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scott-finley·:

When he reassured her that he wasn’t going anywhere, she calmed down, if only just a bit. “I don’t know, masturbate to philosophy podcasts? What else do you do in your spare time?” But it was clear that Tristan wasn’t joking around, and that something bad had happened. “Okay, fine. No more bullshit. Tell me what happened. Tell me everything.”

Tristan physically recoiled at her words,feigning horror. “Don’t..ever talk to me about masturbating, jesus fucking christ Fin.” The boy slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders rising into a shrug. “Okay, well her name is Effie-- I don’t know if you actually know her. And..uh, well, I told her she’s too young for me.” Tristan inhaled slowly, pursing his lips. “But maybe....maybe that’s not entirely true,” he conceded, hesitant to reveal his true reasoning behind the break up. “I mean-- she is younger than me, but only by a few years, so don’t come for me,” he quipped. “I just haven’t had the best time lately.” Though opening up was made easier by the fact that he felt comfortable around Finley, admitting that he'd been struggling lately was daunting nevertheless. He did his best to keep the tone lighthearted, partly as a form of defense. Perhaps Tristan was tired of treating himself with such seriousness. "Do you ever forget why you're doing something, or why you're going somewhere-- and then you suddenly realize, and you're like, shit, how did I get here?"

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declanking·:

declan turned around as he heard someone speak. he had been distracted with his camera, as per usual, and didn’t really pay much attention to people unless they were in front of the lens. “huh? what did you just say?”

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"I..don’t think I said anything,” Tristan admitted. “How long have I been standing here?” The young man couldn’t quite remember how he’d ended up near the stranger wielding a camera. “Were we in the middle of a conversation? I don’t think I know you. 

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scott-finley·:

She wanted to assume that he was joking – but having Tristan stop coming by would be devastating… so she had to make sure that he wasn’t. “You can’t stop coming over. You’d never forgive yourself if something awful happened to me – and you know it. How would you feel if you found out I died from Felicity?” The conversation was taking a darker turn than she’d anticipated. She needed to lighten it up, and fast. “Your friend? Or your friend?” She gave him a wink. “So you’re fucking? I knew it!”

The boy’s face lit up in surprise at his sister’s remarks. “Finley, don’t be so fucking dramatic. I talk to like three people, what would I do with myself if I shut you out?” The corners of Tristan’s lips twitched, forming a faint cringe. “More like...we were. And now we won’t be. But I’m not sure if I fucked up or not, so I need you to tell me.”

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effieparks·:

Effie’s head titled a bit as she watch the older male turn away from her as if he was trying to hide something. With everything going on, it wasn’t surprising for her to find Tristian as her rock. Something constant and familiar compared to everything that she has lost. The blonde considered herself lucky in a twisted way that her boyfriend also was here with her. His words were created a tight knot in her stomach as though it knew something her brain has yet to pick up on. “What do you mean? If anything you make things a lot easier for me.” Effie said mimicking his stance beside him. His words weren’t comforting in fact the tightness in her stomach grew and her brain started to pick at the little hints of where the conversation could be going, “Tristian, what are you talking about?”

The young man tried to take a breath in, though the knot forming in his chest made it difficult. The rate of his heartbeat steadily increased, and he wondered for a moment if Effie could hear it, too. He wondered, perhaps naively, if knowing how difficult this was for him would have lessened the inevitable blow. The steadily rising guilt, however, did not outweigh the crushing realization that maintaining a relationship was becoming too difficult for him. "I’m-- Effie...I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t see how I could prevent that. I love that I make things easier for you..but I don’t know how long that’ll last.” Tristan willed himself to meet her gaze, though his eyes wandered anywhere but to her. “I think you know what I’m trying to say. I think-- you might be too young for me.” 

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recklessbenefits·:

it had been nearly a month since the buses dropped everyone back on their butts in town and felicity would be lying if she said she was coping well. between the fact that she was unable to call her old carer and that she was stuck with no possible way out of town, the anxiety had started to kick in. she needed to calm herself down and that was how felicity found herself sat on the edge of the big fountain in riverside park, staring at the ground in front of her and trying to come to terms with the situation ( and she wasn’t doing well). she was so absorbed in her own slight panic that she didn’t notice someone was stood next to her until they cleared their throat. “what? oh, i’m so sorry! sorry, i was lost in my thoughts, sorry! can i help you?”

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Tristan wasn’t sure how he’d found himself by the fountain, but he knew this was a bad sign. Sometimes he wandered off for hours without being sure of exactly where he was-- or how he’d gotten there. What he did know was that coming to involved discovering  a familiar face. A nervous familiar face. “ -- Can you... help me?” he staggered, confusion dripping from the boy’s tone. “I was just wondering if I could help you, hun.” Frown lines wrinkled his forehead as he reached out to brush the girl’s arm. “You look like you’re about to puke.”

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scott-finley·:

She gave him a playful pout, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you stop coming by, I’ll starve. You wouldn’t let me starve, would you?” At least… she hoped he wouldn’t.  “Yeah, no thank you. If I wanted to be a nerdy know-it-all, I would’ve started copying you a long time ago.”

The boy’s feigned stoicism cracked as his eyes softened, the inkling of a smile playing on his lips. “I dunno, Fin. Maybe I should, you need all the survival training you can get at this point.” Tristan shook his head in response to her teasing before he retorted, “I’m just glad that you think I’m smarter than you-- sorry...glad you know I'm smarter.” The boy fell quiet as a thought entered his mind, realizing there were a few updates worth mentioning to his sister. His dark eyes were serious as he grappled with speaking up-- ultimately, he decided it was better to rip the band aid off. “Uh..you know the friend I've been telling you about?,” Tristan sputtered. “She's not really my friend...How's this for entertainment?” he quipped, tone dry with sarcasm. Shit.

