Testing Baybeh! No posting please!

[Something Very Sexual]

"I’m not a wannabe, I’m who I wanna be. And I intend to be, how you created me…"

xxbuilding B L O C K Sxxxx
WHAT'S w r i t t e n in BLACK & w h i t e; Zackary Levi Knowels
BUT I'll l i s t e n to; Zack, Levi
MOMMY p o p p e d me OUT on; September, Twenty-sixth, 1989
AND t h a t was like Eighteen YEARS a g o
IT was t h e n when the DOCTOR s a i d; Little big man-boy
PLEASE g i v e me some OF t h o s e; Harlequin girls are nice...but Testosterone boys are nicer!


xxlet's get P E R S O N A Lxxxx
BETTER s t a r t at the BEGINNING; I was born into a normal sized family, a mom and dad, with two older siblings. Normal right? There’s my older brother Eliot. He‘s twenty eight, and then my older sister Elena. She’s twenty three now. I’m the youngest of the family at eighteen. The ‘baby boy’ as my mother calls me. My mother runs her own Christian daycare center, and my dad is a principle at a Christian private school. I’ll give you three guesses to figure out what my religion is….If you guessed Christian, your right! My family is a pretty religious family. You know the type. The type that never misses church unless it’s a family emergency. The type that know the bible almost by heart. That type. Don’t get be wrong, I don’t have anything against it, far from it really. I go to church when I can, and I know plenty of bible stories by heart. I’m just not as…hardcore I guess you could say. My older brother has rebelled completely against the whole idea of religion, whereas my sister is just like my mom and lives, breathes and eats the bible. I’m the happy medium. I believe in god, and I go to church when I can. So there we are.

As soon as I was old enough to do so, my mom was putting me in singing classes. She said I had the cutest voice when I was younger and she just couldn’t stop herself from giving me singing lessons. She even taught me herself, seeing as she sings in the church choir back in my home town. At first I didn’t really like it. Singing was just a little some something that I did, and now that I was having to go to lessons, It felt a little too much like homework. But when I was around nine or ten, I san in a church Christmas play, and It was like the whole Idea of singing hit me and I just had to sing. I loved it, and every chance I got, I would sing in the Christmas plays, in the choir in school, and just anytime I could. It was like a drug. I grew older, and I went through the change, you know, where your voice changes. At first I was terrified it would take away my ability to sing, but it only seemed to make it better. People would comment on the difference and how much better I was. I can remember my pastor at Church saying ‘You were always good Zackary, but now that your older…It makes all the difference!’ I would politely wave them off, saying that I still had stuff I needed to improve on. I was never able to take complements very well.

Anyway, my brother moved away from our little town, and left for foreign countries to explore before he settled down. My sister went off to college in California, wanting to be a Teacher. And I was left at home, having to face the brunt of my Father’s over protective nature, and my mothers babying. It was really overwhelming. Well, until I turned eighteen and got accepted into NYU. What a relief that was! I was about to go entirely insane at home with my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents…but sometimes they can be a little overwhelming. I hadn’t told my parents about applying to a school so far away, and telling them was a…process. There was the initial informing stage, when I actually told them. Then there was the coming-to-grips stage, in which I had to just leave my parents alone and let them come to terms with it. Then there was the acceptance stage, in where I had to do a bunch of groveling, reassuring, and convincing to get them to accept and allow it. When they finally did, They agreed to pay for my first batch of tuition, and apartment, but after that I was on my own. That was fine. I was confidant I could get a job somewhere, plus I’d been looking up cheep apartments during the informing stage.

So it was with a teary goodbye that I left my parents, and trekked off to the big apple. Now like any person being off on their own for the first time, I was scared shitless. My confidence on being able to survive in hardcore New York had dwindled abruptly, and I had to give myself a pep talk basically the whole way there on the plane. The first step, was getting the apartment. I had debated living in a dorm, but found that was horridly expensive. So, I started searching the adds in the paper, and, lo and behold, I found a guy who was looking for a room mate. How? I found him before I even got to New York. The internet is a wonderful thing. I had spoken to a guy, who told me he was looking for a room mate. I asked him his age, and it shocked me a little to find that he was twenty-four. I uneasily told him that I was eighteen, and he didn’t really care. Just as long as I paid half the rent and didn’t do any illegal stuff, I was welcome to live there with him. I was stoked! It was a little odd, coming up to this guys door and saying ‘Hey, I’m the mystery room mate you talked to on the phone, remember?’ But, luckily we got along really well.

During the time I was getting settled in and getting things situated with school and finding work, I met Miss. Painter. She lived in the same building as Me and Mr. Guitarist, and we hit it off and quickly became an Item. I’ve been dating her ever since I moved here, and it’s been great! Well…sort of. She’s a awesome girl, she really is. Her art is amazing and she’s supper sweet and I care about her a lot! But…Not like I’m supposed to care about someone I’m dating. I’ve actually started to take interest in…well, a guy. And not just any guy too, but My room mate! I don’t know when it started happening, but it’s just like, whenever I look at him or I’m around him or I hear him play…my stomach gets those butterflies and they don’t leave till he’s long gone out of the room! It’s a little scary. I’ve never even thought about liking guys, let alone someone who’s six years older than me…not that his age has ever bothered me before…But now I’m not sure what to do. I feel like I should break up with my girlfriend…but then what? I doubt a mature adult is going to want anything to do with some eighteen year old kid! Right?
I can't s p e a k for OTHERS, but I'm s u r e they would tell y o u I AM; I can’t really describe my personality to well. I mainly go off what other people have said. I’m a kind-hearted person. Maybe a little to kind at times. I’ve been taken advantage of before because I’ve been to nice and can’t refuse someone who needs help. Maybe it’s the Christian in me. The whole golden rule thing I guess. I can be a little bit of a space case. I’ve been known to walk into walls because I was zoned out, or just stare into space like a moron. I’m kind of klutzy. I’ll trip over the smallest of things, even air if I’m having a bad day. If you’ve got a lot of breakables, hide them where I cant get remotely close to them. I have my selfish moments, but what person doesn’t? I don’t like having to share people I’m really close to. Luckily I’ve got a tight leash on that one. I am very open-minded. While I have my own opinions, I’ll listen to yours and respect them. I don’t like it when someone bashes my opinions or calls them stupid. That’s when I get angry. I know I’m still young, but I’m not a child, I’m not a idiot who doesn’t know what’s going on.

