#∘₊✧────── julian park. ( interactions )

[julianxpark]

who: anyone! ( @aurorabaystarter ) where: near the bumper cars, end of summer bash

"Nah, I'm alright —" Julian assured the passerby without looking up. "Me and the bumper cars had a bit of a battle but you should see the other guy." The other guy being a lime green beetle driven by an eight year old who was not currently nursing a possible concussion.

After a moment of contemplative silence, Julian's head was pounding from where his forehead made contact with the steering wheel. Thankfully, nothing was broken or at least not visibly.

"Actually, do you think you could get me some ice? You know, for my bruised ego."

[marivelasc]

closed starter for: @julianxpark

location: the market place

"This is so cute." Mariana squealed once she entered the aisle with the stuffed animals. She grabbed a penguin with a santa hat as she spun around saying, "Don't you think this is so cute?"

[julianxpark]

Julian gave Carlos a look that said 'I wonder why' although he didn't say the words. Not that he was anti-religion by any means, but in his experience, a lot of people had done a lot of shitty things under the guise of a higher power. It seemed insane that Carlos had denied some harmless fun because he feared for his soul or whatever. "I won't let you go off the deep end," Julian assured truthfully.

A fake gasp at the reveal that he'd never been drunk. The task was now at the top of Julian's to-do list for the night. "Stumbling home is the whole point, Pereria!" Julian throws an arm around Carlo's shoulder as they reach the front of the line. "I'll be your guardian angel for the night," he said to Carlos, his attention on the bouncer letting them in. A nod of thanks as they made their way inside.

Inside the club, it was utter chaos. The music was so loud, Julian had to lean over to basically shout in Carlos' ear. "What do you think?"

( @carlos-pereria )

Carlos chuckled nervously at Julian's jest. "Well, I do try to stay on the straight and narrow. Haven't had much of a chance to explore the nightlife scene here in Aurora Bay," he admitted, glancing at the vibrant surroundings and when he was, he was trying to be the hero. "But hey, I'm all for trying new things. Just don't turn me into a lost cause by the end of the night," he quipped, adjusting his stance as they moved forward in line.

He chuckled softly at Julian's joke about Mormons. "Nah, not quite that strict. I've had a beer or two, just never been drunk." he replied with a grin, trying to keep up with Julian's lively banter. Buzzed, maybe, but that was as far as it had gone. Once upon a time he would have easily been opposed, but not anymore. "Do you really want me stumbling home?" @julianxpark

[julianxpark]

who: @romanphoenix where: country night at oasis, in a booth

"Is that.." Julian could not tear his eyes away and even as it was laid out before him, he couldn't quite process it. "It is." Plucking the garnish out of his drink, Julian popped the olive into his mouth.

"Someone has recreated James Charles' Coachella look from 2019. Ass-less chaps and all. Fascinating. What do you rate it?"

[marivelasc]

closed starter for: @julianxpark / location: sunset drive-in

Mariana had no choice in the movie she was about to watch. She didn't even know what she was watching either. She had been walking alongside the friend who invited before looking down at her phone to reply to a text when the two stopped walking.

Without looking she began to speak, "Do you know why ther-" Her voice cut off when she made eye contact with who she thought was her friend that had been next to her. It wasn't a shock. She heard the rumbles of his move even if he had become a ghost in the eyes of Hollywood. People still talked. Her reaction was slow as she shook her head, quickly looking away to break the eye contact. She didn't know how to face what she had done to someone she did care about. Right now, she had no choice either.

"Sorry, I thought my friend was right here, but she's not. And..." She hesitated for a moment, this was fucking awkward. Clearing her throat, she smiled softly, "How have you been?" She uttered out. @julianxpark

[variouspolltournaments]

Anti-Propaganda is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote for something and not give reasons to vote against something.

Propaganda

Anneliese/Julian/Erika/Dominick:

I mean come on. Okay, so to be fair, they make it pretty clear that Julian is marrying Anneliese and Dominick is marrying Erika, but I've seen so many people over the years crop this picture so it just looks like Erika and Anneliese are getting married (with Serafina and Wolfie of course) and I totally get that, like I'm all for it, but I remember being a little kid and seeing this movie and my mom having to explain to me that they were not in fact all getting married together, like, to each other all four of them together. But it's just an idea that's stuck with me forever.

Because here's the thing you might go "oh well Julian and Dominick never had that much interaction, and well, Dominick and Anneliese have separate kingdoms to run so it wouldn't work out" and you're right, but Anneliese's kingdom was on the verge of bankruptcy and it's only saved in the end because she figured out the one mine in the kingdom that all the gold had been taken out of was still full of valuable geodes. But girl you cannot keep a kingdom afloat forever on one mine!!!!!

Please enter yourself and your prince consort Julian into a personally and politically beneficial polycule with the neighboring King Dominick and his lovely wife the new Queen Erika and join your kingdoms!!!

It'll all work out. So yeah I feel like for a lot of people who loved Princess and the Pauper growing up it would be like that Parks and Rec meme and it would be Julian saying "here's my wife Anneliese and that's her wife Erika and that's Erika's husband Dominick" (that's most of what I see online if I see any poly discussion in relation to this movie) but in my head all four of them are very close to each other it just took time. That's why they all went on the honeymoon together too, right 👀

Ichigo/Orihime/Ishida/Chad: In the series, they are the main characters, and they are always together. They are the humans who are constantly dealing with monsters from other worlds, and it’s usually just the 4 of them who deal with this stuff. They care about each other so much. They have experienced so much trauma together that has only strengthened their bond.

