#surfer guy

[bodhibrooks]

bodhi (bow — dee) | he - him | 21 | single pringle

bodhi brooks. 6 foot. the ocean. surfing. skateboarding. snowboarding. vintage clothing. bob marley. hawaii. brazil. sunsets. romance movies. palm trees. puppies. riding bikes. writing in the sand. surf comps. little beach shops. beach towns. “vintage surf” aesthetic. hopeless romantic.

@ no one’s pretty boy

🌊 —  @ailavarshavski @chrissturniolooxx @chasekeithh @christophersturnn @kenziezieglerrr

@kurodahana @evelyn-may @mattsturx @madiifilipowicz @lizzieeyoung

@brooklynquesada @madisonb44r @xxdemitrakalogerasx @madisoncarpenter @madeelineargyy

@m4ttthemunch @nathan-doee @maggielindmannn @alahnaaestrella @zarbruhhh

@nessabarretttttt @romeodarlingg @nnicoleswrld @carringtonbestmodell @micahevanss

[calmabeach]

Tuesday. Here we Go.

Chris Del Moro.

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[king-psycholyze]

Typical Friday

[skunkes]

an al in the spirit of the awesome genre of guy i saw at the store today

[kooldewd123]

god i love the digimon dub's stupid voice acting

[namedr]

BOOM

[nina-cook]

Cmon pretty baby, rock rock rock!

[bodhibrooks]

surfs up! 🤙🤙 @ailavarshavski

🌊 —  @ailavarshavski @chrissturniolooxx @chasekeithh @christophersturnn @kenziezieglerrr

@kurodahana @evelyn-may @mattsturx @madiifilipowicz @lizzieeyoung

@brooklynquesada @madisonb44r @xxdemitrakalogerasx @madisoncarpenter @madeelineargyy

@m4ttthemunch @nathan-doee @maggielindmannn @alahnaaestrella @zarbruhhh

@nessabarretttttt @romeodarlingg @nnicoleswrld @carringtonbestmodell @micahevanss

[deerkibble]

they're watching their other teammates play in the bigmoon bash (go illugus guild!)

[calmabeach]

Chris Del Moro,

Australia.

Stay Rad here On Calmabeach

[dadvans]

bucktommy + eddie friendship snowboarding vacation episode for season 8 where they survive an avalanche. tim, are you listening. tim, can you hear me. bucktommy + eddie friendship snowboarding vacation episode for season 8 where they survive an avalanche, ok???

[total-karma]

honestly total drama introducing international contestants in later seasons with not much explanation (alejandro, anne maria, sugar, jasmine) was so funny like yeah none of these guys are canadian but we're letting this guy compete because he's pretty, this girl because we need that jersey shore rep, this girl because this show is lacking in southern charm and this girl because canada just LOVES australia

[toastydumpster]

Devourer of Worlds and His Herald

[paimt]

The Administrator's Goon Cave

[gavamont]

A wizard that uses his surfboard as a surface for magical sigils.

He’s surfing the seas and he’s cutting the waves

He’s writing out formulae of great import

Shredding that gnar is what he craves

And his sigils heighten the joy of the sport

One to repel sharks, one to repel squid

One to protect the shore, and one to make waves big

But all these spells and sigils are a sign of one sure thing

He’s a chilled out mage who’s the best at surfing

[fbfh]

do you still write for jj?

ooooh not only do I write for JJ but I kiss you on both cheeks for giving me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite obscure JJ thoughts. JJ x ballerina!reader (gn so technically ballet dancer reader, but you do dance pointe and in a more feminine style in pas de deux so do with that what you will)

They thought you were a kook for the first few summers since you clearly went to school off the island. It turns out you're not, you're just a scholarship kid to whatever fancy school you go to (something that Pope LOVES to pick your brain about since he's dying for a scholarship to his dream college)

at some point or another, there's a hurricane. you end up sticking it out with the other pogues. that's when they notice how... weirdly flexible you are. especially JJ. mostly JJ. it started off small, with you stretching a little while you guys are hanging out in the aftermath since the day after a hurricane is always a free day. JJ looked away from you for like two seconds and you just fuckin... dropped into a perfect split. he's surprised by this obviously, but he's more surprised when you seamlessly shift to a split on the other side, then a center split, bending and moving with impossibly flexibility. then a moment later, you're asking him "hey can you grab my leg?" as you stand up and stretch into a scorpion/needle pose. soon you're dragging him out of the room to "help you with something else." he FULLY thinks yall are about to hook up, but instead you put on this beautiful, artsy, erratic piano music, kick off your sandals or sneakers or whatever, and begin moving like a fucking vision.

you're rambling to him while you dance like it's nothing, but his jaw is on the fucking floor.

"This is the solo I learned last semester," you chuckle while spinning like a little figurine atop a music box, or something in a snow globe, or... wherever else he's seen ballerinas in passing before.

"If I'm rusty by the time I get back, Miss Raine will kill me." you chuckle playfully.

after a few moments, you finish, posed delicately on the ground. you look up at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glistening with mirth.

"holy fucking shit," he exclaims, making you blush. "goddamn, princess, that-"

he trails off with a disbelieving chuckle.

"That was fuckin' incredible," he says with a breathy laugh, then nudges you playfully, looking at you more closely like he must have missed something all those times he looked at you and never saw this magical ballet fairy hiding inside you. "you've been holdin' out on me." he teases.

"okay, okay, here's where I need your help." you begin, trying not to get too distracted. you reach out and grab his wrist, holding out his left arm palm up. "I'm gonna run at you like this-"

you demonstrate, taking a step forward. his attention is locked onto you even harder from the moment you grab his arm.

"And kinda... kick my leg around," you do just that, so you're twisted around and facing away from him. he lets out a little noise of surprise. you know it must seem convoluted and ridiculous, but you really need help practicing this lift.

"I need you to wrap your arm around me like this," you say, bending forward with one leg extended behind you, the other supporting you, so your stomach rests on his bicep and his hand holds the small of your back. "And then place your other hand right on my ribcage here."

"oh, my hand will be wherever you want it, cupcake." he says, making you roll your eyes at the (only half joking) innuendo.

"okay." you say, taking a step back. "you ready?"

the first few times you walk through it together are clumsy and slow, a mess of limbs and giggles, but eventually you get it. you call your friends in to show them the bluebird lift you've been working on, even having successfully taught JJ how to lower you and do a few basic steps with you to conclude. you both get through it unscathed, and your friends reactions are very similar to JJ (with only slightly less innuendo and teasing from John B and Pope), and as JJ giggles and demands you come at him so he can lift you again, you start to see a lot of potential in him.

maybe, just maybe, you can shape that potential a little more over the summer. your ballet academy always has scholarships for boys available since they're always in demand in the performing arts. you think there might just be a chance for JJ to do a lot more lifts with you.