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Up to mischief for the first show in Mexico over the long weekend... and I get to meet up with my little brother tomorrow, can’t wait to have him with us. Loved the vibe in the crowd tonight. Need a little comedy to balance out a shitload of blowing off steam. ✨
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The tour bus life is about to get wild...
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Cabin fever already setting in on the last round of tour... started dancing on my skateboard, on a moving tour bus, until my dumb ass stumbled and nearly fucking fell on my ass. Completely fucking sober, I might add, I haven’t even had a fucking beer, I’m just a total shithead and I can’t stay balanced. You beat me this time, gravity. Also, had this shirt I’m wearing over my long sleeved shirt for a single day and I already tore a hole in it. #cantstopme
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Fucking around exploring before the show tonight... Not quite skinny enough anymore to fit in this damn tree and I’m thoroughly disappointed by that fact.
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Still in my pyjamas but pretty excited for the first day of tour, if you couldn’t tell... Tour can be stressful for everyone and chaotic but I’m always happiest when I’m there 😇 It can get exhausting being around everybody crammed on this fucking bus, wouldn’t really change it for the world. Company is nice, at the end of the day. Gonna be weird not to tour for a few months... Been so fucking long since I took a break now, feel like I don’t know who I am without it sometimes. Let’s kick it!! Mexico at the end of the week into next week!
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Lets shoot some drugs, and fall in love
Cause I feel like getting tangled up in your bones.
eisleyporter:
Eisley most minded her own business, admired costumes, drank a little bit more than normal, but was otherwise ever the wallflower. It didn’t help that she was dressed as a video game character, a costume she’d spent far too much time making to have multiple. Plus any excuse to dress up was good enough for her. Alcoholic cider in hand, she moved paused for a moment to look up at the sky almost dreamily. She was knocked from her reverie by a tug at her cape, and she smiled down at the little fairy that was pulling at her costume, followed the child to look up at Hosea in his makeup, and she laughed. “Hi, no it’s okay.” She assured him, dark eyes settled on his face, a hint of a flush on hers from drinking and the cool autumn air combined although she was sure she hadn’t had that much. Heavy boots made a soft thud as she stepped shifted her weight so bare knees pressed together to keep warm. “You make a very pretty fairy,” Eisley said to the little girl with an innocent smile, “although I’m sure you’ve got your hands full.” She sympathized, having always been the babysitter in her extended family. The struggle of being the oldest cousin. She had often spent Halloween looking after at least one of her younger family members although she had no siblings of her own. “On the plus side, when the sugar high inevitably wears off, you’re going to have a great nights sleep.” She pointed out with a smile and a shrug.
For whatever reason, he was surprised to see the familiar face there. Eisley, that was her name, right? He had taken her out for drinks and shown her a couple places in the city. Though he found her mildly reserved like his brother, he wasn’t complaining. These days, the loudness and constant volume around him left quiet to be desired, and that did not exclude the silence of himself as a loud-mouthed musician. Perhaps it was another factor into his recent withdrawal socially, reverted to an attitude of mild shyness when talking to a few people or lackadaisical responses to those close to him. His vibrant energy was nearly reserved for stage right now, exhausted with the world around him and unable to muster the mask of his energetic self that he would put on. “Hey you, what’s kickin’?” Hosea greeted with a tiny smile, looking down at his daughter when she complimented her, “You gonna say thank you or what, ‘genia?” Like when Kasha was young, he found he had to occasionally prompt her to express her manners, relieved when the dark-haired girl returned her focus and said thank you before squirming in his arms. Put me down! “Fuck, fine-- please, stay where I can see you, please. Go find your cousin.” Urging her to seek out Diego, who was playing in his field of vision near a tree, he let out a dry chuckle. The sentiment was clearly appreciated; still, he shook his head and looked back to her with a wry smirk, replying, “God, do I wish? How it’s really gonna play out, though, is she’s gonna go to sleep and two seconds after I lay my head down on that pillow, Amaris is gonna wake up and cry for her bottle. Two months. I thought they were totally shittin’ me when they said she was gonna get fussier,” Hosea said, puffing out his cheeks. Arms raising to cross over his chest, nodding toward her costume, “You look totally badass, by the way. I would not get the reference to save my life, it’s nobody’s fault but my own.” Sincerely, he should pay more attention now that he had a television, Netflix, and whatever the fuck else in the entertainment department. He’d never been avid with modern media or games.