[julianxpark]

Julian had seen more than enough influencers around Los Angeles, it was to the point that it didn't bother him all that much. It just wasn't something he saw around this town as much. Maybe other residents were less used to that kind of thing.

"I'm sure you had an idea of what you were wanting to shoot or whatever," Julian shrugged. "I'm sure you didn't count on someone being in the background. You can always crop me out."

Oblivious to any type of undertone as he wiped his sweating forehead with his towel, Julian replied lightly, "I come here around this time most days." A strict workout schedule was the other thing that kept him sane. "So, what's your niche? You some kind of fitness influencer?" From the way he was built, Julian could see how people would aspire to look like him.

( @warnerstjames )

Warner flashes the man perched on the stair master a look of appreciation, thankful that he had took Warner’s question in stride instead of some of the more colourful reactions he’d had in the past—a certain unhinged member of Titanium’s staff had threatened to plaster his face on the wall behind the desk for taking a selfie once.

Warner had tried his best to avoid him since.

The man on the stair master though, that’s a guy that Warner definitely isn’t going to try to avoid in the future. “That’s crazy that you think you’d ruin the shot.” Warner smirked, looking him up down as he climbed off of the stairs master.

“You come here often?”

[60sloveletter]

10 classic films for beginners

Which hopefully aren’t too basic

Vivacious woman

Summary - College town life gets turned upside down after a button-down botany professor secretly weds a sizzling nightclub singer.

Notes: Jimmy Stewart and Ginger Rogers have incredible chemistry, definitely worth a watch if you love rom-coms!!

Don’t bother to knock

Summary - An airline pilot pursues a live-in babysitter at his hotel and gradually realizes she is not as stable as perhaps she should be.

Notes: one of my favourite Marilyn Monroe performances. This is a one of a kind performance in her catalogue and well worth the watch

The Hitch Hiker

Summary: Roy and Gilbert's fishing trip takes a terrifying turn when the hitchhiker they pick up turns out to be a sociopath on the run from the law. He's killed before, and he lets the two know that as soon as they're no longer useful, he'll kill again. The two friends plot an escape, but the hitchhiker's peculiar physical affliction, an eye that never closes even when he sleeps, makes it impossible for them to tell when they can make a break for it.

Notes: a female directed thriller, the suspense of this story is enough to keep you entertained for the whole run time

Repulsion

Summary: Beautiful young manicurist Carole suffers from androphobia (the pathological fear of interaction with men). When her sister and roommate, Helen, leaves their London flat to go on an Italian holiday with her married boyfriend, Carole withdraws into her apartment. She begins to experience frightful hallucinations, her fear gradually mutating into madness.

Notes: Roman Polanskis first film on English, it really shines in both direction and the performance from Catherine Deneuve

The red shoes

Summary: In this classic drama, Vicky Page is an aspiring ballerina torn between her dedication to dance and her desire to love. While her imperious instructor, Boris Lermontov, urges to her to forget anything but ballet, Vicky begins to fall for the charming young composer Julian Craster.

Eventually Vicky, under great emotional stress, must choose to pursue either her art or her romance, a decision that carries serious consequences.

Notes: the technicolour in this movie really shines against the ballet sequences, if you love ballet, a tortured artist or just some beautiful cinematography, give this a watch.

Roman holiday

Summary: Overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, touring European princess Ann takes off for a night while in Rome. When a sedative she took from her doctor kicks in, however, she falls asleep on a park bench and is found by an American reporter, Joe Bradley, who takes her back to his apartment for safety. At work the next morning, Joe finds out Ann's regal identity and bets his editor he can get exclusive interview with her, but romance soon gets in the way.

Notes: if you’re looking for a movie that feels like a warm hug, try this. Romantic and a gorgeous Gregory Peck, what more do you need

Angel face

Summary: Ambulance driver Frank Jessup is ensnared in the schemes of the sensuous but dangerous Diane Tremayne.

Notes: An almost predictable noir, it’s highly enjoyable seeing Jean Simmons in this type of role

The children’s hour

Summary: A private all-girls boarding school is scandalized when one spiteful student accuses the two young women who run it of having a romantic relationship.

Notes: Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine add such emotion to this story, making anyone enthralled by the tragic story

The shop around the corner

Summary: Two employees at a gift shop can barely stand one another, without realising that they are falling in love through the post as each other's anonymous pen pal.

Notes: Jimmy Stewart is so charming in this, an amazing watch around the holiday season

Bonnie and Clyde

Summary: In the 1930s, bored waitress Bonnie Parker falls in love with an ex-con named Clyde Barrow and together they start a violent crime spree through the country, stealing cars and robbing banks.

Notes: Faye Dunaways outfits are enough to make you watch this, her berets really brought the trend to life again

[nenynrawrites]

Can I ask you a headcanons with Julian Casablancas ? I know that it's not on your list but anyways ♥ I would love everything you have to writr about Jules ♥♥

Sooo, I'm still fairly new to him (and The Strokes in general), but here's my take!:D

SFW:

♡ He loves outside activities, like taking a walk in the park, going swimming, going hiking, going to the zoo and all that:) // Also: He has a designated spot in the park where you always sit, as it's the same space he asked you out at.

♡ He seems like a natural comedian, so he'd do pretend stand up comedy on your date nights, or when you have a bad day.

♡ Loves hugs, and welcomes any kind of physical interaction, even if it's just a squeeze on the arm when you're walking by, or a little tap on the shoulder, too.

