#by me and terriblygrimm lol

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1. Are you named after anyone? No, I’m not.

2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday cause I stubbed my toe and boy did that freaking hurt so much! Involuntary crying. I didn’t know I had tears in my eyes until much later. 

3. Do you have kids? I do not.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not so much? I don’t know what qualifies as sarcasm sometimes lol

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I did swimming for a while and basic kendo but my body couldn’t keep up with the physical demand so I stopped. Now I mostly do some light dancing. 

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Oh I recently noticed this one about me and it’s their manner of speech! 

7. What's your eye colour? Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both. Both is good. 

9. Any special talents? I can flip an egg on the pan without a spoon or spatula! 

10. Where were you born? On a very beautiful island somewhere in the East Sea :) (I think this one is obvious lmao)

11. What are your hobbies? Mostly indoor activities like reading and baking. I started learning some design stuff too.

12. Do you have any pets? No :( but someday I will have doggos 

13. How tall are you? 5′6″ 14. Favorite subject in school? English

15. Dream job? I wanted to be a travel photographer but now I’d prefer to do anything where I can work in my own space and time. 

tagging (with no obligation) @terriblygrimm @zearay @emilianadarling @veradragonjedi @heykristen @clearbluewaters

[merrysithmas]

ELABORATE ON THE BOREO GETTING MARRIED IN VEGAS HC PL EA S EJFLKDK

(okay so I’m stretching reality a little bit bc gay marriage wasn’t legal in NV until 2014 and Boris and Theo must have been living in Vegas from 2005-2006ish).

But Theo gets the bright idea that Boris should ask some random girl to marry him to get permanent residence status with a greencard. That way he never has to lose him and Boris doesn’t have to leave the States when his dad goes back to Australia and he’ll be legal. So he suggests it to him one day and Boris is like “hmm interesting” like peripherally piqued but thinking its a semi-plausible idea and Theo’s like cool. Not even having expected it to go that far.

Like Theo is even fully prepared for said girl to even be Kotku, like that is inconsequential, priority number one is keeping Boris in close orbit so he doesn’t lose him. But Boris kind of shirks it off each time he mentions it and pesters him to ask her, not entirely on the idea, for a few weeks, but Theo continues to mention it every so often kind of pressing it because— it’s a good idea. And she’ll say yes.

So one day when they’re absolutely world-shatteringly shitfaced, like drooling on Theo’s living room floor and all over themselves high, barely even conscious, Theo shoves him in the shoulders, you should ask her to marry you, he slurs, head falling back on the carpet.

But Boris says back defeatedly, Why don’t you just marry me — it’s a suggestion, a true inquiry, real — mouth slushy with a dozen accents and enough vodka to drown himself.

And Theo is jarred by it, sitting up on his elbow, out of focus eyes landing on him — his wasted friend with the thin bones, and matted black hair, and black pit eyes encircled by black defiant bags. Pale skin and red drunk lips that are turned sideways in an almost frightful kind of sneer - but with eyes that are vulnerable, a voice that is almost shaking. He starts to talk:

You know me, I trust you, we understand what it is, an arrangement—

Why don’t you just marry me. And Theo — Theo is all suddenly frozen inside, as if he wasn’t in the world’s hottest mindmelt of a desert, suddenly feeling all bone with nothing to insulate him, as if he was out in the open, plunged into the harsh cold of frozen water. Memories of his mother and his old life, how the road of his world twisted towards a place with cracks in the ground, where people he barely knows propose wild schemes to him that will reverberate through his what feels like his entire life. And yet — Boris’ fumbled words — yes, they sound fumbled — electrify something that bucks uncomfortably in him and he’s saying: Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll do it, before he even knows it, cutting him off, determined never to have to make Boris beg for a chance to be alive. To be free from his father. To matter. Anything else seems unthinkable.

And Boris exhales a breath Theo didn’t realize he was holding and just nods, looking at him a moment longer before laying back down beside him on the carpet, and soon Theo too is staring at the white pulsing ceiling, drifting back into silence as the sounds of music warp his ears like thread sewing up a new soul out of whatever’s left inside his head.

He forgets about it until Boris brings it up again in the morning, sober. A painfully real glint of hope in his bloodshot eyes, dehydrated from the alcohol. And when Theo sees it he doesn’t scorn or laugh — he immediately starts listing things off — Boris will need his birth certificate, it’s foreign so they can forge the year somehow, make Boris 18, and his own father is so wrecked all the time he’ll get him to sign parental permission when he’s high by lying and saying it’s for a field trip. No one will ever know. Just them. Then it’ll be set. No more troubles. They can do whatever they want. Live just like before. Boris with Kotku. It’s only on paper.

So they do it one night the next week, pool their money for a cab to the Strip when Larry and Xandra are out for “a weekend re-Honeymoon”, at a walk-in chapel, tiny and terrified and looking way out of their league, but they are shitfaced, and Boris is high and loudly overconfident with nerves, and Theo quickly discovers what a good good liar he really is - and it’s done, just like that, easy enough. Like it never happened. A kiss quicker than memory can even catch.

Theo covets the mailbox for a week, waiting for the official certificate, and presses it into Boris’ hands at the playground — just in case, in case he ever needs proof he can stay here. Boris nods at him with a severity that frightens him - that speaks of whisked away people in dark cars and forgotten names and spectre-like officials speaking languages he can’t understand. Theo shudders at that transference and stares at Boris as he turns to the swings — determined again to keep him close.

Obviously it’s an ill-conceived plan. Two drug addicted boys not understanding the law — how long greencards take, how serious the interview process is, how high they were. And things happen too, of course. Life. A car accident, his father. Nothing makes sense very fast. And Theo is out the door, running away, the world changing again — Boris’ mouth on his, but for real this time, something that tastes like Goodbye, and Theo is awash with a hundred emotions, most feeling like a saw cleaved his chest open and left him exposed on the street.

