the disaster artist

miles thaddeus ellis. twenty'9. primordial mc member. perpetual asshole. vegas transplant. new in town.

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DAVID CASTAÑEDA Photographed by Mitchell Nguyen McCormack for DA MAN (2020)

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DELPHINE DUPONT​:

“You’re an idiot.” Del grumbled, throwing a baby carrot at his head from the opposite side of the bench just outside the mini golf course they were just kicked out of. “If you had just kept your mouth shut, I would have gotten that job.” 

“Yeah, well I don’t wanna be stuck in a minimum wage job, washing dishes for the rest of time here either! I am really good at mini golf, you know?” The lobbed baby carrot lands on the bench after bouncing off Miles’s head and he looks down at it, considering for just a moment before picking it up to eat. Also, Miles isn’t good at minigolf; after all, he did just aim a ball at the manager’s head instead of a hole in one, and couple that with him having to fight this blonde woman for this position, has led them both here. On a park bench from the golf course that the man is pretty sure he’s banned from. 

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CATALINA MENDOZA​:

“What the hell are you smoking?”

“Nothing right now! And you can’t prove what I was smoking! Get off my case, mom!” 

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JOHN DALTON​:

“Political reasons, actually. Some dude in the 17th century felt the need to cultivate orange carrots for some other guy William of Orange who had something to do with uh, Dutch independence, I think. All the other colors of carrots were essentially wiped out.” John turns to him, “William of Orange. Did he invent oranges or something? Weird.”

“....Dude what the fuck? That sounded straight outta Wikipedia.” Miles is taken aback with how promptly John had replied back, mostly because Miles was just fucking around with that question. “I thought you were gonna say something like, because of Bugs Bunny or something. But damn, you learn something new everyday, huh....” 

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SETH CARTER​:

“If you end up makin’ toilet wine and manage to fuckin’ survive without turnin’ blind or somethin’ then maybe I’ll consider givin’ you anythin’,” Seth replies. While annoying was one word to describe Miles, extremely close to death at any given point was another. Ever since Miles showed up in town, following behind Reina Thane, he’s been nothing but a pain in Seth’s fucking ass. “I ain’t payin’ you and givin’ you a discount unless you’re really workin’. And no, you ain’t strippin’. If you wanna dishwash, be my fuckin’ guest but I ain’t payin’ you much since that’s what you’re worth.”

Miles raises an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge I hear? So, here’s what I’m thinking; I make great toilet wine and you give me free drinks at the Dive till I die? Because let’s be clear, I’m in it to win.” The man isn’t sure on how to go about this endeavour though, but he shrugs off that concern. How hard could wine be to make? “....you think I’d make a good stripper, Carter? Or is this you tryin’ to get in my pants? ‘Cause I dunno what to tell ya, but I’m pretty flexible. Never been another dude’s secret, but that’s what first times are for, right?” He has to stuff that smirk that’s going to end up in a chortle, and he clears his throat. “How much are we talkin’? ‘Cause I gotta make rent, man. I’ll wash your dishes. I’m in.” 

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KALI HARMON​:

“Cheers, bud.” She offered a short laugh and went to get him his beer. Kali poured the beer and returned it to Miles. She lingered for a moment for his payment and brought it back over to the cash register to close out the sale. The question she’d asked hung in the air while she made a drink for a different customer. An eyebrow raised when he made attempts at guessing her name. “Really? Hammond? Jessy?” She scoffed at the poor attempts and was mildly offended, she aimed to make herself memorable with anyone and the fact that he didn’t slightly bothered her. “Kali, I met you at least a dozen times, Miles.” She pointed out. Reina’s other children didn’t have a problem remembering who she was, probably why she showered them with gifts. At this point she’s not keen to offer Miles a drink on the house if he can’t even get her name right. “Needed a hand, huh? Think she just wants to keep you close do you don’t go gettin’ yourself into trouble in Sin City.” She teased but she was sure Reina had called him there because of Jason and her removal of his existence. “Well, welcome to Olympus, I guess.”

Miles shrugs, a smirk on his face as he’s toying with the beer he’s been served. “Hey, you look like a Jessy. But Kali also suits you. And I totally did remember your name! I was just testin’ your memory!” He chuckles now, nodding as she ribs into him some more. “I guess I deserved that one. Look, I see mom’s friend and I’m like well, I don’t need to know who that is. But it’s nice to be reintroduced, Kali. Like Calico!” He is finally drinking the beer, not really sure if he likes or hates the taste of it. “Look, here’s my deal. I get into trouble literally anywhere. I’m like one of those stray dogs, never stayin’ out of trouble. And between you and me, do you really think Reina would care much about me getting in trouble?” 

