Tumblology {Xerxes}

[BENNY MOORE]

benny hated the third lunch wave. it never included any of his friends, and usually he was left alone just to brood about things and look awkward. Sure, he had tried sitting with other people before, but usually they just kept talking to each other and looked at him weirdly when he tried to interject. It never, EVER turned out well.

So there he was, barely eating his food and checking his tumblr from his iPhone. Sure, it was lonely, and sure it was awkward, but it beat just sitting there like a major freak and waiting for the clock to tick down the seconds.

Tumblr was the way that he could socialize with other people without actually....socializing. Okay, well, that didn't actually make much sense, but the point was that he thought it was great. He actually could get his thoughts out there instead of keeping them all bottled up. It was surprisingly helpful to just post what was on his mind and insert antecedent-less pronouns to keep other people in the dark. That way he kept himself protected, but his secrets were still out there. It was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned.

Of course, it tended to turn out that his tumblr was for the most part, tragically sad. Some might even call it depressing. he didn't really mind, of course, but the onslaught of "anonymous" posts telling him how 'awesome' he was and how he ought to 'buck up' were often more annoying than they were helpful or insightful. Was he seriously supposed to take advice on his love life from someone who didn't even bother to use their name and typed like they were having a seizure on the keyboard?

He snorted in disgust at some cutesy little picture proclaiming that he should "REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU SOMETIMES CRY FOR NO REASON!" What, did people seriously do that? Did they honestly have no good reasons to cry so they just did it at random to get rid of the tears? He would HAPPILY trade places with them for a chance of that kind of happiness.

Holy shit... he was acting INCREDIBLY sad. Was he always this pathetic at lunch?

Words//369
Tags//Xerxes
Outfit// It be here
Notes//xD He's so out of character and sad that even HE noticed it!

[XERXES HARRISBURG]

Xerxes limped into the cafeteria after…well, no. He didn’t even want to think about that entire thing. Let’s just say that it had involved a door, his brand new spiked belt thing that had been totally amazing until it had drawn blood, and a few like, screaming girls. Yep. Like, didn’t he have a fantastic life? Seriously.

He got to the lunch line, finally, after like, seventeen hours of getting across the eighty mile long cafeteria to the, like, lunch line thing. Xerxes didn’t usually eat a lot, because he almost always ended up bursting his jeans, but you know, he was a dude and all. And when it was Nachos Grande day, a guy had to eat. Like, food made you fat and stuff, but seriously? You couldn’t just not eat Nachos Grande. Which would probably explain why every male inhabitant of New York City was currently in front of him in the lunch line. Which was just, like, fantastic. Because, you know, waiting in line was totally great and everything.

Xerxes pulled out his phone and scrolled through his Tumblr, giggling all girlishly at the first .gif he saw. It was from Alex Day, who was definitely like, without a doubt the best Youtuber. Like, okay, you couldn’t even get Xerxes started about Alex Day. He was like, so funny, especially with his videos about like, blow jobs. Oh, and that one about the sex doll was absolutely like, amazing too. Oh, and his hair was like, totally amazing. Like, Xerxes wanted his hair dye. Because that shit was totally fucking rad.

Xerxes took his tray from the, like, lunch lady person, moving down the line as he scrolled through the browser, when something caught his eye.

These secrets are the walls that keep us alone…

Xerxes grimaced. Oh God, not this dude again.

[/i]Seriously, every single freaking second there was a new post from this guy about how much his life sucked. Xerxes had stopped reblogging his stuff like, a million years ago, after he’d finally started getting tired of bazillions of messages in his inbox about like “reblogging shit you couldn’t possibly understand.” Right. Because Xerxes didn’t know anything about secrets. And not being loved. And dark shit.

Flipping to one of his favorite naked girl blogs, Xerxes sidled through the cafeteria, searching for an empty seat. He found one in like, the corner, where all the druggie rapist pedophiles usually hung out, but there must have been a druggie festival in the Bronx or something today, because it was completely empty, save for one weird-looking kid with glasses and like, the most boring hair he’d ever seen. Xerxes hurried over, sliding into the seat. “Yo dude,” he said quickly, clearing his throat and beginning to, like, inhale his Nachos Grande. “Uh, I don’t wanna, you know, like, be rude or anything. But uh, if you ever, you know, want to have it look totally rad, just like, give me thirty seconds with like, some scissors, hairspray, and like, dye. And I can make it look amazing. I mean, not that it’s not amazing already! I mean, for all I know, you’re a total ladies-“

Wait a sec. No, seriously, wait. Something was seriously wrong with this picture. Wait, okay, hold on. Okay. This kid definitely wasn’t in any of his classes. And he definitely didn’t shop at the same mall. Or go to the same hair salon person thing. So why was his face so familiar? Maybe it was that French thing, like, a la mode or whatever? No, wait, a la mode was like, ice cream? Wait, de something. De…ja…

THE TUMBLR GUY. That’s who it was! That guy with the depressing Tumblr that always pissed Xerxes off! Oh. Okay. He totally got it now. Xerxes snapped his fingers to get the dude’s attention, Nachos Grande forgotten. “Yo. Dude. You’re the Tumblr guy.”

The more he said, the more sure of himself he became. “Yeah, totally. Dude, I totally follow you. I’m Hairdude832981. I’m the one you bitched at for reblogging that “You need to fuck off and get a life” post.”