I’m a playful person. I’ll playfully flirt with people at work, just because. It’s never serious though. I know how far I can go before it’s too far. If we were basing my intelligence off of common sense, I would be a genius. I know that sounds a little…arrogant, but It’s true. I may not be incredibly book smart, but I go by common sense. You step out onto the street during rush hour traffic, there’s a chance you’ll get hit by a car. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves when someone doesn’t use their common sense. Luckily I don’t have much of a temper. I’m more of a forgive and forget sort of guy. I don’t like to waste energy being mad over something that’s already happened. I don’t have energy to waste.

I’ll warn you now, I don’t really have personal space when it comes to friends. You can drape yourself all over me and I probably wont care. Unless I’m just in a bad mood. I like having a physical connection- Not in the perverted way you twerps- with people. I do have a little bit of a temper whenever I have to get up early and I didn’t get good sleep. Just watch out for that, and we will be fine! Lately, with school going the way it is -which is fine, I’m just worried if I’m going to be able to keep going- and my confusion on the romance front, I’ve been a little frustrated and tired and I will admit I’ll snap at people when I’m in a mood like this. Just beware…I’ll get it all figured out eventually…I hope…
GIMME m o r e of THAT;
♥ Singing
♥ Church choir
♥ Thunderstorms
♥ Kissing in the rain
♥ Disney movies -guilty pleasure-
♥ Dancing
♥ Cooking
♥ Animals, but deer especially-Shall be explained-
♥ Deep sleep
♥ Noise -keeps me from getting distracted surprisingly-
♥ Being outside
KEEP that F A R away from ME;
✖ Silence
✖ Getting sick -Bronchitis or strep throat especially-
✖ Migraines
✖ RLS -restless leg syndrome-
✖ Felling really cold
✖ Sunburn
✖ Sitting still for long periods of time
✖ Being ignored
✖ Burning my cooking
✖ Stuffy noses
MOMMY I'm s c a r e d;
• Losing my voice
• Being kicked out of My university
• Dolls
• Dissapointing people
• Falling asleep and never waking up


xxthere's gotta be M O R Exxxx
GIVE me the m o n e y; Well, I’m working a couple different Jobs. I’ve got to pay for college you know! One Job is a waiter/cook in this little desert place. Another is a bartender at this really popular club called ‘Dr. Zenith’. Yeah, strange name, I know. And my last job is a Singing coach assistant. I kinda like all three jobs, but I’m exhausted when I get home…
OH those b e a u t y marks; I've only got one tattoo, and it's the only one I'll ever get, cause it hurt like hell. I got this tribal design up my spine.
YOU'VE got some h o l e s in ya; Nah, no peircings.
HOW could I f o r g e t; i've got a tendancy to overwork myself without realizing it. With three jobs plus college courses, I've got a full work load. I don't really realize how tired I am till I collapse


xxwe're not playing G A M E Sxxxx
YOU should probably k n o w THAT I am r e a l l y; mr. singer
MY c u r r e n t fling; miss. painter
THIS c r u s h AIN'T goin' a w a y; mr. guitarist...but Shhh!
AREN’T these c o l o r s beautiful on ME; #0b6999 & Indianred

xxxxbehind the S C E N E Sxx
PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[Something Very Sexual]

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters."

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[Something Very Sexual]

