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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;]should it b e a squad that hangs out but are based off the names of songs of choice or anyone have any ideas? (:

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;] i don't think so... you can pick any song from any of her albums (:

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;]i think i'm gonna do hermit the frog

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;]i'm making a new character i think should i use the fc of:

david lambert
jordan fisher
ricardo hoyos
or jacob ifan

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;] ok one more vote. technically two for ricardo, one for jacob and one for david c':

alex is so cute

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;]i've been having the worst anxiety today so im sorry for late replies/putting sh*t off

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;] ok I think I'll just head with ricardo then

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;] im fine i suppose it's just when it comes to school i just get hella bad anxiety no matter what and it makes me feel physically sick to my stomach so I can't focus /: I'm attempting to reply to threads now, though, because I'd hate to keep anyone waiting too long

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with that, the teen took off, taking the trail back to his cabin, which was about another mile away. along the way, he passed where the campfire had been, now vacant of all the teens had been there just minutes before. soon, lucian arrived, quietly making his way into the back door before creeping slowly to his bed, nestling under the covers. with the cool fresh spring air, promising the hint of summer soon and the thoughts of xanie, it was easy to fall into a captivating sleep after a few minutes.

"time to wake up for today, boys!" a deep voice announced, one that lucian could only identify as the counselor they met previously before. lucian threw his head over the covers for a heartbeat before sitting up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "hurry up and get dressed for the day so we can head down for breakfast. go go go." throwing the covers from his bed, the blonde stood up, rubbing his hands over his face with a small huff. it didn't take him long to get dressed: a plaid shirt with a simple pair of jeans before he joined those ready to go down to the mess hall outside. once everyone was finished, they all headed down, joining the girls who already waited for them, the delicious aroma of pancakes teasing his senses. they weren't calling up tables just yet, so automatically, lucky's eyes began to scan the table for his xanie.

when he saw her, she hadn't noticed him just yet. walking up behind her, he bent down to wrap his arms around her, placing a kiss on her cheek before sitting down across from her. "hope this seat's not taken." he said. a clear of the throat made him turn his head, meeting the welcoming resting glare of zip. "actually it is." she said. xanie's eyes lingered from her before moving slowly over towards xanie, lifting his hands in mock surrender, sitting up. "that's fine zippity do dah. she's your sister." he took a seat across from xanie instead, giving her a small wink to let her know that it was okay.
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SULTAN ★ wrote:

pari. wrote:

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caleb espinosa they call him hermit the frog he's looking for a dog did you find your b*tch in me oh you're abominable socially you're just a little bit too much like me

— cisgender male and indentifies as such; he/him pronouns
— caleb is bisexual, except he's not loud and open about it. he's not afraid to talk about it, nor say that he is if you ask him, however, he doesn't care to openly talk about it. however, he is close to demiromantic, romance is a rare thing for him, this boy is full of one night stands.
— eighteen years old, born on november eighth, making him a scorpio
— caleb is involved in varsity football as a linebacker, hopes to make it as a professional one day. he's not in any clubs however, maybe club asshole
— attending lots of parties, picking fights, being an overall asshole, being chill but also having no chill, throwing shade, likes to spread rumors, everyone hates him, but lots of people also like him, sex sex and sex, sports, drinking, dabbles here and there with drugs, but not drastically so mostly does weed, working out, kind of a lone wolf believe it or not. despite having all these friends, he hates people lmao, being depressed n annoyed
— the most contradicting asshole in existence.

— their personality. can be traits or descriptive

— caleb was born seattle washington, losing his mother at a very young age. he never knew her at all. his father, diego, became depressed to losing the love of his life and became an alcoholic. from a very young age, caleb was physically and mentally abused, used as his father's punching bag. there was never a day that his father didn't have friends over, so therefore it was always loud. caleb developed anger issues that often he took out at school. he was in trouble quite often. things were never good.
— caleb, himself, turned to the bottle in his father's cabinet. before he was even thirteen years old, he was relying secretly on alcohol as a way to calm down his demons. perhaps he even developed depression, but he was in denial about lots really. he, believe it or not, is a lone wolf and although he talks to people he doesn't get along with many people. and is kind of... no, he is a dick. the one who goes around and makes people feel bad to make himself feel better, as well as picking fights as a coping mechanism.
— cynical. not afraid to show it. manipulative as f*ck, although undeniably charming as heck. he knows what people wants and can get them into bed without much of a push. another coping mechanism he uses to deal.
— hates to go home and in fact, avoids it even if it ends up with a punch to the face, or with him getting beat up or something.
— cries himself to sleep at night quite often.
— he's laid back and chill overall, though. when you first meet him, you'd be surprised that he has such a,,, sh*tty personality at all. it's just like walking on egg shells around him because he just has sucha random temper, you'll never really know what you're going to get.

here's caleb so far. too anxious to finish right now

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to see maya being at least a hint of her old self again was much more of a relief to him. the last thing he wanted to see was the blonde being upset, to see that spark, that old light that he loved so much about her released at least some weight off his chest despite the fact that the heavy weight on his shoulders for choosing to put studying for the test aside for later. he figured that he deserved perhaps a little longer, at least the night, knowing that if he didn't get it now then most likely he wouldn't be getting it at all, which is something he needed to start avoiding. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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anyone wanna plot with caleb (:

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 460px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;]there's nothing more i hate than days like this. when something triggers me, and i get in one of those moods where i can barely breathe. it's like a domino effect. i'm triggered, either from stress or something someone says, and the anxiety triggers my ocd, and so on. it hasn't lasted for days since last year, but when it happens, it feels like i'm drowning, barely clinging on. i feel like crap. i feel like a sh*tty person, unable to live. i want to die. i f*ckin want to die and i've told my mom this. yet no matter how much i tell her that i need help, she'll say she'll make an appointment eventually but it's always put off. she said she'd put an appointment a month ago. at the start of december. i've reached out to everyone so she would get through, yet she hasn't pulled through. obviously, i am constantly reaching out to her and i feel like it'll be a matter of time where i might get a spike and take it out on myself or even worse, someone else.

i feel like a terrible person. all of my life, my thoughts joking dark humor that made me what i am,[i] never was a trigger. this was only last year. i was a completely different person last year. i cared so much. i cared about everyone so much. i was connected to all of my friends. i knew who i wanted to be, where i wanted to go, and now that's all shattered because of a damn mental illness that i believe i have. i can't joke and be dark humored without that following thought wondering if that's truly what i want. if it wasn't, that's not what i would have thought anyway? my life is constantly a reiteration of going over things in my life that would have hinted i am some kind of psychopath. i don't enjoy the things i used to in fact, i don't enjoy much at all. i still go out, but it serves as a distraction moreso than anything else because i can't trust being alone with my own head. i care less. i talk less. i am a terrible friend now. and honestly i am at the point to where i even continue to live?

i don't want to hurt anyone. either way, it's a lose-lose situation. if i continue to live, i'm hurting myself because my mind is constantly like a horror movie, and i live in fear of hurting others. if i die, then i hurt my family, or maybe i'm saving them from myself? even now i know i'm sounding crazy and a year ago i would have never told you that this is how i am now. i feel such a transformation inside me that i don't know what to do and i'm scared.

i felt as if i didn't write this out it would just all remain inside and make me feel worse. i'm really not expecting anyone to reply, but i trust this board and whole site with my feelings so there.

I can't think right now so y'all minding me what your characters would think of caleb

@bats from what I see from him, I feel like the two would rlly clash a lot because caleb is unpredictable and can be a bully and nat stands up for people idk