the boy with the thorn on his side

cain dubois, 22.

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a bad bitch like me is going through some emotions rn but that’s ok bc I’m still bad

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MESSAGE TO 📱 OPEN

Damien: Fancy hanging out soon?

Damien: I think it could be fun

Damien: I'll cook you whatever dinner you desire?

cain: sure im free on friday

cain: whos this

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freddieshq:

    this had taken a turn he hadn’t prepared himself for, and his eyes widen for a brief moment and it takes him a second to think of an appropriate response. “well, black holes are made when the center of a very big star falls in upon itself, or collapses. when that happens – that triggers a supernova. a supernova is an exploding star that blasts part of the star into space…it’s still made of stars, so you’re still one of those…just real powerful. like pulls all the light inside of it powerful.” he cocks his head to the side. “what makes you think you’re a black hole, anyway?”

as per usual, cain regretted having opened his mouth to say anything. the look on freddie’s face said it plain and clear that he should’ve just kept quiet. still, even angry at himself for having ruined what could’ve been a perfectly happy moment, freddie’s words brought a warmth to his chest, calming him. “how can you even know that stuff?” he asked fondly with a chuckle that sounded just a bit too sad. he paused for a moment, just looking at the boy’s face for a moment from where he was lying down, before averting his gaze to answer. “you know why. i ruin stuff; just suck the life out of everything. and not in a fun sexy way.” he didn’t bother laughing at his own stupid innuendo. “it’s just... what’s the point of being powerful if the power you have is the power to destroy?” he sighed, before pausing for another moment. “you, though... you’re a star if i ever met one. an extra shiny one too. it’s annoying even.” he smiled at freddie. “sorry i ended being a downer again. let’s talk about happy things. like, uh... the aliens haven’t decided to exterminate life on earth yet. that’s... sorta cool i guess?”

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* IMESSAGE TO — OPEN

giselle: i found a missing puppy

giselle: no leash, no collar

giselle: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/ef/8c/4cef8c22d1a94f5757f7a853ad5c6f9c.jpg

giselle: care to claim him?

cain: taking care of another dog AFTER work????

cain: hard pass

cain: hes adorable though did you name him

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lcstxone:

    life was still confusing. he could spend days in great mood, seeing nothing but positivity and the promise of an improvement — and then, without warning, michael would fall into a mix of weird sensations ( boredom, anger and sadness usually guiding these moments ). he’d feel lost once more, without great things to fight for and he knew only one solution for this kind of moment besides hoping to avoid a new kind of breakdown.

   and it was for this main reason that he was in the local bar, with a full glass in his hand and already declaring that he’d only leave when he reached the point of getting drunk enough to not remember his own name. a few minutes had already passed since his arrivel, as well as the number of drinks ingested by him — and yet, not being enough to distract him. michael needed something different to focus on ( or someone, for that matter ). the man was even thinking about finding company between the drunks around the damn bar when a voice right next to him got his full attention. a fan. and a kind of weird one — and that was more than enough.

   turning his eyes to the stranger next to him, michael frowned for a little bit ( he wasn’t exactly used to hear people saying good things about nightwatch, after all ). “ … for real? you really like that movie? ” the real curiosity was obvious in his voice, before he allowed himself to offer a ( charming ) smile to the youngest one. “ i’m really glad to hear this, to be honest. it was one of my favorite projects. please, let me buy you a drink while you tell me your name. ”

     so michael atkins was talking to him. and not in a “cool thanks bye” kind of way. no. two-time oscar nominee michael fucking atkins was asking his name and buying him a drink and cain felt like he could — and probably would — die right then and there. his life was peaking, he could tell. still, he decided he’d keep his cool, sound chill and not like some crazy fan who’d seen every movie michael had starred in at least twice.

    “are you kidding me?! nightwatch is a masterpiece. the scene where you amputate the sheriff’s leg is one of the best horror sequences of all time. the critics completely missed the point. do people not tell you how awesome nightwatch is all the time? ‘cause they should.” he feared his voice already lacked anything that could resemble chill-ness, but continued. “i can’t believe it’s one of your favourites too. i mean, i imagine a lot of actors would’ve regretted working on it. y’know, because it was a... financial and commercial disaster. and stuff.” at this point he’s the one feeling regretful, not knowing why he thought saying that would be a good idea at all, and terrified he’s just insulted that greek god of a man. “but it’s so cool that you don’t, because it’s actually really good and... yeah. my favorite.”     trying not to have a full-blown meltdown at the thought that he was embarrassing himself in front of michael atkins, he flashed a smile and hoped the other man didn’t realize just how nervous he felt. “i’m cain. it’s... incredibly nice to meet you. obviously.” should he offer his hand for a shake? do people still do that? do famous actors do handshakes? after a fitful two seconds of debating the idea in his head, he decided a handshake would be awkward, and instead reached for the drink the bartender had just served, taking a sip. “listen, i have to know... did you really do your own stunts in that chase scene?”

