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        “ yeah, i’m actually twenty-one i just look. like, super young. ”   jesse shrugs. there was absolutely no prompting for him saying this, he just felt he hadn’t been getting enough attention and a conversation started about him seemed the best way about getting some (whether it was based on fact or not was unimportant).   “ it’s annoying sometimes but at least i’ll still be crazy hot and young looking when i’m like... fifty. ”

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        “ hey, have you bought sanctify by years and years on itunes yet? ”

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        hey gays i’m back

[anadearmac-deactivated20170914]

Dane DeHaan in Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (2017) | dir. Luc Besson

[louist]

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pistollips !

“aw, fuck you! this isnt even– i bet you made that up, and that’s why you won’t let me see your phone. you just want me to have a shitty tattoo. a pimp would get that tattoo. do i look like a pimp?” she doesn’t look like a drug dealer, either, but here she is. “…. if you’ll pay for it, ill get a really tiny version between my tits. and it’ll be a pink leopard. ill sketch it for ‘em. that way, it… fits me more.” can’t pass down something free, apparently.

        “fuck you!  i didn’t make it up. would i, a proud sagittarius, ever lie?”  jesse sniggers and looks back to his phone and continues scrolling.  “also you’re in for, like, a real fucking long wait for that tattoo. i owe a lot of tattoos to a lot of people.”

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>:D <3    i love jesse d’amato

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moongifted !

       “Philip, as in I work at Starbucks.”

       He doesn’t actually respond to anything that’s said until he’s sure the other is completely finished. It’s a lot to take in at once, especially with the extra fog that seemed to be over his brain at the moment. The sound of his voice saying anything could be described as annoying to him, and so it’s not his fault that he doesn’t really want to bother listening. Mostly.

      “So can I take that as you don’t know what’s going on?” No, what was most important to him was just getting himself home and away from whatever this was. He really didn’t want to think about what could have gone on last night.

        “oh.”  the gleam in jesse’s eye disappears and he slouches over, looking dejectedly around the room for something else to say  ----  especially since he seemingly had less of a chance than philip who works at starbucks to know what was going on.  “i mean... no.”  he shrugs and hops off the table to turn around and get a proper look at what he had been seated on before promptly deciding to sit back on it.  “...not really.”

         it wasn’t as though jesse wasn’t accustomed to showing up in strange rooms in mornings after or afternoons after or whatever other time of day... after. it was that he was far too accustomed to the confusion that came with it and the panic that usually would have set in about being able to make his way home after figuring out where the hell he was; he was used to it and he was used to blocking it out and pretending he had trust in what he thought was best the whatever before that got him there in the first place. jesse sighs and looks at the guy.   “is that a problem, philip?”

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lipsread !

@jssdmt· ! sc

“YOU REALLY shouldn’t frown so much, you’ll get wrinkles. and then no one will want to date you. ”

         “i don’t frown enough for that to happen.”  he does, and he very subtly tries to change his facial expression from the frown he had put on this morning to something that looks just a little too contorted to look natural.  “i am the fountain of youth. i’m actually, like, thirty-two anyway so fuck you. i get plenty of guys.”

[kardashianjennergifs]

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pistollips !

“…. really?” no offense to anyone who has that exact tattoo, but, “ew. that don’t sound like me. i’d say the stars have spoken, but rebellin’ against the stars.” just this once. “what’s yours?”

         “mine proves that these are totally accurate. ‘a symbol they created themselves that represents both freedom and the best sex they ever had, on their ankle.’”  jesse lowers his phone.  “just wait till i get my next paycheck and i’ll pay for both of our tattoos.”

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pistollips !

“leo,” she answers almost immediately, already bobbing and weaving to try and sneak a peak at his screen. nosy as always. “why? you got my horoscope up? what’s it say??”

        “don’t look.”  jesse says and tilts his phone screen away since him being the only one able to see it is the only reason he holds any power or interest in the conversation, he couldn’t throw away his leverage like that.  “KAY, so your next tattoo will be a leopard with bright red lips and pronounced eyelashes on your chest. can’t wait to see that masterpiece.”

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starter call even though i’m literally in bed and nowhere near my laptop 🤙🤙

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moongifted !

            Pip does roll his eyes, even though it’s something that he might say himself. Actually, only moments ago had he been thinking about how completely suspicious this situation could be, and it wasn’t an idea that he had moved away from by any means. Maybe he didn’t completely mean to be one, but he was definitely a hypocrite. He would blame on just wanting to get this whole ordeal over with as quickly as he could.

           “Right, whatever. I’m Philip Harper. Now that I’ve given out my name, could I get yours?” He could also give out the information that more people knew him by ‘Pip’ than by Philip, but he really didn’t need anything else that might make him look less intimidating than he could. Being totally hungover and confused was definitely not a good look for him. Hand finally moves from the wall, as he actually feels steady standing where he was. So far, his legs hadn’t failed him. “And do you have any idea what the hell is going on?”

        “phillip?like a banker?”  jesse hums and his legsstop swinging and instead he shakes his foot, too much energy, too littleoptions for an output – especially in a high charged situation like discoveringwho the hell jesse had been sharing a bed (etc etc wink wink?) with that night.  “cool name.”  he nods.  “jesse.”   he then lets out a grin which is, by far, his most used facial expressionin this conversation. something about the whole interaction had him, well,buzzing (the leg shaking can be used as an example for exactly why that wordfits in describing how jesse feels).

         “so do you, like, work in a bank? you totally look like you could. or just some office job. i can picture you in a suit, nine to five, christmas bonuses...”  the grin, if it were possible, actually grows a little more when he says this.  “that’s, like, so hot.  where do you work?”

[emmaduvalrps]

I just want a ship where they’ve been neighbors forever and their windows face each other and they’ve spent their entire life making up flashlight codes and writing notes and building those can and string phones and leaving their windows open in the summer so they can try to talk and get yelled at by their parents to go to sleep but once they get to high school one of them is faced now with drawn blinds and closed windows and watching their once closest person in the world live an entirely new life without them until the summer before senior year when muse a has given up all hope on muse b being in their life again they see a flashlight beam streaming into their bedroom just asking them “u there?”

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monstralized !

              “Am I? I don’t know. Maybe.” I started to turn away from him, my heart ramming against my chest, “Fuck off.”

        “no way.”  jesse grins.  “you’re totally that guy.  demonic, like, whatever and junk  --- that guy. you totally are.”

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@phasmatodear !  continued

        jesse arches an brow.  less of in a he genuinely misunderstood what was being said to him kind of way, more in an is this guy for real? type of thing.  “yeah, i mean. okay. if you’re gonna fuck the bugs, then yeah. that’s all you need -- and a truck load of optimism and willingness to be shitting out spider babies for the next six months.”