#about pete

[worldoftheskeptic]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

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Originally posted by moubrave

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?  “Peter Venkman.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “Oh, you caught me. I'm using an alias."

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Something about a saint, hah.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?  “Depends.” *

(verse dependent)

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? "I'm told I can be very persuasive. That means annoying in most cases. I have a six drink minimum, and if you want me gone, I'll leave before sunrise.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?  “Blue.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?  “No, are you kidding me? I'd have to bleach it first.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?  "I have a few cousins, an aunt...”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?  “I had a couple goldfish for awhile.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.  "Waking up before nine a.m. Why beat rush hour when you can miss it entirely?”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?  "Napping, tv, sometimes I read. I collect a lot of garbage.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “I wasn't trying to, but yeah. I gotta work on that.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?  "I'd love to, but who has the time?”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “Homo sapiens."

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.  “Alcohol and emotional distance.”  

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?  “Do you think I'd be like this if I had any role models?”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?  “Something like that.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?  “Not regularly.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?  “Yeah, I think I've had enough practice.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?  “I'm sure we do. I'd like it if they'd actually show up when there's a PR disaster.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?  "Maybe being right about myself all along, maybe dying alone, maybe cockroaches, the key is suppressing your feelings until you are so emotionally numb all you can muster is sarcasm.”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?  “Blazers, patterns, business casual, stuff like that. And no underwear.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?  “Do I have to limit myself to one person?"

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?   "Some would say no class, I would say high class. Realistically? Middle class or lower depending on the week.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?  “Oh god...more than I can count right now. That's kind of a nice feeling I guess.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?  “Depends on the pie. Sometimes it's too messy to deal with.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK?  “Coffee, whiskey, or both.”

[No. 28 seems to have disappeared…]

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?  “The football stadium during a Jets game. No, the couch during a Jets game, with some hot wings, pizza, chips, and spinach dip.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?  “It's not so much a someone as an idea. The idea of the end of this interview.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?  “Kind of a weird pretense to ask a stranger to whip it out in public, don't you think? Better luck next time, Slugger."

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?  “You know where I live, don't you? I'd rather swim in a pool. But I guess the ocean would be an exception if I were in say, the Bahamas.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?  “Tall, dark and Sarcastic. Or tall and dark. Tall. Alive. Human.”

34. ANY FETISHES?  "Not whipping it out in public obviously. Am I going to have to report you for harassment?”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?  "I spoke too soon I guess. If I have to be honest, my favorite position is upside down, hanging from a swing in high heels."

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?  “Indoors. In this scenario, is sex still involved?”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?  "From the moment I met you, honeybunches.”

[peterpetti-grows-blog]

“We come from the earth,                  we return to the earth,                                   and in between we garden.”

Peter was born into a family of soft smiles and softer demeanor, into a house and a farm cradled in the golden light of the Cheshire countryside. They were happy, there, a man and the love of his life, and a baby born from wedlock, but they were happy there. It was quiet, the lambs louder than any of their neighbours, but they were happy there, and maybe Peter would trip over the feet of others in the schoolyard, and something wasn’t quite right with his parents, with the secret conversations and the constant phone calls and slowly it was he that would haul the hay and he that would shear the sheep in spring and his schoolwork was often cast aside in favour of sowing or lambing season, but they were happy there. Right? And then suddenly it was all plucked from them, though perhaps not as suddenly as it had seemed to Peter, perhaps it had been coming for a long time, but one day his mother was making jam and feeding chickens, and the next he was in a suit that didn’t quite fit and a starched collar that jutted into his chin, and it was just him and his father, stranded in a house that felt too big and a farm that didn’t seem worth the hassle, anymore. But his dad was a man’s man, a farmer with broad shoulders and a broader pride, and if they didn’t talk of the work to be done they didn’t talk at all. It was by himself that Peter would learn to evade certain children in the yard, by himself that he worked his way into a group of friends, by himself that he began to hoard pocket money for cigarettes and by himself that he learned that staying out ‘till the wee hours of the morning was far, far less crushing than a dad that would hardly nod at him on the best of days, and a family that he hardly knew, because she should have never ran off with that boy, and it’s his fault, you know, that she was stranded out there. So he buried himself in work at home and the antics of these friends - who had not so long ago felt like the enemy - who, eventually, he grew to belong with, as that streak of bitterness grew a little stronger, the product of being resented by grandparents he would never meet, and a family of barely-one. He grew to belong, and the hours spent crowded around in a haze of smoke and alcohol and preteen angst and they all took themselves a little too seriously, but it was friendship of sorts, and it was his.  And so when Peter hit eleven and his letter arrived, it felt not like a little piece was being torn from him, but like he was the little piece being torn from something larger, a gap that would no-doubt be smoothed over by some other scuffed-up country kid that felt like they couldn’t care less, but with Hogwarts came the Marauders, and with the Marauders came what Peter had craved for what felt like an eternity. A family.  And while he loved his dad, loved him more than he could - or wanted to try - put into words, and the sheer idea of losing him was unthinkable, it had been a while since he’d felt loved back. And the Marauders embodied friendship, real friendship, not the situational shit his friends from home, where they had all needed something a little better, a little more real, but nobody wanted to admit it or dared to hope for something more intimate than sharing a cig and a bottle of Bacardi Breezer, and Merlin, Peter was more grateful for them than he was comfortable with voicing.  And through the years, if Peter began to acquire a plant here, and there, and suddenly everywhere, it wasn’t his fault, right? Because with every sprout he willed to grow, every seed he sowed with gentle hands, he could remember the farm that he returned to each summer and each winter, his return a bittersweet experience. With that came the memory of a tinkly laugh and rolled-up sleeves, and any connection, big or small, was one he was happy to cling to. Any connection to the happy family, as distant and hazy as they might seem, was one he wrapped himself up in, bathing in the warm glow of childhood. He loved the science of it, but also the labour of love so deeply associated with it, the process of watching something he created coming to life. He loved being good at something, for once in his life, loved the gleam of pride his dad would look at him with when he carted in a new harvest of carrots, of tomatoes, of peas- and that pride was so fucking short in stock and so fucking high in demand that any sense of that meant tenfold to him than it really should have. So he grew what he could fit into pots through the year, and carted himself and his plants off home every summer, to turn hay and feed chickens alongside the farm workers his dad had once hired to replace him, a little bit jealous that he was that easy to replace. And the man himself would smile at his son and they would talk cattle feed and tasks and weather conditions, and pretend that that was all there ever was to talk about, day in and day out. He would meet back up with the friends - his allies, his peers - that he had spent countless hours drinking and smoking and talking shit with, once, and they would try to do the same and every year it would feel a little bit less genuine and a lot more sour. And if, when he greeted his friends - his friends, his brothers - the following year, his shoulders a little tighter than before and his eyes a little wearier, it was for no reason in particular, I swear James, and he would pack away the tiredness under a layer of nonchalance and ease and reach for a smoke. 

[worldoftheskeptic]

Anger Type: Balanced

Uuuuh huh. Sure.

[aplethoraofwords]

i love him and he loves me. not everyone can say the same.

aplethoraofwords

[squuart]

Headcanon: Pete thinks that guys who can skateboard are hot as hell but he won't admit it bc he's a little pissbaby and it's not goth

[redscoot]

✚ ♕ ✿ ␛ ♆ ϡ ღ † ✄ ☂ 8>

wah! Willy gave me so many!

Health- Pete gets sick very easily, its why he hates the cold so much. It is not much help that Pete is also a hypocondria

Childhood- Pete really only had one good friend outside of his family, a girl named Alice White. He hasn't talked to her since he did his college stint.

Happiness- Pete gets really happy over the smallest things, like when people share things with him or take him to mc donalds

Anger- When Petes mad, he'll make damn well sure you are as miserble as he is for the next week or so. His anger can range from chain smoking on the balcony to meat headded fist fighting

Body- Petes realy self conciouss of the scars he has on his body from his accident to Vietnam. He doesent like taking his shirt off.

Mental State- Pete puts on a facade, he tries to ignore and push a lot of the things that  bother him aside and be happy but, he's really hurting inside from the war and other past incidents

Love- Peters really only been in love once, but when things fell apart due to circumstances out of his control , he takes all the blame on himself. So whenever things go south now, he stresses too much over what he may or may not have done wrong.

Religion- After some of the things he's seen, Pete doesent beleive much of anything.

Pet Peeve- Pete hates it when people leave clean clothes on the floor. Its not where they belong.

Food- Petes love of strawberries comes from a bonding moment with his brother as a kid.

[redscoot]

"Well I'm a high ridin' surfer and it takes three crunchers and a heavy to wipe me out I can do a double spinner before you count to three Whoa oh, king of the surf that's me"

[redscoot]

12 {Cough cough}

OH uh, well I think it goes without sayin' I like bein' on da bottom end of things if ya catch my drift.