☣ Monsters under my bed.

☣ —Did you need me for something ..? No matter, though I suppose I should invite you in all the same. Just don't break anything. My name is Alexander Aldridge, you'll most probably already know my father, or knew him, at least. Anyway, that's behind me now, so I'd appreciate it if you refrained from bringing the matter up. I am currently teaching at the New York University, so if you're in need of some help, please don't hesitate to find me. Engineering is my strongpoint, minor physicist also, mind, so choose your questions wisely. Do you have any questions? Tracking✓ #teachingandengineering Face claim✓ Zachary Quinto. Magic anon/s✓ Open & accepting.

[sephyathredon]

Don't ever be afraid to roleplay with me.

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Your fears they surrounded you devoured all your soul, left you broken into pieces impossible to be made whole.

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The reason that I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I'll accept.

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The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

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Send me a; ✎ and I'll handwrite your url.

Send me a; ✉ and I'll handwrite a little story for you.

Send me a; ✈ and I'll handwrite the one place I most want to go.

Send me a; ★ and I'll handwrite my favourite colour.

Send me a; ♥ and I'll draw you a picture.

Send me a; ☀ and I'll handwrite my favorite season.

Send me a; ✦ and I'll handwrite my favorite animal.

Send me a; ☮ and I'll handwrite my tumblr crushes.

Send me a; ♪ and I'll handwrite my favorite genre of music.

Send me a; ♫ and I'll handwrite my favorite singer or group.

Send me a; ✂ and I'll handwrite something I find attractive.

Send me a; ✓ and I'll handwrite my favorite movie.

Send me a; ✮ and I'll handwrite my favorite food.

Send me a; ☾ and I'll draw something of your choice.

Send me a; ☁ and I'll write something of your choice.

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[ngarbuer]

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Anthony & Alexander ☣ Highschool nights.

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Anthony smiled at the brunette and wetted his own lips absently. He waited till the other would either ask a question, or tell him something otherwise. Eventually it became a question. He tilted his head to side slightly, “Well, you’ve come to the right person." 

"What do you need help with, buddy?"

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☣ —          Thank you,

         Alexander chuckled ever so slightly, relief washing over him like the cooling jet of a wave at the beach, calm, content. He was glad that at least someone was kind enough to show him around this monstrosity of a school; really, did they ever think of the students when they built this maze of hallways and corridors? No.

          Anthony's curious question was delivered with a quick and most curious answer from the brunette, eyes darting back to settle on that smirking face yet again-- a face that was starting to become familiar, even, to him.

          "Well, you see, I can't quite seem to figure out where to go for my first class ..." he muttered, tone light and level- headed, not a single tell- tale sign of his growing embarrassment deep within, except the minor heat gathering across his cheeks.

          "I've got a time- table of my subjects, handed to me when I arrived here this morning-- hang on, my first lesson,"

          Fishing into the pocket of his deep- set coloured denim jeans, tight fitted around all the right places, it seemed, the male triumphantly pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper, though slightly torn and crumpled from being inside his pocket, was discovered somewhat in- tact. "... Seems to be Chemistry."

          Dark hazel- coal eyes drifting for a moment, seeming to focus on everything; each and every single detail in the room, everything apart from the stranger named Anthony standing in front of him. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, just something about the male was intriguing, fascinating ... alluring, even. Nevertheless, Alexander continued, only pausing briefly to mirror the other, pale pink tongue darting out to drag across his lower lip once more.

          "Would you mind showing me where the class is, Anthony? If you've got the time, that is."

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My muse is angry, how do you calm them down?

[empathicmimicry]

Send me a ✆ to know your name/ringtone/picture in my character’s mobile phone.

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Anthony & Alexander ☣ Highschool nights.

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Anthony smiled at the other, “Nice to meet you, Alexander. Alex. I’m Anthony. But call me Tony, if you want to.”

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☣ —          "Likewise, Tony,"

          Since it was apparent that the other was more familiar with nicknames; Alex, for example, it would be better just to play along. Not that the brunette minded at all, anyway.

          Blinking, the young male cocked his head to one side, freeing a few loose strands of hair from his both his parting and his thick fringe, causing one slender, tan hand to rise to and intercept. "Actually ... I was wondering if you'd help me with something, Tony."

          Being this his first official day as a student here, Alexander would be more than grateful to those who would give him at least some advice on getting around-- this looked like a large place structure, and his direction skills weren't exactly what you'd call passable.

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Aiden & Alexander ☣ Exercising equations.

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It had been a while since Aiden had gone to school and so why he enrolled in a physics class perhaps it was a spur of the moment thing, but nonetheless learning was always something he would make time for, you could never learn too much and certainly Physics was a wide subject which covered many things.

And he looked up from his laptop, the days of pen and paper it would seem were long behind him. A shame really he was always more preferable to older things but regardless he nodded in acknowledgement and waited for their “teacher” to begin.

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☣ —          Once the last member of his new class was seated comfortably, Alexander leant over his desk, a little more than was probably necessary at the time, as he brushed his finger over the smooth pad of the Laptop, screen switching to the starting point of todays lesson.

          "Alright, class," began the back- brunette, moving to stand at the front of his desk, behind perched precariously on the edge of hard oak wood, sharp eyes darting to both everyone yet no- one in particular. "Today we are going to be working on some general knowledge Physics. I have prepared a worksheet for you to complete within the given time, then I will review your progress by your last tutor."

          Motioning with one hand to the paper worksheet laying face- down on each desk point, Alexander diverted his eyes to the clock hanging over head of the door; signalling precisely 9:40am.

          "You have exactly half an hour to complete the worksheet, class. Once you are finished, please return your papers to me." Turning back to his seat, the young teacher watched in silence as his students began. 30 minutes, starting now.

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Anthony & Alexander ☣ Highschool nights.

“Oh hey, you’re new aren’t you?”

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☣ —          ...What? Oh, hello--

          Ah, yeah, my name's Alexander, I just moved here from Brooklyn a couple of days ago.

          Who are you?