hollywood handsome

morris sforza, 24. ( heard his voice in surround sound. listen to the honey drips. he is so damn hollywood handsome. not so smart, not so clever; nobody wants him for his mind –– god's gift to womenkind. ) var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5577367"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3312050"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

[ofmorris-blog]

poppy.

   the slightly obnoxious comment enticed poppy to look up, but she grinned at the gentleman standing over her. “families take everything we have anyway, might as well spare some change for a stranger” she said, with confidence as she swung her guitar behind her back. “you can take back your congratulations, this song was not about gonorrhoea. it’s just much harder to rhyme something that makes sense with the word applause” poppy explained, crossing her arms over her chest and giving the man a quick glance over, shining a flirtatious smile.

“oh, my family doesn’t take away everything i have,” he answered earnestly. “i like to take their belongings sometimes, as a big brother." following a brief moment of contemplation, he suggested, “what about santa claus? like... thanks for the applause, you’re cool with santa claus. because they’re going on his nice list.” his lyrics wouldn’t inspire much confidence in his intellect, like whether he even knew santa claus wasn’t real or not. he did, however, have a lovely voice. noticing her flirtatious smile, he attempted to purposely brush her fingers as he handed her the donation, wearing a knowing expression that indicated he didn’t mind at all.

[ofmorris-blog]

fura.

“No thanks we don’t want the police involved. “ she laughed with his short but weird story and then wrapped her arms around his neck for a kiss- Fura knew how to act and was very convincing, the girl stood on her toes a little to reach his lips better. “I think we nailed it. “ 

“I’m really glad to hear that. You kiss good,” he casually observed, his tone nearly matter-of-fact. He forgot to let her go, checking for the creep they were trying to ward off first. “I was wondering if you have any money to share, though. I mean, me helping you is free, totally. But, unrelated: You’re rich, aren’t you? What do rich people even do with all that money? And you’re getting even more, even though you don’t have to.”

[cheers-charlie]

It had been one of James’ longer shifts. After getting home at eleven the night before, a ringing had woken the man up at three o’clock this morning. Pulling himself off the couch, James had been up ever since. Finally able to head home for the night, James was starving. Not looking forward to an empty house, he pulled into the Chill & Grill parking lot and walked inside. Finding his favorite booth by the window open, James celebrated in his head - it was the littlest things for this guy. One bacon cheeseburger, an order of loaded fries, and a milkshake later, the surgeon was making his way through the meal when he felt eyes on him. Looking up, he smiled a bit seeing the face staring back at him. “My eyes are bigger than my stomach… Want some?”

[ofmorris-blog]

“JIMMY. Jimmay. Jimothy! How are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we last saw each other.” It probably hadn’t been, but the younger man had essentially zero sense of time. “I’m not here to eat off others’ plates. Besides, I’m an adult.” In fact, it sounded slightly as though he didn’t realise exactly how much older the other man was. “I can definitely pay for it, Jimmy.” He didn’t even bother trying to figure out Jimmy’s surname (or real name) after all those years. As far as Morris was concerned, Jimmy was Jimmy full stop.

[ofmorris-blog]

adella.

adella was aware of the fact that morris was not an ordinary person but in all honesty hearing the expanse of his resume was a bit…overwhelming. not in a bad way, it simply took her a minute to process all of the information that had just been thrown at her and once she took it all in she was actually impressed. the only thing she could put down on hers is that she was a waitress and apart of a few clubs during her high school career. “morris,” she began, pausing as to think of the right words to use, “i’m speechless. i didn’t know you did so much, that’s amazing.” that wasn’t the only thing to catch her off guard. is it a date? he had asked her. it was probably nothing but for some reason it echoed in her head, her heart fluttering at the though. she snapped herself out of the trance before nodding softly with a sheepish grin, “um, yes. it’s a date.”

