over the moon

Mars. | 17 | Jock turned Artist | they/them/theirs Curator of Amateurs Anonymous: so they don't have to know that you don't know *･゜ﾟ･*✧ @m4rtian: *enters with a bad powerpoint animation effect* hello

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

“We” didn’t talk about anything. Stop trying to implant your ideas in my head, you brainwasher. Just ‘cause Imogen’s got you journaling for your witch shit doesn’t mean I’m on board. Words are your thing, not mine. And, I probably would tell you, but hell if I know how to describe it. But, God, you sound like such a freak, please, Mars.

[jfcmars-blog]

Can’t be implantin’ things if they’re already there; I mean, I could’a sworn we talked ‘bout this way back when? Or what if I’d told you ‘bout dream journals in a dream of mine? I don’t doubt it, No’ - you know how I’m no good when it comes to seperatin’ the real and the fake, that shit gets almost too real sometimes. C’mon though, do you remember anything at all? 

[imogen-harlow-deactivated201509]

“You learn to be creative with this type of stuff,” Imogen shrugged as she twirled around her friend to grab  clean pot from her cupboard. “Here you go my love,” She set it down next to her’s and called Mar’s over. “If you feel as though something should be added, do not hesitate to add it in!” 

[jfcmars-blog]

Mars bounded over to the new set-up; black-lacquered fingertips drummed excitedly on the table, on the pot, on whatever flat surface they could find, in what was a vain attempt to expel what excess energy they had reserved within them. “Thank you,” they supplied again, heaving pink waves over a shoulder once more in attempt to clear their view. “Add anything?” Mars questioned, hazel eyes traveling up hesitantly, “I don’t wann’a mess it up though. Is there a science to it all?” Gesturing to nothing in particular, they reached for the words before settling on a cliche, “Or is it like, like a gut feeling?”

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

2 out of ???: respect the pouch

[imogen-harlow-deactivated201509]

“Not all of it is made by me,” She called out, her blue eyes staring into the pot in front of her, “Just tweaked it!” She glanced over, watching her friend reading the over the recipe. “Want me to get out a pot for you, so you can try it out yourself?” 

[jfcmars-blog]

“That’s so smart,” they whispered in amazement at the handiwork of the blonde before them, their voice carrying in the kitchen where the two were to work. “Have you got one?” Mars piped excitedly, looking up and over in the direction of the voice, “I’d love to! Please, Electra? And thank you. Of course.” A curt nod punctuated their statement, painted-red lips turning up as they beamed over at their friend.

[kristianagrasser-blog1]

“Nah I actually like the lighting. It’s different. As for the framing.. we can try and fix it, maybe crop it a bit. Don’t be so harsh on yourself Mars.” Kris tapped her fingers on the table, studying the picture as she spoke. “It’s cheesy as hell more than anything. But people like cheesy, so we shall give them just that.“ At her question, Kris walked over to the table were she left her camera, looking through the pictures she took. “I went around and got a couple of people shopping for prom. But I’m not sure, what do you think?” She questioned, handing the camera to Mars.

[jfcmars-blog]

“School lighting always looks a lil’ funny when we’re workin’ but I like how the games got their own thing goin’ at half time; with Pep Squad’s prep, the place provides some cute photos if you’ve got the right angle goin’ for you.” They sucked in a breath; instead of lapsing into normal, regular breathing, they had a tendency to expel every last drop in their lungs before remembering the tightness in their chest. “I’m trying,” Mars admitted, eyes fleeting away from their work despite their words. Prompting their peer, “Shopping? I like that; we could easily break up the page between this, that, and some other thing - people preppin’, prom-posin’, etc. It’ll help us divide the spread, ya feel?”

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

God, my dreams are frying my brains.

[jfcmars-blog]

Ooh - you’re gonn’a tell me what happened, yeah? If you remember, I mean, I don’t know; have you been keepin’ to that dream journal we talked about? It’s mighty important. Dreams are like, a gateway to the subconscious and shit; Scout’s subconscious, ah. 

