and the music is awful

anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the character HCs, can you maybe tell me some of Leo for YOI? Sorry I know he's a really minor character but as a Mexican-American athlete also, he means a lot to me❤

aw, of course!

leo writes and composes music, definitely - he ranges anywhere from remixes on garageband to working on a legitimate solo album. he plays bass with some of his friends in their free time, and he and his little sister have been singing in a rscm choir since they were little. so he has a pretty well-rounded music background, and he has the vocals to go with his composition, but he’s a little more self-conscious about it. he didn’t start playing bass/more contemporary music until seventh or eighth grade.

he lives in colorado, maybe. he wanted to do sports as well (leo had a pretty busy childhood) and winter sports aren’t uncommon in colorado. he wanted to do hockey, but it turned out he didn’t like hockey so much. but he did just like being on the ice, so he decided to try figure skating instead, and that stuck. (he still knows how to move around a puck if a stick is in his hands, though)

leo’s introverted but he has a tight-knit group of good friends, and he loves dogs. he admires michelle kwan. his favorite movie is pacific rim, because hell yeah.


Mark, who unlike his shy wife and parents has a bottomless supply of outgoing points, goes down to the Natural Kitchen (owned and operated by his Uncle Oliver) and Convenient Stores to run errands, running into cousins/BFFs along the way. Dominic Estic’s grandmother was Mark’s paternal grandmother’s sister, and Gracie’s paternal grandfather was Mark’s mother’s brother; and they were all in Alma Mater House at college together at about the same time.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.