#peep hoosier

[mavysnavy]

Missed the eclipse to watch BoB. Gotta support the boys 🥱

I love them sm

ᵖᵉᵉᵖ ʰᵒᵒˢⁱᵉʳ

#band of brothers meme #band of brothers #bob #skip muck #bill hoosier smith #hbo war #the pacific #i love them #peep hoosier #eugene roe #ron speirs #moe alley #joe liebgott #dick winters #babe heffron #lewis nixon #floyd talbert

[mads-nixon]

i LOVED those chuckler headcanons - he's my absolute fave in the pacific and there's so little writing about him! could i request some more, maybe chuckler with a medic reader during wartime?

Chuckler Dating a Medic

Chuckler Juergens x Medic!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the request!! Love this gif (peep my baby hoosier 🫶) this is about the fictional portrayal of the H company boys on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Being assigned to H company, you meet the boys on the ship over.

The first time Lew sees you, he has to do a complete double-take.

At first he's like, "That's a woman," and then he takes a good look at you..." Wow. that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," type vibes.

He immediately gets a crush on you, and by the time y'all deploy to Guadalcanal, the poor fella is hopelessly in love, despite not knowing you for long.

Bill and Leckie's teasing is unending, and it's the only time you see Lew clam up and get embarrassed.

When the company first encounters the Japs at Tenaru, Lew's heart is in his throat every time he sees you dart from foxhole to foxhole, responding to the call for a corpsman.

He tried to keep tabs on you, but amongst the smoke and bullets in the air, he lost you. Even though he wanted to go searching for you, Lew knew you were good at your job and that he had his own to do, but it didn't stop him from worrying.

When morning came and the dust settled, he saw you sitting in a hole, staring off into space, your dungarees covered in blood (it's not yours). He freaks out and slides next to you, asking you a million questions.

Lew cups your cheeks gently to get you to look at him, and instinctually, you lean forward and connect your lips. It was s short kiss (really like a peck), but it shut Chuckler up, and he stared at you dumbfounded.

"You just kissed me," he says, his eyes wide.

You smile, your teeth a contrast to the dirt and blood on your face. "I did."

Then...boom, he asks you to be his girlfriend, and you ofc say yes. You've gotta keep it on the DL, but the boys know and joke about it constantly, but you also know they would take the secret to the grave if they had to.

Any time Lew would get even the slightest bit hurt, and I mean like a tiny cut on his finger or something, you'd go in full medic mode.

"I need to disinfect it," and "Let me see, hon."

Deep down, you're absolutely terrified of losing him, so you kind of go crazy making sure you do everything in your power to keep him healthy.

You're probably the mom friend of the group and always make sure they're all doing okay. In turn, Chuckler is always there for you if you want to talk about anything.

Being a medic is draining, and there are some days that you just lay in his arms at night, trying to forget the blood and death you'd witnessed that day.

By the time you got to Melbourne, you were almost to your breaking point. Seeing boys blown to bits and crying for their mothers day after day became too much.

Instead of going out and exploring, you stayed in the stadium and slept like Hoosier. You told Chuckler to go have fun, but he insisted on staying with you. He sat propped against the legs of your cot, rubbing your hand gently, trying to coax you to sleep.

As the months went on in the Australian city, everything seemed to get better, and you took advantage of the time you had with Lew.

You went to the beach, learned how to play cricket, and went on a million picnic dates.

When your orders came that you were going to ship out again, Lew went out, bought a ring, and proposed.

You say yes, and he puts the ring on a chain for you to wear.

On Cape Gloucester, you were often caught up in the medic tent treating infections and other illnesses like the enuresis that Bob ended up developing.

Pavuvu was even worse when it came to sickness. Runner was badly sick with malaria, and you and Lew were tending to him the best you could, but there wasn't much you could do.

You'd stay up all night beside his bedside, keeping tabs on his fever and making sure he didn't need anything. After a few days of this, you were dead on your feet, and Chuckler had to step in.

He'd gently urge you to bed and sit beside your cot, running his hand through your hair. Within seconds, soft snores escaped your mouth and you were out like a light.

From Pavuvu, you went to Peleliu, and nothing could ever prepare you for what you saw there. It was the bloodiest, most horrifying thing you'd witnessed so far. By the time the Marines took the airfield, Leckie, Bill, and Runner had been hit, and you had no idea where Lew was.

When you found him, you almost cried, and he engulfed you in a HUGE hug, lifting you off your feet for a moment.

The pair of you stick side by side through the campaign on Peleliu until he gets hit, and when he does, you patch him up as you try not to fall apart.

Finally, you're called back off the line, and you're by Lew's side the whole time as he's carried on the stretcher to the medical ship. You couldn't go with him, no matter how much you wanted to, so you said a tearful goodbye and kissed him softly, promising you'd see him soon.

You wrote him as you made your way through Okinawa, and you burst into tears when the news of the war's end reached you.

Lew was waiting for you when you finally got to come home. The first thing y'all do is go to the courthouse and get married!

The two of you spend the rest of your lives living outside Chicago in a small town that was quiet and peaceful, except for the trouble your kids caused when became teenagers!

