i want to believe

[tomasrcjas]

pedro pascal & he/him / cismale ‷ watch out , tomás rojas has crash-landed into roswell !! they look forty one years old and celebrate their birthday on september 21st . they are from roswell nm, reside on puhlman ranch and are currently running the ranch as its owner. one thing you should know about them is he's grown up in roswell his entire life, and when the ranch went up for sale he jumped at the chance to buy it.‷

tomás grew up as the oldest of four siblings - with three younger sisters, he’d always seen himself as their protector, even if they could handle themselves. he never doubted their capabilities, but it didn’t change the innate urge he had to take care of them whenever he got the chance, and when they were each in high school, he had quite the habit of at least half-scaring off any potential boyfriends they had, which is something they still won’t let him live down to this day. given his status as a singleton in his forties now, they also enjoy teasing him and suggesting that he’d been trying to condemn them to a life alone just like he is, and making jokes than he needs a partner to take care of him, considering he eats steak or burgers for dinner most nights. it’s something they say lovingly, but he still rolls his eyes whenever they mention it.

he’s always loved animals and has sort of idealized the idea of farm life, to the point that he even went to college for agriculture ( and animal husbandry ). when the old owners of puhlman ranch put the place up for sale so they could retire down to florida when tomás was twenty five, he poured just about everything he had - and the help of an investor he’d worked with after college, who was impressed with the skills he’d shown regarding horse training and breeding - he managed to scrape together a down payment big enough to get a bank to agree to give him a loan, and he’s owned the ranch ever since. on top of the agricultural aspects of the ranch, he has a small herd of cattle and a decently thriving horse breeding and training business - and a few other animals thrown in for good measure.

he wears glasses, but as they’re pretty unpractical for ranch life, he only wears them in the morning and late at night, and wears contacts the rest of the day.

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strikercannon​:

“ it didn’t look too bad , boss . a couple o’ loose boards , but we had that issue before the storm either way . nothin’ a few screws and some blunt force won’t fix , “ striker was far from a handyman by any means . he was more the type of guy that would bumble his way through a task whether he was qualified or not with varying degrees of success , but at the very least he was willing to lend a hand when the going got tough . that much was obvious ; he was still at the ranch , after everything , even if every weather warning and news broadcast throughout the state had advised against venturing into the open air . striker may have been untrustworthy , unreliable , clumsy , over-the-top , and borderline rude , but if he was needed at the farm he would be there in an instant : no questions asked . “ i think we named most o’ the animals after what they were gonna become anyway , but they’re safe here . i jus’ enjoy the irony , “ butchers would have to go through striker before they got their hands on any animal at the ranch , and he was quite the nuisance to get around . 

“let’s fuckin’ hope so. i need more things to do here like i need a boot to the ass.” which was to say, not at all. pushing a hand through his hair to push it off of his forehead as he released a long sigh from his lips, tomas reached out and gripped the latch to the door of the pig’s barn, pushing it up and unlocking it before he was peaking his head inside to assess whatever damage they might have dealt. assured of the fact that he wasn’t about to be bowled over by an angry escaped pig, he pushed the door open and headed inside the barn, eyes scanning over each of the pens within it, and the pigs within those. “it’s funny, i’ll give ya that much. though, half the time i just refer to them with whatever pops into my head first.” he’d called just about all of the cows ‘hamburger’ at least once, and some of the peskier ones it multiple times, so maybe that was just par for the course at this rate.

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simba-gano​:

Simba didn’t want to shake his head, but he couldn’t help it. He always felt that a relationship wasn’t everything, it wasn’t all there was to life, but of course, he could easily say that; as he was already married. He sighed. “Not if you keep comparing it to a relationship you already had. It’s never going to be the same, love doesn’t work that way, relationships certainly don’t. I’m saying this as your friend, perhaps the reason why other relationships don’t work is because you keep hanging onto the old one.”

“i don’t really think it’s that. i think i just find most people boring,” tomas admitted, giving his own shake of his head as his chin dipped down just a touch. “or frivolous. or like i need to take a nap after dealing with them for any amount of time. they’re- they’re the one person i’ve ever met that i didn’t feel tired after dealing with them. then again, maybe that’s the adrenaline from the fighting talking, i don’t know. i just know that for all of that, for as messed up as it is, nothing else has ever felt as good as it does. it hasn’t even come close.” he let’s out a short, humorless snort. “then again, it’s not like i’ve been on a date with anyone but them in the past... i don’t know, ten years?”

[tomasrcjas]

Why did you last laugh so hard it reduced you to tears?

