Watching The Detectives (2007) Dir. Paul Soter

ainslie hogarth, motherthing

Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography

— Kaveh Akbar, from “Ways to Harm a Thing.”

random hcs, facts, thingz.

He knows how to make great coffee, and maybe it’s a blessed hands kinda situation cuz no amount of explaining will help somebody else learn exactly how he does it;

His mother was a dance teacher for years, which makes him a pretty good salsa dancer ( or just a great dancer in general when he’s high and happy );

Customers can often find little notes inside albums and cds they bought, courtesy of César and his lack of things to do at the store ( usually the message says something like ‘hey this is the previous owner of this rare cd and u are haunted’ or ‘lucky hint for today: stay away from your car’, just4funsies ! )

He can fix pretty much anything, from a broken vinyl record player to a broken pipe;

He drives his mama's car ( aston martin vantage ) when he needs to pick up his sister from school and/or brother from work, but his bike ( yamaha xs750 ) is his fav thing in the whole world ( & yes, she has a name );

His brother was an addict, just like him, but César recovered first and now sponsors the older ( NA meetings are still a weekly thing for him, even though they take place on the previous city they lived in );

He smokes tobacco and marijuana only. No other drugs are allowed near him ( he literally steps away as soon as other substances are mentioned );

His mother’s disease is autoimmune and, since César and his brother got a job, she has been staying at home and focusing on her new hobby ( crocheting ! , so if you are a nice friend to him... yeah, u will get a gift from her );

He had many jobs over the years and lied in every single one of the interviews;

He used to hide his brother’s personal items to teach him about being messy, and now he does the same to his coworkers;

He eats lots of apples and tangerines ( his fav fruits ) and goes for a run in the morning more often than not;

He fakes signatures and autographs pretty well, often lying to customers about albums being rare because of the ( fake ) autograph on the cover;

He’s allergic to bees and latex;

He sucks at physics ( one of the reasons he gave up studying anything engineer related in college );

He plans on getting a degree, but only after his sister gets to high school.

i am in my 20s but also in my teenage years and also in my 40s

Ted Neeley as Jesus and Carl Anderson as Judas Jesus Christ Superstar (1973), dir. Norman Jewison Original lyrics by Tim Rice 

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｡:゜᪤｡ hey,  is  that  radcliff's  very  own  poser ? yup,  i'd  recognize  césar miguel castillo’s  face  anywhere.  if  you  twisted  my  arm  and  asked  me  to  describe  them,  i’d  say  they’re  incredibly  charming,  leery,  adroit,  impulsive,  and  they  always  seem  to  be  carrying  around  a  very full keychain for  some  reason.  kind  of  weird,  right  ? when  they  hit  play  on  their  walkman,  you  just  know  it’s  abuso de autoridad  by  three souls in my mind  tickling  their  eardrums  —  a  creature  of  habit,  maybe  ?  they  have  the  same  peculiar  energy  as  a toy you carried around everywhere when you were little ; quivering your upper lip in disgust ; a swear word escaping your mouth mid argument ; lying to your own mother ; the sound of a nearby train passing and  work  at  scratch  that  with  all  the  other  losers.  shit  !  that’s  them  …  i guess  they’re  about  to  clock  in  for  their  dreadfully  long  shift.  well,  good  luck  to  ‘em ...

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⋆. hometown : terlingua, texas. d.o.b : august 1, 1957. age : twenty-six. pronouns : he / him. scratching  that for + than a year & a half. fc : taylor  zakhar  perez.

⋆. the true main suspect in a horror movie, maybe the ginger snaps itself. or just… richard cameron from dead poets society. perhaps heather duke from heathers ? oh, as a song ? i started a joke by the bee gees… and private eyes by daryl hall & john oates is on queue, for sure.

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hobbies, skills, habits, talents, mannerisms :

likes to learn things for its own sake and to show off to other people ; pulls the hair on his nape when stressed or anxious ; know too many party tricks ; rolls a perfect blunt ; draws a perfect square with no ruler ; had a horse as a pet ; knows how to play bass ; is his brother’s sponsor at NA ; certified liar ; speaks spanish and spatim (spanish + latin, made by him and his brother&sister) fluently ; college dropout (and he does not miss law) ; great driver ; is allergic to bees.

