TUNNEL VISION.

“I suppose we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity; our lovers’ necks are so soft.”

[isaacreinhart]

tony-lyckholm ,

A hollow laugh stirred up from his throat and Tony craned his neck toward his company, “Why you tryin’ so hard, man? You think a burner phone gon make a difference?” He marked with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “I mean, I’m touched,” Tony said with faux warmth, lazily placing his hand over his chest for further effect. There was reciprocal respect the two men shared, albeit never explicitly expressed. And though Tony wouldn’t divulge in the slightest, he felt an iota of admiration for Isaac, too. Sometimes he felt that the other had some kind of intrinsic insight of him, making it just enough for Tony to be unstrained around him. “I, uh, was walkin’ the dog.”

               “Well I was real fucking hurt that you didn’t invite me,” a scowl tumbled through, teasing lilt splicing through any genuine choler in regards to the two who were notorious for their stints of disappearance acts. Isaac settled down, nodding at Tony as if sharing riveting bounds of information that were never before announced, “You know they got dog parks for that, right? Could fill your social quota for the year without taking more than five steps.” He was hypocritically filled with snark, bearing a grin to show just how aware he was of such hypocrisy, the expression signaling a ceasefire to his relentless quips for now. 

[charlesleclerrc]

D.J. Cotrona on instagram stories.

[isaacreinhart]

                “...Every Sunday, like clockwork, my neighbor comes and drops dinner on my doorstep. I know I should be grateful but it’s always got raisins in it of some regard and she always looks fucking delighted to pick up the clean dish and hear how much I enjoyed it. I’m starting to think I should pretend to leave town for a while or something.” A pause was elicited, a mild shake of his head produced as if mulling it all over again in his head, knowing full well he could rip the bandaid off in his quintessentially crass nature. “I don’t know if her endgame is to adopt me or poison me, though I’m not sure I’m about to find out.” He wasn’t sure where such rant was pulled from, any bouts of communication typically reserved for surly grunts or scowls, a shrug of finality ceasing his extempore. 

[megan-fox]

D.J. Cotrona arrives for The Paley Center For Media’s PaleyFest 2016 Fall TV Preview - El Rey at The Paley Center for Media on September 9, 2016 in Beverly Hills, California.

[isaacreinhart]

tessxbryant,

Tess’ eyes widened at the question and was instantly filled with regret for stopping him. What was she supposed to say, that Georgie spilled the beans and confessed everything to Tess at their fucking sleepover? No, that wouldn’t go over well, and Tess wasn’t that kind of friend to throw her friend under the bus like that - and it was a big fucking bus. Thinking quick, without making much sense, she smiled, “Oh I-yeah, neighbor.” It wasn’t technically a lie, she did grow up in this neighborhood and she was headed to her mom’s house later. Technically, I’m a neighbor. “I live on Cedar.”

               Isaac could near cringe at anybody being neighborly, the only one who had claim to that right of passage being Sophia and they didn’t technically reside in the same neighborhood. No matter his distaste, Isaac would offer his best display in returning the horrid social construct, scratching the back of his head as if said task was a lost art to the male, “Yeah, well, neighborhood is great, right? People can be a little nosy, though.” He could recall his first month when many attempted to vex him with any semblance of welcoming gifts, raising an eyebrow at the other as it appeared she was at her own loss of words; in which case, why the hell did she feel the need to stop him?

[isaacreinhart]

georgiewallace ,

Georgie was stupid. She was the stupidest of them all and there she was just going to prove it more to herself and anyone who was watching. Every since she found out about Isaac’s birthday, she made it her mission to do something special for him, in all those times they spent together and the little he started to grown on her, she knew she had to give him something special, even if she was afraid he wouldn’t appreciate that. All the months since their first encounter, Georgie came to the realization that when she thought she was starting to figure out who he was, he just did something that brought all of her doubts and curiosity again, and that was what made her keep on coming back constantly.

She spent the whole day planning this. Every single time a little voice inside her head trying to talk her out of it, saying that this wouldn’t work out and she should’ve just thought about something else, but she was determined to make it work, and she knew it would. She gathered all of the necessary objects and headed towards his house close to midnight, the whole drive praying that he would be there since she didn’t check on it before hand to not make it any suspicious.

Parking close to his house, she rushed to the front of his house, getting everything settled as she tried to make the minimal of noise as to not give it away that she was there before it was really the time. Checking her clock one last time, Georgie took a deep breath, making sure everything was in order one last time and knocking on his door.

“Please be home.”

