TEXTS: jt + liberty

liberty: you're sounding much like a self motivation book these days. i appreciate the sentiment.

liberty: are you saying you'd like to enroll just to cause havoc? i'm pretty sure that won't end well.

JT: yeah, well, i have to read something to make fun of for new material

JT: and some of those things are reaaaal easy to flip through

JT: wouldn't end well for who?

JT: i'm gonna be stoked no matter where i end up

JT: sounds like ur scared libby

TEXTS: jt + liberty

liberty: okay maybe i am.

liberty: rolling in dough? you have so much confidence but i guess one can dream.

liberty: the birds are chirping, the flowers have been lovelier... 😊

liberty: [10 minutes later]

liberty: it has been pretty quiet around though.

JT: hey! if you don't believe in you who will?!

JT: well i'll always believe in you but you know what im saying

JT: uh huh

JT: [delay]

JT: yeah thought so

JT: whaddya think? should i enroll and disturb the peace?

📤ADAM & JT

Adam: Hell yeah, man. Fuck consequences. That's a future Adam problem!

Adam: Ah, nice. I'll be at a sweet even six then. Good shit.

JT: yeah fuck that guy, he'll figure it out later

JT: no dude you're already at like a solid 4

JT: welcome to the tenth league

📤ADAM & JT

Adam: I need opinions before I spend money I don't have on a bass I don't need

Adam: But keep in mind that if you say anything mean or negative about my decisions, I will have an emotional breakdown.

Adam: but, ya know, thoughts?

Adam: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ec/34/d0/ec34d015a3b8d677725794148a1a7dca.jpg

JT: psh

JT: i always spend money i don't have that's what being a college aged kid is about

JT: WOAH

JT: so worth it that'll up your cool factor like, at least six points

panthersamy​:

“Nah, can’t say I have a partner,” Amy can’t help but laugh at JT’s response. He’s always been quite the character to say the least, the kind of person that you never had a dull moment when being around them. “What kind of food does this place even have? I’m not like huge on seafood, but I guess a free meal wouldn’t be terrible. I can fake an old lady’s voice pretty well, I did it with my own grandma all through grade school.”

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“then maybe you can ask someone special, whatever, you could bring your dog, i really don’t care.” jt rattled to amy. bursting with so much enthusiasm, jt began to walk forward once again, “it’s an oyster house? they serve thirty dollar crab cakes and break down my spirit every day.” he explained flatly. feeling satisfied with his end of the deal, jt could relax, and unsurprisingly found himself poking fun, “soooo, who are you gonna bring?”

novakzigmundj​:

A cool autumn breeze hit Zig’s bare arms as he kicked his skateboard into motion. University was starting soon and that would mean the time for boring lectures, studying, and reading assignments was looming closer. He had barely passed high school and now he was going to be entering his freshman year at Toronto University. Zig felt himself tense up at the thought, anxiety beginning to trickle in. He had only chosen his major the week before, business and marketing and he already knew it was a mistake after looking at the class list.

Zig kept the momentum on his skateboard, his balance being kept while the thoughts raced through his mind. He also needed to pack everything up in his room for move-in day. The to-do list in his mind was getting longer and he knew that ignoring it all summer was due to his underlying anxiety and disbelief that he even made it to university in the first place. His mother was begging him to get all of this stuff done, but it’s like something inside of him knew that he would be packing his bags to get back home before midterms even hit. What did the school counselor call it? Freshmen blues? Zig thought to himself before shaking his head. At least he’d still be around his hometown and people that he grew up with. Maybe having some familiar faces around would make it all the more easier for him to adjust?

Speaking of familiar faces, Zig stopped his skateboard when he came near one of the guys that went to Degrassi with him. Zig smiled at JT and cocked his head to the side while he spoke to him. “Dude, it sounds like you’re pretty desperate,” Zig noted, giving JT a laugh. “I’m not going to beat you up, though. I’d definitely be down for making a scene if you need me to. What are you trying to get out of work for anyways?”

