#thread; Dylan

[normallyxstranger]

TV, huh? Why not? Dylan stretched over and with the barest push of telekinetic energy, had the remote in hand. The TV flicked on, volume soft, and he began to search through channels and options for something he knew he wouldn't wholly pay attention to.

As he searched, he sensed the tiredness, the general exhaustion. He shifted his position so she could rest more comfortably.

"Headache?" he questioned. "I can keep it low."

The moment he was laying down she slid over and curled up next to him. Eyes closed as she rested her head against his chest. "If you reach into the side table there is a tv remote. Feel free to pop something on."

Her words were soft, tinged with a great deal of exhaustion. She had been picking up extra shifts at work. Plus trying and failing at the sugar dating scene. It was draining.

[normallyxstranger]

“Supposedly there’s a dragon who dwells here. Heard anything about that?” //for Dylan

@gentle-hearted

He paused his idle phone scrolling to glance in her direction. "There's dragon demons 'round," Dylan answered, returning to the phone. Then the reality of her words came to him. She probably didn't mean dragon demons but--

"Wait." Again, Dylan stopped scrolling and just stared at Jane. "A dragon? Like, an actual dragon?"

[keepcalmandwritefiction]

Writers, repeat after me: “Fck it, I can always go back and edit it later. I don’t need to get it right on the first draft.” 👏🏼

– Dylan Roche (@/dylaniswriting)

[mod2amaryllis]

oDylan really said never kill yourself ✌🏼

[normallyxstranger]

He waited for... something. Dylan wasn't sure, but something made him momentarily hesitate. That damned book. He would leave, she would read it, and something would happen.

Disliking the feeling the uncertainty gave him, he pushed it away and held Spooky up, making her wave her little paw at Jane. "Bye."

Then Dylan stepped back into the Shadows, Spooky at his chest, and disappeared.

End.

Jane gulped, suddenly feeling her throat catch. He--wasn't leaving her. Not really. And he was letting her know that.

"Thank you," she said. "For...e-everything, Dylan." She tilted her head, smiled at him. "H-Have a good night." Her smile widened. "You t-too, Spooky."

[troythecatfish]

[masterfultm]

“Dylan, would you come here a moment?” Harold Saxon called for his companion. He was seated in front of a screen, and on it was the planet Earth with various countries highlighted. “Which one of these do you think we’d most likely run into the Doctor?”

Breath was taken in at the question. Then let out slowly. Coming when called. No matter what. Something that he'd grown accustomed to, but mostly because he enjoyed it. Upon getting closer, Dylan glanced to the screen and the countries. Reading the names of them for a few moments before making his way closer, hands resting behind the small of his back.

"It depends on his mood," Dylan says. "Each one he could show up in. It just depends on how large of effect you want to make. Be it a natural disaster or otherwise. Then again," there was a pause, "I'm sure no matter where you go, he will show up eventually. It just might be too late for him to do anything or too early."

( @supercoloursupervision )

[breedabletrait]

I swear every time poor Dylan's phone rings in the middle of the night another parent passed away. And this time it was our ILLUSTRIOUS FOUNDER,

THE ICONIC LENNOX RIVERS

The funeral was very classy, with many family and friends in attendance.

[normallyxstranger]

There was no way he couldn't feel the change, from playful to doubtful. The warmth of her aura cooled slightly with it. He almost shivered, but caught himself. Dylan trailed his hands along her outer thigh once more before he stopped.

"No, pet. It's not up to me," he said, voice quiet and clear. "Don't get me wrong--I like eager, the wantin'. I'd risk it in a heartbeat." Dylan's smile edged up at the corner a bit, before it faded. There were too many fractured pieces in his head, parts of him that Rogue should never see, but it wasn't only that which stayed him.

Dylan hooked an arm around Rogue's waist in one quick motion, easily picking her up against him as he stood. Then turning, he put her in the chair, leaning over her with the smirk back on his face, dark eyes on hers.

"It's up to you," he repeated. "Tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next century--I can wait until you're ready."

Rogue didn’t withdraw, it was easier to hide her face this way after all—too close to do anything but Dylan close his eyes. She worried the right corner of her lower lip at the quietness of his reply.

“You don’t sound all that convinced. Do you wanna risk it? That’s up t’you. Ah was just thinkin’ on how Ah’m clearly over eager and Ah’ve been told gettin’ absorbed…ain’t pleasant.”

She didn’t have to be told. She’d seen the faces, heard the sounds of discomfort from people even when they’d been prepared because it was offered. It wasn’t enjoyable.

[normallyxstranger]

"Hey, Dylan?" Jane leaned back against the counter, biting her lip as she peered across the comics shop. "W-Why comics?"

@gentle-hearted

"Why comics?" he echoed, not bothering to look up from his comic right away. He turned a few more pages, then looked over at Jane. "Or do you mean the shop? Why a comic shop an' not somethin' else?"

Dylan shrugged, flinging the comic so it flew across the shop, landing near the window. "It was here before I showed up. Seemed like a hassle to change it. Previous owner worked so hard on it."

And it seemed a good way to 'fit in'. After all, he took the previous owner's name, so why not his shop too?

[legxllyblxndc]

Amelia was confused. After the kiss, she had thought that something might have happened between she and Dylan. She wouldn't push him, though. He had enough on. He was already dealing with so much and she didn't want to become another one of his problems. She had ended things with Enzo, though. It wasn't fair of her to keep that going when she knew that she had feelings for Dylan. She couldn't pretend that she didn't anymore and Enzo deserved more than her messing him around. With the extra free time she had now - which wasn't tons with school on top - she'd thrown into helping Dylan. "Here." Amelia muttered as she passed him one of the blood packs that she picked up for him before going into the living room. "I know you don't want to in front of the rest of us but I really think it's something that you need to do. I think it'll help you get over your hang ups, you know?" She wouldn't push him. She wasn't about to force him to do something he didn't want to do but she wanted him to feel comfortable with his new self now.

@foreverwednesday

[invisiblearsonist]

I started typing this on twitter but I’m gonna put it here instead

Detroit Red Wings as Smurfs

dylan larkin is papa smurf

mo seider is hefty smurf

simon edvinsson is smurfette

lucas raymond is handy smurf

elmer soderblom is timber smurf

i’m adding more as they come to me…

[normallyxstranger]

"Yeah. That wouldn't be a bad idea." Two in every room, Jamie thought. Maybe three. Or was he just being overprotective and paranoid? He frowned.

"Color-coded personality nail polishes? Guess there could be a market for that." He gestured at the bottles. "The green's lovely. It suits. What's for me?"

"It's pretty," Jamie said of the colors. He shrugged. "I can do your massage. I have warmer hands."

Aiden couldn't wait for their daughter to be born. she was already counting down the days when she would arrive. Work had been taken over by Julio and the others by this point. Though she was still worried about Ed and the situation he put himself in.

"I don't think she'll let us forget anything either. probably need to invest in some fire extinguishers though." She wanted to be safe just in case. "It was. she gave to me during one of her visits here. she put different colors that she thought would fit our personalities." she pulled out a shimmery green color. "Think this would be good for me?"

Aiden chuckled and looked over at Dylan. "I can give you a massage and then you can give one to Jamie. Then you two can decide who gets to give one to me."

[cctinsleybaxter]

The Burt and irving stuff is still the craziest to me, like obviously I loved the finale and have been chatting away about mark/helly and mark/gemma but that's in a stuffy film analysis way; thinking about Burt and Irving is more

[masterfultm]

It never got old.

Not truly, the constant moving in most cases. Planet to planet and more importantly time. He didn't know how long he'd been drifting or even if time meant anything to him. It was all a matter of perspective and time? It had a way of catching up to him. One way or another, that was a constant. It would catch up to him, but when? Not even he was sure about it.

Dylan already had been having trouble since he arrived. No doubt old UNIT files on him. Things he hadn't done or maybe he just had forgotten. Either way, he was trying to lay low. Get his bearings before trying to find whatever version he would no doubt deal with. He honestly had hoped it was that one that looked like a corpse. Good kisser, quite frankly.

"Should be close," Dylan says, mostly to himself. "Really should have thought this through."

( @jewishjanetandco - Missy )

[normallyxstranger]

"Then you know what I mean, yeah? Or is there somethin' you primordial types are privy to that standard variety immortals aren't? Seems like it's pretty common knowledge. Human hearts don't work that way. Am I right, or am I right?"

Human hearts don't work that way

@normallyxstranger

The dragon sighed and tipped his glass to the man. "Young man, I have been corrupting the human psyche since they crawled out of the primordial slime..."