Sal:
‘ … you’re a mean little rabbit, aren’tcha? ‘
“Guess I woke up on the wrong side of the soundstage.”

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Sal:
‘ … you’re a mean little rabbit, aren’tcha? ‘
“Guess I woke up on the wrong side of the soundstage.”
was tagged by: desxderium
Name of your muse: Ryan Grant
One picture that you like of your muse’s FC:
Two headcanons about your muse that you have never told anyone:
1. Ryan lives for music. His favorite musicians before he died were Jimi Hendrix and the Clash; he had aspirations to become a musician when he got older and was actually very talented on guitar.
2. He was raised by his father; his mother left when he was two. When Ryan went missing, his father eventually lost all hope and committed suicide. (You’re welcome for the sad headcanon.)
Three things your muse likes to do in their free time:
Play arcade/video games, play guitar, origami
Eight people your muse admires/loves:
Caleb Grant (his father), Frank Neubecker, Becky Philips, Aaron Richardson, Nate Dunn, Ava Flynn, Adele Mogul, and Brian May.
Three fond childhood memories:
Probably when he got his first guitar, Christmas with his grandparents, and when he made friends with Frank.
Two things your muse regrets:
Trusting the wrong people. When he loses his temper.
I’m tagging: everyone. do it.
springstrapped
“Has anyone told you recently that you suck.”
atlaswhite:
Damn damn damn damn
Erin:
hallstalker
“Ryan–Ryaaaan!” Erin scurried over to him, gently tugging on his sleeve as she looked up at him. “Um–so..I'unno where Becky and Nate are..but..but do ya wanna play with me? We don’t ever play a whole lot, and, well, I wanna change that! Ya wanna play hide and seek or somethin’?” Excited, she rocked on her heels, red curls bouncing up and down as she eagerly awaited his answer.
Ryan narrowed his eyes at Erin. “Maaaaybe. Only if it’s something that isn’t dumb.” It was true, they didn’t play around much. His eyes lit up at an idea and he grinned at Erin deviously. “Let’s hide stuff and make other people find it!”
issietheshark:
skins s03e05
Of course Peter was frustrated by it– He had the Lost Boys ( of course ), the Mermaids, ( and not to mention Tinkerbell ). Yet no matter what he did, he just COULDN’T get Tiger Lily and his tribe ( and as desperate as he may be, he wasn’t going to risk conflict between him and the tribe ). “Is there something wrong, Tiger Lily? It’s not often I see you over here.”
“Maybe I wanted to visit.” Tiger Lily smirks; he can speak English, but reserves doing so unless he has to. Or unless he’s speaking to Peter, which he hopes the other realizes is QUITE the compliment. He holds out a charm- the foot of a rabbit preserved perfectly on a cord- to Peter.
“A small gift. Nothing important.”
mustbetolld
He may fancy himself the one in charge, boasting how Neverland houses no kings. But Peter does not rule Tiger. Nor his tribe.
And he’s starting to wonder if that frustrates Peter.
Megalomania by Jeroen Krab
I smell sex and candy hey Who’s that loungin’ in my chair? Who’s that castin’ devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream
❛Where’s that even coming from all of the sudden? ❜
“Nowhere. All anyone listens to here is pop. It’s dumb.”
i wish u were miiiinee
“What are you talking about?” His fingers frame Noah’s face, curling his shoulders forward as he backs Noah into a dark, quiet corner away from everything else. Away from questioning glances and sneers, nightmares and bad memories. He leans in, forehead touching to Noah’s as he murmurs. “I already am.”