There's a black sheep in every flock.

Dylan Andreas Taylor. 29 the wild pony's bartender There's a black sheep in every flock.

[dylanandreastaylor]

Name: Dylan Andreas Taylor Nicknames: / Gender/Pronouns: Cis man / he, him Age: 29 Birthday: November 4th, 1992 Zodiac: Scorpio Sun, Virgo Rising, Sagittarius Moon Hometown: Llanbedrog, Wales, UK Neighborhood: Greystone Complex Occupation: Bartender at the Wild Pony / a wannabe writer Sexuality: Hetero. 

        From his very early days on, Dylan Andreas Taylor could not be seen without a book.. sure, it started with fairytales and fables only to lead up to Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia, but wherever Dylan was, a book was close by.  It was no wonder considering he was born in a small village of Llanbedrog in North Wales with a population that was around a thousand.. there was really nothing much to do except to read, play on the beach with his siblings, play a guitar or help out on the family farm.. which consisted of his brothers taking care of animals, while Dylan was sitting and reading.

        Naturally shy, he wasn’t one of those kids who were easily making friendships nor of those who were very active in the classroom.. he was a smart boy, but mostly kept to himself. However, in high school he had turned from the awkward looking kid into a gorgeous guy who made people turn heads.. which Dylan wasn’t really fond of. He was still the same old Dylan, only taller and as it seemed, far better looking. If his oldest brother Rhys was the high school’s rugby star, the Popular One, then Dylan was exactly the opposite of him.. always in the back of the classroom or outside smoking with a friend or two, not really caring about school activities or parties.

         Dylan was never interested in family farm or staying in Llanbedrog, so when it was time to go to college, he applied to NYU to study literature. It did help his oldest brother was in New York, which made Dylan feel much safer and comfortable with moving to a such a huge city. However, unlike of Rhys, he mostly spend his college years studying and reading, while attempting to write. That was his goal, to become a writer.. and judging by his classmates, he wasn’t the only one. It was ridiculous, really, that almost every single one of them was dreaming of becoming the next Joyce or Hemingway, but if you don’t dream, what do you do?

          Upon getting his bachelor degree at 21, Dylan really didn’t know what to do with himself.. he could have stayed in New York, true, have little or no money at all, or he could once again follow Rhys and move to Roswell. At least he wouldn’t be all alone, his expenses would be much smaller than in New York and he could focus on his writing. Sure, he could have stayed and work in a publishing company perhaps, but that wasn’t his goal.. he wanted to write, not read other people’s potential bestsellers.

          He doesn’t really know how it happened or when, but Dylan seemed to love Roswell much more than New York. It wasn’t as small as his hometown, nor it was as huge as his alma mater city.. one could get easily lost if they wanted, just as one could easily be found - if they wanted. It was certainly a city where the next big American novel could be written, or at least Dylan hoped so.

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junigreen·:

any literary reference flew right over juni’s head . the woman couldn’t remember the last time she picked up a book unless forced to . even the copy of ‘ what to expect when you’re expecting ‘ she was given sat dusty on a shelf , pages unturned . ❝ i know i’m right . ❞ head tilts rather cockily , pleased at herself that she managed to get him to agree . ❝ so i still think you should get her number and hang out . if not a ‘ date ‘ , it’s at least an experience and beats staying at home with your books or whatever . ❞ 

        A slight smile appeared as she victoriously proclaimed she was right, not that he could blame her. However, at this point, everyone was smarter than Dylan when it came to his’ life decisions. In his mind, an eternal web of chaos, nothing was working as it should be - not anymore. “I think,” the blond winked at Juniper as he stood up from his chair, “I’ll go talk to her some more. You,” that smile of his reappeared, “can be proud of yourself. You’ve done the impossible.”

                              - THE END -

[dylanandreastaylor]

dylan 💬 juni

juni: apparently i have been blessed by the free food gods

juni: a random food delivery just showed up at my door & i'm like 89% sure i didn't order anything. do i risk it and eat whatever is in there or ?? 😬

dylan: so not random. it's from me.

dylan: there's also a bottle of wine somewhere in there - go nuts;)

[annakarenina]

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astrafms​:

location: astra’s house

closed starter for: @dylanandreastaylor​

before her trip to las vegas, astra had made it a point to see dylan at least once a week. he brought a sense of familiarity and comfort that she needed, and despite her lingering and hidden feelings for him that extended beyond the platonic, she was bound and determined to maintain a friendship with him. but then the store got busy, and no matter how many times she’d tried to make it to the wild pony while he was on shift, unable to pull herself away from her store long enough to even breathe. astra felt what could only be described as an emptiness, and when that realization hit her she almost felt defeated. but the negative feelings vanished when it came to him being in her apartment, a grin on her features as she plopped down next to him on her couch, brown eyes practically shining as their gazes met. 

