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@sheppard--tyler
[ SHEPPARD TYLER. 38. CISMALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 2 YEARS ] and are originally from [ NEW YORK CITY ]. They are a [ NOVELIST ] and in their downtime love [ CAMPING ] and [ SAILING ]. They look a lot like [ JUSTIN HARTLEY ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST] . (ooc: K, 32, she/her, est )
hollybernex:
“Which part exactly?” A rhetorical question and Holly laughed again, shrugging their shoulders lightly as they crouched down to scoop Mrs Lovett up into their arms, lightly scratching behind her ears. “My mom is a very wise woman. I wouldn’t be without her, honestly,” they said, their smile a little lopsided as they spoke. Being away from her was hard, especially following the death of their father last year —- it had been tempting to stay in Dublin in fact, but they did have a life here despite it all. “Matches people over their dogs?” They brows shot up. “Sounds like you got a money maker there.” Not that they were looking, they never really were. Love and romance very much snuck up on them when it decided to… and that wasn’t often at all. “Go for it. I don’t think I have the tech brain for it.”
Though the circumstances leading up to it were odd and inconvenient (to the other, mostly) Sheppard was enjoying the conversation, surprised to find a pleasant chat in such an unlikely situation. It wasn't really that often that people were eager to chat with strangers anymore, and for a man who spent many days locked away, socializing with real people meant a lot. "You're lucky, then. Not every mother is so full of wisdom. Some are just filled with gossip." He noted, speaking from experience in his case." Sad to feel the conversation nearing it's end, Shep didn't want to hold them up any more than he wanted to slow his own plans for the day, even if the conversation was nice. " I mean, dog people love dog people, and the hope is that their dogs get along, right? Couple make some people happy and some cash on the side. Exploiting people's love sounds very profitable these days." He joked. " But if it blows up I'll credit you somehow. Who should I be thanking, by the way?"
fckjoseph:
location: stories
After spending some time walking lap after lap around Echo Lake to brainstorm and shape some of the story he had woken up with, Joseph finally made his way into the bookstore nearby. This was one of his favorites because of the small community of booklovers it housed, and its proximity to the park was a plus.
Upon his arrival, Joseph realized that one of his favorite horror authors was there signing books. Eager for a signature and a word with the man, he quickly purchased one of Sheppard Tyler’s books that he didn’t already have at home and got in line. Since it was already later in the afternoon, it appeared as though mostly everyone had already gotten their autographs and no one came to stand behind Joseph. This excited him because it meant he could possibly offer to buy the novelist a coffee or a drink for the chance to pick his brain.
The person in front of him moved away, which meant it was Joseph’s turn. He strode over with a warm smile as though he were greeting an old friend. “Hey, man, it’s really neat to meet you,” he started, holding the book he’d bought out to him and trying to not cringe at his own usage of the word neat. // @sheppard–tyler
His work was niche and a favorite among said crowd, which was enough to keep Sheppard in business doing what he loved. He was no Stephen King, but his novels had enough intrigue and suspense to keep people coming back for more as well as draw a decent crowd when he was doing a signing. He liked meet-and-greets. he liked that they connected him with fans and inspiring writers alike, and he liked the small, more intimate gatherings even more. He could talk with with people and allow them deeper insight into his process, letting them pick his brain for inspiration and grow the community. It was a well-known fact that written word was a dying art, so Shep loved to lead any support he could.
After reading a chapter or two of his (sort of) famed hard-boiled detective, he sat behind a desk taking photos and writing his name so much his hand cramped. The line was getting shorter and shorter, which meat he was thinking already of what to have for dinner after this, but before he could settle, someone with a wide grin was coming his way. His smile was somewhat on auto-pilot as he looked up from the table and spotted the man, who met him with a smile just as wide. " Hey, nice to meet you, too. What's your name?" Shep asked as his hand extended for the man's copy.
His intention was to sigh, answer questions, and maybe take a photo before his work-day was wrapped, but that didn't meant that he wasn't going to extend the same kindness to the last man standing as he had to everyone else. His only hope was that it wasn't a full blown Q&A that would leave him famished. " So how'd you like the book, man?" He asked as he began to scribe his name and well wishes in the cover.
jadenlapointe:
a hesitation . jaden waited a beat before responding , as if the words were caught in his throat before he was able to speak them . “ yeah . i played ball . “ played . god , it was incredible just how much the presence of past tense could claw at heartstrings . throughout his urge to give up , though , was a fire beneath him to keep fighting , and nobody who knew the male would ever pin him as a quitter or as somebody who gave up on what he strived for . his time would come again and it would be soon . “ what do you think is more important, then , for me trying to get back in the game ?? generally , too , not just when it comes to basketball . i wanna be stronger , fitter , but i just .. “ the male shrugged his shoulders , “ i used to know how to get there and now it seems all that knowledge has left my brain . i’d really appreciate the pointers actually , if you wouldn’t mind .. “
he didn’t have the money for a personal trainer and was relieved that sheppard wasn’t one . jaden just needed a push , a friend to be at his side and deflect the strange looks ( that were probably more imagined than physical ) whenever he hit a new machine . his lack of confidence outweighed any physical limitation – he’d rarely come across something he couldn’t practically do , but wrestling with his own thoughts and emotions had quickly become an olympic sport . “ once you’re finished off your reps i can give it a try , for sure . “
Sheppard's brows shot up for a moment in surprise at the younger man's vulnerability on the subject. It was awe worthy in his mind, as gyms were the epicenter of toxic masculinity and not at all a place where men liked to show their weaknesses or ask for help. A small smile tugged at the corner of Shep's mouth as he pumped a few times before speaking. " Diet's the most important thing." He said between hard breaths out, keeping a pace in his lifts as he spoke. " A nutritionist is great for helping figure otu what your body needs the most, cause every body is different," he noted, pausing to catch his breath without breaking his stride. " The right foods will give you energy, mass and stamina. If you're trying to get into ball, stamina is important. More than mass." He noted. "I'm no expert, but you gotta have things that give you lots to burn off while running. More vegetables, less carbs. Proteins is always a must, but not too much cause it'll pack on pounds." He noted.
After a moment of more breathing, Sheppard felt good enough to take a break, placing the bar back on his holder before sitting up to look at Jaden. " My advice? Get strong, sure, but don't bulk up — it'll slow you down. The whole boiled chicken breast thing they talk about for celebrities is really for getting a six pack, but crash diets and pushing yourself has too many drawbacks. It's better to start yourself off slow. Cut out the sugar and the fast food, soda, that kinda of stuff...." He paused. " How about trying some free weights, first? It's way less intimidating than the bar."
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cameronunderwood:
She jumped at the spitting of his water, and when he turned away from her that was when she assumed he really, truly did have a boner. Plenty of situations that she’d been around that when least expected something just triggered it. The mind was a curious thing. She nodded slowly, not that he’d see and pushed her lips together. His insecurities weren’t anything to laugh at, “Okay. That’s a good thing?” She asked and told him all the same, shading a hand in front of her eyes for his sake, he didn’t seem the type to handle it all too well given their last couple moments, “I was just saying it wouldn’t be the end of the world, if you did. Have a boner. You can still work out, probably the best kind of work out, am I right?” She attempted to lighten the mood even if she almost laughed then too because it was the exact same innuendo that clearly brought his squirting water on in the first place, “But you don’t...so. Do you still need a hand or?”
As much as he had always wished that he was, Sheppard was not composed and collected. It was a flaw he wanted to work on for situations like this, where he seemed so lost at how to behave that one would think he was some forty year old virgin. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five, and yes somehow she had gotten the nearly-forty year old man before her to turn red in the face. It was a never his intention to be lewd or impolite to anybody, but he had always made added effort when around women not to say anything crude or offensive, making her nonchalance about the matter all the more embarrassing. "I don't—" he echoed through a stammer, tripping over his own tongue as the blush crept up his neck and burned his cheeks. Had it really been that long since he'd had this sort of ....conversation? He in no way thought that the young woman's intentions were anything like they seemed, but Sheppard being Sheppard, he never hooked up, and hadn't really put himself out there since his break-up. That alone made him feel even more flustered, but then she continued. It was more than likely an offer to assist his workout- but given her comments about other activities as a work out that preceded her offer, Sheppard fund himself sputtering as he looked around for his shirt. " I don't, I don't know what you're... I wasn't trying to ... I just..." He stammered again, his mouth dry as he looked everywhere but at her. " I wasn't trying to insinuate anything or use some kind of cheap gym tactic to imply that I was after anything other than a spot — a spot for the machine! I ..." He paused, taking a breath. " I don't think I can... I mean I could I just... I shouldn't have bothered you..."
