dawson e. reynolds 🥂🍓
21. boy & girl smoocher. single. a well known daddy. 80s enthusiast. twin to adrian. scary movies. halloween. greys anatomy & the simpsons. mwAh.
[like + introduce urself for a tbh]
i have this idealized version of myself in my head that is content and doing what she loves and comfortable and sometimes i get so caught up in her life that it’s almost impossible to realize that she isn’t real yet. but i hope to be her someday.
TETSUYA ISHIDA. 🎢
eighteen. french-korean. gemini. six foot three. hockey player. father to a cat named uyoo. pierced and inked. bottle cap collecter. bilingual. likes to play guitar. will probably want you to sit in his lap. everyone's daddy.
needs friends so comment for a rate/possible dm or whatever
ALECSANDER YOUNG 🎶
subby baby, little, likes to talk about turtles, single, boy cuddler, likes to eat dino nuggets and drink chocolate milk, eats glitter when sad, a sassy boy, has a big booty, likes to sit on laps.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀RUSSIAN ROULETTE. 1/2┊⠀ཾ༵࿐ྃ࿏
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Peering at his reflection from the other side of the unblemished, immaculate mirror—he straightened out his dewy roseate tie for the occasion, before tucking it underneath his obsidian blazer and laying it over his ivory dress shirt. Rolling up the sleeves of his jacket, the glint of his lavish halcyon watch came into a view, a dazzling flare of light too luminous for sensitive eyes. It was a public restroom, vacated for now except for the man who stood in front of the mirror. The vibration of music resonated through the thin, stiff door. Of 'woot's, cheers, and the sound of ecstatic hookers either mockingly laughing too hard at not-so-funny jokes, or the attempt at the prototypical attractive woman voice. Drunk voices rose to the roof, and lifted it, too. The sound of fractured bones and dreaded screams occupied his head, before he unscrewed the lid of the tangerine bitter-sweet jar of the pill case. In bantam letters it read, take one pill a day. Well this, would be his third, just to get away from the voices and the utterance in his head. Pulling out a half-filled bottle of good ole' Corona, he liberated the cap off, and swallowed it down with the pill along with it.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀The sound of the deep, grumble at the door broke the secrecy, reiterating through the empty stalls. It was followed by a intriguing rich Scottish accent, slurring his words as he spoke, “Omega, it's time.” Gawking at the door, he peeked at himself once more in the mirror before walking towards the door. Twisting the knob, he inserted himself in the midst of the Las Vegas casino, the glaring lights of the big city eluding the obscure vault of heaven. He followed a husky ponderous man, his head shaved clean, with only the faint grey patch where his hair had once been.