sjcnkins:
it had been a while since suri had been out just for herself. she spent most of her time catching up on class work or dishing out drinks at the bar, so the halloween event was a nice change of scenery for her. her hair was tied up in a neat bun, or as neat as she could get it, with the texture hair she had and she had a short green dress wrapped around her figure. she was supposed to be tinkerbell. even though she knew it was a bit childish for her age to be wearing, it was the only thing she could find that could pass for a costume that was already in her closet. she had been waiting in line to get a bit to eat, knowing that the few bits of candy she had been consuming shouldn’t be the only thing she had on her stomach. feeling a small tug on her green dress, her brows furrowed together as she turned around and finding the small girl. “hi there!” she spoke in a cheery tone towards her, before her eyes found who she assumed to be the girls father. “oh, no worries.” she reassured him, her slightly pink tinted lips curling into a soft smile. “that sugar will really get to them, huh?”
Slightly out of breath and mildly at a loss for pride, the vocalist shook his head rapidly when the woman mentioned the sugar. Jesus, he didn’t think she’d had that much; maybe one of his sister-in-laws had slipped her extra candy when he hadn’t been looking. Now that he was here, he supposed he could attain a glass of water for her. “You’re tellin’ me... I’m not sure I’m gonna get any rest tonight,” he said softly, closing his eyes for a moment with a crooked smile-- and God, he was so fucking tired. It was no joke when the pediatrician told him two months was the hardest to deal with a baby. Two month old constantly crying and fussing, and a daughter who had as much energy as her-- adoptive father. Glancing over the woman’s dress, Hosea had the feeling he should understand the reference. It seemed Disney-related, after all,and he had been watching far too many Disney movies lately with Eugenia’s recent fascination for them. Oddly enough, his sister-in-law’s son didn’t seem too enamored with the typical kids’ entertainment. Shifting his weight to his other foot to keep his leg from cramping-- fucking tour rehearsal-- he looked back to her face. “My daughter must have recognized your costume... I must be that f-- freakin’ tired, I swear I can’t recall it right now. It’s on the fringes of my mind... Thanks for not, y’know, takin’ it the wrong way,” he said casually, concluding his jumbled words with a shrug. Not everyone took too kindly to children invading their personal space, regardless of the nature of the event.
bforley:
bo’s lips pursed into a thin line, he didn’t mean to bring up anything that could possibly bring up old trauma or be triggering. “shit, i totally forgot that it could totally fuck some people up.” bo could be a bit insensitive sometimes and he could even have a problem with not filtering or thinking about what he said sometimes, really just speaking to hear his own voice. bo distinguished that the other male had said was when he spoke of his child’s mother. he didn’t questioned it, just offered hosea a smile. “she better be the one breaking hearts, don’t let any fuckboys get around her.” he spoke, trying to lighten up the mood in the slightest. “yeah, a lot of people have told me stuff like that. i might just start writing ‘i’m nineteen but yes i know i look nine’ across my forehead. think it’ll fit?” his brow raised as his lips curled into a small smirk, chuckling lightly. “i’ll be sure to take that advice.”
Hosea waved a dismissive hand, understanding he hadn’t meant to actually cross a social boundary. Dark humor was his forte, and he figured most students this time of year were thinking about scenarios like that to drag themselves through their exams. Besides, the situation in high school had been nobody’s fault-- nor was it actually in the school. “It’s cool, seriously. Shit happens, y’know? No skin off my nose.” That aside, he was a terribly self-deprecating person and that tended to equate to his lack of self-value. Letting the dozy baby wrap her fingers around his pinky, he laughed when Bo mentioned fuckboys. Part of him dreaded for that age to come, mainly because of Kasha’s daughter. His sister had a knack for trouble and it concerned him that Eugenia might be privy to that. God only knew what mental fuckshit she had going on, given they had been similar individuals. Clasping his hands together, the raven-haired vocalist dipped his head and replied, “Trust me, if there’s gonna be fuckboys, I’ve got an amazin’ right hook and I am definitely not afraid to use it.” This wasn’t exactly the shotgun state, and he couldn’t see himself being one of those dads waiting with that in his lap-- he did harbor a sharp tongue prepared to chew out other parents on the phone if he needed to. “I just wonder if she’s gonna be anythin’ like her mama... she was a professional dancer and fuckin’... amazin’ at it. We used to skate together, back when I was in ice skatin’. It’s a long story. Right, ‘ris?” Smiling at his daughter, he wiggled his pinky, knowing it wasn’t the age he would be getting a laugh from her, let alone when she was sleepy. “Shit, dude, get that tattooed on your fuckin’ forehead, go all Post Malone about it,” Hosea joked, shifting to cross one leg over the other and checking the time on his phone before setting it face down on the table.