We‘ll write a Song, that turns out the lights.
Wrinkly ladies call me:
Christina Sarah Knowles
The fellas call me:
Sarah! please, I hate my name! But you can call me Christi or Tina if you have to...
It's A Girl!:
September 13th, 1990
Blow out the candles!:
Seventeen years old Bish!
Lights, Camara, Action:
Why, Miss Social Butterfly of course!
He loves me, He loves me not. :
Um…well, uh…It‘s that guy, Mister Animated Trouble
It's Story Time!
Don't judge a book by it's cover.:
I’ll tell you right now, I’m very talkative. If I find something interesting, I’ll ramble on and on about it if you let me. I don’t really know why I do it, but I just do. It certainly makes breaking the ice easy, though I’ve got to be careful not to over talk people. My mouth get’s me in trouble sometimes though, just because I can’t get it to turn off. I’ve defiantly ruined a couple surprise parties in my day. But I’m really a sweet girl, according to my mom. I don’t gossip about people, just because it’s mean and stupid, and I’ve been gossiped about. I’m pretty confidant in the stuff I do. I’ve never been one to get down on myself and say that I’m bad at something when I’m not. I’m not arrogant about it, but I just don’t put myself down. I make friends very easily, mostly because I’m so open. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I’m very easy to get along with. I’m a very spunky person, and very hyperactive. I do admit that I’m very stubborn. But I get that from my mom. She raised me to be strong and not let myself be pushed around…course I don’t think she was wanting me to be stubborn when it came to doing chores and letting me stay out late…but I don’t let myself be bullied into doing something by friends. Peer pressure has never been a problem for me. I don’t have that much of a temper, unless someone upsets my little sister or mom, then you better wear body armor and get the CIA to put you into protective custody. No one messes with my family without dealing with me.
The cover has a water stain :
I was born to a single mother in this little town in Idaho. Apparently I was the result of a one night stand and daddy wasn’t looking for a wife and kid. My mom was only a waitress at the time, and she thought it had been love at first sight with this guy, and let him do whatever he wanted with her. But when she woke up and found herself alone, she quickly realized that ‘love at first sight’ didn’t exist. And, two weeks later, when she missed her period, she quickly found out that she was pregnant. Whoops! She tried to find the guy she slept with and tried to tell him when she did, but when he told her that he wanted noting to do with her or me. So yeah, nine months later I was brought into the world. I can tell you, my mom almost gave me up for adoption, till my grandparents said that they would help. So, for the first seven years of my life, that’s how it went. It was just me and my mom and my grandparents. While they helped out every once in a while, they weren’t there nearly as much as they had promised.

Then, my mom met him. Henry. He came in like a ‘knight in shinning armor’ as I put it, and swept her off her feet so fast that her heads still spinning. He was a manager at this high end restaurant and met her by accident on the street, after some taxi splashed water on my mom. Yeah, seems like a nice guy right? Well I don’t like him. I didn’t like him when I was little either. Whenever he would come over while they were dating, he would try and win me over, and I would constantly shy away from him. They dated for nearly four years. Mom wasn’t going to risk another one night stand, figuratively. Shortly after they got married, about three months or so, mom was pregnant again with my baby sister, Isabella. It was strange for me. I had never really had to look out for anyone before. So when my sister was born, and my mom would ask me to help out, I was at a complete loss for what to do. But while I grew more and more used to her, it was as if any maternal instincts I had kicked in all at once. It was certainly amusing for my mom, to see her eleven year old daughter so protective over her baby sister. But I was attached to that baby like superglue. I would feed her, bathe her and go to her whenever she woke up in the middle of the night. I certainly gave my parents more of a break than normal kids my age.

As Isabella and I grew the bond between us only got stronger. She would follow me around like a little duckling and I became a second ‘momma’ to her. That was when she was in the terrible twos and threes. I was in my first years of junior-high and was finally making real friends. Unfortunately I had problems making friends when I was younger…But now I had my own friends and I actually wanted to get out of the house. That was when I went through the stage of thinking my little sister was annoying and would snap at her if she annoyed me. Mom was shocked at the change, and I was to, if we’re being truthful. I think she understood why It was happening, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it any less. So, that period of my life was filled with many groundings and scolding’s, needless to say. But we got through it, how I’m not sure. That was a difficult time for mom and Henry to. He had opened a chain of restaurants, and more and more money was starting to come in now.

He started to show his true colors then. He was closed minded towards my friends, saying that they weren’t good enough to be seen with me, and He was very aggressive towards me, whenever I would snap at Isabella or when mom would have to ground me. He had no problems yelling at me. While it didn’t surprise me one bit, as I had a feeling this was what would happen, it shocked my mom. She told him, that if he wanted to be her husband, he wasn’t allowed to scream at me like that. It took a little bit, but It eventually sunk in. He doesn’t yell at me anymore, but he does go all disapproving whenever I have friends over that don’t have much money, or they are on the punkish side of things. I ignore him for the most part, but I do get pissed when he starts putting down my friends. They may not be loaded like he is -notice I don’t group myself in with him- but they’re way better people than he is. I’ve told him that on several occasions and it’s gotten me grounded. I don’t say it now, not in so many words at least, but I still hold that opinion.

As soon as High-school started, that’s when things really changed. I went from being unpopular as a kid, to just there when I was in Junior high, and as soon as I got into high-school, it was as if everything hit all at once. I filled out and all of a sudden people wanted to be my new best friend. I made friends easily and quickly, with pretty much everyone. I’ve never really fit in with one particular group. I like things that could label me as a geek, or a jock, but apparently I’ve got looks and clothes that set me up with the cheerleaders and popular chicks. So I’m pretty much all over the radar here. I talk to everyone, so I’m friends with everyone. I’m nice to everyone so their nice to me in return. And some of the popular chicks wonder why people hate them. I keep the comment of ‘well, you sort of act like a b***h to everyone’ to myself. After all, that wouldn’t be very nice would it? Luckily my big mouth hasn’t made me really enemies with anyone. Though, I’m not everyone’s confidante, if you catch my drift? Jessica doesn’t want her secret about stuffing her bra to be all over the school does she? That was purely made up by the way, Jessica doesn’t stuff her bra.

