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[brooklynswcrst]

camisfm

          she’s  actively  trying  to  hold  back  any  sense  of  a  comment  ,  knowing  that  the  guy  probably  wasn’t  meaning  to  cut  into  her  reading  or  studying  time.  he  looked  like  a  lost  puppy  ,  which  is  what  she  would  openly  call  him  if  she  was  asked.  “  god  ,  you  look  like  a  fucking  deer  in  the  headlights  ,  ”  with  that  ,  she  is  pushing  her  book  away  before  snatching  the  phone  from  his  grip  without  any  warning.  “  it’s  not  as  though  it’s  rocket  science  ,  perhaps  next  time  ,  listen  to  the  person  setting  up  your  phone  so  you  know  how  to  work  it.  ”  his  phone  is  back  in  front  of  him  before  a  single  minute  passes.  “  you’re  welcome.  ”

          “hey, what the f--” a mixture of anger and sheer surprise colors his expression as the other snatches his phone from his fingers. he’s not sure why he didn’t react further; maybe he was frozen by the absolute bafflement of the girl’s boldness. by the time he’s shaken from his stupor his phone is back within his grip. “i know how’ta work my fuckin’ phone.” he fires back as he takes a glance down at his phone. “tiktok’s another story, though.” he almost feels silly for saying it aloud, albeit under his breath. he didn’t think of himself as being particularly ancient, but his inability to navigate the settings of an app primarily used by teenagers and young adults made him feel like he was around for the invention of the wheel.

[brooklynswcrst]

camisfm​

     ✎     steaming  hot  coffee  ,  cozy  sweater  &  a  perfect  seat  by  the  window  to  watch  the  fluffy  flakes  of  snow  begin  to  fall  ,  cami  believed  she  had  managed  to  find  the  perfect  spot.  however  ,  the  clock  ticks  &  her  annoyance  can  no  longer  be  masked  ,  plastering  itself  upon  her  features  as  she  slams  her  book  shut  ,  eyes  glaring  at  the  occupant  across  from  her  ,  fiddling  with  their  celluar.  “  could  you  at  least  put  it  on  vibrate  ?  we  get  it  ,  you’re  popular  ,  make  it  shut  up.  ”          [   +   @nepofmstarters​   ]

          brow furrows in frustration as cerulean hues gaze down at his phone. ding. ding. ding. notification after notification flooding in, alerting him to his ever increasing follower count. “jesus, fuckin’...” under his breath he mutters as he struggles to figure how to work this godforsaken app. his chin lifts as finally someone seems to have caught on. “sorry, i--” ding. another interruption causes him to glance down at his phone, then back to her. “i dunno know how’ta work this app. can’t turn off the sounds.”

[brooklynswcrst]

jeremy allen white.     he/him.     cismale.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   brennan black   ,   most   likely   listening   to   nigh to silence by erra  with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-seven year old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -volatile   yet   +staunch   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   wiping a gloved hand across his forehead and leaving behind a streak of black ink , playing angry music loud enough to blast through his upstairs neighbor’s floor , & an overflowing cupholder ashtray in a beat up ‘98 honda civic  ,   followed   by   eros by versace   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   boosting mr. van der linden’s rolls royce and crashing it into a telephone pole   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

without getting into too terribly much detail, it’s a safe bet to say brennan’s upbringing was less than satisfactory. his father was a miserable, abusive bastard and his mother was too terrified of his father to ever defend brennan. the only person he could really find solace in was his older brother, jason. they were really all the other had to lean on for the bulk of their childhood an adolescence. 

when brennan was sixteen, jason fell victim to a violent mugging. he survived the initial attack long enough to make it to the hospital, only to succumb to his wounds shortly after arrival. now feeling more alone than ever before, he saw no other option for himself than to run away. he found shelter in his mother’s brother, who after explaining the situation to him offered him a place to crash. his parents didn’t pursue.

living with his uncle was probably the best thing that could have happened to brennan. the two actually ended up having more in common than they realized. he’d spend most of his days hanging around his uncle’s tattoo shop and helping out wherever he could; he figured it was the least he could do to repay his uncle for taking him in. 

after about a year, brennan’s uncle offered him an apprenticeship. the young boy had no real interest in going to college, so he figured occupying his time with honing his craft would be far more productive than letting him sit around the house and do nothing. 

through the use of various forms of social media, brennan was able to document his journey as an apprentice tattoo artist and began forming a decently sized following and once he was finally able to shed his apprentice status, he had plenty of people already ready to get tattoos from him.

fast forwarding ten years would find brennan a well established tattoo artist in the city. he’s appeared in magazines and was even offered a spot on ink master, but he declined.