It's a dinglehopper!

The name's Simon, but call me Scuttle! Aviation major and best friend to Ariel Saltwater, Chris Flounder, and Luke Redden! ♥ My heart belongs to Dorlene "Dory" Fischer ♥ ♥ 03.02.2015 ♥

[fishingboatproceeds]

Thanks so much to @danisnotonfire and @amazingphil for hosting last night’s event in London. And thanks to everyone in MadridParisBerlinLondon for making this crazy European Paper Towns tour so fun.

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“Okay, klutz of the year… Sit on the couch and tell me what happened to cause such an uproar in the prick.” Luke shook his head, helping Scuttle off the ground.

[talltalescuttle]

Simon groaned and stood up with Luke’s help and sat on the couch. “I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut..”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“What.”

[talltalescuttle]

“Jeg skulle have netop løjet. Hvorfor har jeg ikke bare gøre det? Fuck det jeg er ude herfra... I mean, uh, bye.” Simon quickly tried to run into his bedroom and lock the door, but being a klutz and injured on top of it he tripped over his cat and fell on his face. “Lort, at ondt..”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“—…By?”

[talltalescuttle]

“---...Jafar.”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“What happened, Simon?”

[talltalescuttle]

“I got beat up..”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“Number one, whale sharks don’t exist, and even if they did - they would’ve killed you, not bruised your face a little. What happened?”

[talltalescuttle]

“Whale sharks are very real, look it up.”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“Ah—.. I saw your face, what happened?”

[talltalescuttle]

“I went to the zoo and was attacked by a whale shark.”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“—-…Yes?”

[talltalescuttle]

“Nothing..”

[dazed-in-confusion]

“Just relax for a second… It’ll be fine.”

[talltalescuttle]

“Alright..”

[dazed-in-confusion]

“Come on, just take it all off and come swimming with me.”

[talltalescuttle]

“I-- I uh...okay.”

[talltalescuttle]

chat:the-lucky-redden:

“Why is that even a question?”

“Because Amazon fucked up and it hasn’t arrived yet so please accept the food from your favorite take out place that’s sitting on your bed as an apology.”

[talltalescuttle]

Coincidental Encounters || Scuttle & Jafar ||

[ja-khan-blog]

With a somewhat signature cigarette hanging from between his lips, Jafar navigated halls he once had an intention of never stepping within again. The certain curiosity he felt was tightly hidden behind his permanent mask of a devilish smirk. There was, undoubtedly, an array of students who upon the sight of the Arabic man, refused to meet any eye contact until they were within a safe and appropriate distance of him. However, an identifiable amount of students met his stare with pleasantries which made his stomach roll. “كيف مثير للاشمئزاز,” he thought, “لديهم أي فكرة.” It was whilst harshening these thoughts, that Jafar felt the sudden collision to his shoulder. “موظر,” he barked—- forgetting once more, that he was one of the few fluent Arabic speaking students within the school. His slight error, however, went ultimately unnoticed by the lanky boy who now stood before him— dark skin and rather pale skin, Jafar watched with something of an amused look sneaking across his face, as the boy stumbled through a collective rambling; words such as ‘Simon’, ‘Luke’, and ‘ecstatic’ spiking Jafar’s interest. The temptation the play the bumbling idiot for any means of information, heightened within the Arabic man—- especially so, in the regards to Luke Redden. Of course, as Jafar proceed to offer his first sarcastic remark, since the arrival of the somewhat moronic individual, the man attempted to make a quick flee; ultimately resulting in his face hitting the hallway floor. All of which, Jafar watched as an amused spectator—- the unfolded events even managing to see a slight chuckle escape from Jafar. “Luke Redden said ‘nice things’ about me?” Smirking as he looked down, he offered his hand to stranger (whose name he had already managed to forget). “You shouldn’t lie to a liar.”

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Simon sat there, staring up at the man he’d heard so much about. He was struck with fear for some reason. It wasn’t before stuttering and blabbing some sort of apology that he took Jafar’s hand and stood up. “Thanks..” he muttered, biting down on his lip and glancing at his beat up chucks. “I’m not lying. Not entirely. Luke’s a bit of a collywobble. Really fluttery and all over the grid. I mean he may have mentioned you’re a complete cockwad and your hair is obsessively greasy, but he did say great things about you. Like, something about how your tongue makes his insides melt and you’re the greatest fuck he’s ever had and when he’s drunk you’re all he talks about-- Aaaand I should now be telling you these things. You know, it was great meeting you but I really should go now.” Scuttle could feel the sweat building up on the back of his neck. A chill went down his spine. He made eye contact with Jafar. His legs felt weak. Simon was not an obsessively religious man. He believed in a God and went to church with his family back home, but he never let it take over his life. In that moment though, he was certain he had just looked into the eyes of the devil. “Kære herre over os venligst beskytte mig fra dette helvede skabning,” he whispered to himself. For some reason he couldn’t move. He felt like he was stuck and his legs were immobilized for some reason. He wasn’t sure why he was scared. Maybe because he’d heard the horror stories that Jafar had caused. Maybe because he was mortified. Maybe because his best friend would never forgive him if he found this out.

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“I can, indeed.”

[talltalescuttle]

“Do you want your birthday present?”

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

“I feel as though 22 is becoming the void year, nothing exciting happens…”

[talltalescuttle]

“You can sing that Taylor Swift song.”

[thestressedpancake]

The Phan Shake

[themarchg1rl]

dan and phil + touching each other for no apparent reason

[partyphanimal-deactivated201605]

this post is perfection

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Coincidental Encounters || Scuttle & Jafar ||

An over sized man-child is what most people described Simon as. They wouldn’t be wrong. The young “man” walked down the school corridor, his messenger bag with a million pins on it that had pop culture references was slung over his shoulder, and his Nintendo 3DS was in his hands. His eyes were focused on the game as he pressed buttons at an incredibly fast pace to fight the creatures called “heartless” in his Kingdom Hearts game. As we walked and didn’t pay attention he bumped into another student. Simon nearly dropped his gaming console. “Lort!” he yelled out as he caught it. He glanced up at the other student-- a very intimidating young man. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to bump into you. Hey-- You look sort of familiar,” he said, “have we met?” Simon swore he could have seen the man. Dark skin, long black hair, and a permanent smirk that made him feel intimidated. Then it hit him. “You’re-- Åh min Gud! You’re Jafar. Hi, I’m Simon. You can totally call me Scuttle. I’m Luke’s best friend.” After saying this all he realized that probably was a terrible idea seeing as it probably brought up painful memories of the two of you. “Uh, I’ve heard a lot about you,” he added as he closed his Nintendo and stuck it in his bag. “All good things, I assure you.” Shut up, you’re making things worse. “I’m sure Luke is ecstatic that you’re back, although he probably would have told me if you were...” His mistakes kept adding up. “Oh, would you look at the time I’m late for that thing I was going to.” Scuttle’s face turned red and he tried to walk past him but ended up tripping over his shoelace and falling on his face. “Ow..” he muttered, pushing his glasses back up.