“one’a my sisters came by to take a look at some of the new foals we got, and- well.” he almost wanted to laugh just thinking about it. “she was cooin’ over one, givin’ it a hug, and it just peed all over her foot. the way she shrieked and pulled away? i was just about down on the ground from laughin’ so hard.”

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simba-gano​:

Simba cocked an eyebrow. “Tomas, that doesn’t sound healthy. You know I love you right, but you shouldn’t be wasting your life on something that doesn’t make you constantly happy.” While he understood addiction, he had a hard time accepting that people didn’t know how to stop. They had to. In Simba’s mind it wasn’t a choice, it was a must.

“that’s the thing,” tomas sighed, chin ducking down just a touch as he did. “i try bein’ with other people - it’s just not the same. not as good.” and how the fuck was he gonna live with a just-okay relationship that was healthy, when he knew how great it was with his ex? when they were on good terms, at least. “never really been able to deal with anyone else. but-” a brief, humorless chuckle escapes his lips. “maybe that’s just because there’s not really anyone knockin’ down my door for me to take them on a date.”

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strikercannon​:

“ there’s no place like home !! “ striker responded , tapping his tattered red converse heels together . they weren’t quite ruby slippers , but he was sure with a blue plaid dress and some pigtails that he could make a great dorothy ; his brother would look rather fetching in a full-body dog outfit to be his toto . unlike dorothy , though , the boys didn’t have a home , and had needed to build themselves back up from the ground when they touched down in roswell . whether it was the ranch or their battered trailer barely big enough for one they found sanctuary wherever they could get it , hence striker’s reluctance to leave and evacuate in the wake of a little bit of wind . the gusts were record breaking , had been knocking elderly ladies fully off of their feet , but he would downplay it , for nothing was ever as serious for striker as it was for anybody else . “ you got it , chief , “ the cowboy responded , patting his superior on the back as they moved towards the pig barn , “ wouldn’t be surprised if they were plottin’ a revolt against you too , “ 

tomas snorted at the other’s comment, his head shaking just a touch as he headed towards the barn the pigs were housed in. “well, the fact that i keep callin’ all of them bacon whenever they piss me off probably isn’t helping,” he jokes lightly, giving a small shake of his head. “though, i feel like i deserve some credit, since i also keep askin’ them if they’ll help me get rid of a body if i need to.” of course, pigs didn’t really have any sense of humor, but he could hope they did, couldn’t he? not that hope had ever really helped him for anything. he tugs at the closure of the barn door, easing it open carefully so as not to terrify the pigs inside, and peeks his head in to take a look at the state of them now, see if anything had been destroyed in their anger at being locked away. “you get a look at the property while you were comin’ in? i’m tryin’ to take stock of what’s gotta get fixed when all of this bullshit is over.”

[tomasrcjas]

how do you celebrate your birthday?

“uh, i don’t, really? usually my sisters show up and make a big deal out of it, whether they’re gettin’ me presents or cake or insisting on invading my kitchen to cook me my favorite meal for dinner. but if they’re busy, got stuff goin’ on... i don’t really do anything. might go into town and grab a drink or somethin’, but that’s about it. feel like birthdays are really only somethin’ you celebrate when you’ve got people to celebrate it with. winn-dixie brings me cupcakes every year, though. makes ‘em herself, but she knows i’m not big on celebratin’, so she doesn’t do anything else.”

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Would you rather own a horse the size of a cat or a cat the size of a horse?

“horse the size of a cat. you know what a fuckin’ cat the size of a horse would do to you? it’d come up lookin’ for attention, you’d be petting it, and you’d pet it for a second too long, and the next thing you know you’re dead, because it turned and scratched your head clean off.”

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strikercannon​:

“ i’m not puttin’ myself in danger . there , not a scratch on me , “ there was a mutual respect between the two men that favoured hard graft over fancy office jobs . you would never catch striker in a corporate setting , with a tie around his neck and cufflinks keeping his shirt sleeves closed — he wouldn’t last a day in a ‘ real ‘ profession , it was a wonder he still managed to hold down this one . it was likely due to his willingness to put himself in danger in order to maintain the wellbeing of the ranch , tomas’ self-proclaimed ‘ right hand man ‘ even if his superior had never muttered the words . “ i swear she’s tryin’ to organise a big chicken walkout , a great escape kinda deal . don’t she know we don’t put ‘em in pies anymore ?? it’s a good thing they can’t fly , but i don’t put it past ‘em to use the wind to their advantage , “ and to think the expression was ‘ when pigs fly ‘ .