NSFW:

♡ You've probably heard of the phrase ,,This guy FUCKS!''? Well, I think he falls into that category. He's gentle, assuring, and loves to take his time with you:) // Bonus: If you want him to, he'll be a bit nasty, but only as much as you're comfortable with.

♡ ALL for physical contact!!!!! No matter what position, he'll find a way to be as physically close to you as possible.

♡ A huge fan of cuddling after sex:)

[pavardscherie]

That Julian smut drove me insane! That was literally the best Julian Brandt smut I’ve ever read.

All I can think about is smut with him in the locker room after he loses a match.

── the aftermath of a loss, julian brandt

⤷ pairing ;; julian brandt & female reader ⤷ summary ;; after a loss against bayern münchen & losing the first place as well, julian needs to take out his anger somewhere. or better with someone. ⤷ warnings ;; p in v, explicit sex scenes, touching genitals ⤷ minors ;; do not interact, thank you. ⤷ izzy's rambling on ;; i don't know if i can say it like that but i'm in love with this piece, like really in love in love.

⤷ word count ;; 2653.

borussia dortmund was on a winning streak for weeks. no one was able to stop the yellow-blacks from reaching the top of the bundesliga chart until the archenemy visited the signal iduna park. the first place was owned by bayern münchen, they reserved it for years and kept getting stronger and stronger.

this time, the team of borussia dortmund was prepared for such an intense game. at least, it was exactly what the coach and his players thought before the referee blew the whistle to start the first half. everything they‘ve shown on the pitch those past weeks vanished. dortmund stood against the great bayern münchen like a team who just joined the higher ranks of the bundesliga and couldn’t focus at all.

it was a disaster, starting with kobel missing the ball in euphoria, and granting bayern an easy lead goal. what followed, could have been suicide. three goals, outplayed by the team, and not even being able to defend the slightest from an incoming attack. and to say julian was furious about the embarrassing match was a ridiculous understatement.

it should not have been possible to feel this kind of degradation after dominating the chart most of the time.

when the dortmund players left the building one after one, you started to feel the concern gnaw on your heart when julian's handsome, cherry blossom-pink-tinted face did not appear in your sight. the jersey, colored in bumblebee golden and deep black, draped over your crossed arms, you decided to await the next appearing figure from the tunnels before going inside.

but instead of the handsome face, you admired so much at each hour of the day, his captain stepped outside. dressed in the bright sunflower-yellow jacket with the dortmund emblem sewn on the front left, marco raised an arm to wave goodbye to you before disappearing towards the waiting car.

shaking your head, you felt the frustration building up, and mixing with the formerly felt feeling. concerned about julian‘s well-being and him, beating himself up, for a lost match, you entered the tunnels. your face was a known one to the guards, julian has taken you to the vip section more than once in the past.

greeting them nicely with a nod of your head, you strolled down the corridor until the locker room sign caught your eye. most players already left the building, desiring to be with their loved ones after such a devastating outcome, yet, julian still stayed in the arena.

knocking against the door with your knuckles, you waited of couple of seconds for an answer. but the silence from the other side frightened you. pushing the door open carefully, you glanced inside. dim, yellow light from the ceiling illuminated the changing room, the small corridor to the shower was completely dark. in the right corner, you recognize the large, yellow bag with number nineteen written on the thick material.

„jule?“ your soft voice echoed through the locker room, reminding you that you should not be in this place, not julian seemed to be. walking further inside, the heavy door closed behind you. the surprising sound almost made you jump, as sudden shivers covered your skin. „jule?“ you questioned again, hoping that he would just sit somewhere around the corner, trying to play a very unfunny joke on you.

but there was no answer again. instead, footsteps boomed off the walls, the loud sound of soles hitting the tiles on the floor made it difficult to determine the source. looking from left to right, you suddenly felt trapped in the middle of a locker room. and when you finally decided to explore the darkened room where the showers were, a hand wrapped tightly around your wirst and effortlessly pulled you backward. your chest collided with the cold door, the heated cheek pressed against the material. an arm twisted behind your back, holding you perfectly in the position.

an attempt to wiggle yourself out of the contact fired the wrong way. instead of being able to run away from whatever was happening at the moment, you were pushed stronger against the door. exhaling hasty, and quick breaths as the sudden fear overshadowed any previous feeling you had, your ears were blessed with an all too familiar chuckle. „calm down, love. it’s just me.“ julian cooed, pressing himself against your back to blow a gentle kiss on the crown of your hair.

the increased heartbeat finally slowed down when julian confessed that the presence you felt, was him. „you fucking scared me, you idiot.“ you remarked, rolling the eyes to the back of your head in annoyance. “come on, babe. don’t do that, it only ends in punishment.” julian teased, reminding you of the list of rules he made months ago. rolling the eyes, and unnecessary insults were truly against what he demanded.

“can you let go of me now? i’m pretty sure, you’re leaving bruises again.” you let your head lean against the cold door, feeling your mind drifting into a different world. the position you were in, pressed up against the door, with your back slightly arched and exposing your ass to him. perfectly, rounded cheeks which became the greatest occupation for his rough palms.

“why? don’t you like it?” julian muttered, a hand wandering over your left side, and dug into the skin around your hipbone. “i like it, the way your body already reacts to my touch in this position.”

“jule.” you spoke, a warning, low tone overtaking your usual, gentle voice. “we can work further on your growing problem at home.”

“don’t think i can actually keep the anger inside of me for longer.” you tried to wiggle out of his tight grip, but with one of your arms held tightly on the curve of your back, your empty one was completely useless. even with two, it would be difficult to overpower the blonde man. “let me fuck my rage into you, baby.”

you wished for your head to stop working for once, or at least, having your body under control when julian was around. but your legs betrayed you, clutching together tightly and attempting to stop the wetness from pooling. “see, don’t tell me you don’t want me.” julian’s deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, and sent shiver straight down your spine.

ignoring him was easy, resisting his attempts of having his way with you, was impossible in each situation. “i will make it quick, i promise.” his lips pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck, the wetness reminding you of the times, his skilled tongue trailed over the veins on the sides of your throat after multiple orgasm denials.

how lucky for the midfielder that you picked out a denim skirt for today's match as the sun settled deeply in the sky, between the small clouds that traveled alone through the endless blue. "I'm not convinced about this, jule. i don't want you to get ― "

the second you ranted again about the consequences that waited behind the same door, you were pressed against, if a coach or guard decided to check if the changing rooms were empty; julian decided for himself to interrupt you. fleshy fingers brushed over the velvet, lace underwear, tapping the rough pads against the damp spot right between your thighs. "you've always been too intrigued by a little aggressiveness, my love."

julian knew exactly which buttons he had to press, or which words had to roll off his tongue to coax out the needy whimpers, and sharp hisses from your dry throat. it happened often enough to become a daily habit for the football player. letting the tips of his fingers trace over the lace material of your panties, drawing each ornament painfully slow, the lightest but most skillful touch already blessed you with enough bliss to let a simple moan slip past your lips. "so easily convincible."

his vocals were teasing you, a reminder of how quickly your demeanor faltered once his skilled fingers found the right places to touch. mostly the wetness pooling between your thighs, on other days, his meaty palm against the silken skin of your waist. on other days, it should not be this unchallenging for julian and yet, resisting him turned out to be hopeless. "so beautiful, so wet."

fingertips dipped underneath the thin layer of lace material, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal your dripping pussy. "what a pity, i can't feel your sweet taste on my tongue." the confession made you clench your thighs together, the desire increasing to a level, you did not know existed. but julian reacted quicker than your body, using his knee to keep your legs open enough for his hand to fit between them.

he tsked, "come on baby, don't be like that. we have to be quick." the explanations he gave you, were backed up by many reasons. solely a handful involved the appearance of a teammate, who had a hard time keeping a secret to himself. by midnight, anyone at borussia dortmund would be informed about the extraordinary happenings in the changing room.

you winced as he smeared the pre-cum over your pussy, coating his dick in a mixture of your juices, and partly his. "don't worry, princess. i will just hurt for a couple of seconds." julian informed you, preparing your mindset for the intentions he had. before processing, that the little play of his hands was solely to demonstrate how much power he had over your body; and not because he felt the need to stretch you before entering, he already pushed his tip between your labia and into your wet hole.

the warmth immediately greeted him, your walls stretched out for his dick and the wetness still pooling between your thighs, made it easier for julian to slip in. he always loved how damp a spot on your lacey underwear was; after simply touching your party in general places. pads digging into your waist, fingers dancing to an inaudible melody over your exposed thigh. the little things caused sparks in your stomach, the thought of not knowing what julian was up to next.

for now, you knew, he wasn't going to be easy with you. time ticked away, the cleaning staff should shortly arrive to eradicate the mess, the team left behind in the tunnels and rooms. your sole free hand clenched, trying to hold on to something. but pressed against the door did not give her many options. nails scratched over the solid metal of the door, not strong enough to fill the room with squeaks. "fuck, you always feel so good, always welcoming my cock."

the words coaxed a slight moan out of your throat, needing to feel more of him before the time ran out. hues of cherry red and watermelon pink mixed on the span of your cheeks, the soft skin of your right face pressed against the metal door while one of your arms was still trapped on your back; and julian's tight grip.

his free hand stroked over the left cheek of your ass, slapping his finger multiple times against the wiggling flesh while starting to pull his dick, and thrust himself back in. easy wasn't an option tonight, julian needed to make the most of the minutes that were left. and going home with him would be so much easier if the rage vanished into thin air, and the rants weren't as horrible to listen to.

skin slapping on skin echoed through the formerly dead silent changing rooms, the rough-skinned palm pressed against the lush skin around the length of your waist. lids fluttered closed from the bliss of his deep thrusts, the reddened tip stroking the sweet spot inside of you. pushed in the pleasure-filled haze, and the sensation of being trapped between the cold door, and his warm body, were almost enough to tip you over the edge.

you let him set the pace, feeling his hips snap against your ass quicker and harsher than the past times, you were sprawled out on the bed, julian hovering above you. while the time was short, the midfielder had a harder time concentrating on his relentless movements with the pretty noises that fell out of your mouth. melodious moans, and soft whines, combined.