romi--weiss:
Romi hadn’t had nearly as much time as she usually did to prepare her Halloween costume so in a last-ditch effort, she’d thrown on one of her many slinky black dresses, drew on some whiskers, threw on some cat ears and bam, she was a black cat. Cocktail in her hand, she was just making casual conversation when a small child ran up to her and complimented her on her dress. Smiling, she said “Thank you so much! I love your costume, too! You’re a very pretty fairy!” After she paid her compliments, though, she looked up to see if a parent was nearby and surprisingly enough, a familiar face was running towards them. She shook her head at his apology and said “Oh, no, it’s no problem!” She wasn’t sure if he’d recognize her or not but she had a feeling that he would so she tried to beat him to the punch. “So I’m pretty sure we’ve just become best friends,” she smiled as she referred to his daughter. Standing up so she was more at his level, she said “So, uh.. Hi. Long time, no see.” Long time, no see? Really? They’d only met once before but it was under very particular circumstances: he had saved her from running into a mosh pit when she’d been coked up beyond belief. She’d oddly opened up to him about a lot despite hardly knowing him and needless to say, she felt a bit awkward seeing him again.
Needless to say, the last person he would ever expect to run into was a girl who he had basically scolded like a parent to stay away from the mosh pit, then bought water to hydrate her from the line of coke she’d just snorted. His confidence in his sobriety was still shaky back then; however, after deciding to sponsor one of his friends, he was a bit more confident in himself. He had to be, he realized, as he looked at the girl in his arms and thought about how shitty he would be as a father if he let his children down like that. Small world, Hosea thought, looking into her eyes. Faces were easily memorized-- names, he struggled with. Had they exchanged names? Did it matter now that he had changed his? Painstakingly, the vocalist hit the abrupt realization that he had lost his wife since then, among other things in life. Long time, no see. A soft chuckle left him, a genuine smile tugging at his lips, finding himself somewhat embarrassed that his daughter had run into her. “You’re really good with kids,” he thought to say, shifting the girl higher on his hip, who was now busy fawning over her father’s getup and-- “Ow, don’t pull my nose ring.” The scolding was followed by a sigh, recomposing and tilting his head when he could finally focus on the woman in front of him. “Hey... How are you doin’, darlin’? Is everythin’ alright?” Glancing at the cocktail, Hosea wished he could have one of his own, knowing he couldn’t with his two kids around. He’d just have to make his own when he got home after they’d been put to bed, knock himself out until the baby monitor woke him. Granite-like expression in his eyes had softened in heartbeats, swaying to attempt to assuade Eugenia’s unruly behavior, gesturing his head toward the young girl and adding, “This is, uh, my daughter. Eugenia, say hello to the pretty black cat.”
