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You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece | Alexander. 25. Striker for PSG.

[alexander-kaligaris]

dccmdays‌:

“there’s no need - but i’ll still do it,” she states easily enough, her tone void of any warmth ( but to be fair - there was no chill either ). she knew ENOUGH about alex kaligaris - didn’t know him personally, but heard plenty through whispers in the hall during her time at wdu. “call it being observant - but it’s also NOT everyday you see someone return to their college town. usually when people get out, they STAY out. miss the memo ?”

Alex remembers the face before he remembers the name - she was in his year. Mikaela had always given off nothing but bad vibes - and now he remembered why he had never liked her to begin with. “Guess you weren’t smart enough to get out in the first place, huh?”

[alexander-kaligaris]

inferniity‌:

he can’t deny he was staring; still is, actually. but there was something about the stranger’s face that seemed way too familiar and he felt like if he stared a few seconds more he’d get the answer he’s looking for. it works, there’s a vague memory of his face in some sort of alumni related article. it’s weird though, why would an already graduated person… in crutches, be back in college ground? “do you even go here? or are you like… lost?”

Alex was used to the stares - but not here. not in buena vista. “I..” he paused, unsure of how to answer. He had lived here since he was 15 years old - but the campus was unrecognizable now. “Yeah I do - do I look lost?”  

[alexander-kaligaris]

prcphecies‌:

“Sorry, so sorry. I don’t mean to stare,” Olympia smiled sheepishly as she looked up at Alex. “I know you probably have had to answer this question a least a dozen times, but if you don’t mind me asking…what happened?”

“Got a cleat to the knee.” Alex shrugged, his tone as casual as he could make it, his words betraying that he lived in an entirely different world. Most people knew about what had happened. “ACL tear.” The most common injury for footballers - of course it would happen to him at some point. But why now?

[alexander-kaligaris]

“There’s no need to stare - haven’t you seen a guy on crutches before?” It is an attempt to be humorous - but when has it ever come off that way? Better that than to let his pride be stepped on, the same way his knee was. Now it hangs limp from his torso, a cast winding its way up Alex’s leg.

[alexander-kaligaris]

Happy Birthday Rachel!! Since I couldn’t make u anything good, ur gonna have to settle with this just like you settle with me being your friend. But seriously, we’ve been friends for like 8 or 9 years now? and I could not IMAGINE my life without you. That’s like almost half my goddamn life lmao. I love you so goddamn much. You are so opinionated and loud and clever and talented, you have such an eye for art and are so smart and funny and I always love talking to you. I think u have a very limited understanding of exactly how much I love you and appreciate you. I am forever grateful for your friendship and I love you. Happy 21st <3 @rylie-barton

[alexander-kaligaris]

wdacadcmy‌:

CHARACTER STATS

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:  alexander jason kaligaris

ᴀʟɪᴀs (ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs):  alex, alexi, 5 second kaligaris

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cis male ( he / him )

ᴀɢᴇ: twenty five 

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:  august 20th, 1994

sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs: greek, english and some french

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: striker for paris saint germain

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: a dui

ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs: officially none

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: blue

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: brown

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: six foot two inches

sᴄᴀʀs: a straight mark running along his left foot, scars from a tendon surgery

ʙᴜʀɴs: none

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no

ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx: yes

ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ: yes

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ: no

ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ: yes

ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ: yes

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: no  

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: none

sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ/ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs: no / yes / never

ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: yes

ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: yes

ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ: yes, re: ankle

sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs: definitely

ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: no

ᴀ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʀ: depends on the person

ᴀ ᴋɪssᴇʀ: definitely

sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: no

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: not really

ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ: with secrets? yes. otherwise? not really

sɪɴɢʟᴇ: yes

ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ: yes

ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs: no

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: no

ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: no

ғᴇᴀʀs: injury, his family controlling his life, being unlovable

sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: andrea kaligaris

ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: hercules ( father ) & megara ( mother )

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: none yet

ᴘᴇᴛ(s): none

[sharmanclub]

[alexander-kaligaris]

HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY ALEXANDER KALIGARIS !

here’s to a man who’s far from perfect. to a man who’s as brave and bold as he is cowardly. to a man who’s as cruel as he is kind, as loyal as he is selfish, as complicated as he is simple. here’s to a man who loves about his friends than anything, even if he doesn’t show it. here’s to a man who’s greatest strength and fatal flaw is his humanity.

