Life's A Party

Dylan Carter || 17 || Junior Personification of Dionysus “The faithful of Dionysus seek contact with those forces which...lead to a refusal of the politics, ambitions and limitations of ordinary social life. This does not involve simply a recognition of world harmony, but also an active participation in an experience which surpasses and upsets the order of material life.”

[disarminglydeceptive-blog]

∞ - # - ♦ - x - ♥ - *

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

12:58am

To: Love Of My Life

I had the cute bartendeer

**bartender heh deer

cute bartender make me a drink

01:25am

I think she sliiiped some LISD ins there/?

if i don’t come home it’s because i’ve gne home wihtt the harlequin elephant that’s eyeing me up acorrs the dancesfkoor

# - For an angry text

08:18am

To: Love Of My Life

NEXT TIME I TEXT YOU AFTER I HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN DATE-DRUGGED YOU FUCKING COME GET ME BEFORE I GO HOME WITH A GIRL WHO HAS SIXTEEN DIFFERENT BLACK LIPSTICKS. I COUNTED.

♦ - For a rushed text.

07:43am

To: Love Of My Life

probably too late for this but whatever you do DON’T GO INTO THE MUSIC ROOM THIS MORNING

x - For a secret text.

18:27pm

To: Love Of My Life

I called you an oaf in front of Adalia. I have hashtag no ragrets; not even one letter.

♥ - For a regular text.

To: Love Of My Life

12:45pm

I’m hungry and you’re late. Where the fuck are you? How are we ever going to get married if I /know/ you’re going to be late to the wedding? How can I trust you when you’re late to lunch?!

* - For an early morning text.

To: Love Of My Life

05:20 am

Morning! It’s morning, everyone! Today’s the day! The sun is shining, the tank is clean, and we are getting out of - /gasps/ the tank is clean. THE TANK IS CLEAN!

[lastcallforlovers-blog]

∞ - # - ♦ - x - ♥ - *

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

11:14pm

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

dnlay

dnlaydb com e dance k with meE!!1

ima ttbhte cluinb wihtb the redd dooor?>/

come badnace!!!

# - For an angry text

09:42am

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

I AM NEVER GOING 2 FORGIVE U 4 THIS. EVER. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. IM SO ANGRY @ U! I NEED A COFFEE NOW UGH. 

♦ - For a rushed text.

11:01am

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

ok no but this is urgent where r u im rly stressed i need some1 2 play music 2 calm me down and idk where alexander or heath is pls dylan pls now now now quick 

x - For a secret text.

20:12pm

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

so I’ve had a think about it and maybe i over-reacted when i got angry @ u a few days ago. im still angry but maybe i shouldn’t have been that angry. i mean ur a /boy/ what did i expect??? 

♥ - For a regular text.

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

10:31am

Want 2 grab something 2 eat l8r? 

* - For an early morning text.

To: Cutie Pie Party Boy

06:48 am

Dylan Carter this is ur wake-up text bc the Dean will murder u if ur late again so WAKE UP!!!! xoxo

[dylan-carterx]

(☉_☉)

.... THIS IS WHY I NEED NEW LOCKS ON THE DOOR. Jesus Pax. Well, in lieu of this, I make no apologies. It's my house, I can walk around stark naked.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send (☉_☉) and my muse will have to explain why they have no clothes on.

[dylan-carterx]

Bacon, Pancakes, & Girls || Dylan & Hunter

[hunterosmund]

Hunter was pretty close to Dylan’s when he got the first text message, seeing as he had stayed the night at some random girl’s place he met at a party he had gone to. Nothing had happened, the girl had called him and seemed pretty strung out, Hunter just showed up to make sure she was okay. It only took a couple of minutes to get to the diner where he’d be meeting his friend and the first thing he ordered was two cups of fresh black coffee. Dylan soon joined him, sitting on the other side of the table. “Don’t worry, coffee should be here soon. I asked for a fresh pot.” Hunter nodded before taking the menu and glancing over it. “So what’s going on with the ladies?” He quirked a brow without lifting his eyes from the lamented paper.

