♚ ░ i was a king under your control

❝ too many girls think i’m a concept, or i complete them, or i’m gonna make them ALIVE. but i’m just a f u c k e d up boy who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me YOURS. ❞ +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5366174"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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     “what if i did mind?” jovie drawls, none too bothered by the sudden company. “you know i don’t have to bee your distraction from your – what, clingy ex? demanding mother?” she takes a quick look around the diner, curiosity getting the better of her. “you’d better not be calling me that or else you can expect a swift kick in the groin.” she spears another bite of her salad, brow arching.

[dashiellridley-blog]

❛ hold up, ❜ he puts his hands up in defense, ❛ number one, is there something in that salad that has got your panties in a twist? number two, more like a random shag that wants too much from me. lastly, you can simmer down because i wasn’t callin’ you anything. ❜ Dash rolled his eyes at Jovie’s theatrics.

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Elise blinked, pursing her lips as she watched Dash take the seat she didn’t really offer. “Um, what’s up with you?” She inched closer to him, eyebrows arched as she waited for an answer. “Well?”

[dashiellridley-blog]

❛ damn, princess. would it kill you to give me a second to catch my breath? ❜ He emitted a small chuckle at Elise’s impatient nature, always getting a kick out of getting her all fired up. ❛ i think telling you would be too easy.. how about you take a guess? c’mon, it’s nothing that i haven’t dealt with before. ❜ Dash quipped and licked his lips while he awaited her response.

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Clearly this guy is not looking for any actual affirmation to his own question ; he wonders idly why anyone bothers to fake the niceties when they’re going to take what they want whether he wants them to or not. It reminds him of his schoolmates back in West Virginia in ways that are not pleasant. Neil is not a people person in the usual sense of the phrase. If given the option he only exists along side instead of with them — and despite what most people thing there is a very distinct difference between the two. Something intrigues him though ; enough so that he pushes back the immediate desire to flee and keeps him rooted where he sits. This guy is also clearly running from something. Or, more accurately, someone if crazy bitch is anything to go by. Neil thinks it probably a rude proclamation but keeps that to himself. What he does admit is this: ‘ i’m curious but i’m not sure i should be. ’  There is room left for an explanation if his table guest feels so moved to give one but Neil does not demand it. It’s not really any of his business and he doesn’t feel so inclined to make things unnecessarily so.

[dashiellridley-blog]

He furrows his brows at Neil’s words and considers for a minute ignoring his presence, or possibly bark at him that it wasn’t anything he needs to concern himself with. Dashiell was a very reserved person when it came to those he was unfamiliar with since he’d actively taught himself not to give away trust so easily. This brunette boy, however, didn’t look like much of a troublemaker so Dash decided it would be best to just give him a simple response. Besides, a quiet little cafe wasn’t the best place for confrontation if he wanted to remain incognito. ❛ let’s just say that i slept with someone and they got mad that i didn’t return their calls or texts. ❜

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“Oh boy,” Phoenix sighed the second he saw the look on his friend’s face. He raised an eyebrow as Dash practically threw himself into the seat across from him, and he was pretty certain his friend hadn’t even noticed he was there. “What’s up, Oscar the Grouch?”

[dashiellridley-blog]

At the sound of Phoenix’s voice he snapped out of his racing thoughts and shook his head in disbelief. ❛ i’m not that grouchy, nix. i’ve been harassed by this chick all day so cut me some slack, would ya? ❜ Dash sighed quietly, turning his head to look around every now and then to check the surroundings. ❛ do you think we could go to yours? ❜ He asked optimistically, ❛ i don’t know if you’re in the middle of     ❜ he paused for a moment to glance down at what Phoenix had in front of him, ❛ something else.. but i’d really, really appreciate it. ❜

[dashiellridley-blog]

❛ hey, do you mind if i sit? no? thanks. ❜ Dash said in one quick breath not bothering to wait for the person to respond before pulling out the chair and sitting down. He positioned his body so his back was to everyone else before pulling the hood of his jacket up and ducking his head down low. ❛ fuckin’ crazy bitch, ❜ he muttered more so to himself rather than who was sitting across the table.

[dashiellridley-blog]

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[trivialgames]

[isolatology-blog]

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[emmagreenwell]

[dashiellridley-blog]

alrighty, hello hi hola. i’m alex and dashiell (dash, oops) is my little lost puppy dog who has no idea where his place in the world is. i’d say he’s one of those people that don’t go anywhere because they don’t think they can and end up stuck in the same place all their life. he’s definitely not an easy character to befriend since he’s not exactly a social butterfly. i kinda posted more about him here if you wanna check that out???? i’m excited to be a part of this group and my inbox is always open for plots/connections if you’re interested!

[dashiellridley-blog]

i don’t know when i’ll have the time to type up a proper biography, so in the mean time this is what you should know about dash....

he absolutely hATES being called Dashiell

born and raised in London, England. he lived with his mom and dad in a tiny apartment with no heater or hot water

father worked as an electrician but it was mainly his mother who kept the roof over their heads by taking extra shifts at the hospital

his dad always blew his paychecks either on booze or gambling

was basically on his own growing up so he’s still very much immature and not exactly an adult. he has no morals but he does have one vow and that’s to never end up like his deadbeat dad.

dropped out of school at seventeen and moved away to Brighton; two years later his parents divorced.

isn’t sure what he wants to do with his life or what direction it’s currently going in. he’d say he’s comfortable at this moment in time but still has this fear of being alone despite not opening up to people easily

he’s a skater boy and passionate artist who will defend his tattoo work until his last dying breath. he also partakes in creating graffiti on the walls of various buildings around town every now and then