“i feel like it’s been fifteen years since i saw you,” she teased, a copy of an old book in her hands that she was hugging close, wondering whether she should gift it to him or not. astra had no clue why the work of fiction reminded her of him immediately, but the decision to purchase it had come easily, though now she was second-guessing it. “anything new in your life i need to know about?”

               Ever since the blonde made a return to his life, well sort of, all Dylan could think of was her. Which he hated. But for his mind to be so preoccupied with one person.. it was hell. A sort of hell he was masochistically enjoying. So when he found himself comfortably laying on Astra’s couch, it was only prior to that it got to him how he hadn’t seen the girl in ages. Well, ever since before her trip to Las Vegas. He should have called her, do more than texting.. but she had been also silent, no? Perhaps she really did meet someone in the city of sins.. a soulmate of hers who made everyone around her disappear, including Dylan. Not that he could blame her. “I think it’s been more, honestly,” the blond laughed as his eyes wandered from her features down to the book she was holding in her hands. Was she reading that? “What’s with the book, A? Scared I’ll steal it from you?” Dylan curiously eyed her, but book was already forgotten. Instead, Dylan was wondering who made her eyes shine like that. Because she really was happy.. as if she had just won the lottery. Was it really because of Vegas? Because of that special someone? Perhaps that was why she didn’t come to the Wild Pony after her trip.. “My life? Well- wait.. what about your life? It’s not me who’s grinning so hard right now.” Who made her smile like that?

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ameliaarquette·:

She was at a loss, it seemed. Her mind not knowing how to handle a situation like this, especially when he was so clammed up. Amelia knew better than to get hooked on the whys and the what-ifs, but here she was doing just that. She was never one to learn her lesson. Though there were questions swirling in her head, the blonde knew he always had the opposite reaction; When she was in a tizzy, her anxious ways tended to take a hold of her tongue - he usually retreated into himself. At least, that was from what she could remember. Now all she could think to do is meet his energy and attempt to get to some sort of normalcy. “Right.” She emphasized, her eyes searching his face for a tell on where his head was at, but there were so many factors involved that she couldn’t easily line the pieces up. It was interesting, since she was part of the reason why this was such a huge mess; Actually, she was the entire reason. Her face still managed to light up, “I’m glad you have people here. It’s important to have that support system.” It was caring, maybe a little too telling of her unresolved feelings but she managed to rein it in. “Mia’s here, in Roswell, actually.” She relayed the information, not sure if he was aware of her good friend being there or not. It also helped her situation look even less like it was about their major blow-up. Her major fuck-up. 

Amelia’s gaze followed his around the smaller store, only meeting his face again once his eyes were back from drifting. “I’m sure she’ll show up.” Still hopeful, honest yet filled with positivity. She was almost sick of herself, feeling that maybe she was in his face too much; Her very presence tainting his. It made her eyes break away to watch as her hands messed with her own fingers. The picking another nervous habit, but it was better than just bolting out the door the second her heart fell into her shoes. Upon not receiving a clear answer, she laid off some. “Uh…” The woman hesitated, not sure how to answer the question. Since seeing him, her fight or flight has been through the roof. But was it enough to drive her out of Roswell? “I’m not sure… I haven’t really been here that long, but I have no where to be.” Amelia swallowed, “Are you planning on sticking around?”

