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poorbcy *

              To say he’s been having a rough night would be to make a hell of an understatement— he’s suspected Lorcan of cheating on him (and it’s not like James is the paragon of faithfulness either) for a long while, but now that he’s finally got confirmation of this fact, it’s as if his life has been torn apart. He’s been drinking since three in the afternoon, wandering from pub to pub in London, and no one refuses to serve him because he’s a fuckin’ rockstar, he’s famous, he can do whatever the hell he wants. Somehow, James has realized that he’s on the same side as town as Bear, and why not look her up,right? The lights are on, that’s a good sign, although she doesn’t look too happy to see him. ❝ Just… just let me in. I— I need a drink. ❞ 

“ man... ” she speaks slowly, the slightest bit of annoyance kissing her voice because this is supposed to be a calm night, and whenever her superstar friend is around, it’s never just a calm night.  bear’s nose curls as she feels his alcohol-stained breath strangle the air between them--- she never did like seeing him so fuck’d up.  --- she’s drawing her brow together, pushing at him just a little so that they’re in the hallway of her complex, closing the door behind her quietly.  “ can’t you go--- can’t you go home? ” she’s looking at the floor, then up to him, “ do you want me to call-- uh-- lorcan, see if he can come and pick you up? ”  

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brxkenarm *

meanwhile, he’s holding both the clipboard and the pen in his hands but does so open-handed, resting on his palms, like he can’t quite grasp onto what is going on here, and he watches her pace back and forth for a little while. and though the look of confusion does not stray from his face, there’s an even bigger smile growing.

“that’s crazy.” and it could be he means everything, this whole ordeal, and her—–but he follows up his argument after a small pause, nodding to the clipboard, “—–dr. pepper is delicious. it’s, like, uh, a classic, right? you can’t just take that away.”

this petition is the perfect representation of what can happen to bear if she has too much time on her hands--- she’ll either sleep all day, or she’ll sit in her bedroom for hours upon HOURS and get herself all fired-up over dr. pepper.  she’s been this way her whole life, really.

“ you can’t-- you can’t be serious. ” bear dramatically throws her head back, brow creasing into some sort of shock as a quiet grunt of, “ oh my goooooddddd... ” is muttered to herself.  “ sprite is, like--- it’s so refreshing--!  it wakes you right up on a hot day. ” bear points her finger at him, “ dr. pepper can’t do that. ”

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traumeriin *

Rosemary doesn’t understand what she is talking about until she she motions to the scratch. ❝I do!❞ Since she has kids she always carries around a small first aid kit in case of emergencies. ❝I can clean up your cut if you want. I used to be a nurse.❞

“ oh, sweet. ” bear grins something wide, plopping herself down on the nearest flat surface.  “ you were? ” the blonde lifts her dress up just a little bit, leaning back, “ like, you’d stick people with needles and stuff? ” bear always loved her nurse back home in vermont, “ did you have-- did you have a favorite patient? ”

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the perks of being a wallflower (2012)

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

▍ FACE CLAIM: julia garner ▍ NAME: bear arnold-gordon ▍ AGE: twenty ▍ GENDER: CIS female ▍ NATIONALITY: american ▍ BIRTHDAY: february 2nd ▍ SUN SIGN: aquarius ▍ RESIDENCE: new york, new york ▍ MARITAL STATUS: single ▍ ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

L I K E S

▍ DRINK: sprite, oj ▍ FOOD: sweet potatoes, hash browns, peaches ▍ DAY OR NIGHT: evening ▍ SNACKS: scooby-doo fruit snacks ▍ SONG: a long way from home - the kinks ▍ QUOTE: “ see i just realized that i have two ears, so it's a waste to only listen to one thing. ” ▍ HISTORICAL CHARACTER: idk... ▍ PET: dogs, cows, cats ▍ BOOK: sister of my heart - chitra banerjee divakaruni ▍ COLOUR: pink ▍ FLOWER / PLANT: hydrangeas ▍ SEXUALITY: demisexual ▍ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

L O O KS

▍ BODY TYPE: noodle-like ▍ EYE COLOUR: light blue ▍ HAIR COLOUR:  blonde ▍ BODY REFERENCE: julia’s bod !

tagged by: @singingrass ( thank u lovey!!! )

tagging: @barbietm @jonahsaid @aliienantfarm @brxkenarm @lcvehues @athenawrought + whomever else~!

