#jasper: 001.

[ohwynne]

[pm] I think so. I never thought I'd have this much time Like, the time will pass anyway? But I'd rather figure it out a little sooner than later. No, I really like it. At home there were even more animals, so it doesn't feel like that many.

[pm] Oh, that makes sense. Well, there's no rush. Take your time. It's your time anyway. If that makes sense? Either way, you're awesome, so [...] Yeah. Don't they get all [...] too much sometimes, though? Yeah, they pretty much will. They're not pumping excessive amounts of caffeine into themselves

[fatestln]

⇢ 🎃 STATUS   ﹕ closed. ⇢ 🎃 TAGGING   ﹕jasper finch ( @silkeared ) ⇢ 🎃 LOCATION   ﹕ portum's annual halloween fair.

the  sounds  of  the  halloween  fair  faded  as  nyra  wandered  past  the  booths  and  lights,  drawn  by  the  quiet  of  the  nearby  forest.  the  fair  was  fun (  divya  was  making  sure  of  that  ),  but  nyra  found  herself  a  little  overstimulated  and  in  need  of  a  few  minutes  away  from  the  noise.  she  found  herself  near  the  edge  of  the  woods  where  strings  of  orange  lights  were  casting  a  warm  glow  onto  the  trees.  she  took  in  a  deep  breath  and  that’s  when  she  spotted  them  –  a  young  guy  sitting  against  a  fallen  log  seemingly  lost  in  thought.  “hey,”  she  called  out  gently,  hesitantly  stepping  closer.  he  was  dressed  like  a  vampire  but  her  nose  was  telling  her  that  they  were  like  her.  werewolf.  “sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  sneak  up  on  you.”  nyra  nodded  her  head  back  towards  the  fairgrounds. “bit  loud  over  there,  isn’t  it?” 

[elijahfalvey]

WHERE / Blue Harbor Public Library.

WHEN / Any day, any time!

WITH / Jasper Finch — @fromharbor.

Elijah didn’t often come to the library — he wasn’t much of a reader, if he was honest — but he found himself there every so often, usually at the whim of his seven year old stepdaughter, Hattie, who absolutely loved finding new books to read. This particular trip was no different, the little girl having begged him to take her for no less than a week before he was able to find the time to make it there, just the two of them. He still didn’t really understand why she always asked him to bring her and not her mother, who he believed to be far more intellectually equipped to steer her in the right direction of literary choices, but he wasn’t going to complain when dragging him through the different sections made her so visibly happy. It’d been thirty minutes — maybe an hour — before she stumbled into the media center, browsing through what he hoped were kid-appropriate films for their next movie night. It was around then, typically, that Elijah dipped across the aisle, his interest perpetually caught by the hundreds of CDs that were available for rent. There was hardly ever anything that he’d actually take out, purely because he didn’t have a reason to, but he didn’t care. It gave him a similar amount of joy, just looking, so he would. Every time. “Oh.” His fingers caught the case of a Fleetwood Mac CD, pulling it out from the row to glimpse at the cover art. The Original Fleetwood Mac was written across the top, along with photos of the first incarnation of the band; an interesting find for a local library, that was for sure. Holding it gently in his grasp, he glanced up to find an employee mere steps away, and before he could stop the question from spilling out, he found himself asking, “Hello — excuse me, sorry. This is a ridiculous question, perhaps, but … do you guys happen to sell these,” he lifted the CD, showcasing it, “Or is it strictly borrowing?”

[liamalexanderr]

who: liam & jasper @fromharbor where: the library

IT WAS A RATHER NEW FRIENDSHIP that had started when liam went in out of boredom. normally he would've loved to spend time browsing the different sections, but since he moved over to audio books it felt rather redundant. however, he had needed some peace and quiet after one too many meetings and chosen the library as an obvious choice. said peace and quiet had been short lived since the layout was different from what he remembered and he'd immediately crashed into a bookcart. fortunately he hadn't messed up too bad and after about a hundred apologies him and jasper had been able to move past the awkwardness and settle on a newly formed friendship. with swift steps he skipped up the steps into the library and aimed ( flawlessly and smoothly ) for the front desk. "hi, jaspy," he called out once he had confirmed that it was, in fact, jasper sitting at the desk. "just stopping by to entertain my favourite little guy." he held up the bag, latte love written proudly on it. "i told maya i was bringing you something sweet and she provided me with your favourites." he put the bag on the desk between them and leaned forward with a wide grin. "hot chocolate and pain au chocolat !" it was hard to not let a proud smile form on his lips. "pretty good time for a little break if you ask me." liam chose to not point out that he had timed it so that jasper hopefully already was getting ready for his break.