"why don't you cum for me, love?" julian's voice was closer to you, his chin resting on your back, the mouth pressing soft kisses over your shoulder blade. "or do you want the cleaning staff to find us? maybe even watch us without letting us know they even found us?"

his voice was a mess of raspy but persuasive words, luring you into another world filled with much more than quiet whines. slowly, you forced yourself to open your eyelids. a sudden desire to at least have a glimpse of what julian looked like at this exact moment overcame your pleasure-filled body. blonde strands turned into an inevitable mess. beads of sweat covered his forehead, the thin hairs stuck against the sticky skin as he solely focused on the moment, how his thick length disappeared in your stretched-out pussy.

eyebrows deeply furrowed, thick lines of wrinkles appearing between his eyes and the hairline as the concentration twisted his features. it was always julian's priority to make you cum before him, and he always succeeded. his entire being, his presence, has been addictive and intoxicating for you since the first day, he laid his eyes on you

and the image of julian behind you, so entirely focused on sending you into a deep bliss-filled haze, and it was right there. the pleasure overcame you faster than expected, the low groans coaxed out of his dry mouth pulled the last strings to untie the knot. quivering limbs, nails trying so miserably to leave marks all over the door and your walls clenching around julian's length, holding him tightly inside of you while his thrusts became a sloppy rhythm. moans left your dry mouth in a mess, his name mixed with oh's and multiple curse words.

large hands grabbed at your hips desperately until he's emptied himself inside of you. pressing his body against yours tightly, julian's hips stuttered as last the white spurts covered the insides of your pussy. instead of pulling out of you, you felt the bruising grip of his fingers release the arm behind your back, and press the palms of his sweaty hands against the cold metal door. heavy-breathing chest lifted with the deep inhales of oxygen, and you felt every movement; trapped further between the solid exit and your boyfriend. "told you, you would like it." julian breathed against the side of your head, the warm breath fanning mildly across your ear as he slowly, and very carefully pulled out of your pussy.

the soreness settled in quickly, as your wetness and his semen dribbled down the inside of your thighs. "never said i would not like it. just a very inappropriate location." you chuckled, forcing your exhausted, and heavy limbs to turn around and face julian. delicate fingertips reached out for his face, trailing along his temples and over his right, red-tinted cheek.

"you look like you just came off the pitch." and the confession made him chuckle, even after losing the game after having such an advantage. "nah, they don't make me this whacked. only you do." he tugged his limp dick back into the jogging pants, before his calloused fingers helped you to place your lace, still damp, panties over your pussy again. your face twisted in disgust, the feeling a rather uncomfortable one.

"just till we're home." julian muttered, letting you pull down the denim skirt before taking a step forward, his chewed-up lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. and just as he turned around to grab the yellow bag from the wooden benches, the squeaking sounds of the cleaning staff's old trolly echoed through the catacombs.

[julianxpark]

Julian nods his head compulsively. A little because he wants to show he's listening and understands but another part is so high that the motion just feels good so he keeps doing it before realising he's looking like a bobblehead. "Feelings are good," Julian slurs before adding, "except when feelings are bad."

Bad feelings were better pushed down, in Julian's opinion. "How do we ever know if the feeling is good or bad? Sometimes it's good to feel bad, but other times it's not?" His brow furrows together in confusion. "Like getting out of your comfort zone is good, but it feels bad until it feels good. Y'know what I mean?"

Likely not.

"Nah, man. I hate seeing my face in ads and shit," Julian shakes his head. "It gives me that.. what's the word?" He thinks for a moment before giving up. "Doesn't matter, doesn't make me feel good. At least yours was because you did something cool. I just.. act. Acted." He corrects himself, the words are in past tense now.

( @keolalagaaia )

"Woah," Keo says like he's been stopped in his tracks, which he was very much still in motion. It's a good point but an opposing one to the one that was slipping through his fingers like wisps of smoke in the night air, and he tries to grasp for it in an endeavour that would be equally as pointless.

"I don't know it, but I feel it. And feelings count for something."

He's not sure exactly for what -- but something.

"That's what I'm saying. This face should be in print. It was once, in Surfer. It was when I won a surfing comp at sixteen. I sent about thirty copies of that to Samoa to my dad's fam. That's probably not that impressive to you, you've been on actual billboards."

@julianxpark

[julianxpark]

julian ✉️ tilly

Julian: how much would you have to be paid to be in a hallmark christmas movie? Julian: i think i'd do it for free ( @tillycai )

[brainmaniaman]

Odd request, but Ricky grieving a dead s/o if you can? Neutral terms preferred but whatever is fine.

I have been waiting for a Ricky request and this is such a good one, I have such a good idea. Gender neutral terms? I got you.  Pairing: Ricky Lafleur/Reader Tags: Reader death, alcoholism, drug abuse, angst, guns, cops Authors Note: I typed this up in a flurry. I'm sorry if it's not as in-depth, I made it in like two hours. I really liked this idea! I took a different approach, if that's okay. Word Count: 2,882 Summary: Ricky doesn't handle grief very well.

LATE MAY Ricky loved Lucy, he really did. Well, he loved her the best he could love her. It was hard for Ricky to not love the mother of his child. But Trinity was really the only thing they had in common. Ricky was nothing short of a deadbeat dad, waffling in and out of Trinity's life - though he was trying. What did it matter when he could always trust Julian to handle it? Julian always dropped by to see Trinity, he was basically her uncle, so what the fuck did it matter if he needed to slip off and get piss drunk? Life used to be more fun, but that was so long ago - way before Ricky ever really considered Lucy as an option. You were everything he wasn't - smart, driven, and destined for greatness. And, unlike others, you actually truly believed in him.  And God knew that Ricky loved Lucy in the best way that he could - but Lucy wasn't you. "Why don't you take Trin and I out to the park, Ricky?" Lucy inquires. "You know I hate this fucking season," Ricky waves Lucy off, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "I hate the fucking rain and the sunshine and the wet grass and butterflies and shit, it's fucking annoying."  "Yeah, that's what it is." Lucy responds shortly, "You know, why don't you ever talk -"  "There's nothing to fucking talk about Lucy. What do you want me to do? Tell the butterflies to fuck off and the sun to stop shining? News flash, I already did and fucking spring is still here." Before Lucy can express any concern over Ricky, the door to their home is slammed shut, bouncing a few times before it finally clicks closed.