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ROWAN THANE​:

Rowan listens to Miles rattle off a solution with a titled head and a raised eyebrow, unable to hide the fact that she’s clearly amused by all this. “You’re very sassy today.” She points out with a huff of her own. Though this is the usual for the two of them — their own flare for dramatics often acting up in each other’s presence and the banter between them seemingly never ending. “I think I’ll take the orange,” she hums in contradiction to what he had said, simply to get a rise out of him. But in the end she puts both pumpkins in the wagon. “Yet,” she echos back to him with a curious tone. “You got your eye on someone, then?”

Miles scoffs, “I’m always sassy, especially when people ask me to do chores. Like, ask me to do something dangerous and I’m your guy. Loading groceries in your car? Count me out.” He shakes his head when he sees Ro lift both pumpkins, muttering under his breath about opinions and what not. “Wow, look at you go Ro. At this rate, you might end up buying out half the patch. Leave some for the other folks, won’t ya?” He shakes his head, “I mean, it’s this girl at No Names, cute receptionist I think? She calls me honey without a trace of irony, and her...how do I phrase it politely? Her knockers look pretty good, so...” 

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Just stay where you are If that’s what you want

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ft. @izzyrojas

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BECKY MORRISON​:

“You definitely can’t say no,” Becky confirmed with him and she was already happy with the dry smile that she was given by Miles. It was far from a real smile but she at least already had this from him. It wasn’t going to stop her from wanting more tho. The young woman shook her head shortly when he pointed out that his wounds were soothed. “Can I wrap the soothing feeling package up with getting you some coffee as well while I’m at it?”

“Bex, my man, I’m a gentleman. Hell yeah, I’m going to take some coffee along with my salve for broken feelings. I’d be a dumbass to turn down coffee! Besides, these soothed wounds may reopen if I’m left alone with my thoughts for one more second, so...”

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AARON STONE

Everybody knew everybody in Olympus. Whether they knew each other personally or in passing, it’s usually how the story went, so whenever there was a new face walking about, it always added something different. Time only told which way that leaned. The town didn’t have the best track record of attracting the most well intentioned people, but they were good for business when they stepped foot into No Names with Miles being the latest example. He’s seen the guy around a few times now. It was common to see new members use the bags to get a feel for the environment and the people, but already, he’d seen Miles spar it out. The other jumped right into it, and it made for an interesting watch.

Aaron was handling a phone call at the front desk after checking in with his staff when the receptionist offered Miles a sheet of paper asking for his information to sign up for the gym’s monthly newsletters. They usually sent them out by email, but there was also the option to have them mailed out.  The news mostly consisted of the scheduled boxing matches, who was going against who, what time it was going to take place, and details about the big event every third Saturday among other topics. It was customary, so the Stone didn’t pay much attention to the exchange until he hung up. Then and only then did he welcome the other, “Miles, here for more and ready to put someone through the wringer I see,” he smirked and glanced over at the receptionist when he noticed she had been looking over the paper Miles had written down his information on a little longer than usual. He quickly skimmed the page to find that the name of his street was hard to make-out clearly, so Aaron asked, looking back up at him. “What’s your street name?”

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Punching it out was so much better than talking things through. At least till Miles found someone to actually talk to, because he has a hard time trusting and opening up to anyone. At least on a boxing ring, the only talking was goading and that was totally in Miles’s wheelhouse. He’s worked up a sweat at No Names, and he likes the vibe of this place. It’s got his favourite movie reference, the style is pretty lowkey and he really cannot complain about this. 

He’s filling out his details, sweaty hands already smudging most of the details. That, and also Miles’s chicken scratch is pretty indecipherable on a good day, and right now? It was a sodding mess by the time he was done. The man winks at the receptionist as he’s handing over his form, and he chuckles.  “What can I say, I’m a sucker for pain.” Lingering by the table, he looks up as Aaron asks about his street name, and he’s assuming he means the other thing and so he says, “Oh, it’s lil Milo. I dunno if it’s caught up here, but anything you need, I know a chica who knows a guy. Just ask for lil Milo and they’ll show you over.” 