[theodoranowak]

x. status -> closed for @fromharbor (jasper) x. location -> blue harbor public library

Theodora adores libraries. She’s built a personal one in her home — but nothing compares, she thinks, to the uniqueness and sense of community of a public library. They’re her favorite ventures to donate to, has always felt it important to keep their doors open and free, is looking forward to her first donation to Blue Harbor’s own. The ambiance of the place is wonderful — clearly, the people who work here have a true love of literature, as she’s immediately greeted by librarian recommendations and a blown-up list of statistics, such as most checked-out, checked-out the longest, most popular new arrivals, and more.

Though she loves to browse most of the time, she’s come on a mission her first time around. Oftentimes, she finds librarians give much better recommendations than Google does when she’s craving a specific new read, a resource that is criminally underused by many communities. Theo would know — she’s never met a librarian who wasn’t oddly flattered by her request for recommendations, no matter where in the world she was.

She makes her way to the front desk, where a young librarian — they can’t be more than twenty-one, can they? He looks especially young, but she knows appearances can be deceiving — sits in wait, looking down at something Theodora cannot make out from where she stands across the way. She grasps the counter with both of her hands and leans in a little, in an attempt to not have to raise her voice to grab the young librarian’s attention. “Hi,” she greets politely. “Are you very busy?”

[whispercddesires]

"I could get used to seeing you sleeping in my clothes and bed. I might have to tie you down and never let you leave." / @writermuses

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @jaspermorgan

where: four leaf

"Uh huh," Santiago says in the most unconvinced tone imaginable, barely following the thread of consciousness the Wisconsin native sitting in front of him was leading him down. It had started with the weather and somehow had twisted and turned into whether or not UFOs were real.

( They were, if Jerry Schultz was being asked and Santiago wishes he hadn't. )

He spots his out from the conversation in the form of a familiar face approaching the bar, making empty apologies to the patron as he stepped down the bar to greet his friend.

"Jasper Morgan, aren't we lucky tonight. You here to see this face?" He says of his own before he's unable to stop himself from what he suspects is the true appeal of his Irish Pub to Mr. Hollywood, "Or were you hoping to see a far prettier one than mine with a real nice English accent like yours?"

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @jaspermorgan

where: his office, seascape hotel

"Loud and clear boss, loud and clear, in and out and no fucking around," Atlas says with a mocking salute as he turns away from the security guard who was unconvinced about letting him use the bathroom after they had argued for ten minutes straight about why he wouldn't be calling the owner down to the lobby.

"Fucking dick," He mumbles as he makes his way in the direction of the ground floor restroom and then keeps on going. There's no escaping that he was on a ticking clock, and after getting reluctant directions from a maid, he was riding the elevator until it dinged to a stop on the floor he had been instructed one Jasper Morgan's office was.

When he finds it, he presses his ear to the door and listens closely, trying to hear any sounds of voices on the other side. From what Google had to say, he sounded like a busy fellow and interrupting a meeting would be a bad first impression.

He can't hear any conversation, but he thinks he can faintly hear a familiar tune and the added curiosity has him knocking on the door and hoping that it gets answered before the same security guard from down below has the chance to find and tackle him.

[lgcnathan]

starter for : @lgcxjasper

context : language bootcamp 001, conversation

it's an understatement to say that nathan's always been a bit, err, uninspired when it comes to school – even now, at twenty-three years old. call it academic aversion, or undiagnosed adhd, but after being lectured on korean proverbs for the past two hours, nathan's never been happier to do anything but sit still, shut up, and just listen.

turning to his seat-mate of the past few days, nathan sighs at he glances over the worksheet they've been given to recite from. he gets through a solid five words before his eyes flick around, acutely aware of where their teacher is in the room. "so, man, you say trousers, like, unironically? like, why? doesn't that seem a bit silly to you? and what's the deal with how y'all pronounce aluminum?"

[seolinah]

continued from here for @unsoundintuiitions

The shot doesn't have the grounding affect he's hoping for. The burn at the back of his throat and the warmth in his chest only a fleeting distraction to what almost happened. Wanting to kiss Margot, nearly doing it, has to be a stupid idea of epic proportions. It's not worth ruining the only solid relationship because he gave in to temptation.

