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Independent and selective Jamie the Mailman from Steven Universe. remake of previous postactor Please read my rules before interacting. I track the tag postactor

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             ------ OH.

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                        Here I am.

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❛      

             YEAH,,    I’m

                                                    T R A S H.

                                               garbage, unburnable trash that has no will to live.

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                                             ( Private & Selective Ichimatsu Matsuno )

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   whoa thats a lot of followers flooding in.

            ER UM- IDK LIKE FOR A STARTER.

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up and bench presses the nerd nbd

   finally

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    Bench Press me.

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Sade Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes

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                                                                                          a very convincing lovesick fool.     

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Autumn crossed her arms, muscle shifting beneath her shirt, as she waited. It really had been too long since she’d seen the guy, it would be nice to catch up!

“Ahh, bummer.”

However, after another minute or so, she turned and started back up the driveway. It looked like he wasn’t coming back around– might as well go back inside before Lantern got on her for taking so long. 

What a shame, and here she’d been so excited to see him!

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Here's his chance! His angel had turned her wings towards him- away from his hiding spot. He could reveal himself without the potential of being labeled a creep. Even if...this technically... Jamie abandoned his mail carrier bag, sheathing it under the leaves of his current hiding spot. Looks like the neighborhood would be receiving their mail a little late today. 

   Arising from the shrub, arms outwards ready to receive the much needed affection.

      ' Autumn my love! I have returned for your hea- er...friendship. "

Hopefully she didn't take note of the dirt and leaves smudged over his clothes and hair. Or suspect anything...

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@postactor liked your post: Starter Call

   The small girl was putting up a poster with something titled ‘Mabel’s Arts and Stuff’ Bonanza. It was a random idea but seeing as they already did parties, a puppet show and all that something with art sounded like a great idea. “Hum de dum~” Mabel happily sings seeming to be in a pretty good mood. Sure it was something her Uncle supported cause of the attention -and money- it would bring but details.

   Suddenly she spotted the older male, her eyes suddenly lit up with delight as she gasps. Practically running to get in front of the stranger and holding a flyer with a wink. It was mostly innocent playful banter as she knows better then to come on too strong. Even though she really wants too but got to focus.

   “Heeey there, the name’s Mabel. You seem like a guy who knows his arts.” She piped, before holding out the flyer to the older male. Seeming pretty excited with herself. “I’m holding something like an arts show, like acting, painting and all that stuff at the Mystery shack with Gruncle Stan. I been putting out flyers but you seem like someone who gets it.”

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His eyes litup as he was approached by the young talent scout. Finally! HIs talents were being recognized without having to physically prove them! Jamie's body started to shake as his smile covered most of his facial features. This was technically an acting gig right? Well- more like showcase. Hardly doubt he'd be paid for this. Not that it mattered. As long as he was on the stage.

His hands held up the poster over his face- taking a deep breath as to put on a more serious look.

                      ' I'll do it. "

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 everytime one of you reblog my promo i get 8+ followers. I guess I was missed??? I missed u

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                                                                                          a very convincing lovesick fool.     

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Every so often there would be fan mail for Lantern; for a man with that much charisma, it was to be expected. So Autumn didn’t think twice when she saw (and smelled) the envelope. 

At least, not until she saw her name on it. The woman paused beside the mailbox, curiosity getting the better of her, and opened the letter. She laughed despite herself– bless his heart, he really was making an effort, wasn’t he?

“Well, looks like Jamie’s back in town!” She paused, humming to herself. Why not stay outside for a bit, see if he came back around on his route? Then she’d get to say hello in person, as he never left a return address. 

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     Jamie had long abandoned his mail duties- having dove into the neighboring bushes, He had           watched for the reveal of his beloved.                                                 Er-- friend.

Like a ray of sunshine beaming down from the heavens, she emerged into his view. Just as stunning as he had remembered. Oh! And what was that? But a smile gracing her lips as she held his heart felt letter in her hand. Her eyes following every carefully implemented curve of his words.

             This was really a wonderful vantage point, he should come here more often.

His chest had tightened, continuing to observe her witnessing his friendship patronage. Perhaps she had granted it?

How long was the grace period for waiting to come out of the bushes to engage a relationship?

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& @mostlylagomorph

  You'd think by now, being a resident of Beach City-- which seems to attract the strange and various oddities. But to be honest, he never really adjusted to the various creatures that lurked about. But, seeing as most of the violent ones were quickly taken care of by the valiant Steven and his band of warrior beauties-- he felt as if there was no reason to fear the possible peaceful creature. If it was dangerous it surely would attack by now correct?

    ' Hello young traveller, fear not!      For I come with no weapons but a quill and a voice!                                 and possibly an envelope cutter...      Heed not! For I am Jamie! But a young bard seeking only an audience. "

If this being is new in town, why not give him a taste of Beach City arts? Hopefully they could understand English and didn't waste such a beautiful introduction.

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                                                                     You know what he hasn't done in awhile ?

Send in his heart to an unexpected love. Or rather self proclaimed love. What with the holidays and his part time Beach City theater directing gig-- he hadn't the time to be troubling the assorted affections his heart had yearned for.

But now that the postal service had halted, he could continue on this pursuit of love. Although this really wouldn't be categorized as a simple love. Oh no, this was more. As a lesson from his past experience with a Rock Goddess, he had learned to take it easy. Slow down his infatuation-- pursue the love only if its true. Ah yes this wouldn't be a love letter.

It shall be a proclamation of friendship! Nevermind the quilled calligraphy or over used i's dotted with small hearts. Or the pink envelope drenched with his mother's perfume. No no this was definitely to establish his friendship with the young maiden to which was this to be delivered to. 

Jamie took a deep breath before sliding in the residence usual mail, along with the panicked notion of throwing the love friend request letter. Sweaty palms slammed the mailbox latch closed, quickly making an attempt not to be seen or heard as he continued his rounds. Of course his escape route was detoured seeing as he had to continue the delivering of the rest of the neighborhood's mail...

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