ZANY!

To love me is to love a haunted house; it’s fun to visit once a year but no one wants to live there, and when you say, “Tell me about the bad days,” it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell. penned by bri.

[excvlsior]

All but tripping over herself as Mitchie ran out of the bowling alley, her hands shielding either side of her face caused her to crane her neck more than necessary to keep an eye out for Austin’s car. Spotting the Subaru Crosstrek parked further to the right, she started up a jog - awkward and with the most unathletic gait possible, until she was at the passenger’s side, tossing herself roughly into the car, “Drive - please,” she begged, hands busying themselves with completely covering her face now. The job interview had, obviously, not gone well, “I can’t even be trusted to clean bowling shoes. I loved that place,” she said, insinuating she’d never be able to go back because of how humiliating the last five minutes had been. Mitchie wasn’t one for dramatics, but the horror she felt felt too visceral to be dramatic, “I spilled boiling hot coffee all over his lap - I didn’t even get his name. It was all over so fast,” The only thing she could remember the interviewer say was a cacophony of expletives as the steaming coffee seeped into his pants, searing unexpecting skin, “Can we get ice cream or something? I, like, need something to keep me from replaying what just happened. If he sues then I’ll really be broke, probably have to go to jail. Think you can handle dating someone through a glass screen?” @affiinities​

[dailyskams]

It’s okay. I’m here.

[excvlsior]

strvwberryblcnde​:

In the time since Jude had last seen Rosa, he’d almost set his dorm on fire by nodding off with a lit spliff, crashed a car into a brick wall (intent behind this pending investigation) and received a rather squiggly stick ‘n’ poke of a dog with socked paws and an eggplant plump snout on his shoulder, ‘DOG IS GOD’ scrawled finely above. The lettering was still subtly raised, red around the edges to match the rim of his blinks. Sketching arm cast and snug to his chest, Teddy had attempted to roll him his usual abundance with little help from Jude’s perfectionist backseat driving, fingers quaking enough that he couldn’t help but squint in dismay for the entire process. He’d still thanked Teddy for his assistance, though he couldn’t help but eye the line of spliffs like they were a spider thumped relentlessly beneath an obnoxiously heavy bible, eight limbs splayed and crooked on a hardwood floor. He was out back, away from the party’s hub, sat on a bench before a pond which had spawned a sizeable caviar stack of frog’s eggs beneath the shadow cast by a thicket of grass. There was a candle clumsily thumped onto a saucer besides him – a fine China plate he’d stolen from a cupboard by the sink – and wax dribbled like an incontinent member of the elderly while the flame swayed, about as graceless as Jude looked, all fractured and bruised, banana paper dangling from his mouth like an exotic jungle moth taken perch. He’d spoken to Rosa, since the rooftop – little things, here and there – until suddenly, like a radio tossed into of a bathtub with it’s receptors fried, nothing. No signal, no communication. Then the crash, the swapping seats with a sober passenger, the shifting in a hospital bed as they asked him uncomfortable questions, each floating him up and further away. Forgive me for being frank, but you don’t seem… affected by this. You don’t seem to care that this could have been much worse. “Alright?” he greeted after a short delay, only realising someone had approached when he blinked upwards of the pond, gaging just a silhouette, at first – then, swift as a backhand to the face, Rosa’s name in his throat, not ready to leave his mouth but not willing to swallow and digest itself, either. His eyes drooped back to the pond, glimmering with the moon, so wet and silver he was half tempted to fish it out with a butterfly net and crack it open in a pan, suck the yolk to poison whatever sleeping werewolf he had living inside him. “Caught me doing my, uh… Dickens stroll of the grounds,” he referenced the candle besides him, suddenly sorry he wasn’t wearing Edwardian pyjamas fit with a pompom tipped night cap, breezeless night doing wonders for the glow’s survival. Like some deity somewhere thought he ought to catch a break, swamp marsh of his brain considered, a no man’s land he’d entered and never returned from, feet firmly lodged and sinking. Engulfed all the way to his neck, his eyelids. “Just saw a fuckin’… particularly handsome frog, leaping about in the reeds. Potential, uh… eyebrow lift, very striking. Member of the Hadid dynasty, ‘s my bet. Got any, uh…” Stall. “Fuckin’… Dunno what’s, uh… Chapstick?” he finished like his mind had stalled, a Nokia operating on a one bar network, eyes on the pond despite their usual obligation to watch her like he’d never watched anything else. There was an apology there, maybe, in his reluctance to acknowledge the need for one. Jude fumbled through these things with the long limbed awkwardness of a giant in a cottage with low ceilings, never particularly sure how to express anything, never sure if he even wanted to try. It felt like attempting fluency in a foreign language he’d never learned, sometimes. Being sincere about anything. Admitting he felt things. “Might, uh… Might pucker up. Kiss a fella back to his true form. Do my bit.” @excvlsior​

