since feeling is first

emily ✧ xxii ✧ rp things

[mydarkenedeyes]

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[greekinterpreters]

~50 / SYNTHETIC (REALIST) / PRIVATE EYE & ALL-AROUND NUISANCE

one of the original synthetics created for swingers, where he was known as slick hudson. he played the part of the quintessential Hardboiled Detective and was exceptionally prone to monologuing.

within a decade, he accumulated enough sleuthing skills to discover his true origin and went rogue. his trail went cold because he had his memory wiped somewhere in zeigta. while he forgot everything about his life as slick hudson, he still had the same drive: to help those in need!!

runs sly detective agency and specializes in missing persons cases – particularly if they’ve run cold. interested parties can also recruit him for some light reconnaissance/spying/snooping, but like, he has standards. not many, but he has them.

in addition to finding people who don’t want to be found, atticus can help others disappear... for a price. (synths are free.)

absolutely gets on the nerves of the police because he’s basically made himself at home in their records rooms (which makes it very hard to do crimes in there), and he is always discreetly foiling runners’ attempts to wrangle up other synthetics. oopsie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

half-prototype, half-relic, he straddles the divide between mechanical and organic synthetics. he ages much slower than the average human, which requires him to live a fairly clandestine life. his face is a bit of a giveaway so he’s taken to hiding under hats and big coats. very noir.

self-aware in that he knows he’s synthetic. he doesn’t know he was part of swingers, but he’s got a Hunch. some of his parts are starting to deteriorate due to age and wear, so he’s gotta keep those exposed wires covered up.

aloof in just about all other aspects that aren’t directly related to sleuthing. his cold electronic heart is in the right place, but he’s v rough around the edges, irrationally defensive, and the definition of obstinate. 

pretends he is only in it for the money, but if atticus had a dollar for every time he got himself emotionally compromised... he’d probably only have like ten dollars but that’s enough for a fancy cocktail at a themed bar so whatever! 🍹

it seems as though the one mystery he cannot solve is......... himself

[greekinterpreters]

name: emily pronouns: she/her timezone: est favorite sci-fi stories / characters: the x-files, stranger things, gattaca, star trek, ex machina, arrival, can i count fallout? i am counting fallout what you’re looking forward to seeing the most: all the lovely characters and all the plots!! *-* favorite types of plots: enemies to friends to lovers always, slow burn romance, found families, enemies à la nemesis mine, intrepid reporters hot on the case, unrequited love, redemption arcs, unredeemable villains (lol), ethical/moral quandaries, suffering in general, et al.  gif that describes you:

[greekinterpreters]

pierce porter + 15, 19, 44, 50

♥︎♥︎♥︎

15. are they the big spoon or the little spoon?

his height kind of predestines him to be the big spoon, which is fine, hester can’t put her cold feet on his back that way...... but he secretly likes to be the little spoon, because he is absolutely whipped and also it makes him feel safe

19. what are they like as a neighbor?

PETTY AS HELL and hyper-competitive. always makes snide remarks about exterior renovations or critiques their choice of lawn decor. once he fully embraces the Dad, his sole desire is to have the best lawn. 100% fuels cutthroat contests over who has the best lighting setup around the holidays. hester tries and fails to hold back the urge to bake apology cookies whenever there is another Incident

44. have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

not in the traditional sense. pregnancy scares are hester’s favorite prank to pull on pierce because he can’t really launch a full retaliation. in the process she also desensitizes him to it so that when she actually does get pregnant, he lives in denial until the first ultrasound and CRIES ON THE SPOT

50. what do they think is the meaning of life?

in addition to hettie’s toffee cheesecake: find some people to care for, and they’ll care for you. do your best, but try to be better. life is wild and weird and unpredictable, but it shouldn’t be taken seriously all the time!!

[greekinterpreters]

fifty totally random character development questions:

1. Do they prefer to wear headphones or earbuds when listening to music?

2. What do they do when they're feeling tired and need to stay awake?

3. Do they usually eat mild, medium, or spicy salsa?

4. Pizza, McDonalds, or Chinese take-out?

5. How do they react to finding out someone has a crush on them?

6. How do they feel about unrequited love?

7. How would they fare in a zombie apocalypse?

8. Gold, silver, or copper jewelry?

9. How much ice do they put in their drinks?

10. Do they use Instagram, Facebook, or Tumblr? If so, how much/often?

11. What's their desktop background?

12. How are they at taking care of plants?

13. Did they have any phases? (e.g. emo, punk, scene...)

14. How did they do academically in high school?

15. Are they the big spoon or the little spoon?

16. How do they like their eggs?

17. How do they like their toast?

18. Queso or guacamole?

19. What are they like as a neighbor?

20. How do they behave when confronted with deadlines?

21. What's the weirdest thing you're likely to find in their room?

22. What fictional character do they relate to the most?

23. Do they like raisins in their pastries? If no, will it stop them from eating it?

24. When forced to do a group project with other people, what role do they usually play?

25. Does your muse listen to vinyl records? Do they use iTunes? Do they legally or illegally download music?

26. How would your muse do at taking care of a goldfish?

27. Is your muse a dreamer or a realist?

28. Android, iPhone, or other?

29. What's their Subway order?

30. Trendsetter, trend follower, or trend ignorer?

31. What about themselves do they usually not tell people? What are they embarrassed of?

32. What's their ideal vacation?

33. White, red, or rose wine?

34. Are they outdoorsy? Do they enjoy hiking, camping, etc.?

35. What's their Starbucks order?

36. What colors make up most of their wardrobe?

37. Do they believe in any conspiracy theories? Fear a zombie apocalypse/AI overtake? How do they think the world will end?