Tag List: @liptonsbabe @footprintsinthesxnd @bucky32557038ww2 @flowers-and-fichte @merriell-allesandro-shelton

message or comment if you want to be added to the tag!

#hbo war #the pacific #lew juergens #chuckler headcannons #chuckler juergens headcannons #chuckler imagines #chuckler x reader #chuckler juergens #lew chuckler juergens #lew juergens x reader #lew juergens imagine #lew juergens headcannons #the pacific headcannons #the pacific x reader #the pacific imagine #the pacific imagines #hbo war imagine #hbo war fanfic #hbo war headcannons #hbo war x reader

[hazbinhive]

🎵🎵🎵 assuming u have songs for Adam and Leviathan. lemme peep them. and an extra one for whoever u have the most songs for <3

shaking as i can show what songs i have in my playlists with evil intent finally ( under a readmore cause im crazy )

@muse-bs /🎵 SONG ASSOCIATIONS GO!

ADAM ; A SADNESS RUNS THROUGH HIM - THE HOOSIERS

aughdfjg his character tag. had to be the first one. idk it just. RAAHHH the way this makes me think of how heaven seemingly just brings heartbreak to adam, no matter how hard he follows in their steps. listen to their every word. but ends up losing so much, his family. his freedom. ends up getting manipulated to think that it was lucifer's fault for everything and thinking that killing would solve everything. but it just made things progressively worse that now he's stuck in the very place he despised, with the people he hated the most because heaven presumes him dead. not even worthy to take back home. ( can u tell i have feelings for this man )

LEVIATHAN ; ARE YOU SATISFIED? - MARINA

i actually dont have a lot for leviathan YET. BUT. i know he definitely wants to be BETTER than lucifer especially after their falling out. he's hurt. he's envious. the ENVY ring is his personal kingdom, one that he controls. one that is PERFECTION compared to PRIDE. but its not enough. nothing will be as it was before, will it?

LUCIFER ; POOR GEORGE - JAMES SUPERCAVE

who would have guessed i'd give lucifer my biggest comfort song in the world. uuuughgh this song just resonates with me in so many levels its horrible. and it is fitting for luci in my eyes. like RAAHH RAAAHHHH. i love giving characters with powerful backgrounds who fall from grace because the people that raised them saw them as foolish despite being the ones who gave them that power anyway. and now everything they do is scrutinized but despite everything, they push through.

#➶-͙˚ ༘ ❥ 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 -- 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 ; ADAM #➶-͙˚ ༘ ❥ 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞? -- 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; LEVIATHAN #➶-͙˚ ༘ ❥ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 -- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR #HEADCANONS. #( boys who r so mentally ill abt men: its me im boys )

[caffeinated-fan]

Pink

cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream. your essence is pink: you are vibrant and ambitious, an untrimmed flower. your energy is consuming; it wraps others up into your enthusiasm and influence. your gift is seeing things for how they truly are and shifting yourself to be the star of any situation. you are the pioneer. you are their envy. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of magenta, rose, wine, and orchid, who share your fluid social skills. you are also drawn to the even-tempered souls grey and brown, who will help you grow and learn how to ground yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the questioning personalities of green and yellow who are too linear in their thinking.

I wonder if my brother is a green/yellow aura, we often get into arguments lol. This is pretty accurate, although I doubt my seeking to be a star in situations is often seen as enjoyable. @deputy-buck and @mutantmanifesto yours are pretty accurate as well, also thank you for tagging me.

Tagging these peeps but feel free to join in and tag me. And If you've already done this and I tag, whoops sorry babes.

@genes-heffron @indigosandviolets @liebthots @hoosiers-blanket @hbhoe @rossmccallsqueen @itstheheebiejeebies @problematicfavesareproblematic

[fearyandear]

They Stalk Playlist 1 - "Urban Crawl": There Is No Escape From Being Hunted In the City

01 Killer - The Hoosiers

Starting a thing where everyday I'll be drawing something simple per song in my Yandere playlist of uuuh. 200+ songs? :'D Everything is cut into chunks to fit themes, lol, starting with this one of being in a city with someone deranged looking for you. Sometimes I'll use my ocs, other times it'll be other's ocs (with permission). Sometimes it's fan art of bigger characters (Lawrence, Ren, SDJ), other's it'll be a character not Yandere in canon but with a fandom interpretation that I like (Stardew Valley yanderes and such). And others more, like this first one, I will just create random peeps to fill in the gaps.

For 'Killer's art, I just felt like having an eyestrain coloring-practice of a weird boy out to get you. He's nameless, but if someone wants to come up with stuff for him, please feel more than free to ❤️ Tomorrow's song will be 'Little Monster' - Royal Blood.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #weird boy #eyestrain #// eyestrain #killer #serial killer oc #serial killer #killer oc #they stalk #urban crawl #the hoosiers #killer the hoosiers #eye pulling #fear art

[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

So...are we gonna talk about how the song:

"Up To No Good" by The Hoosiers

Fits so well with Emma Frost and Scott Summers relationship? I mean more specifically that time Summers was having a psychic affair behind Jean Grey's back. (Full disclosure I haven't actually read said comics when said plotline happened but I'm aware of it through things like the wiki, fanfiction, and seeing other peeps talk about it.)