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"What are you doing out here during school hours?"  Ricky is leaned against the water fountain, a cigarette placed gently between his lips. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm smoking a fucking cigarette. What's it to you?"  "You're not supposed to be skipping class. Or smoking a cigarette on school property."  "Well fuck me officer, sorry for breakin' the law. What are you anyway, the fucking hall monitor?"  "I am." You're scribbling writing down furiously onto the notepad issued to you by the high school. You stroke him a ticket, ripping it off the pad and handing it to him. Ricky takes it despite the fact he's unable to read. "Yeah well, you wanna know what I think about your fucking ticket officer?" He rips it into pieces, throwing it into the water fountain. He slams his elbow down onto the water fountain, spewing water all over the paper. It grows wet quickly before breaking apart, stopping up the drain. "Fuck you, that's what I think about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some fucking dope to sell. Or you gonna stroke me a ticket for that too?” ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° You two didn't exactly get off on the right foot - but then again, nobody got off on the right foot with Ricky. He was a troubled kid who ran his mouth too much. He had expected that interaction to be the last between you two, but it wasn't. It seemed like everywhere you turned, Ricky was there - causing fucking problems. It only got worse when, in a last-ditch-effort to keep Ricky in school, your math teacher had begged you to tutor him. You had worked wonders with other kids like Ricky, so why not try? You didn't want to at first but with a bit of a convincing, and monetary payment, you had agreed to tutor Ricky. If Ricky remembered correctly, he skipped the first tutoring session. He thought that that would be the end of that, but the next day you had confronted him in front of all of his closest dope-fiend friends after school. "I can't believe you wasted my time like that."  "What the fuck are you going on about?"  "We were supposed to have a tutoring session."  "You seriously fucking thought I'd show up to that stupid shit? You've got to have shit for brains. I don't do schoolwork."  "I'm your last chance to pass math, if you don't show up to these tutoring sessions then Mr. Richards is going to fail you without a question."  "Do you think I give a fuck if he fails me? Tell him to fucking fail me, I don't give a fuck. I'm not even gonna finish my grade ten. I got a good dope-sellin' business, I'm makin' a lot of money. I don't need this shitty fucking place."  "Do you plan on doing anything with your life other than growing dope?"  "Nope."  "What's it going to take to get you there, Ricky?" You couldn't help it. You just loved a good challenge. "Nothing."  "Nothing at all?"  "You know what, if you took me out to that buffet off of second street for every tutoring session and paid, I'd show up to it."  "Done."  There's a silent pause. "Are you being fuckin' serious?"  "Yes."  "You'll pay for me?"  "If you come and actually work."  "I mean shit, why not. Free food is free food. When should I show up?"  "Tonight at six." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° From the way Ricky ate, it was obvious that food was a scarcity at home. So much for making a good living off of dope. But it seemed like food was a good motivator. Ricky sucked dick at math, but at least he was trying - well, as hard as Ricky could try. Threatening to end your sessions seemed to be good enough to scare him into complying, and over time it really seemed that Ricky was actually improving in math. He was nowhere near passing, but the fact that Ricky could bring his grades up from a straight 0 to 40 was impressive - even to Mr. Richards. "Why do you do this anyway?" He asks one session, out of the blue. "Everyone deserves to have someone in their corner rooting for them. If food is what it takes to get you to get your grade ten, then I'll empty my pockets. You think you're stupid Ricky, but you're not. You just need someone around to give you an extra push." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He's hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead, eyes pinched close. The thoughts about you had died down years ago - why was it coming up just now? He takes the joint between his fingers and brings it to his lips, inhaling and then exhaling. "I need to get fucking drunk tonight."  "Maybe you should slow down on that smokin', Ricky. Why don't you come over and watch some cable? WWE's playin' tonight." Bubbles offers Ricky an alternative to drinking and smoking. It's usually around this time of the year, late May, when Ricky gets antsy.

He never brings you up and even claims to have forgotten about everything but his good friend Bubbles and Julian know better. Ricky usually gets more belligerent around late May. Julian guesses that it's a form of PTSD, and at one point he even tried to sit Ricky down as a friend and explain to him all of the symptoms of PTSD that jail counselor told him about, but Ricky never listens because "it's not that big of a fucking deal." So it's around this time Julian and Bubbles take a step back to give Ricky space and try to help him make it to June. But it's typically a hard task. "No offense Bubbles but that sounds like a terrible time I'd rather get piss drunk with Ray."  "Come on Ricky, you know how bad your dad gets when he's drunk. If you're gonna get drunk, at least do it in my trailer." Ever since he got out of jail, Juilan has been trying to avoid drunk get-togethers - but this is a different story. "I know exactly what you're doing Julian and I'm not fuckin' havin' it" Ricky shakes an accusatory finger at Julian, "I don't need your fuckin' pity."  "It's not pity, Ricky. You're telling me you don't wanna come over, get drunk, and eat chicken fingers?"  "Are you buying the chicken fingers?"  "Sure," Julian concedes, "I'll buy the chicken fingers."  "Then fuck yeah I'm comin' over." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° It's around this time of year that no amount of liquor can get rid of the nightmares and the memories. Even piss-ass drunk leaning over Julian's toilet hurling, every second of your relationship with him flashes through his memory. Some of the memories are good. "Remember that time (name) and I got caught fuckin' around with Lahey's yard flamingos? That shit was so funny. He was so pissed." Julian rubs Ricky's back, listening to him blabber on about the memories in between dry heaving and vomiting. "Or the time (name) beat J-Roc in a hotdog eating contest? That shit was -" Ricky stops talking so he can hurl out the fifteen chicken fingers he ate against better judgement, "- that shit was so funny. Or that time we blew off homecoming and drove out to make-out point and . . ." Ricky pauses, half a smile cracking his lips, "You know, (name) -"  "Alright Ricky," When Ricky lifts his head up, it's obvious that his skin is soaked in tears. Julian doesn't comment on it, though. Ricky would only deny the fact that he's been crying. "I think I'm allergic to these fucking chicken fingers, they're making my fucking eyes water."  "Uh-huh" Julian is wiping down Ricky's face with warm water, cleaning up his mess before helping his friend stumble onto the couch. Some of the memories are bad, though. Memories of arguing flash through his head. 