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 icegods:

romeo didn’t know what had happened exactly, if he had said or done something, but he could tell the moment cain brought his walls back up again— not that they had been down for long, anyways. “ i know, i’m a very classy man. ” romeo joked, keeping his body language as casual as possible, even if his eyes were a little guarded now, watching his bother a little more carefully. “ i mean, i don’t remember a lot from that night so i might have gone to sleep with that eyelash on me already. ” he shrugged, reaching forward between them with his fork, taking a slice of pickle from cain’s plate and popping it into his mouth. it was a familiar gesture, something he did when they were children, and he didn’t even think about it until he felt the tart taste on his mouth. romeo falters at that, unsure if he had just made everything more awkward than it already was. “ so… how about you ? what have you been up to ? ”

    “clearly,” cain let out a huff of humorless laughter. “the question is not when the eyelash got there, but how it got there. in fact, why would you even assume that you were asleep when it got there in the first place?” he tried to getting things back on track— even if there wasn’t quite a track to begin with. “wait, no... i’m pretty sure i don’t want to know.”      any attempt at making this interaction easier soon proved to have been in vain, as romeo reached across the table to eat from cain’s plate, popping a slice of pickle into his mouth. without any thought, cain scrunched his nose in disgust at the sight, before getting a rush of what felt almost like déjà vu, suddenly remembering how they often had this exact same silly interaction as children. it was a tiny, insignificant little memory, but for some reason he found it strangely upsetting that he’d forgotten about it. the thought of how many other inside jokes and old habits he might have also forgotten laid in the back of his mind and left him feeling slightly uneasy, guilty even.     the uneasiness was soon replaced by the sudden threat of anger at romeo’s question because, really, romeo has a lot of fucking nerve to ask him about his life. he knows well enough it’s shit and knows that he’s lost the right to be curious about it a long time ago. cain’s guards are up, knowing a truthful answer would only result in judgement, and there was no way he was going to sit there and be judged for his life choices. after taking a sip from his soda, he spoke, voice bitter. “walking people’s annoying dogs to pay for rent. working on a couple of projects that are going nowhere. also, like, trying not to, y’know... fucking die. same old.”

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just stopping by 2 say im sorry i havent gotten to the starters and replies i owe, ive just been a busy broccoli this last couple of days n havent been able to sit w my computer for long enough to work on that. still, im on mobile for most of the day so you can always find me on dscord @dana#3387 or hit my ims up 4 plotz anytime (or like this post and i’ll hit u up???)

luv u all~

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‘ no, come on, it’s fine. ’ she is all gentle coaxing ( okay, maybe a bit forceful coaxing ) and slim hands that assemble a basic celtic cross spread of tarot cards before them. it’s hard to contain her excitement based on the whim of her latest hobby, but this time she’s sure she’s found her calling in readings. ‘ don’t you want to know your future? ’

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  despite being a bit skeptical when it came to this kind of thing, cain found the idea of having his future allegedly revealed to be a strangely daunting one. still, it sounded intriguing enough. “okay, fine.” he watches her assembling the cards. “just... if you find i’m going to die tomorrow or whatever... i don’t want to know.”

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[ text ]: I realise we were joking at the time but are you considering a stripping career?

[ text ]: im not considering it.........but im also not not considering it

[ text ]: do you think i could make good money?

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for michael bc mars is an incompetent blotch

contact name: its britney bitch

contact picture:

ringtone: britney spears - toxic

last text: wait can i just casually text you now? idk the protocol for having celebrity phone numbers

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contact name: romeo

contact picture:

ringtone: kill bill sirens.mp3

last text: i said im fucking fine, leave me alone

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—eoghanshq:

   despite never out-rightly admitting it, eoghan carney lived for the dramatics ( they were in his blood, after all. ) that component of his personality was out in full force tonight. probably because of the alcohol he’d ingested over the course of the evening – even if it was still pretty early. he raises a threatening brow, lips pressed together as the other pleads with him not to choose annie. he was sure there were plenty of songs he’d prefer to embarrass himself in a room full of people with, instead of the sun will come out, or hard knock life – right now though. he was struggling to think of them. “you’ve got to one up me then, mate.” he speaks as if that’s difficult, but he’s very much aware that it isn’t. he’s teasing him more or less and enjoying it, too.

   the suggestion he raises has the male reacting immediately; his eyes widening and brightening up like a christmas tree. “dude. where have you been all my life?” he’ll concur, with a good, firm point ( or a hundred ) of his finger. “that is the one. the one.” he’s more excited than can be deemed natural, but once again – he is tipsy at the very least. once that’s been established he’s writing their names down in the tiny little space, overtaking another little box as he does so, and then writing down the song name – once he’d remembered it again, after a few sharp taps of the pen against his chin. “well, there we have it – it’s official, we’re entertaining the crowd tonight.” he turns to look at him again and now it was just a case of waiting for their name to be called. “you want another drink? my round, obviously – since i’m subjecting you to the only legal form of torture left, in about half an hour.” 

   “it was either that or total eclipse of the heart, so i’m glad you’re on board with mulan. at least i get to keep some of my dignity.”    maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol in his bloodstream or maybe it was the fact that there was no turning back now, or possibly just how excited eoghan seemed to be about the whole ordeal. but after their names had already been written down (in what he imagined was a horrid drunken handwriting), cain started to actually feel kinda excited about the prospect of getting up on that stage — not that he’d ever admit to it.    “do you even have to ask?” he replies with a smirk, already turning to the bar for another round. “i hope you're aware that this is the last time we ever interact. after we leave this establishment i’m never looking you in the eye again. i mean, you threatened me with frozen. that was fucking low, dude.”