        Support system. Well, it was very much needed after their break-up. To leave the city he fell in love with because of the girl he fell in love with.. his entire life turned upside down the moment she left. The moment she broke the promise the two of them gave to each other. The promise of trust. “Oh, yeah, I know. I saw her here and there.” But he never thought Amelia would come here to see her. To leave the bright city lights for a small town in the middle of nowhere.. was it destiny? “Yeah, maybe,” he took his phone out of his jacket to see whether his friend made any calls or texts and upon seeing she actually did text him how she’s waiting for him in one of the cafe shops not far away, Dylan put his phone back into his jacket, deciding she could wait for a minute or more still. Even if he wanted to leave, the blonde in front of him mesmerized him as always.. which part of him hated, while part of him admired. Was she even aware of the effect she’d had on him? “I think you’ve got the whole world.. waiting for you.” Perhaps that was what pulled him to her.. the way she could have the whole world wrapped around her finger if she wanted to. It was enough of her to smile and the world would fall down on its knees.. as if she were a goddess. “Yeah, I’ve been here for quite some time.. and Roswell became a home. I’ve made friends, I’ve got a job, I write here and there, it’s okay.. if you like small cities, that is.” But for her to not be sure whether she’d stay here or not, was she really thinking of staying in Roswell? And how would that look like? Sure, he dreamed of this moment, of seeing her once again, of talking to her.. but to see her in Roswell was surreal. And to hear her say she wasn’t sure whether she’d stay or not.. there was a real possibility she’d stay. “I don’t know if Roswell is really your cup of tea, but it’s not so bad,” he shrugged before he quickly added, “and as you’ve said, Mia is here.”

[dylanandreastaylor]

junigreen·:

❝ yeah , when we’re old and gross and probably consider going to walmart in our pjs ‘ date night ‘  . ❞ would it be unsavoury to be the couple of mid thirty somethings tucked into a booth making out a planet 7 ?? that’s how long juniper figures it’ll take before they have some semblance of a life outside of working and being parents . when daycare and after school activities are finally in the picture . ❝ okay , you’re giving me mild creeper vibes , dylan .  like, borderline serial killer . you have to care just the teensiest , no ?? drunk people with stories are people that have lived , not just who read or write about living in books . ❞

       A borderline serial killer.. without a second thought, Dylan laughed not even wanting to really comment on that, but to be seen as such on the outside when in fact was just the opposite, and simply because he chose to be alone, it was definitely something unexpected. “I think Bukowski would agree wholeheartedly with you on that, and so do I as a matter of a fact, but,” giving the other a mere shrug, “sometimes it’s easier to..” and what he wanted to say was to stop life from happening, to gain a control whatsoever, but life was happening regardless, no? “You know, maybe you’re right. Maybe I should definitely live more.” The fact was, Juniper was definitely right. 

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enderbaptista·:    

at dylan’s words , ender gulped behind the rim of her empty cup . it wasn’t often that she allowed anybody to see an inch of weakness — she was the queen bee , after all , but even those that ruled the roost needed a moment of solace every once in a while . there weren’t many people she could truly confide in , with her cousin having more problems than she could count on one hand and her heather’s having endless back-to-back relationship problems , and for the most part she put up and shut up , choosing instead to grin and stand tall . being on the receiving end of advice , for once , caused the woman to buckle ; clearing her throat , she lowered the porcelain and looped her jacket over one arm . “ i’ll think about it , “ responded the girl , as though she hadn’t thought about it every day since her and aoife’s first date . she had replayed their lips brushing , their hands touching , toes twirling on frozen ground — never before had she felt like such a princess , as though her happily ever after was finally within arm’s reach , “ just as you should think about giving that waitress your number . we can’t both stay miserable forever , dylan — we have to take the leap sooner or later , “ a soft smile , standing and gesturing to the door , “ — walk me home ?? it’s only greystone , “ 

                                     - THE END -

[dylanandreastaylor]

rhysevantaylor​:

“Did I say that?” Rhys questioned, his expression very much expressing his amusement in that moment. He thought about it a lot, he thought about it too much probably, but that didn’t mean he’d actually do it, it was way too complicated. “Not sure it’s something I could even do now I have Elena anyway. Either way it’s going to involve me moving away from her or her moving away from her mother. It’s not ideal. Not like I’d expect Nora to follow me into the middle of nowhere to co-parent… you know, other than here.” He laughed softly.

           Shrugging, Dylan continued to listen to his brother, though he wouldn’t be surprised if Rhys harbored thoughts about moving to back Wales someday. “You do realize that Elena will soon go to college and will leave both you and Nora? I mean, we left Wales to go to college in New York.. I don’t think our parents, especially mom was too happy to have two of her kids so far away, but she still let us go.” Despite the fact that Rhys was actually his half-brother, Dylan had never seen him as such, nor he ever would. Rhys was his brother, that was it. “She’s about to start her own life, Rhys.” 

