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tony mcnamara. twenty three. he / him. written by nikki for collegeyearshq ♥

[tonyfms]

𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃  𝚃𝙾𝙽𝚈 𝙼𝙲𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰.                                 ››    twenty  three  •  he  /  him  •  theatre  major  at  ucsb ››    penned  by  nikki  for  collegeyearshq  ♡

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[tonyfms]

𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙺𝙴.

burke’s gathering his shit together. having booked out the room for the cross country team’s first meet and to discuss training schedues. the team had been gone a few minutes, and burke had just been finishing up to head back to his dorm when tony slammed the door. “holy fu- tone!” it’s evident that burke nearly shit himself, his hand resting onhis chest as his heartbeat increased tenfold. “fuckin’ hell. is someone chasing you? do i gotta beat someone up?”

if he wasn’t absolutely and utterly out of breath, he would make fun of burke’s reaction. as it stands, he can barely manage a small chuckle.  “ relax, kid lewis. there’s just been a little misunderstanding between me and a freshman about some drugs. ” of course it’s the fucking freshman. it seems like it always is, as of late. “ i’ll just ... stay in here for a bit. hang out. stare out the window. ”

[tonyfms]

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈.

      if  there  was  one  thing  about  sunday,  she’d  commit  to  a  bit.  they  wanted  to  give  the  world  a  show  and  reap  the  benefits  later  ?  there  was  no  choice  but  to  go  full  meryl  streep  on  their  asses  ––  have  the  entire  restaurant  gossiping  with  their  friends  afterwards  about  the  scene  fit  for  a  film.  a  dramatic  gasp  nearly  caused  her  to  choke  on  her  water  (  way  to  sell  it  ).  “  babe  …  babe  what  are  you  -  ”  she  shot  up  onto  her  feet.  “  oh  my  god.  ”  she  glanced  at  the  peanut  gallery,  all  eyes  on  them,  anticipation  evident  on  their  eager  faces.  “  oh  my  god  !  tony  …  i  -  ”  were  tears  welling  in  her  eyes  ?  “  yes.  yes.  absolutely  yes.  ”  soon  as  the  rock  graced  her  finger,  she  pulled  him  up  to  his  feet  –– discreetly  placing  her  thumbs  directly  over  his  lips  before  she  laid  one  on  him.  patrons  clapped  and  let  out  melodic  ‘awws’.  success.  “  you  thinkin’  what  i’m  thinkin’  ?  ”  she  whispered  through  gritted  teeth,  “  because  i  think  we  bleed  this  place’s  liquor  supply  dry  and  pocket  the  rest  of  the  garlic  bread  for  later.  ”

“ you are the best fake fiancée ever. the tears ? an amazing touch. ”  they were a well oiled machine, having done this a countless number of times ( without being caught once, which was a miracle in and of itself ) —  but sunday never fails to surprise him each and every time.  she’d make a great actress, if he ever manages to convince her to join the drama club. he grabs her hand as he begins all but dragging her towards the bar, twirling her around once just to bask in the oohs and aahs it scores them from the little old ladies over at table five.  “ can we get uh .... two shots of your top shelf tequila ?  in the spirit of young love ? ”  he says, hand slipping around sunday’s waist for a brief moment as he gives the bartender his most charismatic smile before turning to the couple besides them. “ did you know we met at a — one of those new age hippie retreats ?  it was super cute. ” he starts, pulling stuff out of his ass merely because he can. it’s called committing to the bit, sweetie. “ go on, sunday, tell ‘em. ”

[tonyfms]

𝙰𝚇𝙴𝙻.

@tonyfms​

“oh, uh, i dunno atticus, but–” axel interrupts himself here to make a crackling sound with his mouth. “–breaking up– tunnel– gottagofuckyoubyethisistotallyarealtunnel.” fumbling to hang up to the point he almost drops his phone completely, he grins at tony. in his own humble opinion, the two of them never hung out outside of their rat pack, so of course he’d get interrupted. “anyway, like I was saying. like, nobody’s favorite ninja turtle is leonardo, and it’s a fuckin’ crime! like, he’s the leader. but no, everyone simps for michelangelo and raphael. but could either of them effectively lead the team like leo? no, they can’t. he’s a valuable member of the team!”

