#it's finally happening...

MUN TALK.

kisses to whoever knows where “hey there demons..” comes from. and YES that’s a gif of new york !

but uhhhhhh. hey y’all how are you doing ?! i’m sde, twenty, residing in the cst timezone *looks at texas* *sighs audibly* and i’m super excited to be coming off my hiatus. i’ve been lurking like a mf.. looking @ threads n interactions and i can’t wait to be apart of it and shove anthony down your throats :’)  if we haven’t plotted yet or talked and you’d like to you can IM me here.

i also wanna take the time to thank y’all for baring with me. as most of you know stuff happened literally a day after acceptance and you guys were super understanding and sweet n caring ?! which just lets me know that this group is even better than i thought it was. i love y’all sm. but. without further adieu... here he is. the myth, the legend the baddest of them all ( shoutout to katherine pierce )  anthony washington.

INTRODUCTION. 

drug tw. underage sex mention.

you’re a star, famous, obstinate in your ways and how you live your life. ever since the young age of twenty two you’ve spent your time growing accustomed to prominence.   to the consequences of prominence.   money. sex. drugs. recognition. it’s a hazardous concoction you’ve been weaned on and you can’t get enough of it. 

but you weren’t always like that.

you’re born to a father you’ve never met, and a mother who tolerates you in a way that’s toxic. she’s more child than mother though, and you spend the beginning of your life taking care of her. she’s an addict, addicted to coke and not in the way that’s portrayed with dancing flushed bodies, and pretty white smiles. it starts with snorting, then smoking, and then your mothers injecting to get the purest of highs. she’s dependent on you, mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically. for someone who can’t stand you she needs you. until she doesn’t.

her life ends when you’re thirteen, and you’re thrown into a world that’s different yet just as strenuous. you’re in the system, a foster child, and you hate it. you haven’t mourned your mother, not by force, but choice. you refuse to think about her, about finding her, about how she looked more peaceful gone than she ever did with you. you’re rash, contentious, recalcitrant, thrown out of homes as soon as you’re placed in them. this is around the time you find your vice of choice. it’s not drugs, not drinks but something you find much more rewarding. it’s sex. you fall in love with pleasure, and soon it becomes enough to dull the pain you swear you don’t have.

you’re less cataclysmic, physically at least  ----  you’ve traded in destruction for something much sweeter. it allows your next foster home to become your last, and at sixteen you branch out with this new found “stability”. you try new things, new vices, new hobbies. it’s at this age you realize there might be more to life than pain and pleasures that temporarily dull it. you discover acting, fall in love with it, and somewhere along the way it falls in love with you too. you’ve got this raw passion and intensity that’s throw into each and every one of you roles, and although it’s just an outlet for you, your theater teacher sees your potential. they call a few favors, ramble up some change, and invite their friend who has a foot into hollywood to one of your plays. they too, see that passion, and at nineteen you get yourself an agent.

jump to twenty four:  you’re a star, famous, obstinate in your ways and how you live your life. ever since the young age of twenty two you’ve spent your time growing accustomed to the prominence to the consequences of prominence. money. sex. drugs. recognition. it’s a hazardous concoction you’ve been weaned on and you can’t get enough of it.

TLDR : he’s foster child turned actor who loves to escape his past! hehe.

MUN TALK PT. 2.

[Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 1 #90 by Kurt Busiek, Denys Cowan, and George Roussos]