art journey

roland tucker ; 23 ; alphabet boy ; 

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@/ Rolandtucker-art: Photos from honeymoon! Living my best model life back home.

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TEXT: Hey Roland! Happy Wedding Day. Your gifts will come shortly :-) come hang out with me when you have time. I want to congratulate you properly :-)

TEXT: THANK YOU!!! I will stop by tomorrow morning :) :) :) :)

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a small box is presented, inside there are a few roses, a sketchbook, container full of candy, and a kamasutra book. one note says: Hey, Roland and Ace. This is Samantha and Heather, I hope you had a glorious wedding day and you two will be able to live a wonderful life together. Here's a little something from both of us just incase we don't make it to the ceremony on time. Take care of yourself xoxo

Roland smiled, grabbing the small box. “A-ace, c-come here.” He smiled as he opened up the small box. It was so sweet to be thought of on a day like this - such a special day. As he went through the things, the roses and the sketchbook, the kamasutra book making his face turn a bright red. “I w-will h-have to make a t-thank you call.”  He could feel tears stinging his eyes - another countless number for today. He felt so thankful.

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@rolandtucker-art : Married! Je t’aime pour toujours. @acevalentinehq

[ajaskween]

‘Stand there and look cute for a second’

[ladyaureliapetrova]

Aurelia didn’t know what kind of a person would combine a bookstore with a bar, but she had to admit that they were something of a genius.  She had been exploring the city when the sign had caught her eye and, intrigued, she had entered.  There had been a bit of a kerfuffle when she presented her ID – two different staff members had inspected it, ensuring it was legitimate – and only her curiosity stopped her from abandoning the endeavor altogether.  But now, settled in a worn leather chair with a cocktail in one hand and a small stack of books on the table beside her, she felt glad she hadn’t let her minor annoyance stop her from venturing further.

Another patron approached and Aurelia realized she’d spread her things out more than she should have, even though there was no one else in the reading room.  “Oh, my apologies,” she said, setting down her drink and gathering her coat and bag.  “I shouldn’t be so messy, was this the chair that you wanted to sit in?”

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Roland probably shouldn’t be here. He got too wasted on the trip, waking up sick and cranky but at this point, wedding nerves were getting to him and realizing the lack of their own funds when getting back from their honeymoon after all that too. He had his Harry Potter book in his hand, then a half empty margarita in the other. He kept to himself mostly, that was until seeing a grown man bothering the younger women. “E-excuse me.” Roland got up, putting his book down and grabbing his cane instead. “H-hey S-sally, S-sorry I w-was running late.” He hoped the man had seen him before. He had quickly left her alone, turning the other way. “S-sorry -” He blushed, face red.

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callxmexcj:

CJ stayed standing until Roland was no longer on the counter, wanting to make sure he was okay. He knew the other did it constantly, but he always worried. Then he sat and thought about his answer. “Umm. School is okay. I’m making friends, which seems weird, because I’m almost ten years older than most of them. Work is the same. Nice and quiet. I usually get homework done there,” he replied.

“B-but friends are good!” Roland smiled. He couldn’t really pretend like he wasn’t jealous of them. They got to spend the most time with CJ because on campus too and Roland felt stupid a lot of the time. “I n-need t-to come see you a-at work more. Y-you c-can read to m-me. O-or I c-can’t read to you!” He exclaimed, but then quieted down a bit. “O-or we c-can be quiet - sorry.”

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callxmexcj:

“Pasta sounds great,” CJ smiled, taking Roland’s hand and letting him pull him off the bed towards the kitchen. “Not that there’s much to talk about, but I’m sure I can find something to update you on,” he chuckled.

Roland quickly grabbed the things he needed, letting CJ sit on a stool he usually used when sleepy. He climbed on counter to grab pasta, going under the counter for the pot and then water. “H-how’s school? O-or work?”

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callxmexcj:

CJ stayed laying for a moment, smiling. “I guess I could eat. I don’t think I’ve had anything since before class this morning. So, yes. Food.”

Roland smiled. He was allowed to cook a bit more, and Ace trusted him better too which helped with his confidence. “We c-can make pasta!” He giggled, putting his hand out for CJ to grab and pull him off the bed. “A-and you c-can tell me a-about things in your l-life now!”

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callxmexcj:

CJ chuckled softly, brushing Roland’s hair back from his forehead a bit. “Not really, but still. You’re allowed to do what you want,” he repeated, ruffling his friend’s hair. “It will be. You and Ace will be great.”

Roland gave CJ a small cheek kiss before sitting himself pushing himself  to sit up. “Do you want some f-food? I c-can make food?”