When she’d been 10, Rosa had started to count. Time that passed by, how many days until her next birthday, the next Christmas - she was just so proud of herself for nailing the 8′s time tables, it only felt appropriate. Just when she’d run out of things to count, ways to keep an idle mind occupied, Sylvie had passed. Rosa was out of the phase now, didn’t really keep track of things like that anymore, but she knew it was 4108 days since Sylvie wasn’t her best friend. Even if she didn’t think of it like that - wasn’t that the way the world viewed it? Out of sight, out of mind had never been a phrase she liked anymore because of it. It’d been 593 days since Tatiana, and the only way she could handle that number was by reasoning it was nothing compared to 4108. It was okay, to count those days still. She’d told a therapist once that she liked to count the days since her Big Two - a title said therapist used to refer to Sylvie and Tatiana, so Rosa knew right away she wouldn’t get along with her - and she’d said it was time to move on, drop the numbers. Rosa never saw her again. She’d also been a bit too aggressive about Rosa’s romantic past, one that’d been nonexistent up until that point. There’d be a party thrown in the waiting lobby if she found out Rosa had subconsciously started counting the days since Jude had last sent her an oddly placed but still endearing text - endearing because any text from Jude meant he was thinking of Rosa, even if his communication skills lacked a certain affection. His attention alone was affection enough - it’d taken Rosa a long time to learn that. But then the affection in the form of a picture of a Dorito chip he’d named Borg ended and suddenly five days had gone by and Rosa was painfully aware of it. She didn’t want to be - it actually embarrassed her a bit, that she was - but it seemed now, that she was more attached than she’d like to admit. More attached than she even knew. Two days later, on the seventh day, a rumour mill had started. Unintentionally - Teddy had always been a bit of a blabber mouth (a thought she had in private, using the more appropriate term gossip in the face of Lana and the like), and it proved so after his fifth or sixth shot at dollar beer night earlier in the week, going on about how he drew the biggest smiley face possible on Jude’s cast. Rosa had attempted to text Jude again after that, the keyword again enough to prove that she had, in fact, grown overly fond, but her rumours of a broken arm and car crash going on? can i come visit, make sure ur ok? went without a response. It simultaneously switched from the front and back of her mind for the rest of the week, both incapable of letting go of Jude and if he was okay, where they stood, and refusing to acknowledge it at all. There was nothing Rosa ever wanted to face, even if it seemed like she enjoyed placing the weight of the world on her shoulders. By the 11th day, she was at a party with Lana and Freya, forgetting any issues because that’s what parties were for - forgetting, having fun, drinking, the sort. And yet the second someone complained about how Jude had bumped into them, knocked their drink out of their hand onto their white shirt on his way to the backyard, Rosa was tossing back the shot Lana had handed to her, ready to go, grasping onto two cider’s she’d brought with her as she exited. Jude’s silhouette could be seen from the back door, and it made Rosa’s heart leap into her throat - in this moment, she was the most exasperating person she knew, “Cor,” she said in response to Jude’s greeting. It made no sense, didn’t fit into their conversation at all given the context of the word, but she’d been saying it since her sudden infatuation with it after Jude’d blurted it before making their way onto the rooftop. Rosa wasn’t listening, when Jude went on about Dickens, frogs, Chapstick - her eyes strayed away from his face, but she still ventured to the farther side of the bench to see if what she’d heard was true, cast coming into view and finally easing away any nervous curiosity. Or making it worse - she couldn’t tell yet, “Had to see - I’m nosey, and you didn’t text me back,” Rosa didn’t mean for it to sound like a jab, but it did anyway, usual bluntness making it sound like she was purposely pushing when for the most part, she wanted to avoid, “Uh, no Chapstick - I’ve got lipstick, if that works. More flirty,” she’d never worn it much before, when Lana did her makeup maybe, but otherwise had never found a shade she was particularly fond of. Now, she wore something barely there, more tinted lip balm than lipstick, but the plum tint was obvious enough she wouldn’t have to insist there was some on, “Here,” The bottle of cider held out towards Jude was almost aggressive - she was suddenly far too embarrassed by her vulnerable nicety to present the drink with any eloquence, “Hope I’m not imposing on your time. Anymore of your time - I know how to take a hint, but. Y’know, I do worry. My heart has grown three sizes as of late, I couldn’t help it. Even before I heard about,” Gesturing to his battered arm, “I wasn’t sure if it was true. Some girls in class were talking about it - do you know a Dinah? She heard it from Teddy. I heard it from Teddy, the next day. He’s very chatty,” Taking a step forward, Rosa almost considered sitting down beside Jude, blabbering on for so long she forgot that maybe she wasn’t wanted, “I want to sign your cast. If you’ll let me. I’ve always wanted to. I did give you one of my drinks, Jude - I’m officially blackmailing you into it now,” Rosa’s tone was teasing, automatically falling back into the way she’d usually talk to him, before remembering that she had reason to think she needed to walk on thin ice. Maybe that was dramatic - still, it’s all she could ponder over, about a thousand things on her mind weighing her tongue down like a pressor before a swab to the mouth. It was the alcohol, in the end, that had her carefully saying, “Are you okay?” Then, quickly, knowing Jude probably wouldn’t want to talk about it despite the words slipping out because she couldn’t stop herself, not with him, “Lie, if you need to. Just had to ask.”

[excvlsior]

Days dragged on so sluggishly, Teddy suspected it was the equivalent of pushing yourself through the thickest quicksand imaginable. He thought that’d be a bigger issue, when he was younger - like quicksand would form slopping holes in the street right in front of him, no matter where he walked. Apparently, his brain did a fine job of eliciting the same effect all on its own. It wasn’t all bad, though - the days. Teddy had gotten into the habit of finding the good in everything even when he was at his lowest, maybe the only proper coping mechanism he’d garnered from growing up. Riding from class to class on his skateboard was freeing in a way that was inexplicable unless experienced - the breeze always made his mind go blissfully empty, a few seconds of solace. A few moments of peaceful ignorance. It was so easy to block everything out in that time, Teddy almost missed the moment Rory came into view, walking across the quad like he hadn’t been gone a day, let alone a handful of months in a different country. It took a few seconds for the familiar face to register, in which Teddy had done a sudden double take - he might’ve been smarter about moving so quickly, in retrospect, if he knew the result it’d give him. Board shifting under his feet, it didn’t take long before it was rocketing out from beneath him, darting backwards in Rory’s exact direction. Fate or coincidence, either way, Teddy had managed to keep himself afloat instead of falling on his ass for everyone to see enough to patter over. Seeing Rory again was on par with a child on Christmas morning - there was a smile on Teddy’s face that made his cheeks immediately ache, nothing genuine showing on his features in a while, but it was tugged to the surface again like Rory’s presence was a siren coaxing sailors into closer proximity. He knew the last few months sat heavy on Teddy’s shoulders like a genuine weight, in the way it wore down his face, mouth usually twisted in an uncharacteristic frown, bags large and taking over so much space under his eyes it was practically distracting. He even walked different - hunched, almost unable to keep himself upwards. But he straightened immediately once close enough to Rory, no doubt in his mind when his first reaction is to pull the boy he’d missed more than he realized into a tight hug. Teddy doesn’t have time to think it through anyway - and it’s Rory. There’s no other real descriptor than that, than it being Rory. At one point, Teddy considered him his Rory, and not so much in the possessive sense as an ‘other half’ sense. That feeling still tugged at his stomach the best of times when Teddy saw him again, “Um, hello,” he said, somewhat breathless, an excitement he’d almost forgotten about squeezing at his lungs like it forgot where to go, “Rory, what the fuck?” Pulling back, Teddy still held Rory at arms length, hands gripping biceps as he took in the sight of him. He was meant to be scolding now, but it wasn’t working out too well, “I’m assuming you still have a brick for a phone, and that’s why you never mentioned you were back. Friends tell each other these things, y’know - I’d want to know you were back. Were you gonna go the whole year dodging me? I would’ve been fuckin’ heartbroken if I found out from someone else - huh. I, like, don’t know what I was expecting, but. You look good, just... the same. Very Rory of you, very Rory aesthetic. I dig it - I missed you. What’re -,” Inhaling sharply, seemingly out of nowhere, leaving himself genuinely out of breath with his hyperactive rambling, “Are you busy? I wanna hear, like, everything about - where’d you go again? I want every detail. A, like, absurd amount.” @drugstoreglitter​

[excvlsior]

affiinities​:

blake & angel. if the hum of his beat-up old volvo hadn’t been heard from down the street, the scrape of it bottoming out in the poorly paved driveway and the screech of his weathered brakes were surely indicative of his arrival home.  the wagon has seen better days— more than one hubcap is missing, duct tape keeps the driver’s side fender in place, and the numerous bumper stickers adorning it’s tail-end are worn, so much so that some were becoming illegible—but blake likes it that way. it has character, much like himself, he believes. he flicks the cigarette he’d held between his lips, toeing it out against the asphalt. he’s whistling as he enters his apartment, heels of his cowboy boots clacking against the hardwood as he seeks out his wife. in his hands— nails freshly painted an array of colors, from indulging his residents during manicure hour at the nursing home earlier that afternoon— he held a box of gourmet donuts. it’s not uncommon for him to come home with something of the sort; goods from the bakery not far from his job, a bouquet of flowers from a roadside stand, something he sketches for her while feigning note taking at care plan meetings. he was never not thinking of her, when they were away from each other. 