Boys have been a constant thing in my life, but mostly because I’m friends with a bunch of guys. Unfortunately Henry scares off most potential dates with his ‘You got a good job son?!’ speech. Of course they don’t! Most guys in high school work in fast food restaurants and dominos! Oops, I’m rambling again, sorry. Anyway, I’ve never really found anyone that’s given me the ‘oh my gosh I’m gonna die if they don’t go out with me’ feeling. Well, apart from Levi, in seventh grade, but that doesn’t count. I was young and stupid then. I’ve mentioned it to mom and she says the classic thing, about how I shouldn’t worry about dating anyone right now and focus on my school work. That there is plenty of time to date all the guys I want. Well, I want to date one now. I’ve seen him in the hallways, and I swear, he’s got this little magic spell that makes me trip over my feet and fall into lockers. He’s just so…So…him! I don’t know how to explain it, but he makes me go speechless. Yeah! Isn’t that a riot? The one time when I can’t say anything, is when he’s around. I completely lose my voice and when I find it again, It’s all squeaky and I stutter. It’s amazing and yet horribly embarrassing at the same time. He’s got to think I’m some moron or something. I know I would if I was him! Now that we’re in this Community service class together, I’m having mixed feelings about it. I’m loving it, because it means that I’ll get to see him more. But I’m dreading it at the same time, ‘cause I just know that I’m going to make an a** out of myself, and humiliate myself with my tripping and stuttering…

Better than a soap opera:
-Thunderstorms -This is just a special thing between me and my Mom-
-Dancing. I get to let loose
-Scrap-booking. I’ve got so many pictures that I’ve got to put them somewhere
-Swimming
-Kids. I guess it’s a maternal thing
-Disney Movies. It’s a guilty pleasure
-My Three parakeets, Elvis, Gabriel and Bob
-My little sister. She’s a brat sometimes, but I’m like her second mom
-Mind Chocolate Chip Ice-cream, mixed with daiquiri-ice sorbet. I know it doesn’t sound all that great, but I love it. It’s a weakness.
-Taking pictures, I’ve got to have something to remember all the great times I’ve had, and as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.
Worse than a musical with horrible singers:
-Getting sick, It’s just…blech
-Cats, only because my neighbors tried to eat my birds!
-Pushy Guys. I swear, I just want to punch them in the nose!
-Feeling like I’m in the way.
- Being rushed in the morning. My mom knows why. I am not a happy camper in the morning.
-Getting my hopes up. It’s just a bad feeling when it doesn’t happen.
-Bees. I haven’t been stung yet, and some of my family members are allergic…
-Know-it-alls. Their just annoying…
-My klutzy moments. I don’t have them very often (apart from just recently) and I feel like an idiot when I trip over air…
-Being startled. I get enough of that from my little sister.

I am Woman, hear me roar!
Reflections:
Hazel with green flecks!
Like my wig?:
Dirty blond
Ha! I have stilts:
Big things come in small packages. I‘m only five foot three.
Spongebob SquarePants Band-Aids
No peircings, other than my ears. No tattoos…yet…I’ve got a couple scars from falling down the stairs at home and accidentally burning my right shoulder blade. (loooong story) No birthmarks!
My Boyfriend is music:
O.A.R, Hawk Nelson, Sugarcult, Michelle Branch, Life house, We The Kings, Paramore, Brad Paisley, The Spill Canvas, Lonestar, The Used, Social Code, American Hifi, Keith Anderson. I'm all over the place! But the song that’s stuck in my head right now, is Carrie Underwood - All-American Girl
Luke, I am your father!:
xX PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL Xx

[Something Very Sexual]

singingZackary Levi Knowelssinging

My code name is mister singer

I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation, For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out, Maybe there's a way out

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And now I'm itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze
I need to step outside, Just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out, Maybe theres a way out

Zack is currently feeling a little »:Scatter-brained:« and really »:Rushed:«

[Something Very Sexual]

✖loveloveChristina Sarah Knowleslovelove✖

my code name is MiiSS SOCiiAL BUTTERFLY

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[Something Very Sexual]

"The Innocent Bystander"

I’m not a wannabe, I’m who I wanna be.
And I intend to be, how you created me…


••• name » Zackary Levi Knowles
••• nickname » Zack, Zacki, Levi
••• age & birthday » 20, November 13th
••• gender » Male, I’m sure
••• sexuality » Homosexual


••• height » 5’6”
••• weight » 135 pounds
••• hair color » Dark brown with natural honey streaks
••• eye color » Light gray
••• tattoos » I’ve got the number ‘13’ printed on the inside of my wrist in gothic lettering. It’s my lucky number.
••• piercings » None

