✼ astrophile ☽

*sees moon* *remembers outer space* n i c e

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- ̗̀ milo’s moods 001 ̖́- OVERALL

            ➥  my interests include love, love, love and love !!

[crapuccinos]

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( eric ).

Eric was in a rush, mostly to get to the dining hall before the chik-fil-a line got too long. There were days that consisted of him having to bite the bullet and get Subway. Nothing was wrong with Subway, but it was something that college students all over were tired of because it was often the second daughter to the food family.

Without realizing it, Eric’s backpack flap at the top was opened, and a joking jump off the step of his class building made everything fall behind him. At this point, rather than get angry he just stood there, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’m going to have to get fucking Subway again.” He said allowed, not realizing someone was behind him watching the entire thing.

it didn’t take long before milo lent a helping hand, bending down to pick up the belongings as quickly as he could since it seemed like the man was in a bit of a rush. he hated to admit that he was quite talented at collecting things as it came from experience -- numerous incidents of dropping things due to his lack of elegance. most dancers carried a sense of poise to their step but milo wasn’t one of the many. “hopefully i got these fast enough for you where you don’t have to get subway. who even willingly gets subway anymore? i mean, their tuna isn’t even THAT great. their pita bread is pretty good though, i have to admit. but i mean you can’t really go wrong with pita bread, like i don’t think i’ve ever had a bad pita bread before. --- sorry am i holding you up? darn what was the purpose of me trying to help you if i’m holding you up? okay, shut up milo.”

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scphie-williams:

SOPHIE: your girl is feeling homesick for SA rn

SOPHIE: come over for cuddles and wine?

SOPHIE: today seems like the perfect rainy day to day drink and binge.

MILO: ya boy is on his way to the rescue

MILO: you know i can’t handle wine soph, but i’m already on the way to go get ‘ya favorite wine

MILO: do you want me to grab pizza while i’m at it

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imessage ↝ antoni & OPEN

toni: 100% asking for a friend

toni: but what would u do if you accidentally superglued your hand to a fridge????

milo: ... i mean like i once superglued my hand to a selfie stick

milo: it wasn't on accident though i just didn't feel like holding it and it seemed like a really good idea at the time

milo: in any case i put vegemite all over my hands and then flailed around like the blow up things outside car dealerships but you americans don't have vegemite so

milO: margarine maybe? i got margarine. do you need margarine?

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Text // All

Lia: My karma must be killing it right now because I just got an extra box of pizza for free

Lia: if you want any meet me on the green

Milo: who said karma is a bitch?? THEY'RE A LIAR

Milo: i'm on the way. look for the guy on the unicycle. that's me

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( jairus ).

every two or three months, his parents call. it’s something that is always expected, but still dreaded either way. at this point, there’s nothing tying him to his parents — jairus had been financially stable since he was sixteen, and he kept pretty much no contact aside the one absolutely necessary since he turned eighteen and fled towards bigger things. still, they insisted on calling. it left a mess of the guy, emotionally at least. with trembling fingers, he lifts a cup to his lips, mind fading but doing his best to focus on the conversation. the moment the liquid hits his tongue, he freezes, eyebrows scrunching. ‘ this tastes odd. ’

whether it was due to knowing his companion for a certain amount of years now, or whether it came from his PARTICULAR interest in the man, milo had a vice for picking up on jairus’ mannerisms. though he couldn’t quite place the exact cause of trembling fingers, he assumed it most likely had to do with his family. regardless, he wasn’t keen on prying any further unless given permission. --- though milo doesn’t necessarily have a set definition of what constituted over-stepping one own’s boundaries. he was curious in nature to say the least. it was jairus’ remark that got him out of his redundant thinking process of what established personal space. 

eyes flickered back and forth from the cup in his hand to the one jairus had just drunk from. “OH--- that’s probably mine,” he began a wave of realization hitting his face as he swapped the two drinks. “i was feeling kind of EXPERIMENTAL today so I got a flat white with three shots of peppermint, two shots of caramel, one shot of chai, two shots of toffee nut, and a shot of raspberry. with SOY milk of course, because i’m lactose intolerant – though that doesn’t stop me from eating ice-cream. the best ones are never lactose-free, you know? --- in any case, does it really taste that weird? it can’t be THAT bad, you’re just used to boring drinks. i mean, it sounds good in name – the MILO RAZZLE DAZZLE SPECIAL. i spent all night brainstorming that one and i’m pretty darn proud of it. C H E E R S mate,” he lifted the cup in the air before taking a sip, and he didn’t do a grand job of keeping his face from contorting. “ wow – that’s definitely.. special all right.”

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( caroline ).