[sherbetsunsetsmm-deactivated202]

@alexander-kaligaris

Rory had been staying with Kena the past couple of nights and in many ways it was great, in others it meant that neither of them would get a good nights sleep until this madness ended. Kenzie got too excited by them all being under the same roof and continued to wake them up at the crack of dawn every day to demand her cereal. She still very much did not understand what a minute meant. The longest a minute had lasted thus far was about thirteen second. They got closer every morning.

Rory was off out for a walk and a smoke, hoping he would successfully avoid most people, namely his sibling who would just wind him up for being a domesticated pup. Instead, as he walked with his cigarette hanging from his mouth he spotted a less than desirable human. Alex Kaligaris. He didn’t know that much about him. Or him and Rylie, really. Rory wasn’t the sort to require much information to hate someone, so he hated Alex quite easily. The man’s face also helped. Very punchable. “Kaligaris.” He greeted him coolly.

[alexander-kaligaris]

He almost ran into the other man. Alex probably should have been paying more attention, considering the last time he had run alone through the woods of Buena Vista. No one ever said he was the sharpest cookie in the shed. But no one ever believed he would get this far. A grimace flicked over his face - smoking had to be bad for the lungs, especially in this contained air.

“Who are you?” Alex asked, almost an accusation. He was used to people knowing his name: at school, everyone knew who he was and in France, people were starting to recognize him, on the streets, walking to the supermarket, at bars and restaurants. He was still getting used to it - it was a different sort of fame than being popular at school. But this man belonged to neither of these categories, as far as Alex could tell. So that begged the question. 

[alexander-kaligaris]

jacks-onian‌:

“My sister’s told me that before.” He pushed himself from where he had been leaning and scooted himself onto one of the stools adjacent to the other. “Says I always look ready to push someone down the stairs for spite. Thanks,” he took the drink and put it to his lips almost immediately downing in a gulp like it were a shot. “Have we met before?” he questioned, setting the glass back down. “Actually, I think we have, or else I’ve just seen you around. Aren’t you, like, popular among the people, or somethin’?”

“So’s mine,” Alex chuckled, rolling the empty glass softly between his palms. It was empty - for now. “Don’t think so.” It wasn’t uncommon for people to recognize him, but Alex was unsure about this setting. He had forgotten most of his schooling years, to be honest, and it was a little embarrassing to forget the name of an old classmate. “You could say that. I’m Alex.” He reached his hand out in a greeting, an alcohol induced smile playing across his lips. 

[inviictas]

* closed starter for / @alexander-kaligaris !

she hadn’t crossed paths with anybody that she knew. that, in itself, wasn’t much of a surprise. calysta had kept to herself when she was attending the school, socializing largely with her sister and… well. no one else. she hadn’t really made a bunch of friends, and even if she had - she would’ve lost touch with them fast considering the fact that she had dropped out two years in, and moved home double quick. she knew as little as anybody else did about why SHE of all people had been brought here, and she was having about as much fun as everybody else was, to boot ; but it was maybe made a little worse by the fact that she didn’t even have the option of company. 

she really hadn’t been looking out for him. really. of course, she had heard that alexander was somewhere in town - along with andrea - but she hadn’t been listening for his name, per say, and she hadn’t been on the LOOKOUT. it would have been rude ignore him when she caught sight of that unmistakable, abhorrent mop of hair. at least ; she told herself that. 

“we’re dead, right?” the three words serve as a better greeting than she might’ve otherwise mustered. they’d never been known for their pleasantries, really, and glad as she was - as she wouldn’t admit - to see a familiar face, habits were hard to break. “i wasn’t sure, at first, but ; you being here with me all but confirms. not to mention, this being some fucked up corner of the underworld makes way more sense than some of the ideas i’ve heard thrown around.” 

[alexander-kaligaris]

Alex had no idea that Calysta was here. He wasn’t doing much these days, besides for complaining to Faye, drinking and practicing by himself on the turf he had once called home. It was a little pathetic really - he had been watching reruns of Keeping up with the Kardashians from 2014 on the TVR in the detached home he was living in, but that had quickly run out as a pastime. There were only so many times you could watch the same 5 episodes of Kardashians. So Alex found himself running, practicing, almost constantly. He had nothing else to do.