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ameliaarquette·:

The situation was sick, all the way down to the fact she was adorning a white dress. It was as if Fate were pulling some sideways joke and laughing in her Amelia’s ear - nothing short of a death march in tune. Dread was working its way through her chest, but before it could cause her heart any real damage, the male reciprocated her greeting. Even if they were both short, shock flickered across her tiny features. 

He should hate her.

She knew she hated herself for what she’d done, and Dylan of all people had every right to be the president of that club. If she could take it all back, she would. At the end of the day the damage was done, and though he also seemed to be struggling for air, it was how he was looking at her in the dress that brought some cushion to this monumental blow. Amelia wondered if her eyes were giving her away, much like how his were; His hair always managed to be so perfectly in place - even when tousled, his eyes still drawing hers in to the point she was struggling not to have her line of sight flicker to his lips.

It took more than a moment for her brain to process the question. The blonde’s head slowly nodding before she was able to get anything out of her, “In the flesh.” She attempted to take the conversation in a lighter way, not wanting to dwell on the specifics as to what led her here. “I needed a change of scenery. You know me.” Her charismatic smile making the rest of her glow as she ran a hand through her hair (a nervous habit she was never able to break). Why was she so nervous yet so confident, all of a sudden? “Can I Uno-reverse-card the question back at you?” Her brow arched, her smile softening before adding, “I’d also like to give kudos to whoever got you to come into a thrift shop.” The joke delivered perfectly. Though there was authenticity in her words, it was an attempted prod at his relationship status.

             In the flesh. Upon hearing that, Dylan slowly breathed out as if that would help him accept the fact that the girl that still got him, was standing in front of him in white dress that fitted her perfectly. Was that life’s cruel joke? To stumble upon his ex while she looked even more perfect? What did he do for the gods to play such a joke on him? “Right.” Did he know her? He didn’t know what to answer to that question.. he thought he knew her, but then she cheated on him and.. nothing was same anymore. But what he did notice was how her hand through her hair which did make him smile lightly, thinking how some things would truly never change.. so perhaps he did know her. Some bits of her, while the rest of them.. “Rhys is here. So I’m here.” In other words, he ran away from New York after everything. But it wasn’t as if she was the only reason behind his move to Roswell.. New York was expensive and how possibly could a writer to be afford living in such a city without a well-paid job? So, no, it wasn’t entirely because of a certain blonde. “Yeah..” looking around the store, Dylan shrugged, “she’s still not here.” For a man who used to talk to her till the very early morning hours he became a man who could only say a word or two to her, give her incredibly short sentences.. but how could he possibly talk to her when he still couldn’t believe she was really here. In Roswell. “You’re passing through or came to stay?” There, he could still ask a question, hoping she couldn’t sense how shocked he was. But then again, it wasn’t as he could really hide it. Dylan was an open book. 

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ameliaarquette·:

Location: Better Off Duds

Time: 12:37 pm

Status: CLOSED ( @dylanandreastaylor· )

Giggling was heard throughout the thrift store, and it was definitely not Amelia’s doing. In fact, this whole outing wasn’t her idea. It’s the result of having local friends who needed the blonde to fully experience all Roswell had to offer. Who was the young woman to turn down a new dress or two? It just wouldn’t be her to bow out of the bonding experience. Now there she was, in the claustrophobic dressing room she was shoved into with three different outfit choices she was supposed to show off. A part of her was high off the folly of it all; Being caught up in the moment of laughter and joy. It was always the little distractions she favored. 

The first garment she tugged on was the one she didn’t think much about. At least, that was until she looked at herself in the worn mirror. The white fabric breathable but not see-through - already racking up all the points for that little aspect. With further inspection, it was evident that the dress that fell right below her knees was a reworked vintage piece from around the 50′s. Even with how snug the top was, the buttons elongated the v neck in the slightest way. Amelia thought it was still classy whilst also accentuating the right areas before the swing skirt made its statement. The blonde took a deep breath, her hands smoothing out the skirt before announcing as she began opening the door, “So, what do you think?”

Who she walked right into was the last face she thought she’s ever had to see. Here? In Roswell? Why? Her eyes were trapped on his blue ones as her jaw fell agape. She attempted to get more air in her lungs, but it was seemingly difficult when it felt as though the rug were yanked from beneath her feet. 

