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so this is a thing now.
Coffee was never Tim’s choice of drugs, since many others, sometimes in combination, could give him the same effect with the addition of other fun things. He hadn’t stepped foot into a cafe in quite some time and this morning was no exception, yet he smelled the sweet aroma wafting from around him. Someone had spilled it after bumping into him, and it wasn’t odd that Tim had run into someone; it was odd that this person was apologizing to him and not yelling at him. He smiled at the stranger’s politeness and turned to face who he had just bumped into. “I’m fine, but you’re coffee isn’t where it should be…” He looked at the guy apologetically. The dark liquid looked to be crying as it streamed slowly down the sidewalk.
He felt somewhat responsible for the series of unfortunate events, so he offered to use his ‘hard-earned’ money. The stranger looked like he needed a cup of coffee too by the looks of it. “How about I buy you another cup?” Tim momentarily thought how smoothly he had made the invitation. He only wished a girl was the recipient… ‘Wait why does it matter?’ he thought to himself.
The only drugs that Dean had really ever experienced were caffeine, alcohol and his inhalers. One he needed more in the winter months, one he used when he was out with friends and the other was one that he needed to actually function in his day to day life. High school started the addiction, college was what solidified it. From day to day, he'd need about three cups of coffee and at least two cans of Monster to make it through the day. So, seeing that coffee just pooling and steaming on the floor? It was almost heartbreaking-- no, correction, it was heartbreaking. But that didn't exactly matter, what mattered was if he actually managed to hurt someone. One wrong move and his coffee could've landed on the person that he'd crashed into. The last thing that he needed was to take someone to the A&E with third degree coffee burns.
"Yeah-- Yeah, it should be in my hand, but me being the moron I am? I wasn't looking where I was going and-- you're oay, right? You're not just saying that you're fine?"
For a guy who was still half dead thanks to his sleep, or lack there of, he was doing a great job at rambling on like an idiot.
"What? No, no, you don't need to. Hell, I should be buying you one for nearly causing you grievous bodily harm."
In all honesty, he really didn't mean for it to happen. But with a mix of staying up until 6 am watching Harry Potter movies and then only managing to get a couple hours sleep before being woken up by his aunt on the phone, talking about some kind of technical difficulty that she was having with her television? Yeah, Dean was basically running on fumes. And, it wasn't a pretty sight. His hair wasn't in it's usual styled way, he didn't have the energy to actually put in his contact lenses so he was wearing his glasses (which was a complete rarity in itself) and his clothing was a mix of sweat pants, a tshirt with a cat shooting lazerbeams out of its eyes and a Slytherin hoodie. It's safe to say that he didn't exactly look his best. You could literally tell how tired he was just by looking at his face-- I'm not talking about the bags under his eyes, I'm talking about the almost angry expression.
Caffeine. He needed that sweet, sweet substance in his system. So, stopping at the coffee shop and picking up a large double espresso, he couldn't want to take his first sip. The warmth running down his throat and spreading across his body, just knowing that it was making its way into his system was enough to make him start to wake up properly. So, it's a little sad that he only got to take a couple more sips before he saw his new source of life crashing before his eyes.
It happened in slow motion, really. The colliding of elbows, the lanky film graduate's shoe nearly slipping off, him stumbling forward and his cup flying out of his hand and then-- well, it's probably obvious what happened after that. With an audible popping noise, the lid of his cup flew off and the black substance in it started to bleed out onto the street. "No! Fucking--" Before he could react himself more he gripped his hair and looked at the person he bumped into.
"-- Crap, I'm so sorry. I'm dead on my feet and I-I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay? I'm really sorry."
EMMELINE CROSS → MOODBOARD 001 [RELATIONSHIPS] FT. DEAN TABLBOT
"There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother." - Terri Guillemets
Brian Rollins was not in the business of getting to know people. Despite all of what might seem like it in the days that she spent getting to know and opening herself up to Jared Wasti, Brian was not the kind of girl who made friends. Brian had Annie and Bailey, once upon a time, she had had Julian, along with the two or three acquaintances and group partners that she had made in college — this had always been enough. Neither was she the kind to be friendly, nor the kind to attract friendly people. That was the consequence of wearing a frown so frequently on one’s features, she’d learned over the years; that was the consequence of building walls so high that even she could shut herself out of them.