                Birthdays had never been a cherished holiday for a Reinhart, any sense of jubilee for said occasion manifesting as a festered wound. Isaac’s birthday was riddled with vertiginously haughty displays of grandeur in his adolescence and proved even more lonesomely chasmic as the years grew on. Within Katherine he had found a kindred spirit, one who hated any sense of festivities as much as he; their birthdays typically spent quietly and in remote seclusion with a horrific B-List movie and their mere company. Now, Isaac could disregard said day all together, spending it just akin to any other ordinary day locked up within the confines of his staggering purchase of a house, the myriad of rooms far too great a number for just one man to occupy it. No matter, it was a subconscious procurement all for Katherine’s withered dream, carrying out any fleeting wishes now within her death. 

               The picture held within his hand was that of their wedding day, a picture printed from a cell phone no less as they had made their union much more simple than his relatives would have liked; a Reinhart getting hitched to be an explosion of celebratory regard. Isaac always took to it to fight familial traditions within every breath, clutching the picture frame in his free hand as he nursed a strong cup of scotch in the other; lachrymose intents only disrupted by a knock at the door. 

               He should have known it was Georgie long before he even got up from his chair, tossing the picture near haphazardly back into a nearby drawer before making his way to the front door, surely vexed at any intrusion to his pique. 

               “Georgie?” Extempore stumbled from him in flummoxed regard, though he genuinely shouldn’t have been surprised by her sporadic appearances to his home now, said times becoming more frequent than days past. “What are you doing here?” Eyes narrowed in a half-joking regard, as if suspicious she was here for his birthday which could mean horror in the end. 

[isaacreinhart]

sophiaconncly ,

"Oh, no one is denying that it was a surprise.” Sophia said with a smirk as she looked him over. “You know, I would have argued the reasons why I worry too much but I think we need to look no further than your oven and the burnt muffins to know why I worry.” She folded her arms despite her eyes being trained on the burnt baked goods that he’d forgotten in the oven. “The first thing you do, almost simultaneously as when you’re putting the muffins is to put on a timer!” It was cooking 101 but he probably hadn’t expected to get suckered into the TV. “How about this — maybe we start off with the microwave, then we go to the dutch oven and once we’ve mastered all of those; I’ll come supervise the oven. But for right now, I’ll bring you any baked goods you want. I wouldn’t say moot. We learnt that oven’s need to be supervised and the importance of a functioning fire alarm.” She shrugged then, “Also what a good friend I am.” Walking down the hall to get her baked goods, she returned and dumped them on the table for him.

                “The microwave?” An incredulous bout pooled over him, crossing his arms as if I n mock defense, “You think so little of me?” The thought of his skills being as useless as to be credited to the microwave may have wounded merely his ego yet it was enough for Isaac, “I’m not a child you know,” a finger came up in finality as if scolding the very thought, a laugh inevitably escaping  him at just how childish that sounded. “The microwave...” he mumbled in a sense of dramatics, shaking his head in a woeful tandem, “It’s truly unbelievable.” Words were uttered as she walked away, all in the sake of jest knowing Sophia could hear him. It was a swift recovery, nonetheless, a grin soon poking through churlish mien at the sight of her own gift, Sophia never without her baked goods as favor, “I  think I would starve and wither away with out you. It doesn’t make me feel any less guilty however. There’s no need to always act as if I’d perish without a visit. Next time you’ll have to forget the baked goods and we’ll actually get some use out of this kitchen. It’s dying for something other than burnt muffins to be made.” 

[isaacreinhart]

remidurand ,

“God, stop acting like you’re 80 years old. I swear, I’ve never met anyone as dramatic as you are,” she said with a roll of her eyes, although she was more so amused than annoyed at his irritation. She hated it at Vibe almost as much as he did and, since she had to spend most of her nights behind this bar, it was only fair that she dragged him here on a few special occasions. And this was undoubtedly a special occasion. “Alright, birthday boy, when you’re done whining and insinuating I’m a criminal, we can get out of here.” She led him to the back exit to avoid the crowd of sweaty people, pulling the hood of her sweater over her head. “How does it feel to be 37? I’m only asking since I’m still so young and full of youthful idealism.”

               “I’m fairly wounded by that outright lie,” a scoff left his lips, aiding in her judgment of his seemingly dramatic flair. At the end of the day Isaac was horrifically childish when it came to manners that didn’t suit him; the vertiginously loud light scheme within Vibe surely fitting that blanket definition. Another wounded scowl left Isaac at her extempore, a chuckle soon following suit, “Thank you... no really, thank you for reminding me of my fleeting youth. I’ve felt ancient forever, think it’s something in the Massachusetts water or something.” Isaac followed the path Remi could carve, exiting Vibe with a mild sigh of relief once the chill of the evening made contact with rugged countenance, “I was thinking of getting a dog.” The statement may have come off as trivially banal when escaping Isaac, his lack of enthusiasm about the situation typically to his genuine nature.  