alice--elliot:
She nodded when he asked for reassurance. “Yes, absolutely. I think you’ve been doing an incredible job, especially with everything that’s happened.. And they just adore you. You know that, right? They love you unconditionally, yes, but they also look up to you so much.” She was more than thankful when he gave her more talking points to touch on and she was trying to keep a mental tally of what to talk about with whom. However, with all this talk of conversation, she suddenly realized that while they probably all knew English, their first language was Greek–something that was absolutely foreign to her. In fact, even having known that she was Brazilian all her life, she knew the absolute bare minimum when it came to Portuguese. “Um.. You said Orion could teach me some Greek, right?.. Because I don’t want to be that asshole that only speaks English and just expects everyone to adhere to my ignorance…” she said, clearly a little embarrassed, though she knew she had no reason to be. When he brought up her hair for the millionth time, she gave a chuckle but was then silent for a moment. “Well… You know, I’ve been told that the perfect time to not drastically change your hair is right after you get your heartbroken, but… What would you say if I told you I was possibly–possibly–thinking about…dyeing my hair blonde?… Would that.. Would that be too crazy?…” Truly, she wasn’t even sure why she was asking because she knew he’d say yes in an instant. She nodded and said “Yeah, I’d love to see all the pictures. Do you have pictures of, like, the entire family?… Because I’d love to know who’s who before I even get there, I don’t want to mix anyone up or anything.” It was quite obvious that Alice was hellbent on making the best impression possible. This was her family, after all, and she wanted so badly to be one of them and to fit in.
You know that, right? The question always stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife around and around, digging a silent questioning of himself and what his children thought of him, which was admittedly an opinion he did care about. “I dunno if I’m... the best fuckin’ role model,” he confessed with a heaved sigh, lifting a hand to rub his eyes again, “I got lucky... with Orion, he was always a good kid, he never hurt anyone. I was a horribly fuckin’... volatile teenager, I sucked. I don’t wanna fuck them up somehow, especially knowin’... Eugenia might have issues, Amaris might develop issues, mentally. I never figured out how to deal with it with Kasha, I tried my hardest.” He was older now, but it felt like it didn’t matter sometimes, as if he were responsible for the weight of the world’s problems. Leaning to the side, he rested his head against Alice’s shoulder, thankful for her presence then. It wasn’t like he had a wife to talk to about his insecurities that had resurfaced, now more than ever, having a baby that depended on him again and disconcertingly on his lonesome. Heterochromatic gaze fixating on the flame dancing from the candle on the living room table, he nodded his head slightly against her, saying softly, “Yeah, he can... Mama doesn’t speak English that well, so it’s a good idea. Avo speaks English okay, but if you want, he can teach you Portuguese too... I’m probably overdue for a trip to Brazil, speakin’ of.” The thought was intimidating, the lengthy to-do list of what he needed to do from here and into the next year. Album, tour, two kids in between, NA meetings, the shack... see his family, see his other family. It was overwhelming, but he was sure Alice’s mind was equally reeling with the changes she was going through. “You wanna... meet the tribe sometime? Eventually. Like, next fuckin’ year or somethin’. I gotta get back there and have my baby blessed.” Humming, he drew his knees up onto the couch after he had kicked off his Doc Martens. Hosea wasn’t shy about his heritage if someone asked, though he didn’t necessarily talk about it everywhere either. Usually, his industrial bar was turquoise feathers and beads, similar colors to his native roots; currently, it was a festive skeleton. “But of course. Orion will help you out any way you need in linguistics, I fuckin’ suck at teachin’ language,” he said with a chuckle, sitting upright when she responded to him seriously. His eyebrows raised in momentary surprise, before shaking his head and replying, “When I had my heart broken the second time around, I went out and got my fuckin’ tongue pierced. It’s not crazy. Change helps you move on, don’t you think?” Seconds later, he gasped and smacked her arm lightly, gushing, “Are you gonna pierce your fuckin’ septum too?” Of course, he was referring to the Snapchat she had sent him ages ago, the shit-eating grin after he’d said it clarifying he was joking, clasping his hands around his jean-clad legs. “Do what you’ve gotta do, Alice. You’ll look amazin’. Y’know? You’re a beautiful girl. New chapter, new you. Even if you don’t know what’s comin’. Let me know and I’ll hook you up, I’m bleachin’ my hair for tour. Maybe you’d love it so much you’ll keep it.” Leaving his kids for a week was an anxiety-inducing thought he tried to push away, thinking about her question as a distraction and pursing his lips. “I have pictures... of almost everyone, there’s probably some outdated pictures of the cousins. Everyone else should be accurate. One of your cousins actually goes to school here in New York... you want me to set you guys up? Get to know each other.”