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"You can't fucking drop out to sell dope! You've worked too hard for this!"  "You mean you've worked too hard for this, I know Mr. Richards is paying you to tutor me. I bet he's paying you to date me, too!"  "It's not like that, Ricky!" You plead, "Yes, he was paying me to tutor you! But he's not paying me to like you, Ricky. He's not paying me to love you."  Ricky seems taken aback by the comment. It's the first time you've told him you loved him. For a second, he thinks about apologizing, about kissing all over your face and promising you that he'd never talk about dropping out again. You had a future together, you were going to graduate together, grow old together, and die together holding hands. But Ricky always lets his anger get the best of him. "No, you know what (name)? Fuck you. Fuck off. You're just saying that so you can get more money from Mr. Richards."  "Ricky, I love you, I swear -" Ricky waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just fuck off already and get out of my hair. I don't want to see you again. In fact, I wouldn't want to see you if I was on my fucking deathbed breathing my last fucking breaths." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "They shouldn't have been there Julian, they weren't supposed to be there." Ricky rolls forward, his head placed in his hands. Every time Julian opens his mouth to speak, Ricky is speaking over him in frantic sobs. It's not typical to see Ricky like this, only in late May. "It was just a dope deal gone wrong, they shouldn't have been there, they shouldn't have been there. I didn't know they were going to be there. It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault." 

There’s not much Julian can say to soothe Ricky. He’s tried, but it’s never been enough. The only thing they can do is make it through the rest of the month.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You weren't supposed to be there. In fact, Ricky had thought the fuck off was enough to keep you away. But there you were, coming around his house in the middle of the night. You didn't think much of the other two people who were hanging around Ricky on Ray's porch. You just assumed it was Julian and Bubbles. You were here to beg for him back, to tell him how much you loved him and how much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Young love, right? The guys on the porch weren't expecting visitors. There weren't supposed to be visitors. Ricky hadn't planned for visitors. Ricky had told them there wouldn't be anyone around. So as you walked up the steps, a commotion broke out. "You said there wasn't going to be anyone around! Is this a fucking sting? This is a fucking sting!"  "No officers! I swear, I didn't know someone was coming. No-one is supposed to come! Wait! Wait! Wait! Put the fucking gun down! That's just my friend! Fuck!"  Ricky can't get to them fast enough and a gunshot rings in the air. The moment the two cops realize it's a teen crumpled up on the ground and not an undercover agent, they're rushing to their car. "You shot (name)! You shot them! Get the fuck over here and help us!"  "Sorry kid, we gotta go! We can't be seen around this shit or we'll lose our jobs and go to jail. That's how these things go. word of the wise, you shouldn't have friends you actually like if you're gonna be in this business, kid."  Ricky is left alone to tear off his shirt, pushing it against the bullet hole right in your abdomen. Blood seeps through the shirt, soaking it. People are leaving their homes now, rushing to the scene of the crime in a panic. There's a large commotion, though Lahey breaks it up. "What the fuck did you get into, kid? What the fuck have you done?"  "I didn't do shit! If you're not gonna help Lahey then fuck off! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't you dare fucking die, if you die I'm going to have to bring you back and fucking kill you myself! Just hold on a bit longer."  But you were already gone.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops." Ricky repeats like a mantra. Julian helps lay Ricky on his side, bringing a glass of water to set on the side of the coffee table.  Julian remembers how the death was swept under the rug, simply labeled as a "drug bust gone wrong" - if you could call two cops shooting a teenager thinking they were going to lose their career in a sting operation a drug bust gone wrong. They ended up taking matters into their own hands, but still. That wasn't enough. "It's all my fault, I should have said something, I should have done something, I should have told them I love them - God, fuck," Ricky presses his head into his hands, "They should have never met me. All that shit Lahey spews is right, I'm no good." It's the only time Ricky seems to express any sort of understanding of where he was in life and who he was. The only time he really seems to take full accountability. He still remembers the way your parents cussed him out and blamed him for what happened. It's the only time Julian saw Ricky sit there and take shit without blowing up. All he could do was sit and nod and agree with every awful thing they said to him. They were right - you were on the path to being a valedictorian. You had so much to give to the world. They told him that they prayed to God the next person he started seeing didn't end up an chalked outline, too. He didn't need to be terrorizing the general student body, dragging them into business that wasn't his own. He agreed, so he dropped out. It was the only way he felt he could truly reconcile what happened. A warm spring breeze passes through the open window, rustling the curtains and filling the room with the smell of wet grass. Julian doesn't say anything. He can't say anything. Nothing he's said ever really seems to soothe Ricky's seasonal grief. The counselor in jail had talked to Ricky about maybe distracting himself during this time, spending time with his family and trying to find the joy in spring, but he can never seem to get over the hurdle of actually dealing with the trauma. Ricky doesn't do handling grief. Instead, he liquors himself up in an attempt to forget. It doesn't help, though. All it does it land him crying and puking in Julian's bathroom, rattling off about how he should have done better, how he should have told you he loved you sooner, and how things might've been different.  The only thing they can do is just get through late May.