[isaacreinhart]

adrienneacosta ,

"I would say so. What’re you doing to fill out all the time in your schedule?” She asked then with a raise of her brow. Somehow, she couldn’t see him with a bucket hat while fishing on some quiet lake. Nevertheless, she got her reply mere seconds after when he spoke of the reasoning behind his sudden disappearance. “All by yourself?” Adrienne questioned casually despite her interest being peaked in whether he spent his days alone or with the company of an individual. If he asked why she became so inquisitive all too suddenly, she’d mask it with mild interest and worry. “Where did you go and more importantly, did you bring me back anything?” Her brow wiggled before her features split into a teasing grin. “I have all the time in the world for you, handsome.” Adrienne clipped as she pulled on her seat and folded herself into it. “How long have you been back? Watch out because I might take insult if it’s been months and I’ve received not one call or pop by visit.”

                “Mm, well I’m the holed up neighbor everybody starts rumors about,” Isaac teased, the monikers of Boo Radley and the Grinch immediately coming to mind, offering a mild smirk, a small part of him relishing in the fact most found him too unreasonable to approach in the first place. “Uh-huh, I’d say so,” words stumbled out after the briefest stretch of a pause, surely Katherine’s passing no secret to those who frequented the Boston - Devinstone area and knew of Isaac, the male well aware she was prying to his more recent affairs, if any. With Georgie, it was perpetually complicated, Isaac never quite brave enough to keep hold on something more permanent in his life, the aspect of loss much too profound for him to palate ever again. A small chuckle left him, viscera trailing back to fleeting recollections of his various escapades in Europe, all tainted by an extensive influence of liquor, many of which he felt keen to bring back with him. “I could spare a bottle of wine, I’m sure,” a mild tease as if she was an after thought, matching Adrienne as he sat parallel to her.  “That begs the question why you’d be expecting a call from me,” Isaac deadpanned, relentlessly sarcastic as he teased her further, leaning back in his chair in tandem finality. “You’ve got me there, however and I don’t think I’ll be able to apologize enough, though really I thought you’d forgotten about me,” further jest, masking any desire he had to fade into the background of everyone’s lives once he had returned from Europe. 

[isaacreinhart]

agate, nebula stone, unakite!

agate: how my muse calms down

a cigarette (bad, infrequent habit), pacing, punching something (the best method, a wall most likely), taking deep breaths, going for a run, long hot shower

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

bordering average to very good, it’s the little things that can stick out to him and thus have him clinging to them the most. he is definitely a token over thinker, reviewing even the most minuscule of a painstakingly performed action or embarrassing extempore and replaying it for 4839483 years to come. certain things can imprint on his memory, afflictions, traumas, etc. and he’s very good with birthdays even if he may not say anything. 

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

dog, dog, dog. fairly low maintenance animal and one which shares a particular bond and companionship that somebody like him, a people averse bastard, could really need. 

[isaacreinhart]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧  I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[isaacreinhart]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧  I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[isaacreinhart]

emerald, fossil, quartz!!

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

a firm hand hold, a chaste kiss, a lingering gaze (it’s all in the eyes), ‘you’re an idiot’ spewed out in a crude timbre, kissing you where it hurts, cooking (a rare sight), running a hand over the back of your head.

— he’s not a man of many words as is, so it really is the little things in the faintest of moments that really contribute in showing how he feels about another person. feelings to isaac bring up the scathing reminder that it’s already ended badly and it was his fault, as so he likes to blame himself, contributing to an array of seemingly minor acts of affection that may be hard to notice. 

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

he would genuinely give anything to go back to being a police officer; perhaps step up to a detective. lord knows he has the free time to allow it. 

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

underachiever, surly old man, major case of a permanent scowl, unkempt, overtly rude; the list goes on.  

[isaacreinhart]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[isaacreinhart]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[isaacreinhart]

THE ANIMAL IN YOU TEST / ISAAC REINHART.

RESULT: Bear BEAR CHARACTERISTICS: Large • Confident • Ethical • Protective • Blunt • Overpowering

“Conflicting forces shape the bear's nature, and as a classic omnivore, this burly beast exhibits two distinct sides to its personality. The carnivorous component makes the bear gruff and powerful, while its herbivorous side reveals a sensitive and intelligent individual.”

[charlesleclerrc]

D.J. Cotrona as Lucas Mitchell in Love Is the Drug