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... 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 , dependent single muse blog affiliated with stonehavenfm, featuring tristyn ' buck ' buckley, as the stoner. written by foreign, twenty - six, she / they, est tmz.

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[ ♱ ] : NEON CACTUS SALOON was not the type of establishment deirdre tended to frequent. she could probably count the amount of times she had stepped there in one hand—always under someone else's invitation, of course, one that rarely gets repeated when they realize how bad she is at darts plus her the look of surprise when they order more than one alcoholic beverage. while the entire town was frozen mysteriously in place, there was something particularly EERIE about the west side. the bustling streets now overtaken by an empty stillness, save for the carousel that seemed to still run on some sort of schedule. or at least that's what deirdre would like to think. the alternative theory—that the carousel was a bridge to the other side, where everyone else is—was something even deirdre wasn’t desperate enough to consider. yet.

the bar was a good enough place as any to look for clues. search for abnormalities ( outside of the glaringly obvious ), maybe a note left behind... anything that could explain WHAT HAPPENED to stonehaven. what deirdre doesn't expect to find is tristyn, standing behind the bar as if he owns the place, shameless in the way he can't even pretend to offer a lie about his actions. she furrows her bow at him. "you shouldn't be doing that." a phrase that has spilled past her lips only to uselessly land in his ears more times than either of them would care to admit. she doesn't move to close the distance between her and her cousin. instead, she follows the wall over to where the pool tables are, trying to suppress the shiver that threatens to crawl up her spine at the way the billiard balls are positioned... as if someone was in the middle of a game. she turns towards him once more, "seriously, tristyn. shouldn't you at least... leave money behind or something? i mean... what if they come BACK?" it's only been a couple of days. and while it seems that most of her peers have accepted the fact that they were stranded, deirdre couldn't help but hold out HOPE. as ridiculous as that may sound.

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* of course she's the one to catch him. it always seems like she's on speed dial whenever he's up to no good, swears there has to be a sign over his head that reads ﹕ WHEN IN DOUBT, CONTACT DEIRDRE WU! she has witnessed his random acts of mischief more times than one, seemingly eager to be the chastising voice in his ear that tells him you're doing it all wrong! even through the calm that has settled over the abandoned bar, she is out of place. eyes drift back and forth between her and the bottle he still holds in his hand. it's a weird sight. a girl like her is far too good to even THINK of stooping to his level, even through their circumstances. that thought is enough to coax a laugh out of him, prompts his next words ﹕ ❛ why are you even here? ❜ cerulean hues narrow at deirdre as she scolds him from across the establishment. it's not the first time she's looked down her nose at him, he's certainly aware that it won't be the last. poor him, thinking he could saunter off to a small town and suddenly become a new person. REDEMPTION. as if he's not still the same person at his core, parading around like he's completely uprooted the foundations that built him into the guy he once was. the guy he still kind of is. the guy he's trying not to be? it's all the same anyways, because that's how the world views him. knows that's how deirdre still views him, like he's still that same wide-eyed boy who'd sneak beers with his older brothers ━ the boy who'd still tell her to shut up! and cut her hair if she got too close. he always felt akin to a SPECTACLE when around her ━ even in here and there moments spent together before contact stopped completely ━ he can still remember the way she'd tiptoe through their trailer, around their land, him and his family were animals put on display at the zoo to be gawked at. even as kid he could feel it, the contempt and disgust. until she and her mother had abruptly turned into distant strangers. heard from his mother that they had fucked off from florida to go one some EVANGELICAL WORLD TOUR, an exaggeration that tristyn was young enough to miss the sarcasm in. they became the side of the family no one really talked about. her dad, too, not like he was around much, seemed far too uppity to embrace the gaudiness of the buckleys. this continued far past jace's funeral, where he remained a no show even through the tragic circumstances. and tristyn has always hated him for that, just a bit. so in a way, that hate is extended to deirdre, trickles down onto her like a toxic substance. the hope that she seems to bare so brazenly has him laughing again, richer this time ━ like there's actually some humor to be found in her religious fueled delusions. WHAT IF THEY COME BACK? funny. ❛ so you're telling me that your bible - reading - ass really believes that the people who are mysteriously not here are just gonna ... mysteriously turn back up again? ❜ raises a single brow, as if he's actually inquiring. ❛ there's a ━ SCRIPTURE, about that, right? ❜ ❛ isn't this like, uhhhh ... the rapture? ❜ a scoff. ❛ shouldn't you be on an escalator to heaven right now? ❜