a snort escaped tomas’ lips as the other male spoke, because frankly, he wouldn’t be surprised if the chicken really was trying to organize some sort of walkout. he couldn’t knock her spirit, though - even if he did think she was a bit of a bird brain, considering he knew for a fact that all of the animals on his farm had life a whole lot easier than they ever would if they were in the wild and fending for themselves. he was pretty sure that a few of the chickens - the ones he lovingly called the ‘dumb ones’ - wouldn’t even be able to feed themselves if he wasn’t scattering feed for them. “yeah, well, she’s gotta learn that bein’ blown away in a goddamn tornado ain’t as fun as dorothy makes it look,” he mutters, voice having a faint grumble to it before he flashed a quick grin to the other male. “you wanna help me make sure the pigs are buttoned up in their barn? i got them in before the wind even started gettin’ bad, but they were none too happy ‘bout it. wanna make sure no one broke a door or nothin’.”

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strikercannon​:

an extra pair of hands made light work of the barn , but striker would argue it was his incessant tugging of the doors that had loosened the hinges , making them easier to buckle closed when tomas lent a hand ; much like when somebody else effortlessly pops open a stuck jam jar you’d spent hours loosening . “ i’m makin’ sure the animals are okay , what does it look like i’m doin ?? somebody’s gotta do it , “ he might as well have lived on the ranch with tomas at that point , and wouldn’t have evacuated ( like all the news channels had recommended ) until he was entirely sure the livestock were tucked away , warm and adequately fed for however long they were holed up for . “ i also missed the memo on the whole wind situation . must’a slept through that one . are all the chickens away ?? don’t tell me ginger got out again , “ 

“that’s what i’m here for - there ain’t no need for you to put yourself in danger when i’m stayin’ on the land,” tomas muttered, shaking his head - though they both knew full well that he was beyond grateful for the second set of hands. he had no plans to evacuate himself, either, but that was more because someone needed to be on the land to feed the animals, and he couldn’t put out enough food for them in the barn to last more than two days. so he wasn’t taking any chances - not even if it put himself at risk. “the chickens are in. had to tuck ginger under my arm like a damn football while i got the others in the coop before i put her in and shut the door behind her.”

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simba-gano​:

Simba placed a hand on Tomas’ shoulder. “I have not, I concur, but I think all past relationships can be seen as being disasters. Some people just don’t work together. I mean… I have zero experience, I had a few flings before I met Riri and we’ve been together ever since. But I’ve seen it with Marvel, she was really into this girl, and they had a good thing going, but they didn’t match well at so many instances, and when it was over, it was the worst thing ever.” He sighed. Marvel would say hate it that he talked about her first ever relationship that way.

“i wish things were that simple for me,” tomas laughed lightly. “unfortunately i seem to be much more one who... well, let’s just say that when it comes to my ex, we’re... good for a while. and then we’re at each other’s throats, so we break up, and then a few weeks or months later, we’re back together. and it’s been like that for...” he let out a sigh that puffed out his cheeks. “at least a couple of years now. we’re not healthy, and i acknowledge that. but they’re a bad habit i’ve never quite been able to kick.”

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strikercannon​:

location:puhlman ranch, mid storm. 

with: open - @roswellstarters​

“ sweet mother o’ mary , “ the male cursed , almost rushed off his feet by a sudden gust of unrelenting wind that was taking absolutely no prisoners . trust striker to be out in the literal eye of the storm , ignoring any and all warnings for his wellbeing , putting the safety of livestock before .. well .. anything else , as usual . he didn’t expect any other idiot to be out in the throws of the freak weather , and yet eyes settled on the first figure he saw as hands struggled with the doors of the barn , attempting to shove their group of cows to safety . “ well , don’t jus’ stand there !! help me out . “ 

tomas had been out in the fields almost all day, as soon as he’d heard about the coming storm - checking and double checking there was no one lingering or hiding, that nothing was left out where it’d be able to get blown away to god-knows-where with the winds. he’d already had a few branches to the torso as they’d fallen off of trees, and he could feel bruising already blossoming, but nothing was too bad, thankfully. “yeah, yeah, i got ya,” he muttered gruffly, shoving his shoulder against the door to get it closed fully before he was locking the latch in place with one hand. luckily, he lived on the ranch, so if anything too disastrous happened, he’d be there to do what needed to be done, but he was thankful for striker’s presence, and the fact that he’d come to help. doing all of this alone would suck. “the fuck you doin’ here, man?” he added when the door was secured shut.

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064. In what ways does your character annoy others?

tomas is someone who’s incredibly hard to get close to, which tends to get on people’s nerves. he’s also a bit prickly and tends to get possessive, which is one of the largest problems in his past relationships... though certainly not the only one. he also tends to - while he doesn’t say the complete wrong thing - the things he says don’t necessarily come out right, which tends to annoy some people.

