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about me ꕤborn on a rainy november morning in an arkansas town so small you could drive through it in under ten minutes. it sat cradled between rusting train tracks and overgrown cotton fields; a place that smelled of engine oil and red dirt. his father, james worked double shifts at the mill, and his mother, diana was the kind of woman who believed everything bad that ever happened was a punishment from God. sunday’s weren’t optional. you wore your best, you bowed your head, and you didn’t ask questions. alden, however, always asked questions. quietly at first—whispered ones about angels and music and why God let bad things happen to good people—until he learned that curiosity was dangerous. by the time he was fifteen, he’d learned to smile politely while the pastor spoke and shunned people like him. to hum his doubts under his breath, turning them into songs. music was the first thing that ever felt like freedom. he built a habit of playing an old upbeat guitar in his neighbor’s living room, singing under his breath until it felt like his voice stopped trembling. the first time someone told him he had something, it was an old woman at the county fair. “you’ve got a soul in that voice,” she’d said. he’d carried that sentence like a blessing for years. life in a town of 4,500 meant everyone knew everyone and everyone knew that denny was different. too soft-spoken. too pretty. too interested in “girly things” and boys. the gossip turned cruel by the time he hit eighteen, so he left before it could swallow him whole. he spent the savings he’d scraped together over the past year working at mikey’s mechanic shop that summer after his seventeenth birthday, and bought himself a one-way bus ticket to LA. LA didn’t welcome him warmly. it was loud and unfeeling, and for a long time, denny was the same; sleeping on couches, waiting tables, singing for tips in dimly lit bars where nobody listened. but he did. and that’s what saved him. by his mid-twenties, alden had carved out a small space for himself in the rock/country music scene. the kind that existed in basements, backyards, and hole-in-the-wall venues. his voice carried the ache of his upbringing—people started listening. then came an acting gig, small at first, an indie film about grief and love that earned him unexpected attention. his career slowly became a mosaic of everything he’d survived: tender, imperfect, and deeply human. when he met his boyfriend ben, he wasn’t looking for anything. he didn’t trust love anymore. but ben was patient, the kind of man who made silence feel safe again. they built a home full of rescue animals and late-night laughter, and for once, alden stopped waiting for something to go wrong.forty-five. scorpio sun, leo moon, aquarius rising. he/him pronouns. very, very bisexual and in love with his fiancé, ben. infj. 2w1. singer/actor. scandinavian roots. moved out to LA when he was in his late teens. agnostic theist. raised with the fear of god shoved down his throat but now leans more towards spirituality. quiet voice, loud mind. has adhd and sleep apnea. always sleepy. a fur-father to four cats and one dog that he loves with every fiber of his being. has always had just a few close friends; doesn’t trust easily. rarely forgives nor does he forget. loves the shows grey’s anatomy and 9-1-1. jewel art and adult coloring books are his go-to thing. a paranoid pothead and a social drinker. had a nicotine addiction up until five years ago when he quit cold turkey. clean freak. cinnamoroll irl. spencer reid & rick grimes personified.

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byi ✦  my replies are sporadic due to mental health issues. i’m audhd ooc so tone indicators are helpful.dni ✿  if you’re under 21 & basic dni criteria.

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interests ୨୧  poetry. astrology. palmistry. tarot. guitar/music/acting. photography. the tv shows grey’s anatomy and 9-1-1. infodumping (about said tv shows). jewel art. animals. reading (fanfiction mostly!). writing. people watching.my sweetheart ben, baby, i am constantly so captivated by you. you make me feel so special, and in return i hope i make you feel the same way. you’re everything to me.friends ★  tba later.

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