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“You had a sensitive nervous system. You had an enhanced reaction to reality. You were very affectionate. You appreciated things. You appreciated them more than other people. You practically went into trances of rapture. You wanted the world to be better than it was.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Headless Horseman,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.”

— Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via lastdaysofmagic)

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kaideffs·:

“𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐓– like, i’m just saying, eventually we will have to repopulate this town and since i doubt any of us are qualified obgyn we will have to have sex… you know? like one or two couples isn’t gonna be enough. am i the only one thinking about this?”

@thesocietyhqstarters·

Tristan froze when he heard the young man speaking. Something about that voice sounded all too familiar. “Wait...Kaide?” he sputtered out. It couldn’t be. “What the hell are you doing in West Ham?” After the young man had taken sufficient time to register the situation he was currently in, he acknowledged the other man’s initial statement. “And I’m assuming you’re taking it upon yourself to --repopulate-- this town..?” His dark eyes stared curiously at Kaide, eyebrows furrowing. 

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effieparks·:

The blonde rolled her eyes making sure to keep it unseen from me as she stood up and brushed off her pants. “What is it you needed to tell me?” Effie asked her eyes scanning his face as if it would give off some kind of clue of where he was heading. “Everything.” She sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest as if it would protect her. “It’s just a lot easier to come out here and stare into the unknown than have to deal with everything going on in town.”

Tristan turned his head when the blonde looked his way, as though she would decipher the unsaid words from his face alone. She had come to know him better than most, and the vulnerability was unnerving, especially at a moment such as this. The young man wondered how long he could put off the inevitable. “Uh..did I say I needed to tell you something?” he repeated, stalling. Guilt was settling in, as he knew this was already a difficult time for the pair. “I know what you mean, Effie,” he empathized, hands slipping out of his pockets to rest against the overpass railing. His eyes were fixated on the vacant concrete roads below. “I don’t want to make things more difficult for you, that’s the last thing I want.” His cheeks felt hot as he spoke, and his tone grew increasingly fervent. "I've just been thinking about how we've been at different points in our lives, y'know? I mean..not that it matters now anyway...but it will when this all ends." 

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scott-finley:

“All of a sudden, I’m not that crazy for having a few seasons of The Bachelor on DVD in the back of my closet, now am I? Some of you bitches never considered preparing for the apocalypse, and it shows.”

“...all of a sudden, I forgot who you are,” Tristan teased. “No-- come on, Finley. I’m not coming around anymore if you’ll just be playing The Bachelor all day. Look-- you can borrow some of my books. This is the perfect opportunity to stretch ye ol’ noggin.” 

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effieparks·:

Her feet dangled over the bridge as her arms fit nicely into the little opening. Effie enjoyed coming out here now that she didn’t have to fear about getting run over by cars. It reminded her of times when she was younger and able to be carefree and lately she hasn’t been able to do that at all. “I promise, I’m fine. Just thinking.” She said. The person behind her must of been there for a good while. The blonde patted the spot beside her, “I don’t bite.”

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Tristan’s hands slid into the pockets of his jeans as he gazed skeptically out at the water. “Well..if you’re sure you’re okay. Sorry, I..didn’t mean to creep up so quietly. I’ve just been wanting to tell you something, and I don’t quite know how to phrase it...” he trailed off, eyes flickering to the girl next to him. He regarded her skeptically when she offered him a seat. “I-- don’t think that’s a good idea, Eff. You should probably get off there, anyway,” he warned. Tristan pursed his lips together, breathing in steadily as he deliberated over his next words. The boy softly spoke up once more. “What’re you thinking about, hun?”

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Ladies of the Chorus (1949) dir. Phil Karlson

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Stats:

age: 26 gender: male sexuality: bisexual birthday: november 25, 1993 place of birth: west ham, ct former occupation: psychology PhD candidate/teaching assistant faction & rationale: faction #3;; Tristan struggles to make decisions, & he doesn’t mind following someone else’s lead as long as they seem to know what they’re doing.

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ likes;;

fantasy/psychological thriller novels & movies

kind people

locking himself in his room for hours at a time

puzzles

giving up on puzzles

cats

planning ahead

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ dislikes;;

being rushed

committing to literally anything

buses, cars, trains, planes

dogs

conflict/violence

impulsive people

loud people

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Tristan’s parents are extremely wealthy– his mother is the president of the west ham historical society.

He never saw eye-to-eye with his parents, but he loves them dearly.

He hates when rich people throw money at their issues & wants to make a name for himself without relying on his parents’ money.

His biological mother gave him up to her sister when he was born. When he found out at age 17 that he was adopted by his aunt, he decided he wanted nothing to do with his bio. mom. He can’t fathom giving up one’s own child.

He devours articles, books, & videos dedicated to psychology. He’s fascinated by the human mind, and learning about it has caused him to become more understanding of others.

He tries to be a good friend, though he struggles with depression && as a result, he occasionally falls by the wayside. He’ll mean to reach out, but he may go weeks without seeing anyone but Finley.

Tris thinks his sister can get pretty irritating at times, and the two often quarrel over their differences in values.

He used to be bullied in middle school because he was a quiet && socially anxious kid.

He’s very empathetic && forgiving as long as he believes that the person is redeemable.

Tristan finds himself spending hours deliberating the simplest of issues. He finds it difficult to make decisions, and he usually opts to let others decide for him.

He wants to believe most people are good, but he always expects to be let down.

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