“yes, dad. yeah, i’m just finishing up with unpacking everything. i just need to put a few things up and i should be good to go,” caroline spoke into the phone, laughing at the questioning from her father on the other end of the call. “okay, i’ll talk to you later. give everyone a hug from me back home, yeah? love you too.” she pulled the phone from her ear, tapping a button on the screen, before placing the phone on her newly made bed. letting out a soft hum, she took a step out into the doorway of her room, quietly watching the chaos of move in day. as she let her eyes wanter around the hallway, she grinned at the sight of a familar face down the hall. “hey there, stranger!” she called out to them. “how’ve you been?”

he couldn’t help but exclaim in delight at seeing the familiar blonde, arms outstretched to welcome his friend to a tight squeeze. “you know -- just the usual. summoning D E M O N S in my bedroom, tipping COWS in hopes the aliens notice me, getting into fights with my pet iguana. i luckily didn’t have to wrestle an alligator this time. but listen -- i did, most definitely, see a UFO in australia. like no joke, caro, it was THERE. like look at this,” milo took out his phone to show a very blurry image of what seemed to resemble airplane lights. “i know -- i know it looks like its just an airplane. but trust me when i say it wasn’t. ALIENS. boom bada boom.” he stood akimbo for a moment, clearly proud of his recent finding until gazing eyes fell upon him. he cleared his throat, “but enough about me and MY boring vacation. how was yours? have you slept? eaten? you’re still doing okay with your boy right? i mean, listen. i may have ordered food delivery from eight different restaurants and a boy isn’t going to finish them by himself. so i declare an urgent meeting. if i had a trumpet i’d play one of those important trumpet noises right now. but instead you get a kazoo.” and yes, he did take out a kazoo and play a small tune.

[g0ldenruless]

send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

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- ̗̀ milo’s social 001 ̖́- INSTAGRAM

ft. @altcrnatives​, @organicmami, @noahwearne, @cindywoodrow

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

- full name: milo byrnes - eye color: brown - hair style/color: unkempt + brown (though sometimes blonde if he impulsively dyes it) - height: 6′ 0 - clothing style: vintage clothing + weird combinations - best physical feature: smile

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

- your fears: republicans, thunder, fear of being disliked, claustrophobia, losing ability to dance - your guilty pleasure: eating ben and jerry's new york super fudge chunk while binge watching disney movies - ambitions for the future: find a new space entity to name after his younger sister + finding aliens

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

- your first thought waking up: “what breakfast food am i making for all my friends today??” - what you think about most: his friends!! and also conspiracies, extraterrestrial beings, ghosts (and if he has a poltergeist stuck to him), road work ahead?? - what you think about before bed: “but what if we are all just sims characters, living in a simulation?? and our memories aren’t even REAL?”  - you think your best quality is: his ability to go off on tangent.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

- single or group dates - to be loved or respected - beauty or brains - dogs or cats: BOTH, there is no superior

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

- lie: if it means not hurting someone’s feelings!! - believe in yourself: sometimes!! - believe in love: yes!! i mean men break his heart every other week but like he stans love - want someone: .... maybe.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

- been on stage: yep, dance recitals. - done drugs: never, nope (someone destroy him) - changed who you were to fit in: used to, but not anymore.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

- favorite color: mustard yellow  - favorite animal: deer - favorite movie: the princess bride - favorite game: overwatch

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- day your next birthday will be: friday, april 5 - how old will you be: his body will be twenty-four but his brain will be ten - age you lost your virginity: twenty-one - does age matter: nope!

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

- best personality: someone who just cares about people and also will let him talk for hours about conspiracies  - best eye color: all eye colors! - best hair color: all hair colors! - best thing to do with a partner: stargazing and talking about aliens

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

- I love winter nights and stargazing on new moon days. - I miss my sister. - I wish people would realize that they’re all deserving of 5 star ratings & love and affection. 

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okay clocking into work bbs!! i’mma try to still get replies done but just.. give me a sec im ugly

(i actually got some replies out?? uhm gold star in comic sans to me)

in any case, if any of you want to like just talk or talk about our plots and scream and send memes, hmu @  bees!!#3110 on discord so i can stop spamming this tag (who am i kidding im still gonna spam it) 

yall ok love u

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journal, waves

JOURNAL: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not?

heck yes i would!! i feel like hair can be very representative of your personality so i would probably dye it like – rainbow colored. i definitely do not define myself by my sexuality but also my middle name is gay, so. who’s the winner now? but also ROY G BIV is a colorful man.

i also definitely feel like @cindywoodrow would yell at me if i did dye it rainbow though? but maybe if i use my fantastic convincing skills, she might change her mind. but hey if anyone wants to dye my hair, come find me in apollo!!