••• favorite song » Take me - Hawk Nelson
••• favorite color » #006699
••• Random » »» I’ll start with my family. I’ve got a small family, just my parents and by baby brother. Yeah, it’s not very impressive, but, what can I do? My baby brother is eight years old and he’s a little ankle biter from what I’ve heard. Get’s into trouble all the time. But I’ve lived the majority of my life so far in this little town in Utah. Like I said, not very impressive.
»» I’m fairly protective of my loved ones. I develop close bonds with people pretty easily, and It just comes naturally to me to get protective. Whenever they get hurt, I like to be there for them. And If I can, I’ll go a personally teach whoever hurt them a lesson. I may not get into a physical fight, but I will chew them out so much that they’ll wish they had crawled under a rock and died.
»» I grew up basically physically attached to my mom. She and I were very close, and I would easily pass up a chance to play outside with my friends if my mom wanted me to keep her company. Of course that got me labeled as the momma boy growing up, but I’ve never really listened to people who call others names. If that’s the best they can do, then they have some issues.
»» I think I was around…nine or ten when I first started getting interested in music. Mom had put me in piano lessons when I was eight, and back then it was more like homework than a hobby. Luckily as I grew a little older I started to like it more and more.
»» I was eleven when dad bought me my first guitar, a gorgeous acoustic. It was a little strange. I had no idea what to do with it, I just sort of stared at it while I gaped like a fish. Dad told me he would teach me -he used to play both acoustic and electric in college- and that was the beginning of my guitar lessons. That became my primary instrument while piano was more of my fall back.
»» In high school, I started dating. Normal right? Right. I dated this girl in my history class and we went out for three weeks before she ended it, saying that I wasn’t manly enough. Ouch right? Talk about a blow to the self esteem. After than It was a series of trials and misses, extra on the misses. I would find a girl I liked, and she would end it. Eventually it got to the point where I would be able to guess when they were going to break up with me and I would end it before that. Needless to say I didn’t have much luck with girls.
»» In-between that and the next faze of my life, I was developing my musical talents. I had started to jot down little notes and phrases and I was then coming up with little songs. Of course they were crappy I’ll admit. But I don’t really think anyone starting to write songs does spectacular at the beginning. But It was at a talent show where I played and sang one of my better songs, that made me realize what I wanted to do, which was make and play music.
»» Random fact. Shortly after I moved to New York, I bought a few small animals. Three parakeets named Elvis, Gabriel and Bob and a husky named turtle. Yeah it’s a retarded name, but I think it fits. He’s a big baby I swear. But I love animals. Plus since I don't have a room mate they keep me company
»» Shortly after that, things got complicated. When dating girls wasn’t working out, a friend of mine jokingly said that I should bat for the other team. At the time I had laughed it off and took it as a joke, but the following weeks seemed to prove his words right. I started noticing how attractive some guys were, noticing things that gave me ‘the thoughts’ as I put it, and It freaked me out, to be truthful. I confessed to my parents first thing, and they were worried about it as well. Now, neither of my parents are homophobic, but knowing that their son was having a crisis with his sexuality had them worried.
»» For a long time I lived in denial. I couldn’t come to terms with it and I didn’t start to accept for a good year or so. I had been sort of hoping that It would go away and I would start liking girls again. When it didn’t I forced myself to accept it. That was when I got asked out by this really cute guy at a pre-graduation party. For about two weeks I made him chase me, though not intentionally, I was trying to get myself to work up the nerve to say yes. When I finally did, we went out for a good few months, before it had to end because he was going off to study abroad.
»» I’m a very stubborn and kinda random. I swear I’ll do things you wouldn’t expect of me. You wouldn’t expect someone who is more of a lover to have a temper like I do. It’ll show up at the most random of times, it astounds me really. I don’t do things I don’t like to do, not unless it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t let others push me around for sure. I may look a little weak, but that’s only physically. Yeah, I don’t have a lot of strength.
»» I enrolled into the local two year college and I went to school there before deciding to transfer to a college in New York. I decided it after I graduated from the two year college and got my associates degree. I wanted to continue to study music and I didn’t think I was going to be able to continue if I stayed in Utah.
»» I dated here and there while I was in the two year college, but I didn’t really stay with those guys for very long. They either didn’t mesh well with me, or we just were more like friends than lovers. That’s how it normally went.
»» So now I’ve moved to New York and I live in a loft apartment close to the college I go to, and I‘ve been here for a year now. I’ll play a couple gigs every once in a while when I need some extra cash, but little job as a barista in star bucks pays rent and utilities pretty well. I’m going to apply for a job in the bank soon. We’ll see how that goes.

••• the sick creation of » PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[Something Very Sexual]

Zackary Levi Knowles

my code name is MiiSTER iiNOCENT BYSTANDER

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Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain...
We're awakening...

[Something Very Sexual]

••Tyler•Chase•Knowles••
PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL
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•General•

Nick Name-- [Ty, Ty-bear (but only my mother calls me that...)]
Age-- [Sixteen]
Eye Color-- [Hmm...Turquoise I guess. Brown with blue mixed in.]
Hair Color-- [Dark, dark brown, nearly black]
Height-- [Five foot five]
Weight-- [One hundred and twenty-five pounds]
Shoe Size-- [Er...I anywhere from a nine to a ten.]

•Basics•

Biography-- [At least two paragraphs.]
Personality-- [At least two paragraphs.]

•Family•

Father-- Name first & Last [middle optional] -- [Image Link optional] -- [age Optional]
Mother-- Name first & Last [middle optional] -- [Image Link optional] -- [age Optional]
Brothers and Sisters-- [[If more then one bullet from please]] Name first & Last [middle optional] -- [Image Link optional] -- [age Optional]
Extra-- [any extra family members that live with you.] Name first & Last [middle optional] -- [Image Link optional] -- [age Optional]

•Extra Information•

Likes--
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Dislikes--
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Other-- [anything i missed, anything you would like people to know or anything interesting.]

[Something Very Sexual]

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Tyler Chase Deveraux
Ty, Devin
Optimistic || Pianist || Photographer || Playful


I’m not going to start with the ‘I was born on’, because I can’t remember any of that, like any normal person. And I’m not all that interested in really finding out. All I really know was that it was a sad day because of my mothers death. It’s a little depressing to think that the anniversary of my birth is the same day as the death of my mother. That was seventeen years ago, and I don’t like to think about that. So, I was raised in a small middle of nowhere town in Texas, with my older brother Caleb. Dad was doing a pretty good job, even if it was really difficult at first. After all, it’s hard raising an infant as well as a seven year old on your own. Eventually he had to call on the help of his brother and his family. They were more than willing to help. Everything was fine. The arrangement was that my uncle and aunt would let us stay at their house while dad worked, and then dad would pick us up afterwards. Then dad started throwing himself into his work and Caleb started avoiding me. It got pretty lonely for a while. Once I made it into elementary school I was able to get some friends, and it wasn’t so bad then.

