dakota callahan

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shcnebrights·:

Kahi cackled loudly upon seeing his furrowed expression, the blonde shaking her head back and forth in amusement, only stopping to explain the nickname. “It’s because you’re tall, lanky, and clumsy. Not because of the green, which reminds me of a jade, to be honest.” She remarked and soon began walking, “yes, obviously.”

dakota chuckled gently. “i still prefer ole gregg. at least then i’m iconic for something other than being a dog’s favorite toy.” to be fair, he did have a passionate love for the video of the dog seeing his own dressed up as gumby, his favorite toy. the male followed behind her closely, skateboard in hand. “hopefully, there isn’t such a big crowd.”

[starksansa]

grandson // bury me face down

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pregcme·:

          she’ll roll her eyes, but admittedly she’s kind of impressed with how easily the other lets her insults bounce off of him. josie had never met anyone who was   GOOD   at being slandered before. without responding, she’ll walk quietly to a booth in the back, plopping down on the cushy faux leather and just sort of   watching   the other follow behind her.   “   people i know don’t come here.   ”   a huff leaves her glossed lips.   “   how old are you anyway   ?   ”   a waitress appears at the end of the table, and josie’s quick to greet her and order a coffee, choosing not to waste any time.

his shoulders moved slightly, as if he was shrugging. “well, you know me now. and i come here quite often, actually.” he chuckled. dakota was everywhere, everywhere but home. the blond male sat down carefully across from her, crossing his legs under him. it was habit. majority of places, he sat with his legs crossed. maybe they had drilled the whole criss-cross-applesauce idea into his brain too well. “a water please.” he smiled to lady before looking back at the female. “wow, how  old do you think i am?” 

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mocnchildshine·:

“so recently i was told i look extremely dumb with my glasses on, that they make my face look small, which is like, absolute bull, right? i think i look good with my glasses on, nice and smart, you know? what do you think, glasses yay or nay?”

dakota inhaled lightly. “uhm, dude. i’m going to have to go with the nay.” he shook his head. “you look like you have giant ass goggles on your head, kinda like they put on cartoon bugs. and yeah, like a nerdy ass movie kid. you just need to ditch them completely.”

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lxckhcrt·:

 there was no way she could ask her family for help.  it was soul-crushing just imagining the looks of disappointment on their faces when they found out what she was hiding let alone actually seeing them.  no.  if she was going to do this she had to do this on her own;  learn to be independent,  and independence started here,in a cafe just far enough out of the way that she wouldn’t run into anybody she knew. hopefully, filling out a job application and inconspicuously pushing it under her notebook every time somebody walked by, 

he hid from his family --- that seemed to be all he ever did. even if it mean the was going to travel across the country just to get a bagel. however, dakota had stumbled upon the cafe. he assumed no one would find him there. that’s how he ended up sitting in a corner booth, eating alone. it was a moment into a mouthful of scrambled eggs that he realized noticed the girl. green orbs absorbed sight of her every move, making the blond curious. dakota was quickly to approach her, but quietly. sitting down beside her, he made himself known. “what’re we hiding?”

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c-l-roo‌:

Frowning Isak is the cutest Isak

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shcnebrights·:

“I think I will.” It’d be nice to sleep like a normal person rather a deprived artist, which at this point in her life she was far from. Kahi giggled, poking at him in return before shrugging her shoulders. “Well someone has to, might as well be me, right?” She asked teasingly, staring down at his feet also. “I’ll be the judge of that. Come on, Gumby let’s go exploring!”

dakota made a face quickly at her comment. “did you just call me gumby?” his face furrowed. “i’m more offended that you could compare my shade of green to gumby. i’m more of an old gregg green.” he picked up his skateboard gently. “shall we be heading out, then?”

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crimscnskies·:

“well  ,  we  all  have  bad  habits.”she  commented  ,  running  a hand  through  her  hair  for  the  moment. “and  at  least   this  habit  isn’t  that  dangerous.” courtney  commented  with  a  small  shrug. “maybe  you  should  tell  him  that  texting  and  skating  is  dangerous.”

“i wish it was that easy..” dakota rolled his green orbs. the action was intended for the girl, but rather toward his ignorant father. “he’d just bitch and gripe about something. like use one to look at the phone and lose the other to look in front of you.” 

[psychotic-sins]

live free

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ruinmylifc‌:

honestly, he has a point ; it is just clothing and water so there’s no real damage. as if to show she agrees, ava nods once slowly and the purse of her lips creeps up into a delicate grin. “true, i’ll give you that.” the lad’s wink doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does his compliment and even despite receiving many of them in the past, it still brings a light shade of pink to her cheeks. “you know, on second thought i’m pretty sure your boards scrapped me and broke skin. rude.” of course she’s teasing, making up something to be humorous ; that’s who is ava is ( besides being a flirt ). 

the male’s mouth gaped open for a second, in complete shock. he wasn’t shocked. he could see exactly what she was doing. it was always fun when people flirted back or played along with his shenanigans. but the one thing that encouraged him to play along was her pink cheeks. “oh, shit.” he stated in shock. “i’m so sorry.” his head went down, imitating a very upset and disappointed person. “would a free coffee and maybe a tasty pastry make a beautiful girl like you feel better?”

