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Tate Thorston, tuffest nut

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ruffestthorston:

Normally, being shaken awake would have thrown Ruby into a flurry of punching whoever was touching her. Living with two older brothers taught her that. However, the familiar voice of her brother, kept her from punching him. If he hadn’t said anything, he would have gotten a punch in the face, but since he was genuinely waking her up, she refrained. Bright blue eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him, confused by her surroundings for a moment. “What?” She pushed herself up and yawned, rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other took the coffee from her brother. “The fuck? How long have I been sleeping?”

 He was honestly surprised that Ruby hadn’t hit him. Anyone else was a guarantee, but usually he only had a ninety percent chance of not getting socked in the face. Maybe it had something to do with the coffee. “No idea,” Tate answered, sitting next to her. “I got here a minute ago and they were calling your name, so I don’t think very long. What’s got you so tired?”

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Rachel was feeling inspired the other day and decided to spend her time creating flower crowns. Normally she just made them for Hugo and herself but as she started gathering material together, she found herself making one that fit a different person’s aesthetic more. She seemed to have made it without thinking, but once she finished it she knew it was one of her best.

She wanted to make sure the person it fit for got it right away, so she made her way to the gym since it was where she usually found this guy. She hid the flower crown behind her back and walked over to Tate. “Hiya Tate! Are you super busy?”

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 When Rachel walked in, Tate was initially confused. He didn’t see her very much, at least not in the gym. It was sort of funny to see her in here. “Um...” The blonde paused to put his weights down and think. “No, not really. Is something wrong?” He didn’t know why his first thought was that something was up that needed his muscles. Maybe it was arrogance. “Or...what do you need?” There, that was better.

[ruffestthorston]

Finals had kicked Ruby’s ass. She was glad she decided to attend the nearest college while she was there at Astra, and it was definitely something that would help her in the long run, but she had never studied for something so hard in her life. After a sleepless night of finishing finals and projects, Ruby turned everything in the next day and now that she was out of class, she headed to the nearest cafe and bought herself the biggest cup of coffee they had. However, while waiting for said coffee, she got a little to comfortable on a couch, and soon enough, she was sprawled out on it, fast asleep.

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 Tate had been walking back from today’s gymnastics expedition, the slightest bit sore from a nearly missed jump. He’d grabbed a ledge all the same and slammed into a wall, but he hadn’t broken anything, which is what mattered. He stopped by a cafe for a snack, and found that they were calling his sister’s name. He took the coffee for her, and found her asleep on a couch. Laughing, he shook her awake with his free hand. “Våkn opp, søster. Coffee’s here.”

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fastestflyervidia:

Vidia shot the man in front of her one of her almost infamous scathing looks. Who the hell did he think he was saying something like that to her? Pretty much inferring that she was boring? She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes, “Places can be boring. What do you say to people who try to find stuff to do but live in places where there’s nothing to do? I would think that counts as a place being boring as fuck!”

Tate had to hold back a laugh when she glared at him, and held it back badly. People who thought they could scare him that easily were always so funny. Especially when they were tiny girls. “Well if they can’t find anything, they should stop being lazy and make something to do. Go drag race or something, if you’re so desperate. Teach yourself to skateboard. Go graffiti something, there’s gotta be something you like.”

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Vidia couldn’t stand the fact that it was getting darker a little earlier now. Whoever came up with daylight savings time was really some special kind of stupid. That meant that her post-dinner run was ending just as the sun was setting which could be good or bad depending on the day. This particular day, she couldn’t help but stop short behind someone as the view caught her attention.  “You would think being in a place like this, you wouldn’t need a murder to cause a little excitement,” she let out a short laugh before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

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 Tate had been stretching again after a run, and he felt...fine. He must have been out for a while, though, because it was starting to get dark. Crossing an arm across his chest, he heard a voice, and shot the girl who spoke a look. “You must not be looking very hard. Places aren’t boring, people who don’t do anything are.” He’d learned that very early on. You just had to get into shit.

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Ruby: ALMOST?! YOU AND ASTRID ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO BE MURDERERS

Ruby: Astra sent a fucking text to everyone. Dont u think if i were actually murdered theyd be a little more occupied?

Ruby: Plus how dare u think id go down so easily. wtf

Tate: WELL I MEAN NOW THAT YOU AREN'T M U R D E R E D I WON'T

Tate: listen i never paid attention to anything in my life, idk how america works. and I DON'T KNOW, SNEAK ATTACKS???

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Ruby: Hey, calm down. I'm not actually dead.

Tate: wtf wtf wtf you couLDN'T HAVE WARNED ME AT ALL

Tate: ????????????????????????????

Tate: I ALMOST PANICKED?????

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daisydonovan:

When he brought the murder victim was his sister, she made the effort to look at the stranger. His face almost made her wish she hadn’t. While she was still annoyed, it tugged at her heartstrings that she didn’t notice the red band on him, “Like I said, I’m not your girl. You can go ahead ask what you want to ask, but the bottom line is I didn’t know your sister.” 

