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logan alexander parrish twenty two teaching assistant paris of troy " run boy, run with legs too weak to make a stand " bio | inspo | headcanons

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campbellnina:

“A ride of your own that will likely get you in even more trouble than before,” she pointed out, smiling and then laughing when he looked irritated. “Of course girls like bikes, it’s practically in our DNA, doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying to ride in them though… but, if you promise you’ll be careful and we’ll stop if I get scared, then yes. Yes you may.” Nina nodded, poking his shoulder and then walking around the bike so she could get settled on the back. This would be easier if it was a Vespa, but she wasn’t going to make that remark again— men and their vehicles, if she didn’t know Logan any better she’d probably be joking that he’s trying to compensate for other things. Not that she knew him that well. “Girls though, huh? That’s the whole reason you got this thing? Pretty sure you can get girls without having to spend this much money, love. And if you can’t then there’s something seriously wrong with her. Who are we talking about anyway?” 

   “I’ll be fine,”  he chuckled, not prone to taking anyone’s worrying seriously.  “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, Nina  —  and if you do get scared, you can always cling onto me.”  Still grinning boyishly, he hovered by her side for a moment, seeing if she needed a hand getting onto the bike.  Her questions had him lift his eyebrows, and for a second, Logan wasn’t sure how to answer.  Did he say it was her?  Was now the time?  Stalling, he stepped closer.  He pushed a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before holding out the only helmet.  “If we’re going to ride off into the sunset, you’ll need this.”  It was as he climbed on in front of her that he decided to address what she’d said.  “As for girls...  well, you know me.  There’s never one.  I just find it fun to make them all swoon.”

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breakerofchainx:

“That sounds awesome. Wow. My parents would have a panic attack if they saw me riding one of these.” She chuckled. “Which is why we’re not going to go anywhere near them.” Mona smiled, smoothing her hair before putting on the helmet. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right? You’re not supposed to ride without a helmet on babes.” Despite her words, she was already hopping on the bike and wrapping her arms around his torso. “Where are we going? Nah, you know what? Just drive wherever. I love surprises.”

   “As will mine,”  he chuckled, well aware it was a bit late to worry about that,  “but don’t worry, we’re not about to get caught.”  Climbing onto the bike, Logan only dismissed her concerns.  “It’s only dangerous if we crash, which I’ve got no intention of doing.  Ready?”  Taking her arms around him as a yes, he had the bike rumble back to life.  Given his lack of helmet and experience of riding with someone on the back, it’d have been sensible to start slow, but where was the fun in that?  They sped off, the street flying past them.  “What do you think?”  he called back to her.

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flowersinherhxir:

Denna smiled. Of course Logan knew he wanted to talk about something important, because bribing him with food was pretty much what she always did since they had first known each other. Usually it worked wonderfully. She was about to start explaining but his words stopped what she was about to say from leaving her mouth. “Wait, what? What did you say to Preston? Preston and you were talking? Why didn’t I know this?” She shook her head. “Logan, please tell me you didn’t hurt his feelings, if you hurt his feelings I’m going to kick your ass. You know how much he misses you!” She puffed her cheeks out, shaking her head. “I was about to tell you that I’m sort of seeing someone, but this is much more important right now.”

Visibly pausing, Logan realised he’d put his foot in it.  With a soft groan, he leaned his head back against the booth and took her small rant.  As much as he listened to Denna, and would do a lot to avoid that disappointed tone, he couldn’t help but scoff at her claim.  “He doesn’t miss me  —  and if he does, he’s got a funny way of showing it.  We just...  crossed paths, I tried to chat, he wasn’t interested.  That’s it.”  He ended his highly abridged retelling with a shrug, working himself up to go into a sulk (at least until their milkshakes arrived), only for his attention to snap back to her.  A grin was playing at the corners of his mouth, but suspended disbelief kept it at bay.  “Oh, I don’t think so.  I want a name, a picture, details.”