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count : 688 tags : Benny
noted : sorry it’s kind of a fail…
outfit : Herehere
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[BENNY MOORE]

“Yo dude, Uh, I don’t wanna, you know, like, be rude or anything. But uh, if you ever, you know, want to have it look totally rad, just like, give me thirty seconds with like, some scissors, hairspray, and like, dye. And I can make it look amazing. I mean, not that it’s not amazing already! I mean, for all I know, you’re a total ladies-“

The sudden onslaught of words and noise forced him to glance up from the incredibly idiotic post he had been reading with a cringe. He had hoped that someone had just so HAPPENED to meet their friend right next to his table and would quickly be moving away to talk with their stupendously stupid grammar somewhere else, but he discovered with an inward groan that this was not the case. Whyw as this happening to him? Couldn't people just understand via the magical new invention of body language that Benny was NOT the sort of person you could just approach and talk at out of nowhere? Society had numerous conventions in place to KEEP people from approaching the weird loner kid in school. Look at what had happened at Columbine! That alone should have been enough to teach people to ignore the kids that wanted to be ignored but NO, there always had to be some fuckhead that went out of his way to critique the style of someone they didn't even -

“Yo. Dude. You’re the Tumblr guy.”

Truthfully, it was the snaps that brought him out of the enraged internal monologue, but the fact that this moron had found him via tumblr also brought him back to the conversation. This guy had read his blog?

....Shit.

“Yeah, totally. Dude, I totally follow you. I’m Hairdude832981. I’m the one you bitched at for reblogging that “You need to fuck off and get a life” post.”

Well, this was an interesting turn of events. This imbecile had a tumblr? This idiot FOLLOWED Benny's tumblr? This fucking retard had gotten bitched out unwittingly by Benny? He didn't know what to do. Via Tumblr he was all too happy to point out someone else's shortcomings and remind that that he was by far superior to them, but in the real world it was a different story. Sure, he could internally remorse his luck for getting lumped with someone in an awkward situation, but he rarely could muster up the courage to actually say something to their face!

"Uh.... excuse me?" Sure, it was a weak reply, but he figured that if he denied everything then it might be a bit better.

Words//a fuckton
Tags//Xerxes
Outfit// It be here
Notes//xD He's so out of character and sad that even HE noticed it!

[XERXES HARRISBURG]

Everything was like, totally coming back to him now. This was that guy. That guy. That guy that pissed Xerxes off more than the rest of the world was pissed off by like, terrorists, Justin Beiber, and Disney Channel combined. He couldn’t even remember the guy’s, like, username, because he’d totally spent the last few weeks just like, erasing it from his mind. God. Ugh. God. Ugh.

He shoveled his Nachos Grande furiously into his mouth, glaring. Jeez, he should totally get this angry more often. He was completely forgetting to be scared. Completely. Legit, his palms were dry. But ugh, he totally hated this guy.

"Uh.... excuse me?"

“Dude. Hey, dude. Hey, uh dude. Uh, uh…” And suddenly, Xerxes had an epiphany. “Lightinthetrees! You! You’re lightinthetrees.tumblr.com! You…you…you wrote the post about, like, how no one would ever understand you and stuff. You like, totally bitched me out for reblogging that picture of a tree with like, tears running out of it! You…”

He gritted his teeth, glaring at Lightinthetrees. “You need to not blog. Just like, not blog. Not blog at all. Ever.” He shook his head, scoffing. “’I couldn’t possibly understand.’ Right. Because I couldn’t understand you and your like, dumb complaining. Get a life, dude.” He took an angry bite out of a chip.

So there. Yeah.

count : 225 tags : Benny
noted : GAH SO SHORT I’M SORRY HE DIDN’T TALK AT ALL
outfit : Herehere
credited : KBIRD of caution 2.0

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[BENNY MOORE]

For one shining moment Benny felt a surge of excitement and adrenaline at the way the kid knew about his tumblr. Sure, he made a big deal about people from school not being allowed to follow him because he didn't want anyone he actually knew reading through what his feelings were and how he felt about every last one of them and how he secretly hoped they would all just die from a toxin in the water supply, but still.... it was kind of cool that he was getting a bit of recognition. He put a hell of a lot of effort into keeping that blog up and running and posting new things every day because he thought that it helped him work through his feelings.

And then, just as he was starting to feel a bit better and had a bit of confidence going for him, it all came crashing down. Um, who the fuck did this kid think he was? Last time he checked, it was kind of rude to just go up to someone and dictate how they could run their life. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was kind of ungodly rude. Seriously, who the fuck just did that? Tumblr was supposed to be a place where one could go around and post anything and people would accept it. It wasn't supposed to be a place where you would be judged, which seemed to be the message this kid was sending.

"Umm, frankly, I don't know who you are, and I don't actually care that much, but just FYI, it's kind of poor taste to go up to someone and bitch at them for no reason," Benny replied, still confused and more than a bit offended. "Tumblr is a place where I go to vent my feelings. If you don't like it then I'm sure you can find the unfollow button or whatever."

Benny glared at the kid. Jess Christ, who the hell was he? Benny had thought that maybe he would recognize someone who had clearly been so mortally offended by what Benny wrote on his blog, but nope. There was not a single flicker of recognition. He just looked like some weirdo who had problems with his gender identity.

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Words//a fuckton
Tags//Xerxes
Outfit// It be here
Notes// yeah, that took more than a while to reply to, but I have no regrets.