tuesdayhcle

[tuesdayhcle]

junosbean‌:

the whole time she talked, holden’s eyes were trained on the unicorn on her cheek. he nodded along, not really looking at her, only half listening, “uh huh. our finger families can be neighbors. have barbecues and play frisbee,” his eyes found their way to hers finally and he grins. “cole’s sounds good, mind if i come with? i’ll buy you a drink,” he offers, “i’ve been really looking to be surrounded by warm strangers drinking a beer. like little penguins.”

“Buy me a drink? Well sure! I’d never turn that down. Unless you were Ted Bundy. No offense but I’d rather keep my limbs attached to my body.” She turned the corner, making her way to the door of the bar, licking her chapped lips. “Mm, kind of cool how they all huddle for warmth, huh? I think we should all start doing that. Fuck clothes and indoor heating, I want to be in a human penguin huddle.”

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alexandcrjames‌:

alexander had been sitting at a small little outside restaurant as he worked on some things. his laptop on some papers to make sure nothing flew away from him as he typed out an email. he traveled a lot for work and he was working on another thing to be going back and forth from home to the place. he leaned back on his chair, the pen in his hand as he chewed at the bottom of it before he felt his feet being pushed and his dogs that were chilling under his chair had started to run off to some person. he groaned and got up as he went for them. he caught both their leashes and whistled at them, getting them to calm down. “my bad. they really like people and one goes, the other follows.” he let out as he got the small pups to sit in front of him. @loganstarters​

Passing by on her way to work to pick up a check, Tuesday giant denim jacket fell below the hem of her plaid skirt, legs cold in the outside air. She leaned down to pet the dogs, ruffling hands through their fur with a giant grin on her face. “Nah, it’s cool. They’re sweet! You ever use them to pick up girls? Not that you look like you would. But they’re like, such a people magnet,” she joked, straightening up. “Having dogs automatically makes anyone cuter.”

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junosbean‌:

unable to help the loud cackle that left her lips at the mention of chlamydia, she clamps a hand over her mouth to hide it before returning to the scene - she’d done plays in middle and high school, and fancied herself something of a professional actress, “the doctor said it’s a really aggressive bout. nothing’s working, they don’t know what to do. might have to just…you know…sew it shut.” a grimace made its way onto her face, sticking there until he was out of sight, at which point she threw her arms around tuesday once again. “my knight in shining armor. i’d rather you give me one than he does, y’know?” 

Tuesday burst into laughter, unable to help herself, grimacing at Juno’s statement, shaking her head. “Sew it shut... I’m gagging,” she stated, dramatically spinning around in her swivel stool on the bar, knocking her Converse against the wood of the bar. She leaned into Juno’s arms, giggling, brushing hair out of her face. “That’s so touching. I’d love to give you an STD. Think it would really bond us, y’know?” She joked, sipping her drink. “Where the hell did you find him?”

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[tuesdayhcle]

it’s me, ur favorite swamp goblin with my second character… i wanted someone soft bc lola is so scary!! pinterest is here!!

[ taylor hill, 23, cis female, she/her] ━ hey, I just spotted [ tuesday hale ] in logan square. they’ve been here for [ 5 years ], and you can catch them working as a [ bartender at cole’s ]. They remind me of [ pencil marks staining your hands, laughing when you feel like crying, kisses pressed into your cheeks ], and maybe that’s why they’re known to be [ kindhearted ] as well as [ despondent ]. ━ [ ooc: olive, 23, est, she/her ]

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[tuesdayhcle]

@twosdayhale: when the mario universe characters become public domain? that is when the world will see my musical.

@twosdayhale: im high but i still think a song titled "it's a me! misery" would be a great number for it

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my kink: treating u right

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When she was high, suddenly everything was funny to Tuesday. She had smoked a joint before her shift at the bar, nothing too strong to distract her from work, so now as one of the patrons, an older man in his 40′s, leaned too far into her face, Tuesday couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Whoa, 4D visual experience,” she said as he got close to her, clearly too drunk, his finger pointing in her face trying to touch Tuesday’s hair as he rambled on about something, nearly incomprehensible. She reached out her own fingertip to touch his ET-style. “ET phone home. Should I call you a cab or something? I’m like, afraid you’re gonna hurl on me,” she stated matter of factly, turning her attention to another customer, eyes pleading at them for a distraction from the man. “Anything I can get ya? A drink, a snack, some wise and sage advice? Knock knock joke?”

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it’s gotta go somewhere.

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holdengrahams‌:

“i’m like, super fuckin’ high. can you repeat that?” holden muttered, hands shoved deep in his pockets and his hair a mess. weed made him paranoid, he never quite got the appeal, but when he was presented with the opportunity, he couldn’t say no - he didn’t have that kind of willpower. “too fuckin’ cold out, don’t you think?” probably his own fault, wearing a hoodie in a chicago winter was the most rookie mistake of them all, but he would never pass up on an opportunity to complain. “what’re you up to?”