WAVES: is there one music genre you can’t listen to?

that’s… hard? i feel like it would definitely be some indie genre, you know? i listen to a lot of that. this is totally off-topic but have you all heard mason ramsey’s new song? that’s a bop. i’m not a big fan of country but i can appreciate good music when i hear it. he’s so talented? give that boy an AWARD.

ask meme’s: happy ask list for when you’re sad:

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( vince ).

another year of trying to pretend to have a smile for all these people. he will probably hear more comments along the line ‘oh vince, you’re so proper for someone like you.’ he knows that it was supposed to be a compliment but in a way he knew what they really meant and half the time he wanted to punch everyone in the face but generally, he couldn’t do that because he already has average ratings and he can’t risk them getting any lower. seeing someone struggle to get something into one of the dorm rooms, he hopped out of the golf cart that he was going to take back to the shop but he had that awkward amount of time on his hands before work ended that he didn’t know what to and this seemed like this would be a short spot. “you need help?” he offered to hold the door open for the other.

moving was always a hassle for the man as he almost always came back with twice the amount of things he left with. it didn’t help that his family was international but when you have two mothers who dot on you like they dot their ‘i’s’ then coming back with the right amount of things was never truly an option. he managed to get most of his belongings into his room, though he had gotten stuck on the door trying to fit a large box titled ‘MILO’S PARANORMAL BOX’ which sounds rather cryptic now that he thought about it. in all honesty, milo was stuck in the door for almost ten minutes now, using his flexibility to try and find innovative ways to keep the door open as he slid this cursed box through. from using one of his legs to balance the box and the other to keep the door open to almost doing a split in hopes he could fit the box through with his hands -- it was a free acrobatic show to say the least. when a voice spoke up and offered a helping hand, a sigh of relief escaped his chest. “thank y- oh my god VINCE!” his voice rang in the hall as he dropped the box to give vince the strongest hug he could, spinning around with zeal. “did you get taller? i feel like you got taller. or did i get shorter? a MYSTERY indeed. wow, you look so good. i feel like we haven’t seen each other in a couple of months. -- oh wait we haven’t. that would make sense. i have been nothing without my man, vince. i’m wilting, like a baby flower.” when milo finally managed to collect himself, he starred at the box toppled over. “uh. well, as long as the cursed ancient artifact didn’t open up, everything should be FINE.”

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iMESSAGE 📱 my goals af (cindy) 🏳️‍🌈

CINDY: milo, i have been thinking this summer and i have come to a conclusion. ever since we've met there is something i've wanted to tell you.

CINDY: you have no sense of style and i need to educate you. i feel like we need to sit down, look at styles, figure out yours and update your wardrobe. it doesn't even have to be espensive. y(ou may not know, but i do have a few non-brand things in my closet myself. don't tell though.

CINDY: so, my fellow queer, what do you say?

MILO: uhm cindy??? did you like accidentally text me? because the milo you know is A STYLE ICON. a skinny legend. like my rainbow sequin shirt? or my unicorn shirt? mariah carey could NEVER. i'm making men fall at my feet which my french TUCK.

MILO: ..... okay maybe you're right. but like -- can we at least keep the sequin shirt?? like i was gonna wear that for pride day

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I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea

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Anonymously message me what vibes I give off and why you think that

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( dylan ).

     "if i have to hear one more poem that’s trying to convince everyone how jaded they are, i’ll scream. i’ll literally scream, right here,” she threatened, eyes falling onto the person who was currently on stage, reading a poem for the open mic night the cafe was having. she preferred the downcafe because there was a lot less studying going on, but she hated the pretentious bullshit. on the other hand, they let her and her band play pretty regularly, so she spent a fair amount of her spare time hanging around the place. “i dare you to go up there and recite a poem - make one up, right on the spot,” she said, turning to the person next to her.

the only time milo ever came to the area was if dylan had asked him or she was performing -- the shots he got of her when she was performing were impeccable and some of his favorites at that. in any case though, perhaps it was milo’s sense of optimism -- or just mere IDIOCY -- that he snapped after ever poem, thoughtful nods and wrinkles between his brows ensuing after. “i think they were pretty GRAND,” his australian accent bled through his words, “i mean that one poem with the guy comparing his love life to that of a dung beetle? BRILLIANT. MWAH, a work of art. i mean like there’s just so much symbolism in that you know? like love... is like a dung. ---” it did not take long before his failure of keeping a phlegmatic face broke off into laughter. milo nudged her arm, tears welling up in his eyes, “i’m just kidding, dyl.” when his friend suggested that he performed on stage, he straightened his back. “BET, dyl pickle. prepare to have your heart TOUCHED with my powerful words. i am the modern day shakespeare. people just don’t know it yet.” he jumped out of his seat to get up on stage, hands wrapping against the cold metal of the microphone. he cleared his throat, “do YOU know the muffin man? the one who lives on drury lane? well SHE’s married to the muffin man. THE muffin man. THEEEEE muffin man. YES, THAT MUFFIN MAN. alas -- she is married to the muffin man. thank you.”