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※ JENNA & JULIEN PODCAST #185 DRUNK STORIES SENTENCE STARTERS ※
starters from the 185th episode of the jenna & julien podcast ! feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more j&j
“Why do you have to wear that…?”
“Dear God, it’s me, Jenna…”
“I don’t even know where to look at you.”
“It’s based on skill alone.”
“Your daughter’s being a brat.”
“It’s fun. It’s fun chaos.”
“Why is that so accurate?”
“Wow, that, actually, for some reason, makes a lot of sense.”
“We watched shit go down and it was insane and weird and crazy.”
“What you’re not gonna do is sit in here and cry.”
“More pizza places really need to start putting potato slices on pizza.”
“It took her five minutes to get from the door to the fire, which was a very short walk.”
“She starts closing one eye and staring at all of us as we’re talking, like really trying to listen in by closing one eye.”
“She takes her purse and slams it on his lap, like so loud that it made this audible… like, someone smacking someone with a purse…!”
“Oh my god, I didn’t realize that they knew each other… oh my god, they don’t know each other.”
“That woman just stood up and was that fucked up that she hit that man for no reason.”
“This is gonna escalate really quickly.”
“I am now inserting myself in a situation I don’t need to be.”
“Uh, things are happening.”
“We all thought she was just gonna fall into the fire.”
“Here’s the terrifying part; she had not been drinking at all.”
“That’s a scary alternative.”
“If somebody did that to you, I would’ve stood up and been like, what’re you doing?”
“He expressed that he was genuinely concerned.”
“Can you imagine getting arrested because someone drugged you?”
“If you’re trying to buy someone a shot, don’t hand it to them, at least let them watch the bartender make it.”
“You wanna eat some toothpaste real quick? It might be good.”
“I have never forgotten this person. I met him one night, and one night only, and then I never saw him again after that. Why can’t I forget this person, you ask? Let me tell you why…!”
“He was one of those people that was so full of energy nonstop.”
“I’m gonna break my record…!”
“It’s dark, but he gets completely naked. Stay with me.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.”
“All of a sudden, he goes, 1, 2, 3…!”
“I can’t believe I’m telling this story.”
“We’re all just standing up like what in the fuck is that guy doing?”
“That is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard.”
“There’s absolutely an explanation as to why you remember that.”
“Can you even be mad at something like that?”
“What’s the record…?”
“It was just the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Alright, that was weird, back to hanging out.”
“I think he’s doing big things.”
“You’ve gotta be bottomless to get to the top.”
“What would you do if you saw someone open your Playstation, diligently press close, and go back to bed?”
“How do you deal with a situation like that?”
“Something bad’s gonna happen. I know something bad’s gonna happen.”
“I thought we were gonna watch someone get hit by a car. Really.”
“I’m outside, time to punch somebody.”
“Not only is he just making a complete fool of himself and it’s hilarious, but he’s doing it right at the cops.”
“The cops have to listen to this idiot sing at him.”
“Here’s a night where we can party.”
“No fucking idea who you are.”
“I think they did fucking drugs in the bathroom.”
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS .
APHRODITE : laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO : glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.
ARES : armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS : keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA : discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER : soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS : drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS : the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA :
resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES : devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON : storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS : thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
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YOU CAME INTO THIS WORLD the day before Thanksgiving in 1972. You were your parents only child but they weren’t thankful for you, and you weren’t thankful for them. Your mother disappeared not too long after you turned seven years old, and your father never really knew how to take care of you. You spent a lot of your time alone to hide from him and the abuse that you endured. There were days you didn’t eat , and even more days where you didn’t know if you’d live to see the sun the next morning. You ran away from home , destined to find a better place rather than this. You’re sixteen. You’re still young. There’s hope for you yet. YOU FALL IN LOVE with kind souls , and you’ve been broken a few too many times along the way. You know that no one could be worse than your own flesh and blood, so you allow yourself to fall into that cycle over and over again until someone sticks. You meet him , he’s everything that you needed . He was kind, and strong, and the way he’d whisper into your ear was enough to make your entire world stop. You love him, and you couldn’t imagine living without him. You’re twenty-two, and you’re in love , and you think you can stay like this forever. You fall pregnant later that year, and you couldn’t be happier. You’re glowing, and you feel warm, and you don’t think of the crushing possibilities that could happen. You just see a future with a child and a husband and your world is at peace. You’ve won. You’re happy now. The trauma is still there, but you notice it less and less every single day. The past doesn’t hurt you as much anymore.