And thus it was of a wonder to Brian why the man sitting beside her thought it right that he could speak to her. Her frowns, as of late, had been scarce, for they were replaced by the smiles that Jared planted on her lips, but nonetheless, Brian did not think herself to be smiling enough so as to invite a stranger into conversation. But the man beside her did speak — and though he spoke, Brian did not even so much as turn to look at him until he was finished. She kept her eyes on the Potomac: it calmed her as it always did, though she seemed to need its remedy less these days.
When she finally did turn to look at the man beside her, however, it all begun to make sense. Well, not as in so much sense that Brian could understand it all — but only so that Brian understood at least a little bit. The stranger beside her was holding a camera, just as she was. People, if anything, liked to look at each other’s similarities, and then went off whatever it was that struck similar. It made sense that he would speak to her based on that similarity, and that the topic he chose was one that related to an assumption that they both knew what they were doing with a camera. Of course, Brian could have been any other random citizen of Alexandria holding a DLSR and pretending that they knew what to do with it, and the man could be wrong about the assumption that she was the right person to talk to about such a topic — but the truth of the matter was that she did know what she was doing with a camera, and that she understood what he was talking about. This, however, did not ease the small frown that had now begun to form on her features.
If anything, the more Brian looked at this stranger next to her, the more her frown grew. There was something vaguely familiar about him. It was like looking at him struck a bell inside her head, but the sound was so faint that she could not tell where exactly it came from. Brian took a few seconds to study the man, to try and pinpoint where exactly she knows him from, before she finally raised an eyebrow at him, and replied, “You’re right. You are just talking shit.”
He wasn’t, really. Brian knew what it was like to receive funny looks from people because she was walking around talking to a camera. There even have been more instances than one when people have come up to her to make sure that she wasn’t filming them. But, of course, though Brian was joking, it didn’t exactly show on her features. “Maybe you’re holding your camera wrong. Or maybe you use a super weird voice when you speak to your camera. Or maybe your face is just weird. Lots of reasons people can look at you funny, but whatever. Glad you’re taking it all in good heart, and using it to boost your confidence. Good on you, bud.”
It was safe to say that Dean had a knack for talking to strangers. He could start a conversation with anyone, be it on the bus or waiting in line for somewhere. He had no problem, seeing as in high school he adopted a saying that would stick with him for the rest of his days: 'strangers are just friends that you haven't met yet.' How would you get to know someone if you didn't spark up a conversation? Being shy wasn't anything he ever had trouble with, and it helped him when it came to moving away for college.
It was why he started to try and talk to the girl by his side. He needed a sit down after a day of just walking around, and sitting by the bank of The Potomac seemed like a good idea. And, him being him, thought that he'd do the kindly thing and try to start up a conversation with someone. Sure, some people didn't like a random stranger talking to them, but some did. It was then that when she started talking that she would come under the first category. The way she spoke came across as if he'd stepped on her toes or insulted her in some way. Sure, the tone wasn't that, but it came across as irritation towards the random friendly act.
The brunet shrugged his shoulders a little and conjured up an almost awkward laugh. "Heh, yeah. Probably holding it wrong, I guess. Or, the face thing. I mean, it's not like I'm ever going to win any beauty contests with his ugly mug. But-- thanks." Although she was insulting him (maybe even by accident or on purpose, he couldn't tell anymore) he did his usual and gave her a smile. At the end of the day, a smile uses less face muscles than frowning does.
You say that like I hadn’t already figured it out. Oh, it was? Awesome. I got a pop culture reference right for, like, the first time in my life. I’m not great at those. Uh, it’s a decent name, and he lives up to it. Means clever, heh. Uh, yeah, he… Really is. Bucky is a pretty cute name, too, though, even if I’m not a dog person. I don’t even know what kind of dog that is, but a hyper dog sounds like less fun than a giant cat, really. Walking. Hey, at least you have the option. I’d wake up with a dead ferret being shoved into my face the day after I got it, so… There’s that.
