---- x | i am the fire.

DYLAN R. CARTER ; 34. showrunner. producer. actress. activist.♦ ♢ ♦ i'm not going to get somewhere and say, "okay, i'm d o n e ."SUCCESS is never | final | .same way failure is never fatal. i'm going to the s t a r s, & [ -- p a s s them ]

[dylanrcarterr]

---- JASON GREY;

   “Am surprise and that sounds like torture, carbs are like seriously good. How will you survive Dy?” he said with a laugh as he looked and smile at them, “you always steal my food because they are amazing and i think i have just gotten use to it now. Don’t worry you can have all my fries, you need it”

“Been through worse things, Jase.” The blonde responded, “Sure, this makes the list, but it’s no where near the top. Gotta go with the punches, and I love my job. So.” Dylan smiled as the male commented on their irritating habit, without malice in his tone. “See -- this is why I keep you around. You get it.”

[dylanrcarterr]

---- JADE BRISTOL;

The rhetorical question made Jade falter in her step, reminded of a time when sex and work were one-in-the-same. Well, in that one would lead to the other. But she had moved past that and fancied herself at the top of her field. She tried not to let the past affect her these days. “Is that an invitation?” Jade diverted the topic to the latter by teasing the other.

Dylan perked a brow at the blonde across from them, a slight smirk hidden within their features, "If you think you can handle it." They tossed back, before shrugging, "I mean, I would hate to ruin your precised image of me."

[dylanrcarterr]

---- ISABELLA LUNA;

Isa had considered telling Dylan about her pregnancy, but it was still early yet and she knew better to be careful about it. Things could happen, especially after what had occurred a few weeks back. “Thanks, I’m in not much of a drinking mood as of late. “ A small smile framed her lips as she peered at them while they walked into the suite. “Yeah, It’s been really good. I’m glad that I accepted your offer to stay here. I really needed it, Dyl. I don’t know how to thank you.”

"You don't feel like drinking much as of late?" The blonde questioned, with an arched brow. "I would ask how that is, but it sounds like fate worse than death." Then giving a one shoulder shrug, they sat the glass down upon the glassed coffee table, and smiled at Isa. "Nothing. I don't want anything for this. It's a gift from me to you. If you're insistent on repaying me, you can do so by continuing to enjoy your time here. Unwind. Let use." Their eyes widened a bit, the element of excitement clear upon their features. "You know what? Get dressed, I'm taking you out. On the town, my treat. No but's, if's, or and's about it."

[dylanrcarterr]

text; dylan + zoe.

Dylan: Fine fine, but this doesn't mean I like it.

Dylan: Since when?

ZOE: you LOVE it - don't lie.

ZOE: since always, shh.

Dylan: I don't love anything. My heart is black.

Dylan: Nope, never agreed to that.

[ilovekcassidy]

Everyone was really warm and welcoming, and made me feel comfortable. One of the first days of shooting, I had a scene with a ketchup bottle. (…) That was kind of the ice-breaker for me.

[dylanrcarterr]

---- BROOKE ADAMS;

“I can’t believe you just—” She cut herself off, glancing up at the blonde with open eyes. “You take another girl’s man before you take her fries, Dylan.” Now she was just having fun with it, and the smile on her face give it away. She moved the plate towards the middle of the table, implying that she could have however many she wanted. “Yeah, I don’t know how people do that. I was reading something once and it talked about going raw vegan? All the props in the world for people who pull that off, but it’s not a lifestyle I can see for myself.” 

Dylan squinted as Brooke's words sat in, a small shake of their head following, as their lips puckered out as if they were in deep thought. Before then plopping their shoulders down, and letting out a heavy sigh, "Nah." They tossed back, "Ain't a man worth the trouble these fries could put me in." Reaching for another fry, "I'll go to hell and back for a good plate of fries, so you wanna duke it out, Adams, you know where I live." They teased, before popping the fry into their mouth, and chewing. A pleased smile formed among their features once they saw the plate had been more to the center of the table. Swallow. "Honestly, I'm all about a challenge. But this one? This one was way over before it started. I love food way too much. Like you could put a large New York style pizza in front of me right now, and I'd die happy. It doesn't take much." Their words were pretty much true. "I give them props though. That's some dedication." And they reached for another fry.

[dylanrcarterr]

---- JADE BRISTOL;

“Work hair,” Jade stressed with a roll of her eyes, thinking back to being unexpectedly rained on while she was trying to work on the script of her next episode out in the park. “Not all of us get to look perfectly put-together all the time,” she poked the actress.

"Is there much of a difference?" They spoke up, referring to the fact that work was their dirty mistress, and really, not much seemed to get in the way of that. The next few words that came flying out of the blonde's mouth seemed to bring a wide smile upon their features, and a laughter flowing from their own. "You should see me when I get out of bed in the morning." They responded, "And when I've got the day off." Grant it, those were rare. "I can take real pride in looking like a hot mess."

[isaiahsmustafa-deactivated20170]

[mzkatiecassidys]

[dylanrcarterr]

“So,” Dylan began, as they slid into the booth opposite another person, and grabbed one of the fries off the plate that rested before said person. “I’m starting filming on this new film, and in preparation, I’ve been put on a no carb, all vegan diet–” They explained, as they shoved the fry into their mouth, and barely chewed it before swallowing. “–Let me tell you, how people convert to this lifetime willing will forever be a mystery to me.” Grabbing another fry, “Life’s too damn short, man.” Placing the fry in their mouth, and swallowed, before taking another. “And I’m this close to killing someone for a slice of bread. So, yes, I’m stealing your food — consider it a ‘IOU’ account.”