YOU LOSE YOURSELF after a miscarriage. You were only three months into a pregnancy that couldn’t stabilize itself. You feel so much guilt and shame and you aren’t sure of how you can find peace with what happened. You go back to your old ways of coping, and you isolate yourself so you can find ways to come to terms with what really happened. All you know is that you can’t face him. You can’t face telling him what happened. That you lost their child. He eventually catches on, but his own nature knew that you never stood a chance at supporting a pregnancy to full term. Instead of telling you the truth, he leaves you. He tells you that he can’t do this. That you were just a little too much for him. You’re alone again. You don’t know you can survive a break this bad. You wonder if you had it in you to survive this time.
YOU TURN COLD and after crawling yourself out of that darkness, you start looking into everything you can to find the man that left you all alone. You just want to know why. Why you weren’t good enough, why he disappeared. Why he wasn’t here during your darkest hour. You finally track him down in a small town just outside of St. Louis, and you confront him. The answers aren’t what you want. It’s your biggest fears incarnate. You aren’t good enough. He never loved you. You’re too much of a disappointment. The entire relationship that you had was a lie. You beg for him to give you a second chance. When he tries to walk away, you get violent and you get bold, shoving him against the back of a concrete wall. He looks at you with pitch black eyes, and he attacks, fangs sinking into your neck. You cry out for help, but it’s too late and there’s no one else around. Your body falls limp to the ground, and he flees, leaving your body to rot. You should have been dead anyways.
YOU’RE PRONOUNCED DEAD on January 7th, 1998. You don’t remember much from what happened that night, but you do remember how everything came back. How old memories you’ve repressed for ages just returned and replayed over and over again until it made you keel over in the most physical pain you’ve experienced. You think that it couldn’t get worse, but you feel a burning sensation in the back of your throat, and nothing you seem to do will get rid of it. You aren’t hungry for a proper meal, or thirsty for any type of beverage. This hunger was unimaginable. You didn’t know how you were still alive. You could feel your heart slow in that alley. You can remember the last breath that you take in order for oxygen to get into your lungs. Until everything becomes dark once again. When you wake up this time, you know what you need to do. When an innocent bystander asks if you need help, your teeth sink into his neck and you rely on an instinct. The taste is one you’ll crave for the rest of eternity, and this is all you know now.
THIS IS YOUR REBIRTH .
* THE BASICS
NAME: maggie mccullough DATE OF BIRTH: november 22, 1972 DATE OF DEATH: january 7, 1998 AGE: 26 appearing, 46 in actual years. LOCATION: st louis, missouri. OCCUPATION: nomad. GENDER: cis female SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual, heteroromantic ETHNICITY: american SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english SPECIES: vampire. HAIR COLOR: a bright, vibrant red. when she was a human, her hair frizzy and never really kept a curl, but once she turned, she learned what hair care meant and spent a lot of time finding ways to have it curled and look good. EYE COLOR: hazel before becoming a vampire, dark brown / black now that she’s a vampire. HEIGHT / BODY TYPE: five foot six. she has toned features, mainly her arms, abdomen, and her calves. SCARS: she has a permanent scar around her wrist from when her father would grab her arm too tight to pull her towards something. while it never became a scar, there is permanent discoloration around her wrist. TATTOOS: none.
* INNER WORKINGS
MENTAL CONDITIONS: ptsd, night terrors, manic depression PHYSICAL CONDITIONS: POSITIVE TRAITS: she’s good at turning it on when it comes to her personality. she’s good at loving someone as long as that connection is true. NEGATIVE TRAITS: pessimistic, refuses to see the good in people anymore, has unhealthy ways of coping with life and her existence. FEARS: losing her child, never being able to find someone to keep her happy / being alive forever and never being able to have a mate. MBTI: tba. ENNEAGRAM: tba. TEMPERAMENT: tba. MORAL ALIGNMENT: tba.
SWEAR TO GOD i ain’t ever gonna repent , mama can i get another amen ? / promo credit.