Life’s never been that bad for me, It could certainly be worse. I’ve never been one to try and dwell on all those unhappy thoughts, much preferring to just go about life looking at the glass as if it was half full. Mom wouldn’t want me to be depressed like my older brother was. What’s with the past tense? Well, Caleb’s dead now. He’s the whole reason I volunteered for the hotline. You see, he over dosed on heroin a little after he turned fifteen. I guess things weren’t going well for him. I never knew, Caleb avoided me like the plague and whenever he was forced to be around me, he was always tense and frustrated. Dad could never understand it, and he never noticed when his oldest son started to spiral down into his depression. So when he died, it came as a shock to everyone. I only wished he’d tried to tell us. But he never did, he hid his depression away from us.

I refused to morn his death like my dad, who’s still in mourning it seems. I grieved like the rest of my relatives, but I moved on. I know it sounds cold, but I know mom wouldn’t want me to become all depressed like Caleb. I just wish I could get that through to dad. By then I was in junior high, and things were progressing smoothly. I had good grades, I was athletic (to a point, I’m certainly not a jock…) and I made friends easily. As to be expected there was peer pressure to do the whole smoking/drinking/drug use. That always pissed me off, personally. If your going to do drugs, that’s fine. But don’t you dare bring an innocent bystander into it. And that’s what I would tell them. Course that would get me into fist fights and in detention a lot, but I was determined to get my point across to these guys. I knew that If I could really talk to them, they’d change. You always have a second chance, if you really want it.

I graduated from junior high and immediately went into high school. Now that was a whole different ballgame all together. These people were like an alien species to me. I was immediately dropped off the radar in my freshmen year and dubbed ‘just there’ by all those who considered themselves king and queens of the school. That change pretty quickly. My good grades got me on the honor role and my athleticism in the swimming pool ranked me up there with the jocks. My personality won over a bunch of friends, though only a few really close ones. All of this happened during my first two years of high school. I’m in my junior year now and I’ve volunteered to be apart of the new hotline. I have to say it was a great idea on the schools part, I just wonder how many people will use it.

Since I’ve been in high school, my personality hasn’t really changed. Sure, I’ve become a little tougher and more competitive (though that’s probably stupid hormones…), but my optimism hasn’t changed. I still think people deserve second chances. Everyone’s got the potential to better themselves, they just have to want to. The right motivational force and people can change. Maybe that’s a little naive on my part, but oh well. I refuse to let others get me down by verbally bashing me or the things I like. I personally could care less what others think of me…for the most part. Every person has their self-conscious moments, and I’m certainly no exception to that. Mine’s usually happens whenever I stumble over my words because I’m talking to fast. I’ve got to slow down and try again and it’s just embarrassing. I’m fairly relaxed and a calm person. I’ve got my teasing and playful moments, for sure. I can’t be serious all the time you know! All work and no play makes Tyler a dull boy!

I’ve certainly got a temper, but it really only flares when I get frustrated with something. Believe me, it’s not pretty and you don’t want to be on the receiving end. I hate it when people think that they cant stop a bad habit. It’s a defeated attitude that really sets me off. I will slap you if you say ‘I can’t do it’ because you can. You’re just being a big coward. If you can’t tell I’m big on pep talks. People who don’t use their common sense pisses me off to no end and it’s a huge pet peeve. It’s very simple people, if you walk across the street during heavy traffic, its possible that your going to get hit by a car.

I’m planning on going into photography once I graduate college, maybe get myself on a swim team or something while I’m at it. But photography is a big passion of mine. I always take pictures whenever I have the opportunity and it can be of anything, whatever catches my eye at the moment, be it people, animals of landscapes. Doesn’t matter to me, everything’s got it’s own beauty in it.

[Something Very Sexual]

Soccer Player || Little Brother || Sarcastic Third Wheel

"Whatever gave you the impression I was being sarcastic?"

“Tyler! Are you listening!?”

“Mhmm, yeah mom…” Mumbled the teenage boy, currently getting his mothers car filthy with mud and dirt. He was only half listening to her though, his ear buds set firmly in his ears, still softly playing.

“Honestly child. Do you always have to go sliding through the mud like some pig? Don’t you know how hard it is to get mud out of a grey uniform?”

Tyler sighed. Of course. That was normally the subject of these little arguments between his mother and himself. It seemed that he came home from nearly every soccer game caked in mud. Now sure it didn’t bother him, personally he loved it. Slide tackling a soccer ball through the mud just showed his devotion to get the ball away from the other team. Not to mention he had no problem getting down and dirty in the games. Of course his mother didn’t see things his way. She was more worried about keeping him and his uniform presentable, and that was hard to do with grass stains and mud streaks all over it. Personally he was a little worried that she wasn’t more concerned over the fact that he’d stepped wrong on his ankle, yet again. It wasn’t sprained or twisted again, thank goodness, but shouldn’t a mother be worrying over her sons physical health rather than his uniform, which would be changed at the end of the season anyway? “I had to get the ball some how. I wouldn’t have made it just running, so, sliding seemed like the best option. I’m sorry my priorities weren’t in order.” He muttered, glancing up from his I-pod when they turned the corner. Finally…He could almost see their house from there. “I wonder if Josh and Zeke are there yet…” His mother gave a defeated sigh and slowed down before turning into their driveway.

