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rninclfuck · 5 years

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if you know, you know.

i. —— 𝚘𝚘𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ! ❜

lex , 23 , pst , she/her & idk i think sex is cool ! i'll be on mornings since i work nights . you can contact me on this blog and i'll give you my discord !

ii. —— 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚗 ! ❜

the indolent & nina is annoying me so let her choose !

iii. —— 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋 ! ❜

❛ shawn mendes . cismale . he/him . the indolent . heterosexual . ◞ 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 ! syre salinger was seen being dropped off at the love island villa early this morning , phew ! apparently , they’re a twenty - three year old from nyc , usa , what a melt ! our sources say they’ve been a beneficiary for a little while now , who’d have thought ? from what we know , they’ve been single for three years now & are on love island for a clean slate . i’m curious to see how that’ll go since they’re supposed to be apathetic , but maybe being intelligent will make up for it . ◜ lex . twenty - three . pst . she/her . ◞

iv. —— 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ! ❜

BASICS.

◦ name: syre salinger ◦ age: 23 ◦ height: 6′2″ ◦ hair: brown ◦ eyes: hazel ◦ family: j. d. salinger (grandfather), david salinger (father), charlotte carrington (mother) ◦ hometown: manhattan, new york city, new york ◦ pet: holden (golden retriever) ◦ occupation: n/a

ABOUT.

◦ syre hails from old money. his father is david salinger, son of j.d. salinger. both highly respected and notable in the literary world. j.d. for his work and david for his publishing empire. syre’s family was responsible for publishing children’s book series like harry potter to fashion magazines like vouge. syre’s mother is charlotte carrington. her family owned every power plant in the state of new york along with a few new alternative energy resources. both sides of his family had big reputations to uphold, and so did he.

◦ as an only child, he spent more time with adults than with children his age. he was very bright and spoke very clearly. being the grandson and son of famous authors it was only natural that syre caught the writing bug. he was brought up to appreciate literature and the importance of books. as a toddler, he had a wild imagination. roping his friends into the stories he made up in his head, bringing his creations to life. growing up he put his creative mind to good use (well, most of the time) by putting his intricate thoughts to paper. in secondary school, not only did he figure out he was a good storyteller, but he was also a good liar.

◦ his father’s side of the family taught him how to pull people in, make them care about what you’re saying. his mother’s family taught him how to take that trust and get them to do whatever you want. in high school he mastered the art of manipulation, a gift in the business industry. he could talk his way out of anything and talk anyone into buying something even if they didn’t need it. he made his parents proud by publishing a handful of short stories and being captain of his debate team, proving that he was cut out to follow in either parents' footsteps.

◦ the salingers were a very close knit family. though their businesses kept them busy, they never failed to include their only son in whatever they were doing. syre went to every auction, gala, party, you name it. he was exposed to this debonair lifestyle at an early age and it was his normal. he saw how people looked at his parents, talked about his parents, envied his parents. they were of another level, a level he chose to aspire to. being a salinger meant he had a reputation to protect and he vowed he would.

◦ exposure to this kind of lifestyle had syre exposed to a lot of things meant for adults. however, when he reached for his first glass of champagne, his parents didn’t stop him. they felt at fourteen he was mature enough to have a glass with them in celebration. it was at a client’s book release party and that first sip made him feel like he’d been granted adulthood. being so young and feeling like you had so much power, he easily took advantage. the celebratory glass of champagne turned into one drink with his father ‘don’t tell your mother’ type deals, then it escalated into a glass of wine at the dinner table, and before he even realized, he was getting drunk in the hamptons every semester break. his parents didn’t mind as long as he did exceedingly well in school and didn’t do anything to tarnish the family name.

◦ being a young adult with few restrictions, syre of course got into a few mishaps. well, to them it was mishaps to anyone else it would be misdemeanors, citations, or a trip to a juvenile detention facility. his parents made everything disappear with a simple phone call. their idea of punishment wasn’t punishment at all. he’d have to write an essay on what he’d done, why it was wrong, what he took away form the experience, and what he was going to do differently should something like it happen again. though it was a good tactic for a little reflection, meditation, and to up his writing skills. this really only prepared him on how to not get caught the next time. and now he had documented papers on every bad decision turned great story he’d ever had.

◦ syre attended yale with honors at the age of seventeen. he felt like he was on top of the world. he’d joined the likes of his parents on being the affluent and highly educated, but mostly he earned bragging rights for the rest of his life. the night of his graduation party, once the formal part of it ended, he and his friends went out to really celebrate. he was far to drunk to drive home but he’d done it hundreds of times before. he almost made it when he’d hit an unexpected pot hole. or at least, it felt like a pot hole? apparently the pot hole had a name, and wasn’t a pot hot at all. it was theodore barnes, the owner of the local flower shop. he had a wife and two kids. driving under the influence at twenty years old and killing a man should have landed him in handcuffs. instead, it landed him in an international masters degree program at the university of oxford.

◦ his parents saved him like they always did, and made sure the story stayed out of the news. they had a reputation to uphold after all. syre understood. at first they made it out like enrolling him into the program was for his safety, to keep him from behind bars. plus, he'd be able to get his masters and they were all about higher education. but after a year the realization dawned on him. something was different. they were different. they didn’t look at him the same, or all for that matter. the only communication he had with them consisted of text messages, money transfers, and a call around the holidays. they couldn’t face what he did, what they did for him.

◦ syre currently resides just north of the university, struggling to find it in him to go home and face his parents, face what he did, face himself. struggling to really do anything anymore. what was the point? the day they handed him his masters degree, he laughed. he didn't earn it. at least, he didn't think so. most of his work was done by others who were enamored by his last name. thinking by helping him, they would further their writing careers. no, he just needed someone else to do the work. he no longer felt the need to uphold the standard his parents held him to. why should he? they could barely look at him. he traded in his suits for sweats, his ambition for apathy. ◦ he was content with his daily schedule of nothingness for a while. slacking in school broke him of his ambitious habits, replacing them with new 'carefree' ones. being alone began to take a toll and that's when he decided that after three years, maybe it was time to start forgiving himself. he was young, reckless, underaged. he made a mistake. he wanted a clean slate. he didn't put much thought into applying for the show or that he'd even get in. but he did hope his last name would give him a little bit of juice and maybe send his parents the finger for going so public without consulting them first. he deserved to start living again, maybe he'd meet someone willing to live for.

HEADCANONS.

◦ due to the accident, syre hates flowers. ◦ he had a gf up until he was sent away. he never got the chance to explain anything to her or say goodbye.

v. —— 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 ! ❜

see above .

vi. —— 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 ! ❜

◦ Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted? ◦ " i wake up , do what i want , then go back to sleep . it's never disrupted . i don't do things i don't want to do " ◦ How close are you to your family? ◦ " , next question . . . " ◦ Do you like yourself? ◦ " i did "

vii. —— 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 & 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 ! ❜

i'm good , thanks .

viii. —— 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 ! ❜

this was extra af , i respect that .

#how many times did i have to submit this tho....#laksdjfalskdf

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