Overanalyze And Chill

parkerperhaps​:

Parker has noticed him for awhile now. Granted, they make it a point to note who’s around them generally because that’s always a good thing but they’d noticed him looking, off to the side. They didn’t mean to leave him hanging or anything of that sort, but maybe they were sort of hoping he’d eventually come to them like they figured he wanted to. They were beginning to get anxious too, wondering if they should just come up to him themselves, but that was quelled when they hear him.

“Yeah, something like that,” they replied, offering him a smile, “You could also say I missed the boat with people my age, but that makes me like I’m in my thirties.” They instinctively relax their shoulders so as to seem chilled out, just so it’d be easier for him to feel at ease. “You’re in the LGBTQIA+ Alliance with me right? I’m Parker.” Instead of sticking their hand out for a shake, they waved their hand.

Thirties? He laughs slightly. Yeah no, they aren’t that much older than him. He wouldn’t have pegged them any older than mid twenties. 

          ❝I considered taking some time off, honestly, but I didn’t want to lose academic momentum, you know?❞

Jules is almost relieved when they don’t extend their hand for a handshake, clasping his own hands behind his back. He’s never liked handshakes because touching a stranger just... bothers him.

Oh but a good strong handshake is the proper way for a man to greet someone he’s just met. Get over it Julie, it’s just for a few seconds.

She’s. Not. Here. He doesn’t need to sweat her arbitrary rules or the way she would try to shame him for not measuring up.

          ❝I’m, uh, I’m Julian.❞ He stammers out, rocking on the balls of his feet. ❝I usually go by Jules though.❞

( Not true not true )- He always wanted to go by Jules, but Julian was more appropriate. And... he didn’t pick it. His mother did, based on his dead name. And it’s... fine, but he much prefers the nickname he chose.

He can be whatever he wants here. Within limits, anyway. His social life isn’t going to get back to his mother at least. He can go by whatever he wants and just be... awkward without worrying about her reaction.

          ❝And, y-yeah. Sure am.❞ He exhales hard. ❝That’s, uh, kinda why I... wanted to talk? Sorry, it’s dumb, I just want to actually you know... know the people I’m in a club with?”

seduce me with your book collection

I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?

dream-jackson (via claudemonet-art)

Enjoy the arts. Live art. Be art.

Introducing Julian Rigel Underwood

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BASICS

trans man

pansexual

he/him

19 years old

drama and theatre production major

APPEARANCE

hair: Brown and slightly wavy. Cut short but with messy bangs.

eyes: Brown

height: 5'8 // 172cm

faceclaim: Jamie Raines

PERSONALITY

mbti: INFP - t  ( the turbulent mediator )

enneagram: 9w1  ( the negotiator )

alignment: neutral good

SOME MISCELLANEOUS THINGS

He used to really like theatre, but being forced to consider it as a future career and focus all of his energy on it burned him out quick and he high key hates it now. He’d much rather be a writer, basing on the folklore and urban legends he loves so much. But he’s not one to argue with his mother. Like... ever. He just suffers in silence.

He’s fascinated with folklore and urban legends because of a bigfoot sighting in his hometown when he was younger. He didn’t see anything himself, but it got him interested in the way ideas like that spread, with just people telling each other things, leading to them being changed and exaggerated over time in years of playing telephone. And the details that stay the same are just as fascinating. He doesn’t believe in stuff like that, but he loves to learn about it, and he really wants to write about it.

Related: his own house was supposedly haunted back in New York. The kids he went to school with used to whisper about it when they thought he wasn’t listening. His (paternal) grandfather was murdered in the house and he supposedly haunted the large home. He found it interesting, and so likewise is curious about supposed hauntings and what leads people to thinking they see ghosts. Though… some sleepless nights in high school while he was trying to keep a perfect GPA in honor classes he… thought might have heard or saw something. Probably just being sleep deprived though. He doesn’t believe in ghosts.

He’s fluent in English, French, Latin, and Italian

He very occasionally wears glasses. He has a prescription, but usually wears contacts.

He has a car on campus; his mother made sure of that

He’s a library archives intern.

Everyone can act. Everyone can improvise. Anyone who wishes to can play in the theater and learn to become stage worthy.

Viola Spolin, Improvisation for the Theater (via theatremama)

just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.

i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair