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just saw someone say that eric from elephant was named after eric harris… baby that’s just the actor’s name ???
no bc he’s so real… if alex and eric were in front of me i’d snap a picture too
i wonder what my favorite characters all have in common— oh.
eric and cal are both absolute potheads while alex and andre prefer cigarettes. andre smokes the least out of everyone but always has a pack in his glove box. alex is more open to weed than andre, liking how he feels all light and calm. the only person that vapes out of the four of them is eric, and he gets the worst flavors of all time.
eric loves popsicles. during the summer, he almost always has one. when he’s in his or alex’s room, he’s got a popsicle in hand. when he’s sitting in his back yard, he has one. even in the car, he has one. alex has no fucking clue where he gets all of them and how they don’t melt.
their kisses always taste sickly sweet as eric’s mouth is coated in sugar and fake dye. there’s a constant ring around his mouth. sometimes it looks like he’s got some sort of weird lipstick on and other times he just looks ill. he doesn’t mind, though.
will u perchance be posting more elephant headcanons..
YES!!! i will be! also if anyone wants to send asks about them i'm more than happy to answer them!! it can be about any character, not just alex and eric
“you’re so going down!”
eric’s voice echoed throughout his family’s house. he stared at alex with wild eyes, observing how the brown haired boy breathed heavily and bent down to put his hands on his knees.
the two had been playing just dance for about an hour. eric’s parents had gotten the game for his younger siblings to enjoy on the wii, but it seemed that eric used it more. he picked the worst songs, pop ones that repeated the same three words over and over again.
“dude, you’re fucking evil,” alex said in between sighs. “how much do you practice this damn game when i’m not here?”
eric didn’t want to admit that he constantly challenged his siblings to play against him. he also didn’t want to admit that he often lost. the only person he’d ever won against was alex, plus his mom on the day they bought the game.
instead of answering alex, eric started flicking through the dances, finding his favorite one. it was one of the harder ones, rated four stars of difficulty instead of the regular one or two.
as the music began blaring, alex had to fight the urge to throw his remote at eric’s head. he hadn’t had dancing on his agenda for today, especially not dancing in his best friend’s living room where his parents can walk through and see them.
before he joined eric in dancing once more, eric screamed at him.
“dude! hurry the fuck up. you’re missing so many points!”
alex whacked the back of eric’s neck with his palm before lazily dancing to the rest of the song. he made a mental promise to stop playing after this song even if he had to fight eric to do so.
alex suffers from chronic pain.
it’s especially prevalent in his back and neck. doctors can’t really pinpoint why he has the constant pain and pressure. they thought it was arthritis because alex had already been diagnosed with arthritis in his hands; that wasn’t the case though. one doctor said it might be fibromyalgia but changed his mind due to it being so uncommon in men.
there are several days when alex wakes up in severe pain and ends up having to skip school. sometimes he falls asleep with heating pads on his back only to find burns on his skin in the morning. there’s a pillow-type padding on his seat in his house’s dining room.
he often gets made fun of for it. people mimic the limp he has and comment on the padded grips he has on all of his pencils. when he has to leave class to go to the nurse, balled up paper gets thrown at him as he’s walking away.
no one really says anything about it. john and eric have tried to stick up for him sometimes, but no one listens to the two of them. alex doesn’t know why the bullies would listen to them. all three of the boys were quiet and somewhat outcasts. alex simply told them to not bother with protecting him; it wouldn’t make a difference anyways.
if i chant Alex and Eric 3 times in the mirror will they appear perhaps
the faggots have arrived
thinking about how the last thing eric saw was alex pointing a gun at him. alex—his best friend, the person he was in love with, his partner in crime—decided to stop his life mid sentence. whether or not alex thought he was doing the right thing doesn’t matter. eric’s last moments, even if just for a split second, were filled with fear as he stared down the barrel of the weapon alex was holding.
alex being an art kid.
he's his art teacher's favorite student. his assignments are hung on the classroom's walls and bragged about to any student who asks about them. his notebooks are filled with doodles and colored pencils. the ends of his fingers are constantly stained with charcoal.
there's an art museum near alex's school that's planning an exhibit to show off local talent, and alex's teacher signs him up before he can say no. he at least gets to pick which pieces go in: a watercolor painting of a sunflower field in their town, an intricate drawing of his parents when he had forced them to pose for him a while ago, and a sculpture he made of a certain person from his past.
he hadn't expected anyone to come to the exhibition (well, other than his parents and eric at least). when he walked towards his own pieces, he spotted a familiar mop of blond hair. john.
"this me?" john asked, pointing straight at the sculpture.
alex's face flushed bright red. it was. no matter how long ago their friendship had broken apart, they had never grown hostile towards one another, but alex worried john would hate him after this. to be fair, it was alex's feelings that pushed john away. why wouldn't he be disgusted now?
"it looks beautiful." john turned to face alex and laughed. "not just because it's me."
all worries faded when alex saw the grin on john's face. throughout the day, the two would cling to one another, observing other art and sometimes making fun of it. eric joins them around lunchtime, and the three leave together. something about alex's past and present combining is overwhelming, but he loves it.
i love john and his stupid ice cream scoop haircut
Daily freak post 😛😛😛
I’m regaining my strength to write more stuff. This is in honor of @operationandre
i finished but its rushed... .. . . @operationandre
I forget I have this sometimes
I’m crashing out really hard rightnow
Some of my favorite text role plays with @ciitor
Heh. How’s it hanging gang. Just some risky school doodles
I HATE YOU YOUREAO STUPID @ciitor