He almost didn’t stop. Almost. But the voice was unmistakable. As was her batshit theory. “He would, that sick bastard.” It was so tempting to believe something like that.... But besides, “All my prayers have gone unanswered. The one good fucking thing about being in this dome is maybe Zeus can’t fucking hear me.” No help was coming. It was the longest he had ever gone without a word, sign, something from his grandfather. And the silence - as much as Alex had always wished for respite from the gods - worried him. 

[walmartkaligaris]

wda   +   social   media   (   part   one   )

ft. @alexander-kaligaris

[alexander-kaligaris]

walmartkaligaris‌:

she had always convinced herself that she didn’t care. it had certainly been easier that way - to meet apathy with apathy and to learn early on that whatever she might have sought out of their dynamic would NEVER exist. and maybe she truly didn’t care. maybe she never had. he wasn’t the only one who liked to treat her as if she cared for no one but herself, using it, an apparent fact, like a trump card in a game of back and forth that she could only think to laugh at. maybe she really didn’t have it in her. maybe that was what she had inherited from their grandparents. alexandros got his STRENGTH, and she got her detachment. the mark of a divine being was to look upon what was considered lesser than it and remain a dispassionate, cold statue, even witnessing it’s plight.

or maybe she did. maybe she wanted to. maybe - definitely, though she hadn’t yet consciously thought it - andrea had been reminded that she wasn’t divine after all. perhaps the imminent end to her mortal life had scared something into her that went beyond a general fear of the unknown. if she let herself wonder why it hurt so much to stand there and be met with such resistance, she might have realized that, it all felt like such a waste. twenty years of never having to care about anybody but herself - of thinking that that was how she was meant to be. oh, at her core she was a selfish being ; but was that the sum of all that she was, or was it a learned behavior? andrea wanted to argue the latter, but it seemed she wasn’t allowed to. and now all she had for all she had ever been was a vapid reputation and, it seemed, a brother that didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t concern himself with her.

“as if you ever have before.” that venom was familiar in a way that the pleasantries hadn’t been - that HATRED that twisted her lip and narrowed her eyes better than the hurt of being rebuffed, at a time when it meant everything not to be. maybe THAT had been her cry for help. maybe it could have become it. the problem was, whatever she might’ve said got lost to the rage ; that RIGHTEOUS anger, born from the fact that, after years of trying to ignore her, he thought he knew her. could look at her, like that, and think that he knew her best. “you’re no better than i am. you’re- you’re worse-” he’d backed away, but without ever really making the actual, conscious decision, andrea moved forward ; shoving him in the chest, making the kind of public spectacle that usually, she looked down on. “you think you’re BETTER- you fool yourself into thinking it, and thinking that you’re a GOOD GUY, but you’re not. you’re just as selfish-” her voice was shrill, “you don’t not care about me because i don’t care about you. you just don’t CARE- full stop. you- you egotistical, NARCISSISTIC, arrogant asshole.”

Andrea was right: boy, was Alex self righteous. He always had been - always doing the moral thing, always convinced he was doing the moral thing, even when that was the farthest thing from the truth. But he had learned early in life that he could never be the hero everyone needed him to be: that at some point along the way he would inevitably fuck up and ruin everything.

Oh how perilous and painful to be human. It had always been Alex’s fatal flaw. If he hadn’t been, maybe he would have kept his mouth shut. Because Andrea’s words hurt him, more than he ever wanted to admit. Though tone was familiar (the tone she almost exclusively reserved for him), her words sent a hard feeling through Alex’s spine. He felt himself stiffen.

He had been called worse. So, in his eyes, this should not have bothered him as much as it did. Because it was unequivocally true. He wasn’t sure if he loved Andrea. But he did not care for her, not in the way he should. And he only ever felt guilty if he thought about it. So he didn’t.

Any good big brother would have promised his sister that he loved her. Would have apologized for his wrongdoings. Would have stopped the fight. But instead, Alex leaned towards Andrea. “Maybe I don’t care about you. Maybe I fucking don’t.” His voice was too loud now (he was truly his father’s son), and it carried across the courtyard. “Because you are a self important, spoiled, stuck up b-“ He stopped. Alex could be mean but he was not cruel. “Because you had everything and you ended up like this.”

[alexander-kaligaris]

jacks-onian‌:

“Sorry- did I look like I was judging?” Jack set keys– not his, but belonging to someone who didn’t need them at the moment– on the counter as he leaned in beside Alex to observe what he was drinking. “I just had the same kind of idea on my mind, so I came to do something about it.”