[nikosasakis]

pure of heart, dumb of ass

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panic! at the disco / golden days

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"I often question a carrot’s motives. Like, why are you orange?”

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MALCOLM WILLIAMS​:

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. Even if I feel like you’re callin’ me a little basic,” Though in a way, he was. “How could anyone ever hate you? You seem like an outstanding guy to me.” Hate was such a strong word, he couldn’t really hate anyone honestly. “Buzz Lightyear. You know, the space hero. Emperor Zurg is his enemy. He always uses that catch phrase. He’s best friends with Woody.” He kept going on, hoping that it would ring a bell. “Toy Story, dude. There’s like four movies.” 

“Nothing wrong with being basic. What with everyone tryin’ to be extraordinary, I think it’s kind of neat to just be average. It’s a step up from just being, so....” Miles is momentarily embarrassed for being deep for a second there, his nihilism seeping into average conversation. “Aww shucks man, you’re too kind. Hey, if you’re actually wonderin’, we could make this a regular thing. Y’know, drinks after work and shit?” He shakes his head as the other guy keeps going on about Woody and Buzz whatever his name is. “You lost me after Emperor Zuko sorry.”

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HARLOW MIKAELS​:

The brunette peered over at the couple and then down at the man who had an iphone that could break someone’s skull. “How old is that thing?” she asked, getting distracted slightly as she leaned over closer to peer at the game that he was playing. Tetris. God, she hadn’t played that in years. As her gaze returned on the couple, she could only roll her eyes when he said that he worked honest now. “How about you’re my look out?” she said with a smirk. While she wasn’t entirely serious, she also was considering it slightly. “If someone comes and asks what you’re doing, you can leave me hanging.” She wiggled her brows. “Or is that too harsh in your opinion? He’s obviously cheating.”

Miles looks up at her again when she asks about his phone, “I’ll give you five bucks if you guess correctly.” He wiggles his eyebrows before going back to the game. If this woman was going to stick around, Miles really had no choice but to play polite. When his tower finally reached the top, he kept it down and raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening....” And in fact he was, because something sounded devious and he was not nothing if not into that kind of shenanigans. “Uhh....okay? But I come here to avoid people, so I hope no one is actually looking for me. Who’s obviously cheating? What are you even talking about, woman?” 

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CAINE THOMPSON​:

A lot of Miles’ mind is lost on Caine. Caine considers himself a smart man but sometimes whatever Miles is going on about, he just cannot keep up. First, they’re talking about some girl that he apparently wants to take out on a date but he can’t do it himself and then, out of nowhere, we’re throwing in bits about the Disney films and some movie Caine’s fairly certain went down on the list for worst movies. No matter what, he’d be surprised if Miles wouldn’t manage to confuse his date via text, so maybe he does need help. “When’s the last time you were on a date?” he asks, trying to recall Miles dating anyone, in the first place. “And don’t take first dates to the movies. You’re supposed to talk to them on the first date not scare them off with the shittiest movie of all time,” he reminds him. Caine wasn’t much for dating, admittedly, at least not lately. Following his time with Reina he’d slept with a few people and went on a single date— which ended in him ghosting her, never to be heard from again. “Well, at least we know it’s lost up there. What do you want to invite her to, if we don’t go movies? Maybe to dinner? For a ride on your bike?”

Miles’s mind runs at hyperspeed, or so his therapist says. He’s inconsistent with his medication at the best of times, and this new transition has made things even more unbalanced for him. But what may seem like chaos to somebody else, is Miles’s most safest and cleanest space he can make. “I’ve...never been on a date.” There was a time though, when Miles was eighteen and head over heels for a civilian girl. And then AJ was born, he finally became a member and that love fizzled out in the face of responsibility; but that sob story really isn’t Caine’s business, so he shakes his head and shrugs. “Dates aren’t my strongest suit, but the girls here are just so darn sweet!” He grins, trying to mimick (or in his case, mock) the Southern charm that seems to overflow here. “Ugh, fine I’ll talk to her! I’ll use those big words like, casual and photosynthesis or whatever. But you, my man, really need to get out there more often. Like, you have seen the ladies here right?” He pouts, trying to think if he’s really ready to go on a date with anyone these days. “Okay first of all, the bike is a privilege one must earn, so no, she’s going to be walking around town with me. Dinner sounds expensive, unless you can sweettalk Reina into giving me a free meal at Calliope. More ideas, please. And good ones, thank you very much.”