Breathe In. Breathe Out.

"We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us at the sea."

[julesbuchanan]

“I thought reading was supposed to be calming.”

[hunterbuttparrish]

[emmaswright]

“Don’t sass me. You’ll regret it when we’re watching something you hate. Also… How do you feel about Disney?”

[julesbuchanan]

“Oh. Threaten me all you want, but you shall never know the movies I hate. Disney is..alright.”

[teagenflyer-blog-blog]

“You know what kind of day it’s gonna be when the first thing you do when you get to work is drop a coffee.”

[julesbuchanan]

“Hey. At least you got your first day over with, right?”

[emmaswright]

“I have to be. What do you think this is my first movie marathon?”

[julesbuchanan]

“Oh pardon me, ma’am. I was mistaken.”

[samuel-harper-blog]

“If you’d like, sure. There are plenty of pieces; the only problem is I don’t know how to market them. Did you want to come by my apartment, or?”

[julesbuchanan]

“You could always put up flyers and stuff. If that’s where you’re keeping them then sure.”

[samuel-harper-blog]

“Looking to purchase some artwork? I’ve got some radical pieces for sale. Think of it as helping your community artists survive. It’s a cruel, cruel world.”

[julesbuchanan]

“Not really, but you know what, show me what you got to offer?”

[teagenflyer-blog-blog]

quiet afternoons / teagen & jules

[teagenflyer-blog-blog]

For a while, Teagen thought his attempts at meeting new people and making new friends - essentially starting over on that front - were hopeless after he finished college and still only had one or two people he talked to daily. But Jules sitting down next to him brought that hope back, that maybe all of his friend options in Elva didn’t just disappear. Because they were still talking, more than just a small talk conversation Teagen had expected when the other man sat down. There were no complaints. Not all. Teagen had plenty to talk about if Jules decided to stay for an extended period of time.

“Very true,” He agreed, nodding his head. Teagen looked over at him, smiling as he listened to the description of the short story. “That’s still awesome,” He admitted. “It doesn’t matter if you plan on publishing or not, that sounds great. And as long as you’re enjoying it, that’s what matters. But it does sound good.” He took a sip of his own drink, smiling over at Jules. “Hazelnut’s actually one of my favorite options, coffee-wise,” He shared, “Though I didn’t go that route today. Just went with plain, old coffee.” He shrugged but nodded his head, “I’ll definitely have to try it. I didn’t even realize you could get hot chocolate hazelnut-flavored. It does sound good.”

[julesbuchanan]

Julian could never truly explain his reasoning behind befriending someone. It was always an instinct, one he never really wanted to get rid of. So far all it had done was bring amazing people in his life and he couldn’t see him stopping the trend. Taking a sip of his drink Jules watched cars pass by, slowly relaxing into the bench a little more.

“I started writing like that.” He mused. “Just writing down thoughts and stuff. I was really fascinated with the way the pen moved across the paper I guess you could say. Then it turned into short stories.” Julian shrugged gently, returning Teagen’s smile. “The idea came to me after I read a thing about coma patients creating their own alternate realities. I thought it would be cool to explore what would happen if they were awake.” He turned a bit, facing him more as he got more animated. His hands rose slightly, signing every word he spoke. As he noticed the movement he brought his hands down, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s a force of habit to sign when I get excited now. But, why’d you get plain coffee? That doesn’t sound too fun.”

[emmaswright]

“Perfect. That’s all you need to bring, other than yourself. I already have a movie line up.”

[julesbuchanan]

“Oh you are prepared. I got it.”

[julesbuchanan]

Text: Jules

Kendall: Who are you talking to? Of course there will be marinara sauce!

Jules: You are an angel in disguise

[julesbuchanan]

Text @ Anyone

Félix: what are cats looking at when they start to stare into the distance?

Jules: i'm not really sure

Jules: world domination probably

[emmaswright]

“Hopefully. I thought you might like that idea. Those words are music to my ears. I expect a bag of skittles please & thank you.”

[julesbuchanan]

“Bag of skittles got it. Gonna remember that.”

[julesbuchanan]

Text: Jules

Kendall: Can I get you at breadsticks as well?

Jules: Yes you can actually as long as there is marinara sauce

[julesbuchanan]

Text: Jules

Kendall: I'm really craving pizza. You wanna come over an go halvzies on one?

Jules: You had me at pizza

[julesbuchanan]

text | teagen & jules

Teagen: they're great companions so i highly recommend

Jules: definitely getting one now and I know what kind

Jules: black labs have stolen my heart since i was little

[julesbuchanan]

Sea Salt || Jules & Gio

[aulmonds-blog]

As Julian wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Giordi felt a pang of sadness in his chest. He didn’t know who it was for– Julian or his brother. Death had never been a black and white subject for Giordi; the problem was he never knew which side was losing when one body left another. The living had to live on after loss but what about the dead? Did they miss the living like the living missed them? Were ghosts capable of longing? If they were, Giordi thought Julian’s hold would be something worth longing for. It was a brother’s embrace. It belonged to a ghost but Giordi welcomed it anyway, shifting his body closer to Julian’s and squeezing his side.

“Yeah, I know, Jules.” Giordi muttered quietly, voice thick and eyes glistening. He was almost surprised by the truth lining words; the sureness of them. Certainty was a rare occurrence in Giordi’s life, it’s appearance always short lived or misplaced, but Giordi was certain of this: Jules would always be there. He and Julian would always be the same, no matter how everything around them changed. “You’re like a lighthouse or something, y’know?” he mused without thinking too much, “Standing out against the rocks, always shining a light into the darkness. Never letting me stray too far from land. I’ve never had a lighthouse before, I’ve never– I’ve never had a brother.” 

[julesbuchanan]

The light squeeze that was returned had Julian smiling gently. It felt familiar and he could feel something inside of him become comforted by the gesture. When he had first met Giordi he had never expected for a friendship like the one they shared to come out of the soft “hello”. He expected him to become a new face he had to remember or just someone else he would pass in the streets, but instead he received someone who would help him grow into the man he became and, god, how he hoped he understood the impact he had made on him. He received someone who he just knew Jake would have adored.

 Julian listened to the words, letting them embed themselves into his mind. The way Giordi spoke and described him made him feel special. The softness with which he spoke the words giving them a new life. With every word he could feel the emotions within him build until one had him struggling to keep himself in check. Brother. Oh how long had it been since he had heard the word spoken so kindly, so sincerely. The arm around Giordi moved, maneuvering so his hands could cover his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. His shoulders shook as he cried quietly, the emotions finally finding the way to escape and surface. “I-I.” He couldn’t even properly finish his sentence before he turned and pulled Giordi close to him, the tears still streaming down his cheeks quickly.

[emmaswright]

“I’ve tried so many things, I think he’s just pissed I’ve moved in, oh well. That’s a good idea, maybe he’ll want to watch them too. Also I just want to hang out & watch movies. By the way, it’s sweatpants attire.” 

[julesbuchanan]

“He’ll get over it eventually. Sweatpants I can do. I’ll bring over some junk food too.”