Danny Abbot
Age: 25
Harvard Business School
High School Swim Coach
Dating Cassandra DiAngelo <3
(Future!Dalton RP)
This is an Role Play account, I'm not actually Chase Crawford)

HANOVER{ wear }

 

Flying off to Barcelona today!

because getting on a plane on Memorial day was a good idea, the airport isn’t packed or anything…

cpcoulter:

davidscustomglasses:

rwambush:

juniorjaycub:

toshi-riku:

I mean he is created for mischief lol


So. Damn. Perfect.

“Ohana” means family, Thor.

why is this so perfect and cute. &lt;3

cpcoulter:

davidscustomglasses:

rwambush:

juniorjaycub:

toshi-riku:

I mean he is created for mischief lol

So. Damn. Perfect.

“Ohana” means family, Thor.

why is this so perfect and cute. <3

Floating Along: mrbadassdwight: mister-danny-abbot: mrbadassdwight: Pulling up outside...

mrbadassdwight:

mrbadassdwight:

mister-danny-abbot:

mrbadassdwight:

Pulling up outside Danny’s, Dwight sighed. He needed to get out, needed to keep himself busy. He climbed out of the impala and walked up to the door. When he was about to knock, he remembered that it was open, and he just walked…

Dwight thanked him and made his way to the couch, sinking down into it. He sighed, tipping his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. A break. He needed a break.

“You alright there D?” Danny asked, sitting next to him on the sofa and handing him the beer. “You look kinda like hell swallowed you up and spat you back out…” he winced when he said it, but it was the truth. 

kevlarland asked
Aww your going to Barcelona. How sweet. Pack 2 boxes of condoms then ;D

i did…

mrbadassdwight:

mister-danny-abbot:

mrbadassdwight:

Pulling up outside Danny’s, Dwight sighed. He needed to get out, needed to keep himself busy.  He climbed out of the impala and walked up to the door. When he was about to knock, he remembered that it was open, and he just walked inside, calling out to make his presence now.

“Danny? It’s Dwight..”

Hey Dwight,” Danny smiled to see his friend. He hopped over the couch. “You said a drink? what do you want?”

Dwight smiled back slightly, running his hand through his hair. He had been trying to cut down on his alcohol intake, knowing very well it wasn’t good for him in anyway, but he could make an exception.

“A beer would be nice. If you don’t mind.”

“Can do,” Danny grinned. “The apartment hasn’t changed much since you lived here, hang out on the couch, I’m watching a movie, I’ll bring you a beer.” he said, heading to the kitchen and pulling two drinks out of the fridge. 

kevlarland asked
Im guessing your like a lost puppy then.

I’m going to Barcelona Monday actually

kevlarland asked
I hope you havent gotten Cassandra pregnant. Otherwise you would be one dead sharkboy.

being that she’s been in Barcelona for 2 months, and I haven’t, I dont think she’s pregnant. unles it wasnt with me…