jo the bro

jonas cabrero, 21. sophomore & sig chi bro at seacrest cove uni. 

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SCCU TASK #5--GENERAL MOODBOARD 

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xx-jeongjae:

Jaeki’s smile vanished, and he started blankly. There was something humorous about the simple, almost innocent, question after his rant.. “No.” He said, smirking, “But I could use a beer.” He stood up straighter, “The legal age in this country is crap.”

“Bro, tell me about it,” Jonas commented with a snort, glancing over at the man he’d just struck up conversation with. “I can’t really help you with that, bro. I’m not even old enough to be smoking legally, but I’ve got that dope ass med card.” He paused, flashing a grin. “Anxiety, you know?” 

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vance--b:

“That depends..” She began to say, taking the fewer steps towards him before she paused in the doorway, propping her elbow against the edge. Her eyebrow immediately peaked with a smirk twiddling at the corner of her lips. “What exactly are you doing?” 

“Uhh,” Jonas hummed, looking up through his legs at the woman before he flopped back onto his back in defeat. “Dunno, but whatever I was doing, I know I was doing it wrong.” 

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armstrcngr:

“Well, you could stop daydreaming about sucking dick and do me a favor…” Buckley kinda liked talking with these frat guys because they were normal, not weirdos with three thousand weird fears and phobias like one finds constantly at the Schuman Hall. “I’m looking for information on how to join Sigma Chi.” He then extended a hand so that the other could be back on his feet.

Jonas lifted a brow in response to the other’s words this time around. He wasn’t used to people approaching him about Sigma Chi recruitment shit. As the President of their frat, Julian typically took care of recruitment, but even if Lowell didn’t handle it all and much more, Jonas wasn’t the kind of person that people approached when they were seeking help at all. He didn’t blame people for assuming he didn’t know stuff because...Well, nine times out of ten, he didn’t. “You wanna join Sig Chi?” He asked. “Are you a Freshman? And do you enjoy tormenting people that don’t deserve shit in their lives but react in such a stressed out way that it’s too funny not to fuck with them?”

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ianwilde:

“Absolutely not, lil homie.” Ian snorted, eyeing his fraternity brother as he did…whatever he was doing on the ground. 

Jonas didn’t even bother looking up through his legs to find the source of the voice that’d spoken out to him, knowing Ian’s tone and verbiage anywhere. “You of all people should be supporting me in everything I do, brah. And support includes lying to me to avoid hurting my feelings.” 

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gabe-wallace:

“Dude. Dude.” Gabe stressed, lobbing another $2 calculator at Jonas. “First off, fuck you for not sharing. Second off, I’ve said multiple times if you can’t work whilst faded don’t smoke before or during work. Actually probably smoking while at work is a bad idea anyway, if not for the legal ramifications for the fact that if you do not go stock those damn books I am going to do bodily harm to you. Intense bodily harm.”

“I don’t share weed, broseph. If you want someone to smoke you out for free, scrub with that pretty little side piece of yours or that smokin’ Latina you live with.” Jonas shot back at his coworker, taking a moment before he stretched out, still flat on his back, using the momentum of that movement to actually push himself off the ground. Ignoring the couple of calculators on the floor that Gabe had chucked at him, Jonas head back towards the counter, eyeing the open box of Chemistry textbooks that Gabe had instructed him to put up some time ago. “I feel like...I’ve probably done a lot of work today. Enough, you know?” 

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emily-echolls:

Narrowing her eyes slightly at his comment, Emily sneered. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, but she didn’t appreciate it any more than she ever had. “I’m sure it is, Lord Stoner Frat Fuck. You seem the type to fuck up a lot.”

“I totally am,” He admitted, not a hint of shame lacing his tone. Jonas knew he was bad at pretty much everything, but he loved that living in California meant he could blame his ignorance on recreational pot. “I totally am,” He repeated. “Put that on my grave, bruh.” 

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sccu-starling:

“Oh my goodness Jonas.” Lydia demanded, planting her hands on her hips and frowning. “You know I would never do that… not more than once!” she finished with a squeak, giggling as she quickly kicked him in the behind, dancing away to avoid retaliation.

Despite the uber soft nature of Lydia’s attack, Jonas’ concentration and balance weren’t exactly to par to begin with and even such a subtle strike had him toppling over, landing flat on his side as his pose broke. “Lydia, what the ffffff--Not fucking cool, dude. Pretty fucking whack, actually.” 

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wtfdelphi:

it wasn’t that it necessarily mattered whether or not delphi won the cute little stuffed reindeer, but it mattered a little. she didn’t want to walk away from the game empty handed, and especially not empty handed and feeling like an idiot for not winning such a simple game. so far, she had two of the three balloons popped that she needed, but ponying up to take the last shot had her biting at her lower lip. she’d already targeted the easiest ones to hit. now she was stuck. “..hey! you should come help me win this reindeer.” 

there was nothing wrong with asking for help, so that’s exactly what delphi chose to do, turning to call out to the nearest person walking by. it wasn’t like there was a rule that said she had to be the one to hit all the balloons, just that they had to be hit and she had to pay for the darts.”pleeeease? i’ll treat you to lunch or something!”

“I’m not going to lie to you, dude,” Jonas began, eyeing the pretty little blonde as she turned to request his help. He was standing adjacent to the carnival games, doing what he supposed passed for people watching while completely devouring a caramel apple funnel cake--which, naturally, was nothing more than a caramel apple he’d dropped on top of the already too sweet fried sugary treat. 