“ aw, you didn’t even give me a chance to start moaning. i would’ve put my heart and soul into it. ” it was practically an olympic sport for the skate squad, finding ways to bother atticus senior and make him uncomfortable. it was the least he deserved, really — and it’s not like they had to try very hard. a soft groan escapes his lips as they go back to the previous topic of conversation, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “ oh my god. axel. no matter how much you try, i’m always going to be a michaelangelo truther. ” a pause. “ next you’re going to tell me your favourite teletubby was the yellow one, or that your favourite power ranger was the blue one.” 

[tonyfms]

𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈.

closed starter for @tonyfms​

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤?” despite being full of sushi and adrenaline and completely hyped up on the possibility of getting to see moulin rouge live, ricky still had his doubts about tony’s little plan to sneak them into the building. he’d only been to the granada a couple of times and always with tickets to whatever he wanted to see actually in his possession, he wasn’t quite sure what their security was like or anything. and after hearing over dinner conversation that tony had narrowly avoided getting in trouble the other day, he was worried the universe might decide that his friend had it coming to him, to get caught doing something he shouldn’t. the two of them inched forward in the line to the front entrance, ricky’s gaze briefly flickering to the “sold out” tape strung across the nearby box office window outside of the theatre. “maybe we should come up with a backup plan… see if there’s another way in.” he’d never been around back of the large, looming building before, didn’t even know if that was feasible. 

“ ricky. my dude. my guy. when have i ever, ever lead you astray ? ”  he says in response, a near comical pause following his words as his brain runs through all of the times where he has, in fact, led them straight to trouble. still, he disregards ricky’s very valid concerns with a dismissive wave of his hand.  “ actually. don’t answer that. i can assure you, this plan is foolproof. ”  but is it tony proof ?  apparently not, since he recieves a phone call from the very person that’s supposed to be their in almost right on cue. one very aggrieved conversation later  ( as is expected of theatre students, really ) , he’s turning back to ricky with a sheepish grin on his face. “ so ... about that back-up plan. you’re not out of practice at scaling fences, are you ? ” 

[tonyfms]

for  @sundazcd​​  ♡

❝      you  ready ?      ❞     he  says  quietly,  tone  conspiratorial  as  he  pulls  out  the  box  tucked  into  his  jacket  pocket  for  occasions  just  like  this  one.  he  pushes  the  chair  back  with  an  audible  screech  just  to  get  everyone’s  attention,  stepping  to  the  side  before  getting  on  one  knee.     ❝      sunday  rose  wexler  —  will  you  make  me  the  happiest  man  on  earth  and  marry  me  ?      ❞    

[tonyfms]

𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰.

𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 about being back on campus… it was that she could swipe extra sewing supplies from the fashion design classrooms and save herself a trip to the craft store. so that’s what she was doing, looking through the supply bins in search of a particular color of thread- when she heard the door swing open behind her and someone come rushing in, closing it behind them with what sounded like a rather frantic slam. she turned around to see what the hell that was about, gaze falling on a very out of breath tony with rather wild eyes. “hi..?” being involved in the theatre department at ucsb through her costuming contributions, she knew him, but not super well, and she was not sure what to make of whatever ‘situation’ he’d clearly gotten himself into. the first thing out of his mouth made her roll her eyes, a little sigh of disbelief, “um, pause- what the fuck did you do?” if he was on the run from campus security then obviously he’d screwed up big time, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be associated with it, but morbid curiosity got the best of her.

THE  WORLD  MUST  REALLY  HATE  HIM.  that  is  the  only  explanation.  the  situation  would  be  embarrassing  enough  with  a  stranger,  but  the  fact  that  they  sort  of  know  each  other  makes  it  all  the  more  awkward.  the  room  is  silent  for  a  moment,  save  for  tony’s  attempts  at  catching  his  breath.  and  then,  a  barrage  of  words.      ❝      look.  it  wasn’t  anything  violent.  i’m,  like,  a  pacifist  to  the  fucking  core.  peace  and  love,  y’know  ?  i  just  gave  a  little  mdma  to  a  freshman,  who  apparently  had  a  bad  trip  and  decided  tattling  on  me  would  be  the  best  course  of  action.      ❞      the  spiel  comes  out  as  one  giant  jumbled  up  sentence,  words  punctuated  by  enthusiastic  hand  gestures  in  true  tony  fashion.  this  is  why  he  should  leave  the  drug  dealing  to  sunday.          ❝        anyways.  what  are  you  doing  ?        ❞    

[tonyfms]

@cybulletin​​   ♡

ANOTHER  DAY,  ANOTHER  PROBLEM.  he’s  out  of  breath  by  the  time  he  rounds  the  corner  of  the  narrow  hallway,  running  into  the  nearest  empty  classroom.    or  so  he  thought,  anyways.  it’s  only  when  he  slams  the  door  shut  with  a  thump  that  he  notices  the  other  presence  in  the  room.    ❝    oh,  hey.    ❞    he  says,  swallowing  lightly  as  he  tries  to  play  it  cool  —  despite  how  unhinged  the  whole  situation  must  look.    ❝    please  don’t  call  campus  security  on  me.    ❞

[tonyfms]

𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁.

