#beau sinclair

[fanaticloser]

Finding a good character Spotify playlist is hard cause I want THEIR playlist not a playlist of their vibes.

Like no I don’t think they listen to this artist. Does the song apply to them? Yes. Do I love this song? Yes, but they wouldn’t play it themselves.

Like I want a playlist they created themselves.

Yeah, we can joke and say they’d listen to this or that, but they actually wouldn’t and it so weird when a one of those songs pop up.

It’ll still be a great playlist. But not THAT characters playlist.

[leoandbeholdclark]

"(...) I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you."

/Everything Everywhere All At Once

Credits to all cc creators!

[brainddeadd]

[aces-and-angels]

mcgraw byrne- ad meliora

art cred: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

[nelliedecker]

who: @beauaustinsinclair where: SOS clubhouse

She was drunk. It didn't happen much anymore, drinking such an everyday part of her life that her liver could give Arnold Schwarzenegger a run for his money. But some nights, like tonight, she made it earn it's keep, that was for damn sure. Eyes drifted around the clubhouse, taking in faces both familiar and unknown, or a few who were somewhere in between. Like Beau, he was Devon's nephew, secretary of the Tonopah chapter of the Sons, and yet, she felt like she barely knew anything about him. Normally, that shit wouldn't bother her, nor would she take any actions to rectify it. But the liquor in her system made her think otherwise. "So tell me, Beau, Beaufort, Beauson, what exactly does a secretary do?" she asked as she sidled up to the bar, "Like, do you schedule stuff, make sure everyone gets to church? Coordinate everyone to make sure you're all rippin' off the same bank or some such?"

[gabyharrisonx]

@beauaustinsinclair Where: Stopshop

"Guess who I ran into the other day." Beau was hard to miss in any crown, but she could always spot him at the grocery store. Call it a gift, call it sixth sense - it just was as it was. Though as they were there, she was definitely going to persuade him to have dinner with her later, if he didn't have plans, of course. "You know, sometimes I feel that Tonopah is actually really small. Definitely probably should have realised it before, but there are times."

[flissxsloane]

Sixteen Handles with Beau Sinclair @beauaustinsinclair

With the heat on the rise she'd swung in for an ice cream on a whim, waiting patiently in the queue and absentmindedly scrolling to kill time. A voice near the front of the line loudly declared someone else to be a liar and her attention switched from her phone to the scene unfolding in front of her, eyes widening as the argument grew in pitch and intensity. Brows raised she shared a glance with the man next to her, expression turning incredulous as the woman smashed her newly purchased ice cream into the mans face before storming out, the man running after her still shouting. The blonde brought a hand up to her mouth to help stifle a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. "I guess that's what you get for trying to cone your girlfriend - she'll return the favour." Voice was hushed, not quite knowing how her poor puns would go down and she worked to keep a smile from her face though it was undoubtedly a losing battle. "Do you think it'll be a rocky road to reconciliation? Personally I think they should take inspiration from a banana and split."

[devilsgatewayhq]

Is that Tornado Sirens in the distance? What is all this dust?

Day two of The Tonopah Valley music festival, Tonopahella as residents have begun calling it, is in full swing when disaster strikes. A sudden and ferocious sandstorm wreaks havoc, leaving attendees scrambling for safety and emergency services racing against time. As festivalgoers seek refuge inside a powerless building, the storm's ferocity leads to multiple casualties and harrowing experiences.

The calamity begins as strong winds sweep through the festival grounds, rapidly reducing visibility and forcing everyone to take cover. Amid the chaos, the stage, a centerpiece of the event, succumbs to the storm's fury. A piece of the collapsing scaffolding strikes Rafaele Morata, knocking him unconscious. Beau Sinclair, witnessing the incident, attempts to reach Morata but is temporarily blinded by the swirling sand and dust, compelling him to retreat for his safety.

Will York, endeavoring to ensure the safety of his friend Lydia Donovan, is unaware of a tree falling due to the thick, orange-tinged dust. The tree strikes him, causing him to fall and break his ankle, rendering him immobile. Meanwhile, Taylor Palmer, in his bid to flee the scene, is hit by a moving car and left incapacitated in the middle of the road.

The storm's relentless force does not spare the VIP tent either. It collapses, trapping Abril Moreno underneath and injuring her arm, leaving her unable to move. The festival grounds quickly turn into a scene of panic and confusion, with attendees and organizers doing their best to help the injured while waiting for rescue.

Will Las Vegas be able to make it in time?

[sugarysketches]

.:Originally made May 28th, 2024:.

The Polycule webs... I need more of them.

The big 'cule is Sebastian, Teddy, Brook, Fafnir, Korrin, Lucien, and Laverne. Bottom left is Osiris, Chester, Beau, and Toby. Lastly, bottom right is Zacky, Jun-Seo, Tomino, and Momo. Maybe I should make names for the Polycules, to make things easier, but I have no ideas OTL

[ uuuh just assume they all use he or they or xem]

[gabe-ricci-simp]

Incorrect Quotes pt 2

I had too much fun. Here is pt 2 (Laws of Attraction, duh)

*MC dies in a game with ships* Aislinn: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Aislinn: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Gabe: Legend has it that MC still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. MC: Of course I do.

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MC: That shirt looks great, Joaquin. Joaquin: Thanks. MC: But I bet it would look even better on Gabe's floor. Gabe: Are you hitting on Joaquin... for me?

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Joaquin: What are you writing? MC: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information. Aislinn, looking over MC's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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Gabe: I love you. MC, not paying attention: What was that? Gabe: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Gigi, watching Gabe & Beau panic : What's going on? MC: Gabe is having a midlife crisis and Beau is just having a crisis.

