#c: Dylan

[hqlourd]

I may or may not have a collection of shot glasses that were acquired by less than legal means. I'm glad to meet someone that appreciates that fact. /@dylcnrhodes

[austin-cartwright]

WHO: @dylan-westwick WHERE: Cinematic, Showing of Scream

While Austin had seen nearly every scary movie under the sun (she found herself being a glutton for punishment more often than not, not being able to sleep by herself for days afterwards), she had to admit that the Scream franchise was one of her favorites. She'd seen the parody movie, Scary Movie, first, which was probably part of the reason she hadn't been as scared of the movie as she normally would have been. Plus, Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich helped.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" She whispered into Dylan's ear after approaching her from behind with a wicked grin and grabbing the other woman's waist playfully.

[sweeetdreamspat]

.closed starter | "save the tears for when we win." + @mindkiler

Patrick abriu a boca, ergueu o dedo e se calou logo em seguida, olhando ao seu arredor. Estavam definitivamente perdidos na floresta durante a caça as bandeiras. "Mas eu tenho certeza que isso é alguma ilusão causada por um dos filhos da magia, não é possível que nós dois-" Bufou, irritado, pondo as mãos na cintura antes de acelerar atrás do outro semideus. "Você nem mesmo está me ouvindo, né? Dylan, espere, não viu que nós já passamos por aí?!"

[clarabaudelaire]

status: closed for @grinningdevils ( dylan )

location: outside of seduction

The neon sign of Seduction casts a garish red glow over the sidewalk, reflecting off puddles of melting snow. Clara stands near the curb, arms crossed, cigarette burning lazily between her fingers as she deadpans the man in front of her. Some loser; probably can't afford to hang out in the actual strip club so he skulks around outside, Clara surmises. He's saying something about how she "looked like she needed company". She didn’t. Doesn't. And she weighs her options internally, debating whether telling him outright to fuck off would even get through his thick skull. And what if he caused a scene? She found the idea of dealing with fragile masculinity-induced hysterics tiresome. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of muffled bass spilling out into the night as someone steps out. Clara recognizes him from inside. A bartender. Eyes flicker to him as an idea sparks.

“Hey!” she calls out to the other, trying to make her voice warm and familiar as if greeting an old friend. She turns back to her unwanted company with a terse smile. “Sorry, but my friend’s finally here.” Clara steps closer and, under her breath, mutters, “Play along, and I’ll give you every dollar in my wallet.”

[plasticbcnes]

location: magical melody @quarri3d

when the bell above the door rang, steph's gaze moved up toward the sound, the half effort of attention toward a customer paired with a half tossed "welcome in," before her nose dove back into the comic book she had in front of her, was the standard for the day. whatever you wanted to call it - boredom, ennui, monotony, whatever. one of those days where she sought out any kind of change to grasp onto.

but, once she processed that it was dylan that had stepped in, her eyes popped back up toward him, and she hopped off the stool behind the counter. "i have a surprise for you." she said, crossing over toward him. "maybe. i think. i've actually been super doubting myself about it, but too embarrassed to ask for fear of both ruining the surprise, and proving that i'm a shitty friend. and now the time has come, and i have to pay the piper. so you have to answer a question."

[jkrasinski]

Dylan! I came here to talk to you about your knowledge of the lyrics to All Too Well (going to see Taylor next month, may have promised the wife that I'd know as many song as possible) but then I saw you were a Mets fan. Red Sox obsessed over here, not sure we can even continue this conversation. @obriiiens

[hasthecityrearranged]

So I took him underneath my wing, And that is where he stayed, Until one day...

Melanie La Barrie as Hermes, Dylan Wood as Orpheus, Hadestown West End 2025: @callmelasagna’s master

[worshipwrites]

"don't be sorry."

he spoke the words between kisses that only grew in fervor with each passing second. her lips were so soft, and she felt so warm pulled against his chest. his head was swimming with need in spite of himself, in spite of what he'd been up to only awhile earlier.

dylan reached down, cupping her ass and lifting her up so that he could move her towards one of the couches in the main room. settling down, taking only a slight pause to make sure that she was alright as he sat her on his lap facing him.

his hands squeezed her backside before sliding up her sides.

"fuck,"

we should stop. the words rang in her head, loud and clear. what if one of his maids went to check on the noise? what if one of them were watching right now? but all that really slipped past her lips onto his was: "i'm sorry." didn't know why she was apologizing, maybe because she thought she tricked him. surely that was the reason why he'd kissed her, right? some natural leftover hormonal effects from the brothel, challenged by her hideous actions. definitely not hidden feelings that she ignored for years and years that he could never be able to reciprocate.

and yet, she didn't stop. simply gasped when he pulled her by the waist, tightened her arms around his neck and went on her toes to level them together. chased and chased after his lips clumsily, taking in deep, rushed breaths between. had only ever imagined this, read about it, so felt entirely ill-prepared for the task of kissing him. hated being incompetent with anything, but somehow, for this . . . it felt good.

"dylan-" his name felt somewhat foreign to her lips, even as she chased after the taste of his mouth. pressed kisses over and over, allowed him to drag and slot himself against her however he liked. "don't stop."

[hqlourd]

billie: Sitter is booked. I'm all yours come this Friday. billie: I really am flattered that you asked me, by the way, I don't know if I properly expressed that before but... I am. billie: Now just tell me if we're doing dinner or something wild like skydiving so I can figure out what to wear that's not the wedding guest attire you love to rip off. 😉 @dylcnrhodes

[barnettshale]

Bob Dylan and Mimi Farina at Newport Folk Festival, 1964

[obriengf]

Dylan O'Brien in the teaser trailer for HBO Max's ' Caddo Lake '

[morweneledhwen]

The fact that he owns a magical artifact in this world that looks and works like a phone is just endlessly hilarious to me.

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Bob Dylan, 1963 © William C. Eckenberg.

[gusucloud]

Xu Qi'an in episode 1 of GUARDIANS OF THE DAFENG

[southgxtehills]

Haha. I know even less about baseball. Two of the sports you don't hear much about in the UK. Although there are a couple of American football games played here every year. Oh, I am sure you will, one day. I have heard plenty. I did used to play. I actually retired from playing and ended up getting offered the manager job at that club. With no experience. Stayed there for a couple of years. Took a few years off, managed the under 21's England team and then ended up managing the main England team, where I am still at now.

it was! not for american football, though. i'm a baseball guy through and through. do i love my mets more than my own family? honestly, kind of. so the dream was always to work for them in some capacity. i bet. as the fan that always has something to say, i can only imagine what you must cop. did you ever play? or were you straight into the management side of things?

[hqlourd]

I'm a little concerned about how much sleep you got last night after our foray into jetlagged texting, but I'm super glad to have you here with me. Once more, you clean up nicely. With all of these fancy weddings I don't know how I'm going to respond when you're just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. @dylcnrhodes