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Jess did as he was told, even if Christmas had never been his thing- seeing her excited about it made him want to try. “Alright, alright.” He hums in response as a package is placed in his hands. “Can I open my eyes, or do I have to unwrap it with them closed too?” He teased before looking down at the clearly thoughtfully wrapped gift. “You can’t make fun of me when you see how I wrapped yours, okay?” He murmured as he tore at the paper revealing the gift. “Jessica-” He breathed out with his brows raised. “This is.. This is great. Is that, it has my name on it?” He spoke in a bit of surprise. He’d never had anything personalized before. “This is so nice.” The words come out in a breathy way, as he flips the journal around appreciating the craftsmanship. “Thank you. Now, it’s your turn.” He informed her before taking her hand in his free one and leading her into the next room. “My wrapping skills are.. not great so I just put them in a bag with some tissue paper.” Inside the bag was a set of paintbrushes, along with cans of paint that he’d noticed she was running low on. He didn’t know the first thing about this stuff, so when the clerk had given him advice he’d taken it. “I hope they’re alright,” He added as she opened everything. 

@erncst liked the post about doing Christmas stuff with Jess so they get this:

"You have to close your eyes!" The redhead giggled as she fidgeted with the poorly wrapped present behind her back waiting for Jess to listen to her. She'd worked so hard to find the perfect gift for him and though she knew he'd say anything was perfect, she couldn't help but be proud of herself for what she'd managed to find. "Okay, now put out your hands." Once acquiesced to, she placed the present in his upturned palms, "Okay, open!" Inside the brown wrapping paper tied with strands of gold and silver and red curly ribbon was a leatherbound journal with his name embossed on the front and a pen that the person who'd created the journal for her suggested to pair with the weight of the paper inside. "Open it!"

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The Quarry’s Dylan Lenivy, Loved dearly by Jean.  Verses under development.  Links in pinned post; idk I’m not a graphic maker just love me anyway thanks

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Also because I’m awful and impulsive, Dylan will be @quarryhag  As Juni stated so kindly, I was testing the waters with Dylan and I think he like water boarded me or smth so yeah, he’s getting his own place. I’m not going to like move things again like I did before since I’ll probably end up deleting this blog once I’m full time over there but yeah hi thanks love me

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insomniiatic​:

“Why do you hate snow? Is it cause a Billy cant come trecking through it to get in your window? You poor thing.”

Dylan glances over at her, squinting his eyes at her. A playful annoyance in his eyes. “No, that isn’t why.” He answers her, though that did add to the list of reasons why the imminent bad weather blew. “I’ll have you know, I hate it because it is cold, and it is wet, and it ruins things. It creeps into places it doesn’t belong.” Dylan went on a small rant. “My socks are wet.”

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“god, i hate snow. like.. what’s it even made out of? Nobody knows.”

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“I have.. Like sleep paralysis.” Dylan admits. “But it’s not some demon clinging to the ceiling.. it’s just Liam Neeson accusing me of kidnapping his daughter.. The guy really hates that shit.”

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ok brb watching let it snow bc i am who i am

wait ive seen this movie what

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No but Dylan having a platonic soulmate and people are always like ‘its obvious you guys like each other.’ and they just exchange the look

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@elenaloveablekotsala​ said: ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞  ((maybe for Elliot??)

Dylan laughed at his friends sentiment. The two of them did have a history of getting into trouble. It was always fun, at least. Never a dull moment between the two, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. “Yes, but a very fun disaster. One that they’ll write about for centuries, I’m sure.” He mused fondly. 

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@popularmxnster​​ said:  ❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞

Dylan sits quietly for a moment. Surely, Billy knew he’d been scared- at first. When he’d stumbled into a party he wasn’t supposed to be at. When Stu nearly killed him, and he learned of the plan the two had come up with. It had nearly been too much. For most well-adjusted people, it would of been. 

Then again, there was the darkness that followed Dylan- that little voice that reminded him that he liked it. The dark, twisted parts of Billy’s mind. The voice in his head would scream at him until Billy came around. 

“You saw me, too.” He reminded him gently. 

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CONTINUED. (bc I have a legitimate problem) @popularmxnster​

“What I want? Shit thats never mattered.” Billy scoffed, taking a long hit off the joint they were sharing. What he wanted was his mom back and got Sidney to be dead. He wanted his life back before he had shattered from abandonment. He sighed as he stared down at the floor. It wasn’t often he expressed emotion but he was getting better at it with Dylan. “My moms not fucking coming back and I’m dating a girl I hate. My best friend is in love with me and tries to be up my ass every second and the one thing Ive decided I actually want, I can’t have.” He said, glancing up at Dylan with the mention of what he wanted. “So fuck me I guess.”