“Sorry mate,” A half smile flickered across Alex’s face as he reached across the counter (there was no bartender anyways) for another glass. “Must just be your resting face then.” Without asking, he poured the other man a drink. “We’ll all stuck in the same fucking boat then huh?”

[inviictas]

“when d’you think we’ll accept this, as a collective?” head resting in her arms, kena’s words were hard to make out given the fact that they were being spoken directly into the table, her desire to actually try and prop her head up… pretty low, actually. she hadn’t been so TIRED since kenzie was a baby ; never spread quite so thin as she was, now, even when she still had to work. the wold had come to a standstill, and in this first week, everyone was taking it as well as they could - but kena’s kid was NOT, and kena, by proxy, was suffering. “you know. when will we accept that everyone is gone and start being self sufficient. running businesses again. kindergartens. man- i miss childcare. i took for granted the fact that other people would take care of my kid, for a while, every day. how fucked up is that?”

[alexander-kaligaris]

“Probably when it’s appropriate for men to have their flys unzipped in public.... you tell me if that’s happened.” Alex gave her a wry smile, ignoring the second part of her question. To be honest, he wasn’t all that interested in actually having this conversation with her: to Alex, things would never go back to normal. Not until he was back in France. Because he was counting down his vacation days wasted in this dome. Counting down the days until missed calls from his coach, his manager, his sponsors. Until they decided his absence was inexcusable.

[alexander-kaligaris]

rylie-barton‌:

alexander-kaligaris‌:

“Yeah well, what can I say? I’m a trendsetter.” He ran his fingers across the back of his head and smiled, but it was a sheepish one. Not the confident Alex his fans knew. Not the team player his coach knew. Not even the person who he knew. But Rylie saw right through the mask - she always had. “Yeah I was watching…. I didn’t realize you even liked football.” Maybe it would be better to ignore her: after all, they were probably better off alone. But her comment left him with a small glimmer of hope, and a genuine smile spread across Alex’s face. “I was at Faye’s, actually.” A small pause. “Have you been at WDA this whole time? You look…. good.” The word beautiful lingered in Alex’s head, unsaid. But it was true: she was radiant, like he had never known her. The sallowness that they had both come to know was gone in Rylie: Alex too, but only on the surface.

“yeah…- this is the exact sort of thing i can see you endorsing, alright.” it was a joke that probably would have settled better without all the history behind them. she realized, as she came to a pause, that she should’ve coupled them with something - a lighter tone, a wider smile, an added phrase. anything that would’ve made them into what they should’ve been, that they would have been, before. now she just… didn’t know. what she got away with, once, she couldn’t tell if she’d get away with, now. that was what experiencing the end with someone did. she had gotten so used to alex and vice versa, and now…- now they were strangers, all over again. “i don’t-” she speaks without thinking, and she says too much. surprise, surprise. “i mean- i didn’t. but i like the womens games. they’re good.” rylie had never cared about the game. she’d been a cheerleader, once, but that was because of phoebe - she’d wanted to be like the other, and she’d thought that doing the same things as her would do that. she’d only realized when she was stood beside the blonde brandishing blue pompoms and wearing one of those trademark outfits that there was a great deal more to it than just dressing up like her and trying to copy her every move. that was the closest she had gotten to the field, though, and she had only ever watched for HIM. that had never gone away. “oh. faye. how was she?- is she here?” gods, she hoped not. the less that were here, the better, and- and she had more thoughts on that, about how she didn’t want people outside to worry, and how she hoped this would be over soon, but there were some things that just… never changed, and being on the opposite end of the words he said and the way he said them had the same reaction as it always did. she hated the way she could be so taken aback. how her stomach fluttered, and her heart skipped a beat. she wished they wouldn’t, in the same breath as wishing he’d say it again. say more. “yeah, well, i’m- i’m sober, and that’s… what it does.” her volume dropped, a little, and her surety with it. “anyone can look good when they’re not boozing it up, alex. you’d know that better than most.” 

