CIVILIAN, joel vanhanen
posted Dec 30, 2019 15:37:20 GMT -6
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JOEL VANHANEN
JOEL VANHANEN
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JOEL VANHANEN
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT JOEL
ABOUT JOEL
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JOJO
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JOJO
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17 YEARS OLD
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17 YEARS OLD
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CIS MALE
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CIS MALE
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HE / HIM
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HE / HIM
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROROMANTIC
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HETEROROMANTIC
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ENGAGED
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ENGAGED
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AUGUST 10
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AUGUST 10
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LEO
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LEO
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STUDENT
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STUDENT
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RECENT STATUS
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i can't be judged for my actions. i'm an accident waiting to happen, but blame it on my youth.
i can't be judged for my actions. i'm an accident waiting to happen, but blame it on my youth.
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clever
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lawful
serious
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]NEGATIVES
lethargic
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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+ Suffers from a potato allergy. Parents refused to believe him for many years, and Joel was forced to endure ‘potato sweats’ up until a hospital visit backed up his word. Mashed potatoes, which triggered the hospital-resulting attack have earned a special place on his hate list.[break][break]
+ Used to harbor many goals, with plenty of ambition to get what he wanted to boot. Unfortunately, his early family life drilled in that he was inadequate for anything he may have wanted, and his recent family life has drilled in that anything he wants outside of his parents’ desires isn’t worth pursuing. Joel doesn’t want for much anymore, convinced ahead of time that he’ll never get it.[break][break]
+ Suffers from insomnia. Has a tenancy to doze off whenever he can manage it, regardless of time or location.[break][break]
+ Is supposed to abide by a strict diet. Owns a secret stash of cookie dough that he indulges in when he thinks no one is looking.[break][break]
+ His engagement is an arranged affair. After his elder brother, Gabriel, left with a woman his family didn’t approve of, his mother decided to lock down the younger son’s love life before he could make a mess of it himself. The wedding date is set as soon as the two two turn eighteen.[break][break]
+ Harbors conflicting feelings toward his brother. He understands firsthand what Gabriel has had to go through, but it doesn’t overrule the idea – further perpetuated by Mom and Dad – that his only sibling has abandoned him to drown.
+ Suffers from a potato allergy. Parents refused to believe him for many years, and Joel was forced to endure ‘potato sweats’ up until a hospital visit backed up his word. Mashed potatoes, which triggered the hospital-resulting attack have earned a special place on his hate list.[break][break]
+ Used to harbor many goals, with plenty of ambition to get what he wanted to boot. Unfortunately, his early family life drilled in that he was inadequate for anything he may have wanted, and his recent family life has drilled in that anything he wants outside of his parents’ desires isn’t worth pursuing. Joel doesn’t want for much anymore, convinced ahead of time that he’ll never get it.[break][break]
+ Suffers from insomnia. Has a tenancy to doze off whenever he can manage it, regardless of time or location.[break][break]
+ Is supposed to abide by a strict diet. Owns a secret stash of cookie dough that he indulges in when he thinks no one is looking.[break][break]
+ His engagement is an arranged affair. After his elder brother, Gabriel, left with a woman his family didn’t approve of, his mother decided to lock down the younger son’s love life before he could make a mess of it himself. The wedding date is set as soon as the two two turn eighteen.[break][break]
+ Harbors conflicting feelings toward his brother. He understands firsthand what Gabriel has had to go through, but it doesn’t overrule the idea – further perpetuated by Mom and Dad – that his only sibling has abandoned him to drown.
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+cookie dough
+mobile games
+conspiracies
+chemistry
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-mashed potatoes
-perfume
-mathematics
-perfectionists
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Your parents had a plan, long before you ever came into the equation: the perfect nuclear family with the perfect son and the perfect future.[break][break]
Gabriel was part of that plan. The center of it, really, where every goal converged into one boy-made-systematic cog, and for almost all of your life, he fit that part more ideally than any control freak could have ever wanted. He was handsome, the most beautiful child; wittier than the rest, only growing wiser with every passing year; he never fought back and he never threw tantrums and what the neighbors wouldn’t give if only they could have a son like that.[break][break]
And then there was you. The accident child. The afterthought. The only reason you exist is because you parents didn’t believe in abortion, you’re certain, because they certainly didn’t speak or act like they ever wanted you around.[break][break]
Whereas your father ground in algebra and your mother drilled in French into your brother’s head, you rarely ever saw the two who had brought you into the world. Their work came before all else, all powerful and present, and any time left over had to be spent polishing the firstborn to perfection. What leftovers you were left behind with were the nannies (sharp tongued with sharper strikes, because nothing you ever did was good enough for them, and it definitely wasn’t good enough for the Vanhanen name) and the scraps. No one came to band concerts, soccer practice. Your interest in these things dropped like flies, one by one. In them, just like in everything, you were never first pick, first place. What was the point in even trying?[break][break]
Back then, you hated him so strongly it brought new meaning to the word – [break][break]
(Or did you? Maybe you hated them, the shape, the idea. Gabe was just a physical body, a face you could pin that rage onto. He, like you, never asked to be born.)[break][break]
Nothing you ever did would ever amount to anything in his shadow. No matter how hard you tried, you would always be forgotten so long as he stood by your side. Surely, everything would be better if he just keeled over dead.[break][break][break]
He doesn’t die – but he may as well have.[break][break]
It all happens so quickly, faster than your eye or mind can catch up with. Something about a girl, a baby, an affair; failure, failure, failure, spat out like a factory churning out blazing hot coals. Gabriel disappears, and then so do his belongings, taken out in boxes or dumped out onto the street, and just like that, it’s like there was never an older brother at all. Don’t bring him up at the dinner table, don’t ask where he’s gone. ‘ It’ll be easier for everyone this way. ’ How?[break][break]
Your parents had a plan, long before your brother was unceremoniously tossed from the equation without warning or explanation: the perfect nuclear family with the perfect son and the perfect future.[break][break]
That’s not you. You have always been second best. (But that’s fine to them, because what other option do they have? If you weren’t born perfect, they’ll force perfection down your throat, shoving and shoving and shoving ‘til there’s nowhere left to go and nothing left to stuff down.)[break][break]
‘ You’re going to be a lawyer, Joel, just like your parents. ’[break][break]
It doesn’t come easily to you, or hardly at all. Days blur into one another as another all-nighter writes itself up onto your schedules, another tutor gets fired in favor of a better one, a better one, a better one.[break][break]
‘ It’s your brother’s fault. He left this all to you. ’ your mother tells you, and because she says it – as in all things – it must be the truth… right? ‘ It’s all your brother’s fault. ’
Your parents had a plan, long before you ever came into the equation: the perfect nuclear family with the perfect son and the perfect future.[break][break]
Gabriel was part of that plan. The center of it, really, where every goal converged into one boy-made-systematic cog, and for almost all of your life, he fit that part more ideally than any control freak could have ever wanted. He was handsome, the most beautiful child; wittier than the rest, only growing wiser with every passing year; he never fought back and he never threw tantrums and what the neighbors wouldn’t give if only they could have a son like that.[break][break]
And then there was you. The accident child. The afterthought. The only reason you exist is because you parents didn’t believe in abortion, you’re certain, because they certainly didn’t speak or act like they ever wanted you around.[break][break]
Whereas your father ground in algebra and your mother drilled in French into your brother’s head, you rarely ever saw the two who had brought you into the world. Their work came before all else, all powerful and present, and any time left over had to be spent polishing the firstborn to perfection. What leftovers you were left behind with were the nannies (sharp tongued with sharper strikes, because nothing you ever did was good enough for them, and it definitely wasn’t good enough for the Vanhanen name) and the scraps. No one came to band concerts, soccer practice. Your interest in these things dropped like flies, one by one. In them, just like in everything, you were never first pick, first place. What was the point in even trying?[break][break]
Back then, you hated him so strongly it brought new meaning to the word – [break][break]
(Or did you? Maybe you hated them, the shape, the idea. Gabe was just a physical body, a face you could pin that rage onto. He, like you, never asked to be born.)[break][break]
Nothing you ever did would ever amount to anything in his shadow. No matter how hard you tried, you would always be forgotten so long as he stood by your side. Surely, everything would be better if he just keeled over dead.[break][break][break]
blame it on my youth,[break]put it to the circumstances
[break]He doesn’t die – but he may as well have.[break][break]
It all happens so quickly, faster than your eye or mind can catch up with. Something about a girl, a baby, an affair; failure, failure, failure, spat out like a factory churning out blazing hot coals. Gabriel disappears, and then so do his belongings, taken out in boxes or dumped out onto the street, and just like that, it’s like there was never an older brother at all. Don’t bring him up at the dinner table, don’t ask where he’s gone. ‘ It’ll be easier for everyone this way. ’ How?[break][break]
Your parents had a plan, long before your brother was unceremoniously tossed from the equation without warning or explanation: the perfect nuclear family with the perfect son and the perfect future.[break][break]
That’s not you. You have always been second best. (But that’s fine to them, because what other option do they have? If you weren’t born perfect, they’ll force perfection down your throat, shoving and shoving and shoving ‘til there’s nowhere left to go and nothing left to stuff down.)[break][break]
‘ You’re going to be a lawyer, Joel, just like your parents. ’[break][break]
It doesn’t come easily to you, or hardly at all. Days blur into one another as another all-nighter writes itself up onto your schedules, another tutor gets fired in favor of a better one, a better one, a better one.[break][break]
‘ It’s your brother’s fault. He left this all to you. ’ your mother tells you, and because she says it – as in all things – it must be the truth… right? ‘ It’s all your brother’s fault. ’
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PERSONAL MESSAGES, BUT DISCORD WORKS BEST
21 YEARS OLD | HE / HIM | CENTRAL |
PERSONAL MESSAGES, BUT DISCORD WORKS BEST
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