His chuckle comes out in a strained breath. Feigning amusement is better than the mini freak out he otherwise would be having. Even if that last shot was momentary, he's ready for more of them. Surely he's safer in that bubble until his brain shuts off and Jasper isn't forced to think about what Margot's lip would taste like or how she'd feel in his arms. Yeah, no. More shots are preferable.

"It won't be the first time I've had a hangover at 9am," he shrugs. Won't be his last by a long shot either. He smirks, gaze only shifting from hers slightly as he looks towards her. "But if you need me as an excuse not to drink that badly then we can do something else." His tone lilts in challenge, holding up his shot towards her.

[jadcnlapointe]

event 001 : the summer market !

"this is cool. you think mum would like something like this? she used to listen to these people all the time—bananarama?" he had managed to find an old walkman, the music from his selected tape fizzing from old headphones. as much as he enjoyed the festivities, the shows and face paint and everything else, jasper mostly wanted to spend that extra time with his sister. it was harder now that they were grown, with jobs and friends and lives set apart from the ones they shared growing up. it meant the world that his sister could be beside him during the pride celebrations, even if jasper was the type to celebrate quietly. "we should find something for her. and rowan. and spencer. you think we should? surprise them with souvenirs from today?" @oftatteredwings + alana !

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

📜𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙰𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚢-𝙴𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒 & 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑

As much as Nilay loved to read, she admittedly was still rather shocked with what kind of books she has read due to her content. Now, of course, there were books that she ended up loving. There were some that she was pleasantly surprised with by the end. And some... Well, there were some that she would be more than happy with never thinking about again, especially after having done her video about them already and no longer needing to be in possession of them nor needing to spare another thought of again. If there was one positive thing, though, it was that she was unable to run out of content. Standing in The Sandwich Establishment and waiting for her to-go order, she'd been focused on reading one of her books for her next YouTube video. The classicist was still new to the book, and so far, she was trying to keep her mind neutral and open towards it, along with how she felt so far about it. Hearing the name "Nina" rang out (as much as she tries, no one so far has gotten the hang of pronouncing her name and use "Nina" instead), her feet began processing faster than her brain as she began to walk before looking up. Which, unfortunately, resulted in her bumping into another being. "Oh my g-d, I'm so sorry!" With her page saved and her book tucked under her arm, she stared at the other with wide, apologetic eyes. "I meant to look where I was going. Are you alright? I'm terribly sorry."

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @fromharbor

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[amyzmarch]

@jomarchz — jasper & lyra.

no longo caminho entre o ninho da águia e porto real, jasper estava certo de que ninguém possuiria um anseio menor do que o seu pelo noivado a que ia de encontro. praticamente qualquer um no reino daria tudo para uma chance de noivado com um dos irmãos targaryen ainda sem uma aliança prometida, e se recordava de um de seus primos de correrio ter tentado a chance da mão da princesa rhaenyra na época de suas respectivas adolescências. sabia que o senhor de ponta tempestade estava ansiosamente apenas esperando o momento em que o noivado entre uma de suas filhas e aemond targaryen, o filho do meio, seria oficializado. entendia como uma questão de tempo já fazia alguns anos que seu pai faria de tudo, absolutamente tudo, em seu alcance para arrumar um bom casamento para seus filhos, entretanto, não imaginava que alçaria tão alto ao ponto unir jasper com a filha restante dos targaryen. não quando, nos últimos anos, as conversas eram de uma aliança com a garota stark ou uma das irmãs baratheon. mas, eram tempos diferentes agora que o rei viserys estava morto, e todos precisavam escolher um lado. daquela forma, lorde robert arryn fazia a sua. ao contrário de tudo o que lhe fora dito sobre sua possível noiva durante a uma hora e meia em que estava no jantar de apresentação de ambos, uma coisa jasper descobriu sobre aelyra: era a única outra pessoa com uma predisposição tão grande a fugir daquele enlace. pelo menos, ele não havia pego o seu cavalo e sumido por todo aquele tempo sem avisar. ou será que teria, se estivesse em posse de um dragão tão enorme e antigo como vermithor, ao invés de simplesmente seu corcel? a chegada da targaryen, chamou a atenção de todos, e não somente pelo horário - mas pelos rugidos de vermithor, possíveis de serem ouvidos mesmo enquanto dentro do grande salão. era certamente ele um dragão majestoso, embora jasper não estivesse tão afoito assim para conhecê-lo. duvidava que tivesse o temperamento mais agradável de todos. era quase engraçado observar a rainha mãe e otto hightower se espremerem em justificativas para o comportamento da garota, outrora descrita como uma dama tão doce, tímida e serena. não duvidaria de suas qualidades, mas não encontrava tamanho acanhamento na princesa que atravessava o salão em largos passos. os olhares fuzilantes que os parentes trocavam com ela beiravam o irônico, considerando o quão pouco parecia estar se importando com sua aparência ou a demora para chegar naquele banquete. “poderia ter me avisado antes que pretendia me evitar tanto assim, princesa. a descida do vale é ainda mais desagradável quando exige pressa para chegar na capital.” virou-se para encará-la, agora que aelyra ocupava o assento anteriormente vazio ao seu lado. “se soubesse as justificativas que estavam criando, talvez tivesse ficado mais alguns minutos seja lá onde estivesse com o dragão só para começar a ver a fumaça sair das orelhas do lorde mão.” o arryn baixou um pouco o tom de voz, sem saber exatamente até onde poderia ir para falar da família da outra. mas, ela precisava dele tanto quanto ele precisava dela, então teria de aguentar um ou outro comentário. fora uma noite cansativa. “de toda forma, não tive a chance de lhe dizer mais cedo… sinto muito pela perda de seu pai, vossa alteza.”