[scoutdiaz-deactivated20150701]

1 out of ???: scout, ruled by mars

otp: march and november

otp: ruled by mars

otp: i give up

otp: do we have to?

otp: i can make you smile

otp: i’m dragging you down with me

otp: yes and no

otp: what are you up to?

otp: goddammit

otp: sol and luna

otp: scouting mars

otp: mulder and scully

[jfcmars-blog]

Mars Watson added a photo to their Snapchat Story. “ bleachin’ - bringin’ it back 2 the blu ”

[bonham-in-the-sky-with-gilmour]

[jfcmars-blog]

WHO’s behind Amateurs Anonymous?

Let’s get academical.  Originating @ marisolsmusings (‘blogspot.com’, of course - Mars hadn’t been as nearly tech-savvy as they are today), the aspiring Artist didn’t shy away from streets of Downtown Heffes once prepped with a pen. Their first postings were watched over by a heavy hand, their middle school art teacher had wanted to draw attention to the talent - or, arguably, the talent she had fostered in their tiny classroom. Miss, with what lil’ funding the school sent her way, hand-picked her first team from the crowded hallways and set them out into the real world. Art exhibits welcomed the rag-tag group with open arms and free AC in the hot SoCal weather that year, and Mars took to their days spent among the framed work quite easily. Enjoying the opportunity to write their own schedule too much, too soon however, landed them back home; it was behind locked doors that they managed to cultivate their first collection using mediums they picked up in class. Where it hadn’t grown in popularity where their parents were concerned, other art enthusiasts flocked to the newbie’s work - and Mars thrived under the attention their pieces received.  

Let’s get technical.  They lost their spark for a bit following this upheaval. High school hit, and among grades and the pressure to fit in and find a home, a niche among the cliques of WIHS - their production process slowed. While their charisma landed them in the top tier, their natural athletic ability allowed them to be talked into joining teams galore. With athletics came a new type of attention, the cheering and environment that home games provided allowed for a similar buzz. But the critique they faced here wasn’t the same, it was body-centric - a feature that put them at odds with their own moral compass. Mars recoiled at this recognition; slowly, and then all at once, they were given the boot by captains and coaches alike.

Turning back to the internet, they revisited their sanctuary of years past, prepared to give the site a fresh look. Changing their handle to Amateurs (later turned to Amateurs Anonymous once the terms of their domain was established, punctuating the old home with the ‘.com’ it deserved), Mars turned eagerly to C.U.L.T. - Westwood’s home to those whose interests mirrored their own. It was only a matter of time before a team was put together, containing the best and brightest Heffes’ art department had to offer. With submissions, the project grew into something bigger than the lot of ‘em could even imagine. Lookbooks, playlists, articles, DIYs, vlogs; you name it, Amateurs had it. An environment where artists could grow, find themselves - an LGBTQA+ and body positive space, as promised - and divulge in the work of others like them was all Mars could have hoped for. And they got it.

[breakfastat-blairs]

“If we lived in Europe this would be the perfect time to sit down and look over what ever you pulled me out of bed for.” Lee mused, plopping down beside the head of pastel hair. “And those people surfin’ ‘round probably thing you guys are fast asleep. But they are wrong. So very, very wrong.” A smirk broke past Lee’s full lips as she peered over what the others had been going over. Clothing was Lee’s passion. A coupling of edge and feminine touches manifested in clothing and accessories. “What if you changed the bottoms from that color and added an army green. Not the fresh pressed crap, but the work, vintage looking kind?” Lee shifted, pulling the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her hands, “Otherwise, I think it’s fab, shoog. I would wear it.”

[jfcmars-blog]

Laughing, Mars’ painted-red lips pulled tight as they beamed at their fellow fashion blogger. “C’mon, Lee,” they supplied, “I need to keep my people in the know - you know that, don’t’cha?” Their arms jingled, an armful of bangles falling on top of one another as they extended a hand towards their stylus, scribbling notes in their loopy cursive onto the silver screen as the critique came at them. They admired the girl at the very least, though their compatible styles had allowed for their collaborations and friendship to surpass that. “I see it, I see it. Are you talkin’ about the one’s down at Farrah’s? Though they’re probably sold out by now, I’ll check out what Downtown’s got in store. If you’d wear this, I might have to throw this it a video. I’m forgetting when I last let out a Lookbook.”