Like it just gives those "Psychic Affair" vibes (and I mean that's basically what the song is saying, talking about fantasizing about someone else)

Like let's go jump in and see these lyrics so you see what I mean

"Oh, you think he's looking lovingly at you,

But it's nowhere near the truth

His mind is up to no good

Oh, just because you're in the same bed

He's with someone else in his head,

Not a second thought about you"

Now I don't know how lovey dovey Scott was with Jean at the time (Scott was doing therapy with Emma during this--though I don't know if it's specified what kind of therapy- like if it was focused on his marriage problems, general trauma, or what)

"Don't get too comfortable with the man who has no history"

I hadn't actually known for some time about Scott's repeated backstory retcons until I read a fic on AO3 about it (can't remember the name, I'll see if I can find it) but knowing that now makes this line a perfect fit for Scott Summers as a whole. And even if you overlook the time BEFORE Charles Xavier, Scott's got a history of having his memories tinkered with and messed with (especially from his sort of adoptive father Charles Xavier)

Sidenote: This song rocks and if Psychic Affairs was a genre this would be a staple.

If anyone with more firsthand comic knowledge wants to back me up (or disagree lol) feel free to

Like I can't be the only one who thought this? Like statistically speaking? Like numbers-wise?

(Also lemme know if the blue or red text is hard to read for anyone, it's fine on my end but yknow)

#emma frost #scott summers #psychic affair #jean grey #x men comics #x men #that time Scott Summers and Emma Frost had an affair

[squirrel-fund]

Tag Game Tuesday + Writer's Tag Game 📖

Tagged by @celestialmickey @shinygalaxyperson @thepupperino and @lupeloto for the Tag Game!! Thank you, loves!!

▫️▫️▫️

name: audrey 🌻

whereabouts in the world are you? The Hoosier state 🏀

do you have any pets? A kitty and a dog. Colby & Lucy 🐈🐕

what do you do for work? I cook, clean, stress, answer calls, make calls, manage money, I'm a bodyguard, i keep track of inventory... I'm a mom and wife. 🍽🧼🧺

favorite fruit? Raspberries and blackberries. 💜

a pet peeve of yours: people who call you and then don't answer when you call them right back 🤯

are you a fast walker or a slow walker? Depends on where I am. In public, I speed walk. My anxiety in stores is crazy 🛒

how do you usually wear your hair? Down if I'm going out. Up if I'm at home. I just had it cut though so down at all times currently ✂️

sunny days or rainy days? Rainy 🌧

what time do you usually go to bed? That's a tough one. I long for sleep but I also adore alone time lol which I only get once my child is asleep 😴

what time do you usually wake up? During the summer it's been around 8 to 9am. With school starting I'll be getting up at 6am ⏰️

if you were a cartoon character, what would be your everyday outfit? Jeans, t-shirt, unbuttoned flannel long sleeve. And then a cute pair of slip ons.👖

something you'd like to learn: going with Macy here and also saying crochet! 🧣

and finally, tell me something that made you happy recently: My son. Every day he does something new that makes me happy 🧡

AND...

Tagged by @depressedstressedlemonzest @mzshko and @juliakayyy to do the Writer's Tag Game! 🧡

Rules: post the most recent sentence you have written, and then tag as many people as there are words.

He never wanted to experience that again but apparently he didn't have a fucking choice.

15 words so 15 peeps to tag: @mickeyheartian @sam-loves-seb @scurvgirl @starcrossedsoulmates84 @thatoneao3author @babygirlmickey @grossmickey @silvanshadow @gallavichgeek @palepinkgoat @undisclosed69 @chicanomick @notherenewjersey @grumble-fish and @look-i-love-u

#tag thingy #about me #auds writes

[blueside707]

URL Playlist Tag

Thanks for tagging me @flowerkth, <3333

B: Blueside by J-Hope (of course lol)

L: Life is Beautiful by Lil Peep

U: Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy

E: everythingoes by RM

S: Smoke and Mirrors by Gotye

I: I Need Somebody by Day6

D: Destroyer by Monsta X

E: Everything Goes Dark by The Hoosiers

7: 724148 by Agust D

0: 02:09 by EDEN

7: The 7th Sense by NCT U

I shall tag: @taenites @teanites @aegyokingjoohoney @cerezalilium @sebs-daybreak @taes-strawberry @sad-boii-hourss  and @1luvpjm

have fun!! :)

#url playlist tag #j-hope #lil peep #rm #fall out boy #gotye #day6 #monsta x #the hoosiers #agust d #eden #nct u

[panevanbuckley]

tysm for the tag @stressedinadress 💜

favourite colour: dark purple or forest green

last song: i don't like darkness - chase atlantic

favourite musicians: tøp, waterparks, chase atlantic, macklemore, jacob pitts (he counts don't @ me), p!atd, bastille, lil peep, avril lavigne... and many more

last movie: 13 hours: the secret soldiers of benghazi

last tv show: american dad

favourite oc: harry miller (my baby!) from this blakefield fic

spicy, sweet or savoury: spicyyyy

bubbly water, tea or coffee: coffee

tagging (if you want!): @hoosiers-blanket @blenalela @murphyism @biggaybrad ✨

#tag game

[bigfreakinfrog]

6 songs for my 4 fav boys

Elias:

