#time went by

[aiiwa]

omg my one year anniversary for my blog is coming up hssjsksksk

[meditating-dog-lover]

Damn

My close friend from college is going to be a dad.

[alwcys-with-you]

About Roxas

Archetype —  Hero - Strong and perseverant with boundless ambition. Birthday — 9/29/2019 technically.  Zodiac Sign — Libra MBTI — ISTJ-T Enneagram — Type 5 - the Investigator Temperament — Melancholic Hogwarts House — Burned Gryffindor Primary, Slytherin Secondary Moral Alignment — Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice — Antisocial, Isolated Primary Virtue — Resilient, Intelligent Element — Air

Overview: Mother — None (Born of Magic) Father —  None (Born of Magic) Mother’s Occupation — NA Father’s Occupation — NA Family Finances — NA Birth Order — Only child Brothers —  None Sisters — None Other Close Family — None Best Friend — None Other Friends — None Enemies — TBD Pets — None Home Life During Childhood — Didn’t have a childhood. He gets some glimpses of Sora’s, so he has a weird fondness for the beach. Town or City Name(s) — None What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — None, but he has some appreciation for travel and magic books thanks to Sora Any Sports or Clubs — None Favorite Toy or Game — None. Vague knowledge of Pokemon Schooling — Some knowledge of Vulpus lectures Favorite Subject — None Popular or Loner — Loner Important Experiences or Events — Being created and waking up in Sora’s apartment. Nationality — None Culture — None Religion and beliefs — None

Physical Appearance Face Claim —  Nakamoto Yuta Complexion — light skinned Hair Colour — brown/black Eye Colour — brown Height — 5′9″ Build — Lanky Tattoos — none yet but will get Piercings — 3 piercings on one ear Common Hairstyle — disheveled short haircut Clothing Style — Whatever can be thrown on that’s dark and comfortable. Mannerisms — tends to mumble, crosses his arms over his chest, running a hand through his hair Usual Expression — blank or stern

Health Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No Physical Ailments — None Neurological Conditions — None Allergies —  Peanuts Grooming Habits — Stays clean, does everything by routine, nothing special. Sleeping Habits — Sleeps during the day though that’s not by his choice, it’s just how it tends to happen. He would curl up in a ball if he were to stay in his bed, but usually Sora takes over so that wouldn’t be seen. Eating Habits — eats carefully and savors each bite. Exercise Habits —  Regular practice with the keyblade though it’s much more rough and intense a training regimen than Sora would give himself. Emotional Stability — So-so Body Temperature — Normal Sociability — Slightly antisocial Addictions — None Drug Use — None yet though I can see him doing it maybe Alcohol Use — Hasn’t really tried it

Your Character’s Character: Bad Habits — cracking knuckles, grinding teeth Good Habits — gets up quickly, keeping the apartment a bit neater Best Characteristic — Intelligent Worst Characteristic — Stubborn Worst Memory — Doesn’t have one yet.  Best Memory — He’s not sure about that yet either. Proud of — his ability to fight Embarrassed by — the disorientation he feels sometimes Driving Style — None Strong Points — Intelligent, determined, resilient Temperament — Melancholic Attitude — Neutral, sometimes pessimistic Weakness — Interacting with others Fears — That he’ll never be separated from Sora, that he’ll cease to exist Phobias — Unknown for now Secrets — I guess being fused with someone else. But he doesn’t even know it himself yet. Regrets — None yet Feels Vulnerable When — cornered Pet Peeves — chronic lateness, invasion of personal space, not covering mouth when someone sneezes or coughs Conflicts — stuck with Sora, personhood/battle magic handling Motivation — personal fulfillment Short Term Goals and Hopes — Figure out who and where Roxas is Long Term Goals and Hopes — Separate from Sora, become own person. Sexuality — Unknown. Exercise Routine  — Regular work with his keyblade Day or Night Person — Night person Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist (though he’d say ‘realist’)

Likes and Styles: Music — unknown Books — unknown Magazines — unknown Foods — unknown Drinks — unknown Animals — unknown Sports — unknown Social Issues — unknown Favorite Saying — unknown Color — Black Clothing — dark broody clothes. Pants, long sleeve shirts. Jewelry — A crown necklace much like Sora’s that helps with magic. Games — Unknown Websites — Unknown TV Shows — Unknown Movies — Unknown Greatest Want — To know what happened and why Greatest Need — to be separated from Sora

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now: Home — Southern Isles Household furnishings — Not much yet Favorite Possession — Keyblade Most Cherished Possession — None Neighborhood — Southern Isles Town or City Name — Swynlake Details of Town or City — Small town in England Married Before — No Significant Other Before — No Children — None Relationship with Family — Doesn’t have a family. Car — None Career — None yet Dream Career — Unsure Dream Life — One where Roxas is free Love Life — Nonexistent for now Talents or Skills — Good fighter, can do a flip, agile Intelligence Level — Decently high Finances — Poor

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story: Past Careers — None Past Lovers — None Biggest Mistakes — To be seen Biggest Achievements — None known yet

[karnaxa]

wow for some reason I am surprised that it is almost 3 am

[beyblasian]

i was a sophomore and now im about to go to college

[ourfirewithin]

The calmest days outside are often the loudest inside.