[tangleweave]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: @kylo-wrecked

I have to admit I needed a few minutes to assemble ten fandoms, and a few minutes more for each one to think of ten characters for a couple of them! Fortunately, having an RP blog means I already interact with a few...

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Marvel Universe Eddie Brock / Venom Beta Ray Bill Peter Parker / Spider-Man Phil Coulson Groot Stephen Strange Vision {Seriously, did anybody expect the first seven to be any different?} Curt Connors / The Lizard Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler Henry McCoy / The Beast

DC Universe Clark Kent / Superman Barry Allen / The Flash James Gordon Alfred Pennyworth Dick Grayson / Nightwing Tim Drake / Red Robin Kyle Rayner / Green Lantern Jimmy Olsen J'onn J'onzz / Martian Manhunter Victor Stone / Cyborg

Star Trek Universe Data Julian Bashir Saru Wesley Crusher Spock Miles O'Brien The Doctor Nog Worf Jadzia Dax

Star Wars Universe (yes, I count Legends, come at me) Corran Horn The Dark Woman Plo Koon Luke Skywalker Han Solo Anakin Skywalker Chewbacca Leia Organa Wedge Antilles Din Grogu

Trigun Nicholas D. Wolfwood Vash the Stampede Hoppered the Gauntlet Milly Thompson B.D.N. Rem Saverem Midvalley the Hornfreak Meryl Strife Dominique the Cyclops Legato Bluesummers

Yu-Gi-Oh! Joey Wheeler Tristan Taylor Yugi Muto Yami / Pharaoh Atem Rafael Mai Valentine Duke Devlin Mahad Odion Mako Tsunami

Power Rangers Universe Billy Cranston Zack Taylor Kimberly Hart Trini Kwan Jason Lee Scott Adam Park Robert James Anubis Cruger Lord Zedd Tommy Oliver

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Donatello Leonardo Michelangelo Splinter Raphael Casey Jones Bebop Rocksteady Mondo Gecko Muckman

Babylon 5 Stephen Franklin Zack Allan Vir Cotto Lennier G'Kar Lorien Marcus Cole Michael Garibaldi Jeffrey Sinclair John Sheridan

The West Wing Josiah Bartlet Charlie Young Toby Ziegler Sam Seaborn Dolores Landingham C.J. Cregg Margaret Hooper Leo McGarry Debbie Fiderer Josh Lyman

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Tagging: @brooklynislandgirl @nightmarefuele @illbringthechaosmagic @itmeanspeace @morgansmornings @sokovianfortune @defectivexfragmented @yggdrasilushxrt @tabbyrp @corinnebaileyrp

[julianxpark]

"Probably," Julian shrugged, not caring enough to be sure. "I don't know, I'm not a baby scientist." He actually had little care for kids unless they were somehow related to him. "Don't get used to it," Julian teases, sliding over some food for Chase to divvy up. "I'm just securing my bets. You know I put down money on you guys every year, I expect a return on my investment this season."

( @chascwilliams )

"I'm pretty sure we all are supposed to have fine motor skills." Chase teases. "Isn't it a skill we all learn and tend to have problems with since we were infants?" Of course, he realizes his skills should be a little better given his profession. "I know mine should be better but at least it's good during football season." He smirks. "I knew you had a soft spot in your heart for little ol' me."

@julianxpark

[findroleplay]

Literacy: At least 2-4 sentences, But I'm good with multi-para's too. I'll match your energy/writing length

Fandom: Trailer Park boys, Grimsburg, Hazbin Hotel, OC roleplay(Fantasy/Horror/Etc)

Tags for the mod: TPB, TPB Julian, TPB Ricky, Trailer Park Boys, Trailer Park Boys Julian, Trailer Park Boys Ricky, TPB animated (I don't know the other tags sorry my bad)

Pair: We can do any type of pairing

None of the pairs are required, Just what I'd like on my half

Character(s): I'm willing to play any/all characters needed, But I can't guarantee that all of them will be accurate

Commas will stand for 'and/or'

Ship(s): Ricky x Julian, Ricky x Oc, Oc x Julian, Julian x Oc x Ricky (or we could do a normal non-ship/oc x oc rp, This applies for all) || (I don't have any ships for Grimsburg but we can always discuss) || Adam x Oc, Alastor x Oc, Sir Pentious x Oc ||

Triggers: None, Anything is on the table

Genres: Any

Plot ideas: We'll discuss

Where: Deeztastic on Discord

I'd prefer if only 18+ interacted with this post, Even if we don't rp NSFW rping with minors gives me a bit of an ick

We can discuss everything in messages, Mine are open if anyone is interested, And if you don't have discord leave a like and I'll reach out.

Dark topics allowed, Including anything related to gore/death/nsfw

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