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heylolita00 · 1 year ago
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Aron Piper
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ontheroadrp · 2 years ago
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GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, RENO MOREN (aron piper fc)  
life on the road can be tough, but we’re glad you and yours made it to taos!
basics
[ARON PIPER, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] ever heard about [RENO MOREN]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [BOISTEROUS & ARDENT] but also [NEUROTIC & MERETRICIOUS], no wonder they’re called [THE REBEL WITHOUT A CLUE]. According to local legend, they’re [TWENTY-FIVE] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [CALL ME BY BLONDIE] following them. Some say they carry [his mama’s last pack of virginia slims, a moleskin journal that’s seen a pen too many, and a money clip with his name amateurly inscribed on the face] and have been traveling with [THE BOHEMIANS]. [kay, twenty2, she/her, est]
biography
TW   slight  mentions  of  mental  health  /  unethical  hospitalization,  sex  work
reno  (  and  what  a  name  )  is  an  odd  boy  .  for  an  odd  child  born  to  a  very  unusual  family  ,  it’s  no  wonder  he  grew  up  sideways  .  his  family  line  has  inhabited  georgia  since  the  start  and  yet  he’d  only  visited  a  handful  of  times  until  it  happened  .  reno  can  still  remember  the  current  of  flood  water  underfoot  as  she  trudged  through  the  garden  .  she  still  remembers  how  mama’s  sundress  sopped  up  all  the  dirt  and  muck  but  the  daisy  print  still  remained  even  after  the  rain  washed  away  her  most  prominent  features  .  september  always  remembers  .  father  tells  her  what  she  saw  was  just  the  wild  throws  of  childish  imagination  .  that  it  wouldn’t  happen  again  .  it  doesn’t  .  but  ,  with  these  so - called  falsehoods  ,  mama  follows  .  
you  were  a  young  thing  when  it  happened  ,  hair  still  wild  and  bound  in  curls  inherited  from  your  grandmother  when  mama  went  away  .  you  meet  the  rest  in  grief - sewn  sweaters  ,  still  wearing  the  last  pair  of  gloves  mama  made  you  for  the  winter  .  they’re  a  size  too  small  now  .  that’s  how  everything  felt  .  that  you’d  outgrown  even  yourself  and  were  left  with  nowhere  left  to  turn  without  running  into  something  .  and  yet  nothing  you  touched  ever  came  out  broken  ,  it  was  you  who  would  sustain  the  damage  .  mama  was  the  only  exception  and  you  still  kept  that  hurt  buried  within  yourself  .  held  a  funeral  for  her  in  the  back  of  your  throat  .  
wearing  black  reminds  you  of  how  much  color  had  drained  from  your  life  .  the  big  green  house  you  lived  in  as  a  child  had  lost  its  vibrant  color  ,  saccharine  pink  bedroom  walls  were  long  painted  over  ,  even  the  judgmental  family  portraits  lining  the  stairwell  lost  their  vigor  .   a  love  and  knowing  that  rots  from  within  ,  these  halls  will  always  interconnect  them.    always  a  door  locked  and  a  certain  devotion  to  ignoring  the  rot  in  the  baseboards  .  the  chipping  and  peeling  of  the  wallpaper  is  masked  with  another  portrait  .  move  the  rug  there  ,  hide  the  blood  stain  .  suddenly  it  becomes  a  chore  to  inhabit  your  own  home  .  and  it’s  just  you  and  your  siblings  for  years  .  the  youngest  doesn’t  recollect  mama  in  the  slightest  and  that  still  pains  you  .  because  they  too  ,  are  an  odd  child  born  to  a  very  unusual  family  .  one  without  her  .  so  ,  you  dedicate  yourself  to  keeping  what  remains  of  her  spirit  alive  .  even  as  your  own  memory  of  her  begins  to  fray  at  the  edges  as  you  age  ,  you  become  more  and  more  like  her  as  the  days  pass  on  .  because  are  your  mother’s  child,  and  much  like  her  ,  you  will  curdle  like  milk  in  the  sun  .  
to  appease  your  father  ,  you  meld  into  something  hard  and  sterling  .  if  you  could  not  be  yourself  ,  you  would  devote  yourself  to  proceeding  the  expectations  of  the  man  you  hardly  knew  anymore  .  anything  to  divert  eyes  from  how  you  simpered  when  his  footsteps  came  quaking  down  the  hallway  .  anything  to  distract  from  what  bridles  beneath  it  all  .  you  make  things  priority  above  yourself  &  become  so  good  at  hiding  behind  this  mask  that  you  can’t  seem  to  tell  the  difference  between  yourself  and  party  favor  anymore  ,  and  the  fact  of  the  matter  is  that  while  you  are  quiet  and  just  so  different  in  a  way  that  your  parents  feared  you  would  be  ,  you  blended  in  like  a  chameleon  .
