our time is over. don't you know that if a time-warp was open, i'd stay right in my place? that war is over.
| You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors. |
our time is over. don't you know that if a time-warp was open, i'd stay right in my place? that war is over.
@JUDAS
21+ he/him idk anything else
turn your face to god. to the camera. they radiate the same sort of heat; like a(housefire)like a(firework)like a(body)
RULE ONE this account is a heavily abridged variant of jamie tartt, using apple tv's TED LASSO as the base template. everything will be built within this abridged universe. RULE TWO this portrayal will heavily highlight jamie's struggle with masculinity and his gender identity, his own unhealthy behaviors as they begin to present, and his relationship with his father. RULE THREE writer prefers serious interactions to non-serious in the interest of keeping muse maintained. length will be matched, though the same isn't expected in return.
RULE FOUR writer goes by judas. he/they, 21+. discord is available to close mutuals.this account is not a template, nor a resource, nor something to use for inspiration-- written pieces, edits, layouts, etc. are not to be lifted or posted elsewhere.pas is by kittenkaiju. RULE FIVE activity is sporadic, and may go up and down at any given point. feel free to reach out if replies go unanswered for long, but please have patience.
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don't fool yourself in thinkin ̔ you're more than a man,
NAME JAMIE OLIVIA TARTT
AGE 23-24
DATE OF BIRTH OCT. 20, 1997
GENDER TRANSGENDER MALE
PRO/NOUNS HE/HIM
SEXUALITY BISEXUAL
ETHNICITY WHITE
BIRTHPLACE MANCHESTER, UK.
CURRENT RESIDENCE LONDON
OCCUPATION STRIKER, AFC RICHMOND
FACE CLAIM PHIL DUNSTER
VOICE CLAIM PHIL DUNSTER BUILD athletic body w/ mesomorph body type.
HEIGHT 5 ̔10".
WEIGHT 185lbs.
HAIR STYLE slicked undercut
EYE COLOR
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES strong jaw, deep-set eyes,
STYLE
TATTOOS
MEDICAL
MISC.
the best way to know a man is with your teeth; pearly white and glistening in the light, with sharp canines you'd pretend came from lycanthropy when you were growing up- they would sink into the flesh of each person you meet.swallow, jamie.(notlikethat.)jamie has teethmarks all over him, little kisses left behind by those who wanted to learn him, that flash of ’em as he's running on the pitch for his teammates to see- the dull outlines of scars flushed pale pink. like his kneecaps, scraped against the lush grass of the pitch, they're blushing under his attention.no one else sees ̔em but him. don't mean nowt, though, it don't, ’cause the paps snap a photo of him anyway. he can see all those wee unsightly mark so they can too.
̔cause you'll
probably
end up dead.
* BIOGRAPHY,
bright neon lights flashing, burning his retinas.yeah. yeah, jamie's better off here.[HERE] is a dance club in the nooks of the city. jamie paid to get let in, that's how you know no one's gonna pull their phone out and snap a pic of you in your pants when you least expect it. the bouncer was a right prat, too, with stinkin ̔ breath that permeated the air between him and jamie as he sized him up outside the door.none of it matters in here. (where are you? i'm here, between strangers. i'm here, and there is so much love here you can't ask me to leave. please don't ask me to leave.) jamie is pressed between sweating bodies that rock to the rhythm of the music and rock him in the middle, and their hands wander his body with the adoration of altar servers. (and the music is his heartbeat thrumming in his chest, it's the bass pounding and shaking the foundation, inevitable. jamie is, then, invincible, here as he is on the pitch. striker, striker, they're wondering if you'll ever strike out.)tomorrow he's gonna wake up with a raging hangover and he'll rev the engine of his aston dead loud.. so loud his neighbors will glare at him, a blur shooting out of his parkway, and he'll flash a cheeky smile- he'll soak up the attention, any fibre of it at all, and he'll be a better person. his mummy don't need to know the things her numpty boy gets up to when he thinks he's invincible.he'll be a better person.he's gotta be.
* PERSONALITY,
Zombie ipsum reversus ab viral inferno, nam rick grimes malum cerebro. De carne lumbering animata corpora quaeritis. Summus brains sit, morbo vel maleficia? De apocalypsi gorger omero undead survivor dictum mauris. Hi mindless mortuis soulless creaturas, imo evil stalking monstra adventus resi dentevil vultus comedat cerebella viventium. Qui animated corpse, cricket bat max brucks terribilem incessu zomby. The voodoo sacerdos flesh eater, suscitat mortuos comedere carnem virus. Zonbi tattered for solum oculi eorum defunctis go lum cerebro. Nescio brains an Undead zombies. Sicut malus putrid voodoo horror. Nigh tofth eliv ingdead.Cum horribilem walking dead resurgere de crazed sepulcris creaturis, zombie sicut de grave feeding iride et serpens. Pestilentia, shaun ofthe dead scythe animated corpses ipsa screams. Pestilentia est plague haec decaying ambulabat mortuos. Sicut zeder apathetic malus voodoo. Aenean a dolor plan et terror soulless vulnerum contagium accedunt, mortui iam vivam unlife. Qui tardius moveri, brid eof reanimator sed in magna copia sint terribiles undeath legionis. Alii missing oculis aliorum sicut serpere crabs nostram. Putridi braindead odores kill and infect, aere implent left four dead.
sympathy is a knife // VERSES
* TED LASSO,
A morbo amarus in auras. Nihil horum sagittis tincidunt, gelida portenta. The unleashed virus est, et iam mortui ambulabunt super terram. Souless mortuum oculos attonitos back zombies. An hoc incipere Clairvius Narcisse, an ante? Is bello mundi z?
* THE PITT,
jamie tartt's trending on twitter for all the wrong bloody reasons. if you look him up, you'll see all anyone's talking about is his disqualification on lust conquers all and his signing to the pittsburgh riverhounds.but it's mad lonely in the states, innit, and he's on his toddy unless he's running drills with his new team ̔til Keels vid calls, too down in the dumps to go out on a bender, so he's been havin ̔ a mooch ̔round the emergency department in the early hours. he ain't bothered if they're mithered and nowt’s been said.
* FANDOMLESS,
A morbo amarus in auras. Nihil horum sagittis tincidunt, gelida portenta. The unleashed virus est, et iam mortui ambulabunt super terram. Souless mortuum oculos attonitos back zombies. An hoc incipere Clairvius Narcisse, an ante? Is bello mundi z?