love is what i got;

kirk tiberius james; "you know what? fuck beauty contests. life is one fucking beauty contest after another. school, then college, then work... fuck that. you do what you love, and fuck the rest." ( +biography ) index. ask. past.

[sirgawin]

I’ve realised that at the top of the mountain, there’s another mountain.

[mandacjs]

      Ah. This was a bad idea. Of course, the girl was often filled with bad ideas she didn’t entirely think through. It was in her DNA, something Kirk was surely used to by now. Looking down at her bare foot, she wiggled her toes hopelessly. A long sigh slipped her lips and she threw a glare his way.

      “Oh, c’mon. Give it back,” she protested, knowing good and well he wouldn’t budge.

      Defeated. She shook her head and slid off her remaining shoe – might as well hit him if she had to go up there, right? Tossing the shoe good and hard, she snickered when it made a loud slapping noise against his arm.

      “You’re going to get us fired.”

      But, she knew that wasn’t entirely true. Everyone at The Cove seemed friendly enough. She just liked to give him a hard time- especially for making her climb up to the roof ungraceful as ever. Letting out a huff, she got herself up with the help of the dumpster below.

      “Okay, hand it over shoe thief.”

[ktjames-blog1]

You’re going to get us fired. 

To some people, that sentence would have been something dreaded to hear, but to Kirk, he knew it was unlikely. All he could think was, yeah, right. The Cove was like his second home-- maybe it wasn’t the exact career he had thought for himself at this point of his life, but that didn’t mean he still loved it. Plus, God knows he’d take the blame even if they did get in trouble for lounging out on the rooftop anyway. 

He makes an effort to dodge the other flip flop, holding both shoes captive until Chey climbs her way up to the roof with him. 

“Wait... you’re saying.... I’m a shoe thief when you’re the one trying to murder me? I-- you know, Chey, I’m not really, uh, good at math at all, but that doesn’t add up to me.”

[mandacjs]

      The Cove, luckily, happened to be a bike ride away from Chey’s apartment. Her job in the neighboring city – not so much. So, it’s safe to assume she prefers the days she spends lingering at The Cove or riding waves with tourists and beginners looking for a lesson or two. Although her homecoming was something she was not particularly proud of, it was nice being surrounded by familiar faces. And the face that she was all too familiar with happened to be stuffed between a sketch book, sitting on top of the roof like he was some damn animal. Chey parked her bike against the shop and looked up at him while squinting her eyes to block out the sun. A beat of silence goes by and he’s still oblivious of her presence. Reaching down, she slid her flip flop off and threw it at him with a chuckle. “Hey, ground control to major tom!”

[ktjames-blog1]

In the midst of drawing a final scene for the end of one of his chapters, he feels a violent projectile thrown at him, hitting him just past his shoulder. It lands behind him, and he looks to see what it is-- it’s a fucking flip flop. He furrows his brows and reaches for it, looking down beneath the rooftop to see who it had belonged to. Lo and behold, it’s none other than Chey Johnson’s flip flop. And so early in the day, too. Kirk couldn’t decide whether he was slightly annoyed that he had been tugged away from his dreamland or surprised to see her awake before noon, so he chooses to feel both. 

“Ya know, you need this flip flop,” he says, a tone of mischief lacing his voice. “And... I have it up here. And... you’re down there.” He lifts the flip flop up. “Come up here, apologize, and maybe you’ll get your flip flop back.”

[calliopediaz-blog]

“Doll, the aliens are the ones picking you up.” Calliope was amused by the idea that they were able to snatch the creatures from the skies, bringing them to reside in good ol’ Eastcliff. “Oh really? What are you drawing?” They would have picked up the paper to see for themselves, but at a tiny five foot two, there was no chance that they would be able to clamber up there and grab the notepad. “Don’t you think you should come down from there? Y’know, before you fall and stuff?”

[ktjames-blog1]

“Right, right,” he stammers, shaking his head-- though it’s mostly at himself. Sometimes, he says things without thinking, and these days... well, he’s better off being quiet anyway. He looks down at them again, lifting his brows. It’s not every day someone’s interested in the dumb comics he draws (people’s words, not his), so when they asked, he clears his throat and nods. “Okay, be down there soon.” 

A little less than two minutes later, he’s down on the ground again, having taken the back way of the shop to get off of the roof. He smiles meekly at them before handing over his sketchbook somewhat reluctantly. “It’s just, uh... nothin’ special.”

[peterparkerdaily]

[calliopediaz-blog]

“Buddy, the aliens aren’t going to beam you up, no matter how close you get to them.” A lanky figure was visible before the rest of the store was; a shadow with no distinct features, though a pensive demeanour about them. Calliope had to crack a joke; they weren’t sure whether the figure planned to plummet down to the ground or linger up there. “You have to ‘summon’ them or something, y’know. I’m sure there’s like a whole ritual for it. I can guarantee they won’t be picking you up from outside of a surf-shop though.” 

[ktjames-blog1]

A voice catches his attention and rips him apart from the small time fantasy he had made for himself through his doodles. He looks for it, then remembers he’s about one level up from everyone else down in the sand-- so then his gaze falls lower, and he sees them. “Aliens?” he echoes, furrowing his brows. “I’m-- I’m not really interested in pickin’ up aliens, I’m... just here drawing.” 