that’s  the  way  it’s  always  been  .  but  all  the  attempts at academic  strivings  and  kodak  ready  smiles  in  the  world  can’t  hide  the  fact  that  you  were  no  better  .  the  older  you  get  ,  the  more  they  could  see  .  your  grandmother  ,  first  .  then  your  little  sister’s  best  friend  .  a  client  .  everything  you  tried  to  hide  sits  in  your  lap  &  you  try  to  wrestle  it  into  submission  and  sometimes  it  wins  .  they  know  you  but  you  don’t  .  your  eyes  flash  golden  sometimes  when  you’re  mad  enough  that  you  remember  that  you’re  the  one  who  put  the  burn  stains  on  the  wood  floors  of  your  family’s  old  home  ,  but  you’re  more  human  than  anyone  can  ever  even  imagine  .  
and  as  it  turns  out  ,  casting  the  light  upon  yourself  is  just  greater  cause  to  display  the  cracks  in  your  foundation  .  a  rot  from  the  outside  in  ,  a  rot  that  starts  in  the  home  &  one  you  package  nicely  into  a  carboard  box  and  promptly  unload  within  your  first  and  only  month  at  uni  .  and  once  more  when  you  unload  it  into  the  trunk  of  the  impala  you  lifted  from   the  old  diner  you  used  to  know  .  you  inhabit  this  anguish  as  a  personal  hell  you’ve  always  been  evading  .  what  is  it  to  be  on  the  run  from  one’s  self  ?  they  say  the  hurt  begins  in  the  place  you  hold  most  sacred  ,  so  at  your  soonest  advance  you  leave  &  you  haven’t  stopped  to  look  back  since  .  perhaps  that’s  why  you  took  so  well  to  devotion  .  to  love  .  to  others  .  because  it  kept  you  occupied  when  those  groveled  voices  came  beckoning  from  the  hind  of  your  thoughts  .  something  dormant  lies  within  you  that  threatens  to  swat  down  that  feathered  thing  called  hope  .  but  you  won’t  let  it  &  you���ll  fight  tooth  and  nail  to  make  sure  it  never  does  .  
tl;dr:  boy  in  perpetual  chase  the  dying  star  ,  a  certain  brilliance  forever  beyond  reach  .  just  a  country  suburb - grown  boy  that  witnessed  the  bearings  of  his  mother’s  ailing  mental  health  far  younger  than  he  should  have  and  would  only  come  to  know  her  through  visits  with  a  sterilized  table  separating  them  .  slut  in  theory  but  honestly??? kinda  repressed  ;  offers  his  body  as  a  sacred  lamb  to  be  flayed  ,  flesh  of  flesh  .  sees  devotion  as  his  ultimate  cause  because  if  he  cannot  be  comfortable  within  himself  ,  he  will  becom e  a  great  mirror  of  desire  :  you’re  happy  ,  he’s  happy  .  
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Athletics - 3
Burglary - 2
Contacts - 3
Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.) - 2
Deceive - 4
Drive (like, actual driving ability) - 3
Empathy - 3
Fight - 3
Investigate - 2
Lore (Kinda like knowledge) - 3
Navigation - 3
Notice - 3
Physique - 5
Provoke - 2
Rapport - 3
Resourcefulness - 2
Stealth - 1
Will - 3
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eliteunited · 5 years ago
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namgix · 2 years ago
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♡︎ — aron piper
𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡
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xavierdolan1 · 3 years ago
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thewildseuphoria · 3 years ago
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Elite wallpapers.
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thelockscreen · 5 years ago
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homens que eu deixaria comer meu ** se quisesse
like or reblog if you use/save xx
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everythingispeaky · 3 years ago
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bluboi-365 · 4 years ago
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Elite Wallpapers
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Elite - (2018-present)
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eyecandyhoney · 2 years ago
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Arón Julio Manuel Piper Barbero From Berlin, Germany
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ciaoam0re · 4 years ago
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can't take my eyes off
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heylolita00 · 1 year ago
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Aron Piper
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leavemedejavu · 5 years ago
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Aron Piper’s wallpapers♡
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eliteunited · 5 years ago
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namgix · 4 years ago
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elite; temporada 4
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xavierdolan1 · 3 years ago
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