Tyler was already getting out of the car before it was even turned off. He needed to get showered and changed before they left. He, his older brother Joshua, and Joshua’s best friend Zeke were going on a camping trip. Originally it was going to be just Joshua and Zeke, but when Tyler had found out about the little excursion, he’d asked his brother if he could go. And, being the normal big brother that Josh was, he flat out refused. It was only natural. Josh was nearly twenty years old, and here he was, a mere sixteen. Most brothers didn’t get along well and they were not much of an exception. They got along when they were around each other for short amounts of time. Anything longer than a couple hours and they were arguing. Their mother said it was because they had so much in common and both would scoff at the idea. So, after relentless asking and pestering, his mother had finally gotten sick of it and told Josh that he was going to let him come along, and that ‘he shouldn’t neglect his little brother’. Reluctantly, Joshua agreed. And they hadn’t spoke much about it sense.

Tyler waited impatiently for his mother at the back door. If his brother was already there, and they had to wait for him to get cleaned up, he’d never hear the end of it. His mother didn’t seem to care about that though as she took her sweet time getting to the door and unlocking it for him. He was inside, wrestling to get his cleats off so he wouldn’t track mud through the house. He didn’t want to have to listen to his mother nagging him about how he got mud all over her carpet and dents in the hard wood kitchen floor. So he sped through the house and up the stairs, nearly tripping over the corner of the coffee table on the way. Skidding into his room, he immediately started shedding his clothes. He had to make this shower quick, or else Joshua was likely to leave him behind. So, after struggling with his shin guards, he managed to get into the shower and wash off all the mud and dirt that had been caked to his legs, and even the small clumps of mud that had been kicked up into his hair. Ten minutes later he was getting out and drying himself off, rummaging through his closet for his favorite pair of jeans. Yanking on his underwear and the jeans once he found them, he nearly slipped on one of the many articles of clothing laying strewn about his closet floor, and he had to quickly catch himself on the doorframe.

“Damn it…I need to clean this place up some…” He muttered, pulling on a random shirt with the words ‘Look! Air!’ emblazoned across the front in blue. Walking out of the closet with a pair of socks and his ratty old tennis shoes in hand, he flopped down on his bed and pulled them on. Just as he was lacing them up, he heard the tale tell rumble of his brothers car coming up the street. “Tyler! Joshua’s here!” “I know!” He called back quickly finishing with his shoes and gathering up the two bags he would need plus his pillow and sleeping bag. The plan had been that Joshua would pack up his stuff, go get Zeke and his stuff and then come back for him. The logic was that Zeke had some of the camping stuff, and Tyler would only have the necessities, so his stuff could go in last. Didn’t matter to him, just as long as he had enough room to maneuver in the car. If he didn’t he was going to end up making Joshua, and possibly Zeke, want to kill him. But that’s what my I-pod’s for, He thought as he came down stairs, duffle bag in one hand and backpack in the other and pillow and sleeping bag under each arm. He dropped them in the living room and sighed at the sight of his mother packing another backpack with medical supplies.

“Mom…you do realize the camping gear has a medical box in it right?” He asked, leaning against the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder before going back to her own packing, stuffing a large roll of gauze into the bag. “Yes, yes, yes, I know, but all of that stuff is so old, it might not work very well if you have to use it.” She was working herself up, he could tell. She always did this whenever one of her boys went on a trip, be it with each other, a friend or on a soccer tournament. He laughed. “Mom, what do you think’s gonna happen? We’re going to fall of a cliff into a bears den or something? Everything will be fine, I’ll make sure Joshua doesn’t hurt himself.” She actually laughed a little at that “Try not to fight with him, alright? He’s letting you come on this camping trip with him, so try to make the best of it.”She gave him that stern look she always gave him whenever he and Joshua went anywhere together. They were like typical brothers. They argued, got on each others nerves, and generally bugged each other. This camping trip would be no different and his mom knew that, and it would probably be a little worse due to the fact that, originally, this had been a trip just between Joshua and Zeke. But Tyler hadn’t been camping in a while and when he heard they were going, he immediately asked if he could go. Mom had put her foot down when Joshua said no, and here they were, going camping together. Tyler sighed. “Yeah, I’ll try not to…” He muttered. His mom rolled her eyes and went back to trying to pack an ambulance into the backpack.

[Something Very Sexual]

「 nikolai avery skylark devereaux 」

X || X || X || X || X || X || X

→Niko, Avery, Sky, Skylar, whatever you can come up with.
→Hey, I‘m not jailbait anymore at 21
→September 26th
→Last I checked, I was one of those darn males.
→Hm, well I like knights in tin-foil so that makes me Homosexual
→Ya’know that slutty artist guy who hangs out at the coffee shop? Yeah, he‘s sexy.
→The Cute Waiter

Nikolai is a spunky naïve sarcastic gentle sometimes selfish and really stubborn cutie.
Nikolai was born in Covington, Louisiana.
Nikolai has two siblings.
Nikolai loves music he can dance to, Remy, keeping busy.
Nikolai can't stand Pushy people who don’t take no for an answer, getting sick, being ignored.
Nikolai fears Losing his eyesight, dolls, forgetting everything.
Nikolai dances to All the same - Sick Puppies.