“no, no. it’s not that amazing. i just want to try as many things as i can while i’m still alive and all that. it’s probably a miracle that i haven’t been sued for the explosives thing,” he said. an uncharacteristically almost shy smile was on his face; it was quite unusual for him to feel anything like bashfulness. “you could certainly join me on my excursions, you know. we start with this party now, and then... can you scuba-dive while pregnant? that’d have to wait, then, if not. when will you give birth anyway?” his delight was unmistakable when she responded to the costume party suggestion. “it’s a date,” he repeated, just to tease her a little.

[ofmorris-blog]

abigail.

“yeah…the capital of mexico i-is mexico c-city.” abigail explained, stutter aside as she marked her place and closed the book she was recently engrossed in. “what kind of trivia w-was it? i don’t need any money, i’m actually a trivia fan.” the young woman smirked. 

“it’s a radio trivia game. okay, think fast: a wombat is a marsupial native to which country?” he recited from the radio’s page. “are these even real words?” at her turning down the money, he said, “well, that’s really nice of you.” like, maybe too nice. hmm. “have we met? are you rich?”

[bbcmary-arc-blog]

different headcanon questions!!

1. What are three Netflix shows that they’ve rated five stars? 2. Where do they prefer to read? On the sofa, in bed, at a table, on the porch, in a cafe? 3. Do they like to play games? What kind of games: video, card, board? What are some of their favorites? 4. What’s their food weakness? What food can they never turn down? 5. Do they prefer movies or TV shows? Why? 6. What holiday is their favorite? Which is their least favorite? 7. What’s their diet like? Are they vegetarian, vegan? Do they have any food allergies that make them have a special diet? 8. What sort of toys did they play with as a child? 9. How often do they go grocery shopping? Do they tend to do one large trip, or smaller ones throughout the week? 10. Do they eat breakfast? What’s a typical breakfast look like for them? 11. Do they like going to museums? What type of museums do they like to go to? Art, science, historical; interactive, quiet, a mix? 12. How do they organize their books? Alphabetical by author, by title? By size, color, date published? Is there any rhyme or reason? 13. Have they ever been do Disney World/Land, or any other amusement park? What do they prefer to do at them: go on the rides, play the games, eat the food? 14. How do they eat their popcorn? What do they put on it? 15. When do they pay their bills? As soon as the bill comes in? At the last moment? Or are most of their bills automatically taken out of their account? 16. What time do they normally go to bed? How many hours of sleep do they usually need to function in the morning? 17. Do they have cable, or do they rely mostly on Netflix, Hulu, and other streaming services? 18. What is their preferred weather? What would be a perfect weather day? 19. Are they more of a snacker throughout the day, or they eat three meals and call it a day? 20. Have they ever had an imaginary friend? 21. What were they a part of in high school/college, if they went? Were they a part of any clubs, did they play any sports? What clique would they have been considered a part of? 22. Do they have a favorite restaurant? How often do they go to it, and what’s their usual order? 23. How do they prefer to watch movies? In the theater, on a streaming site, from an owned DVD/digital download, rented from somewhere? 24. Do they watch any sports? What are they a fan of, and what teams do they root for? Do they watch the games/matches on TV or do they try to be there for some in person? Do they just catch the highlights on their phone later on? 25. What do they prefer to do in the summertime? Do they like going to the beach, do they prefer camping, staying in the city? Do they like to stay indoors and away from the heat?

[ofmorris-blog]

askbox.

[ofmorris-blog]

verena.

“She is pretty perfect, isn’t she?” She had began with, smiling down at the girl again. Vera knew he’d need a bit of time to vent out all of his questions and thoughts so while he did so she slowly passed Stella over to him, surprised that she didn’t need to make any comments of how he should be holding her. “It’s so like you to worry about the small details of everything,” she teased with a weak smile, “I just want you to be her dad, Morris. She deserves to have you in my life. If I get to see you every once in a while too then…that’s just an added bonus.”