when he finds angel, he places a lingering kiss to her head. he drinks in her scent, giving a sigh of contentedness. “sweets for my sweet,” he remarks, dimple hollowing out beside his mouth, tugged up into a smirk. walking the floor to the dining table, he sets them down and sinks into a seat, but not before narrowing his eyes at the selection of donuts. his eyesight’s so poor that he can’t see even that short of a distance without straining, yet he’s still too proud for glasses. he chooses and settles into a chair, giving an exaggerated groan of relief after being on his feet the majority of the day. “the real reason i brought these,” he begins, through a mouthful, “is because there’s some news and i don’t know how you’re gonna take it.” there’s a long pause as he swallows, but he eventually gets on with it. “there’s this woman at the home. stone cold fox. she’s got these wiry hairs sprouting out of her chin, boobs so big they touch her knees when she sits, and she calls me drake in this voice that’s so deep and so raspy from years of smoking what i can only imagine was a pack a day. thinks i’m her boyfriend. told me she’d give me a baby today, if i wanted. a son. needless to say, i’m leaving you for her.” @excvlsior​

Humming to the song filtering through the speaker in their apartment, Angel completely missed the tell-tale screech/pop/growl combo of Blake’s car entering the parking lot. She’d told him before that even if she was on the top floor, she’d still pick up on it - because it meant he was home, and because if she’d been in space the moon would have shaken from the rumble of it. But she was too busy enjoying Glass Animals to pick up on it for once, worrying over a cook book recipe that was completely out of her league. Grilled cheese was out of her league, but Angel was nothing if not stubborn. The sound of the front door opening had her gaze flicking rapidly from her watch, to the time on the stove (she didn’t trust herself to set her watch to the right time), to where Blake was entering. It’d make anyone relatively normal blatantly cringe with the way she bounced onto the tips of her toes, human Jack-In-The-Box, face lighting up as they entered an unspoken race to see who could get to each other first, “Hi!” she chirped over the music, attempting to turn it down on her phone while simultaneously wrap her arms around Blake’s neck, “I missed you today!” Angel missed him every day - when she thought of him, spoke of him while they were going, at work, spending their days apart, she sounded more like someone speaking of a crush, barely in their talking phase, not her husband. The honeymoon phase wasn’t mean to last this long, but there was no immediate end in sight.

“Ah, I see,” she murmured, tone solemn, though it was obvious it was put on. There hadn’t been even a moment’s hesitation when Angel had plunked herself onto Blake’s lap once he sat, legs curled up and stretched over his own like a content cat - the image was mildly juvenile, something kiddy and middle school, her powdered sugar grin really the cherry on top, “Didn’t realize the competition was so stiff. I wish you’d told me before, I wouldn’t have shaved yesterday,” Once, her friend had said she’d seemed a lot more giddy these days. Their tone hadn’t insinuated that they meant it as a compliment, even though Angel did feel a lot happier, but they’d more concerned with how seemingly fast they’d moved forward in their relationship than how over the moon she was. Out of sight out of mind, had been the way Angel treated any backlash or questioning - the memory barely lingered as she lifted her hand to cup Blake’s jaw, just so she could press a thumb into his dimples. She’d live in his dimples if she could, “If it was sons you wanted all you had to do was say. I’ll give you a hundred. As long as they have your dimples, they’ll all be more perfect than the last.”

Before she could let the joke - kind of joke, there was a seriousness to it that was practically tangible, that maybe she didn’t wanna touch on just yet - linger in the air for too long, she was nodding in the direction of the donuts Blake had brought home, “Don’t eat too many! I’m making dinner!” The implications of her announcement were dangerous, “Gordon Ramsey says a chicken only needs to cook for 30 minutes but that felt - I mean, that can’t be true, that feels like definitely not long enough, right? I didn’t want to risk food poisoning, so it’s been in there for about... two hours now? It can probably come out soon,” With her back to the kitchen, Angel couldn’t pick up on the comedic timing of her assumption being paired with an almost unnoticeable layer of smoke beginning to drift towards the living room. Instead, she busied herself instead with finally pressing a kiss to Blake’s cheek, then his mouth. It’d been easy to ignore the smell of smoke on his shirt when she hadn’t been leaning it, but it clung to his skin too, a barely there taste under sugary donut. Angel didn’t like to be a nag, especially when it came to her husband - she’d grown up learning to bite her tongue, but she couldn’t stop the shift in her face when evidence she couldn’t pretend wasn’t there anymore came to light, “Is it red or white wine that goes with chicken?” she asked, thought already swept under the rug, “Or - rose? I’m trying to be classy, but it’s not exactly my forte.”

[excvlsior]

Summer had come and gone in such a rapid blink that Gunner hadn’t even had time to question it when the warm weather begun to bleed into a deeper chill. He’d never been fond of the cold, already used to a frost that cradled itself so deep into his bones it practically made up the marrow in its hollowed frames, but life had hit a stand still at this point. A stand still that Gunner had never been used to, one that made every day pass with ease instead of a usual dread clouding his brain and clutching at his throat. Nothing seemed as bad as it’d used to, now, not when it started to get colder, or when midterms began, or when his dad drunk called at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning, “Hey, Mr. Callavan,” Usually, Gunner left the greetings towards his apartment neighbours to, if anything, a shy wave, but he was wine drunk from spending the better part of the afternoon across the street at Lana’s. It showed in the grin on his face and the flush in his cheeks, Chinese take-out clutched in one hand and bottle in the other - Lana had insisted he take it with him after saying this was one of the first wine’s he’d found tolerable, assuring him she had plenty of her own. In a moment’s time, it almost came crashing to the ground when Gunner turned the corner, a struggle with yanking keys out of his pocket delaying the realization that a familiar face was standing just outside his door, obviously waiting for someone to answer, “Hi!” he blurted, all too enthusiastically, even if his features didn’t show it. He probably looked more shocked than anything, eyes wide and mouth gaping, opening and closing as he attempted to find more words, to say anything, feet all but glued to the carpet where he stood on, “Wha - uh. You’re not in Virginia?” As if it wasn’t obvious, “How... long have you been here? Why didn’t you text me? I would’ve told you to come to... I was across the street. At Lana’s, I’m - here,” Finally approaching, cautiously, like Jack would disintegrate with even the slightest breeze in his direction, Gunner dangled the keys awkwardly towards him between his ring and pinky finger, “You should - wanna come in? You should come in, um. I’m kinda drunk, I wasn’t expecting you. I didn’t know you were coming back. ... You keep randomly showing up. This is like your schtick now.” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

From right behind his brow bone, to the very back of his skull, Teddy’s head groaned with a headache born from multiple reasons. A hangover and simultaneous withdrawal had his stomach rolling, shaky hands attempting to maneuver a joint into proper shape, but it was no use. His fingers were never the most nimble, most of the time his work came across awkwardly shaped anyway, but it always got the job done. Teddy knew defeat when it looked him in the eye, “Here,” he mumbled, head hanging in dramatic shame, arm stretching across the couch to hold the destroyed rolling paper in Caleb’s direction. Teddy purposely avoided the eye contact momentarily, aware that he looked a mess - sometimes, if he looked too soon, there would be a concerned look on Caleb’s face, one that mirrored Teddy’s own. Always worried for each other but too scared to cross the boundaries of voicing it, “Properly fucked it up, huh? Maybe I should just take some, like, Tylenol. Like a normal person. Would that make you feel better, Caleb? You’re my friend far before you’re my dealer, Scout’s Honour, don’t even need your Devil’s Lettuce to have a good time.” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

The world pounded in harsh, bass-front music that was enough to make voices shake from the execution. Teddy was sure his bones were aching with it, but he also couldn’t tell his left from his rights. His veins stung and sparkled in the same way a dropped can of Coke would, fizz ready to bubble up and over the lip the sudden it was cracked open. Teddy wanted to crack open - he wanted the floors of the club to swallow him whole so that he never had to leave. Instead, he turned to Lana, leaning in close so that he could speak loudly in her ear, “What do you want to drink?” Already reaching into his pocket for his cash, signalling he’d pay - easier this way, sure to make it so that they’d get onto the dance floor quicker. The pills that made his skin itch with the need to move, to be pressed close to someone, had his gaze darting over and over to where people were elbow to elbow. An admittedly shitty Britney Spears remix was playing, but it was the best thing Teddy had ever heard in that moment, “What,” he started, only pausing to laugh at nothing, “in tarnation did you give me?” The high was a laughable one, in retrospect, considering what it usually took for him to have a good night, but it’d been a while that he was this high from that small a dose. It all but had him crawling out of his skin, too much too soon, hand rising and falling from Lana’s hip, to where he brushed back a piece of her hair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. They probably looked inseparable to the untrained eye, and anyone who assumed so wouldn’t be far off. @strvwberryblcnde​

[excvlsior]

about: *rosa samuels.

basics.

full name: rosalind florence samuels meaning of name: rosalind = ‘pretty rose’, florence = ‘blossoming in faith’ nickname: rosa, rosie by a rare few age: 21 date of birth: august 6, 1999 hometown: rochester, new york nationality: american ethnicity: honestly idk where the samuels r originally from bt they’re definitely whitey’s from europe gender: cis-female sexuality: bisexual spoken languages: english, fairly fluent in french and spanish as well profession: just a student tbh

appearance.

height: 5′9″ eye colour: blue hair colour: strawberry blonde voice: fairly deep and raspy i’d say........ soft spoken but loud at the same time idk hw she does it jst truly projects when she speaks its impressive tattoos: blue heart inside her ring finger, matching with lana and freya piercings: two piercings per lobe, right cartilage clothing style: big shirt big pant combo to the max. lots of baggy sweaters, usually bright, her fav is her rainbow turtleneck, likes baggy pants a lot too mostly corduroys, has a lot of overalls, doesn’t really like dresses or skirts in the slightest

health.

physical ailments: endometriosis neurological conditions: anxiety, ptsd allergies: dust sleeping habits: used to have a pretty regular sleep schedule Before everything that happened w tatiana now she’s a bit more as the kids say, self destructive but tries to get like at least a good 6 hours if she can exercise habits: she doesn’t rly at all unless it’s like when she attempts to roller blade or occasionally rides her bike but i dnt think she’s ever gone out of her way to exercise sociability: pretty fkin introverted n doesn’t rly like/wanna be around most people.......... she’s that friend where after a sleepover the next morning when the ppl hosting r like ok i planned a nice day fr us :D she’ll already b packing her bag like. i cannot. i will see u in a week. drink / smoke / drugs: yes / no / super rarely

personality.

positive traits: ambitious, daring, eloquent, genuine, humble, independent, meticulous, passionate, resourceful, tough, witty negative traits: abrasive, blunt, coarse, erratic, hostile, judgmental, overemotional, paranoid, ruthless goals/desires: she wants to be a prof really badly, really wants to know what happened to tatiana (rip sis), plans on traveling the world once she’s graduated hopefully with her best friends, she’d like to be more open and responsive to ppl one day bt . baby steps. fears: being vulnerable with people who don’t deserve it, the Male Gaze, men in general frankly >_>, living an unsatisfying life hobbies: rollerblading, painting, knitting, baking, singing<3 get it open mic night hosting queen, in the uni’s planet earth club, student government, thts all i can think of rn bye habits: lots of eye rolling (rude ass), purposely starts to stand with proper posture when she’s trying to ‘talk down’ to someone, plays with the tips of her fingers a lot, chews the skin of her bottom lip, also chews on pencils a lot when she’s deep in thought, openly flinches and/or glares when someone touches her that she doesn’t know well/likes

favourites.

weather: when it’s snowy but without wind chill so the air’s crisp and pretty from falling snow but not overly freezing colour: pink and purple music: a lot of alternative/indie stuff, hozier, florence + the machine, the 1975, also into boy bands/girl groups, spice girls, backstreet boys, one direction, a sucker for them all. movies: dramatic romances tbh, the twilight series being a big fav bc she’s a woman of taste food: stir fry<3, trying to become a vegetarian even tho she’s not even close to being one so she eats a lot of stir fry n will b like i love my vegetarian diet<3 then eat a cheeseburger 2 hours later drink: hot chocolate, red wine

relationships.

father: john samuels, he’s a pastor (blegh) but rosa’s a total daddy’s girl (hate that term jst gave myself the ick) n she knows it, grew up super close to her dad n their relationship is only jst starting to become a bit strained now tht she’s being a bit more adventurous and taking advantage of her freedom but they’re still pretty cool mother: i dnt think . james n i ever discussed wht their moms name is bt either way her n rosa r nowhere near as close as she is w her dad.......... her moms jst a bit disappointed shes not the Elegant Lady she expected of rosa n is a bit put off by her tomboyish ways bt their relationships more We Ignore Each Other than actual confrontations siblings: viktor<3 hey king, tatiana (rip queen) pets: i dnt think they hv any........... significant other: n/a family’s financial status: like pretty . middle class i think

extra.

zodiac sign: leo mbti: istp - the virtuoso enneagram: the investigator temperament: choleric hogwarts house: ravenclaw moral alignment: chaotic good primary vice: pride primary virtue: dilligence element: earth

[excvlsior]

about: *leo fowler.

basics.

