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name: Joseph Barnes age: 25 gender: cis Male sexuality: Bisexual faceclaim: Rudy Pankow height: 5′9"

@villagestart

tw: abandonment, addiction, depression, homophobia

eleanorstjames:

“i meant it affectionately,” eleanor said with a laugh. it was a little habit left over from her aristocratic days, but she meant nothing by it. “even if i did, i would never middle name you, i promise. i’m a mom friend, but i’m a benevolent mom friend.” she merely shrugged nonchalantly at his observation, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she winked at him. she would never consider herself a violent person, but if push ever came to shove she wanted to be prepared. as if she’d ever hurt joe, though - her sweet, sad friend. “uh-huh,” she said at his report, fighting back the instinct to say something lightly disapproving. “played hooky without me, eh? well, i hope you were at least doing something fun.”

“i know you did, and i’m just sayin’ you better not start middle naming me. we can both be joking, eh?” being around eleanor was making joe feel better, but also realize how much he didn’t want to be alone. it was nice to laugh and joke and pretend that he felt ok for a little while. which was quickly making him feel genuinely better. “alright, alright benevolent mom friend, let’s go get food,” joe teasingly rolled his eyes, “i was not doing anything fun, i just needed a few days away, so don’t worry too much about that.” once again for the millionth time that day, joe chewed on his lower lip to try and ground himself. everything felt a bit wonky and he wanted to get back a little bit. “next time, i’ll call ya.”

#Eleanor

tarynsoto:

As the blonde stumbled over his words, Taryn’s defenses melted a little bit and she straightened back to standing normally, letting her purse fall back to her side. “You don’t look like the kind that’s going to ask me to sign some petition and make a grab for my purse.” The woman explained, letting him know why she instantly got suspicious. “No, I don’t think I do either.” Put-together. That’s what she heard. And that was a compliment! “You could bring it to the closest cafe or something?” That’s what she would do when she found things on the road, because then it wasn’t her responsibility, it wasn’t her worry. “Where are you from?”

The shift in her demeanor was just enough for Joe to notice, though he didn’t want to comment on it and make things weird. It felt nice to know he wasn’t as scary as he thought he might come off as. “Oh! Uh, no, no I’m not. I don’t have any petitions to sign and if I wanted a purse, I’d just buy my own. Though yours is lovely, don’t get me wrong,” he chuckled a touch awkwardly, “I might have to. I don’t want to leave it too far out in the open, but alas.” For now, Joe tucked it back in his pocket to worry about in a few minutes while he made a plan. “I moved a lot as a kid, but for the most part, Seattle and then Texas for awhile.”

#taryn

luxwayne:

LUX WAS EXPLORING one side of the street she hasn’t explored properly. She heard there is a nice restaurant, jazz clubs near. She was following the address from GPS, but her phone turned off, her battery died, and she cursed under her breath. At the nearest person, she tries to catch their attention. ❛ Excuse me, I’m lost, can you help me?! ❜

@villagestart

The past week had been genuinely the best week Joe believed he’d had in awhile. He couldn’t put a finger one why, but it didn’t matter. For now, he was walking down the street with a huge smile on his face and a feeling like he could do anything. “Absolutely, whatcha need?” Joe drew to a halt and turned to the woman in need of some assistance. “I’ll do my best anyway.”

#lux

armandestmartin:

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“i haven’t really had the chance to have a conversation with anyone here — other than you, but people seem to be pretty amicable here.” armande motions with her forehead out towards the party goers once more, bring the bottle back to rest on her bottom lip. “they usually turn out to be some of the best parties.” lulling her head gently, the lawyer tugs a gentle smile at the corner of her lips, picking up on the strangers more balky demeanour, “i’m armande, nice to meet you.”

“I haven’t either, most people are drunk or otherwise already entangled and that’s not something I’m looking to step into the middle of.” joe was actively avoiding any romance, whether it was directed at him or there was a risk that he would have to witness it for an extended amount of time. thankfully, he’d been able to escape it for most of the party. “yeah, fair enough. its been awhile since i’ve been to anything like this, so it’s hard to recall,” he smiled a bit at her, “i’m joe, it’ nice to meet you too.”

#armande

tarynsoto:

Taryn learned one thing after traversing the country, you needed to keep everything you wanted to keep an eye on close to you. Her hand clutched the strap of her purse, the other tight on her phone, and yet… she still paused. “No, I don’t think that sounds like me.” Why did she stop? It was New York, it could have been another panhandler or con artist. But then again.. She was in New York for a reason. To seek out new possibilities. “It’s not mine.” Eyes softened a bit. “You’re kinder than your usual city dweller.”