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“oh thank god! zig, i could kiss you!” jt exclaimed, rushing towards the other, then stopping. “but i won’t.” he clarified. with that pesky little stipulation out of the way, he continued his fast paced ramblings, “i swear i’ve asked like, thirty people and everyone had these lame answers for not helping me out.” his expression switches then he begins impersonating the various help he failed to enlist, “jt, i’m gonna be studying! jt you’re a moron! jt i can’t help you because i’m in love with you!” the last one didn’t happen, but hey, anything for a laugh. idly kicking at the pavement, he attempted a nonchalant reveal, “i’ve got a gig...” a sigh, “kind of, it’s an open mic, but baby steps!” lightbulb! “hey! you should come after you help me ditch work...” speaking of, “what’s your poison? sweet little grandma or beating me up?” he gestured with both hands as he reminded zig of the choices, “i have two different sets depending on how the night goes.”

xsirexcellencex​:

Hunter liked to believe he was fairly well versed in the art of dealing with utter bullshit. Between all of the meaningless drama from degrassi, to repeatedly walking into open fire at home, he believed he had enough experience to be sure that nothing really could shock him in that department. Well, low and behold, JT Yorke exceeding his expectations for the worst. A go-to way to deal with someone spewing out so much nonsense was to just cover his ears with his headphones and blast music - perhaps muttering a witty remark before, but that part was optional. Luck wasn’t on his side that day, as if it was ever, since he forgot to charge them last night. Plus, he knew it wouldn’t be entirely appreciated to tune JT out right as he was talking… Then again, JT had no problem with tuning himself out mid sentence, so perhaps he shared similar judgemental beliefs about his plans - at least on a subconscious level.

“I’m not going to beat you up because you’re too scared to ask for a sick day,” Hunter replied after a moment of simply staring in disbelief. He supposed he shouldn’t be judging too harshly though. After all, Hunter was the one who asked his best friend to break his finger to get out of sports. “And I can’t pretend to be a sick old lady.” On the one hand, had it been in any other context, Hunter may have even been flattered from someone thinking he could pull that off. After all, there were many characters in Hunter’s repertoire. Most famously Sir Excellence; a noble knight who protects the Realm from pesky pkers and helps maintain the peace and wonder of the land. A sickly elderly woman was, unfortunately for JT and JT alone, not one of his characters.  “If I list all of the ways that makes both of your plans anything but foolproof, we’d be here all day.” He said harshly. “Why don’t you tell your boss that you can’t go into work because of your grandmother?”

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“i’m not too scared!” jt objected, shrill. he was definitely too scared, but hunter wasn’t going to receive that admission, no way. he didn’t understand why the other couldn’t just. . . cooperate! it was seriously so simple, so guaranteed to go off without a hitch that any answer other than yes seemed completely illogical. did nobody appreciate true genius these days? or at the very least, a cheap thrill? upon hunter’s swift denial, jt groaned, “but why not? it’s easy enough to be an old lady! especially over the phone! and hey, you know what? it’s even easier to rough me up a bit! i’m scrawny!” he joked, hoping to persuade hunter with laughter. and if that didn’t work...then...well, “i’ll pay you twenty bucks?” hunter suggested telling work the lie about his grandma, and jt sucked in on his teeth, “boss man will never buy it, ever since i called out to do ‘jury duty’ and got ratted out by my coworker who saw me picking up a pizza, they never believe me. completely ridiculous, right?”

TEXTS: jt + liberty

liberty: hi

liberty: thanks jt. well that's one word for it. the cost of all these books are ridiculously high. i'm just one more step closer to finishing school though.

JT: oh come on don't act like you're not excited

JT: you're gonna kill it

JT: and in ten years from now when you're rollin in dough you won't even remember some pesky little textbooks

JT: though i do have to say...

JT: [delay]

JT: bet it's boring around campus without me there

libertyvzandt​:

it always felt like she had to bring him back to reality when it concerned to a responsibility like this. in a perfect world, liberty would be able to just let go of any concerns and fears that she had, but she couldn’t. sometimes she envied jt and the way he was able to walk around freely doing what he pleased, well that’s how it looked in her eyes. it wasn’t something she could bring herself to do, although he was possibly the only one who was able to bring it out of her once in a while.

she watched in amusement, trying to conceal the smirk she had on her face. “i don’t know why you think i’m so boring grandma, i can have fun.” she rolled her eyes. “i do have fun.” she reassured him. it wasn’t a total lie, she did more than before. “jt…” liberty couldn’t even believe she was considering it herself. “why can’t you be serious for a second?”

