[natebaldwinrp]

tristan grinned at the other man, “what are you gonna do to celebrate?”

[owenmuller-blog]

“drink, hopefully get some more kisses, and blow some shit up. wanna join?”

[owenmuller-blog]

@xrileyfoster 

“ um, owen – ” with an air of confusion and a bit surprised tone on his voice, he whispered that name while watching owen’s eyes. he surely didn’t notice that who entered the place was him before speaking, so he didn’t know about the other boy’s presence. “ i started working here not much time ago, but i didn’t know you run this place. ”

“well i mean i don’t really run the place, but it just seems like it.. um, wow,” riley had been a familiar face he had not expected to see when he walked into work that morning. “it’s.. it’s been a long time. i didn’t really know you still came around here. uh, how have you been?”

[nogracie]

“and what if i don’t wanna be in bed, hm? it’s always the bed, if we’re going for full blast…i say we shake it up a ‘lil. get frisky somewhere else for a change.”

[owenmuller-blog]

“mixing it up would be just as nice, any ideas as to where our new location will be?”

[natebaldwinrp]

tristan drunkenly stumbled across the bar to a person whom he recognized, he gave them a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. “hey, you! happy america weekend!”

[owenmuller-blog]

owen laughed, “happy america weekend to you too man.”

[xrileyfoster-blog]

“ THERE’S A FUCKING INSECT IN HERE. I NEED HELP. OH, MY GOD – welcome to the atlantis record, music shop and no, if you’re asking yourself this, i wasn’t screaming at a bee that has just flown over me. um, do you need something ? ”

[owenmuller-blog]

“yeah i know where i’m at, i practically run the place.” owen leaned up on the counter, eyes squinted in the other boy’s direction. “when did you start working here riley? who, um, hired you?”

[zanezell-deactivated20161126]

❝so you’re not only a criminal, but you’re a criminal who can’t remember everything he’s done?❞ zane asked rhetorically looking at the man, then nodded to himself,  ❝i’m friends with jason bourne. nice.❞ from what the two of them little information gathered about each others lives made zane eager to know more, there weren’t maybe people like them. besides, peter parker that is, still no matter how much he wanted to know more, he wasn’t going to push and then scare him away. listening to owen, it was obvious that he knew her better and longer, all of zane’s connections to the girl where through their parents that to him meant that the two of them must also be very good friends, but maybe life just didn’t agree with him?  ❝yeah… kind sounds made up. i think it’s my face, it makes her angry.❞ a laugh broke from his throat as he stared at his friend,  ❝oh, buddy. i don’t think cece would agree to those sexual favors even if you begged. and not just because you’re mine.❞ zane said with a smile still on his face and opened the door of the bar,  ❝after you.❞

[owenmuller-blog]

“i wouldn’t say criminal.. more rebellious teenage angst.” owen replied, before nodding his head. “jason bourne? how did you know my real name? this is just an alias, i am jason.” he laughed loudly, nudging his friend playfully. zane was a great guy, besides the fact that they were verily similar in personalities, he knew when to stop pushing his nose in his friend’s business. that seemed to be something other people in owen’s life never seemed to do or understand. “i mean with a face like that, could you really blame her for being pissed off? i mean i would be jealous of your hotness if i wasn’t so much better looking than you. awwwe, see wasn’t that so cute of me to say?” he threw his head back laughing, “i’m yours? well i think we’d at least have to kiss before you have some kind of possessiveness over me zane. which, i would totally be up for; especially if we add tongue in there.” owen wiggled his tongue near the other’s face before entering the bar. “thanks babe.”

[owenmuller-blog]

nogracie:

“okay, lets just get drunk and egg your house then. that sounds like more fun and way less of hassle.” she joked, winking back at him. “oh? so that’s how this works, hm. you might get lucky, it could happen. but i gotta have a good time first, ya know. i’m not that generous.” 