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what is césar’'s fav perfume ? andron for men by jovan + obsession by calvin klein.

what items can be found in césar’s pockets ? big ass keychain, a pocket knife, a funky looking lighter, sticking-plaster scooby-doo themed.

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he’s always saying : “actually, this has nothing to do with me” \ “yeah, well, believe me or not, that’s your choice to make” ;

lie most likely to tell : everysingleone “yeah, i’m pretty sure i told you that, like, days ago” \ “sure, but the thing is… i heard this rumour…”

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Standing 6'5" tall, this tanned skinned man has piercing hazel eyes, long eyelashes, small lips, small ears and thick eyebrows. His short hair is black, wavy, sometimes un-styled, and his seven o'clock shadow is often making an appearance.

He has long legs, a slender neck, defined abs, and lots of body hair. He has a tattoo on the palm of his hands and another on his left thigh. A particularly notable feature is his crooked smile and expressive eyes. He has a noticeable scar on his shoulder;

He often wears nice, fitting clothes that are mostly colourful; black, blue, red and green are easy finds in his wardrobe. He is usually seen wearing a chain necklace with the letter M, or a rosary, dark boots and a (broken) watch on his wrist.

Are you a monk? César wanted to ask, but he couldn’t find the tone to make the question feel serious enough. Well, he was curious, he wanted to know if Tate’s… ability to see and interpret everything through kind lenses was natural, or an exercise to something bigger. Maybe he wanted to be a priest when he was little, César thought, looking at Tate’s face and noticing – for the very first time – how beautiful he was. I’m drunk, he thought next. “ I sure hope not cuz I don’t wanna see people ruining their fun. ” He rolled his eyes, hating on people who tried to separate fights. “ I mean, look, ” Index finger pointed to the person on the right, the one who was talking lots and screaming bits – LIAR, HOW DARE YOU?, HOUSE –, César snorted, shaking his head. “ What if they, person a, caught person b, ” His finger moved towards the other direction, finding the new target. “ Cheating inside their home? Maybe a threesome? Or worse, maybe cheating plus stealing some shit? That’s nasty work, and b has a nasty worker face. ”

｡:゜᪤｡ event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @luckmagnets :

He should place a bet, or grab his camera. The interaction between those two strangers was escalating quickly enough: conversation to discussion to maybe-a-fight?, and César had no idea about how to act. It wasn’t his business anyway, too high to even think about himself and how the fuck am I going home again?, he should not bother about others. He should, however, try to find his camera. “ Do you think it’s something personal like,” He started saying to the wind, aware of the company beside him but not enough to remember who it was. “ You cheated on me with my wife, or something very boring like baseball? ” Finishing the water inside his cup, César looked to his left, blinking slowly – and very confusingly – at Tate. “ Oh, hey. It’s you. ”

｡:゜᪤｡ open starter — at : break room . ⭑𓂃

Something’s wrong. Maybe it’s the new sugar Clementine got, or is the mug? He should've stuck to his old mug, but he just couldn't find it. Who could he blame then? Emilio, probably, since César saw the preppy asshole eyening the mug with a sort of… desire. Desire to steal.  Drinking the coffee again, César felt the urge to scream. What the fuck is wrong with it? He looked to the left, spotting the first person to walk in the break room. “ I need you. ” He voiced, serious as ever. “ Can you taste the coffee I made and explain to me what the fuck is wrong with it? It’s not as good as it should be. Something terrible happened. ”

｡:゜᪤｡ event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @girlzpace :

“ You do have this really personal problem with me, don’t you? ” A gun to his head demanding a serious reaction for more than five seconds wouldn’t be enough. César was fighting demons to keep a straight face, arms crossed against his chest, brows touching. “ It is not my fault you pissed yourself, I told you to wear a diaper, you never listen to me… ” The loudest dad laugh ever scared a girl nearby, and César had to stop to apologize and, finally, give his attention back to Genesis in a second; the look on her face suddendly worrying him. If a death threat had eyes... “ ¿Y tú qué miras, meona? Live a little, have a laugh, Jesus. ”