full name: leopold kristoff fowler meaning of name: leopold = ‘people’ & ‘bold’, kristoff = ‘bearing christ’ nickname: leo, tadpole by some family members age: 23 date of birth: november 12, 1996 hometown: tallahassee, florida nationality: american ethnicity: dutch gender: demiboy sexuality: pansexual spoken languages: dutch, english profession: in lovell he’s a part time student and works at fowler’s flowers, but just the latter in st. louis

appearance.

height: 6′2″ eye colour: blue hair colour: auburn??? i feel like that’s the version of if someone had strawberry blond hair bt . strawberry brown instead??? idk it’s reddy-brown voice: pretty deep, surprisingly smooth jst feel like he has the personality of someone with a rougher voice bt . alas...... obnoxiously thick southern accent tattoos: c’est la vie on his ribcage, kristoff on his hip, ‘x’ on the inside of his middle finger done in shitty stick and poke, ‘L’ done in stick and poke on the side of his wrist, heart with a knife through it on his chest, tattoo inside his lip that says ‘pussy master’* :pensive:, ‘ouch’ on the bottom of both soles of his feet*, a hand giving the middle finger on the back of his left calf, dolly parton’s signature on the top of his thigh from when he got it at one of her concerts, a smiley face on his ass* >_>, a melting popsicle on the back of his right bicep*, ghost face mask on his right shin; * = he did them on a dare LKHSDGKLHLSDG piercings: lobes, right cartilage, industrial bar in his left ear, nostril, had an eyebrow and lip piercing when he was younger clothing style: pretty dishevelled and purposely ill prepared outfits, sometimes u can catch him in just plaid and khakis but more often than not he’s in something weird, his prized possession is a leopard print shirt that has a heart in the center, steals clothes from his aunt and uncle when he has nothing clean/can’t bother finding anything, been seen in marj’s skirts and leggings bc of this, and then on the other hand he’ll wear like a lime green tank top with a monster baseball cap worn sideways his style is just carefree and eclectic

health.

physical ailments: n/a neurological conditions: bipolar i disorder allergies: n/a sleeping habits: pretty much only falls asleep between the hours of 3-5 am, doesn’t matter if he works the morning or afternoon shift....... if he doesn’t work at all he’ll just sleep until his body naturally wakes up which is also usually around 3-5 pm KLSDGLKHSDGLKHDG exercise habits: doesn’t exactly have one..... he’s a pretty active and energetic guy so he’s usually up and about doing whatever anyway, also rides his bike everywhere since marj and steve r usually out with the only car they have sociability: loves being around people but he’ll eventually grow cranky, doesn’t necessarily need to be alone but at least with a different group of people if he gets to this point, the only time he actively doesn’t really want to see people is when he’s having a depressive episode but those don’t last too long as is drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

personality.

positive traits: adventurous, courageous, determined, funny, gregarious, independent, quick-witted, tough, versatile negative traits: belligerent, cantankerous, foolhardy, harsh, impulsive, parsimonious, sarcastic, tactless, unpredictable, vulgar goals/desires: lowkey he’d never admit it but he just kinda wants his parents’ approval in the end, and also maybe to find something better than supervisor at a flower store (no offence to marj and steve its just not his dream) fears: staying committed and missing out on different opportunities/people that could change his life, the fact that he probably can’t do any better than be a supervisor at a flower store tbh hobbies: drinking, drawing a bit tbh, thrifting, loves collecting random knick knacks and is personally loving buttons rn, harassing his friends<3, making stupid tiktoks that somehow have gotten him a kind of big following habits: swearing obnoxiously without caring, yells in dutch when he’s frustrated which he’s mostly picked up on cuz everyone else in his family does it, stares more than what is socially acceptable tbh, refuses to walk under ladders

favourites.

weather: sunny with some clouds colour: dark green music: likes a lot of 90s and early 2000s rap and rock, old school country like he loves dolly parton LKSDHGKLHSDGLK rly enjoys elvis presley too, some edm or anything that he can jst dance wildly to movies: old school slasher films, screams his fav movie series ever food: spaghetti bt specifically w marj’s Phenom homemade meat sauce<3 drink: grape juice, whiskey sour

relationships.

father: steven fowler is his uncle but currently his legal guardian, he’s a co-owner of fowler’s flowers and is kind of a mess but in like the fun way....... LKSHDGKLHSLDG he just spends a lot of the day in nothing but boxers and socks w their cat on his lap watching the weather report if he’s not working, has the weird energy of someone who would be running like a joke shop instead of being a florist. archibald fowler is leo’s biological dad but he sucks Big Time, giant business typhoon i hvnt . figured out 100% wht sort of business bt hes got Money bt doesnt even rly want anything to do w leo he jst sees him as a massive disappointment bc archie’s nothing but a loser fart of a square. mother: marjorie fowler’s his aunt and other legal guardian also the other co-owner of fowler’s flowers, literally the sweetest woman on the planet like she’s never done anything wrong in her life n u can take tht to the bank. she’s a bit weird n super spiritual, their house constantly smells like random herbs and rly intensely of flowers and plants bc she makes so many home remedies bt she’s an angel a fkin ANGEL!!!!! renata kline’s leo’s mom n she’s like . fine ig she was pretty negligent n her best friend is a bottle of wine....... she rly peaked at a young age when she was a pageant girl n she still coaches n stuff now bt she’s obvs rly sad so leo tries not to lose it on her too much even tho he thinks she’s annoying LKSHDGKLHSLDKGKLSDG siblings: augustus is his oldest brother and he’s pretty cool, probs the brother leo is closest with even tho he considers him boring bt it’s only bc he’s . actually responsible n wht not they had a lot of fun growing up together tho when leo visited new york. mikhael is the devil, he’s actually a bit of a cunt n both him n leo have expressed their hatred fr each other without missing a beat i think they actually dnt hv any love or affection fr the other in the slightest SKLDHGLKSDHG. vaughn n leo r closest in age he’s not tht much younger n he’s probs the shiest of them, pretty soft spoken n well meaning, him n leo dnt rly keep in contact too much anymore bt theres a special place in his heart fr vaughn he’s pretty protective even tho he bullies him a lot bt thts besides the point. willhelm’s the youngest n it kinda shows he’s pretty idgaf attitude n rly blunt bt he’s also funny n probs the biggest partier outside of leo so he gets a pass whenever he rolls his eyes in leo’s face. pets: mitzie’s an 8 year old tortoiseshell cat who lives primarily on ppls laps shes literally more lap dog than cat significant other: n/a family’s financial status: middle class

extra.

zodiac sign: scorpio<3 mbti: estp - the entrepeneur enneagram: the epicure temperament: sanguine hogwarts house: gryffindor moral alignment: chaotic neutral primary vice: pride primary virtue: dilligence element: fire

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about: *gunner paxton.

basics.

full name: gunner brick paxton meaning of name: gunner = ‘warrior’, brick = ‘good man/solid’ nickname: g age: 22 date of birth: july 30th, 1998 hometown: laramie, wyoming nationality: american ethnicity: irish, french gender: cis-male sexuality: bisexual spoken languages: english profession: in lovell verse he’s a student and part time librarian, in carina he’s mooching off the rhodes family while looking for a job >_>

appearance.