Money - SPACE 

Evil Eye - Franz Ferdinand 

Dangerous - Big Data 

Peeping Tom - Jamie Berry 

A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon 

No Culture - Mother Mother 

Jon:

The Assistant - Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra 

Our Demons - The Glitch Mob 

Better - One Republic 

Rubik’s Cube - Athlete 

Hope of Morning - Icon for Hire 

A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers 

Tim:

Loser - Jagwar Twin 

Avalanche - The Wombats 

Can You Blame Me - Matt and Kim 

Dancing on Quicksand - Bad Suns 

Broken - Lund (s3 Tim exclusively, also warning this song is… Really Depressing and mentions s*icide)

Can’t Stop the Feeling - Justin Timberlake 

Martin:

Cough Syrup - Young the Giant 

Eet - Regina Spektor 

Alone - Lund 

Astronaut - Simple Plan 

Live Your Life - MIKA 

Rescue - Yuna 

#these r only my favs from their playlists #also its 6 instead of 5 cause i couldnt choose #tma #should i tag them #eh #elias #jon #martin #tim #for my own purposes #croaks #these 4 live in my mind rent free </3

[juliusarchive]

◊ ♫ ◊— look what the cat dragged in! that’s JULIUS ROWE and HE is an around 24-year-old CASUAL VISITOR to the store, but they’ve been in the neighborhood for 3 MONTHS. I think they are a FREELANCE COLUMNIST/CRITIC and I overheard them listening to SUBURBAN NIGHTS by SEAN NICHOLAS SAVAGE, and, I dunno man, it seemed pretty fitting. Like, call me shallow but I look at them and think of LUDWIG WILSDORFF and A SECONDHAND AGNÉS B. SUIT JACKET, IMPORTED FRENCH CIGARETTES, FADED STAMPS ON THE WRIST FROM LAST NIGHT’S CLUB, and READ RECEIPTS LEFT ON. (ooc info: sloth, she/her, est, 25)

bonjour y’all its sloth here! 🤠  i truly don’t know how..... this turned out so dumb long....but i don’t blame u if u skip straight to the wanted connections. basically, the rest can be summed up with: julius is an opinionated bitch who thinks he’s better than everyone ☺️ u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some ~vibes~!

(also i’m stealing some of this general format from other intros bc i’m too lazy to find my own!)

full name: Julius Rowe nicknames: Jules (doesn’t particularly like it, but will tolerate it from certain people and his mother), “Julian” (hate. hate hate hate. happens occasionally when someone misremembers/mishears his name, but even if its an honest mistake he WILL harbor resentment over this forever) date of birth: October 27th, 1996 (scorpio sun, virgo moon. yeesh!) age: 24 years old gender & pronouns: identifies as male, he/him sexuality: [sammie from The Circle voice] baby girl he’s gay hometown: Terre Haute, Indiana family: parents Frank Rowe and Annette Peterson (divorced), stepmother Luanne and two younger half-siblings hair: dark brown, he keeps it short with visits to an expensive hair salon in Chelsea where he treats himself once a month :) eyes: light green height: 6′0″ scars & markings: a Cindy Crawford-esque beauty mark right above his lip, and a scar between his thumb and forefinger on his left hand tattoos & piercings: no tattoos, one piercing in his right ear positive traits: astute, witty, confident, ambitious negative traits: judgmental, capricious, self-important, vain

(ok and now for some background!)

Born in Terre Haute, Indiana, but it’s almost impossible to guess where he’s from— Julius has made sure to erase all trace of his "Hoosier” origins and instead, adopted the appearance, mannerisms, attitude, etc. of someone who’s lived in New York for a long time (doesn’t even like admitting that he knows how to drive, but he can navigate the subway system like he was born with it hard-coded in his DNA). Unless you’re someone who knew Julius in freshman year at NYU (when hometowns were included next to faces and names on the dorm’s ‘Get To Know Your Neighbor’ corkboard, an indignity he never quite got over) or someone who’s met his dad (who comes to visit semi-regularly and is so undeniably Midwestern that there’s no way around it), then the assumption is probably that he’s a city native or, at the very least, hails from somewhere else on the East Coast.

Nondescript childhood! His parents divorced when he was pretty young (like 6 or 7), his mom flew the coop immediately, moved to Hawaii, and now she runs some kind of vaguely-branded “rest and relaxation” center where you’re supposed to get in touch with your “inner self” by drinking smoothies and doing a lot of yoga on the beach. idk! Julius thinks it’s all bullshit. Unclear how much his mother actually believes her own New Age crap, but whenever they talk on the phone she likes to give him advice that sounds like it was lifted from one of her pamphlets (“Remember Julius, openness is essential to your well-being, you’ll never achieve inner and outer harmony without it”)— which annoys him to no end. Their relationship is contentious and full of arguments precisely bc they’re so alike (flighty, hard to pin down, too aspirational for a place like Terre Haute, Indiana) while his relationship with his dad is steady and solid, precisely because they are nothing alike. Frank Rowe is a high school football coach & gym teacher; a very sweet man, but he’s straightforward and simple in all the ways Julius is not. He has two little girls with his second wife but still keeps in constant contact w/ his son and stays up to date on all his accomplishments, reading everything he publishes, and then talks about each piece— no matter how small and meaningless, especially to a man who only watches the news and Sunday night football— with such pride, you’d think Julius is writing for the New York Times (and maybe by Indiana standards, Brooklyn Mag is basically the same thing?)