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“why do i think you’re some boring grandma?” jt asked, rhetorically. in comparison to him, she was. and most of the time jt liked that about her...opposites attract and whatnot. it didn’t matter. liberty wasn’t ever going to read the mental dissertation he had about why she was so...awesome. still, jt was utterly incapable of hiding the smile blooming onto his face. the sun was shining, it was warm enough for autumn, and liberty, as always, looked completely beautiful. he stopped the internal drooling in it’s tracks and miraculously found himself sticking to the point. who knows how long he’d have until liberty decided their conversation was finito. “i’m sure you do have fun.” he echoed, earnest smile blooming into a shit-eating grin. “i am being serious.” he told her, though the twinkle in his expression didn’t help. “i’m serious about this plan and i’m serious about being a comedian...” what a dichotomy, he thought. “how am i ever gonna get rich and famous and buy...” us “...myself that big mansion if i don’t commit now?”

thetobyisaacs​:

When JT talked this much, he had a plan or two even if they wasn’t the smartest plans on earth. Of course that was his best friend and he would do anything for him, they were practically brothers. They grew up together, went to camp together. JT was Toby’s first ever best friend, he was really there for Toby growing up. 

When JT walked in front of him, he stopped and sighed. Toby held on to his book bag as he listened to his friend’s options. “Out of all the options in the world, you picked those two?” Toby shook his head. “Just say your sick. Works almost every time. Unless you’ve done that a bunch of times then he will never believe you.” 

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fighting the urge to knock toby’s head around, jt spoke to him instead, “of course, i’ve done that a bunch of times. i’m me.” no further explanation needed. if toby wasn’t on board with either of his plans, maybe jt should consider reconsidering his ideas, “aw, man.” he sighed, dragging a hand down his face, “what do you suggest i do then, oh great and wise tobes?”

Blue Velvet (1986) dir. David Lynch

TEXTS: jt + liberty

[4 AM]

JT: hey

JT: good luck with your first semester back this week (:

JT: feelin stoked, superstar?

panthersamy​:

Amy’s classes for today had just ended and she had mixed feelings about this whole college thing. If someone had told her a few years prior that she was actually enrolled at a University, she would have said that they were full of shit. But there she was, “trying” to turn over a new leaf and please her sweet ol’ grandmother. The dirty blonde didn’t really have high hopes for this semester but maybe she would surprise herself. 

While on her way back home, she was suddenly stopped on the street by a semi familiar face. He looked like one of the many annoying faces of the people she went to high school with. “Dude, slow your fuckin’ roll. You are talking a mile a minute. I guess you got yourself a deal if you scratch my back too, I don’t do anything for free,” she responded. 

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“obviously. astute observation.” jt snarked back to the other. “how else are you supposed to grasp every facet of my plan?” it was simple, he shouldn’t even have to explain the pace of his speech. “so you want something in return.” he sighed, “can’t say i’m surprised.” hey, whatever gets the job done, “you got a partner or friend?” jt asked vaguely, “i can hook you up with a free dinner at rodney’s oyster house,” he smiled grimly, then joked,  “there’s nothing more romantic than the smell of fish.” 

libertyvzandt​:

liberty couldn’t even get a word in, right when she bumped into jt it was nonstop rambling which she wasn’t in the mood for. she clung onto her bag moving it in front of her, like some sort of protection although it was not needed. it just felt right for her to do. she couldn’t even process how she ended up right next to him considering how big the city was, yet jt yorke kept finding a way in her own personal space. 

 she was going to excuse herself until she heard that he was planning to skip whatever shift he had. liberty rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh stopping in her tracks. her silence was definitely enough to show her distaste of what she was hearing that he couldn’t commit to his job. “i’m not going to be part of whatever ridiculous plan you are set out to do, jt.” she was firm, finally looking up to him. “i want no part in your schemes. maybe you should have worked out your plans beforehand instead of running around last minute to get out of what you needed to do.” 