[dylanrcarterr]

---- HAZEL BOYD;

“Of course you mean it. I would be surprised if you didn’t,” said Hazel and laughed. “And I do give you my full permission to kill me if I do something as stupid as name my kids after celebrities or celebrity kids, because that’s… That’s just not alright.” She shook her head fiercely, hoping she wouldn’t stoop so low and name her kids like that. Dylan’s kind words warmed Hazel from the inside out. She needed them more than she knew. It was tough being pregnant and mostly on her own, specially with twins and with an ailing dad too. “Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me. I’m gonna have to insist you go with me to the nearest cafe so I can buy you coffee and cake.”

Dylan had to give Hazel props, while they knew they'd never be a mother themselves, it was still a gift to those who wanted to be, and could be. To be carrying twins on top of it, twice the gift, sure, but also twice the strain. They might've not known how it really was, but they remembered well from when Cassie was pregnant, and having been there every second of the moment, they were more than aware that it was not easy. Therefore, their words were honest. The smile among their features only seemed to brighten when coffee and cake was brought into the conversation, but quickly they shook their head, "You're a godsend, Boyd. But really, that's not necessary."

[dylanrcarterr]

---- ISABELLA LUNA;

Isabella paused when she heard the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she parted her lips to ask who it was, only to sigh in relief when she recognized the voice on the other end. “Hey, Dyl,” she smiled at them, eyeing around the room. “It’s nice, and I may have been a bit wrong.” While she still felt uncomfortable, she wasn’t prepared to make them feel bad for it. “Sure come on in.” Her face dropped momentarily when she saw the margarita glassed. “Oh, but I’m not really thirsty.” In fact, she was just pregnant. 

“Hey Isa.” The blonde greeted back, a kind smile among their features. With both glasses held up, they were quite surprised when Isa declined the offer. But not disappointed enough to try and convince her otherwise. “Okay.” They spoke, before then dumping one glass into the other, pushing pass her, they let themselves into the suite. “But if you change your mind, I know you’ve noticed the fully stocked bar. Go to town, my friend.” Bringing the glass closer to their lips, “Are you finding some relaxation? Hopefully you’ve allowed yourself some time away from socialization.” And by that, they meant the ex.

[dylanrcarterr]

---- SEBASTIAN LAWRENCE;

“So I bought this keyboard from a guy on Craigslist, and it was fifty dollars, but I thought it was going to be worthwhile– y’know?” Fifty dollars was way more than he could afford to spend on anything, but he thought that with his new keyboard he could maybe make a little more money during his ‘shows’. “Turns out it wasn’t even the keyboard he was advertising.. None of the keys work and a few are broken or not there.. I should’ve looked in the box he gave me before he left..” He sighed heavily at his own stupidity. 

“Well, I hope he’s happy with my fifty dollars.” There isn’t a hint of sarcasm or malice in his voice as he looked down dejectedly at the useless keyboard, “Probably needed it for something important..”

Dylan was surprised by the freshness of his reaction on being ripped off. A shock to them, if anything. Considering they, and all of the people they knew, did not think that way. If they brought something, they wanted their money’s worth. Not a damaged or useless product. Yet, the kid before them took a more positive, grant it, ridiculous, but positive approach to the situation. “Well, aren’t you a unicorn.”

[dylanrcarterr]

---- JADE BRISTOL;

“It’s not sex hair,” Jade rolled her eyes at the person assessing her half-curled, half-matted mane. “I got rained on.”

“Uh-huh.” They replied as they came closer to their friend, “Sex hair.” Dylan settled on, crystal hues lingered over the mess of locks, and a smirk creeped across their features. “Why lie?”

[dylanrcarterr]

---- RAVEN MOORE;

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Raven screamed as she opened the bag, jumping and throwing the bag closed again. “Don’t touch that bag.” She whispered, approaching the person behind her. “Just… Leave it on the counter… Walk away… And pretend that nothing’s in it. Sound like a plan?”

Dylan had been mind their own business, going through the schedule they had programed into their phone. Mindlessly making notes of all that needed done still. Their attention would be pulled from their task at the high pitched scream, turning their head towards the direction of it to find a woman freaking out. Furrowing their brows, their hues fell to the bag briefly, before back up at her. “I guess.” They responded, “You okay over there?” Rather they were referring to their freak out, or mental state. Well, that was anyone’s guess.

[dylanrcarterr]

---- SAVANNAH CHURCH;

“I don’t think there will ever be a year that I don’t find a note that reads something like, ‘The things i’d do to Ms. Church sure aren’t holy,’ or more explicit, in detail suggestions. I might have to start dressing like I own fifty cats if it keeps up.” 

“Teenage boys --- always the treat.” The blonde commented, “You could, but I think that’d only be giving them more ammo then they deserve. Imagination, fantasy, they go along way. Especially when you give them something to work with.”

[thequotejournals]

Nobody loved her and she wouldn’t have liked it if they had, for she considered love a serious disability.

Toni Morrison, Beloved (via anubiswrites)