Alex

[nothingbutcheapsentiment]

Time Went By (Serial # 2)

Dinner on the couch accomplished being both the most uncomfortable and thoroughly enjoyable activity of her day. Perhaps the most difficult task was trying to keep all the falling grains of rice contained within the foil wrapped around the Chipotle burrito she picked up on her way home. By the end of the meal, which was spent in front of a tv playing reruns of Seinfeld, it wasn't entirely uncommon that she was surrounded by a scattering of burrito bits, in a relaxed position that relayed both defeat and satisfied surrender.

It was a ridiculously delicious meal that she managed to convince herself was "healthy" despite the globs of extra sour cream she requested.

Jerry was doing his stand up thing, the quintessential New Yorker everyone all imagined with fuzzy hair and a lot of unnecessary antics.  

A knock rapped against the door and without any response of welcome, Hannah, the painfully loud neighbor from next door, entered the room in a leather jacket and sacked skirt, her lips wine stained but wide in a smile.

"I see the party started without me."

"I ate my only guest." Lucy said pointing at the tin foil rolled on the floor. She sat up and yawned, then plopped back onto the couch.

"So, I'm on this date with this real winner. We'll call him Benny." His real name was Brady, but it didn't matter. This was the way most of Hannah's conversations started out.

"I'd met him through a good friend of mine. 'You'll like him' she said. 'He's right up your alley.' She claimed. Well, let me tell you something, Lucy. I don't know what shady ass alley she thinks I roam through, because that motherfucker had no fuckin' nose! Not a stitch! He had a bandage, God help him, wrapped around his face like a white flag of surrender. Now, look here. I don't consider myself shallow. I dated Rick for fuck's sake, but what does that say about what my friend thinks of me? We want the best for each other right?! RIGHT? So I call her up, after what was possibly the longest date of my life, and casually ask her why she felt like this guy would be a perfect match for me....'cause I was just curious, you see. 'Well,' she said and I could tell that she was raking around that plastic head of hers 'He's got a great personality, don't you think? It's almost like you two belong together.' At this point my blood boils, but I remain calm. She's my friend after all. Her mother does my hair, Lucy!

But then she goes on. She GOES ON and that's where the real mess begins. 'So, how did it go, Hannah? Did you like him? I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but I just have to know.' Nosy. NOSY?! It was like she was fuckin' rubbing salt in with her manicured fingertips, and she knew it too!  I could hear it in her voice!

'So! That's how it's gonna be!' See, at this point she's got me in a knot. 'Why...what's wrong, Hannah?' Hannah, she says, without a flinch. The nerve of this woman, Lucy. The NERVE.

'Don't tell me you don't know!' I say. 'Not only was he missing a very important part of his face, but he had the personality of a rock. You'd think a guy with no nose would put in a little more effort!" This next part really kills me. 'No nose? Really? Oh, I hadn't noticed.' She hadn't noticed, Lucy. Isn't that just the fuckin' screams? 'How could you not notice!?' I yell. 'There's A WHOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS FUCKIN FACE! Where there should be Mount Everest, there's the Grand Canyon! Boy, you really know how to pick em!' I say, to silence on the other end. "

"So, then what?" Lucy asked, stifling her laughter.

"So, then I hung the phone and here I am." She collapsed onto the edge of the sofa. "You know what the weirdest part of it all was? Watching him sneeze. He could still sneeze. Could you fuckin' believe it? I wondered if he did that on purpose, you know? To break the tension? An elephant in the room sorta thing."

"Elephants have noses. Really big ones." Lucy pointed out.

"Worst part was when our food arrived and I took a deep breath in with an insensitive 'this smells good' attached. I almost died of embarrassment.'

"If he could sneeze, he could smell. Don't you think?"

"Who knows."

"Who NOSE." Lucy said pointing to the tip of her own pointed feature.

"Oh, fuck off."

[willowyouth]

Last Sundays South End Session of willow youth performing three songs ft. freaks who order decaf for a tune, and a lil interview, please watch and thank you based god