alice--elliot:
She gave her brother a small smile and said “Well, I know you weren’t expecting to have kids but for what it’s worth, you’re a wonderful father–I mean, you’ve had plenty of practice. But you have so much love for them and it’s just incredible.” She felt a little better when he insisted that her love for his children was not selfish. It was hard to accept that she may never be a mother herself but she liked the idea of being the fun aunt who took the kids for a day every week or so and gave their poor father a much-needed break. She gave a small chuckle and said “Well, whenever you need a break, you just let me know.” Alice wasn’t exactly sure where her own positivity came from–oddly enough, she hadn’t always been that way. She’d been a lot more cynical when she was younger but once she’d started to actually work towards recovery, she’d found hope in the idea that someday, things would be less shittier than they were now and even though the current situation with Alec was killing her, it was quite comforting to know that somewhere, there was entire family just waiting to meet her and greet her as one of their own. When he started to talk about their siblings, Alice listened intently. As he spoke, there were little things that she held onto, like the fact that Kasha had dark curls just like she did–there were darker similarities as well, though, like the fact that they were both alcoholics. She knew that Kasha was missing and that it’d been far too long since anyone had seen her. Like everyone else seemed to, part of Alice feared the worst but knowing more about her personality now, she could also see the possibility of Kasha just wanting to start over–a change of a name and some hair dye could get someone farther than some people might think. When he moved onto Alice Onyx, she held her breath. She’d heard parts of this story before and it broke her heart every time she thought of little Alice’s untimely demise. Truthfully, she was surprised that he said she reminded him of their little sister. She just sounded so…sweet and innocent, like such a ray of sunshine. That was a stark difference from how Alice viewed herself but now was not the time to speak on that. When he came to his conclusion, she intertwined her hand with his and gave it a squeeze. She couldn’t ever imagine having to experience something like that, especially not as an older sibling. When he compared her to their mother again, her eyes filled up again and a few tears fell, though she quickly wiped them away. “I know I would’ve loved them all, too..” When he finally got to Felix, she perked up when he said he liked books. “Wait, he likes to read? That’s perfect, I could talk about that all day!” Maybe it was silly to excited over but the whole prospect of meeting her entire Greek family made her nervous so it was nice to have some sort of a plan when it came to conversation. “Yeah, I would love to see pictures of them,” she said with a soft smile.
“You think so? I was kinda thinkin’ I’m doin’ a shit job goin’ it alone again... it’s been too long,” the raven-haired musician mumbled, sensing the bite of insecurity in his tone. He’d tried his hardest to shove it down and throw away the key; losing his wife had thrown him back to square one, convicted in the belief this might be his doing. Alice was right, though-- he loved his children more than anything in the world now and it was unbelievable what he’d do for them, everything he’d do for his siblings and more. On second thought, he was rarely selfish with those he cared for. Biting the tip of his tongue, staring down at his hands tucked in his lap, Hosea resolved to nod slowly. It was hard to say he needed help with it, reminding himself that at one time he had done it all by himself with one or two extra kids in tow. The notion he would be that weak now was hard to swallow. The past couple months had been arduous, struggling to juggle his children and work and his mental health, ultimately leaving his mental state to drown until he couldn’t breathe. It was easier to save the grief for nights when he was certain the bunch was down for bed for a few hours, to talk to the empty side of his bed like someone was still there to kiss his scars and tell him he was doing well. Instead, there was a ghost beside him every time Amaris cried that said it’s your turn, to which he mustered a reply to the nothingness-- it’s always my turn. Taking notice of his sister fighting a few tears, he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder and rub comfortingly, nodding his head and offering her a sympathetic smile. Experiencing emotions like those were normal, he thought, despite his awareness that the intensity he felt his own was atypical. Gaining a family was, for some, like having a child, the rush of emotions flooding through as if they had been present all along. Leaning his head against the back cushion of the couch, he turned his mismatched gaze to her when her sadness evolved to excitement, grinning crookedly. “Yeah, he loves books... he’s fuckin’ smart, you’ll like him. If you like photography, you can talk to my grandfathers about that, they both worked for National Geographic... just do not fuckin’ talk to them both about it-- your grandfather is so fuckin’ competitive, it drives me up a fuckin’ wall. Taka is pretty chill about it. Grandmother can tell you all about Brazil... I imagine the other one will be busy with dinner. God, the whole fuckin’ family is gonna be fuckin’ shocked that you’re not blonde anymore, you were so golden blonde as a toddler, I’m actually sad that it fuckin’ went away now that I know it was you...” Flicking her dark curls with a smirk, the older male winked at her playfully as he added, “You’d be a fuckin’ bombshell blonde, though. Tessa was blonde. Felix is sort of dirty blonde.” Turning his head to face the ceiling, Hosea chuckled and nodded. “Orion’s the scrapbook keeper, I’ll ask where he fuckin’ put them and bring them to you...” he agreed, lifting his hands to rub his tired eyes.