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MC: Did Aislinn just tell me she loved me for the first time? Gigi: Yeah, she did. MC: And did I just do finger guns back? Gigi: Yeah, you did.

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Aislinn, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Joaquin: MC's in the kitchen.

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MC: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

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Martin: We’re all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team. Aislinn: Sounds fake but ok.

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Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? Beau: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

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*While the Squad is in a battle* Gabe, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! MC: Take it back now y'all!

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Dorian x Beau ( @monoma-neitoblog-blog )vs Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic )

who makes up your ship?:

Dorian x Beau

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Beau and Dorian were childhood best friends. They've known each other since they were little and they became even closer as they grew up. They dated for a little while, and had an unofficial third in their other best friend, Orias. But Beau moved away to seek better opportunity (because he desperately wants to be famous) and broke up with Dorian before leaving. Fairly healthy so far right? But Dorian is a MESS. He's super reserved and never deals with his emotions, but he just WILL NOT leave Beau alone. It's bad, like every night he calls him and leaves him some heart-wrenching and VERY manipulative voice-mail, he sits there crying all the time, admits he would do ANYTHING to see him again. Beau just ignores him the whole time. Eventually, they're brought back together in a VERY public setting, with Orias there too (who has been watching Dorian crumble this whole time) and they all hook up. Beau wants to keep it hush-hush and not get back together with Dorian but Dorian is so glad to have Beau back. Orias wants to stay with both of them but doesn't do anything about their relationship either. Eventually Beau and Dorian kind of get back together? But it's still a mutually destructive relationship because of their inherently conflicting priorities and incompatible personalities. It's bad Tl;dr Beau left because he wanted to be famous and Dorian won't leave him alone so them and another friend are all brought back together and get back together even though they're all worse off for it.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

I don't have any art of all of them together but feel free to contact me and I'll find a way to whip something up!

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who makes up your ship?:

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

It all starts with Jacob kidnapping Dean, or having his chosen kidnap him for him technically. You know, how most loving relationships start. Then it goes into Jacob starving Dean for weeks, mentally conditioning him, psychologically torturing him and chipping away at his mental resolve until he breaks and becomes the perfect murder machine; which is when Jacob tricks him into killing one of his closest allies. (Not to mention his initial goal was to make someone deserving of killing him, romance in self destruction via outward force and so on and so forth). After all of this you'd think they hate each other and honestly a part of Dean does hate him but another part of him craves his praise and attention and he knows he's too far gone at this point and the only person who could love a monster is another monster. He's everything he ever feared he'd become and Jacob is the now steady force holding all his broken peices together. Congrats to Jacob for literally making him worse! And congrats to Dean for making Jacob unhealthily obsessed with him and making him feel something for the first time in years! Even if it was possessiveness and a twisted version of love! They beat the shit out of each other on multiple occasions, sometimes before or during sex. They threaten to kill the other's families and almost go through with it a few times. By the end Dean is willing to kill anyone who tries to hurt Jacob and Jacob is willing to do the same, they're tragic, they're toxic, they're the worst, they make everyone uncomfortable and they'll probably die covered in each other's blood. But at least they'll be holding hands <3

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Tag: #ship: Only Us Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4GDAKjOCyUKxWqw7acgzgi Pinterest: https://pin.it/2WOuuEp

[avalynnowens]

WITH: @beauaustinsinclair WHERE: The Outpost

Ava didn't often venture out to bars by herself — at least not since having Gracie. Her days of wild nights out were long behind her, but The Outpost was the one exception. She was guaranteed to know at least one person in there at any given time, and so she always felt perfectly safe to enjoy herself. "So, are you actually working tonight, or are you just a lingering boss man presence?" she asked Beau from her seat at the bar with a raised brow. Taking a sip of her drink, she glanced around the room for a moment, it was a little busier than she'd expected, and there was a group of people she'd not seen before sat at a table in the corner. Ava turned back to Beau with a knowing smirk. "Big boss man Beau, for sure. You know those guys? They don't look very friendly."

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Gabe is like a shepherd herding cats 😂😂

[aces-and-angels]

mcgraw byrne as text posts- pt. 1:

the senior partners

the junior partners

the senior associates

art cred: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

[evesyoung]

where: the outpost who: @beauaustinsinclair & eve young

"I know that I smell like shit, okay? So no need to rub it in my face, I know you want to." Eve remarked as she slid into the bar stool across from Beau, still clad in that day's work clothes. Were they sweaty and smudged with dirt in certain areas? Sure, but after such a long day, she was not about to make a pit stop at home to shower. No -- now was time for a drink and a chat with an old friend to kick of the weekend. "I call it Eau de Decker Ranch. Now, beer me please, and catch me up on your life."

[avaxbest]

The Outpost with Beau Sinclair @beauaustinsinclair

Family dinner had become a staple since she'd moved back to town, never able to say no to her father or siblings when it came to spending time together. She had years of making up to do, after all. But despite the enjoyable evening, after a few drinks the last thing she wanted to do was return to her home to sit in silence. Her own company was something she'd grown more at ease with but there were nights she felt her mind would wander into dangerous territory. There was one person who'd sprung to mind and Ava headed to The Outpost in search of a light-hearted atmosphere and company that would be the perfect distraction. Little wave was given to Beau as she hopped up onto a seat at the bar to wait her turn. When it finally rolled around she didn't place an order but instead reached for a bad joke on the off-chance it would make him laugh. "So, do you come here often?" But for all the playful tone and the smile that briefly rested on her lips, her nose wrinkled almost immediately after she'd finished speaking, regretting her choice of words. "Ugh." Head shook in distaste of her own lack of originality, her way with words seemingly deserting her, before doe eyes looked at her friend pleadingly. "Can we pretend I said something wittier? Please? Or at least less of a cliché?"