Julius leveraged his very good grades in high school & his writing for a local gazette to get accepted into NYU’s Journalism program, after which he fled the state of Indiana on the first plane outta there and moved to New York. Soon he began to realize his true calling lay in critique; not only did he have a lot to say (he was always one of those outspoken, know-it-all kids who had to give his opinion on everything) but also a talent for saying it, in a way that people found witty, entertaining and most importantly: persuasive. He can sway someone to his point of view— or at least make them look twice at their own— with just a few clever paragraphs. Julius very much liked the idea that his opinions could be monetized, but he also saw their potential as a form of social currency: a means of attaching influence to his name and gaining access to exclusive social circles where words (and by extension, the person who wrote them) could hold real, recognized value. After all, maybe you couldn’t buy a Tom Ford suit with just influence, but you could shape public opinion with it. You could tell people what to think about a new movie, or stop them from buying a book. Or launch the career of an up-and-coming musician with a favorable review. This kind of power appealed to him greatly— much more than doing a job just to earn a paycheck. Already, in his short time living in New York, Julius had come to the conclusion that power, not money, was the be-all, end-all, and having power meant you were somebody, and being somebody meant that you mattered.

The trouble was, he already felt entitled to a bright future, so he thought it'd all click into place easily. And at first, it kinda did! You can get far on attitude and determination alone, which is exactly what Julius did, post-graduation, as he waltzed into the offices of various publications with his impressive college resume (including pieces already published in many of these same publications) and his lively personality, charmingly acerbic and effortlessly witty, fielding offers before he was hired as a full-time review columnist at the Village Voice. A revered, historical institution, one that he’d admired from a distance even when he was still just a boy in Indiana, this was a golden opportunity for someone just out of college— and for almost two years, Julius was carried by his own momentum, cultivating his new-on-the-scene intrigue amongst the downtown literary set, who brought his name up in conversations and pointed him out to newcomers at parties. His devastating but elegant book reviews were frequently cited; his less devastating, but no less elegant film reviews were also widely discussed, though older, more-established critics turned up their noses at his lack of in-depth film knowledge, dismissing his reviews as “trivial statements of personal taste”. But still, for two good years, Julius was well on his way to gaining exactly the kind of reputation he wanted, all while living his twenties to their fullest. He was a fixture at parties, staying out till dawn in bars and clubs around the Lower East Side, known by his friends to often disappear as soon as a handsome new face caught his eye (while not one for relationships, he was never at a shortage of partners, and often seemed to be “dating” at least two or three people at any given time). He spent his first few years after college enjoying a lifestyle of Wildean excess, perpetually broke yet spending entire paychecks on his wardrobe— all second-hand designer clothing, obsessively hunted in thrift stores and consignment shops— and other reckless expenses, not giving any thought to the possibility that maybe, y’know, some savings might be a good idea? 

And then, two years after Julius’ arrival, the Village Voice shuttered its doors. He was left adrift, in search of not just a new job, but a new plan. He’d been counting on the prestige of the Voice to help him scale to the peaks of New York society like so many writers before him; now that this hope had been crushed like a cigarette under a boot heel, Julius was left with only the modest distinction he’d accrued during his brief time at the magazine and his wits, sharp as ever. What was important, he realized, was not to lose momentum; from charming, promising ingénue to failure was just a few, short steps, and he could not let that happen. At least, not willingly.

So he began to work freelance, completing reviews for several different publications; the likes of the Times and the New Yorker were still far out of his reach, but Vulture, NYMag, Time Out NY and others readily accepted his pieces. The reviews were well-received; his opinions still carried weight, and now they reached an even wider audience, considering the variety of sources they appeared in. Julius moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn, more precisely to a studio in Williamsburg, which at first seemed like a necessary heartbreak; it was fiscally responsible, leaving behind his old stomping grounds and moving across the bridge, where the rent was much more affordable than the three-bedroom student apartment he’d still been sharing with friends from NYU. Plus, living on your own was the true threshold of adulthood, wasn’t it? His new apartment turned out perfect in every way: close to the park, close to the train, in a location so trendy that you could eat at a different restaurant and drink at a different bar almost every night. Friends who were contemplating their own moves began to ask wistfully about rent prices in the neighborhood, or if he’d heard of anyone looking for a roommate. For a while, things again seemed to be going splendidly in Julius’ favor; he became the first to say that the closure of the Voice and his exodus from Manhattan were actually positive changes, things that had to happen in order for his life and career to continue their forward trajectory. In spite of everything, he seemed no worse for wear. He still had his talent, his ambition, and fully believed that the time would come— and soon— when he would really be recognized for them. 