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alice-ward-lowell·:

Alice couldn’t help but smile, she felt nothing but apprecation and gratitude towards the boy. “I mean, if you have any clothes that’d fit then that’d be just fine. I don’t really care about what sort of style. I think I need basics though, a bed, clothes, toiletries. Just things like that. Nothing too fancy.” She was never a fan of big and fancy things, just whatever she needed to get her by.

a chuckle left his lips. “well, we’re going to go get you some clothes. mine --- well, besides that i own like three pair of pants, two shirts, and one pair of underwear --- you wouldn’t like much.” he joked. most people didn’t like how he dressed, but he definitely owned more than what he said. “well, follow me, wonderland.”  he took his keys out of his pocket, jiggling them.

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CLOSED STARTER || @pregcme

dakota was sitting lightly with his skateboard under him. it was a typical friday night : he had escaped from the house, the grips of his father’s control, and was ready to burn the city down. the weekend was his only get away. everyone was off on the weekends. well, almost everyone. he was ---- but on second thought, he didn’t even had a job. the male lived day by day off his bad habit of pick pocketing credit cards. some people were too stupid to ever turn them off once they realized they were missing. others never even realized they were missing. then the few who did notice, they shut his operation down quickly. that wasn’t as much fun as it was when he began. now, it was just a way of getting by. fun was now partying all weekend and never remembering anything. not always, of course. sometimes he didn’t get so high or drunk. 

his green orbs lifted slightly to look at the other. “look, dude. it’s going to be the lamest party ever.” a gentle motion as he rubbed his eyes. “and yeah, it may be being hosted by the weirdest girl in school...” he was trying to make light of what seemed like a bad event. yeah, the girl was really weird. like, she had a stick horse tied to the front of her scooter and claimed she was riding a horse to classes. “but it’s a party.” but it’s a party. that’s the only reason dakota was bringing it up. “and we can always find another one to go to.”

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alice-ward-lowell·:

“I’m in my twenties, thank you. It’s not like I’m underage.” She laughed. “Caught in the action, I’m afraid. And it’s all as shocking as they make it in the movies. Seriously didn’t expect it but silly teacher forgot to lock the door it seems. And before you wonder, no, we did not finish.”

“that doesn’t mean the next one wouldn’t be underage. and i meant offender as in like against the law. criminals who are prosecuted consistently for any crime is called a repeat offender.” dakota stood up with his last words, stretching a little. “i totally was not going to ask that, but thank you for telling me anyways!” he chuckled lightly, motioning for her to follow him. “do you have anything you need to get? i mean, we can go to your house and pick it up. if you’re not comfortable with going there, we can always go buy you stuff. my credit card just got paid down and i can get you some stuff. and we’ll swing by the drug store and get you some like whatever you need. like body washes and shampoos and stuff.” a blatant lie. he never had a credit card --- well, never one in the callahan name. 

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hanameyercoulson·:

“  i  dropped  it  when  you  skidded  into  me,  duh.  ”   his  added  apology  is  essentially  dismissed,  and  hana  instead  retaliates  defensively.   “  you  think  i  would  just  fuck  my  thousand  dollar  phone  onto  the  street?  ”   with  a  roll  of  her  eyes,  hana  lowers  herself  into  a  crouch,  squinting  as  she  surveys  the  ground.   “  yeah,  i  didn’t  throw  it.  but  it’s  hana.  what’s  yours?  ”   another  moment  passes  by,  and  hana’s  eyes  zone  in  on  a  grate  on  the  edge  of  the  road.   “  oh  fuck  .  .  .  you  don’t  think  it  fell  down  there,  do  you?  ”   there’s  a  softness  &  a  worry  to  her  voice  that  is  decidedly  uncharacteristic  to  the  girl,  usually  so  brash,  so  volatile.

dakota decided to just focus on finding the phone. there was no use in trying to confront or acknowledge her attitude. scurrying his eyes repeatedly against the concrete. “i’m dakota.” he stated as he stayed focused. when she mentioned the grate, his green orbs flashed over to it. “i really don’t think it went that far.” eyes flashed over to her as he talked. “but we can always look.” his stood up, quickly stepping to the grate to turn the flashlight on his phone. it looked dark and quite frankly, dakota couldn’t tell if there was anything down there. in fact, there was a sense of suspense and tension that washed over him. he had seen way too many horror movies to be comfortable with sticking his hands anywhere in there. “do you see it?”

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goldblcd·:

     𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 between being run over by a car or by a skateboard, he’d take the first. though he hopes that would be last time the young man would do something of that sort.  ❛  quicker isn’t always safer,  ❜  he points out. this isn’t his child, but the father in him has to say something.  ❛  apps for getting a drink?  ❜  yes, he’s so far behind this generation. what happened to just going up to the counter?  ❛  news to me too.  ❜

“it is when you were supposed to be home thirty minutes ago.” dakota and his dad had never had a good relationship --- especially after his parents’ divorce. it only grew worse over time. the male knew coming home late would cause the man, who was already strict, to have a come apart. he didn’t really care, he just didn’t want to deal with it. “yeah. you can download like starbucks and dunkin donuts and such and order your coffee and pay for it through the app.” he held out his phone to the man for him to see. “then you just pick it up when you get there. it’s typically already done.”

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