It was nice. This was nice. The majority of people he came across probably thought he didn’t care enough about things that mattered. He did his part to cultivate some of that reputation, to be fair. Still, this was surprisingly nice, talking to someone who knew he cared, sometimes too much, and knowing that someone was the same, as far as caring went. “I can do that. I can definitely do that,” he said, admiring Stella with palpable happiness. But a few moments passed, and he looked at Vera again with a more solemn look. “Verena, there is so much we haven’t talked about. So much has changed.” It’s not like he didn’t want to see her or anything. He was just unused to responsibility, maybe, or more accurately, unused to responsibility that didn’t make him feel miserable and burdened. So here he was, trying to find the misery and burden in their situation. “You can’t expect everything to be so easy.”

[ofmorris-blog]

adella.

“well if i remember correctly i believe his name is prince phillip,” she began, almost a bit embarrassed at the fact that she was able to recall his name as quick as she had, “you fit the part perfectly. though, i don’t remember phillip being as handsome as you, so you’ve got that on him.” she hadn’t expected herself to flirt so openly, it just slipped without any permission. she hoped he wouldn’t take it too seriously, though secretly she felt the opposite. “y   you want me to go as sleeping beauty? i don’t know, i’m a terrible actress. what is it you all do exactly?”

he grinned at her compliment. he was used to compliments, but hearing adella flirt so openly... it was something else, he had to admit to himself. “thank you,” he said. he would’ve teased her, maybe, but he didn’t want her to feel any more bashful. “and that’s a really good question, actually. well, the main things i do... i like to perform music, and i do some modelling jobs, but i like to dabble in as much as i can, honestly. LAST month, i did a little explosives work,” he listed off casually, “installed a couple of fences. this week, i’m trying bartending and car-wash.” the usual interpretations of his changing jobs were either that he was ridiculously driven or the opposite: that he never committed to a single thing. his smile abated, quietly worried that she would begin to see him the second way as well. “and of course, the party gig. don’t worry. i think the kid just wants to ‘meet’ his favourite disney characters. just the costumes alone would drive him nuts, from what i’ve heard. so... is it a date?”

[truelovevip-deactivated20190324]

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

[ofmorris-blog]

eli.

He pulled the bud from his ear and let it fall down against his chest, making a quick move to pause the music on his phone. Eli took one stride closer to the other male and eyed the picture of the car, lips pursing pensively at the information he received. “Cat S vehicles are repairable but usually the cost of repairs are high. Wouldn’t know unless we got in there to check out how bad it really is,” he spent a few seconds working out the math in his head, humming in thought, “if it’s bad damage — say a bent frame — you could be looking at close to ten grand. But if it’s simple damages, perhaps a maximum of one grand.” Elijah ran his fingers through his messy locks, "that car cost a lot?”

Morris didn’t comprehend the information that the mechanic was imparting once he got past “bent frame”, but he sure heard “reparable” loud and clear. “No, it was on sale. People told me I’d be foolish to buy it, but I think it’s turning out that I was in fact right and smart for investing in something damaged but reparable. Do you think you could just check out the damages? Like, I bring the car to you?” He handed the mechanic a cheque for $30,000. “Don’t keep the change,” he said, in a tone that he hoped was firm but polite, “but you’ll definitely be getting the amount of payment you deserve, depending on the damages.”

[ofmorris-blog]

fura.

The blonde was annoyed with his idea but decided to go along with it. She had kissed many many people so one more kiss wouldn’t hurt. “Yes of course- big kiss. Luckily professionally. “ she winked. “No to the engagment idea you freak. That’s too much. “

“You know, I could just beat him up for you if you want,” he offered. He was aware of how it felt to have people you desperately wished to avoid, however — “I once dated this girl who kept saying she was a Mafia spy, but then she said it was ‘clearly a joke’ and — sorry, I’m rambling” — and so he moved closer to her. He placed his arms on the much shorter female’s waist and leaned into a kiss, closing his eyes, trying to make their act as lovers as convincing as possible.

[rileyjsmith]

“there’s this THING called a cicada right? it’s this nasty ass, big ass bug that makes the noise of what i’d assume is a fucking alien mating call, and to make it worse, it fucking flies. i didn’t know what a cicada was until last night, when it so kindly greeted me at my front door, and then again this morning when i left the house. it’s safe to say i’m regretting coming back home already.” 