Being emotionally vulnerable was neither of their strong suits, so when he hears Billy respond in such a way, he tries to ignore the fact that he felt a well of sadness at his answer. When their eyes connect, he senses something more behind his words; they’d been in this dance for a while. Hanging out, occasionally getting flirty but always pulling back before either suspected it was serious. He breathes in, blinking for a moment- truth was, that if Billy asked him, he’d be his in a heartbeat, but he hadn’t asked him. He couldn’t. “When did shit get so complicated?” Dylan questioned rhetorically, his shoulders slumping slightly. Billy was one of the few that saw the genuine side of him; being vulnerable like this, it had a way of making you close to people. “I wish things were different, too.” His eyes meeting Billy’s again, willing him to understand what he meant. 

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I really love the idea of an unrequited thing, you know like Mandi/Ian kind of thing where this girl has a crush on Dylan, and its angsty but they end up being best friends and just platonic soulmates please

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You need to stay away from Billy. He's just using you to pass the time until Sidney is out of the picture. Stay away from him or else. He's never going to be yours.

Dylan takes in a deep breath; confrontation was something he typically liked to avoid. It wasn't that he couldn't handle himself when it came up, it was just... Drama was never really his thing. Then again, he really should of thought about that before he started messing around with a kept man. When Stu starts showing jealousy's ugly head, he takes a moment to process; think it through. Billy cared about Stu- for what reason, Dylan was lost on. The guy followed him around like a deranged puppy- but, to each his own. Dylan didn't want to step on any toes, but he also wasn't in the mood to be walked on, himself.

"If that's the case, we've been passing a lot of time." Dylan replied, a grin winning out that he was trying to avoid. Being smug wasn't exactly a good look, but he was human, after all. "Jealousy is an awful color on you. And hey, I get it. He didn't choose you, and that sucks. But, you really need to let it go."

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THE QUARRY (2022)

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secondhandmckie​:

“He’s a walking tumor.” Molly replied flatly and without a second’s hesitation. The question had been coming, and she wasn’t going to mince words just because this guy was new on the scene. Anybody else that he’d talk to about the elder McKie would say worse, so in Molly’s view, she was actually being kind.

But there’s a part of her that feels bad for this kid. Just because her relationship was strained with her own father didn’t mean that she hadn’t also missed having that relationship with him. Thankfully she’d had Danny, but…what did this guy have? She frowned, tilting her head this way and that as she weighed how involved she wanted to get. Then, “I dunno where Alan is, but I know where his brother is. Maybe he can help, one way or another.”

Dylan’s brows rose in response. So the guy was like cancer. That would usually tell you all you needed to know about a person. Then again, he doesn’t know Molly. For all he knows the two of them had some falling out that had nothing to do with the man’s character. She didn’t seem overly hateful when she spoke about him, though. “Fuck, alright.” He breathed out with a little nod. 

“Maybe.” He answered, tucking the letter back into his pocket. It was really all he had with him. “So dudes like cancer, huh? Good to know my mom made good choices.” He mused, making light of the situation. Funny, how the apple really never fell too far from the tree. “His brothers not as terminal, I take it?”

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secondhandmckie​:

Nothing, the guy says, and only serves to confuse her. Alan has absolutely done something, or this guy wouldn’t be seeking him out. Right? Did people try to talk to Alan for a good reason?

Molly narrowed her eyes at him, then the letter, then back up at him. “Knew your mom, huh?” She asked after a moment. Depending on when that happened to be, it could mean Alan would absolutely know his dad…or wouldn’t be able to tell the guy from any other Tom, Dick, or Harry. She was willing to bet on the latter. “So, you came to find me to see where he might be?” She asked. “Hate to break it to you, but it’s a wasted trip. I haven’t seen him in years, and trust me, that’s a good thing.”

He can sense her hesitance, and it only makes him more curious. Who was this guy? Why was he better off not reaching out to him? Questions filled his mind, but he wasn’t one to just spit them out. 

Dylan lets out a sigh, already feeling deflated. He drops the letter to his side as he looks around. Another dead end, it seems. Typically, he tries not to show his disappointment with these things, but this one was starting to pile on. To his knowledge, his dad was the only family he had left- if he was even alive. “Great, that’s- this is great.” He replied, though his frustration isn’t with her. “What’s so bad about the guy?”