Gavin wears a metaphorical mask of gold and glitter.
He weaves his self doubt and nightmares on the cheek, engraves his lost childhood and innocence above his brow bone, carves his pride and his spite on his chin. He keeps it on for as long as he can, not allowing himself any respite from the horrors the mask holds for fear that he might lose sight of his goals. He holds his head high, a smile pinned by the mask and clever eyes shining with mirth, hands playing with the golden gun that never left his side. Gold for a boy who shines like the sun - how fitting.
When Gavin’s mask is on, he is the caricature of royalty. The golden boy with the whole city at his feet, a crew who would die for him and all the power he could possibly desire. And he is beautiful in all his glory, his light hair dancing in the wind as he leans out of the side of a car racing down the motorway, his head thrown back in amusement at the chaos he leaves in his trail.
Gavin changes when he takes his mask off. Often, he crumbles into pieces, the pressure and stress, the regret and misfortune. It all hits him at once, full speed, and he is helpless to do anything but wait it out. He closes the blinds, crawls under his sheets and hides from the world that wants him dead. From his childhood, spent hidden away and in perpetual fear of the man who was supposed to love him, to his slow, bloody crawl to the top. Even now, the guns that train their aim on him during hits, all the people who have a knife to his exposed neck, the close calls, the endless, endless blood - it impacts him. When he wears the mask, it’s easy for him to push it off and get on with the job; but when it falls, so does he.
His crew pulls him back together. It starts with Geoff, who pulls him out of bed and shoves a mug of tea into his hands. Then Jack, who sits next to him and holds him close, allowing Gavin to talk if he wants. Michael, who never treats Gavin like he’s broken, who will be just as rough as usually with a softness in his eyes which is resolved only for him. Ryan awkwardly buys Gavin a new car, smiling at the glee that passes his face when he shows Gavin. Jeremy, with his shitty puns and endless supply of love, is the last push needed for Gavin to gather the broken pieces of himself and hold his head high once again.
Gavin, in all his fractured, golden beauty, sits on his perch at the top with his boys, watching their disaster of their city and thinking about how his life has changed. He realises how happy he is, and grins.
Hannibal thinks Will died in the fall so he roams the world looking for a purpose and decides, ‘ fuck it I’ll become an assassin I have nothing better to do now.’ Until one day he gets a contract to kill a man who has been causing trouble for the mob by killing many of their goons but the description of the man concerns him. White male, late 30’s/early 40’s, brown curly hair, blue eyes, and a scar on his forehead. ’Could it be?’ Hannibal thinks. And it is. In all his glory. His beautiful and clever Will. He tracks Will and decides to not reunite yet but instead go back and kill the surviving mob members for almost making him kill the love of his life. Afterwards he reunites with Will and they quickly flee to another country before the news of what he’s done can reach Will. Or alternatively: he reunites with Will and together they hunt down the men that tried to hurt his William.
I wrote this the morning after watching Mads’ short film/ad thing and I haven’t decided if I wanna make a whole fic to it yet??? Maybe after finishing the other two fics in my drafts.
- Hobi’s cute ‘cahMEHrah’ (camera)
- An insight on BTS’s dorm
- A peek at Jungkook’s unlimited supply of white T-shirts
- Jimin calling Taehyung handsome
- The photo of Jimin in the kitchen
- Jungkook’s arm veins while he checks his camera
- The boy floundering about the self check in machine
- Jungkook burning Tae’s ability to complete it by himself (we all know you trust him)
- BTS IN ALL THEIR BARE FACE GLORY
- the beautiful scenery
- Jimin loosing his luggage
- THE REST OF THE MEMBERS NOT GAF
- Hobi becoming one with the flowers
- Namdaddy’s English
- Namjin being domestic while grocery shopping
- Hobi telling Jungkook to just hit ‘enter’ on the freaking washing machine
- JIMIN LOW KEY WANTING TO KISS JUNGKOOK ON HIS COMING OF AGE DAY.
I once told @ragnar-rock i’d tell her about this scene and I feel like I might burst
Remember that Grantaire could have gotten out of this alive. He could have stayed hidden, sobering up in a corner for days on end but the silence awoke him. The café was such a lively, noisy place that the silence is deafening. We have a word for it in French : un silence de mort. And it literally is a silence of death.
