You ever think of all of the circumstances that brought you and another person together? How intricate each of the events that led up to you meeting were? Every moment had to be exactly how it was for you two to be exactly how you are together.
On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.
They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.
While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.
For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.
Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.
Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A decapitated hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.
Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.
Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him.
Happy ‘first GF fanart posted’ Anniversary for me!!~
A year ago, after watching the last aired episodes of Gravity Falls and getting curious about fandom, I took one of my paper doodles and decided to paint it and post it on my -not very active- tumblr account. Man, what a ride this year was!
I never found before something that really makes me get free from the apathy and emotions that kept me away from what I really loved to do, making art. I was frustrated about not improving my drawing and I was that kind of person who complained about not even being able to socialize with people on the internet, and now I’ve grown so much, and met all these incredible people, and everything thanks to this.
Thank you for accompany me during this year, if I met you the first day, the first month or yesterday, thank you all, and thanks to this series for help me grow and set me free.
shadowhunters is such an unproblematic version of the books like theres no cass clare, like half the main’s are poc and you see mathew daddario shirtless, so sure theres bad cgi sometimes and clary’s hair is a little orange but have you seen izzy’s lipstick it’s 100% worth it
Jack doesn’t notice at first, he was told to “man the grill” while Eric entertained their guests. It was the height of the summer and they were having anyone over who was still in providence. Usually Larissa would be hanging around him talking about her day at school or telling him about the dinosaurs, if she wasn’t with him she was with Bitty so it was probably fine.
“Hey Jack, Sweetheart, can you come help me with these pies?” Jack spared a look to the hamburgers on the grill before dashing in to the kitchen.
“Since when do you need my help with pies?”
“Is Larissa with you?”
“No, I’ll go find her, keep an eye on the hamburgers?” Jack was already walking up the stairs, Larissa’s bed room door was open but she wasn’t in there, she wasn’t in the bathroom or the office, he slowly walked in to his and Bitty’s room
“Larissa are you in here? Papa and Daddy are worried” he didn’t get an answer but he wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t on the bed and she was in the bathrooom. He looked under the bed and finally in his closet
“Larissa? Are you okay?” The closet was dark but he could see her backed up in to the corner “Is it too loud out there?” She hesitantly nodded and Jack sat in front of the closet door.
“Do you want papa to leave you alone?” She looked up at him and thought about it eventually shaking her head.
“Then I’m just gonna text daddy and tell him where we are.” He sent the text quickly before setting his phone down.
“Do you want your headphones?” At this Larissa nodded quickly
“I’ll be right back.” Jack hurried to Larissa’s room and grabbed her noise canceling headphones off her side table. When he handed them to her she smiled before putting them on. Jack sat in the door way to the closet proper against the door frame he was glad to be out of the yard, he loved his team and his friends but there were a lot of them.
After a while, how long Jack couldn’t say, he was pulled out of his thoughts by Larissa climbing in to his lap. She still had her headphones on so Jack just shifted a bit to get comfortable. Eventually Bitty came upstairs with two plates in his hands.
“Bits, we could have eaten hamburgers you didn’t have to go through the trouble of-”
“You hush, you know she’d rather eat this, especially tonight so making some for you too…well, it wasn’t any trouble at all.” Jack carefully woke up Larissa who smiled at the plate she was offered. Slowly she took off her headphones.
“Thank you daddy….can papa and I eat in here? Just tonight?”
“Just tonight because there are people at the table. I need to go back down stairs”
“Thank you daddy.”
“Thank you Eric.” Jack smiled at his daughter who was happily eating a chicken tender
“Rose,” Malcolm says into the intercom, frowning when she fails to reply. “Rose!” he repeats, and smacks the intercom in irritation before stomping to the door and yanking it open.
“–very, very good at it,” some intern is saying to Rose in the hall.
“I’ll bet you are,” she says with a laugh, and Malcolm freezes when he sees a variation of the flirty, tongue-touched grin she gives the boy–his smile. “Oh, sorry Tucker, did you need something?”
“My PA, for starters,” he says, eyes shooting daggers at the intern. “I believe that’s your job title, Miss Tyler. In your own fucking time.”
He pivots and strides back into his office, blood boiling as he calls himself every sort of idiot his extensive vocabulary can come up with. He briefly toys with the idea of getting the intern sacked, but dismisses it quickly. Forget the fucking nights at his flat, or the fucking dreams, forget the fucking, period. She’s half his age, she’s his PA, for christ’s sake. So what if she’s making eyes at some young intern? Of course she would be, it’s to be expected. It wasn’t as if it was a fucking romance. It was a dalliance, an affair…one that absolutely was not tearing his heart out just thinking about.
“Done flirting, then?” he asks when she steps into his office, and she gives him an odd look.
Me:Ah, yes, another "must live up to big sister's expectations" plot, another "sister who doesn't care at all about anything but perfection" character. I'd really hoped they were going to do something different, but -
Winter Schnee:NO, YOU BOOB. Are you eating well?! Have you taken up any new hobbies?