But inevitably, his terrible spending habits began catching up with him. Even when he thought he was being frugal, budgeting for groceries or choosing the subway over an Uber, there’d be a sudden, extravagant impulse buy— a pair of barely-used McQueen boots, dinner at a brand-new rooftop restaurant in Meatpacking— that undid all his attempted “saving”. He’d gotten comfortable living a certain type of lifestyle because he felt like he deserved it. Now, it was hard to deny himself these things; resisting temptation had never been his forte. But, after a few months of stretching the dwindling funds in his bank account, with barely enough leftover to eat if he also wanted to make rent, Julius had to acknowledge the problem. Rent was increasing month to month. His landlord had no sympathy for the plight of a penniless writer. And even an occasional check from Frank, well-meaning but not nearly enough to make a difference, wouldn’t keep him from getting priced out. So, innocently enough, Julius proposed to his then-boyfriend Drew (now ex-boyfriend; you can guess how the rest of this goes) that they move in together, without necessarily mentioning that he was only asking because otherwise he’d lose his apartment. He didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, anyway; he saw this entirely as a matter of convenience, not a major milestone in their relationship, which he was already treating with mild interest on the best of days and complete indifference on others. Drew, meanwhile, saw through this whole scheme right away, and he did think it was a big deal— the fact that Julius didn’t was a problem. What followed was a series of explosive arguments, after which they broke up, Julius moved out of Williamsburg and onto a friend’s couch in Crown Heights, where he spent a few weeks (okay, a month) brooding and licking his wounds, reeling much more from the loss of his apartment than from the break-up.

Now three months down the line, Julius has gotten back on his feet after this most recent upheaval of his life (its possibly his greatest skill, this cat-like ability to always land on his feet). He shares a new apartment in Crown Heights with friend & former NYU classmate Nora Medina, and has found the transition back to shared living surprisingly enjoyable (rooming with Nora is undoubtedly more tolerable than living with Drew would’ve ever been, so thank god for small miracles!). He still predominantly writes as a freelance arts and culture critic, now covering everything from film, TV, books, music, and even occasional restaurants; his Twitter enjoys a healthy following for his pithy, culture-savvy tweets which demonstrate his wit in the most bite-size way, giving his voice yet another platform on which to stand out. And though this may not be exactly where he’d imagined he’d be— two years ago, if asked to predict his future, he would’ve claimed to see himself with a penthouse overlooking Washington Square Park and a novel topping the New York Times Bestseller List— Julius’ confidence in himself has not been shaken. Never one to doubt his own genius, he doesn’t have to ask himself if he’s good enough; he knows he is. So the question remains, how to make the rest of the world see this? 

(i know. that was DISGUSTINGLY long. i’m sorry :/// but now... some other bits & pieces about jules!)

headcanons:

One of those people who has to have a “signature” everything: a signature coffee order (three-shot Americano, iced or hot), a signature scent (a blend of bergamot, neroli oil, musk, and sandalwood; a personal fragrance from Le Labo— don’t ask how much it costs), smokes only a certain brand of cigarettes (Gauloises, very hard to find but he’s determined to map out all the bodegas in Brooklyn that carry them), favors a particular brand of Japanese-made leatherbound notebooks, etc. Julius really cultivates everything about himself, from his appearance, his scent, even his habits and vices. 

His style is very clean, elegant, and minimalist: favors French menswear designers like Agnés B., A.P.C., Officine Generale, lots of trousers and crisp button-down shirts, or deceptively-simple T-shirts that cost $$$. Fusses about wrinkles a lot, taught himself to sew from Youtube videos because he buys all his clothing second-hand which means repairing tears and loose stitching all the time, and has really mastered the art of dressing like he has money when, surprise surprise, he has none!

In addition to earning a living off his writing, Julius has recently also started temping. Won’t admit it to most people— it’s undignified, filing papers and making copies and fetching lattes like some kind of office errand boy. So, so beneath him. But, rent’s gotta get paid one way or another. He’s already learned that the hard way :/

Notoriously fickle. Don’t count on Julius to fully commit to anything. He’ll say he’s going to a party and then change his mind at the last minute if a better party comes along... also an apt metaphor for how he’s treated every “relationship” he’s ever had. A failure at intimacy, if not at sex, dating tends to be disastrous for him. He’ll either be completely in love or completely over it, often flip-flopping between the two depending on his mood on a given day; much like a housecat, he can go from being needy and affectionate one minute to suddenly repulsed by your presence, bristling at any touch, staring from across the room with open hostility like ‘who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?’ But despite his own personal deficiencies, this doesn’t stop him from displacing the blame on the other person whenever a relationship falls apart— they were too clingy, or talked too much, or left a towel on the floor of his bathroom (probably by accident) which he fixated on like it was some kind of spiteful personal attack.

If you ask for his honest opinion, be warned that you’ll get it. Julius has no qualms about saying exactly what he thinks, whether it be to a complete stranger on the subway or a friend he’s known for years, and he doesn’t soften the blow; if anything, like in his reviews, he chooses his words with expert precision to make sure the point gets across crystal-clear and leaves nothing up to interpretation. If he thinks you missed the mark with your outfit, you’ll know. If the food at this French restaurant is completely undeserving of a Michelin star, he’ll say that, out loud, not caring if the owner is within earshot (or probably hoping that they are).

(FINALLY.... some wanted connections. if you’ve made it this far, i’m sorry (again) and please stay hydrated, its a marathon not a race!)