“i live in an apartment building but if you can throw it to the eleventh floor by all means, go ahead.” owen suggested, laughing as he did. “i would like to think that’s how it works. well it’s a good thing i’m a blast then; everyone will have a good time. me in bed, and you.. also in bed. see it just works out best for both of us.” 

[thatsmoderatelyraven]

i bet people dont understand that im joking 800% of the time

[nogracie]

“see now i was waiting for someone to just shut up and be down with it and poof there you are. lets throw the eggs, and if we have any leftovers i’ll bake you cupcakes, ya know as a thank you for being a wild lil soul with me.”

[owenmuller-blog]

“i could care less about egging some guy’s house. get me a few beers, and a carton of eggs and i would probably egg my own house.” owen teased, “nice, cupcakes would be bomb ass right about now. —besides i’m always down for stuff you want. ‘cause if i’m down for you, you’ll go down on me.”

[aurclias-blog]

she watched him, wide eyes glowing with concern. the next words to slip out of his mouth were ones she was not expecting. aurelia anticipated he’d ask her to leave, or ignore her concern. she never would have guessed he would call her pretty. it was owen, someone who surely viewed her only as a friend. aurelia could feel her cheeks turn pink. clouded by confusion, aurelia felt her mind drift off the topic of worry and hone in on the unexpected compliment. “ thanks, you are too, ” she blurted, “ not pretty, like you’re handsome. you know what i mean. ” the brunette mentally cursed herself for being so awkward. she was grateful when their conversation returned to the topic of books – something aurelia knew much about. “ i’m sure i’ll love them, ” she reassured him. “ don’t do that ! i like reading the stuff you right in the margins. it adds to the book experience. and besides, you always make good points, ” she said in the most casual tone she could muster. “ oh, okay. but of course i worry about you. you’re a great friend, owen. you deserve nothing but the best, ” she stated, a smile glossing over her lips. 

[owenmuller-blog]

owen almost chuckled as he saw her blush, finding the girl’s reaction beyond cute. “thank you,” he replied even though she called him pretty. he had understood what she meant by pretty. owen tapped his hands on the counter of the register as the topic quickly switched back to something they were both more comfortable with. “well i mean you’re not actually supposed to write stuff in the books i just like doing it because it helps me remember stuff i want to tell you about when you’re not around to listen to my thoughts. they’re like little owen thoughts. i mean the one in great gatsby, well you haven’t seen my thoughts on that, but when you do they’re like really good points. i make like a hundred on how stupid tom is throughout the whole book. but what i really don’t understand is that people don’t like daisy but i kind of find something interesting about her? i don’t know why..” owen let a fake smile form on his face. he appreciated that she cared, but caring really didn’t do much to help him. especially now. “thanks aurelia, the same goes for you.”

[montaukhq-deactivated20190625]

“ griffin accorsi and ‘upstanding citizen’ are terms always used in the same sentence — they coexist, ” he snicked, shaking his head. “ i’m glad i found you. not everyone apparently. i was talkin’ about the members of the band and the dude was like, ‘members? isn’t led zeppelin just a guy?’ and i had to explain to him the history of how the new yardbirds became the legend that is led zeppelin. ” griffin perked up as the guy recognized him. it always made him feel fulfilled when anyone knew who he was. “ i am in a band. just on a hiatus — indefinitely. for sure. i am there about everyday, three times a day. ”

[owenmuller-blog]

“ —right the same goes for owen muller.” he agreed with a chuckle. “i mean seriously it seems like everyone around here is kind of idiotic when it comes to music. the amount of people who come to the record store just to buy the new j-biebs is ridiculous. i mean, sure, i have listened to more current stuff. like nick jonas is actually sorta okay. but like c’mon it’s a record store you got to even it out and get something classic too.” owen was pained every time someone left the store with just a cd. if he had his way you had to buy a record. “ —dude real shame, i play your band around the shop somtimes. you guys were pretty good. why’d you guys slow it down anyways? settling down?”