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heatharlington:

“Safety first,” they smirked, definitely not opposed to the idea of doing just that. No matter how they dressed, they weren’t exactly the motorcycle type, but like Logan they were more than ready to try something new.

“We’d be the least intimidating motorcycle gang in the world,” Heath laughed, watching Logan as he greeted Pluto. They held their hands up at his scoff, the laugh still in their voice as they went on, though. “Alright, alright, so you’re trying out a new aesthetic then. I appreciate risk-takers. And lucky for you, you’re talking to the leather jacket and spiked boat royalty. You should consider trying out both, really complete the whole look.”

   “Maybe,”  he agreed, the thought of them as a motorcycle gang bringing no small amount of mirth to his face.  “But, we’d also be the best looking.  I think it’d balance out.”  Head cocking slightly to the side, Logan made a show of looking them over, appraising the look Heath currently had on.  Fashion had always been more Harvey’s domain  —  Logan had a tendency to throw his money at anything with a designer label, it only thanks to the interference on friends like Samira and Nina that he left the house with a coordinated outfit.  Still, he’d have been willing to bet trying the new look could be laugh.  “You know, you could be right.  If nothing else, I’ll get an aesthetic picture for my instagram out of it.”

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princewarrixr:

     Harvey was getting out of the Audi when he heard the sound, hands filled with bags. Since he was going to stay in Mount Wells for a little while until renovations were over, he needed to stack up his apartment with supplies. That of course meant good wine and brie cheese, at least. He turned around when the motorbike stopped near him. 

His eyes couldn’t have physically rolled further at the sight in front of him. “Please tell me you’re joking and this is all an elaborate plan to scare me back to New York.”

In the least reassuring way, Logan grinned at his older brother.  Tucking the helmet under one arm, he only shook his head as if Harvey was being ridiculous. 

   “Oh, no.  This is no joke.  We both know I needed a new ride.”  With his free hand, he gestured dramatically to the bike.  Despite Harvey’s initial reaction, there was a distinct look of pride on Logan’s face.  “What do you think?”  

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breakerofchainx:

Mona clapped, bouncing in place. Someone was doing something absolutely irresponsible that could very well get her killed? That was her kind of thing. She looked at the motorbike, sparkles igniting her eyes as if it was some kind of treasure. Then her gaze turned to Logan with a huge smile. 

“It’s so amazing, oh my gosh, where did you get it?” She approached him, gingerly placing one hand on the bike and feeling the low rumble of the engine. “Are you kidding me? Of course I want a ride!”

The look on her face was exactly what he’d wanted.  If Logan lived for anything, it was attention.  A happy laugh slipped out at her obvious excitement.  “There’s a garage just outside of town.  I’ve gone past it whenever I’ve visited Harv and my dad.  Been eyeing the bikes up for ages.”  The look on his face was a little reminiscent of a proud parent, Logan enjoying the shared appreciation of his latest impulse buy.  Without much thought to his own safety, he was holding out the helmet to her and turning back to the bike.  “Here.  Hop on.”

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heatharlington:

The roar of the engine was enough to make Heath stop where they were on their walk with Pluto, in favor of watching Logan of all people, park his motorcycle and get off of it like he owned the place. The grin on his face was so wide it made them smile back. They had to admit that he did look pretty good on the bike.

“Only if that ride includes getting to wrap my arms around you,” they teased, stepping up to truly admire it, the leashless Pluto going up to Logan to sniff around his feet curiously. “It’s a beautiful creature, though. I’ve been thinking of getting one myself, really cap off the aesthetic. You’ve never really struck me as the motorcycle type, though, are you rebelling?”

   “Oh, absolutely,”  he agreed readily, smiling a little wider at the thought.  “It’s only safe.”  Helmet tucked under one arm, Logan crouched to the greet Heath’s companion with an outstretched hand, letting the dog sniff it before Heath’s words reclaimed his attention.  “Go on, get one.”  He spoke the encouragement sincerely, despite the mirth in his eyes.  “We could form a gang.”  Standing, the accusation earned a scoff.  “I think I can try something new without it being linked to some deep seated angst.  I needed a new ride anyway, and...  seeing as this’ll give Harvey a small heart attack in the process, it was too tempting to resist.”  

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campbellnina:

“I think you better get yourself one of those elderly people panic buttons, just in case,” Nina laughed, closing the door behind her and making a face while she looked at the new bike. As if his car accident a while ago hadn’t been enough, clearly Logan was just on a mission to destroy every bone in his body at least once. Maybe it was a bucket list kind of thing, or maybe he just really didn’t realize the amount of danger the majority of his decisions carried. Either way, it was probably too late to change his mind now. “So, Harvey’s not letting you use his car anymore, and you buy a bike? Or is it not even a Harvey thing? Either way, how does it feel to be Mount Wells’ own Kardashian-Jenner?” She joked, clicking her nails against the helmet in his hands, “FYI, you should’ve gotten a Vespa. They look way better in pictures, and they’re probably safer than this thing. You’re going to end up cracking your head open one of these days, and then who’s going to like every single one of my Facebook statuses? Depressing.”

As much as he tried not to show it, his boyish grin staying firmly in place, the look she cast his bike couldn’t help but damper his excitement.  Nina’s opinion had always mattered a little too much.  “I’m still allowed to drive it,”  he answered, leaning back against the bike,  “until he gets the scratch I put in it repaired.  But, I figured it was about time I had a ride of my own again.”  Logan found himself rolling his eyes as she kept going, but it was good natured, a laugh slipping out.  “It feels great, thanks  —  you should see the likes this thing gets me on Instagram.  I’m telling you, Neenz.  Girls love bikes.”  There he went again, talking about ‘girls’ as if she wasn’t the one he wanted to impress.  It had her remark about Vespas earn a huff, but her obvious concern kept him from getting annoyed.  “As always, your worrying is touching.  I know you’d be lost without me, but I promise, I’ll be fine.  Now,”  he grinned at her,  “what do you say?  Going to let me whisk you away?”

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pallomaanderson:

With an arm wrapped securely around her laptop, Palloma pulled the loose strap of her bag over her shoulder; the roaring sound of an engine halting, and her gaze lifted. Identity obscured, she’s not sure who’s hidden there, until… Logan. Brow arched, she eyed his motorbike suspiciously, before her eyes befell his face once more. Clearing her throat, she took a few steps forward, and made a show of looking over his bike — her step-brother had one, too, and while she didn’t care for them, she couldn’t deny that this one held a particular charm.

“I think…” Focused gaze moved from his bike, to his face, “I don’t want to entrust my life to you.”

Stood with the helmet in one hand, the other pushing his curls from his face, Logan watched Palloma’s silent evaluation with a highly entertained expression.  Upon hearing the verdict, he only laughed.  “Not even for a quick ride up the street?”  he offered, more curious if he could get her to accept than anything.  “If I’ve already managed to get myself here without a major accident, that can’t be too dangerous.”  He raised his eyebrows.  “I’ll even let you wear the helmet.”

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flowersinherhxir:

“You’re the best, darling.” Denna smiled. Logan liked to pretend he was a pain in the neck when it came to school, but he was actually very good at it. Back when they had been the weirdest couple on Earth, they used to study together all the time. She nodded. “Yes, please, I’ve got news and it’s better if you find out about them drinking something sweet.” The waitress came right as she was finishing talking. Perfect timing. She quickly ordered a strawberry shake with extra whipped cream.

   “I know,”  he answered simply, sitting back in his seat.  If anyone knew his rather well hidden talent for school, it was Denna.  Often, it felt she knew everything about him  —  which, he decided, explained why they were meeting at the diner.  It sounded like she had something serious to tell him, and there was never a better time to do that than when he was treating himself to something sweet and unhealthy.  “Nothing cushions a blow like milkshakes and ice cream, I suppose,”  he nodded, pausing to flash a charming smile at the waitress before ordering himself a banana and chocolate shake.  “So,”  he turned his attention back to Denna,  “what’s up?  If this is about what I said to Preston, you’re going to need to let me order a burger too.”

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souloforpheus:

When: January 21, 5:30 pm Where: Elysian Fields (blind date) Who: @princepcrrish

If it were anyone else Noah might have questioned the decision to have a production meeting at the town’s nicest restaurant, but Amadeus and Dorian were just interesting enough that Noah could convince himself there was nothing fishy going on. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel weird, however, waiting alone at a table with a notebook and libretto in front of him. He’d dressed up a little more than usual given the location, trading in his normal flannel or pullover for a nicer button-up instead, but he still felt terribly out of place. And it was hard to say whether adding Amadeus and Dorian to the mix would help with that or not. Assuming they ever showed up. No part of Noah doubted their commitment to the project, but he didn’t know either of them all that well yet, and from what he did know – he wouldn’t be surprised to learn punctuality was not something they were great at. It wasn’t one of Noah’s strengths either, not by a long shot, but it was good to know those things if it means planning to show up five minutes late and spare himself sitting here, eyes flickering to the door every time he heard it open in the hopes he hadn’t been forgotten.

Logan had been on his share of blind dates before, many of which had been set up by Amadeus.  Often, they were hit or miss.  It all seemed to depend on what mood Minett was in, and walking into Elysian Fields, he could only hope it was a generous one.  He cast an eye around the room, pausing briefly at the sight of Noah sat, clearly waiting for someone.  The man didn’t notice him, however, and there wasn’t a chance to head over when a waiter appeared to take him to his table.  Only, they were headed in that direction.  They were drawing closer.  They were...  stopping in front of Noah?  It was a full second before the penny dropped.  Stood in his suit, Logan gave an almost self-conscious smile as he cleared his throat.

   “Well,”  he said lightly,  “this is a surprise.”

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The loud thrum of its engine falling silent as Logan cut the ignition, he climbed from the sleek, clearly brand new motorbike.  Thankfully (and surprisingly  —  for him, at least), he’d been sensible enough to wear a helmet.  Pulling it off, the grin he gave fell somewhere between pride and a rush of excitement from flying down the streets of Mount Wells.

   “What do you think?”  was the first question from his lips, followed by a raise of his eyebrows.  “Fancy a ride?”

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flowersinherhxir:

location: oracle diner date: january 19th  time: afternoon status: closed ( @princepcrrish )

Denna was late, of course, but it seemed that Logan had just arrive when she got there. That was a good sign. She didn’t want to start with a bad disposition, especially given what she was about to ask him. “So, how’s school going?”, she asked as they walked into the diner and sat at an empty table. Fortunately there weren’t many people there. That made everything considerably easier. “I’m struggling a bit this year. Mass communication is kicking my ass, but it’s a great subject.” She shrugged. Yes, she was stalling, but she wanted to way at least until the ice cream came, so Logan’s mind would be partly focused on that, and not so much on the fact that she was about to tell him she was seeing Heath Arlington.

If all those years of knowing Denna had taught him anything, it was that Logan could always run a little late and still be early.  Stepping out of Harvey’s car, his brother kindly giving him a lift on his way to somewhere, he grinned at the sight of her just arriving.  “Could be worse,”  he answered, holding the door open as they headed into the diner,  “but I say that every term.  If you need any help studying, you know I’m always around.”  The offer was said as he dropped into a seat.  It wasn’t exactly his subject, but he had more than enough experience with making notes and flashcards.  At the first lull in the conversation, Logan addressed his main reason for coming.  “Shall I get the milkshakes in?”  

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Duende

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.

     “You can’t use charm person on the Lich Queen,” he said, looking up from the book in front of him in disbelief. They had been playing for going on six hours, clustered together in the dim lighting of Preston’s family’s unfinished basement, a single lightbulb hanging above the large plastic table he’d commandeered from a yard sale to complete the set-up down here. 

     “Why not?” Logan asked.

     “Because–” Preston started, stammering, and then trailed off. Technically, there was no rule saying he couldn’t use the spell here; there was no common sense rule stopping the players from doing something because it was a fucking stupid idea. He’d thought of everything, setting up this encounter – everything except this. She was seconds away from killing them if they didn’t get in a lucky shot and instead of using the enchanted bow Preston had specifically given him because the Lich Queen was weak to it, Logan wanted to charm her? “I–”

     “Come on, Preston. I cast charm person.”

     “She gets a +5 to her will save because you’ve been attacking her. You know that, right?”

     “Yeah, sure.”

Preston picked up his d20, shook it in his hand for a second before letting it go, watching it roll across to the dead center of the table.

                            1.

He did the math, quickly, in his had, adding her Will modifier, adding the plus five, looking at his notes for Logan’s character’s spell save DC–

But it was hopeless. He knew, from the start, the rules: a critical failure is a critical failure.

     “Okay,” he said, trying not to sound too resigned. “The Lich Queen’s face softens, her eyes widening a little as she turns her gaze on you, the tension leaving her posture; she lowers the hand she had been reaching out to cast her ritual, and watches you, like she’s waiting for you to speak. Happy? What do you want to do now?”

     “Can I roll to seduce her?”

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prestoncarver:

Why was Logan still talking to him? Where was the catch? There was, as far as Preston was concerned, literally no change that Logan was asking him about the campaign because he was genuinely curious about it; no, that wasn’t Logan’s style, not anymore. He must have had some ulterior motive, some reason to be doing this.

But the joke would be on him; Preston didn’t give a shit what he said or did. It wasn’t like it had been years ago, when Preston was still worried about being bullied for liking nerdy things or not having real friends. It was no Critical Role, but his d&d stream, like his other streams, pulled in money that even someone like Logan or his friends would be able to appreciate. 

That wasn’t why he did it, but it made it easier to feel good about.

     “Denna always plays,” he answered, though it came out less barbed than he intended it to, a statement of fact rather than a pointed jab at Logan’s expense. “Zac, too. Kind of a dream team, honestly.” 

A ‘dream team’.  Whether Preston intended them to or not (Logan could never tell with his former friend), the words stung.  They made a small, petty part of him bitter to no longer be included in that.  They made an even smaller part miss the days he was.  The days where he’d been a part of the campaigns, the world building, the dream team.

The days before he’d walked away.

   “I only ask because she’s never mentioned it.”  The words slipped out, which wasn’t uncommon for Logan, but the cool tone he lapsed into was.  He wanted to wince, or at least amend the statement to something less dismissive.  The brief effort he’d made to have a civil  —  even amicable  —  conversation with Preston was falling away, all because his pride was getting in the way.  “Zac either, actually.”

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andrewhoutman:

In a second Andrew sat down in the booth right across from his friend, leaning back languidly and stretching out his long arms. A slouch was his default position, legs also lifting up to rest on the other side of the seat. “Dude why the fuck would I know that? I had to write your coffee order down on my hand that one time. “ He laughs. “Banana? That’s so basic! I’m going to go get us a couple with a bunch of flavors in them instead.” His eyes squint. “Which party? Anywhere I go is a party, man.”

   “I can live in hope,”  Logan shrugged.  “I like to think you might grow a second braincell someday.”  Said in jest, he shot his friend a crooked smile, if only for it to be quickly followed by a roll of his eyes.  “The one at the beach.  You know  —  end of winter break, underage drinking, police showed up...”  He raised his brows teasingly.  “A hard one to forget, really.”