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the Board of Wisedom
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did anyone else ride around on the vacuum cleaner when they were kids?
Lamp Halo might be my fav Fake AH Crew fic
pRETTY GIRL WhATS YOUR NAMe WHATS YoUR NUmbEr
Gavin: Whenever we're all traveling... or whenever Meg is nearby Ryan will have a drink.
(Dead silence)
Ryan: I mean...
Michael: (quietly) oh shit.
Didn’t know you were doing this right now actually!
Lamp Halo might be my fav Fake AH Crew fic
It’s not easy being Gold. Always a smile, sharp and glittering. Always an attitude, bright and cocky. Always charming, sexy, beautiful, but never calm, soft.
It’s too much. He’s breaking down.
Take a break, they say. If it’s not fun anymore, that defeats the purpose.
Because he knows it’s all a game. It’s a game where their lives are risked, but that makes it all the more fun. He’s not gonna take a break.
Try a different angle, they suggest. A different mask, a different brand.
Rose Gold.
Softer, gentler, calmer. It’s a change the city is not expecting. It’s a change his clients are not expecting.
It’s a change his enemies are not expecting.
They target the boy who was golden, now tinged with pink. They look at his new weaknesses and try to exploit them.
They don’t realize he’s twice as dangerous. Because he’s comfortable again. He’s back to playing his game.
And metal has sharp edges, but roses also have thorns.
First in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @cutehaywood
He’s tired of being glittering. He’s bored with being soft. The next option is obviously becoming cold as ice, hard as diamond. Biting and sharp.
His plans become cleaner, less convoluted. Get in, commit several felonies, get out. Crisp. Pure.
They ask if it’s silver, or maybe diamond itself. He tells them to stop being silly.
It’s White Gold.
Second in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @xkatelyn13x
stop whitewashing calum hood :-)
ERMAHGERD 5sOs iS sUch a bOybAnd
Imagine your brother and his friends are home rehearsing for their next performance and after a few seconds you decide to sneak in your brother’s mini studio and see them play “She’s Kinda Hot”.
wait for it
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat. Zayn Malik
If you want to download it, click here: http://underneathmyfallingstars.tumblr.com/post/154527586383/can-you-give-me-the-song-of-zayn-and-tay ;)
this town breaks people, don’t you know? but he’s a firecracker, that boy. crackling spitfire mouth over freckled porcelain, shows up piss drunk to a fight and leaves with knuckles worn red, happiness violent-smeared across his face and you think, beautiful, you think, destructive, and you think he is invincible. he holds his chin high, teeth sharp. head cocked just so, eyes hard like bullets. bandages wrapped like a promise. fists like a prayer. it is not until you see the fuse stamped out, not until the fight comes to him and he’s too sober for it, not until you have to teach him how to cry, to spill sorrow without shaking apart that you realize not everyone has the luxury of being vulnerable. so slot your mouth against his, that boy you love. smoke the unfurling terror out from inside his gut. wrap your arms around him and think, like a promise, think, like a prayer, think, be safe be safe be safe. it is hard to live in this town, don’t you know? it is easy to survive. see, that boy, he holds his chin high as though treading water. he lowers it only to kiss you.
CODEPENDENCY // h.x.l. (for @firstnameagent)
Fahc - Super Powered
It’s very important you all pay attention to what I’m about to say. I wish to call your attention to a group that’s been causing us a lot of trouble; The Fake AH Crew. At this point we can safely say they are powered individuals, part of a… not a different species, they’re still human. They’re like another race, but it’s not the colour of their skin or the shape and placement of their features that make them different. It’s their abilities.
They call them Manipulators, people capable of ‘manipulating’ their environment, hence the name of course. They’re not common, but where there’s one, there’s normally a few, crowding in an area like rats. The Government dislikes their existence due to the majority refusal of Manipulators to fight in America’s wars, however, the many attempts to assassinate or capture these individuals has led only to pain or death to those sent to get them. Basically the government stopped trying. No longer being hunted by the government, Manipulators have begun living normal lives, most of them anyways; of course some went down the hero root. Others didn’t. Everyone knows being a hero doesn’t pay. A life of crime, however, can. The Fake AH Crew isn’t the only one of it’s kind but it’s certainly one of the more well known. They rule an entire city for god’s sake. That being said, it‘s not easy. To use a manipulation takes a great amount of focus and energy; it’s not like riding a bike, that you never forget or it gets easier. You can practice and practice until you’ve worn your body down to nothing, but the weight of using the gift never gets any easier. The Fake AH crew know this. They don’t win every fight, they can’t afford someone passing out because they exerted too much energy, so it’s rare to see any of the crew use their manipulations.
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Interrogatives
Pairing: Michael/Gavin (Mavin)
Rating: G (TEETH ROTTINGLY SWEET, DIABETES ENDUCING FLUFF)
Words: 1796
“I loved five other people before you.”
“What were their names?”
“Who, what, when, where, and why.”
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A reminder of the difference between equally non-violent protests when the protestors are majority black and majority white in terms of the police.