And as other people pointed out, he doesn’t even spare a glance to the guards, it’s no use, it’s already over. He only has eyes for Enjolras, etherally beautiful in all his glory and tragedy, the flamboyant ideal of the revolution embodied in a single man. And if Enjolras is the allegory of an ideal, Grantaire is the allegory of Paris and France itself. “The people too must rise”, right? Well guess what, the people, embodied by Grantaire, DID RISE. The cynic, the one who took great care in beliving in nothing rose and marched to his death because he believed in Enjolras, aka the Revolution.
I love his little stumble, it’s almost like he can’t wait to reach Enjolras, he’s drawn to him like a moth towards the light. Because it’s what Enjolras is, the light in the darkness, the promise of better days. And Grantaire chooses to die because life would be meaningless without Enjolras, without the marble lover of liberty. “La liberté sinon rien” : liberty or nothing.
Grantaire didn’t stumble to his death. Grantaire held salvation by the hand and looked at death right in the eyes, defiant until the very end. France and Liberty, so indissociable, dying together rather than being apart.
Excuse me but I must proclaim my love for Taehyung where everyone can see. I LOVE KIM TAEHYUNG IN ALL OF HIS BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN EXTRA GLORY. I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR HIM. I WANT TO HAVE HIS CHILDREN, THEY WOULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL JUST LIKE HIM AND I AM 1200% OKAY WITH USING THE NAMES HE ALREADY PICKED OUT. I WANT TO MAKE HIM A FLOWER CROWN AND I DEDICATE ALL OF MY ART THAT I HAVE EVER CREATED AND WILL CREATE TO KIM TAEHYUNG. PLS ACCEPT MY UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND SUPPORT
This week’s mangaka fanart features Sinbad in all of his beautiful glory! This work was released with chapter 109 and was done by the mangaka of the wildly popular manga, “Helck”. This manga can be found on the MangaOne app! Be sure to go check it out! I really love the sharp edges and bold colors on this one! :D
A little birthday ficlet (one day early) for the always lovely, @killians-dimples! Here’s a little happy future, sun-kissed Jolly Roger cuddling for you to enjoy when you have a moment to breathe amidst the craziness. <3!
She can feel the subtle change in the breeze the closer she to gets to the water, the salty air a scent she’s come to love thanks to a certain pirate. Despite being early summer still, the lack of clouds gives nowhere for the bright rays of the sun to hide. Given how brutal the winter can be here she can’t help but cherish these warm months, especially when things are quiet. By things, she means villains,
ne'er-do-wells, wicked witches and psychotic headcases.
Three weeks and none of those have made their appearance known…yet. She’s determined to enjoy the reprieve as long as it lasts.
Knowing Killian was planning to let the sails out to breathe, she still finds herself awestruck at the sight of his ship in all its glory, the ancient beauty as intricate and journeyed as the man who captains her. Expecting to see him somewhere on deck, Emma is surprised to be met with only the sounds of the water lapping against the hull and Killian nowhere in sight. The wood of the gangplank seems to creak with awareness as she steps across it, as if the magical ship is welcoming her aboard. Her Captain has certainly trained her well.
Kicking off her sandals on deck, Emma looks around once more before making her way to the hatch, hoping to find him somewhere down below. The wood beneath her feet on the stairs is almost slick with wear, edges worn down to curves, something she’s familiar with herself. As she steps into his cabin she sees the shirt he was wearing when he left this morning draped over his chair, the old pirate one she told him would be too hot today that he wore anyway. Looking to her left, she finds her mark. With one leg falling off the side of his bunk and his mouth hanging slightly open, he is deep in slumber.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s about God and His glory. But the beauty of it all is that He made us, died for us, and now calls us to be with Him forever. We get to taste and experience God’ goodness in such a way, that only eternity will be able to allow us to take it all in. Justice will be restored in whole, the oppressed shall have their tears wiped away, and there will be no more pain and suffering.
It’s all about God, but He extends His hand to us so that we may know more than a fallen world, it’s so we may know a God in fullness and truth.