height: 5′7″ harry_styles_grimace.jpeg

eye colour: blue

hair colour: mousy brown/lightens to dirty blond if he’s in the sun enough

voice: used to be occasionally hoarse/rough from disuse now it’s just sort of permanently like that, smoking didn’t help either he kinda rly does sound like a chain smoker, with the slightest wyoming drawl

tattoos: fox on his forearm

piercings: n/a

clothing style: outfits consist of only thrift store finds which wouldn’t be an issue if he knew how to match outfits together or what his size is, always wore hand me downs and has never been properly measured so all his clothes r practically hanging off him; almost always wearing an 80′s style ski jacket, shoelaces as belts, mismatched shoes that are a size or two too big in and of themselves; took piper dressing him for him to start wearing outfits that actually fit and they’re usually all black cuz he still can’t style or match colours together even with her tips

health.

physical ailments: reoccurring right shoulder pain, reoccurring dizziness/migraines/memory problems due to multiple concussions, asthma

neurological conditions: major depressive disorder, anxiety

allergies: tree nuts, peanuts, shellfish, citrus fruits, red food dye, cow’s milk, soy, grass, pollen, latex, bees, cats

sleeping habits: prefers irregular 20 minute naps throughout the day instead of 8 consistent hours of sleep cuz he claims its ‘more natural’

exercise habits: n/a

sociability: generally prefers to be alone, has a small, solid group of friends he enjoys spending time with but even then only has so long before he needs his own time again

drink / smoke / drugs: socially / quit but can be caught sneaking one every now and again / socially

personality.

positive traits: calm, dedicated, forgiving, hard-working, imaginative, loyal, patient, resourceful

negative traits: aloof, cowardly, detached, grumpy, narrow-minded, pessimistic, quiet, secretive, vague, weak-willed

goals/desires: i think rly what he wants more than anything is to find out what ever actually happened to wyatt tbh

fears: everything around the situation with wyatt, kinda held on to the notion that wyatt isn’t alive anymore mostly because he was too scared to think of what could have happened/be happening to his brother after all these years, his dad, losing control of himself and his environment

hobbies: creating weird freaky little old horror movies that would probably make people cringe, creating soundtracks for said movies, reading, gaming, baseball

habits: avoids eye contact, bites/picks the skin around his nails, clears his throat when he’s uncomfortable, gives awkward thumbs up, his mouth always hangs open without realizing it when he plays video games, makes a flicking motion a lot with his hand even when he’s not holding a cigarette

favourites.

weather: thunderstorms

colour: n/a but purple if he really had to choose

music: he never really got to explore outside of the realm of his parents’ fav music genres growing up, dad’s was classic rock and mom’s was 80′s pop so that’s 90% of what he listens to, but he enjoys hozier/greta van fleet and some other modern rock artists, anything really out of the norm experimental sounding he likes a lot too

movies: foreign art house films, horror, nothing too jump scarey but more the psychological thriller ones

food: a nice Thick steak thats really rare like the freak he is

drink: almond milk, coors light

relationships.

father: john paxton, never really had a solid job tbh he would do a lot of random odd things or would con people out of their money somehow then would spend days at a time at casinos until he lost it all

mother: jessica paxton, also never really had a solid job LAWL mostly conned people out of money by pretending to be a psychic and then after wyatt’s disappearance spent her days either in bed for weeks or manically tearing their trailer apart trying to redesign their tiny space with money they didn’t have

siblings: older brother need . to work on that now LKHSDGKLHSDG and wyatt paxton who’s assumed to be deceased

pets: golden retriever named duke when growing up, he passed away a year before he left wyoming but gunner considered duke his best friend until then

significant other: piper rhodes in carina verse, their summer fling just ended in lovell verse

family’s financial status: lower class

extra.

zodiac sign: leo somehow

mbti: istj - the logistician

enneagram: the observer

temperament: melancholic

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

moral aligment: lawful neutral

primary vice: envy

primary virtue: temperance

element: air

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about: *teddy lawrence.

basics.

full name: theodore claude lawrence

meaning of name: theodore = ‘god’s gift’, claude = ‘limping’

nickname: primarily goes by teddy but he has a few fun nicknames like tedward etc.

age: 24

date of birth: february 13th, 1995

hometown: born in anaheim, california but moved to albany, new york at just a few weeks old to be closer to his grandparents

nationality: american

ethnicity: british

gender: cis-male

sexuality: pansexual

spoken languages: english

profession: depends on the verse ik in lovell he’s a student and working at a diner, in la i remember i plotted something out bt . i dnt remember rn. maybe he works w a theatre company something along those lines JKHSDLGKHSDG

appearance.

height: 6′1″

eye colour: green

hair colour: dark brown

voice: higher pitched than people would expect probs but nothing worth pointing out, bit of a new york accent that stands out

tattoos: aquarius symbol between the nail and first knuckle of his pinky, hummingbird on his right bicep, sun on his left shoulder blade and moon on his right

piercings: ears

clothing style: weird combination of e-boy and bbq dad; jeans with the cuffs rolled up, corduroys; hawaiian t-shirts, really anything with a fun pattern, almost obnoxiously bright sweaters for when the weather’s colder

health.

physical ailments: n/a

neurological conditions: depression

allergies: n/a

sleeping habits: pretty shitty sleeping pattern tbh, he’s been known to stay up for like 48 hours straight just bc he has no willpower to tear himself away from people or fun until he physically can’t stay standing anymore and even then will sleep at the least convenient hours like noon to midnight

exercise habits: he has random periods where he’ll be motivated to exercise and will go 3-4 times a week to the gym then gives up, most of his exercise is from skateboarding around or constantly being on his feet with people

sociability: kinda hates being alone, he rarely ever needs to be so he tries to surround himself with friends when he can, and if he can’t be with friends when he needs to be he’ll eat up alone time with strangers, anyone that can listen to him talk forever really

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

personality.

positive traits: adventurous, charming, enthusiastic, funny, loving, sociable, warm-hearted

negative traits: boastful, clingy, foolish, impatient, jealous, overemotional, temperamental, unpredictable

goals/desires: mostly to fix his relationship with his biological mom, finally get clean cuz he has not succeeded with that rly lawl, land himself a lead role on broadway<3 good luck sucker

fears: rehab, mainly being there every other month for the rest of his life like his mom; being left behind/not belonging

hobbies: runs the school drama club so he’s busy with that, drinking lawl, astrological readings (poorly), keychain collecting (one for every city he’s been in), skateboarding

habits: scoffs when he’s frustrated, constant touching, bounces back and forth on his feet when he lies, laughs obnoxiously when he’s forced to, tugs on other’s hair to get their attention

favourites.

weather: sunny and hot

colour: yellow

music: top 40, lots of pop, disco, literally anything with a good beat and happy sounding

movies: a good cheesy rom-com, the cheesier the better

food: sushi, salt and vinegar chips

drink: dr. pepper, tequila

relationships.