 Tate’s scowl only got worse. He knew why his was red, it was because family was always under first inspection. But this? “They wouldn’t just mark you for no reason. There’s a reason, you’ve had to at least...seen her around or something...” He was hiding panic behind his frown, and was hoping she wouldn’t notice.

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At the bar, Daisy pulled on the sleeve of her shirt to cover the red wristband, but it wasn’t as if the white fabric wasn’t transparent. She knew innocent until proven guilty was out the door the moment someone branded as a suspect, so she was only left with trying to keep herself from freaking out. Then, she saw someone walking up to her from the corner of her eyes, “Save your breath, Sherlock. I’m not your girl.”

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 Tate’s sight was nearly as red as his wristband. He was determined to intimidate anyone with a matching color, and the first that he’d seen was this girl. His sister was dead, so fuck his usual rules. “Don’t start with me. My sister’s dead and I’ll ask you anything I fucking want to.”

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Fine Art | Tuff + Hayden

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haydenkokinos:

Hayden nodded. “Ah, yes, I think I’ve heard of a Thorston before.” The name had definitely rung a bell, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on from where. Maybe a business associate? He wasn’t quite sure. “I’m guessing your favorite superhero is Thor, then? God of thunder and lightning, if I’m not mistaken?”

Like the few things he was fascinated by, Shakespeare was something Hayden could talk about. He could go on and on about the psychology of Hamlet or how superstition haunted Macbeth and his wife and, ultimately, caused their deaths; but sadly, that would bore most people. “The boats too,” he said with a chuckle. “What great contributions to the world of pioneering and exploration. I was very surprised to find out that they never wore those horned helmets to battle.”

 “Oh. Probably my dad? Big company owner back home.” Tate made a face as he said it. He hadn’t ever liked the whole ‘family business’, and was sort of thankful he’d been too dumb to get any of it. It would have been boring anyway. “Actually, he’s my second favorite. I like Hawkeye the most, he had to work for what he does.”

 Tate nearly decided to quote Shakespeare just to prove he could, but decided against it. Currently, only Ruby was allowed to know he’d read all the plays and could recite most of them, and this wasn’t Ruby. “Well, you know, it looks cool now. But in a fight? Big ass horns means it’s easier to grab you by the head.”

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haydenkokinos:

Hayden nodded. “You make a fair point. But still, it’s best to be careful about things like this.” He stared down the hammer in question, humming in agreement. “Me too. I like history in general, but I’ve been meaning to explore Scandinavian history for a while. Norse mythology, too. Not many people are interested in this kind of thing, so I applaud you.”

He let out a chuckle, shrugging slightly. “Perhaps, but they’re both significant in many ways. Hamlet was a Dane, and Danes were descended from Vikings, right? Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio,” he recited. “Plus, many words we use in English come directly from Old Norse. So if you think about it, Shakespeare may not have been so eloquent without those words in his bank.”

 Tate shrugged, and made a mental note to look for the next best thing: a modern version he could buy and name Mjolnir. For reasons. “Well, hard not to be. It’s a lot of blood and fighting and drama, plus my last name is Thorston.” Knowing that it literally mean ‘Thor stone’ was pretty cool, and it had fueled his interest in Vikings since he was very little.

 “Yep. Denmark, Norway, and Sweden,” he answered before having to hold back a laugh at the sudden Shakespeare. He didn’t know anyone that would try that around a big guy. “Sure. People owe us a lot. Like great boats.”

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haydenkokinos:

Hayden was surprised to learn that Sacramento had a handful of museums in the vicinity, with different subjects and interests at hand. He decided he was going to visit each and every one of them, one per day.

As he perused through one of the historical museums, he came across a young man glancing at one of the Viking exhibits, chuckling to himself. “Well, I doubt they’d let you swing that around,” he said, looking over at the artifact. “It’s more than a thousand years old, you might break it. I’m guessing you have an interest in ancient Scandinavian history?”

 Tate shot the man beside him a look. A thousand years old, but if it was still around, it was still good to swing, as far as he figured it. “Well, if it’s lasted this long, a couple of swings wouldn’t kill it...But ja, big interest.” After all, his last name was Thorston, and his family had definitely been Vikings.

 “This was the only history lesson that I wanted to listen to.” The rest were dull, and a few had sent him literally jumping out of windows to avoid them. “Well. Vikings and Shakespeare. I bet that’s weird.”

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tinkerbellanger:

Tink nodded in understanding. Even if she would have to go out of her way to find wherever Astra held therapy sessions (if she even ended up going to one that is), Tink felt almost relieved. She liked being able to do things by herself if she could, but getting help every so often wasn’t a bad thing. Well, Tink had to remind herself of that sometimes anyway.

“No worries, I can figure it out,” she replied, “and you can consider yourself crystal clear. No hard feelings.” Holding her hand for a legitimate meeting, Tink realized she had never told this guy her name, “I’m Tink Bellanger.”

