPOSITION as a SOPHOMORE. from what i hear they’re ADAPTABLE & RESOURCEFUL, but they can be pretty DISHONEST too, depending on who you ask. there was a rumor going around last semester that HE’S PART OF A MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEME, but it seems way too wild to be true- maybe i’ll to get to know UCSB’s resident DYSFUNCTION JUNCTION better & find out. 

it’s a classic kyle mini-intro, you can find the full thing: here! excited to introduce you to theo so if you’re looking for a quick rundown keep reading.

is in the witness protection program following the arrest of his parents when he was twelve and has been testifying in trials for the various members of the crime ring his father ran ever since then. as a result he doesn’t have social and some details about his job are sketchy ( hence the rumour ) because he uses it as a cover for some of the testifying he does. 

he works at a record store! my guy genuinely loves music though he doesn’t talk about the fact that he actually ... wants to produce music on his own. instead, he has a deal with a tiktok e-boy where he writes, performs and produces music and the tiktok e-boy claims it as his own & gains all the clout. but while all of the music the tiktok e-boy releases falls into the realm of ‘sad boy punk’ with sad love songs, he has a secret cache of unreleased songs in his own style that deal with darker/heavier subjects. 

very much is just ... the equivalent of that “hello fellow kids” meme in that he’s just trying so hard to blend in that he comes off as a total hack & just an overall mess. he’s not the most trustworthy person, having to lie about who he is has lead to a non-existent relationship with the truth & he lies about the stupidest things as a result. 

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theodore joseph warwick. twenty-two. he/him. music composition major. manager @ dawn’s record store & lounge.

mini-intro. full-intro. pinterest board. musings tag.

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Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

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Tony Hoagland, Sweet Ruin