[micahdurand-blog]

Micah wasn’t a stranger to interesting sights – but she hadn’t gotten out much as of late to see them. She slowed to a stop for a second, debating on whether or not to engage in conversation. Was it worth it? “Do you think better up there, or is it just for the cool artist aesthetic?” She called, crossing her arms over her chest.

[ktjames-blog1]

Cool artist aesthetic? Whatever that was, Kirk sure as hell didn’t know what it was about, nor did he think that he had it. He looks down at her with a little bit of a confused expression, giving her a shrug after a beat of silence. “I’m just... doodlin’, you know,” he says with a chuckle, kicking his foot some as it continued to hang from the edge of the rooftop.

[ktjames-blog1]

This morning in Eastcliff, there’s a very interesting sight to see in the form of a twenty-five year old slacker who’s... well, you guessed it-- slacking on the job. Foot dangling haphazardly from the side of the shop, Kirk sits quietly on the rooftop with a sharpie in his hand and a sketchbook in the other. It’s a peaceful morning in Eastcliff for the first time in a very long time for the man, but he knows that with his luck (ha!) that’ll change soon. Hell, it’s only a matter of time before his boss throws a flip flop at him for him to get down there, but... For now, though, he figures that he’ll enjoy the time he has by working on his comic, as per usual. 

[eastcliffroleplay]

KIRK TIBERIUS JAMES “WELL, LIFE IS SHORT, SO LOVE THE ONE YOU GOT.”

Age: Twenty-five Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/his Occupation: Cashier at The Cove Neighborhood: Greenwood Time in Eastcliff : Born and raised FC: Andrew Garfield Theme Song: Pork and Beans by Weezer

BIOGRAPHY  

Since he was born, Kirk Tiberius James was at the very bottom of the food chain. After being found nameless at the front door of a local Eastcliff orphanage, it had only taken him a couple of months to be scooped up by a loving set of excited fathers. Fortunately, Kirk had been too young to remember that he had spent a couple of months in an orphanage before getting adopted, but that still didn’t stop him from questioning his biological parents. He was told that he was adopted from a very young age, since his fathers were very forward-thinking and wanted to be honest with him. While they thought that telling Kirk the truth from the very start would help him out, it unfortunately made him feel a little bit frustrated and unwanted, as most kids do when they find out they’re adopted.

As a child, Kirk developed ADHD, and he often ricocheted back and forth between being too quiet and being too energetic. Regardless, his parents loved him unconditionally and he found a way to balance his personality throughout middle school, wherein he was finally growing more and more accepting of himself. It was always difficult for him to understand why he was the way that he was (being diagnosed with ADHD), but as he grew older, he learned that there was nothing he could do to change that part of him. Without the support of his parents, he wouldn’t have gotten to the place he is now.

With two gay fathers, Kirk faced a lot of ridicule in high school, but it was nothing that he couldn’t ignore. Naturally, he was perceived as an outcast and a loser– which he knew was sort of true. He had a good amount of friends though, enough to keep him at bay, and being bullied in high school never held him back from having a good time. That’s what Kirk has always been about: having a good time.

After living in Eastcliff for so long, Kirk decided to stay local for college, mostly because he couldn’t afford going out of state. He pursued a major in digital illustration, which brought out the kid in him in the best way, and allowed him to go after what he loved the most: comic books. As a child, he escaped in comic books and the fantastic stories of superheroes and villains alike, and he spent the majority of his time drawing. Once he saw that the option of majoring in digital illustration was possible for him, Kirk took the risk, even though he was told that it wasn’t a practical career choice.

Long story short, Kirk has lived in Eastcliff for the majority of his life. After graduating college, he stayed in Eastcliff and got an apartment in Greenwood. He took a job at the Cove as a cashier just to raise some money, eventually wanting to move out to California where the art scene is. He’s currently making connections in the art world and building up the connections he already has in order to pursue a career in comic books in San Diego. His biggest dream is to widely publish one of his comic books for the very first time, but with the seemingly stagnant way his life is going, his biggest dream might stay just that– a dream.

PERSONALITY

At first glance, Kirk is gawky and awkward. Chances are, a second glance or a third glance will help you think just the same. He has a stutter, and is often stammering in his sentences because he can’t stand silences for too long. His number one obsession (outside of comic books) is with food, and you’ll often catch him eating, wanting to eat, or making something to eat. Although Kirk does have his moments of pure awkwardness, most people regard it as part of his boyish charm. Truth is, he’ll always be shy, but you can always count on him to be the first one to want to go on an adventure.

Every now and then, nervousness does get the best of him, and he often faces issues of anxiety. He has never really talked about it much, but he has a great fear of failure, and sometimes he goes out on self-fulfilling prophecies just to convince himself that he’s bound to fail. He’s hoping to break out of that habit soon.

Kirk James is played by ADMIN ANA (18, SHE/HER, CST)

[loganlemans]

[ktjames-blog1]

loganlemans:

Spider-Man has always been a symbol of goodness and doing the right thing and looking after your fellow man.

[andrewgarfield-daily]

[ktjames-blog1]

andrewgarfielddaily:

the amazing Andrew Garfield and his interviews

[mancandykings]

[ktjames-blog1]

mancandykings:

“My priority is the work, and the work is dependent on people not knowing very much about me. So where’s the balance? Where’s the line that I have to walk, and we all have to walk? Because I do want to make a difference in the world, I really do, and that’s a really cheesy thing to want.” – Andrew Garfield