“SUBJECTS”: Since his Village Voice days and his move to Brooklyn, Julius’ focus has shifted to reviewing mostly homegrown talent, covering local repertory cinema, art exhibitions, music releases— and since we have plenty of artists/musicians and other creatives in this group, I would loooove some plots related to reviews he’s written about their work, and what kind of dynamic has come out of that (he's known to be snobby and hard to impress, much more likely to pick something apart for all its shortcomings rather than heap praise, but occasionally, there’s a rare, glowing review in the bunch— Julius likes to be the first to “discover” something that really shows promise). So... there’s potential here for new friends/acquaintances to have been made, or people who hate his guts based on whatever mean things he’s said about them and their work. i’m open for either :)))

BRECKENRIDGE & CO: For his most recent temp assignment, Julius has started at Breckenridge & Co, basically doing menial, mindless office work filling in for an assistant or secretary (though he probably spends a fair amount of time working on his own writing, slacking on whatever he’s actually supposed to be doing). His attitude towards the whole situation is very “I’m better than this, and wouldn’t be here if I had any other choice” which might rub some people the wrong way, as might his half-assed approach to actually doing the work.... but it could also be a fun plot to have a kindred spirit with whom he can commiserate, complaining about the banality of the job, discussing office gossip, talking shit while stealing snacks from the break-room, etc.

PARTY FRIENDS (TW: DRUGS): When it comes to nightlife, Julius hasn’t given up his wild youth, and isn’t planning to any time soon. He’s a familiar face in bars and nightclubs and warehouse raves around Brooklyn, particularly on the gay circuit but really, anywhere and everywhere; he’s an equal-opportunity hedonist, going wherever the fun and free drugs are. Some possible connections include other people who are just as willing to stay up all night as he is, drinking and dancing to 4 AM last call and beyond, stumbling home at dawn to take a shower and get dressed for work, then do it all over again the next night. Another possible connection would be a dealer, or someone who’s down to share a couple lines at the club, pop a pill to get the night started; Julius is too broke to have a real habit, or so goes his logic, but he does indulge his vices pretty liberally on nights out. Even in his NYU days, he always seemed to have coke on him, a trend that continues today. Where does he get it? How does he afford it? No one really knows!

NYU CLASSMATES/FRIENDS: If your character also attended the school, no matter what their major, we can brainstorm some kind of connection— and this is completely open-ended, because Julius has likely stayed in touch with former classmates but to varying degrees, and he makes enemies as easily as he makes friends, perhaps even more easily. He’s a good friend when he wants to be (read: when the person matters enough to him), but he’s also the type to hold onto an old resentment or former rivalry till his deathbed.... so there’s potential for both negative and positive connections here!

HOOK-UPS/EXES: Plenty of these.... not uncommon for a hook-up to briefly become something more, before just as quickly turning into another ex (see: all the above-mentioned issues), but overall Julius prefers one night stands and casual sex. He’s got every dating/hook-up app under the sun, seems to be sleeping with half his gay generation, and goes on dates often, but mostly just for the free dinners— insisting on his choice of restaurant and probably ordering the most expensive wine on the menu. Whenever feelings get involved, things are bound to get messy, so Julius has come to the conclusion that it’s easier to keep feelings out of the picture entirely— better to have uncomplicated fun instead. 

ART, CULTURE & FASHION ENTHUSIASTS: For his work (but also to maintain his rep as someone with his finger on the pulse, seemingly aware of every single social event happening in New York), Julius frequents new exhibits, gallery openings, fashion shows, and usually seeks out other like-minded individuals to attend these with: people to whom he can address his snarky running commentary, all while downing glasses of free champagne and snacking on hors d'oeuvres. First Saturdays in New York means free museum entry; Julius has never misses out on a chance to visit the MOMA, or the Whit, or the Met, and it would be cute to do a plot with others who've made a tradition out of meeting up on the first Saturday of each month to do a museum day :)

There’s a ton of other potential connections I can probably think of but a) this intro has gotten so criminally long that I feel bad adding anything else sdkfljsdlf, but also b) connections usually work best when decided on individual character dynamics, so even if none of these particularly speak to you, or work for your character, please feel free 2 shoot me a message anyway and I’m sure we can figure something out! ok that’s all out of me. i need to atone for what i’ve done here :/

#fr.intro #about #i'm literally ashamed of this length i can't believe what's happened here.

[televisionboy]

Hii. Can you please tell me the names of any Pacific/Hillbilly/Haldane blogs that are still active that also take fanfic requests? Im new and Im stuck where to find ant Pacific peeps? Thanks xx

Yes!! I never actually got “into” Hillbilly or Haldane but here are some people that I do know write for them

@alienoresimagines writes for the pacific and is very good at it too

@madamsledge writes a lot for the pacific!! But is no longer taking requests, you can still read their stories

@hoosiers-blanket doesn’t do a lot of Y/N stories, she mostly does ack ack x hillbilly

that’s all I know? I’ll come back and add more if I remember any 😅

#anon #the pacific #ask

[guapogato]

URL SONGS

I wasn’t tagged but this looked fun.