hollybernex:
Tilting their head very thoughtfully at his words, Holly nodded their head in agreement. “I think you’re probably right, you know?” they answered. “But what’s the harm in trying?” They were kidding around, of course, it wasn’t something they’d ever actually attempted and today had purely been… well, it was what it was. They watched as he fussed over one of the dogs, smile creeping over their features, one that soon gave way to a gentle laugh. “You say that, yet I’m sure there’s dozens who would, so I really do appreciate the help —- there’s not as many good people out as there used to be, at least that’s what my mum always says.” Another laugh and a roll of their eyes. “Might as well, everything’s worth a shot, right?”
He could only shrug in response. His general assessments from people watching aside, Sheppard was pretty sure he was never right about anything. He also didn't take compliments that well, but that wasn't why he brushed it off. They seemed all in all like a decent and probably even sweet person, which was a refreshing thing to see when most people he was used to being around were full of themselves. "Well, we can agree to disagree on that, but you're still very much welcome." He said playfully, hesitant as he stopped playing with the dogs and stood upright. " Your mom sounds like a wise woman. " He noted before he shrugged. " In today's world, I don't rule anything out. Maybe you can create and app that matches people over their dogs?" He chuckled. They didn't seem, all jokes aside, like they were out and about looking for love, so the idea wasn't meant to imply anything, but as he thought of the idea, it didn't' seem so bad. "Actually, scratch that, I'm copyrighting that and making it myself. If it works out I might get rich and find love. "
What’s your love language?
“Physical affection. I like to touch ( with consent, of course) and be touched. Laying in my lap while I stroke your hair, foot rubs, back rubs, baths together... There is something about skin-to-skin contact that just really makes me feel whole and frankly, I can’t get enough of hugging. I would love to be hugged right now, in fact.”
What is the craziest thing that you’ve done with someone?
“We all were young and stupid once, right? When I was in college some of my fraternity brothers and I decided it was a fun idea to get really really drunk and then go swimming naked. It was Winter. Thankfully we only got colds and not pneumonia or loss of limbs.”
I just need somebody to help me. I just need somebody to help me. I just need help, please. I just need somebody to please help me.
△ Do you have a thing for Sydney?
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2. “Oh absolutely. I’m getting up there in age and I’ve always wanted a nuclear family, and she already comes with savings and part of the whole 2.5 kids and a dog thing.”
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sydneyxbowman:
sheppard–tyler:
“I mean technically, that’s already half. Doesn’t take much to adopt a golden retriver and get to work on number two….”
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“Correction - doesn’t take much on your part to work on number two. Still not getting a dog, no matter how much you or Darcy beg me. So looks like I’m still not the nuclear family for you, Tyler.”
“Sadly not that first time I’ve heard that.”
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2. “Oh absolutely. I’m getting up there in age and I’ve always wanted a nuclear family, and she already comes with savings and part of the whole 2.5 kids and a dog thing.”
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sydneyxbowman:
“Your facts are a little off, Tyler. I only have one kid and I don’t have a dog. Sorry to disappoint. Might want to find another nuclear family to match with.”
“I mean technically, that’s already half. Doesn’t take much to adopt a golden retriver and get to work on number two....”
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2. “Oh absolutely. I’m getting up there in age and I’ve always wanted a nuclear family, and she already comes with savings and part of the whole 2.5 kids and a dog thing.”
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△ What's your greatest fear?
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2. “It used to be not being able to do what I loved and having to settle for some kind of desk job in a company doing the same thing until I was 65, but not that I can make a good living off writing, the hopeless romantic in me can admit that I’m a pathetic sap who worries about dying old and alone with no family around me.”
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2. “Ah, yes, my favorite topic. The answer would be: when the love of my life decided, without me, that we wouldn’t be getting married and starting the family we always talked about after all, saying all this via phone call and then disappearing, the following day after I handled it by crying on my almost-in-law’s lawn.”
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