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[ajxsullivan]

belicvcr:

she knew his figure all too well— heck, she could spot him from a fucking mile away. which is precisely why when she saw him tracking through the last place she expected him to be, delaney made it her mission to follow after the male, shoving through that same crowd he had merely moments beforehand. dark eyes narrow almost instantly upon seeing him, the words that leave his lips so easy irritate her. “and hello to you fucking too?” the brunette practically snaps, venomous words spitting from her lips. figures that had been lingering in the hallway seem to take interest in attempting to peek in on the pair, something she’s quick to catch on to— heel jutting out to slam the door shut again, complimented with an echoing of ‘fuck off’ as it slams shut. “did you forget you owned a cellphone by any chance, aj? considering i’ve been calling you for like three fucking days now.” her tone is raised, and likely the last thing he wants to hear right now— but she was angry, furious. no one blows her off like that, not him, not anyone.

The bedsprings creaked in a solemn song of protest as he fell back onto the bed, an irritated eye roll barely held back as he studied the dance of the fan blades whirring above him. “God, Delaney, I almost missed your incessant nagging. And to think – you nearly missed the show, too. I was just about to get wine drunk and muster up the courage to blow my fucking brains out,” he said to the ceiling, tone completely devoid of any emotion. At the most, he was functioning as talking corpse, the weight of something sinister rotting atop his chest until he woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, sickly certain he’d felt hands closing around his throat. “Purely for redecoration purposes, of course,” he added after a moment of earsplitting silence, jabbing a thumb to the furthest corner of the room. “It’s looking pretty drab over there, don’t you think?” A beat passed before he sat back up, this time with an apology sitting so hot on his tongue he thought maybe it would be better if he reached into his mouth and tore it out himself. “Sorry,” he spat. 

[ajxsullivan]

@lana_jameson: hey so how come it sounds like buddy holly's jerking off in everyday? asking 4 a friend

@lana_jameson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMezwtB1oCU me when i see a.j. sullivan

@ajsullivan: @lana_jameson what does this mean

[ajxsullivan]

Stomping across the length of the small apartment like an overgrown child, A.J. shoved through the mass of bodies with little remorse, a bony elbow jabbed into multiple stranger’s ribcages eliciting shrill cries of pain that ultimately went ignored. His right hand was wrapped around a stolen bottle of Merlot, fingers adorned with a plethora of mismatched rings tapping impatiently against the glass. “For fuck’s sake,” came mumbled through lips stained slightly red as he reached the door to a hopefully vacant bedroom, kicking at it so it flew back on its hinges with a pitiful bang. Like he had been granted full permission, A.J. waltzed toward the still-made bed with a resigned sigh, plopping himself down on the end of it and kicking off his boots. Taking another swig from the bottle before his eyes could even adjust to the dark, he only noticed that the door had flung back open when a cough of surprise sent liquid spilling down his chin. “Jesus fucking christ, knocking hasn’t ever killed anyone,” he snapped, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “But whatever. Doesn’t matter. Cheers, I guess.” Tipping his head back, he poured the rest of the Merlot’s contents down his throat.

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[ajxsullivan]

hello everyone it’s brooke again askdfh and this is aj! i’ve played him a few times before and i just keep going back to him so here he is yet again…. ive listed some bullet points below so u can get kind of…. a general feel fr him ig. bt ya like this post if you’d like to plot and ill shoot u a mssg!

was actually born aidan-james madigan but took his mother’s surname after his dad died when he was 8 after going off on a bender and throwing himself off the side of the brooklyn bridge in one last wild fit of Melodrama

lived in brooklyn until he was 13 and used to spend days skateboarding n smoking with a band of Misfit Boys who all looked like they walked straight out of hot topic

was expelled for hurling a desk through a classroom window bc he woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day

catch him popping pills @ the function and getting everyone really Worried but it’s really just ibuprofen and he has a headache but did it for the (reaction) vine (rip)

had a liver infection at age 14 bc he tried to self medicate with the contents of his mother’s liquor cabinet

doesn’t feel much // feels so much he feels like he might drown - the 1975

is permanently in a Bad Mood

was prescribed lithium when he was about 17 but he rarely takes it and usually only does it if he has to

has the mentality of “im already going to hell, so fuck it”

rlly rlly picky about the people he likes but when he does like someone there’s rarely anything anyone can do to get him to feel differently

loves music and can play piano, drums, and guitar. he floated in and out of bands in high school bc he was p talented but he got kicked out of all of them bc he never showed up to practice

would rather pull his teeth out with pliers than turn down a dare

went to a psychiatric ward the summer before his freshman year of high school after he attempted an overdose bt his little sister emily found him laying fully clothed in the bathtub clutching an empty handle n a bottle of pills

likes to draw n write lyrics to songs he’ll never finish in a miniature journal he carries around in his back pocket

a scorpio