“Eugenia!” It was not the first time he had exasperatedly uttered her name that evening, skirting and weaving through the people at the party to chase after the dark-haired four year old. Christ. Thankfully, he was hands-free after passing on the baby to Heather temporarily so he could actually scarf down the food being served, after stern insistence from the other party that he needed nutrients if he didn’t want to fucking drop dead. The grape in his mouth was nearly choked on when his oldest daughter took off from his side out of the blue chasing something and Hosea made a beeline after her. Apparently, not fast enough for the girl. A mild amount of embarrassment arose when she reached out her chubby hands and latched onto someone’s costume and tugged at the flimsy fabric, no doubt gushing about how much she liked it. An eye for fashion, unlike Hosea or his sister-- in fact, nobody in the family had an eye for it, so he wasn’t sure where she had picked it up. A light blush on his face bleeding through the makeup he had applied, he puffed out his cheeks and leaned down to scoop the young girl clad in a fairy costume up in his arms, mumbling, “I am so fuckin’ sorry... She’s not usually this hyper. I think she had too many of the Sugar Babies.”
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alecinqueens:
“I wouldn’t touch you with your baby strapped to your chest.” Alec growled back. “You’re makin’ it real hard, but ‘m not an animal.” He had been though. At times in his life, he had broken his knuckles over less. They hadn’t looked like people to him then. They’d just looked like threats, faceless, loud, and asking for a fight. Cyrek couldn’t be that if he tried. Alec knew how important he was to Alice. Even if the kids weren’t here, he couldn’t spark a fight with Cyrek. Alec was already so far out in the dog house that he’d probably be living on the street permanently. He didn’t need to add assault of a close friend to the list of reasons for his wife to hate him.
Still, Cyrek never did himself any favors. Even an honest question was met with more hostility than Alec had seen between gang members. Maybe Cyrek just honestly hated him. It would certainly explain his need to talk down to Alec like he was a child that the education system couldn’t leave behind but wanted to. “She’s your fuckin’ sister. Got it.” Alec drawled, imitating Cyrek’s clipped tone. “You know, I’ve been wanderin’ ‘round tryin’ to figure out what’s real an’ what’s not. Thinkin’ Alice and I were in danger…An’ you can think whatever you want about that. Blame me for makin’ the wrong choice when I wan’t thinkin’ straight. Whatever makes you feel better than me, man. But, you don’t have to talk to me like I’m an idiot for missin’ the bus on your family reunion. I asked a question. Maybe lose the act.”