“Hmm?” Tuesday asked, high herself, unable to remember what she had been saying. “Oh my god, I fucking forgot. My last two brain cells are battling it out and neither of them are winning,” she joked, tucking her hands inside her giant puffer jacket. There was still a unicorn sticker on her cheek from when she had watched her cousin earlier that day, but the joint she smoked afterwards had caused her to forget. “Too cold. My fingers are going to freeze off and walk away into the night. Start a family of their own. I’m thinking of going to Cole’s for a beer. Drink myself a coat or something like that.”

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junosbean‌:

whether the smudge in her bright red lipstick was from her hard drinking or her constant kissing, even juno didn’t know. when she’d left the house two hours ago, she’d been with a group, but she’d lost them somewhere along the line, instead ending up at what she could sometimes consider home base - cole’s. the arm of a mysterious boy draped around her waist, she was downing a rum and coke like her life depended on it - anything to distract from tall dark and smelly’s stories about his frat. he’d been there a minute too long, and short of faking a heart attack, she couldn’t think of any other exit strategy. until, that is, a new face walked into the bar, and she shouted out to them. “oh my god!” a perfect imitation of janice from friends, her only considerable talent, beckoning them to come over. “babe!” arms wrapping around them, she whispered in her unassuming friend’s ear, “please play along, he smells like he slapped a couple pieces of lunch meat in each pit. i’m dyin’.” 

When she was high, everything was funny to Tuesday. She had smoked a joint before arriving at the bar, lazy smile on her face as she slowly sipped on her beer, only half-listening to the girl sitting beside her as she drunkenly rambled about her asshole of a boyfriend. “And like, I told him that if he wants to talk to Kara then he can’t see me anymore. Like, who fucking does that?” The girl rambled. Tuesday had a talent for becoming every stranger’s best fiend, therapist, although now she was getting bored of the conversation, barely able to keep her attention on the girl’s whiny voice. When Juno approached her, it was a welcome distraction, the girl instantly snapping to attention, a soldier with a new mission. “Oh my god, it’s you! Babe! How’s the chlamydia?” She asked, the boy’s eyes growing wide as he removed his hand from Juno’s waist at that news. “Sorry, I’m gonna have to steal your girl. We’ve got a lot to discuss. Girl stuff, y’know? Might be best to scatter,” she told him, smile on her face barely holding back a chuckle as he excused himself. “Sorry about giving you an STD. Thought it would scare him off.”

[tuesdayhcle]

[tuesdayhcle]

[tuesdayhcle]

it’s me, ur favorite swamp goblin with my second character... i wanted someone soft bc lola is so scary!! pinterest is here!!

[ taylor hill, 23, cis female, she/her] ━ hey, I just spotted [ tuesday hale ] in logan square. they’ve been here for [ 5 years ], and you can catch them working as a [ bartender at cole's ]. They remind me of [ pencil marks staining your hands, laughing when you feel like crying, kisses pressed into your cheeks ], and maybe that’s why they’re known to be [ kindhearted ] as well as [ despondent ]. ━ [ ooc: olive, 23, est, she/her ]

23 years old!! From the suburbs of Chicago

Her parents were wannabe hippies who missed the days of the 60’s. In their twenties, they met riding around on a bus through all of America, living on the vinyl seats and smoking weed as they traveled

Tuesday was an accidental pregnancy and so they left the bus life and moved in with her maternal grandparents, got part time jobs and eventually moved to a small apartment on their own

They never wanted to be parents and never saw themselves living a typical lifestyle, so Tuesday got the message pretty early on that she wasn’t wanted. They were never unkind or abusive, just generally uninterested in their daughter. She was like an awkward antique coffee table from your relatives, something that you aren’t quite sure what to do with but know you can never get rid of

Like seriously she might as well have been a piece of furniture to them. They spent most of her childhood in the basement smoking weed and playing The Grateful Dead while she cooked herself meals of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

Her dad worked as a party clown and her mom was a bus driver so she got picked on a lot in school ghgfdsdfg

Has an intense and burning desire to be loved because she never got it from them!! She made up for her lack of love by throwing it in any direction she could. She’s always been pretty popular at school because she’s kind to everyone and has an ability to make anyone feel comfortable around her

She found in school that she has a fantastic talent for anything artistic. Painting, sculpture, photography, she does it all. Also plays guitar and piano!!

When she was 13 her parents accidentally got pregnant again and gave birth to her little brother Alistair, called Ali for short. 