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066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

being out in nature, 100%. he’s not even really an outdoorsy person - he has no desire to go out into the woods or anything of the sort, but he doesn’t particularly like being around people. so he enjoys being out on the ranch with his animals, as opposed to being somewhere where he’s surrounded by people.

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simba-gano​:

Simba cocked an eyebrow. “My friend, that just sounds like you’re an introvert,” he stated. “That’s not a bad habit at all, some people need isolation to recharge their social batteries. Others need social interaction to charge their ‘being alone’ batteries. It’s all very normal, I think you just got a lot of judgement for it growing up that you can’t see how it could be bad for you if you push yourself into social situations more. That’s not to say it can’t turn into a bad habit, but I see your face often enough that I don’t think you really go above and beyond to turn away from people.”

“you haven’t seen my past relationships,” tomas hummed, his head cocking to the side just a touch. “trust me when i say they’re... disasters.” okay, one in particular, but that one was messy enough to speak for itself. “i have a bad habit of shutting them out when they’re getting too close.” okay, that wasn’t the full truth, and they were just as much at fault as he was, but he wasn’t totally sure if he was ready to admit to that. the blame had always fallen on his shoulders or their shoulders in his mind - never on them both.

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ellachens​:

location  :  nebula  eatery

open  to  :  anyone,  @roswellstarters​

            DUNCAN’S  HANDS  MOVE  RAVENOUSLY  OVER  GRACIELA’S  SOFT  CURVES,  HIS  MEMBER——  no,  no,  no.  ella  holds  her  backspace  key  down  until  the  excerpt  is  wiped  away,  an  act  she’s  pulled  several  times  since  seating  herself  outside  of  nebula  three  hours  ago.  she’s  been  stuck  on  the  same  novel  for  six  months,  and  when  coupled  with  her  disappearing  act  from  london,  the  damned  writer’s  block  has  ella’s  publishers  on  edge  ——   and  calling  daily.  three  chapters  in,  and  she’s  ready  to  scrap  everything,  start  from  scratch.  she  rubs  at  her  temples,  lips  pursed  as  she  stares  at  the  bare  document  on  her  screen.  “  do  you  think  prague  is  a  romantic  enough  location  for  two  long  lost  lovers  ?  ”  she  ponders  aloud  to  the  nearest  figure  outside,  a  defeated  laugh  exhaling  through  her,  “  alternatively,  do  you  think  i  should  throw  my  laptop  into  the  street  and  never  write  again  ?  i  don’t  know,  kind  of  leaning  towards  that.  ”

it was rare that someone asked tomas a question that he might actually have an answer to. and, as someone who’s probably read thousands of romance novels in his life, he... definitely at least had some sort of idea of what to say. “well, it’s not the stale cliche of paris, which is nice. refreshing. think it’s perfect, actually.” his head cocks to the side just a touch when she speaks, eyebrows furrowing just a touch. “hey- if shit writers like james patterson can publish ten books a year, then i think you’ve got it in you to do this. i believe in you.”

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victoriaadsuar​:

“If you think the karaoke here is anything like Planet 7, I implore you,” her fingers interlace like a prayer, “to stay and listen to the big guy hum a few bars. A drag star in the making he is not.” Although he sang a mean Meatloaf. If you could get past the incorrect lyrics. And notes. But he definitely had charisma, uniqueness and nerve, if not talent. “Oh come on,” she rolls her eyes, lining up two shot glasses. “The Amish know that song. Buddhist monks know that song. Everyone on the planet knows that song. Madonna? ‘Touched for the very first time?’ Seriously, nothing?” Her half-hearted singing probably hurt more than helped her cause. She grips the bottle by the neck, pouring the shots as she fishes out some pre-sliced limes for the rims. Not even a drop spills when she slides them forward. “For you, monsieur.”

“that implies that the people at planet 7 are good,” tomas hummed, his eyebrows raising just a touch as he shot her a brief look. maybe it was just the fact that he’d never heard a song he liked sung at planet 7, that he was biased against it - but he didn’t care enough to spend any amount of time thinking about it. his eyes narrow just a touch when she attempts to sing a few bars, his head cocking to the side. “that sounds like that song they play on the virgin cruises commercial that comes on tv every five minutes. i don’t think a commercial break goes by where i don’t see it.” he slides cash across to her, waving at her to keep the change as he brings the first shot to his lips, quickly pouring the alcohol down in throat. “it’s a miracle if the music i listens to ends up on a jukebox, much less a karaoke playlist - so i guess i’m just not really all that concerned with it. don’t listen to much music anyway.”