#coffive

         ❛  forty-five  —  hell ,  fifty-eight years beg to differ  ❜  ,  he wants to say . ❝  you speak from personal experience ?  ❞ he says instead ,  words lilted with haphazard  SKEPTICISM  &  pride merely portioned sincerity .               @coffive​  cont.

@apochestriia && @ofseances && @coffive

MY OPINION ON;

Character in general: HI UHM FIVE IS ARGUABLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER EVER? So, no question about it, I love him and will support him to my last dying breath.How they play them: Ok, so I love, support, stan anybody who takes on the task of playing and writing this little monster angst boi, and the way Jean plays Five is beyond brilliant. The details! THE DETAILS. Can we talk about the details, I want to talk about the details. The way that Five’s thoughts are written out, the way that you can feel like you’re inside his head when you read Jean’s Five, I absolutely cannot get over it. Down to the very breath he’s taking, it’s absolutely insane that that can even happen where I feel like I’m reading a transcript of his own thoughts, and I love every second of it. This Five is a show-stopper without a doubt.The Mun: So, we talked about the details, but can I introduce Jean now, the brilliant writer behind Five, who I absolutely adore and support in any which way. Phenomenal, really, and so fun, such a great writer, incredibly sweet OOC, and has such great ideas!

DO I:

RP with them: Oh my god, yes! I feel honored to even write with them, gosh.Want to RP with them: Literally please let me write with them!

WHAT IS MY;

Overall Opinion: Come on people, this isn’t new. You already know I stan, so you know that I’m gonna say that if you aren’t already following, you need to be, especially if you need more Five content on your dash, and I’m talking major deep dives into his psyche and motivations and metas on his entire character. I’m always blown away by the sheer dedication.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

I will find you in a burning sky where the ashes rain in your mind.

[  sms  :  allison  ]  —  what is a furry [  sms  :  allison  ]  —  suit no [  sms  :  allison  ]  —  SHIT [  sms  :  allison  ]  —  fuck phones i wanted to GOOGLE that fuck [  sms  :  allison  ]  — klaus won’t fucking tell me what a furry is [  sms  :  allison  ]  —  what the fuck is a furry

[ sms : grade five ]  — if klaus didn’t want to tell you, shouldn’t that be more of a warning sign than anything? trust me, you don’t want to know.

they’re thirteen again. he’s… alive? based on the way his siblings are looking at him ( and most definitely not through him ), ben can surmise that, yes, somehow he’s alive again. five is the first to react. luther still has vanya in his hands, allison is testing her voice, diego looks wary, and he isn’t quite sure klaus has noticed the difference, but five? five launches himself at ben and it’s all he can do to stay upright.        a laugh – a gasp. surprise, pure happiness, surges from him as the air leaves his lungs upon impact. breath !! a heartbeat !! number six returns number five’s hug twofold, lifting him despite being the shortest ( again ). he can practically feel the blood coursing through his veins and it was all thanks to the coffee soaked brother in his arms.   

EYES EMOJI.  OF COURSE I DO. 

dave  ... like,  i want to  emphasize that in a lot of ways,  he’s still  very childish.  he’s naive,  he’s an  idealist  --     heck,  the  man  continued to live at home with his  mom  almost up  until  his  30s  and would have continued.   in fact,  with his mom getting older,  he probably would have no idea what he would’ve  done  when she  inevitably  passes  away  and   he has  no  one to take care of  anymore.   although  it was a heartfelt  gesture for dave to want to  stay with her for as long as possible,   it really made it hard for  dave  to  grow up and be his  own man.   while he could’ve been  getting more out there,  living  in a new place,  meeting  new  people,   he just kind of ...   stayed in the same old town,  doing the same old things, not experiencing a whole lot of  life  in general.

[  sms  :  diego  ]  —  hey shithessd [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  is this woeking [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  lmaoooo [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  tjat meas laughing my ass off [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  even thoufh im not actjally [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  lmao [  sms  :  diego  ]  —  anwyays i dont know wher i am can yiu pick me up thanks

taken from X

{ sms: mambo number five }: shithead, really? { sms: mambo number five }: god you really can’t hold your liquor, can you? { sms: mambo number five }: how the hell am i supposed to pick you up, you have your location off punk. { sms: mambo number five }: are there any distinct landmarks around?