And if you need a reminder of what happens when it’s non-violent Native Americans well…
Happy #ObamaDay
(photos by pete souza, official white house photographer)
“Yeah…yeah you looked beautiful”
(skip to 3:37ish)
DID GAVIN JUST FUCKING SAY HE WOULD HAVE SEX WITH DAN
ARE
YOU
FAKIN
SRS
♡ Dan and Gavin in this video ♡
Fool’s Gold
I have this image of Joel Heyman, one of the most widely recognized founders of the notorious RT Crew, meeting lil Gavin Free for the first time.
Like, imagine, Gavin was over in the US for a bit, helping Gus with some hacking and following Burnie and Geoff around like a lost puppy, and Joel stumbles upon him.
Maybe Joel was away, overseas maybe, talking to some fences about the Monet paintings stashed in the warehouse (and maybe looking into a gold heist on the side) and he finally comes home, to find a kid (a literal kid, Jesus Christ Burnie) lounging around the penthouse.
Joel knows about Gavin, there’s no way he couldn’t with how often Burnie and Geoff, and even Gus, praised the “dumbass little genius,” but he had never seen his face before.
Gavin notices him, and nearly breaks his laptop in his haste to stand up. Joel stares at him for a moment before gesturing him to follow. Gavin scrambles after him.
“So…” Joel drawls as he leads the other through the maze-like halls of the penthouse. “What’s your schtick, kid.”
“Hacker,” Gavin states instantly. “Burnie brought me to—“
Joel waved that away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I meant what else.”
Gavin shot him a look of confusion. Joel groaned obnoxiously.
“Y’knoooow, what else did he bring you for? There’s no way he brought you here just to hack, I mean, we already have Gus, and Jason, and Burnie’s no slouch in the technical division himself. So, why’d he bring you all the way here?” Joel stops in the hallway, Gavin nearly slamming into his back. Joel turns and stares intently at the younger man. “What did he see in you?”
Gavin looks mildly affronted, and Joel wonders if he should backtrack when Gavin speaks again.
“I ran a crew, back in England. It was small, pretty damn small for all that we accomplished, but it worked. I spent most of my time hacking, or planning, but I was a frontman too.” Here, he hesitates, averting his eyes, before he looks back at Joel.
“Geoff has some plans…and he’s teaching me to be a frontman. New identity and everything.”
Joel scrutinizes him for a second before he continues walking.
“Have you thought of one yet? An identity?”
Gavin shrugs sheepishly. “All the ones I’ve come up with are rubbish. I think Geoff’s beginning to think I’m a lost cause.”
Joel hums before stopping abruptly in front of a door. He digs the key out of his pocket and unlocks it, gesturing Gavin in.
“Uh…Joel?” Gavin asks while Joel rummages through his drawers. “What exactly am I doing here?”
Joel ignores him, muttering to himself. He finally finds what he’s looking for and exclaims, slamming the drawer closed. He holds up something to Gavin’s face.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Uh yeah, gold?” Gavin reaches for it, but Joel snatches it away.
“Nope,” Joel says, popping the ‘p.’ “This, kid, is pyrite. Also known as ‘Fool’s Gold.’ To the untrained eye, it looks identical to gold, but its not. Just sulfur and iron fused together.”
“Okay—?”
“Hey!” Joel snaps, glaring. “I’m giving you a lesson here, shut the fuck up.”
Gavin puts his hands up in surrender, and Joel huffs once before continuing.
“This, this is your identity. The point of the frontman is to be the face of the crew, while also gaining information. You have to make it easy for people to trust you, while also fearing you. You pick a role and that’s the role everyone will know you as. Does that make sense?”
Gavin nods.
“You have to be like Fool’s Gold. You have to look shiny and expensive. You’re forcing people to look at the crew like a precious metal, you understand? But you have to be more than that. Fool’s Gold has edges, like a crystal, and it’s stronger than regular gold. It may not be actual gold, and you—“ he pokes Gavin in the chest “—may be playing a role, hiding behind smoke and mirrors, but you can’t ever let anyone else know that. The crew depends on no one ever finding out. That’s the point of a frontman.”
Gavin looks at him, equal parts awed and overwhelmed.
“I—“ Gavin clears his throat. “I think I understand. Thank—”
Joel waves away the appreciation, tossing the piece of pyrite to the other.
“Get outta here, I’m exhausted. Who just got off a long ass flight? This guy! All you fuckers don’t even know what it feels like to be Joel. And where’s my appreciation? ‘Oh Joel can you do this, can you do that?’ No! Everyone can just go fuck themselves!” Joel ends his tirade, smiling a little when Gavin laughs.
“Get outta here, kid.“
“See you, J-Roll.”
A few months later, Joel hears about Geoff’s crew out in Los Santos, wrecking havoc all along the shore. He hears about his second-in-command, his brawlers, his sniper, and his mercenary. But, mainly, he hears about Ramsey’s Golden Boy, and Joel can’t help but laugh.
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
[AO3]
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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ryan giving a virtual kiss on top of gavin’s head in the new 7 Days to Die was the best thing to come out of achievement hunter.
5sos + incorrect quotes
damn Calum’s morning voice
Michael Jones calling Gavin “baby” in the Outlast 2 Play Pals Reblog if u agree
Michael Jones calling Gavin “baby” in the Outlast 2 Play Pals Reblog if u agree