Boris is hugging his shoulders as the car drives away, and Theo is watching in the back window. Til death, something in his mind says, something that echoes and seems so obviously untrue as Boris recedes to the size of an ant that tears actually burn Theo’s eyes in anger.

And years go by — actual years, until the Barbours, and Kitsey, and the party, where Boris shows up, unannounced, bounce in his knee where the raw nerves jangle, stupid grin, made of pure infuriating, relieving, distraction. And they’re in Boris’ car, and Boris shoves something at him, a piece of paper neatly folded, some wear or tear but otherwise very nicely preserved. Theo thinks its to roll, to bump the coke, but then the arrow of memory strikes the front of his brain and he unfolds it.

I think maybe you will want to deal with this before Snowflake.

Boris says, half jokingly, half something else — the coke is burning the edges of his sensory brain like carbonation in his skull. There is a huge silence, the paper crinkles loudly. And Theo nods obediently, staring at him, unbreaking eye contact, fawnish and innocent, like a deer pierced by a shell, putting it into the slit of his camel-hair coat, feeling oddly stitled, like he is carrying around a wound in his pocket.

Boris stares at him a second longer, the car jostling them both, the pavement audible, Gyuri oddly hushed. Boris’ mouth is screwed shut, regretful. More secrets to tell — but not yet. Not yet. Not when Theo nods so sweetly, eyes owlish and big behind his glasses, he’s high, almost childlike, and Boris is watching him stumble through layers of time, looking down at his feet like his memories weigh too much. Boris remembers him, that look — from class, never smiling, always looking somewhat sad like it was raining in his head, quiet even when he spoke. Boris, pulling out an umbrella, Boris protecting him from the rain, Boris hurriedly saying да I do I do already at an ugly chapel on a loud street full of drunk people, eager for safety and stability, and Theo standing there smaller than a whisp of grass — giving it to him.

“Theo,” he says, knocking the other’s head lightly with his knuckles. “Come back,” he adds — and with playful bluster to shock his system, “I am here! Full color! Let’s go someplace, yes?”

And Theo does come back, pulled in by the uncommon use of his name, taking the next bump of coke Boris offers with a revitalized half-smile. Color a bit lost. And Boris thinks, shit.

Shit.

He’s really going to have to break up a whole fucking NYC monarchy to bring Potter home like some kind of cracked out post-Soviet knight with a 300 million dollar painting as his only shield. Fucking Theo. So dramatic.

[wackywriterwhowriteswhenever]

I was tagged by @poweredbycreativityandcake; thank you!

rules: answer 17 questions and tag people you want to get to know better

Nickname: Technically my name TJ is a nickname; my birth name is Troy, but Troy is my Dad, so I’m TJ. Other nicknames I’ve been called: T, Teej, T to the J, Duck (don’t ask lmao it’s a goofy work nickname).

zodiac sign: Pisces

Height:  5'8″

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Last thing i googled: Photo collage so I could make a digital photo collage for a picture of me and Will Byers to do a side-by-side comparison of me in my Will costume. You’ll get to see that picture on Thursday for Halloween!

Song stuck in my head: Landslide by The Dixie Chicks. The only valid version of that song!

Following: 109

Followers: 523

Amount of sleep i get: Depends on what day of the week it is. If it’s during my work week, I tend to get 7-8. On my weekends, I usually get 9-10 cause I’m usually tired from having to wake up from an alarm.

Lucky numbers: 3 and 5.

Dream job: I don’t really have one since my original dream job went away when it became something it shouldn’t have. But if I had to pick one, I’d love to get paid to write fanfiction, specifically Byeler and Reddie fanfiction.

Wearing: A green dressish shirt (not really sure how to describe it lmao), black dress pants and black dress shoes. Hey, to be fair, I’m at work!

Favorite songs: Lost in Paradise by Evanescence

Instruments: Back in the day I played the guitar, sorta lol. From fifth grade until my senior year of high school I played the trumpet. I was in marching band, pep band and symphonic band all through high school. During senior year when we played the symphonic music, I switched to playing the baritone.

Random fact: Between 2011 and 2013, the first three times I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I actually self-published those three stories and they are available for sale on Amazon.

Aesthetics: Fall weather and smells, a warm fireplace on a cold winter’s night and coffee with a notebook and laptop in front of me for writing.

Please don’t feel obligated to do this as well; I just thought this would be a fun way to get to know folks on Tumblr :) 

I’m tagging @willthecleric @byersunofficial @terriblygrimm @catsandbatsandspinachs @bylerboi @argylemikewheeler

[merrysithmas]

For the Star Wars Ask: 11 and 15, please 😊

11. even though i have lived in a couple of the biggest cities in the world and adored them for what they are, i'm definitely a nature person and a "i like to live in the middle of nowhere" kind of person. which is basically what i do now haha.

i would definitely live on the Outer Rim by choice - and i even like the desert planets, Tatooine & Jakku. although, those two in particular are kind of crime havens, lol. so preferably nowhere where i could die for blinking. i even liked that planet in Rogue One, Jedha. not sure why SW always characterizes desert planets as full of crime and sketchy hmmm.....

planets like Coruscant and Naboo seem dope to visit, but i'd live on some uninhabited planet where i could build a meditative zen monastery. LOL i guess id be like Luke building his school (hopefully without the same ending).

but hard no to anywhere tundra cold (Hoth) or any ocean planets (Kamino, Mon Calamari) those are nightmares for me.

15. i have played Battlefront and all the Lego games! and i've sat there and watched @terriblygrimm play through the entirely Jedi Fallen Order! i love the sw video games.