[ofmorris-blog]

morris typed “cicada” in google. he couldn’t get the spelling right at first, however, and so it took him a few minutes. when he finally spelled it correctly, he promptly regretted searching for it. “h...how did this thing fucking GREET you? in ENGLISH?” at least it sounded like a polite creature. 

[fura-vaughn]

“I’m sorry but could you please pretend to be my lover for a few seconds. That dude over there.. we have some kind of history so. I’ll buy you a coffee if you do it. “ 

[ofmorris-blog]

“I was going to help you even without the coffee offer, but I ask that you don’t take that one back,“ he replied, always a fan of free things. “So do you need what? A kiss to throw him off? Nothing we haven’t done before, right? Professionally, at least.” He suggested, “Oh, I had an idea. I could say very, very loudly that I’m gonna propose to you right here and now. But, oh, damn, I don’t have a ring. Hmm.”  

[havcns]

  “just—” he raised his hand as a way to capture their attention, a soft smile forming on his lips “—stay still for one second, please. it’s going to be a good shot.” mateo raised the camera to his eye once more and snapped a few different angles, teeth digging into his bottom lip in concentration. as he scanned each of the photographs; the red sky just perfectly complimenting the person before him, he found he was pleased with just about all of them. “come take a look." 

[ofmorris-blog]

morris opened his mouth to speak, but opted to follow the younger male’s instructions instead. he stayed still, and then looked at the photographs. “oh, wow, that’s brilliant. i was going to ask if you were going to provide payment for taking pictures of me without permission from my agent, but i can see you’re clearly not going to do that.” he said, “you’re, what? 17? so you can’t pay me. this is obviously a passion project. keep doing that, this is great quality.”

[ofmorris-blog]

adella.

the joke did indeed make her laugh and she shook her head softly in response, “not today. that’ll happen when you least expect it.” just hearing him to agree had soothed her nerves and she felt less weird about it, especially with his reassurance. “right, exactly,” though it felt strange on the tongue to label morris as a friend, but then again when were things ever so simple for adella? “not right now. in a few hours, actually. is that okay? i didn’t mean to spring everything on you like this.”

“i do love surprises,” he replied, still lighthearted. he tried not to make eye contact in fear of coming across as too serious about it. “no, it’s fine. i’m not doing much today, except for a gig at this kid’s birthday party at 4 pm. i have to dress up as the prince from sleeping beauty. prince prince? i don’t know what his name is, i was just told prince. is his name prince prince?” he wondered aloud. “hey, you could go as the princess! you’re a beauty, certainly. though you don’t have to go there sleeping. that’s just the title.” he was rambling, a habit. his focus returned on the present, however, and he told her, “sorry.” he tried to put a hand on hers and give it a reassuring squeeze. weirdly, as they got closer, attempting gestures like this felt somewhat more fraught. 

[mvrisoltbh]

manicured fingers strumming the strings of a guitar, poppy stood on the street outside the whex radio station as she did every friday afternoon, singing whichever song she managed to teach herself that week. it wasn’t something poppy did desperately for money (although she did leave her guitar case out for donations) it was something she did because she enjoyed when someone smiled at her and she felt accomplished, like they could see how talented she was. the slight appreciation she got from strangers helped feed the attention she needed to live. finishing the song she did a final guitar riff before hearing a layer of applause from some people who had gathered. “thanks chaps, for the claps. feeling funny? leave me some money” she rhymed, lifting her guitar pick in the air like a rockstar.

[ofmorris-blog]

morris felt the need to donate almost immediately; he did sometimes do pretty much the exact same thing as this brave young musician did. “brilliant job. i was going to give that money to my family, but eh, figured you deserve it more,” he said to her. it was easy to mistake the words for sarcasm, but his voice didn’t betray much irony. “although i have to wonder, is that a song about gonorrhoea? not that i’ve had it or anything, and i’m definitely not saying you have! my friend has had it, and i’ve always considered writing about his struggles, but i’ve never been as inventive as you. bravo.”