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damn Calum’s morning voice

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did anyone else ride around on the vacuum cleaner when they were kids?

Fake AH Crew Aesthetic: No Church in the Wild

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but Los Santos wasn’t Rome. Sure, taking the city would take time, but Ramsey was no pushover and he was convinced this city would be his one day. Of course there would be trials to overcome, like the rabble rioting in the streets below, led by a commanding woman for the people. There were also whispers of a mercenary sent to end his reign before it even began, but Ramsey wasn’t worried. He would have it all, no matter the cost.  Blood, sweat, tears, and two new allies later, Ramsey was finally at the top. He had control. He had it all. But there was one thing the Kingpin didn’t consider… His city was home to the Lads, and they don’t really like to be controlled.

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

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A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.

It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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i’m laughing at the concept of immortal fake ah crew deciding to hide their immortality and this leading to shenanigans 

like jeremy fucking laughs the first time somebody shoots him in the chest, just a full-blown giggle you’d expect from a four year old, and then he’s like oh shit right and falls over dramatically like something out of the three stooges

gavin gets “killed” one weekend and then a few days later his killer sees him at a fucking stop-n-shop or something and gavin spends a full twenty minutes convincing the guy that he’s his own twin

michael gets stabbed in the stomach and is immediately like “i just GOT this FUCKING SHIRT– i mEAN OW, OH NO, I’VE BEEN STABBED, I’M DEFINITELY BLEEDING OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING, OH THE INHUMANITY” (”laying it on a little thick there, michael,” lindsay says)

ray gets shot and is basically like sweet naptime and fucking very carefully settles down on the sidewalk and strips off his hoodie and bundles it under his head like a pillow and dozes off ray does this every time he gets injured under the pretense that it might have killed me if i was mortal you don’t know (ray you got shot in the foot wake the hell up)

whenever jack gets “killed” and is later seen by the person who killed her, she staunchly insists she’s a ghost (”i’m here to haunt your ass for the rest of eternity, fucker”)

geoff and ryan get taken by a rival gang and ryan is shot in the chest; ryan immediately looks down at himself with a sad face and goes “aww.” (he’s wearing his “normal guy” shirt; geoff’s kind of glad it’s ruined now) geoff gives ryan a pointed look and ryan blinks, then clutches at his chest and starts to fucking monologue “Had I but time–as this fell sergeant, death, is strict in his arrest–” (”ryan, what.”) “But let it be. Horatio, I am dead–” (”then fucking die already, what are you doing, is that hamlet”) “aND IN THIS HARSH WORLD DRAW THY BREATH IN PAIN TO TELL MY STORY–” geoff ends up wrestling the gun from the gang member so he can shoot ryan again look, ryan has to use that theater experience somehow

the Board of Wisedom

I know lots of people love Ryan Haywood for the looks, the smart humor, the voice (oh man that voice)….but there’s one thing I will always remember about Ryan:

That scream he did on that Survivors Let’s Play

Michael: “Luke was naked in a classroom.” Luke: “That never happened.” Calum: “It happened.” Ashton: “It happened, we have photo evidence.”

HE’S SO EMBARRASSED 

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Hey everybody, I’m gonna fly away on an airplane from my broken home to the girl who cried wolf. She makes my heart catch fire. She’s kinda hot and when I feel invisible we waste the night together in San Francisco. I wanna breathe her in like a vapor and I wish we could go on a permanent vacation to outerspace together no matter how much money it cost. I don’t want to feel like a castaway anymore. We both have jet black hearts and it’s time we safety pin them together.