father: kurt lawrence is his adoptive dad, kinda gives off bitter old man vibes but he’s actually really chill, used to work as a mechanic in his own store but he’s a bit too Brittle for that so he just runs it now; theodore rydel is his biological dad and teddy doesn’t rly kno anything about him tbh........

mother: beatrice lawrence is his adoptive mom, just the sweetest lil lady ever, is currently a principal; annie holland is his biological mom she means well but she struggles with addiction and is in rehab rn never really had a stable job or anything but teddy still loves her all the same

siblings: a handful of adoptive ones but none that are biological

significant other: n/a

family’s financial status: lower-middle class

extra.

zodiac sign: aquarius

mbti: enfp - the campaigner

enneagram: the romantic

temperament: sanguine

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

moral alignment: chaotic good

primary vice: lust

primary virtue: kindness

element: water

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Perched on the toilet of a bustling party, Joshua had joined her piss break in a routine tryst where they kept each other company, rattling off quips as they switched turns going. Clem had barely started to listen to her own tinkling before Joshua veered into Scout territory, picking over an exchange they’d apparently had with a fine toothed comb. She leaned back like she was thudding into an armchair after a long day at work, exasperated laugh leaving her mouth. “Is it actually, like… worth it? Agonising over her like you’re a testicle down?” She averted her eyes as she teased him. “This is gettin’ real drastic. I have a ping pong ball lined up in case you need a synthetic replacement. I’m ready to make the cut.” Clem tore off a piece of loo roll far too ardently, switching things up by calmly folding into a square – even in moments where she’d expect to lose control, she had a firm tether, never allowed to veer too far. Her emotions were a wild horse she’d muzzled and reigned years ago. Regardless, they still bucked. “Besides, she’s with Preston.” She’d wiped and flushed in the space of a blink, neon green cycling shorts tugged up around her hips – paired with an oversized t-shirt that almost swallowed the colour completely and pale blue glitter on her eyes, it was quite the contrast. “They’re pro’l’ly fuckin’ all the time, or – or starin’ into each other’s eyes or, like – y’know, whatever people in love do.” Swearing sounded strange in her mouth. Unnatural. Sweet as syrup off a spoon, pitched high like some southern abomination of a Disney Princess. “’Scuse me.” Pushing at his shoulder to move him out of the way, she sent the sink’s faucet gushing. Clem kept pumping until she had a disgracefully large pile of soap. Unavoidable. She had to make seven, unaware that her lips had silently moved to count. “And, y’know. You’re really cool. If she doesn’t get that, that’s – there’s other people that do.” That felt too on-the-nose, all of a sudden, so she attempted to cool it with a generic phrase, delivered all nonchalant. “There’s plenty more fish in the sea, y’know?” @excvlsior​

Since Joshua had risen at 3 PM, he’d been shaky, jittery, practically bouncing off the walls. The three energy drinks he’d consumed weren’t all too helpful, but he’d assumed they’d wear off by now, especially with the weight of alcohol present. Usually he woke up earlier, but the night before had been a late one with his present company - time got away from him easily where Clem was concerned. He hadn’t realized when he’d started to hop on the spot, to the beat of the music pounding outside of the door, mind momentarily getting away from him as he rambled - his back was, politely, turned to Clem as she peed, despite the fact that he hadn’t cared if she did the same when he went first, and there was no real need for modesty between them anymore, “Done?” he asked, when he heard the tear of toilet paper, instead of answering her question. Right away, at least. Sometimes, Josh had to properly think over his words - he hated putting his foot in his mouth, wanted to make sure he always said what he really meant. It felt important, even though more often than not, he still ended up saying the wrong thing and the wrong time, things he didn’t even mean. His brain got away from him at the best of times, “You think I’m pathetic, dontcha?” he finally landed on, making a joke of it instead, “You can just come outright and say it, I can take it,” Even though Joshua had intended on leaving it at that, Clem’s observation made him turn to her quickly. There wasn’t too much Josh actually did quickly, but conflicting liquids sloshed through his veins and Clem’s observation had his brain somewhat reeling, “What? Are you sure. Last I heard they broke up... Did you see them together? I feel like I’m the last to know everythin’,” he moved easily, when she pushed at his shoulder, at his usual sluggish pace. It even felt like the way he hopped up onto the counter beside the sink could’ve been in slow motion, “We’re fuckin’. All the time. People are fuckin’ all the time for no good reason. I could stare into your eyes for forever, too. I feel like people in love do more... serious things. Like, in love, things. Like... grocery shop together, or... charity work,” For as much as he pressed on about it, Joshua never actually felt too choked over Scout’s absolute lack of acknowledgement towards him. Clem had a good way of soothing whatever qualms he held about it, even when she was attempting to help - it wasn’t do or die so much as it was wanting to cling to a feeling Joshua figured would seldom come his way. No matter how many times he thought he’d gotten around it, the desire to evoke the same emotions Scout tugged out of him had he crawling back for more over and over again. Smiling at Clem’s compliment, Joshua nudged his foot forward to push it gently against her shin, his own way of saying thanks, “Cool recognizes cool,” he reasoned, shrugging as he all but Uno reversed Clem’s words and sent them her direction, “Dunno. I’ll, like, figure it out, I guess. Pretty content with wallowin’ right now, not like I have anythin’ else going on in my life. Barely have time to squeeze you in between my fits of cryin’ and my temper tantrums. Can’t cast my best girl to the side,” Hopping down again from the bathroom sink, he hip checked Clem as she finished up with washing her hands, “Unless you’re tryna get rid of me. Then I’d be, like, upset but understanding. Gotta find bigger and better horizons, probably,” Josh worried sometimes, that being around him when he got in one of his Scout Moods was a total bummer. That was the last thing in the entire world he’d wanna be known as. Clem always seemed fine with it, good about it every time it came up - sometimes he wasn’t self aware enough to know when to move on, but he made a conscious effort to skate around it now, “Feel like doin’a shot? I think the booze is metabolizin’ at the speed’a light, too much caffeine to work with, I’m stone cold sober.”