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singingrass *

     He helps her up to her feet with ease, then wipes his hands down the front of his jeans, damp with the dew that covered the grass as well. It’s a nasty habit his mother’s always berated him for, but that he couldn’t seem to stop. Jutting his chin for Bear to follow him on a route that leads out of the park, he retrieves a cigarette from the carton in his pocket and sticks it in the corner of his lips.

     “Colorado. Some parts’a town, you cold see the Rockies in the distance.” He smiles, perhaps a bit presumptuous in the way he figures Bear would want to know that kind of information; pausing only minutely as to light his smoke. “You from ‘round here? Always?”

“ --aw, man-- you’re serious? ” bear’s brow shoots up, her curly head bopping slowly as she matches job’s stride, “ i’ve always wanted to go... out west, you know? ” she squints, “ did you ever see any buffalo??? ” bear always dreamed of buying some nice, green ranch in utah ( or something ) with a big porch--- she pictures herself on a rocking chair, drinking a big ol’ cup of JOE ( even though she really hates coffee ). 

bear shakes her head, a pang of sadness brewing in her heart, “ no, i grew up in vermont, ” she mutters with a quiet yawn, “ my dad and stepmom have a--- they have a chicken farm, ” bear grins widely, pauses, then abruptly, “ not for the meat, though--! for the eggs. ”

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brxkenarm *

his eyes are closed to the sun, he’s been like this for minutes; doesn’t open them until he hears her small voice and then he has to blink against the light for a few seconds. in front of his nose, a brown clipboard with text he can’t read yet.

“you’re a what?”

he turns the clipboard over in his hands, looking at the text, the world returning into focus, and it doesn’t last a second before a scoffing laugh erupts from his lips.

“—–wait, what is this? are you serious?”

“ okay--- uhhh--- hear me out, ” 

bear staggers her hands out in front of herself, a single blonde curl dragging across her forehead as her body sways lightly.  bear isn’t sure of many things in life, but she is positive that dr. pepper is the most disgusting drink on the face of this fine planet--- her problem arises in that she is not too persuasive of a gal ( probably because she forgets what she’s talking about within minutes of her pathetic coercion ).  

“ i just think that--- ” she ponders for a moment, pacing slowly in front of the stranger and then coming to an abrupt stop once she finds the words, “ i feel like dr. pepper is just gross--- it’s, like--- it shouldn’t even be produced anymore, you know? ”

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singingrass *  

   Her first words make him both smile and frown with partial amusement, partial confusion - him? Woody? Sure, he’s lanky and a little tall, but… what, is he blindly devoted to some sort of higher power and will to anything to be in its ——— oh. Well. Suppose he sees now exactly why he reminds her of Woody. It doesn’t make him smile anymore.

     He lets himself drift off on those bitter thoughts a moment before he looks to Bear again when she speaks his name; then, a hint of a smile returning to his face, nods in agreement. “Yeah, sure. C’mon, I’ll give you a lift.” Pushing himself back to his feet, he wipes his hands down the front of his jeans before offering them to her as to help her up.

     “You know anywhere ‘round here that sells it?”

bear always wondered what the difference was between gelato and ice cream--- she always enjoyed the chill that kissed the inside of her mouth when consuming the italian treat and shivered whenever some good sorbet traveled down her throat.  she’ll have to look this stuff up later ( she’ll forget ).  ---- maybe it’s the ingredients ? also, what is the origin of ice cream ??? 

bear wraps her fingers around job’s hands, grunting as she pulls herself up from the cold ground--- she’s got that itch on her legs that you get from sitting on damp grass.  “ uh.... ” she shrugs sheepishly, “ i’m sure we can find somewhere. ” bear looks up towards the brunette, her head tilting to the side-- he doesn’t seem to have a new york accent, “ where’d you--- where’d you grow up, anyway? ”

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fortmiinable *

  “that is how the world seems to work…” she mused softly, a soft smile on her smile. a soft sigh left arbriel’s lips as she crossed her legs. she had never seen a desert before. for a moment, she wondered what the hot sand would feel like. “but, to answer your question, i have thought about the desert.”

  truthfully, she hadn’t explored further than the city she landed in. arbriel knew about the desert from news footage and talk. it seemed so… mystical to her. a barren land that only allowed the toughest of plants and animals to flourish was such a strange concept to her. even kushan was more fruitful than this desert of earth.

“ the desert is so... like, it’s so... ” bear searches for the right word, tongue pressing defiantly against the roof of her mouth, “ it’s so scary, you know??? it’s almost kind of, like... ” she glances at the brunette, “ kind of humbling, i guess. ” 

bear has always been a curious girl--- she often recalls the annoyance that would lace a teacher’s breath whenever she would raise her hand, questions regarding ‘ what does any of this mean, anyway? ’ or ‘ well, how do we know for sure? ’ spewing out of her mouth without a second thought.  “ like... uh... ” her eyes wander, “ i couldn’t survive out in the desert, you know??? like-- people just don’t give animals enough credit, methinks. ”

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              Once, I told you I was afraid of my father,                  and for a moment, I looked so human,                               the audience lost interest.

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singingrass *  

  He huffs at that, another of his quiet, hiccupy laughs — wants to say Amber sounds like a stripper name, but then, he supposes he’s met some Ambers down the line who were not, in fact, strippers, and doesn’t particularly want to offend anyone. Could he have been named something else? Job is rather uncommon and, to be perfectly honest, sort of a dick move on his parents’ behalf, naming him after one of the most miserable people to have ever lived — but then, biblical-themed names aren’t exactly uncommon in the Edwards household.

     … but still. Couldn’t they have picked Elijah to be his first name rather than the second? It’s just so much more… well, so much less miserable.

     “Would you want a different name? I mean, not Amber, necessarily. Whatever, if you could pick for yourself.” And suppose people can pick names for themselves, but the name you were given at birth sort of sticks, doesn’t it? He sucks on is cigarette and turns his head away from her as to exhale the smoke, watching it curl away from them and disappear into the night. “I think I might’ve chosen somethin’ else.”

with the patchy grass poking at her palms and itching the back of her knees, bear finds herself smiling absently as she recalls that super-cool cowboy game she and her brother used to play. she’s incredibly fond of these innocent memories from her youth--- of how absolutely obsessed she and her sibling were with this game, giving themselves cool cowboy names, like rick and bill, and laying beneath the stars after they had secured their ““““horses”””” for the night.

“ you know... ” she considers his question for a moment, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as she firmly shakes her head, “ i don’t-- i don’t think i’d do that, ” bear responds quietly, “ i think my name is soo-per cool. ” the blonde laughs lightly, her eyebrow dipping in question as the brunette says he might’ve picked something different, “ ...why would you? ” she ruminates on his response for a minute or two, her nose crinkling to the side as she gazes considerately towards the sky,  “ i think... ” bear lets out a low breath, “ i think you’ve got a--- you’ve got a nice name, you know? ” she nods, “ i’ve never met anyone named job before. ”

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fictionborn *

Holy shit. There is something unholy about being awake before at least eleven. At first they think the knocking must be the cops telling them to park somewhere else, but it’s just Bear – looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite the pillow marks still on her face, eager as a puppy. Nicky’s got last night’s makeup in dark circles around their eyes and a hangover the size of Kentucky.

“…Dude.” It’s about all Nicky can muster this early in the morning. They haven’t even had time to put on their cis-straight-person voice! “…дайте нам ещё пять минут…” The Russian slurs out of their mouth tiredly before they rub at their face and start climbing out of the side door. “What’s with the table?”

as if seeing her sleepy friend had somehow ignited a spark in her spine, bear’s grin grows into something much larger, and the table that had been leaning weakly against her side flops loudly against the hard ground. --- “ ahhhh, shit. ” bear goes to pick up the pesky item, but instead waves her hand at it ( she’ll get it in a moment, she has to recuperate after carrying that thing for a mile or so ). 

“ hey--- uh--- hey, lazy-bones ! ” she blinks slowly, “ well, you see, ” her gazes flickers to the cloudy sky above, lazily tracking a passing airplane, “ well, you see, i was thinking--- i was thinking that you and me, ” bear shakes the jug of lemonade at nicky, “ i was thinking that you and me would have our own lemonade stand... how about that? ”

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fazyluny *

         “  this is called astronaut ice cream,  but it tastes like cotton candy.  but sugar is sugar.  i’ll eat it.  “

bear nods blankly at the brunette, considering her statement for a solid minute or so before the gears in her head begin to turn--- why does astronaut food have to be packaged differently? is it possible to vacuum-pack vegetables? better yet, what ingredients are put in these strange foods that make them taste identical to the real thing? 

“ hey-- how do they... ” bear reaches her hand out, producing a silent request, “ how do they even make this stuff? ”