[lizzienicholson-blog]

But can you just save me from having to spend my break in summer school?

[jfcmars-blog]

That’s not my area of expertise, you know this. Did’ya have a talk with Lenka?— If anyone could pull you outt’a that academic rut of yours, it’s Lenox. 

[longlives]

[imogen-harlow-deactivated201509]

Imogen listened to the way her heels clacked against her hardwood floor as she made her way to the door. The sound of her friend’s voice over the loud rasp knocks, Imogen quickly unlocked the door with a smirk. “I hope you’re ready for the first lesson. Come in, come in,” Imogen closed the door behind Mars and locked it, turning on her heels and leading them into the kitchen. “The book over there-” Her manicured finger pointed to a leather bound book, “that’s where the recipe is. I scribbled some ingredients in there to make it work for the hang over.” 

[jfcmars-blog]

Heaving a mass of pink over a shoulder at the warm welcome, Mars crosses the threshold with an evident bounce to their step. Long strides in what eventually becomes the direction of the book, they’re moving two steps ahead of the blonde - heading towards where Imogen had just gestured before even receiving an explanation of any sort. Once one does arrive however, hazel eyes go excitedly to the familiar scratch adorning the pages. “Did’ya make the recipe yourself, Electra?” Mars prompted, a look of wonder crossing their face fleetingly at the sight. 

[laterzales]

Y’know, I’m really thinking about asking an Artist to do a stick and poke tattoo for me. Like, imagine how cool that would be?

[jfcmars-blog]

If you’re lookin’ for an Artist, Universe, look no further; though I don’t know how my stick an’ poke skills are, considering it’s not exactly a skill the lot of us come equipt with ‘come clique. It’d be cool though, far out. Got your heart set on anything in particular, Zales? 

[kristianagrasser-blog1]

Going through the photos she had on her camera, Kris looked over at Mars. “Yeah, sure.” Putting the camera down on the table, she walked over to them. “Promposals are just so cheesy though Mars, are you sure we can find anything yearbook worthy?“ Looking through the pictures, she scrunched up her nose. “Well this one is kind of nice,” she said, addressing a photo of a cute couple by the basketball court.

[jfcmars-blog]

They grimaced, albeit playfully, but more than aware of the criticism they themselves were ready to spew concerning their own body of work; whereas Mars did not much else beside encourage other Artists, they played devil’s advocate more often than not when their own product was complimented. “The lighting’s lookin’ shit and I framed it weird,” Mars started, yet moving to remove the picture and place it on the table before the two nonetheless. “I mean, they’re cute. People are cute, y’know? It’s my b that the scheme’s all weird; who knows how the colors’ll look once I get some stuff strung together.” Looking up and over, “Did’ya get any shots you’re proud of though?” 

[rubywrocket-blog-blog]

Ruby wasn’t surprised in the slightest at the sudden appearance of her friend.  Mars had a habit of just showing up at the right time, often causing her to ponder if maybe they hung around and waited silently for a decent cue.  It wouldn’t be very shocking.  “God, don’t even mention prom.  Just thinking about all the fucking idiots getting obliterated there makes me furious,” she groaned, moving over to make an attempt at pushing Scout to the ground.  “Spacecase over here said they had a school event to attend.  Not my fault I didn’t predict another one of their teleportation acts,” Ruby balanced on her board before kicking off in the direction of the nearest convenience store.  Now that the other had mentioned it, she could definitely go for a cherry slushie.

[jfcmars-blog]

Finally untangling their fingers from the wreckage of their prom ‘do, Mars raised their shoulders in reply. “Had to get pictures — yearbook pictures,” they supplied, more so in Scout’s defense than their own as they watched their friends go at it with a lopsided grin, “Would’ve stayed too if The Hormones got a gig out of it but no such luck. Not this year, at least.” Planting their soles into the board by their feet, Mars kicked off and turned into Ruby’s tail, following the path the brunette had cleared of pedestrians. “One day the lot o’ us’ll be able to do this route with our eyes closed,” they speculated dreamily, though the thought was second-hand and voiced just loud enough for their audience of two. Hazel eyes reflecting the street lights that led Downtown, Mars kicked off once again with new-found enthusiasm in night rides.