 The edges of his mouth curved upwards. It was maybe a cruel hearted joke, coming from anyone but Rylie. And he had mostly come to terms with the fact that he probably should have at least said goodbye. Even if it hurt like hell. (Meanwhile, leaving entirely was - and would always be - in Alex’s mind, an unavoidable fact of life. One that he probably never would apologize for.) Hey, at least she was joking about it. “Maybe without the dome part?” His mouth opened again, if only to add  I’m honestly feeling a little claustrophobic. But he decided against it. That might not have come out so well, even if it was the truth.

He resisted the urge to push a lock of hair behind her ear, reminding himself that this was, in effect, a stranger. Not the girl he had loved - or still did. Her words made him really smile now - because (as stupid as Alex was), it was him wearing off on her. Proof that even as he disappeared, he hadn’t really left. “Well, if we ever get out of here..... I’ll take you to a game sometime.” Had it been that game that he had gone to with..... Alex suddenly wondered how much of the game she had seen, how close the broadcast had shown his face, shown his companion.... But Rylie couldn’t have known. She didn’t read French tabloids. Was she waiting for him to say something? To explain himself?

“Faye’s.... good. I think she’s worried about Kyle, though...” Alex said, uneasily. If anyone could read right through him, it was Rylie. And even if Alex had nothing to hide, he knew he still projected shame. A confident smile was enough to snap him out of it (at least, as best he could): “I dunno, I was always pretty attractive.”

[alexander-kaligaris]

walmartkaligaris‌:

“oh, fuck off.”

he didn’t love her. that was okay, or at least - she told herself that it was. andrea didn’t need him to like her, or even to care about her. she didn’t NEED a big brother, she never had - and maybe one would say that she had learned to be okay with that because it simply wasn’t an option on the table, but she didn’t like to think that there were some things that she just wasn’t in control of.

alex didn’t care about her. and so far as andrea was concerned, she didn’t care about him, either. her words had been an olive branch of the ‘poorly thought out’ variety, and the fact that they couldn’t be taken as the words that they were - the fact he had to look DEEPLY into them, rather than let her simply say them aloud - had andrea’s expression souring quicker than anything. and she should have just let it go. she should have simply scoffed and walked away, because she was BETTER than this. they weren’t a loving sibling duo, and she was over it, had ALWAYS been, but- 

“you know, for two seconds, i was almost glad to see you. but you always do that - that shit of presuming the worst. fuck you, ‘andros.”

He probably should have been expecting that response from his darling sister. She had always been such a brat. Or maybe her behavior was the other option, of growing up in a childhood like Alex’s: either stoicism and perfectionism or spoilt and perfectionism. To be perfectly fair to Andrea, they were two sides of the same coin, and Alex refused to admit that: to admit that he was anything like her. 

So maybe he could big brother everyone else, but after the life he had lived at home, could he really big brother his real blood? Why couldn’t he be the hero Andrea had needed? As good as Alex wanted to believe he was at heart, why couldn’t he be enough? So at the first sign of sass, Alex backed off, moving backwards with his eyebrows raised. He owed her nothing. 

“Fine, I don’t need to care about your welfare then.” And maybe there was a little bit of maliciousness in the way he had reacted: that knowledge hovered at the back of his mind, not close enough to make him feel guilty, but too present to make him feel fully innocent. But he remained convinced that his main reaction was one of concern, even if Alex wasn’t quite sure how to show it. At least his reaction was fucking logical. At least he was consistent. 

[alexander-kaligaris]

inviictas‌:

surprise, surprise - she had not been trying to keep herself together, and hadn’t had any intention of doing so at any point of this whole event. nikki had always been a party girl, slotting into the role well back when no other archetype had really seemed to fit. the chaos of this ‘party’ ( if it could be called such ) wasn’t even the wildest thing she’d experienced in her life, or at least ; it wasn’t ranking. clutching a bottle of whiskey that she had swiped from one of the rickety tables set up inside town hall, she fixed the mop haired man with a very pointed sort of look, “i raise you ; who said you had to do jack shit ‘bout it in the first place? maniac.” 

Alex was doing a very good job of keeping himself together. He had once been at least on the surface like Nikki: at the very least, a social partier, mr. popular. They had once called him king of wda. And maybe Alex walked the halls of an alma matter he had effectively dropped out of like a king. But maybe he always walked like that. But he had always excelled in the chaos. So Alex was nonplussed by the chaos around him. “Maniac? That’s a new one.” He laughed, taking the bottle between his lips and taking another swig. “You clearly don’t know me very well.”