“I’m pretty fucking blasted right now and my hand eye coordination is pretty shitty on the regs, so I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to help you.” 

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kizzie-collins:

“You’re so cute. Oh, you’re so cute, yes you are. You’re a sweet little baby, aren’t you?” Kizzie cooed to the little lamb curled against her stomach that greedily sucked and slurped at the bottle she held to its mouth. The sight warmed her heart and made a large smile split across her face. If she closed her eyes it was almost like she was back at home, save for the sound of the crashing waves nearby. Her sigh of content was swallowed by the grunts of oinks of the the pigs nearby. She could stay in that little pen forever. When a pair of feet appeared in her peripheral vision she glanced over at the visitor and smiled up at them. “Did you want a turn? Y’should really give this a try! There’s nothin’ better in the world quite like feedin’ a baby lamb.”

“I’m...” Jonas started, watching intently as the girl continued her work, not doing much himself to show he had an interest in taking over. If he were being honest, he wasn’t quote sure how he’d ended up at the petting zoo, only that he’d been planning on smoking a few bowls and trying to steal some leftover baked goods from the baking contest. Instead, he was...there. “I don’t think I could, dude.” 

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xx-jeongjae:

He’s leaning on the railings near the beach, bent over them, staring off into the distance as they set up for some of the events. It’s early. Jaeki just wanted to see everything be put together before he returned at night. He hears the scuff of footsteps near him, he’s not paying attention to whether they stopped or if they’re still walking, Jaeki speaks anyway, “It’s…interesting. Watching everything be put together, knowing it will be torn down, with nothing that will prove it was there.” He smirks softly, he leans back as far as he can, the only thing keeping him standing is his grip on the railing, his heels dig into the ground, “You could walk on the beach a month from now, and not even know about the sandmen, or the reindeer. The friendships, or the romances.” He sighs softly; it sounds foreign to even him.There’s no permanence. He hates holidays, he always gets sappy. He wishes the drinking age in the US was lower, “So, any special plans, or things you can suggest for the event?” He turns to the person, small smile on his lips.

“Dude...” Was all Jonas said to start, a lag preempting his following words as he attempted to process those of the other. “Are you fucking baked right now?” 

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ivazotrova:

“I am not sure what you’re doing, but I am absolutely certain that you are not.” Iva said flatly, stepping over him where he was blocking the entry way of the Sig Chi house.

“Ice. Ice cold,” Jonas drawled as he shifted into a sitting position, staring up at the woman that had just stepped over him and into his fraternity home. “You come into my home and insult me on the day of my daughter’s wedding? For fucking shame.” 

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hunter-zaccadelli:

“Whenever you want, J.” The drummer shook his head and rolled his eyes evern further if that was posible as he watched Jonas doing whatever he thought it was funny as he looked like a three-year-old. “No shit, you still have brains? Interesting flashnews.” Hunter joked. “Now, those are the smartest words you uttered this day. I’m down.” Grabbing the guitar case he began to put the guitar in its place more than ready for a smoke.

“Ignoring your hurtful words,” Jonas cooed as he pushed himself up from the band room floor, drawing in a long, dramatic breath before he clapped his hands together. “Fuck you, dude.” He laughed, the following words coated in the sort of tone that showed he was merely joking. “You just told me I was a dumbass, get your own bud, brah.” 

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emily-echolls:

“What shit?” Emily questioned blandly, speaking for the first time from where she’d been watching the stranger in silent judgement for the past thirty seconds or more. “Trying to look like a dumbass? Because you’re definitely doing that right.”

“Thanks for the input, Queen Edgelord.” Jonas groaned from where he was still contorted on the ground. He was well aware he looked like a dumbass--he frequently did. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever told me I was doing something right, though.”

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sccu-starling:

“All I can think about right now-” Lydia said as she approached, lifting her foot and gently swinging it towards him, “-is how super easy it would be to kick you right in the butt.”

“Do it,” Jonas started up at the familiar woman as he held the pose he was in, eyeing her suspiciously as he did so, “And I’m going to write a strongly worded letter to Lana Fitzgerald about what a dill weed you are, Starling.” 

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magsrosetouchard:

“As I have no idea what it is y’all’re trying to do, I’m sure I have no clue.” Magnolia said primly, sipping her tea slowly as she watched she-wasn’t-sure-what unfold before her. It reminded her of watching her siblings when they had all been quite young- young enough to do something like that.

“Well, Blanche from the Golden Girls,” Jonas shot back as he continued to hold the pose he was in out of sheer stubbornness, rather than an actual desire to do so. “I’m doing...Yoga. Thai Tea or something.” 

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xx-jeongjae:

Jaeki tilted his head to the left. Then to the right. Then back to the left. “No, see, you have to stretch even further.” He said squatting beside the other. He had absolutely no clue what he was doing, but he had a good feeling that he could have fun with it. He felt himself smirk, “If it isn’t bone-breaking-ly painful, you aren’t doing… whatever you’re doing correctly.”

“Bro, I already feel like I broke my ass. And my neck. And like...four of my spines. Or verte-bros or whatever the fuck they’re called.” Jonas grunted back to the stranger, trying to hold the pose to no avail as he fell over with a dramatic thud. “Fuuuuu-”