“Hey.” The word squeaked out, this run-in an obviously hard pill to swallow down.

            Dylan was about to meet one of his friends, supposedly she was waiting for him in the thrift shop. Now, all Dylan knew were bookstores, while clothes and stuff like that.. not the main priority. So of course, as a typical male, he wasn’t so excited about going into a thrift shop, but what a guy has to do, a guy has to do. Obviously, as he made his entrance into the shop, his friend was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear laughter coming from the back. It could be her, probably she already ran into someone else. But Dylan wouldn’t bet on his luck; he would probably have to stay here for quite some time.

           The thing was, he didn’t know anyone in the back. True, there were some familiar faces, but he didn’t know their names. However, when the door of the changing room opened, Dylan lightly smiled expecting to see his friend only to be eyes to eyes with those familiar locks of blonde hair.. it was her. The one woman he didn’t expect. Sure, he had hoped. All of this time, he was hoping he’d see her again.. but those were dreams, when in reality, what were the chances that he would run into her in Roswell? Amelia Arquette-Deveaux, the one he dreams about, the one he writes about.. the joy of his existence, the bane of his existence.. standing in front of him.

             And he lost the ability to speak. For a moment. Looking aside as if to gather his strength, he had two abilities.. to walk away or to speak up. The first one wasn’t really an option because he’d likely make few steps only to return back to her. Literally, all he could do was to speak up. “Hi.” Taking a deep breathe because, dammit, was she supposed to look like that? That dress suited her perfectly and she could easily pass as the goddess of the Hollywood’s 50′s era.. there was no way Frank Sinatra or Elvis Presley wouldn’t write a song about her. “What are you..” how does he even speak to her? What was he supposed to say to her? “You’re in Roswell?”

[austinbutlerr]

Austin Butler describing himself Elvis.

[your-neighbours-cat]

[dylanandreastaylor]

junigreen·:

❝ jaden prefers to stay home , i don’t . but having a kid and each a full time job doesn’t exactly leave time for dates . ❞ shoulders simply shrug , not willing to get into the finer details . that they could make some sort of time if they really wanted to . ❝ you’re a real stick in the mud , you know that ?? no dates , no hookups . what do you do you do then ?? ❞

           Not that it was any business of his, but Dylan knew other couples who had a kid and still managed to go out on dates. But then again, Dylan was clueless when it came to children. “Well, when she grows up a bit, I’m sure Jaden and you’ll take the city by storm.” Though he had a feeling Juniper wasn’t so sure of that. “I know. I am.” The blond grinned. “I’m a blond vegetable who spends their time reading books. And writing.” And pining for his ex-girlfriend. “Plus, I listen to way too many drunks telling me about their love life, that I am simply not interested in my own.” A lie.

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roswellwinter·:

her tongue pokes out as her nose scrunches up, a faint grumble escaping her lips - but it’s noticeably more lighthearted, because when it comes to discussing the more disappointing parts of winter’s life, the blonde doesn’t like to dwell too long. at least, not when she’s talking to other people - no, the dwelling is exclusively saved for inside her own head, an unwillingness to allow others to deal with her demons flooding her veins. “you say that, but when we’re fifty and i’m picking your kids up from high school parties because they’re too scared to call you because they’re drunk and i’m the fun wine aunt, you’ll be eating your words,” she hummed, a grin spreading across her face as she brought her drink to her lips, before she took another sip. “i don’t think i’m cut out for life. leave me and my library full of romance novels, i’ll make do.”

                “My kids?” Dylan had to laugh upon hearing that because if anything, that was the last thing on his mind. To be in love, yes, but to have kids.. that was something entirely different. “I’m sure you’ll be the one with kids, Winter.” And he could see it for her.. all too well. Dylan was sure of one thing - when she’d fall for someone, it would be a fairytale. There was no other way. “Unfortunately, I am about to leave you,” throwing a look on the clock behind her, he realized he was late to his shift, “but do come to the Wild Pony so we can continue this,” he took out his wallet to leave enough money for both of their drinks, “and so I can tell you what romance novels you should read,” of course Jane Austen would be on the list he thought to himself as he left the money on the table. “Don’t be a stranger, Winter.”