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jt was on the receiving end of a cold shoulder from liberty van zandt, as always. although her words fell nothing short of cruel, she was still walking with him, which meant only good things in jt’s book. it meant progress. the state of things between had been different ever since...well everyone knew what ever since meant. still, that wasn’t going to halt jt from getting back on liberty’s good side, at least. even as she stood there, tearing down his scheme and expressing clear distaste, jt couldn’t help but think how she looked like she was doing well. it made his heart feel like a block of metal in his chest. 

licking his lips, jt oddly found himself at a loss for words, “i...i mean...come on!” he squeaked out. once those lips were moving though, jt couldn’t stop his tongue from running, “it’ll be fun, libby! when was the last time you had fun, like real, actual fun.” jt doubted she was going to produce a genuine answer. he was certain her summer was probably filled with studying or internships or whatever she was up to these days. beyond wanting to go to the open mic, jt merely wanted to spend more time with liberty again. hoping he might have sold it to her, he asked again, “so what do you say?”

devilsfall​:

        sean   can’t   help   but   laugh   ,   even   though   he   does   try   his   best   to   remain   as   passive   as   possible   in   order   to   give   jt   a   chance   .   but   in   true   jt   fashion   ,   he   has   some   of   the   most   entertaining   ,   yet   completely   absurd,   ideas   sean   has   ever   heard   .   “   i’m   not   gonna   pretend   to   be   your   grandma   ,   dude   ,   ”   he   states   first   and   foremost   ,   breathing   out   another   laugh   as   he   reaches   into   his   pocket   .   he   only   sifts   around   inside   for   a   second   before   pulling   out   a   pack   of   cigarettes   and   tapping   one   of   the   sticks   into   his   hand   .   “   and   i’m   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐒   𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊   not   gonna   pretend   to   beat   you   up   ,   either   ,   ”   he   adds   ,   tucking   the   nearly   empty   pack   away   as   he   places   the   cigarette   between   his   lips   .

“   are   you   trying   to   get   me   fired   or   something   ?”   he   asks   ,   his   words   slightly   muffled   as   he   cups   one   hand   around   his   cigarette   while   he   lights   it   up   .   “   your   boss   will   one   -   hundred   -   percent   recognize   me   and   then   probably   report   me   to   my   boss   ,   and   no   offense   ,   but   there’s   no   way   in   hell   i’m   getting   fired   so   you   can   go   tell   a   few   knock   knock   jokes   to   a   bunch   of   drunk   people   ,   ”   he   explains   as   he   sucks   down   the   nicotine   and   lets   it   burn   his   lungs   .   plucking   the   cigarette   from   his   mouth   ,   he   blows   out   a   plume   of   smoke   before   realizing   how   harsh   his   words   may   have   sounded   .   “   sorry   ,   but   you   know   what   i   mean   ,   ”   he   tacks   on   ,   like   that   makes   any   sort   of   difference   at   all   .

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sean was a good friend. jt didn’t always appreciate how...harsh...and stubborn the guy could be, but hey, a friend was a friend. he watched as sean pulled out his pack of cigarettes, eyes fixated on every motion as he stumbled on. interrupting himself, jt looked up at sean, “when are you gonna ditch those things, buddy?” no judgement is detectable his tone, but he does scoff. knowing that sean is reluctant to help, jt firmly planted his hands on his hips and flatly asked, “well why not?” 

upon sean’s further explanation, jt let some air pass through his lips while rolling his eyes, “sean.” he said, trying to level with the guy, “i’m not plotting to get you fired, i’m trying to save myself from getting fired.” he figured it might make more sense in those terms. “plus that’s completely dramatic...my boss isn’t going to tell your boss, they’re not like, out to get us.” that part maybe wasn’t so true, but...”if you wear like...a hat...or maybe a hood?! i’m sure it’ll be fine! or...there’s always the grandmother route...” jt pointed out again. he began to speak over sean, but didn’t bother finishing once he heard there’s no way in hell i’m getting fired so you can go tell knock knock jokes to a bunch of drunk people. 

“right.” he cleared his throat, then straightened his spine. at this point, even jt could gather that it wouldn’t be wise to coax sean further, nor defend his plan. “well, if you know anybody interested, forward the message.” jt started walking forward once more, allowing a brief silence to stew. unable to let the topic settle, jt added, “they’re both good plans by the way.”