[jaycrtiz]

“Alright here’s the deal.” Jay was tired. The whole week had been full of endless classes and new clients with stupid needs and a flair for the dramatic. It was late already, nearing dusk when the boy finally found his next client. “The fee was set as a hundred an hour, and you booked me till midnight. That’s some Cinderella shit right there. I’m not gonna do anything sexual with you, I’m not a prostitute. If you want some of this, it’s fifty bucks extra for an hour. Alright, we got that? Good. Now tell me what you need from me, time is money and I’m broke.” Finally he looked up from the details on his phone screen and took a good look at the client. “Wait –” He paused. This wasn’t… “Fuck, you’re not my client, are you?” The realization hit him like a truck and Jay wanted to sink through the earth and go straight to Hell. He wasn’t one to be easily embarrassed given his occupation but randomly talking in such detail to a random person was too much for his guarded mind to even comprehend. “Wow, okay, shit – I confused you with someone else. Could you ignore all that?” Jay didn’t plead. He never pleaded or apologized even if it was something he wanted to do in the situation. What if it was one of his classmates? With this thought in mind, Jay scooted further away from the poor stranger that had to listen to him. “I’ll buy you a beer if you ignore everything I just said.”

[rolandtucker-art]

Roland was glued to his favourite booth in the room. Trying to make some artwork, focus on a few ideas between work sessions. He sipped his drink happily until someone sat in front of him, taking his attention. “Uh --” Roland drawn on as the other started talking, which make Roland feel light headed and panicked. “N-not a c-client.” He furrowed his brows, kinda confused about what he was asking. “A b-beer sounds g-good though.”

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zacharyconnor:

“that sounds nice.” zachary smiled at the younger boy. he began picking up his sets and lens, things he had always carried around although he was aiming for just casual snaps this morning. “it looks nice. i’m really bad at drawing. you should teach me sometime.” he said with a growing grin. “how have you been by the way?”

Roland pulled himself up off the ground, dusting off the snow he had gathered on his pants. “You’re s-so good at photography t-though!”

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callxmexcj:

“That’s good. I hope you really like it,” he said. CJ noticed the tears soaking into his shirt, but he didn’t say anything. He knew doing so had a possibility to further upset the boy, but he didn’t mind it anyway. “What if he did get mad? Then you would have to get mad back because you have a right to do what you want to do, no matter your marital status. And you know you’re always welcome to stay with me if you ever felt the need to.”

Roland lifted his head, looking back at CJ with raised brows. “H-have you ever s-seen me g-get r-really mad?” Maybe once or twice, but even then. It would too overwhelming and quickly have him just passing out. “H-hopefully will be okay.”

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callxmexcj:

“Do you think you’ll like it?” CJ asked, wanting his friend to be happy. He kept his fingers running through the other’s hair, trying to keep Roland calm. “Hey now.. You know Ace would never be like that. It’s okay to worry, but I am 100% sure he’ll be okay with your choice to do this.”

“It s-seems nice. I s-start when I c-come back.” Rland admitted. He probably had some tears which made CJ’s shirt damp, but that didn’t bother him. They were both used to his crying. “I know. But - what if?”

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zacharyconnor:

zachary smiled when he recognised whom he had been talking to. he hadn’t spent time with roland in such a long time and honestly he felt like he was being a bad friend.. or maybe that was just his insecurity getting the best of him. he didn’t want to lose people like roland or margaret, they’d been the a few of the people he felt comfortable talking to. “thank you. i should get a better angle probably.” he mused outloud. “what’s that sketch about?”

“Maybe w-we can move to the b-bench over there?” Roland put his pencil behind his ear, showing his drawing of the same scene with him. “It’s j-just a practice, of s-scenery.”

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callxmexcj:

“That’s cool, Roland. Have you met them yet?” CJ asked. Roland’s next words surprised him, but he school his face, even as the other hid his. “Oh, really? Why not? I’m sure he’d understand your reason for getting a job,” CJ said, running his fingers through his friend’s hair. “That’s great! Are you excited to be home? Any fun trips planned?”

“Y-yeah, I had to d-do a few t-test sittings, b-but it was okay.” He kept his face there, nuzzling his nose against the material now. “J-just ashamed. I d-don’t w-want him to be mad. Or t-to tell me to quit.” He admitted, though he knew well there wouldn’t be any of that he couldn’t help the anxiety.

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callxmexcj:

“You did? That’s exciting. What it is? What does Ace think about it?” He asked, not meaning to bombard his friend with questions. CJ couldn’t help it, he was happy for Roland. He was looking forward to being there for Roland and Ace as they got married. “Where are you going for your honeymoon again?”  

“J-just babysitting f-for a family. S-single dad and a l-little girl.” It was nice, though strange someone was willing to hire him. He thought they were nice, and Roland was getting a bit more reliable to hold a real job. “I havn’t t-told him yet.” He admited, quickly hiding his face in Cj’s side to hide from his reaction. “W-we are going to F-France though, to s-see my home and s-stuff.” He mumbled into the marial of his shirt, muffled a bit.