[asteroidxblves]

DESPITE THE SIZE OF THE HOUSE IT STILL FELT IMPOSSIBLY STUFFY . he wasn't even sure why he was there , maybe it was because there was a curiosity like staring when you passed an accident . anarchy had never been a gang he thought all that much of and the roses left him with a bitter taste on his tongue . he'd at least managed to find the door to outside sticking a cigarette into his mouth he noticed the other and decided to take it out clearing his throat to get the others attention , " i don't know if YOU realized it but there's a whole party going on inside . " there was mild familiarity to the other but not enough where he could exactly go about wrapping his arm around their shoulders in comradery , fidgeting with the cigarette for a moment he decided to just stick it back into the pocket of his jacket .

( @cynosurems )

[kailomas]

Kai leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Alright, no more rule-bending. I get it,” he said with a light chuckle. “Sometimes I forget there’s a line between being helpful and just making things harder for you. I’ll keep it in mind.”

His expression softened as he tilted his head. “And thanks for saying that, about not being too busy to help. Sometimes it feels like I’m walking a fine line between being laid-back and slacking off, so it’s good to know you don’t see it that way.”

“As for those tourists, I guess I just saw a little of myself in them, back when I didn’t have a clue what I was doing out there. Figured the least I could do was make it less painful for them. But hey, credit where it’s due, you’re the one keeping this place running smoothly. I appreciate having a little extra to do here and there besides just surf instructing.”

@jaspermorgan

@kailomas

“Please don’t do it again.” Jasper hated being so serious, especially when others knew him to be so upbeat. But there had to be a balance and whilst he wanted to be a friend to people- someone they could chat to, turn to, and trust- he was also boss and employer to some and sometimes he had to remind those people of that fact.

"And please don't ever think you're bothering me," he then said, his tone softening. "It's a part of my job- and my nature- to help people, no matter if it's something small. I'm never too busy to help, even if I might seem it... But good choice: the front door is far safer and it's less likely you'll break something that way."

As he then attached the pen to the clipboard, Jasper added, "although I must commend you for your work with those tourists earlier; I heard one of them talking about how patient and passionate you were."

[seolinah]

@unsoundintuiitions​

Jasper downs his second drink in a matter of seconds. A sigh leaves his lips as his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s no doubt some work email about yet another things he needs to take care of within the next day. As if he isn’t aware of the mindless tasks his job requires of him to do. Sure, he’s lazy at times, but it’s not as if he’s incompetent--not completely anyway. 

Sparing a glance in Margot’s direction, his attention shifts as he noticed someone else paying attention to her. He’s half-tempted to move closer to her just to scare them off, but he lacks the motivation to really do anything. “Remind me why I decided to work at father’s company again,” he says to her instead in conversation. “You’d think I’d have the benefit of being able to slack off since you can’t sack the boss’s son, but he must’ve hired idiots to work around me just so I’d have to do something. It’s definitely a conspiracy in the making.”