Alright, so you want a little background info from me? I’m not that interesting really. I was the first born in my little family of eleven (that’s counting the three birds, a cat and two dogs that my family owns). I’ve got two younger siblings, a set of identical twins by the name of Zackary-Charles and Christina-Isabella. My mom likes her kids to have two first names, go figure. Luckily she figured that out after she named me. Anyway, we were born in Covington Louisiana. So yeah, I’ve got a slight southern drawl. It’s not so noticeable now though, sadly enough. Covington is a pretty nice city, not as big as New Orleans but still a good size city. What about the hurricane? Well luckily Covington is far enough away that it wasn’t anywhere near as damaged as New Orleans when Katrina hit, but it got some serious wind damage. Thankfully none of my family was there when it hit. I was already moved out of the house, and the rest of my family was on vacation somewhere in England. Needless to say they were a little surprised to come home and find some random a** couch tossed into their living room and a broken bay front window.

I’m pretty close to my family, my little brother and sister mostly. That comes from helping take care of them while they were still babies. I swear, I was very protective of them when they were little, and I still am. It’s a little difficult to be protective when their several hundred miles away, but I manage somehow. Their twelve years old now, and I get a call from them every once in a while. I don’t keep up much contact with my parents, dad especially. He doesn’t like the whole idea of me being in the weird relationship that I’m in with my boyfriend, and mom thinks I’ve abandoned the family because I don’t call every two weeks like she wants. Oh well…Luckily enough they aren’t homophobic, thank god. Of course they’ve had a while to adjust, I figured out I preferred guys to chicks when I was like, fifteen. I’ve told my parents on one random occasion after I got settled with my boyfriend what the arrangement was, and neither of them were happy about it. Dad wanted to come up and have a ‘chat’ with Remy and mom wanted me to dump him. I quickly shot down those ideas. So now, every time my siblings call, they always ask if the situation’s changed. I tell them the same thing. That it’s probably not going to change anytime soon.

I’m in my junior year in University now, studying various musical fields. I’m still not entirely sure what I want to do. I’ve been able to play the piano since I was nine, and I love playing it, but I’m not sure If I want to teach music class or something else. In the mean time I’ve taken up photography and It’s loads of fun, especially when I can catch my friends and Remy off guard and snap pictures of them. They of course get me back in various ways, but the cycle is never ending. It’s a little disturbing to me that I don’t know what I want to do with my life, and it’s a constant topic of stress for me. So I keep myself busy. Between working at the café, taking classes as well as assisting my piano teacher with other students, I’ve got a full schedule and it’s nice, I must say. I’m not the type of person that should be bored. I get hyper, giggly and have very strange ideas and moods when I’m bored. Luckily I’m kept preoccupied for the most part. Working at the café does that easily. I’m always moving, always able to talk with other people and It keeps my mind on the task at hand, which is normally serving drinks.

I’ve got some pretty close relationships with the people that hang around the café, and some with people I really can‘t stand. 'Resa, my boyfriends older sister is the manager and I’ve known her for a while, through work and Remy. She’s pretty much family, and her and I get along easily. I just avoid her when I’m in my more hyper moods, just because she’s likely to tell me to shut up and make me sit in the corner with duck tape over my mouth. I talk to the regulars as well, like the quiet actor that comes in and talks with me on my breaks. Nice guy, just quieter than I’m used to. There are also people who I don’t like that I work with, like Miss runaway waitress. Why you ask? Because she can’t seem to grasp the concept that Remy is mine. She is the only one who can make me that possessive over him. Sure when some random person hits on him I get that possessive feeling but I hardly ever act on it. She grinds on my last nerve and I would love to tell her to back off, but I don’t because of Resa who doesn’t mind the girl and doesn’t like her employees to fight. This other girl, this model chick that’s a regular around the café is another person I really don’t like. She’s highly disrespectful towards most of the people there, but Resa especially. I don’t do anything because Resa can take care of herself but she bugs me.

What’s this about an odd relationship you might ask? Alright, I’ll break it down for you. I’ve got a boyfriend and he and I have been ‘together’ for a while now. Sounds simple enough right? Not so much. Our relationship is an open one, in other words, we have the opportunity to flirt with and sleep with other people. We have rules that we have to follow, like no kissing on the lips, only one night stands, no sleeping with anyone other than me more than once and so on. Remy’s the one who gets the most out of this situation. I’ll stick to just flirting. I’ve never been able to even think about sleeping with someone else without feeling guilty about it. But we’ve had this arrangement for so long that It’s getting old, and I can’t talk to Remy about it, because he’ll just change the subject and put me off. He’s not into commitment, and nothing I say gets through to him. Even when his sister brings it up he doesn’t listen. Some of you say break it off, but it really isn’t an option. I like Remy to much. I just hope he’ll eventually commit and things will change.

PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[Something Very Sexual]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnikolaiaverydevereaux
Me? Sarcastic? Of course not! I‘m far to ditzy to grasp the subtleties of mokery!

» but it`s Niko or Avery to you.

» i`ve been wanderin` this earth for sixteen years.

» and it`ll be one more on September 26th.

» i see dangly bits when i look down my pants.

» and it`s the ones who have to tell their pants it‘s not nice to point that catch my eye.

» don`t mess with me, i`m the ******** Gay Druggie.

» but in reality, PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL pulls my strings.

[Something Very Sexual]

Nikolai Avery Skylark Devereaux
Mr. Cute Waiter is in the building

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I don't mind where you come from,
As long as you come to me...
But I don't like illusions I can't see,
Them clearly...

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I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you...
You've shown me eventually what you'll do.
I don't mind. I don't care.
as long as you're here...

[Something Very Sexual]

✖loveloveChristina Sarah Knowleslovelove✖

my code name is MiiSS SOCiiAL BUTTERFLY

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