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     @spcncerw // “ ---UGH. ” tyson knocks back the shot the bartender gives him, shot glass plunked back on the bar with a dramatic flourish. “ have i ever mentioned that i HATE jumpers? hate heights. ” ( it’s not a fear of heights, not really --- just a very fresh and painful knowledge of what FALLING can do ). “ mannnn, “ head plops into his palm, eyes blinking drearily at spencer. “ tell me a story --- a happy story. ”

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dcylights:

     the  cup  of  coffee  was  calling  to  him  as  the  other  man  spoke,  practically  taunting  him  to  take  another  drink,  and  he  finally  caved  bringing  it  up  to  his  lips.  even  though  he  knew  it  wasn’t  the  best  customer  etiquette,  he  just  needed  the  caffeine  to  stay  alive.  “  browsing  at  ten  in  the  morning?  you  have  more  strength  than  me,  my  friend.  ”  he  moved  around  the  counter,  pulling  himself  up  to  sit  on  it  while  the  other  man  browsed  through  the  aisles.  the  shop  wasn’t  very  big,  from  where  he  was  sitting  he  could  see  the  whole  thing,  “  you  sure  you  aren’t  interested  in  anything  in  particular?  maybe  something  new?  ”

     tyson’s already been awake for the better part of four hours --- much preferring to take his daily run early in the morning before the summer heat and humidity settled even more heavy in the air. he merely shrugs, however, muttering something along the lines of “ early bird. ” fingers idly flick through a box of records at his side, more to give his hands something to do than any real interest. “ you should drink your coffee and just keep sitting pretty, ” says tyson, amused smile playing on lips as he turns and moves to a different aisle. “ though -----you got any tom petty? ”

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     the  morning  shift  wasn’t  his  favorite.  actually  it  was  very  much  his  least  favorite.  it  was  too  early  for  his  brain  to  process  anything  that  was  happening  and  it  was  hardly  ever  packed.  or  even  remotely  alive  with  customers.  so  when  peter  heard  the  sound  of  a  small  bell,  specifically  the  one  above  the  front  door,  he  was  caught  a  bit  surprised.  setting  down  his  cup  of  precious  hot  coffee,  he  put  on  the  best  clerk  smile  he  had  in  him.  “  good  morning,  do  you  need  any  help  finding  something?  ”

     tyson has always been FOND of mornings --- sunrises and the way everything is still and slowly wakes up --- there’s something SATISFYING about being one of the few out and about at this time. besides, rising early is a habit now, one he can’t seem to break and one he doesn’t want to. the record store is more on a whim, the result of a half-formed thought at he drinks tea from a giant thermos. “ morning, ” he quirks a gentle smile at the quick, gives a quick shake of the head. “ --- just browsing, i guess. ”

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hey fammmmm!!! i’m ras and this is tyson and im about to pull this entire intro outta fucking nowhere. but here goes nothing.

[ gregg sulkin, male, he/him ]  —» don't give in by snow patrol came on the radio, and it reminded me of tyson grace, who’s been in sundance for the last month. they're twenty-two, and currently a firefighter. i’ve noticed they're withdrawn & secretive but can be empathetic & gentle, too. anyone who knows them would say the last burning embers of a fire, stargazing from your uncovered jeep, and watercolor sunrises describes their vibe effortlessly.—» [ ras, she/her, 19, est. ]

(tw death)

okay to start us off, tyson is a hella Soft kid. he has a good heart has almost insane levels of empathy compared to the general population --- that being said, it’s not all happy and sunshine-y

he was born in new york city to a doctor and navy seal ; from a young age, he was brought up to serve and to help others. his dad was absent a lot over seas, but they had an extremely good relationship until he was killed during duty when tyson was twelve. at that point, tyson was determined to follow in his father’s footsteps.

he had already been an active child, participating in soccer, hockey, and lacrosse, and when he entered high school, he start junior rotc as well. tyson was well aware of the difficulties of becoming a navy seal and the horrendous training and physical requirements it took

after two years of community college, he began his seal training at 20 and graduated BUDS a little over a year later ; however, it was soon after that he dropped out --- not because of the physical requirements, but rather the mental factor. as most realities are when compared to dreams, this one was harsher than tyson expected. he thought he had the strength to follow in his father’s footsteps, but he found he could not become the mindless soldier his commanding officer wanted, and so he dropped out.

with an impressive physical resume beneath his belt, he returned to new york city ( his mother, while supportive of his choice, was relieved to have him back ) and joined the fire department where he could perhaps put his skills to better use.

it wasn’t long after his return that his mother passed away in a fatal car crash --- tyson was on duty that night and arrived far too late. he was distraught.

however, the tragedy wouldn’t end there. saddled with the desire to make both his father and mother proud, threw himself into work. three months later, he lost his first victim ( a rather long time into his position, by many accounts ).

her name was quinn marie rose; strawberry blonde hair in two messy braids, blue eyes, and she was wearing a fall out boy t-shirt and worn denium jeans covered in doodles. the last thing she ever said was, “i don’t want to die, please.” and then she fell. she fell so so far.

tyson was distraught over this and took her death extremely personally (what if. what if. what it --- perhaps she wouldn’t have died). he began seeing a trauma specialist and did not quit his job until nearly a month later when he decided he needed to get away from new york. the place held nothing but bad memories now.

so he sold his apartment and most of his belongings, packed up his jeep and started to drive west to his mother’s hometown: sundance, a place he’d only visited a bare few times to see his grandmother when she was still alive. but there’d been a kind of peaceful magic there, and maybe that’s exactly what he needs.

he has been in sundance for approximately one month. he still sees a therapist and struggles at times, though he is much more at peace.

wow this is a lot sadder than i originally planned but yeah!!! hmu if u wanna plot and stuff.

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Gregg Sulkin photographed by Leslie Alejandro for BELLO mag #146. Gregg wears shirt Michael Stars and pants J Brand