Winston Arnold

[winston-losesome]

trcshcans​:

open starter @liminalstart​ where: local gym 

most of the time, if someone canceled on her, shane would be annoyed and pissed off. well, she was still annoyed and pissed, but today she decided to take advantage of it. it was her last session for the day anyways so she decided to call it quits and get a work out in while she was still here. some might call it obsessive considering they work out all day, but this was just for themself and her sessions consisted of telling people what to do more than actually working out. sometimes you just gotta do something for yourself, right? strapping on some gloves, shane decided to let out some frustration at the pinching bag. after ten minutes or so of working up a good sweat, they felt eyes on them and looked back. “i’m off the clock so if you’re looking to set up a session, you gotta talk to the girl at the front desk,” they said, grabbing their water bottle, assuming that the only reason someone would want to talk to her was because she was still wearing the cut off tshirt for the gym with ‘trainer’ printed across the back. 

In his quest to return to his fitness glory, Winston was finally beginning to make a more regular appearance at the gym. If anyone were paying attention, they would’ve noticed he had formerly been a regular, then fallen off for a little while, and now he was back. Of course, he hoped no one was quite that observant. 

Ever the friendly face, though, he had made the acquaintance of much of the gym staff back when he was a more frequent attendee, including the trainer that was currently pummeling the bag. Wanting to say hi, but not wanting to interrupt, he took his position to stretch, waiting until she was finished. “Is that any way to welcome back your favorite member?” he said in a light, joking tone, groaning as he pulled himself out of the hamstring stretch he’d put himself in. “Although I may need to follow your advice and set up some sessions, clearly I’ve fallen off my game.”

[winston-losesome]

everandevermcre​:

open starter / @liminalstart​​ centralia park 

           the bathroom line is long , like all of centralia has congregated in this ridiculous heat to use a public , non - air - conditioned , restroom . bowie has no interest in drawing attention to herself , though she has always had a knack for it . what she doesn’t want comes so easily that it’s a little insulting . outside the restrooms bowie begins rummaging through a muddled collection of things until she pulls out a ‘ men’s ’ deodorant one of her other blonde abernathy sister’s had roasted her for earlier that week . they don’t know what their missing . their deoderant doesn’t have a cool name like wolfthorn or volcano … but bowie simply grabbed the deoderant back , made a face at them , and turned on their heel . 

              now , outside the restrooms , bowie begins applying the deodorant … but all she can hear is her sister’s words on repeat in her head . at risk of having someone else approach her or whisper to their friends about it , bowie begins walking off toward the nearest tree to take solace in , continuing to apply the deodorant simultaneously . when they finally reach the tree , they circle around it until bam ! bowie’s chest feels like it jumps and then begins running . later she will google what a heart attack feels like to find out if this was the equivalent ; it’s that bad . the collision causes the plastic to fall flat and its cap to go flying . bowie shuts her eyes and squeezes them tight . ‘  this isn’t happening ,  ’ she mutters . 

Winston likes to pretend he keeps himself in good shape. An ex-athlete, there is some part of him that he knows will always desire movement. And, besides, as a mental health professional he knows the benefits of a regular exercise routine go far past the physical. However, there are times where his gym bag and running shoes sit in the corner of his office, collecting dust and taunting him for their lack of use. Then, eventually, like this morning, he finally gives in, changes into the gym clothes he packed with good intentions several weeks ago, and decides to get back on his grind. 

Since today’s weather was nice enough, he figured he would head to the park for an easy jog. Or, at least, what he had expected to be an easy jog. He very quickly realized, however, that he had let his stamina falter a bit more than he’d anticipated. And now, maybe a mile or two in, he found himself leant against a tree, trying to intake full breaths and will away the cramps in his calves, when he suddenly got bumped into. HIs eyes opened in time to see the smaller blonde recoil, registering the fallen deodorant. “Oh hey!” he attempts to sound jovial, as opposed to winded, as he bends to pick up the fallen toiletry, groaning as he stands back up “We use the same kind. You have excellent taste.” Winston smiles, brushing some grass off the cap before extending it to her. 

[userdilf-deactivated20210916]

Before becoming an actor, you wanted to be a mechanical engineer, can you tell us what got you interested in engineering?

My brothers were very important to me growing up. They literally were my superheroes! One of my brothers was in law school and the other was in engineering school. I knew I wasn’t smart enough to be a lawyer so engineer was the next pick…I honestly thought engineering was all about building things and blowing things up! How could you not be excited about that?

Anthony Mackie for L’Officiel Australia (May 2021)

[winston-losesome]

It had simply phased out of Winston’s nature many years ago to be afraid of any human being. Perhaps it was the psychology degree in him, or the particularly rough years of his past, but either way he just can’t bring himself to do so. Which is probably why he was able to make friends with Lucifer so quickly. He had none of the fear that so many people seemed to feel when it came to the, admittedly imposing, lawyer. He simply saw him for who he was, and it seemed the other man did him too. Mutual respect flourished into an easy friendship, which is part of why he was able to fly past the secretaries with a smile and wave and make his way into his office without anyone putting up resistance. 

“I come bearing gifts.” he said, holding up the takeout bag in his hand “Your usual. And my usual. Because I love you, but not enough to sit here and watch you eat alone.”

@ofmcthman​

[winston-losesome]

All throughout school and the early years of his practice, everyone had lectured him about the importance of not getting too attached to the people he was working with. And he’d sworn he wouldn’t. But there was no denying that Winston was a softie with a big heart, which both made him great at his job and not so much, especially when it came to that one particular detail. Truth be told, he didn’t know exactly what it was about Copeland that had drawn him to her so fiercely. He supposed it could have been any one of the kids he worked with. But, for whatever reason, fate had decided that it would be her. If he’d been allowed, he would’ve adopted her then and there. Regardless of that, though, the bond formed was nothing short of paternal and, at this point, clearly inseparable. 

Which is why a trademark grin appeared on his face when she walked in his office on his break. “Awfully kind of you to show up after ignoring my texts all morning, you gremlin.” He stood and moved out from behind his desk to wrap his arms around her in a bear hug. “I just got a shipment in today and it has dinosaur shaped stress balls in it. I’m allowing you first pick, naturally” 

@ofmcthman​