Sweet Seals For You, Always
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hello vonnie
we're not kids anymore.
macklin celebrini has autism
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Origami Around
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EXPECTATIONS
Product Placement
cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@noxexistant
hi! you can call me nox or bunny. he/they/she, 23 y/o, england.
currently: project hail mary + ryan gosling in general.
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art, writing, and gif requests are always open <3
art is under #my art gifs are under #my gifs writing is under #my writing things people have drawn for me are under #art for me
my ao3 is catbrains
frankly embarrassing how badly i have imprinted on stephen. i have so many thoughts about him.
RYAN GOSLING filmography 17/? STEPHEN MEYERS in THE IDES OF MARCH 2011 • dir. George Clooney
I just finished Blade Runner 2049 I feel sick
carcrash (henry letham/driver), 666 words.
It takes Henry perhaps too long to finally ask, "What the hell are you doing?"
He's been focusing on drawing. Inspiration is hard to come by these days — or, not inspiration, really, but motivation — and he tends to obsessively follow it when it appears. He keeps his sketchbook on him, a pen and pencil tucked into the elastic, and when the mood strikes he takes it out whenever, wherever. Driver's gotten used to moving around him, even when he's hunched for hours right in the way in their too-small apartment. Sometimes, at most, he'll gently coax Henry to move somewhere more comfortable, or at least sit in a way that supports his back and bad leg, and he'd done that today.
Henry had let him, allowing himself to be gently shifted like a doll as he'd sketched furiously, singleminded in his focus lest he risk it slipping through his fingers. But there's been a nagging thought in his mind, and it comes to him again now like something surfacing in a lake — Driver hadn't moved away.
Henry's used to his hair being in his face. It's too long, he hasn't gotten it cut in…he doesn't know. And it's annoying. It's always in the way — just like he is — but when it's longer like this it hides the scars on his face, the knots of silvery-pink tissue that people love to stare at. It's something to hide behind, some tiny defense, even if he despises it when he's trying to focus.
It's gone now.
He shifts, flicks his head to feel the familiar sensation of his hair moving, but only feels Driver's fingers fumble somewhere against the back of his scalp.
"What are you doing?" he repeats.
"Jus' keep drawing."
"You're the one distracting me."
He takes his left hand off his sketchbook, balancing the corner of it against his knee brace instead so he can keep absentmindedly drawing, and paws at his head where Driver's been working. His hair's been pulled back gently against his scalp, and he feels ridges where the strands of it have been weaved.
A braid. A French braid — two of them, almost symmetrical, down either side of his head. They're a little untidy, little tufts and strands poking out where Henry's hair is too short to stay in place, and Driver's clearly out of practice. Henry can feel how the lines of them falter, bending at his crown, crowding almost too close at his nape. The one Driver is finishing now bends out sharply to accommodate, completely uneven.
Athena liked braiding her hair. She used to complain about her curls then, cursing the way they'd fight out of the braids, never sitting sleek and flat the way she apparently wanted them to. Henry liked — likes, still — the way they looked, the strands of hair that would poke and fall and frizz. Artfully messy, perfectly untidy.
"I don't want you sleek and neat," he remembers telling her once. "It wouldn't be you then."
"You're such a flirt."
"Is that flirting?"
Her laugh is still ringing in his ears when he processes Driver's palm against his shoulder.
"You okay?" Driver asks softly.
Henry resists the automatic urge to say he is, and takes stock instead, the way he's been practicing with Sam.
"Yeah," he settles on. "Was a nice one."
He feels Driver tie off the braid. It feels strange, the end of it against his neck, but it's not unpleasant. Henry tilts his head to feel it brush back and forth.
"How do you know how to braid?" he asks.
"I don't know," Driver replies. It's not dishonest, but weighted and empty in a way Henry knows by now. A lost memory, repressed or dissociated. Not a nice one. He leaves it alone.
"You're good at it."
"Not really."
"All my hair's out of my face."
"You like it?"
Henry nods.
"I'll keep doing it, then," Driver says softly. "I'll practice."
"Okay."
Henry keeps drawing. Driver curls wordlessly into his side.
if yuo are, , in my "notifciations," i see you therue. i see you. im watching,. and i love you
Ryan Gosling as Julian in ONLY GOD FORGIVES (2013).
the fetishization of the glorification of romanticism of generalized of sexualization of the normalised of the glamorization of the idealized of the
fun character types
character who is not allowed to kill themself
related: suicidal character who physically can't kill themself
alive character who has successfully committed suicide
character who hasn't died but has committed thematic suicide of the Self
character who thinks they're suffering karmic punishment for killing/trying to kill themself
just need a drink. or a cigarette. or perhaps even a sledgehammer to the back of the head
"I thought, 'how noble of me,' and, uh, everyone else thought I should be in jail."
As requested by @swooning-for-six: Ryan Gosling as Courtland Gentry in THE GRAY MAN (2022) dir. The Russo Brothers
Ryan Gosling as Driver in DRIVE (2011) Dir. Nicolas Winding Refn.
shoutout to the person who left a public bookmark on my stuntdriver fic just to say they hate the name i use for driver
little miss unfinished fic has created a new ellipsus document
driver who can and will do the most petrifying, death-defying stunts and manoeuvres in a car and feel nothing but exhilaration at most, but when he’s on the back of luke’s motorcycle — even when they’re just coasting down a straight road — he feels the absolute fear of god. he needs four wheels on the ground, thank you very much, needs some sense of stability and not the helpless leaning and cloying pull of the air around him. needs a seat behind him and metal around him.
luke finds it hilarious. finds it a little too endearing. he speeds up and takes a turn a little too sharp just to feel the way driver’s clinging hold on him tightens, hands fisting into luke’s shirt, face burying against the muscle of his back, a silent plea. driver will never ask to stop. but he’ll be breathless and a little shaky when they get where they’re going, stumbling when he climbs off the bike, and when luke catches him driver’ll lean into him all too eagerly. and, well, luke can’t feel bad then.