You’re makin’ it real hard. A loud exhale escaped him, presumably the start of a laugh that failed to blossom to fruition, muttering, “I get that a lot.” Too much. He wasn’t about to explain that this was just who he was, he was always a ticking timebomb about to go off, now more than ever. He’d made leaps and bounds but a disease crawled under the surface and prickled at the dermis of his skin, alerting his senses to become aggressive, swing into the mood on the wrong side of the pendulum. Alec didn’t scare him, whatever the case. He’d dealt with trials and tragedies of magnitudes that had turned his world upside down and flipped it inside out, tearing him apart and the taut events that he had faced were very real right off the page of a Hollywood horror. The struggle to regulate his emotions, to calm himself down and simmer the anger was increasingly difficult when he was met with further remarks that did little to dissuade him. Like Heather had learned, it did neither of them good when fire met fire, it only stoked his flames and blew up the volcano that dwelled in the depths of his empty sternum. It took everything in him to deliquesce the turmoil and keep his voice to a lull, closing his eyes and reminding himself to breathe. Fuck. Fuck, he wanted to go off and fucking scream into the woods or kick the shit out of the nearest reject pumpkin. Goddammit. Why is it so hard to let shit go? How do people do it? The laugh that escaped him was dry, withdrawing his hands from his pockets to clasp over his face and rake through his black hair. “Don’t do that, don’t fuckin’ do that-- I never said I was better than you, don’t you dare put words in my mouth like that. I’m not fuckin’ better than you, and this is not a fuckin’ act. You get it?” Hosea’s hands dropped to his sides after clutching his head and tilted his head when he looked at him. Mismatched eyes searched his face, sucking in a ragged breath and willing himself to force down the emotions in place of total numbness, letting the negativity fester beneath the surface. After a moment, he placed his hands on the bump protruding from his jacket where the baby was tucked in, mumbling, “You’re not an idiot. If I thought you were, I’d say it. Just own your shit to Alice and go home. My wife can’t come home, don’t deprive your wife like that. Buy flowers. Your paranoia wasn’t fuckin’ rational, but don’t use that as your loaded gun... she’s hurt, so you gotta say you are in the wrong, and...” Eyes flickering to the sides, he scuffed his shoe in the dirt. “Get some help. My brother stopped runnin’ away when he was medicated. I’m gonna go for a walk.” Turning on heel, he started to walk away from the bonfire, pausing in his tracks when a thought returned to his mind and shifting toward him. “It’s Hosea,” he said, looking to him and shrugging, “Just... don’t call me that anymore. I don’t want anyone to.” Locating a trail away from the bonfire, the musician walked away, humming a tune under his breath.
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“you’re probably right. but i always hear if something awful happens to a student while testing, everyone in the class just gets a passing grade.” he mentioned, pursing his lips to the side as he thought more about it. “but i’m not so sure i’m the one that wants to have something fucked up happen to them.” bo added before laughing softly, shrugging one of his shoulders. “i still think my systems fairly solid, she can just be an exception.” his gaze couldn’t help but find the infant again. he really didn’t mind kids, or babies, as long as he wasn’t the one who had to deal with them twenty-four seven. he couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh when the other joked about his age. “you’re almost right, i’m nineteen, so i guess i am still a fetus to most people.” shrugging yet again, his mind drifted off at the mention of getting laid. bo hadn’t had sex since high school, which he knows wasn’t all that long ago, but he still would have days when he would miss the close, intimate attention. he just let out a small cackle at the thought before nodding. “yeah, you’re pretty right about that.”
“Jesus, don’t traumatize their asses. I’m sure my entire fuckin’ graduatin’ class got a free pass for the entire day when I got hospitalized.” As if they gave a rat’s ass; however, his foster family had been fairly influential in the school system as a donating party, an older couple that gave back to the system for many years. He didn’t miss going to school, nor did he feel as if he had missed out on an opportunity by skipping out on college. His calling had always been skirting the edge of the norm, testing the frays of society for a place that he could stand out comfortable without being bothered. She can just be an exception. The musician smiled, appreciating the sentiment as he leaned back to view his daughter. Hosea refrained from fussing too much, drifting thin fingers along her cotton pyjamas. “Thanks... Guess she takes after her mama, she was a beautiful woman,” he spoke softly, “She’ll be breakin’ hearts before I know it.” The thought was far-off, he was concerned primarily with how Eugenia would grow up. Lifting his head to focus on Bo’s face properly, he snorted when he mentioned his age. Hell, all of his siblings except the very younger was older than him. “Well, you look really youthful. Don’t go to a casino unless you wanna be stopped fuckin’ constantly for an ID,” he simpered, sitting back in his chair and eyeing the trashcan a few feet away. The male was debating trying to chuck his cup into the trash. “Listen, I’m kind of a fuckin’ idiot, but I’ve been around the fuckin’ block. Switch to Starbucks or, y’know, do some extracurricular activity.”
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Throwback to my baby shower dinner with the whooooole fucking family before my summer tour. And by whole fucking family, I mean the WHOLE ASS FAMILY except for our respective families in Greece and South Korea... so really, I mean, us, my brother, all the fucking in-laws, my adoptive sisters, my brother’s wife’s family... it was fucking packed at this table right now and we ate good and celebrated a BABY GIRL!!!! I dressed nice for the occasion, therefore I deserve brownie points... and I had brownies for dessert.
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