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👫 philly leo

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leo is such a physically touchy person it’s jst his ‘love language’ ig considering he’s jst not good w words n physical touch went hand in hand w how he garnered attention whether it . was good or bad bt either way its jst ingrained in him. n it shows w everyone he’s with he’s extremely upfront abt it to a point where it can b a bit much LKSDHKLSDHGLKSDG bt i think philly is the first person he like. took a deep breath fr n actually kept his cool........ told himself he had to relax sort of thing bc she ws like . the first person he viewed as waiting being worth it? which sounds bad its not like >_> hes never had good meaningful relationships LKSHDGKLHSKLDGHDS bt other times either ppl have been all gung ho n Ready for Action at all times like w lana n freya lov u ladies bt they’re super sexual ppl so there wasn’t like. a need to wait until they wanted to do anything he’s jst never rly done tht fr anyone....... cuz he’s never actually liked anyone the way he likes philly like it wld kill him a bit bt i think leo wld strap on a chastity belt fr the rest of his life if philly requested it...... its the first relationship he’s ever been involved in where he’s very satisfied and reassured with everything being mostly chaste cuz its the first time that it’s been abt more than jst sex and he’s wanted it to b abt more than that............

i think during the summer when philly travelled around the states with elektra and they never rly had much contact bc she broke her phone leo wld still send useless text msgs a lot, things tht absolutely did not need to b sent like a picture of a dog tht wld jst say ‘looked like u’ and wld call her phone a lot jst to hear the answering machine...... the amount of embarrassing drunk msgs on there r sm. theres one where on a particularly bad night he jst lied on the roof of a house party n called philly n was like ‘im not even good at math but i havent seen u in 52 days thats gross and sick and wrong. its the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other since we met.’ and one tht says ‘when u get to vegas let me kno, i’ll fly out there within five minutes and we can get married by the elvis guy there.’ even tho he knew she wldnt b able to call back..... i think there’d b at least one rly sad one tho........ probs the night after a fight w steve or something where he’d jst ramble fr a long time before randomly blurting ‘i kno it wldnt b like out of character if u didnt come back but i jst hope u need me as much as i need u and u do.’

i like to think sometimes they jst hv rly nice nights where they get high on shrooms n take a picnic blanket to an open field in the quad n jst stare at stars fr hours........ leo wld start making up facts abt stars and constellations n insistent there was at least 5 stars up there named philomena.... mostly bc he cldnt remember where he said the first one was n etc. it’d constantly change cuz he jst cld never keep track. he’d eventually actually name a star after her probs...... he’d b so proud of himself too LSDHGKLHSDLGKHLSDG it rly wld b a bit of a romantic gesture........ he’s pretty good at keeping quiet abt things if he needs to b bt he’d b excited to tell her bt wld wna wait until it’s a good time..... wld probs finally tell her during the next meteor shower tht happened n wld b all ‘i went onto that name a star site did u kno it doesnt even take long? this might be the smartest thing ive ever done’ even tho he 100% still has absolutely no clue which star it is when he gives her the receipt fr it

during tht period of time where leo slept over every night to check on her when she was concussed i think made him even more attached........ i mean he already was. quite attached to philly obvs bt he rly struggled to sleep on his own after bt... i think the like Intimacy of it all made him realize its not jst disliking sleeping on his own bt sleeping without philly..... she jst rly makes him feel very secure in himself n their relationship n its the first time he’s never second guessed himself w someone its a different feeling than hes ever had w someone before. i can imagine if philly wasnt sneaking over to his room after tht then leo wld b. a face off to see who cld sneak over first. esp after tht time they didnt get to see each other fr a bit bc he was on lockdown at home w the impending trial being fresh n wht not....... bt the second philly asked if he wld b able to sneak out he was running fr the fkin hills. think he got into quite a lot of trouble fr tht one, probs milked it fr all its worth n stayed at hers again fr a few days knowing once he left it’d b a while again until they saw each other, bt he jst tied her yellow ribbon around his pinky finger n refused to move it until they got to see each other again bc then it felt like she was still w him a bit<3

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👫 lana leo

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its not a secret tht leo is like. protective to a fault........ ppl have spat in his face before n he’s been like ‘awwww does baby need his bottle? 😋’ jst absolutely not taking anything srsly but the second tht they look wrong at someone he’s rly close to it’s on sight. before him n lana were even properly close he was fully ready to kill felix in the middle of campus in front of a giant crowd he truly has no chill when it comes to anger n needing to protect the ppl he loves. n i kno in his n lana’s earlier days when they first hooked up properly it was after being flirty at a bar n wht not n i jst imagine tht became like Their Place where they went to drink quite a lot...... n i jst picture near the end of their university life after leo probs dropped/flunked out n he went a bit unhinged someone probs wasnt even bad to lana one night just....... probs merely rolled his eyes just thought she was a chatter box bt leo caught it n went ballistic. knowing him it wasnt the first bar fight he got into there too..... probs his third tht year or something n now his pictures hung up behind the bar top under a giant ‘DO NOT SERVE’ sign..... he’d b pissed at himself fr getting banned from his fav bar n its his fav bc of lana bt knowing her she’d find them a better more fun place n pretend tht tht was where everything Started between them years ago......

even tho he usually sticks to bass n drums leo’s pretty musically inclined in a few areas tbh, he can play guitar and piano too due to Forced Lessons when he was younger n has a wee bit of a Voice on him. i jst imagine he loved to write half-assed goofy songs abt his friends and family n what not....... has probs even performed them from time to time as a joke at open mic nights at school or local cafe’s, n he’s def written A Lot of them abt lana. before they were dating, during, after, all just as bad as the last cuz bless his heart but he’s still a dumbass..... lyrics get as good as ‘thats my lana, wish i was her man-a’ even tho they were fully together at the time. got booed off stage once because he performed like 5 in a row and they all got more and more graphic, one of them went into specific detail abt their sex life n their fav sex position so hes probs banned from the cafe he used to perform those at too LKDHGLHSDLGKHSKLDGHSDG bt it was worth it..........

usually marj is the one thts rly keen on leo’s friends bt i think steve wld actually find lana a hoot............ marj wld still love her ofc bt. lana n steve’s humour is both so similar n they’re jst ridiculous. leo probs had to ask lana to come over a lot fr dinner maybe even more than after they broke up cuz steve wanted to make sure lana knew she was always welcome as if she wasn’t still best friends w leo maybe a mere week after they broke up..... sometimes he’ll show up at home after a shift n steve n lana r jst laughing to themselves in the kitchen n when leo asks abt it steve jst says . u had to b there. like he’s started some exclusive club w lana tht u have to fit the criteria to fit in for. LKSHDGKLHSDLGKHSDLGKSDG i kno thts not so much abt leo bt. it’d make him rly happy...... he’d sometimes dawdle after work jst so steve n lana can hang out a bit longer jst the two of them. steve’s a lot more interior w his emotions n leo’s always worried tht he doesnt hv a good outlet after finn passed so it wld jst b a nice reassurance....... n jst b nice seeing him so happy all the time again

even tho hes definitely not supposed to i think leo wld take so many bouquets to lana after shifts........ he wldnt even think much abt it or the insinuation behind it tbh its like such an obvious romantic move bt he jst thought lana wld like it n he wanted to try new flower combinations and figure out wht her favourite ones were......like i think it’d start fr special events n wht not like bdays or bringing some fr thanksgiving/xmas etc. n then one time he’d jst bring a bouquet randomly bc lana always seemed to love it n he didnt want some to go to waste n he figured she could nurture anything to full health. then it’d become a weekly thing n then suddenly lana’s getting 5 new bouquets a week...... her house wld b like a fkin greenhouse leo wldnt even get the hint tht hes being barbaric w it n bringing over so fkin many n knowing lana she wld never say anything n tell him to stop KLHSDKGLHSKLDHGKLSDD

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