[dylan-carterx]

He grinned as Hunter mentioned already ordering the coffee. "Sustenance of the God's man." He murmured, leaning against the back of the booth. "And you're going to get your usual. I guarantee it." He teased, sticking out his tongue. He didn't need to look over the menu as the waitress came over. "Alright boys, what's it gonna be this time?" She asked, leaning on the booth. "Double home fries, bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, and rye toast with butter for me." He mused, grinning up at the woman. "Alrighty, darlin'. And for you, hun?" She asked, turning to Hunter. "Break the bank, man, I made a killing last week." Dylan offered, digging in his backpack for a notebook.

[dylan-carterx]

Bacon, Pancakes, & Girls || Dylan & Hunter

Longboarding down the street, backpack adorned, Dylan weaved seamlessly through traffic to the diner a few blocks away from his pad, where he often frequented his morning before school. Hopping off the board, he lifted it in his arm as he made his way into the small space, finding Hunter easily among the heads in the booths. "Tell me you ordered coffee for us, please. I'm coming down off this kick." He said, chuckling. "And lord do I have a story to tell you before Poppy gets her claws in it."

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Dylan → Wrong Number

Adalia: See how you address me? Stark? Like I'm some soldier? Yeah, that's not attractive either.

Adalia: On top of the 1,138 other things I can't stand about you.

Adalia: So to answer your question, Carter, never.

Dylan: I address you the way you address me, sweetpea.

Dylan: One date, and I bet those 1,000 things will not matter.

Dylan: Pretty please, pretty gal?

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Baloo → Bagheera •ᴥ•

Bagheera: I'm awake, haven't slept yet actually.

Bagheera: What kind of a peptalk?

Bagheera: You seem pretty pepped up already.

Bagheera: But I'm not turning down a free breakfast.

Bagheera: I'm feeling pancakes, so ihop?

Bagheera: Don't forget the new product.

Baloo: It involves women. Three of them.

Baloo: Me? Forget? HA.

Baloo: I'll be there in ten.

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Baloo → Bagheera •ᴥ•

Baloo: HEY! Need a peptalk.

Baloo: Also, got some serious new product to try.

Baloo: Like legit, Mel loved this shit.

Baloo: So come on, Sunday Funday, I'll pay for breakfast.

Baloo: If you're awake that is.

Baloo: Cause I snorted some ritalin last night and WOW.

[dylan-carterx]

....

[melruinz-blog]

[Mel rolls their eyes when Dylan unashamedly walks around in his boxers. They eye the joint, suspicious of this so-called ‘new substance.’ And what’s with all these gender assignments?] She? [Still, curiosity and the hunger for a hit moves them to take the offer up despite their skepticism. They distance themself from Dylan to the wall adjacent to them. As with all joints, they handle the one in their fingers delicately, placing it between their lips and lighting it up with a match from their pocket. Starting off slow, they close their eyes and lean back as they begin to appraise “her.” It’s strong, robust, spicy, and almost sweet from the citrus fruitiness. While the high is yet to be experience, Mel knows Carter delivered with this one. They flutter their eyes open, slipping the joint from their lips and offering it back to Dylan.] How much?

[dylan-carterx]

[He chuckled at them, shrugging] I think all gorgeous things are usually she's. Occasionally he's. But I'll quit the gender profiling, hermosa. [He watched as they took in the taste, the feel of the new product, tilting his head with piqued interest, then watched the look come over that told him he'd sold them.] Tell you what, my love. You help me sell the shit out of this... [He went back to his bedside table, pulling out a decent sized zip-lock] You get your own brick. Free of charge. But this is going to have wide demand. I'll need a partner in crime. Someone who won't fuck up on me. And I know you, Ruiz. Fucking up is not part of your itinerary. 

[dylan-carterx]

....