[zanezell-deactivated20161126]

he laughed, ❝on the contrary.❞ observing what owen was doing, in hopes he’d figured out how to do the same, zane commented, ❝i never doubted that. but, what exactly did you do in high school?❞ curiosity getting better of him made him ask that. he already knew they shared many similarities, now he wanted to know what they didn’t have in common. ❝thought if it will make me an accessory to a crime, please bite your tongue❞, he was quick to add. the moment zane heard click of the door, he cheerily tapped his friend on the back rushing into the apartment.  ❝i have connections too and they’re not even bad connections, but i think she’s just a small ball of anger, with a mean frown.❞ he replied, grabbing his wallet and the keys from the kitchen counter. when he stepped outside to the hallway, locking the door behind him, he asked,❝should i even ask what kind of rewards? does she crafts you a shiv? ❞

[owenmuller-blog]

“when i actually remember some of it i’ll let you know.” he teased, nudging his friend with his arm. high school had been a foggy haze, he remembered parts of it. like his aunt leaving for good while he, his brother and uncle tried to care for themselves. he never really remembered the other parts though. he didn’t really remember his friends, or if he had actually done anything illegal. the only thing he remembered from his past was a lot of  hard nights. “nah, she makes it seem like she’s kind of mad all the time but she’s not. she can actually be really chill sometimes.” owen liked when cecelia came into the shop, he might not have been best friends with her but he did enjoy her company. “i wrote her a song, she reserved me a private booth and booze. please zane you know you’re the only one i would give sexual favors to.” he joked, making his way towards the bar.

[juliicn]

✖ °✧ SNAP ↬ OPEN

milo: who tryna come thru and give a homeboy some head milo: or movie suggestions

[owenmuller-blog]

owen: okay when and where owen: lmao jk watch ferris buller’s day off

[owenmuller-blog]

CHARLIE: 

REPLY TO STARTERS: ( WINONA & ARIELLE & OTHERS )

PLOT MORE CONNECTIONS W/ NEW PPL/CHARACTERS

OWEN:

REPLY TO THREADS: ( GRIFFIN & ZANE & ZEPHYRA & AURELIA )

FIND MORE MUSE POSTS

MORE CONNECTIONS TO MAIN ( i have so many ideas guys rip )

[hidclgos-blog]

          ‘ never go near a tree with a croissant,’ thea said, f r u s t r a t i o n evident in her voice as she removed her torn and stained shirt and tossed it into the nearest garbage bin, thankful for the tank top she was wearing underneath. being topless was the only thing that could’ve made her situation worse. ‘ because a very hungry squirrel WILL attack you, and those little fuckers show NO MERCY. ’

[owenmuller-blog]

“well any excuse to see you strip is cool with me.” owen TEASED, laying down on the couch. “but that really sucks about the croissant. did you get a new one for f r e e? if not send all the squirrels to attack their business because they love croissants that much. we can make a sign; squirrels eat here. then no humans will want to go in. and they will run out of business and have to eat squirrels.”

[nogracie]

“Serious question, what’s a better use of four dozen eggs … a house egging rampage for the tool who didn’t tip me last night and his dickface friends or a full on cupcake bake off between me, myself and i to prove that yes, cupcakes are better than people. I’m honestly torn, please help.”

[owenmuller-blog]

“I personally would love some cupcakes. But, I am also never one to turn down egging a tool’s house so you just let me know if we’re baking or visiting the toolbox. I need to know how to schedule my night.”

[lvrkngs]

within a moment of gathering what owen was on about, arielle felt her jaw drop slightly, eyes widening as she listened to him go on about mean girls. ❛ that’s uh, that’s a theory there. i have never thought that far into it, are there any other deeper things i missed? you’ve definitely got me wanting to re-watch it and truly analyze the entire film. ❜

[owenmuller-blog]

“yes take notes because i am a pure genius. i mean it, people will write theories based on my facts.”