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* he can easily recall fragments of his recent memories in the bar, the once bustling vessel reduced to less than a fraction of what it previously was ﹕there is no more chatter and live music to be heard, only the constant droning of an electrical buzz insisting to be heard in the foreground. he is alone. no longer graced with the warm presence of a smiling face behind the bar, a chatty regular who relentlessly babbles about a story from their youth, none of the familiarity he's become accustomed to in the past year to be found. only ounces of alcohol left abandoned without a second thought. as beautiful as it may be, the warm rustic design he's grown to love offers nothing to the atmosphere when he's faced with the existential dread of loneliness. bars are supposed to be SOCIAL places! and that's made evident by the half-finished glasses of cocktails left scattered across the bar top, the ghostly reminder of the previous guests, guests who have strangely disappeared ━ leaving tristyn to soak in their absence. but it's not so bad. there's something that makes up for the freakishness of it all. free booze. he realizes that as he tentatively snakes his hand around the neck of a nearly full jack daniel's bottle, left discarded and barren on the shelf behind the bar. he instinctively wets his bottom lip as if he holds the world's most prized possession beneath his fingertips. not like stealing from his favorite bar is the GREATEST idea, but who's really around to stop him? no one, is what he'd believe, if not for the faint rustle to be heard from the other side of the bar. he was so close. if he had any ounce of shame if things were normal, this all would be embarrassing … at the first sight of apocalypse, he's off to steal liquor. typical? his head whips around, attention turning from the shelf onto whoever seemed to have caught him in the act. ❛ whatever you THINK is happening … probably is. ❜

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... introducing : TRISTYN BUCKLEY , a once mischievous rascal and country boy turned culinary student in hopes of redemption & being everything his brother wanted him to be. ©

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ɪ. bill buckley & pamela boone buckley [ 51 & 49 ] : teens when they originally had their first child, they did the best they could with the circumstances they were given. tristyn loves his parents which is why he found himself running back to ma and pops after the heartbreaking news of his brothers death. they aren't bad parents, if you ignore the extensive drug use they allowed under their roof. ɪɪ. alex & madison buckley [ twins, both 31 ] : tris' relationship with these brothers has always been generally the same. since he was a baby, they always kind of viewed him as the puny little guy tm and treated him as such ━ pulling pranks on him, influencing him to do the wrong things, etc, up until tristyn left for college the first time. things calmed down after jace's death, that's when they started viewing tristyn as a man who's time deserved to be cherished and not just their dumb little brother. ɪɪɪ. bryson buckley [ 28 ] : there has always been a sense of jealousy that's lingered between the two. maybe it's because they are so close in age, or maybe it's because tristyn seemed to be the only one out of his siblings with the potential to make it somewhere. growing up, they were always in game of tug of war, fighting tooth & neck for sparse parental attention. things were different after jace's death, though. the two became closer as tristyn began engaging in drugs & the partying, bryson was the one introducing him to it. ɪᴠ. jace buckley [ deceased, would be 33 ] : this man's ride or die!! his safe haven, his mentor, true older brother core!!! truly guided tris to the right path because he saw something in him. his death fucked tristyn up, and rightfully so. likely won't speak about jace unless prompted, but he is always thinking of him. ᴠ. deirdre wu [ 24 ] : his cousin on his mother's side. regarded her and her family as pretentious. was never really into the whole believe in god or go to hell gimmick. now? he's indifferent towards her, doesn't like nor dislike her. family is family, regardless.