[cadence-bailey]

[Upon getting the text, Cadence started over immediately, interest causing her to rush. Upon arriving she spotted Dylan quickly, and slid into the booth across from him. Elbows on the table and chin in her hands, she rushed through pleasantries, hoping a smile would suffice, simply eager to reach the point.] So, care to elaborate on your text?

[dylan-carterx]

[He grinned as she sat across from him, lighting up a cigarette.] Well.... Let me start off by saying I ordered us pizza. And that I hope you like wine, they never card me here. [He ruffled his hair, thinking of how to approach the situation he was in, knowing she'd be honest.] On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best, how would you rank me as boyfriend material?

[dylan-carterx]

Paint Me A Picture || Dylan & Eden

[fortheloveofeeeds]

Eden grinned. “Oh, don’t say that. Now I have high expectations.” A playful little smirk played on her lips as she tapped her fingers on her knee anxiously. She was excited- nervous, but excited. She hated how she herself couldn’t remain the calm and elegant woman protagonist that she had already read in her novels or seem in movies. She was far too jittery and self conscious to actually do anything.

She let Dylan lead them up to the roof. It reminded her of the last time they were there. The blonde smiled graciously as she sat down opposite if him. She pulled her legs up with her and then wrapped her arms around them her hand gripped firmly onto the notebook. She honestly didn’t know where to start or if she should just be quiet and let things work themselves out. Or maybe he didn’t even want to jump right to it. That was a possibility. 

Eden let out a little hum before looking over to him and finally speaking. “Do you spend a lot of time on the roof?” Her brows perked upward as she started to become genuinely interested. “I got on the roof of my house once, but it gave my mom a heart attack.”

[dylan-carterx]

He chuckled as she pulled her legs up to her chest, becoming seemingly comfortable. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit up, debating on how to answer the question. "Well, yes. Mostly because I sit up here with a glass of wine, ponder shit. Try to sort out all the cabobble in my head and make light of everything." He murmured, ashing into his make shift ash tray. He took another pull, scratching his forehead as he exhaled. "You wouldn't believe how many troubles a guy has to sort out in his mind when he's all fun and party." He shrugged his shoulders before he smiled, glancing up at her. "I'm sure she did. Rummor has it that Momma Bailey keeps close eye on all her girls. I'm sure she'd have a heart attack if she ever met me." He teased. He leaned up on his elbows, then, asking the question that had been shot at him the other day. "You know what I'm all about. Or at least what people think I'm all about. Drugs, parties, alcohol, a good time. Think you could handle being around my party boy ways? I'd never make you try anything of course. But just in case you decide to follow down the rabbit hole."

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Dylan → Wrong Number

Adalia: Carter, I will castrate you if photos get sent to this number.

Adalia: God knows the entire school has probably had a glance at those tattoos by now. Save me. Go show them off to Eden, or Imogen. Whoever you're fucking these days.

Dylan: ... My Gods, she knows how to use her phone. You know, I text you the other day. No response to my usual requests.

Dylan: Seriously Stark, when're you just gonna love me?

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Dylan → Wrong Number

Oliver: ...

Oliver: You have a fan club?

Oliver: I'm getting very concerned.

Dylan: ... fuck me, beer googles and wrong numbers.

Dylan: Doesn't everyone?

Dylan: Trust me, if you're nice, you help people, and you've got a good smile, I'm sure you'll have one someday too.

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Dylan → Wrong Number

Henry: What?

Henry: I think you have the wrong number. I have no idea what tattoos you're talking about.

Dylan: .... Okay we're gonna start this conversation over.

Dylan: HENRY! How's it going man? Long time no talk.

[dylan-carterx]

Text ✉ Dylan → Wrong Number

Holly: What?

Holly: Who is this? How did you get my number?

Holly: What tattoo? Never mind, I /really/ don't want to know.

Dylan: OH! Wow.... My Bad.

Dylan: Well, all the phones have everyone's number.

Dylan: I guess it picked someone else's number, I'm terribly sorry.

[ledgerndary]

I don’t like to be me. I’m not so comfortable being me on screen because then I’d be a presenter. I’m not Jimmy Fallon.