Rules: Spell out your url using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

God Knows I Tried -Lana Del Rey Ultimately - khai dreams Almost Lover - Fine Frenzy Patricia - Florence + The Machine Out of order - Michl

Goodbye Mr.A - The Hoosiers Angel Of Small Death And The Codeine Scene - Hozier Trip on My Words - Man wolves On the Bus Mall - The Decemberists

Peeps I Tagged (Ignore if you already did this): @whyhellosims @hearteyedsims @vapidsims @thealienships @simdobo @lilgracesimmermain @acid-plumbobs @neilsimblr

#url song tag #non sims #text post

[dumpster-divers-unite]

Hello! I’ve recently looked into the dumpster diving community and it is fascinating. I’m interested in doing it but I’m waiting till I’m independent and till I know what I’m doing. I’ve done some research but I’m still not too sure about DD laws here in Indiana. If there are any DD Hoosiers with advice or information, I’d appreciate it greatly.

Hi anon, welcome to the community! Just so you know, I’m not independent yet (though I really want to be ;-;), but that doesn’t stop me from doing it from time to time! Most of the time I go during the night though…. maybe it’s just because I’m a little awkward with people confronting me. 

As for laws in Indiana, it *should* be legal… bc I’m assuming you’re in the US. There was a case called California vs. Greenwood that happened back in ‘88, anything that someone throws into the dump or trash is then public domain. There are still places however that have it against the law in the US. If that is the case for the area you live in/around/are planning to travel to to DD, try seeing if it’s reasonable for you to travel to somewhere where its more acceptable. If that’s not possible, then be freakin careful! I’ll be the first one to admit to peeping into one bin with a sign that looked something like this at least once for a friend, 

yikes. Arrest for taking the things you didn’t want? That’s harsh… and not to mention a huge waste of everyone’s time.

Anyway, if there are any Divers out in Indiana that want to help this dood, then please do!

#picked from the bin (asks)

[stxrspin-blog]

NAME - it’s a mystery ! NICKNAMES - Locke, Lock, Johnny, Apollo HEIGHT - 5′1″ NATIONALITY - american FAVORITE FRUITS - apples, cantaloupe, and blueberries FAVORITE SEASON - i really love fall, its pretty and perfect hoodie weather <3 FAVORITE SCENTS - i think lilacs and citrus are really nice, but on the other hand i also like the smell of gasoline whoops,,, FAVORITE ANIMALS - birds and rabbits TEA, COFFEE, HOT COCOA - hot chocolate and tea sometimes AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP - uhhh like 4-6 ? WHEN MY BLOG WAS CREATED - march 10th, so about a month ago now ! FAVORITE FOOD - pizza, pasta, put it in a box, deli-ver it to my house and put it on my c- FAVORITE TV SHOWS - i don’t really watch tv but i guess crime shows?? FAVORITE MOVIE - howl’s moving castle and thor ragnarok babey FAVORITE VINE - a funky little crustacean SEXUALITY - asexual  PRONOUNS - i’m chill with any tbh FAVORITE BOOK SERIES - haven’t read an actual book series in a long ass time but i guess percy jackson and uglies FAVORITE VIDEO GAMES - the yakuza series, pokemon, psychonauts, portal, and stardew valley FAVORITE BANDS - the hoosiers, autoheart, and mother mother FAVORITE SUBJECT - science ! though music is a close one if you count it GUYS OR GIRLS - both??  LAST TIME I CRIED - like a few days ago over something i read lmao WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING - my sociology essay but i got bored FAVORITE FANDOM - all fandoms have their issues and good points, i am liking jjba so far though

TAGGED BY - no one i stole it TAGGING - server peeps and like anyone else who wants it, knock yourselves out

#| ooc | #| dumb me stuff |

[elenajohansenauthor]

15-for-15 Tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @acfawkes - thanks very much!

Are you named after someone? My middle name is my mother’s first name, my maternal grandmother’s middle name, my maternal great-grandmother’s middle name...and I’m told it goes back in the matriarchal line another three or four generations, but when my brother played around at our genealogy some years ago, we were unable to confirm that.

When was the last time you cried? Last week, I think.

Do you have kids? No.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? No, absolutely not. Never, in fact. I would never act in such an uncouth manner.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Unless something is covering it, their hair. My own hair was the thing people always described me with/commented on/complimented me on as a child, so that’s where my brain was trained to go for a distinctive feature.

What’s your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I had to give up watching horror flicks some time back, because even if I wasn’t at all frightened during the movie, I would inevitably have nightmares where my imagination tagged-teamed my subconscious and made the story much, much scarier.

Any special talents? Accomplished knitter; years of singing instruction have given me a decent but not spectacular voice; also I’m teaching myself book-binding.

Where were you born? Indiana. Go Hoosiers (woo.)

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, video games, running, cooking and baking. I do those last two both to eat and to have fun--I try at least one new recipe a week.

Do you have any pets? I do not.

How tall are you? 5′5″

What sports do you play/ have played? Currently, I run. I have never done it competitively. In high school, I did Quiz Bowl (a team activity, yet not a sport) all four years, and tennis for one.

Favourite subject at school? I have to pick one?

Dream job? Being able to support myself writing would be great in a lot of ways, but given my mental health issues, I doubt full-time writer is actually my best career choice.

I’m not going to tag anyone specific, because so many of my peeps are doing NaNo and might not want to be distracted by this. But if you see this post and want to do it, please do!