Her parents actually tried to be good parents for Ali which?? Pissed her OFF!! Like, they went to every parent teacher conference, nurtured him, were just AROUND which was heartbreaking for Tuesday to watch

She wanted to hate Ali just bc of this but she really couldn’t… there was something special about him and he was incredibly smart. Started reading at age two, and was a mathematical prodigy in the way that his older sister was an artistic prodigy. By age four Tuesday and Ali were having intense intellectual debates and she just found him incredibly fascinating, as well as kind 

Loved her little brother to pieces!! When she got her driving license she volunteered to drop him off at primary school every day and they rocked out together to all her favorite songs and she taught him the words to David Bowie’s Heroes

But then the accident happened, and Tuesday’s life was upended. Ali was kneeling down in her parent’s driveway, out of sight as their mother was backing up and leaving the house. She hit Ali and his lung was punctured by a rib. He was rushed to the hospital but he didn’t make it. 

The family split after that like a dropped snowglobe, the emotional shards of Ali’s death exploding in its wake. Her father left, unable to even hold their mother’s hand during the funeral. He blamed her for Ali’s death even though it was an accident. 

Tuesday’s mother fell into a deep depression that she’s never shaken. Her grandparents moved Tuesday and her mom back into their mom, and her grandparents are now the full-time caretakers for Tuesday’s mother. She wanders around most days in a drugged haze clutching Ali’s baby blanket with a bathrobe on.

As soon as she could, Tuesday got out of the house. She applied to college in downtown Chicago, packed her bags and got out. She still doesn’t like to talk about her family

Umm despite the tragedy she’s remained a really kind, positive person?? Her motto is “always be a little kinder than necessary.” She’s actually super embarrassed about how much she cares for everyone dfhgfds

Is a bit inspired by Noora from SKAM in that she’s not a fan of dating and keeps her walls up!!

She loves vintage t-shirts, converse, mom jeans, plaid skirts, red lipstick, big sweaters, pastel colors and her mom’s old Doc Marten boots from the 80’s

Doesn’t really drink to get drunk, but she does love drugs!! Of all kinds!! Mostly weed, but occasionally for big parties she’ll drop acid, or she’ll get high when she’s in a creative rut and needs to just go hog wild and paint sdfgfds

Can get along with anyone tbh

Stubborn! As! Hell!

Works at Cole’s bar and is more like a therapist than a bartender!! People just open up to her and she gets really good tips bc of it sdfgfd

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Her bandmates. She started a band her first year of uni and they play mostly die bars and pubs, but they’re together all the time. Bonus points if there’s some bandmate sexual tension??

Art friends! People who get together to create, pull all nighters working on projects, support each other through their art

The Serena to her Blair. Give her a messy friend that she’s always picking up from the bar at 3 AM in her pajamas bc they called in the middle of the night and needed Tuesday to get them out of a jam sdfgfds

A bad influence! Someone who’s like c’mon Tuesday having a third drink won’t kill you. Live a little. Let your hair down.

Ummm maybe like an opposites attract type friendship?? Someone who she fnids super annoying but likes them anyways, maybe even has a bit of a crush on them?

Childhood friends from Chicago! Maybe people whose parents knew each other, or someone whose parents kind of took Tuesday under their wing bc her parents were so absent

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zekevand‌:

Zeke chuckled at the simile, nodding his head. “I can see it,” he said, unsure if that was a compliment but going with it anyway. Glancing over her shoulder toward the exit, he polished off his glass of whiskey, sliding it toward the end of the bar. “Sure,” he said, hand on her shoulder in an effort to turn her around. “I’m out of here soon, anyway. Place is dead and everyone in here looks like they’d try to play me out of ten grand.”

Despite Lip’s hatred of him, and Zeke’s apparent mutual hatred for Lucia’s brother, the blonde somehow always found herself drawn to Zeke, not that she would ever tell him that. She took out her cigarettes, straightening her leather jacket and heading towards the door, bracing herself for the cold outside. “Hot. Frank Abagnale impersonation. How do you know I’m not one of them? Sorted through my date’s wallet the other night but all he had was a condom and a coupon for free ice cream.” The door swung open with her push, Lucia lighting a cigarette for herself as she did so, passing it over to Zeke. “Want to share? Maybe you can taste my strawberry lipgloss on it. Barbie vibes.”

[tuesdayhcle]

“I feel like that painting Bansky shredded at auction. Little bit ruffed up but still a million dollar masterpiece. Ba dum, tss!” Lucia joked, pantomiming hitting a drum cymbal, wildly drunk grin on her face. Pink barrettes stuck in her short hair, the girl was sipping on a cup full of jungle juice handed to her by one of the hosts, matching pink eyeshadow fluttering with glitter every time she blinked. “Want to go smoke outside? I’ve got a pocketful of cigarettes and a heart full of love. You can pick one or the other. It’s like a sardine tin in here, five more minutes of being jostled and I might go postal.”