Ellis Grant glanced up towards the flickering white light, it had been playing up for days now and the more she looked it, the more it infuriated her. She’d been in the facility for longer than she cared to remember, in fact she had lost count of the number of days long ago. Her days, which were once filled with warm sunlight and the fresh air of the outdoors, were now regimented and gruelling, filled with artificial light and the sterile scent of hospital corridors. 

“Elle…” Owen Grady’s voice tore Ellis’ attention from the flickering light and she stared at him blankly. She didn’t speak much these days, in fact she did very little. “Please…” Owen pleaded, “…just try.” 

If she could’ve found it in herself, Ellis would have laughed. Try she thought. As though it were that simple. As though she hadn’t been trying since the moment they brought her out of the coma that they had kept her in for weeks. She’d done her trying, and she’d gotten precisely nowhere. 

The two of them stared at each other intensely for short while before eventually Owen sighed and stood up, turning away from Ellis and walking towards the window on the opposite side of the room. He left her in her wheelchair at the end of the parallel walking bars that had been her nemesis for the past couple of weeks and looked out towards the entrance gates. When he caught sight of a figure, heading towards the large wrought iron gates Owen smirked. Heading towards the rehabilitation centre was a tall, thin, man with greying hair. He was dressed entirely in black: black shirt, black trousers, black socks, black shoes, and walked with an air of self confidence like nothing Owen had ever seen before. He neared the building, a sarcastic grim reaper, there to pull Ellis from the slump she presently found herself in. 

“Oh you’re in for it now Grant.” 

anonymous asked:

I want to see the Gallaghers admit to their faults. They constantly look down on others (Milkovich family, Sammi and Chucky, the world), without acknowledging their own faults. Lip is an arrogant asshole like Fi said who thinks he deserves the world, Fiona doesn't think her actions through and jumps head first, Debbie is self absorbed and still acts childish when she has a baby who needs her to grow up, ext.. Carl acknowledged he was doing bad, found a way to fix it and now is doing great.

I would love to see this. They all have faults and I don’t expect them to be perfect, but it would be nice if they could acknowledge or try to do better. Fiona needs a balance between putting herself first and being selfish. Lip needs to start looking at the people around him instead of focusing purely on himself, Debbie is finally starting to make adult decisions and hopefully, she continues to do so. I am so so proud of Carl recently! And also Ian who made a really hard decision, but ultimately he chose stability and his health over love. 


american gods episode 1 : the bone orchard

We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam.


happy birthday my precious squischy! 👵 🎂 👵

There’s no after-smacc image he’s dead and we all fucking know it

reasons to read Siren’s Lament:





and mORE ABS

Bonus: Some butt cleavage