he is the youngest child of five siblings, all boys. he generally had a typical southern "florida man" upbringing. he's close in age to all of his brothers. dad was a mechanic, and his mom tried to find work wherever she could but most of the time she was tending to him and his brothers. nicknamed "buck" or "young buck" due to being the youngest out of all his brothers, he was a bit mischievous in his childhood. his naivety as a kid led him to eagerly engage in whatever antics his brothers were up to. he developed a close relationship to his eldest brother, jace, who was deadset on leaving the town behind and doing something with himself. jace tried to instill this mindset into tristyn, wanting to push him onto the right path. when stuck in a small recluse country town with not much to do besides hunting & church - going, those around him turned to hard drugs to keep themselves busy. it was introduced to him when he was just a boy. the smell of cigarettes was burned into his clothes from a young age. cousin's would come over high out of their minds, rolling. it was hard to ignore, hard to escape. would've probably fell into bad habits early on, if not for his eldest brother's guidance and belief in him to be better than their environment. tristyn began making decisions under the pretense jace wouldn't want me to do that. well into his adolescence, tristyn pushed himself to work harder while his other siblings ( with the exception of jace ) began to fall into bad habits. jace went on to enlist in the army, leaving home, but his influence on tristyn still greater than ever. tristyn graduated high school with flying colors, earning an academic scholarship to university of miami where he was looking to study chemistry. death tw. two months after tris left home for school, his older brother jace died while deployed in the military. the news of this had tristyn taking the semester off and running back home to lick his wounds and spend time with his family. he figured he'd take time to grieve, then try to focus on school once his mentality recovered from the heartbreak of the tragedy. addiction tw. back in his hometown, he was met with the same problems he had desperately tried to run away from. only this time, with the death of his brother devastating his family, he did not have the same resolve he once held. tristyn easily fell victim to the hardcore activity that surrounded him. whether it was xans, weed, alcohol, if he was offered it ━ he was doing it. this transformed into a budding addiction that was only encouraged by his siblings and his friends. if he wasn't able to get his hands on something, he was doing bad.

he ultimately decided that college was no longer in the cards for him, as if his brother's death was a sign. he eventually got a job as a line cook at a local restaurant to help his family with rent ... and to fund his growing drug problem habit. he also began taking frequent trips to miami with his brothers and friends to engage in various activities : parties, festivals, whatever involved getting lit out of his mind. anything to make him forget and bury his grief. he even considered moving back to miami because the party life became so appealing to him. obviously extremely unrealistic for the job and status he held, but it's a testament to how badly he wanted to avoid his emotions. he spent years indulging in whatever hedonistic activity his brothers would suggest, totaling his life down the drain, purely seeking out adrenaline. stayed living in the confines of his childhood bedroom, no dreams or goals to be had. just him, his pipe, and the moon. and life was good, as good as it could've been after the death of his brother. not like he could really feel much with all the drugs he'd take. car accident tw. and then, there it was ━ the inevitable crash and burn that comes with excessive drug use. his spiral. on the way back from a trip to miami with his brothers, tris ( in a drunken and dazed state ) lost control of the vehicle, crashing into another driver. and they were spiraling. everyone survived but the severity of the accident sent him and his brothers to the hospital. that was his wake up call, the realization that he was dangerously too deep in the rabbit hole. so he made some changes, put all his time into working, tried his best to stay as clean as he could ( he's not perfect! ) and put money aside for his end goal. stonehaven. a small quiet town with opportunities that caught his eye. he just knew he had to get away from wauchula, from florida. desperate to break the cycle he kept repeating. all his time spent as a line cook led him through a journey of self discovery. that's how he found himself pursuing an associate's degree in his recently discovered passion: culinary arts.

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