The minute Joe caught onto the way she was tightly holding onto her belongings, he drew to a halt. He didn't want to scare her and hadn't thought he looked suspicious. Of course, Joe knew he wasn't up to anything, but hadn't thought of how it might look to somebody else. "Sorry, he mumbled again, glancing down at the bracelet in his hand, "You don't sound like...the kind of person to drop something?" He furrowed his brows gently and sighed when she said it wasn't hers. "Crap, then they're probably gone already," Joe shrugged and tucked it in his pocket to figure out what to do with it later, "Uhm, thank you?I'm not from here, I just live here. Maybe that's why."

#taryn

theo-yang:

theo patted his pockets and realized his phone wasn’t there and the sense of panic started to set in. it would be another annoyance to have to go to apple to set up a new one and redownload everything he needed to make his day function. it made him a bit squeamish that his entire life was dependent on the phone, so when he heard someone calling out for him a wave of relief followed quickly after. “hey thanks, i owe you.” he was in debt to a stranger now. ‘you could have chucked at me and i still would be thanking you.”

If this wasn't the man's phone, it was probably incredibly stupid to approach him. Joe internally scolded himself for not holding onto it and calling the emergency contacts later. Anybody could just be saying this was their phone, but Joe didn't want to seem sketchy like he was trying to keep it either. "Yeah, no problem," he grinned and handed the device over, "I would hope somebody would return my phone to me if I dropped it too, but you don’t owe me anything, don’t worry about it."

#theo

parkersadam:

—Open Starter @villagestart Location: Up to you - maybe Central Park? Or somewhere else where you can soak up some sun?

“Oh these? Knicked ‘em from the ole ball and chain,” he explained teasingly - the nickname an affectionately sarcastic one for his best friend (and arguable better half), Eleanor. “Theatre nerds, am I right? No shame.” As though they, at least, had an appropriate context for wearing tacky costume pieces…

“The old ball and chain? I watched you take those out of Eleanor’s hands, you dumbass.” Joe rolled his eyes affectionately at Parker and shook his head just a little bit. “I play in the orchestra for most of the theatre nerds you’re talking about, my guy, don’t you start.” He flopped onto his back with a chuckle and stared up at the sky.

#eleanor is a really good friend of joe's as well #parker

starlitmemes

Gemstone Headcanons

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Agate: What or who will your muse protect with their life?

Amazonite: How do they go about comforting or calming down others? Are they good at it?

Amethyst: Do they have a good intuition? If so, do they typically heed it or not?

Apatite: Do they find it easy to communicate with new people, or do they avoid it as much as possible?

Aquamarine: How insightful are they?

Aventurine: Are they the opportunistic sort, or do they typically let chances slip by?

Blue Topaz: Are they the courageous sort? Do they find they can overcome obstacles in their way with relative ease?

Cat’s Eye: What sorts of things soothes them when they’re worked up?

Chalcedony: How do they consider their allies in regards to themself? Do they reach out to them, or do they typically keep to themself?

Citrine: How open are they to new ideas or cultures?

Diamond: Do they find themselves getting sick often or do they have a relatively strong immune system?

Diopside: Are they a creative person in any way? How so?

Emerald: Do they suffer from any sort of mental illness?

Fluorite: Are they able to concentrate easily no matter where they are, or do they need a quiet space with little distracts?

Garnet: What are they most passionate about and who are they most devoted to?

Iolite: Are they financially responsible or do they tend to blow their money as soon as they have it?

Jade: What are their opinions on luck? Do they believe in it?

Jasper: What do they typically do to relax?

Kyanite: What is their temper like?

Lapis Lazuli: How aware are they of others and of their surroundings?

Moonstone: What inspires them? Why?

Onyx: How do they handle hostility from others, whether verbally or physically?

Opal: Are they the emotional sort?

Peridot: Are they open to new growth and change in any way, or are they resistant to it?

Prehnite: Do they find it easy to recall their dreams or do they hardly remember them?

Rose Quartz: Do they typically hold grudges? Are they the type to compromise as best they can during a conflict?

Ruby: Do they typically keep their heart on their sleeve?

Rutile Quartz: Do they have a habit of looking for the source of a problem? Are they the type to attempt to solve it if they’re able, or do they try to avoid it?