38. Do they play video games? If so, which ones?

39. What would you see if you looked through their trashcan?

40. What kind of videos do they get recommended on YouTube?

41. Are they an exhibitionist? Do they ever change in front of windows? Have sex when they know people can see/hear?

42. How do they feel about astrology?

43. Why do people usually call them on the telephone? To complain? To ask for advice? To ask them to do something for them?

44. Have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

45. Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?

46. Do they meme? Enjoy memes? Create memes? Find them horribly annoying? How about shitposts?

47. How do they go about asking someone out or confessing their feelings about someone to them?

48. When do they usually go to bed?

49. In the "sleep vs. grades vs. social life, pick two" situation, which two do they pick?

50. What do they think is the meaning of life?

[stuckinreversemode]

CHARADE (1963), dir. Stanley Donen

[theroyalhistory]

King George VI and Queen Elizabeth at home, 1942

[cathrinabroderick]

Hôtel Magique

[whispcr]

THE ULTIMATE HOLIDAY THEMED ASK MEME {part of: ❄ twenty-five days of elle} 

SEND ME A SYMBOL

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.  ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.  ツ: Our muses go caroling.  ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.  ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.  ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.  ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s.  ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: Our muses go sledding.  ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.  ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. ↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).

SENTENCES

“Look! It’s snowing!” “Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?” “Santa’s not real! There, I said it!” “Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?” “You really don’t have to get me anything this year.” “Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?” “Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day.” “You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.” “Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it.” “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” “This is the worst Christmas ever.” “Is that mistletoe?” “You look cold. Here, take my scarf.” “I’m just not a fan of the holidays.” “You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours.”

TEXT MESSAGES

[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isn’t real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.  [text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.  [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.  [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, I’m gonna explode up in this bitch. 

[whereshadowsmakeshadows-deactiv]

[rosehip-baby]

I’m Todd

[primalpoetry]

aesthetic: californian existentialist depressed dudebro poetry

[nevver]

Bust a move, Bob Carlos Clarke

[dianaclairmonts]

Steven, do I really sicken you? No. I sicken me because you’re supposed to sicken me, but you don’t.

[onetwoinfinity]

[wilsonpatricks-deactivated20191]

Thinking about my OTP like

[coltre]

took these during a party on the beach yesterday, 14/08/2016 check my instagram for more - Paolo raeli

[danielstevns]

Dan Stevens for Jaguar USA. x

[greekinterpreters]

no homo + 21 (kill me)

I AM B U R N I N G

no homo + then there’s tongue

“The FRICK are you talking about? I totally saw you swapping spit with Hannah at cotillion. How could anyone miss that?!”

Julian scowls, deeply offended, and folds his arms in front of his chest. The glamour muscles give the impression that he is much more fit than a human noodle that likes to eat Cheetos dipped in ketchup while watching reruns of Maury on holy days of obligation. Quite the feat, Lonnie notes, before Julian opens his stupid mouth and offers and even stupider excuse (also quite the feat).

“She had braces, bro! It was exactly like making out with a circuit board. Which doesn’t count.”“Haha, how would you know wha–”“JUST TEACH ME, BITCH!”

Lonnie throws his hands up partially in disbelief, partially in defeat and seals the deal with a resigned sigh. If this is how he wants things to go, then fine, they’ll do things his way. But there’s no way he’s eating Cheetos with ketchup. Fucking animal.

“Okay, dude. Look at me like I’m Hannah.”“But– you’re not.”“Close your eyes, then, you dick.”“Look, maybe this was a really stupid idea.”

As Julian begins to turn away, Lonnie catches one swole bicep and yanks him close. “Bro,” he says, softly, “this was your idea.”

“Yeah,” Jules replies, pretending to stare at the ground but obviously looking up at Lonnie through his obscenely long lashes. What kind of business did they have being that long? Absolutely none. Now Lonnie was self-conscious about the length of his own eyelashes.

“OKAY,” he began abruptly, “okay, look, you wanna kiss girls? Then the secret is to go ninety percent of the way. And then she has to come in with the last ten.”

Julian looks unimpressed. “What the hell?”

“Consent is sexy. Or, y’know, she should think that. Whatever.”“O… kay?”“So you gotta go ninety percent on me. I’ll tell you if it’s fine.”“Gaaaaaaaay.”“Dude. Do I have to say it?”“No. I feel you.”

Lonnie foregoes another gay-ass joke (“you feel me?”), mostly because Julian is now openly gazing at him with those half-lidded, exponentially-lashed, baby-blue eyes. If he was a girl, this would almost certainly work. No, scratch that, this would absolutely work. Jules leans closer – he must be at about eighty percent now, but then again, Algebra II isn’t Lonnie’s best subject. And he leans closer, closer–

His lips.

Are on his.

And, if that wasn’t bad enough, his lips then go over Lonnie’s, and it’s open-mouth, but more like a leech sucking everything out of his bloodstream from blood and plasma to dignity and self-respect. At this point, Lonnie wishes he had braces, if only to slice that tongue clean off.

When he finally shoves Julian off his radiant face and onto the shitlordy basement sofa, the dick has the nerve to give Lonnie a pitiful, confused look. The confused part resonates, but as for pity–

“NINETY PERCENT OF THE WAY!”“I DID! YOU DIDN’T GO TEN!”“NEVER GO TEN! GO NINETY! FRICK.”

Lonnie buries his face in his hands, then faceplants on the couch for added loss of time and space. His only comes careening back to the plane of reality when someone (obviously Julian) taps his shoulder – and leaves an orange fingerprint on the powder-blue cotton.

“I think I know what I did wrong, and I wanna try again.”“Oh my god.”