'S what happens to most people, which is sad but true. I generally don't get out much, or really… do anything much on social media or anything, so I'm not, um, the easiest guy to get a hold of— on days I break routine, at least.
Clever, huh? I don't know where Buck got his name from, but I'm gonna guess at the Captain America movies or something. I didn't really get to rename him-- or, well, I didn't want to. I dunno, I think it suits him. And, yeah, I probably would too, to be fair. They seem fun to keep, though. You can get them these big cages with tubes and stuff. I dunno, they seem fun but I don't think I'll ever get one.
I mean, if you want someone to hang about with when you do decide to come out and get some air, you can call on me. I'm normally just being a loner about town and talking to a camera. Oh-- don't get Facebook. I mean, I have it but don't get it. That thing is just a reason for people to argue over stupid things. That, and Tumblr. If you post an opinion on Tumblr, it'll end up with you getting death threats or something. Ain't too much fun when you just want to say that you enjoy cinnabuns, or something.
Tim eyed the guy’s camera curiously. It wasn’t something he saw everyday, unless you counted the numerous chicks always taking selfies of themselves and their food or drink. Maybe this guy was on a new level of narcissism… maybe not? Tim gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, even the homeless guy who had almost successfully stolen his shoes.
"I get weird looks without a camera. You just get used to it, right?"
Walking around with an high end digital camera and videoing yourself in various locations was something that just came to Dean as second nature. Hell, he'd done it in so many locations that he'd lost track. However, with the growing trend of facetiming people and taking selfies with friends, the raised eyebrows towards him were becoming fewer in number. But that didn't stop the odd one or two to happen, thinking that he's literally just talking to himself. It didn't seem the case with this guy, though. The guy with the eyebrows that looked to be great as they moved around his face. Talk about strong eyebrow game. Either that, or he really needed to wax them. Either or, Dean's natural expression of a light grin appeared on his face as he looked at him.
"Eh, same. I mean, if I don't get looks for the camera, I get looks for the fact that I'm build like a twig and I'm like...a freaking light house when it comes to height. So, yeah, I get use to it, that's for sure."
↳30 day song challenge
day 03 - a song that makes you laugh: We Are Golden by Mika
That was a whole new level of terrible, I have to admit. Actually, I don’t get that second one. All I can remember is that one Beyonce song. I just have Hugo, although Thin Mint is a far more interesting name. He’s, um, a Maine Coon, he’s… big. Three and a half feet, in total. Also comes with me everywhere, so if you see a giant cat harrassing people, um.. Let me know, okay? He means well, but big cat, big claws. A fan of the fluff, huh?
If it’s important enough that you talk into a camera all the time for it, it’s pretty major, I’d say. Making things that are important to you seem small is unhealthy, y’know. Oh, I’ve been… Getting better. Slightly. But this is a one-off, y’know, I’m going to have to ignore everyone for days to keep my antisocial-status up there. I won’t even leave the house. Dean. Okay, I’ll remember that— I’m Benji.
Tell me about it. But hey, now you've got blackmail material over me, that counts for something. And, yeah, that's where I was getting it from. Good ol' Queen Bey. Hugo? Aw, that's a cute name for a cat. But fuck, he sounds like a big fella. I'll keep my eyes peeled for him. I think it'd be kind of hard not to spot a giant cat on the loose. I've just got Bucky, he's a lil' Bichon Frisé. He's hyper as hell, but I love the guy. Yeah! A fan of the fluff. I've always loved animals, I wanted a ferret at one point but something tells me I'd suck at taking care of one.
Aw, don't do that. I mean, I can't exactly stop you if you want to go and hide, but I dunno. You seem kinda cool. It'd be lame to meet you then not see you for like a month. Nice to meet ya, Benji.