 “If you can’t, there’s people here more helpful than me,” he told her. And then he nodded, pleased with her understanding and her answer. “Tate Thorston. Most people call me Tuff,” he replied, shaking her hand.

 He nearly commented that her hands were tiny, but he stopped himself and went back to crossing his arms. No need to start another fight with the same person quite yet.

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Tate knew he had to be bored with his life. He was in a museum at two in the afternoon. He hadn’t done this since he got out of school, and never willingly in his life. Still, at least there was a Viking...thing...happening here, so he could look at some fucking cool weapons.

 “I wonder how much I have to pay to be able to swing that around...” he asked himself, staring at a huge hammer with a bit of a childish grin on his face.

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tinkerbellanger:

Tink listened to the man’s advice with sincerity. Therapy had never crossed her mind, but if he’d been through similar experiences as she had, then who was she to completely dismiss the idea?

“Where exactly is it located?” she asked. She felt a bit bad about asking for help after the way she had just acted and she probably could have figured it out by herself without having to depend on someone else, but she knew it probably would cause her much less trouble in the end to find out now while this part - the less tense part - of their conversation was still fresh in her mind. Wishing she had a post-it and a pen, she’d have to settle for her brain as a form of memory, which she hoped wouldn’t fail her.

“Well, gee, I appreciate that,” she laughed nervously. Her level of emotion was decreasing now and she hoped that the she could somehow let this guy know that she wasn’t always like this. Immediate aggression definitely wasn’t her typical behavior.

 Well, this had taken a turn, he could say that for certain. It was odd, but it wasn’t bad, that was cool.

 “I don’t know, I don’t get mine here. I’d ask the front desk,” he answered with a shrug. Truth be told, he hadn’t been in therapy since coming over from Norway. He only went when either he got really bad or if someone else decided he should. Call him stubborn.

 “No problem. Do it again, though, and I will duct tape your mouth closed.” Part of that was a joke, but he’d been known to follow through with things like that. Sometimes even he couldn’t tell if what he said was a joke or a promise. “No hard feelings for now?”

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youcomeandhugo:

That shouldn’t have been surprising, probably, Hugo noted, smiling all the while. “I don’t speak any Norwegian,” they admitted, fingerspelling the name of the language for lack of remembering the sign for it. “My friend taught me a little German, and I’m okay with Hebrew.” They weren’t sure if that seemed odd, if he assumed them to be deaf or mute, but there was no turning back at this point. They could see from the size of him if nothing else that he was an athlete, and they frowned. “There’s nothing fun about suits anyway,” which had to be rich coming from a tired tanned teenager with a bare midriff, but they’d stopped worrying about that a long time ago. In truth, the offer earned a bit of a blush from them, cheeks heating under their freckles, but they shook their head. “I’m just having fun, everything is so beautiful. And I doubt I could even carry anything like that.” Maybe an exaggeration, but they were feeling small compared to him.

 Tate thought about asking why they didn’t talk if they could, but decided against it for the time being. He could understand not wanting to talk, and in fact, he wished he could do less of it from time to time. Then again, talking shit and throwing insults could be pretty damn fun. “Try telling that to my father. He thinks if you don’t wear a suit as a man you’re not worth being a man, but he’s got an entire tree up his ass.” Tate laughed quietly at his own joke. Apparently, insulting his dad would never get old. Good to know. “Are you sure? I don’t think it’s all weapons...” Then again, he hadn’t seen a Ye Olde Ring Tosse so who fucking knew. “I can walk around with you in case something shows up?”

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tinkerbellanger:

It wasn’t like Tink enjoyed being this upset, she just couldn’t help it. The emotions got the best of her in situations much like these and her mind didn’t think rationally. It was a characteristic that she learned from her mother, which had never bothered Tink very much until the later end of her childhood. After that point, she hated the side of her that made her act like this.

“No, I don’t enjoy being offended. Of course not. As much as I hate feeling my emotions one thousand times more intensely than normal people, it’s not something I can control very well. Trust me, I’ve tried,” she replied, her mood changing from straight anger toward him to anger and annoyance directed more so at herself. She had also spotted the duct tape that he mentioned thanks to her peripheral vision, but she didn’t bring attention to his threat only because she knew he could, and probably would, go through with his actions. Tink decided it would be a better idea not to push him any farther than to feel his wrath. She was small and he could probably break her bones with ease due to the difference in their builds.

 Tate hadn’t been expecting to feel sympathy, but then she’d busted out with a problem that he’d had plenty of in his life. And then he felt sort of weird, because he could feel himself switching from stoic mode to random big guy advice mode. “Well...I’m like that when I let myself show it. Try therapy, it helps and I’m pretty sure it’s free here,” he suggested, shrugging. And he was sort of glad that she hadn’t pushed any more, because then he would have had to put duct tape over her mouth and that would have looked creepier than he was willing to be. “You can always try harder, and for now you’re free from the duct tape.”