living mourning lamenting

what can i make of myself and why bother with me when heaven turns itself away so easily and completely?

[felixbrady]

📲 who the fuck

zeke: [...]

zeke: consuming all of my food?

zeke: uhh mine i just got my dog at the sitter and he's like... acting weird every time i move i cant leave him

zeke: hope you don't mind large dogs

felix: damn i'll get you ubereats if you want

felix: will the dog eat me

felix: [...]

felix: genuine question btw. like is he gonna have me for dinner

felix: if he is at least let the gummy bears work first

[felixbrady]

📲 who the fuck

zeke: its like 10pm????

zeke: [...]

zeke: yeah too many

zeke: they kinda taste off too it's not what i was expecting at all

zeke: i got hot cheetos too

felix: and time isn't real???

felix: anyways

felix: i'll take the cheetos too

felix: [...]

felix: ur room or mine ;) or the common room idc

[felixbrady]

📲 who the fuck

zeke: i think i beat the radcliffe herd home somehow

zeke: perkins doesn't smell like kraft mac & cheese yet

zeke: [...]

zeke: will i die if i just ate like 6 thc gummy bears?

felix: mmm i love the smell of mac n cheese in the mornin !

felix: you might

felix: [...]

felix: got any more tho?

[felixbrady]

iseuls‌.

Iseul sat on a park bench that rested comfortably in the beach sand, elbows resting on the table as she spun a quarter over and over between her acrylics, letting it go and guiding it with her hands to keep it from falling into the sand. “Want to play Heads or Tails?” Iseul asked the person that had been mostly silent, sitting across from her at the table. “Heads, you have to tell me a secret. Tails, I have to tell you one.” 

the rosy flush of sunburn is a touch uncomfortable. felix’s nose partly crinkles at the thought, partly out of a habit ingrained into the day. mouth dry and head spinning, he’d become more inclined to indulge iseul’s prod at a secret with the fog of white rum still lingering in his head. ‘ yeah, fine. ’ half-heartedly shrugging, he leans forward to drum fingers on the splintered tabletop. even if he lost, there’s little in it when he can easily ring up a lie. ‘ heads. flip it and let’s see. ’

[felixbrady]

it’s cee again , i hav no self control , let’s just leave it at tht shall we................ as always, details under the cut :-]

『EMILE WOON ❙ CIS MALE』 ⟿ looks like FELIX CRISPIN BRADY is here for HIS SOPHOMORE year as an ANCIENT HISTORY student.  HE is 22 years old & known to be CANNY, EXUBERANT, PRYING & FOOLHARDY. They’re living in PERKINS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. 

BACKGROUND

there’s an heir to the throne and felix is it. old, tarnished money and a house flanked by creeping ivy tucked away in new haven, connecticut, there’s little else he has to strive to when the silver spoon is unlikely to ever leave the mouth.

felix is the middle child - flanked by an older sister bound for pre-med at yale, a younger brother who returns home from school with bruised eyes and split lips from another needless fistfight, there’s little attention on him. it gives him a breathing space. an air free from the more insistent parental expectations. he only has to do one thing and that is to succeed. such a simple goal makes it easier to stomach the fact that his mother and father care little for him. he is pacified with money.

school is nothing extraordinary. private college after private college, a newly starched collar and blazer with it. behavioural problems, numerous deans call it. he thinks he’s just rotten. school is nothing more than a joke, a stepping stone, bursting at the seams with a swaddle of people who he can hardly call real friends, a different girl in his messages each month. eventually, there are party pills and vodka. it doesn’t matter, since his parents care more about his report cards returning home than him. graduation is a blur. he can’t wait to leave.

two wasted years are spent at cornell. he got into business, like his father wanted. he moved away, like his father wanted. he eventually dropped out, as he wanted. his mother wonders why when they look at his final grades. they can get him in anywhere, and his father quietly hopes it’ll be pre-law. something useful.

the final nail in the coffin should’ve been the ancient history course he took up at radcliffe. but his mother’s strangely overjoyed at the fact he’s closer to home. they say it’s because it’s a family tradition, of sorts. a rite of passage for those in the family. perhaps they can keep a better eye on him. it’s wishful thinking when a credit card is thrown his way and the occasional, obligatory phone call lights up on the screen. they are no more interested in him then they are his spending habits.

PERSONALITY & TRAITS

disgusting? 

sagittarius. idk what else to tell u

allergic to self care. under the layer of designer clothes and chatty personality is a hot mess

bunny corcoran w/out the raging homophobia n misogyny 

knows he’s queer but leaves it at that. probably trapped in a premature mid life crisis. identity is smth he does Not want to discuss 

the only reason he hasn’t been kicked out of perkins yet is because the ra’s who pull him up have often been bribed with money ( of his or his parents’ accord ) to keep their mouth shut and let him stay. having a family who’s donated to radcliffe for generations back also helps with the prestige. besides, he’s not caught all that often

is never not seen in fendi 

may also be spotted vomiting on his thousand dollar prada loafers at a party cos he’s all class

bit of a social butterfly - mostly to get in on the hushed conversations. he can easily connect with other people but it’s always superficial

hollow to his core and likes it that way. he isn’t bound to change and kick the bad habits despite how hard people he doesn’t deserve have tried to encourage him in the past

would actually go really far if he applied himself a little more. refuses to believe he can’t really get a better deal than ending up with the family business because his younger brother’s become a raging socialist and his sister has no interest in it

can read others surprisingly well - often makes a game of dragging quieter people out of their shells or getting a rise out of someone

WANTED PLOTS

friends ( don’t quote him on that tho ) he’s always seen with on campus and at parties. his posse, basically, though he won’t call you that to your face

that being said, an actual, genuine friend he doesn’t act like a complete bastard around

his dealer :/

ppl who can’t stand him

classmates he either annoys or secretly looks up to, studies with

i don’t wanna say he has fwbs coming in n out of his room like a lazy susan on a dinner table but like..... he’s slept around

unlikely friends - those outside of his immediate social circle. the kinds of people he hangs around to feel better about himself or honestly, makes him feel a little less tethered to the suffocating family he’s from