Sapphire: What makes them happiest? Is there a reason why?

Smoky Quartz: How is their physical endurance? Are they the active sort of person or not?

Spinel: Are they a worry-wort or are they carefree?

Tanzanite: Do they heal quickly or do bruises and cuts tend to heal slowly?

Tiger’s Eye: Are they self-confident or wracked with doubt?

Topaz: Are they the type to cheer on others or do they prefer to be center stage?

Tourmaline: Are they the understanding sort or do they have trouble connecting with others?

Turquoise: Do they strive for success or do they typically prefer to go with the flow?

Zircon: How wise are they?

alcssandralopez:

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as the brunette took the little jar back into her hands she made sure to tuck it into her bag and zip up the pocket this time to avoid losing it once more and not being lucky enough for someone to stop her walking off without it. “the bad part is it’s not even mine it’s the studio’s i work for. so i would have quite literally been screwed if you hadn’t stopped me so thank you.” she said shaking her head pushing a strand of hair out of her face nodding a bit understanding where he had been coming from she was in the same boat but she still cleared her throat looking down for a second because that’s what her whole life had been about and to think of even going back to it scared her, “no i get it. i feel the same way, i’d feel the same way no doubt.” she said after a moment, “i’d be a terrible drug user though if this was that i’d lose it easily.” she tried to joke as she added with a shake of her head.

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“ah yeah, that would suck. i have a few things like that from the orchestra, mostly rosin and stuff. the music stands would be a little difficult to get away with stealing, but i guess anything is possible if you put your mind to it,” joe stared off into space for a moment while he tried to think of how that would work before remembering that he had been in the middle of a conversation, “i feel like by the time you’re really into doing drugs, you find a way not to lose them, but i’m with you. i’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my body, i’m pretty sure.” to the point that joe was a bit concerned with how often he lost things, but didn’t care enough to get it checked out. just another point in the ‘joe has problems’ box, as if there weren’t already a million points in there. “i’m joe, by the way, i hope you don’t end up in trouble for the glitter thing.”

#alessandra #tw drugs

emilyxhenderson:

“My thoughts exactly,” she smiled, before heading in the direction of the coffee shop. She held out a hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Joe,” she said. “I’m Emily.” She bit her lip a little bit. “And, don’t worry about it. I have patience for bees,” she chuckled lightly.

“Nice to meet you too,” Joe extended his hand in return and offered a rather short handshake, “That makes one of us then. I fucking hate the bees.” He let out an awkward chuckle and followed along towards the store. “I swear they steal my thoughts. I don’t have any most of the time.”

#emily

hazclgrxce:

“oh? fuck– thank you.” she looked down at the object, it was an old keychain seemingly with no meaning, but to her it did. she had not even noticed when she dropped it– these stupid bags getting smaller and smaller were starting to become a problem. she loved fashion, but at times like this she wanted to say fuck fashion indeed. “what? no– it’s okay. i don’t mind being watched,” she shrugged, then realized how weird that sounded and broke into a laugh. “sorry– that was… just pretend i never said that. thank you, again. i’d be lost without this thing.”

“all good,” joe replied with a half smile and a shrug. there were very few things in the world that he’d be fussed about if he lost it, but he was also aware that wasn’t how most people were. they had possessions that meant something to them and considering the keychain seemed kind of worn, joe assumed that was the case here. “well, i - uh - can’t say i was doing that,” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s fine, i say and do stupid shit most of the time. i’d say all the time, but sometimes my braincells run in the same direction and something intelligent slips out...just not a whole lot. either way, you’re welcome.”

#hazel

ione-lovett:

Ione nodded, fingering the case not out of doubt it’d popped or anything just habit—it was a gift from her brother and a rare find at a shop in Berlin, or so she’d been told. And truth be told she’d be a little bummed if it’d been broken. Then, of course cursing herself for being that careless with it in the first place, “You sure sure?” She asked once more, eyebrows raising up at the guy, “I can promise it’s nothing but the good stuff.” She said finally, going once, going twice. A bit of a tease, “I won’t go telling your family. No one’s gonna get in trouble.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” The last thing Joe really wanted to do was explain his family history to a stranger, but it was starting to seem like he might be going that way. He wasn’t sure why it was important to her, in fact, he was pretty sure if the positions were swapped, he’d be thrilled she didn’t want any. He furrowed his brows slightly and shook his head again. “That’s not what I mean,” Joe mumbled, “My mom liked them a little too much, let’s just say.” It was the light version of his past, but also the easiest to share or swallow. “I’m just glad I got it back to the right person.”