“i   have   been   working   on   this   song   for   SEVEN   hours   and   i’m   stuck.   massive   writer’s   block   and   i’m   this   close   to   losing   it.”   arthur   let   out   a   bitter   chuckle,   running   a   hand   through   untamed   locks,   “SO   wanna   go   get   a   drink   with   me?   distract   me?   please.   i’m   begging.”

@cybulletin​

❝    my  dude,  that  is  like  ...  sooo  not  healthy.    ❞    he  tuts,  shaking  his  head  in  disapproval  as  if  he  didn’t  do  the  same  thing  just  last  week.  pot,  meet  kettle.  but  maybe  that's  why  he's  the  best  person  to  be  talking  to  in  this  situation.    ❝    yeah,  man,  we've  got  to  get  some  shots  of  tequila  in  you  asap.  but  first  —    ❞    a  hand  stretches  out  in  arthur's  direction.     ❝    hand  your  lyrics  over.  you're  probably  going  to  try  and  work  on  them  when  drunk,  and  it's  not  going  to  end  well.   ❞    is  he  speaking  from  experience  ?  maybe  so.

[tonyfms]

did  you  see  TONY  MCNAMARA  at  that  rager  last  night?  i  think  they  major  in  THEATRE  as  a  SENIOR.  from  what  i  hear  they’re  CLEVER  &  OPTIMISTIC,  but  they  can  be  pretty  PECULIAR  too,  depending  on  who  you  ask.  there  was  a  rumor  going  around  last  semester  that  HE  CRAWLED  THROUGH  HIS  DORM'S  AIR  VENTS  TO  AVOID  AN  EX,  but  it  seems  way  too  wild  to  be  true -  maybe  i’ll  get  to  know  UCSB’s  resident  IDEALIST  better  &  find  out.

BASICS

fc: emilio sakraya

age: twenty three

birthday: june 26th 1999

gender: cis man

pronouns: he / him / his

sexuality: bisexual

major: theatre

PERSONALITY

(  +  ) clever, optimistic, genuine

(  -  ) clumsy, quixotic, peculiar

HISTORY

with a father who never stuck around long enough and a mother who worked long hours out of necessity, tony was a latchkey kid who essentially raised himself. evenings after school were split between eating shit at the skatepark with his friends and camping out on the couch in his living room, mountain dew in hand as he immersed himself in whatever movie happened to be playing on hbo that day. it was a re-run of moulin rouge that first introduced him to the loud and colourful world of musical theatre, and a production of rent performed by a local theatre company that made him fall in love with it altogether.

he was a lanky theatre kid growing up, the kind that knew all sorts of trivia about every play known to man and not much else. he had a natural penchant for acting, which seemed to shine through every time he got up on stage to perform. despite this, scriptwriting was where his true passions lay. he spent almost all of his free time outside of the school and the skatepark fervently scribbling down ideas in the back of a notebook, eventually expanding one such idea into a full length play in his senior year of high school. whilst the play itself wasn’t great, it was good enough to get him into ucsb despite his lacklustre grades. 

PRESENT

currently in the final year of his degree, he works as a waiter part-time to pay for university. he doesn’t really care about showing up to work on time, or showing up to work sober when he does. despite this, he always narrowly avoids getting fired by charming his way back into his boss’ good graces. when he’s not in class or at work, you can usually find him getting into shenanigans with his friends or hunched over the keyboard in his room, writing or refining yet another musical number for his perpetually expanding play. 

@cybulletin​ <3 

[valtsv]

why must i “make sense”? is it not enough to have thoughts, incomprehensible and unhinged?

[otpsource]

Aaahhh, look at you two… holding hands… huh is this getting serious?

[taylortownsend]

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[stuckinapril]

me? overthinking?? blowing something out of proportion and letting it consume me for days??? yes constantly

[distinguishedbaloney]

[caterinaofsiena]

a lightweight when it comes to love.
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