#ione #tw drugs

earthling555

#muse | joe

bowiegallagher:

she was replying to a few messages on her phone, normally if she were ever to share a taxi with a stranger she was not one to make conversation, Bowie had no problem speaking to anyone but their were certain situations or contexts where she would rather sit in silence. Alcohol was involved tonight which meant that the silence was gone out the window. “man how old do you thing I am” she let out a laugh at the mans comment about the band being before his time “well those people obviously had great taste” that was solely an assumption based upon her own interest in the band. “they’d be one of my favourites anyway” she nodded her head in agreement “what about you?” she was now interested in what the man listened to “who is your favourite if you had to pick one?”

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“i have no idea, to be fair. my older brother is thirteen years older than me and you’d think he was forty years older. he looks like shit,” joe paused for a long second, “ex-brother? ex-foster brother? i don’t know. we’ve never been related for real, and then he ran away, so whatever, but moral of the story is that you never know how old somebody is. i look both twenty-five and fifteen.” joe was fully aware that he was rambling because sometimes he didn’t know how to stop himself. it was an awful trait that he’d love to fix, but couldn’t. when he wasn’t rambling, he was stone cold silent and that wasn’t good either. “i’m not sure, honestly. i have too many favorites on any given day. right now it’s that band from italy that i can’t properly pronounce.”

#bowie

ccharity:

“ oh trust me , the thought crossed my mind more times than i’d care to admit . but i like my boss too much to damage his venue .” cecilia chuckled with a playful smirk . “ maybe if i ever do an outdoor thing with this drama queen , i’ll rope you into some molotov cocktails .” cilia winked . listening to joe intently , brows raised as she nodded . “ oof , well then it sounds like we both definitely need this . a well deserved break , yea ? hey listen , i really don’t mind . i came up with the idea , i offered , i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t mean it , babe .” she responded easily . her offer truly only came from the heart , if nothing else she always enjoyed the chance to treat her friends . a way to pay back them actually putting up with her . “ a sit down place sounds perfect . are you craving anything specific ? or just ducking into the first place we see ?”

“hell yeah if you’re lighting shit on fire, i’m in. i may have grown up most my life in the pacific northwest, but i’m a southern boy at heart. kind of. it’s complicated. i just know southern boys like to light shit on fire.” at least the ones he had met at college did. he’d only spent a short amount of time in mississippi with his uncle and he was very, very young, but joe assumed they were similar there as well. at least from the stories he had heard. “definitely we do, so yeah, let’s go wherever the hell we want that isn’t where we are right now.” mostly because the minute joe stopped moving, the weirder he began to feel. it was because his emotions wanted him to pay attention to them, and he didn’t want to. that was just something he didn’t have the energy for and didn’t care. “just the first place we see. as long as it isn’t chinese food, i’ve had leftovers the past few night.”

#charity

alcssandralopez:

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she was in a rush to get home and change before heading back out that she hadn’t even zippered her duffle all the way and was carrying about a million things as she ran through the streets of new york toward her apartment and when she heard the voice it was the first thing that made her stop looking down to see the small container of white glitter that she had to use to practice looks for a recital had fallen out of the side pocket of her bag and she almost cursed lightly looking at the male holding it out to her, “fuck i’m sorry! thank you you literally saved me from having to run to yet another place to get more of that.” she said now reaching out to grab the container only to realize what it had looked like, “and like i promise that’s just glitter and nothing crazy like-” she paused to shake her head, “thank you.” she settled for now pinching her lips together to stop her from speaking more.

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after some of the things that joe had seen living in new york, and dating a professional athlete, he was hardly phased by the little jar. he was a tad bit shocked that somebody wouldn’t secure their stuff a little better, he’d heard WAGs talk about how expensive stuff was, but he wasn’t one to judge. “you’re all good, i wouldn’t want to lose anything that belonged to me either.” joe tucked his hands back in his pockets and tried to keep his expression neutral despite the relief that flooded him when he was informed it was just glitter. drugs made him nervous though he had never done them, because he’d seen what could happen to people. “it’s fine, i actually feel a lot better knowing that. uh...the other options for what it could be make me...well, nervous? i don’t judge, but i try to stay away from that, just for myself.”

#alessandra #tw drugs

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