#ryan: 002.

[tessabhrams]

location: his house

status: closed for @ryanparrish

The situation felt a little too close to how she'd shown up at Ryan's door all those weeks ago, the only difference being that time her stomach knotted with what suspiciously felt like hope. This time, as she slid from the driver's seat the only thing Tess could call the beast in her belly was dread.

Unfortunately, she couldn't just get back in the car and continue avoiding this conversation any longer. It'd been long enough since the night of the auction, upset stomach be damned.

Still, her approach wasn't immediate. No. Tess eyed the door to his trailer with a healthy dose of trepidation for a solid minute before her feet finally got with the program.

Loosing a sigh from her lips she palmed her keys, then rapped a few closed fist knocks to get his attention. Assuming he was even home.

Was he home?

She probably should've called first. Except any amount of warning to her arrival would've only given Ryan time to formulate an excuse. An explanation as to how, exactly, he was still married when he'd point blank swore the opposite years ago.

Call her hypocritical (she'd kept her own secrets out of their letters) but the revelation of his absolutely still real marriage vows felt different from not disclosing Waverly sooner. Keeping news of her daughter away from his ears was still a shade dishonest, but it hadn't been a bold faced lie.

Just thinking about their parallel predicaments reignited a searing heat in her blood.

Married. Still married.

Tess barely managed to swallow the sound of her self-directed scoff when, at last, the door swung wide... and there he was. Ryan Parrish. The man she once assumed she'd spend her entire life with and now couldn't help but study like a stranger.

It killed her— Noting that difference between past and present. Between moving home and learning his carefully kept, blissfully wedded truth.

This wasn't how their story was supposed to go.

"I think it's time we talked." To Tess' credit she bravely jutted her chin, but her heart gave an unsteady gallop when she followed with the barbed quip, "Unless your wife is home?"

[bekturan]

location: Covinton's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @ryanparrish

Why she let Chess convince her to sign up was a mystery (one she regretted more by the minute) but, with the bidding set to begin soon enough, there wasn't much to be done. She was there. She was dressed in something other than a hoodie and some sweatpants. She was—

Okay. Still thinking about making a mad dash for it, if she was being honest.

A small, crooked grin broke across Bek's face that belied her nerves while she slipped closer to Ryan backstage.

Pressing against the wall, an open beer in her hands for liquid courage, she mused, "If we don't get any bids at all we're allowed to just leave, right?" Meaning: when she got up there, and nobody but her best friend donated a twenty to the cause, she could just leave... right?

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my heart, @devoureden, for ryan & luna.

it hadn't been more than a handful of days since they first met and ryan knew that night that it wasn't enough. it should have been considering they had the entire night together, but ryan had known he wanted to see her again. so, he let the work week pass and made a call to have luna meet him. this time, he arrived at the hotel first, getting up to the room and waiting for her there. when he heard a knock at the door, he walked along and opened the door with a smile on his lips at the sight of her, stepping aside with the door open for her to walk in. "well, don't you look stunning."

[glitchaxolol]

Help, I think I have a thing for low-key evil hot (dirty) blondes

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@spellbindingnights Laughing kids ran past them as they walked down the pier. People were playing games, eating cotton candy or simply strolling along the different stands. Ryan took a deep breath as he eased back into the familiar atmosphere. Screams could be heard as a roller coaster took its riders for a plunge and that brought a smile to his face. It was nice to be here, especially since it sometimes felt like he still hadn’t adjusted back to life here after working abroad, on a hospital ship for years. Not that he was complaining because his patients clearly had worse living conditions.

This place reminded him of all the fun he’d been missing out on, so much so that I’m spite of all the noise, Ryan was visibly relaxed. His hand brushed against Olivia’s before he tentatively slipped his fingers between hers. “Is that okay?”

[manybcdthings]

jones cabins

ethan jones, tammie jones and ryan cross @rviner @dxrkenedheights

"Tammie!" Ethan called for his daughter as soon as his and Ryan's boots trudged through the cabin. He waited for her face to peek from the bedroom and he nodded his head towards the obvious blood-stained Cross at his side. "Got somethin' of yours." he wasn't going to play coy any longer, because for anything that was thought of Beau, it had finally gone too far. Despite his age catching up with him at times, Ethan was thankful that it had given him wisdom. Wisdom that allowed him to see things exactly how they were, to connect dots and put two and two together with ease. And this little troublesome duo didn't need a detective to crack. It wasn't even a mystery. "Come and sit down, 'cause both of y'all need to hear this." he told her, gesturing to the couch.

With a sigh, Ethan sat on the couch opposite and his eyes scanned between the two of them. "Now, it probably ain't gonna be long until this gets back to Wolf so I'm tryna resolve this and work out the best way to go forward. Because usually, if someone attacks one of my wolves, I will be makin' sure they get given some Hell in return." an eye for an eye never really bothered Ethan. Except this particular situation was slightly messier. "And Tammie," he gave his daughter a sharp look. "You need to hear all this because I don't think for one second, this ain't got something to do with the damn triangle that's been going on between y'all. I love you to death, but for some reason I ain't taught you the art of being subtle. So let's stop pretending, okay? I'm about sick of it." Granted, Beau injected himself firmly in the middle of it all. But still. He looked to Ryan. "You flip switches fast, Ry but that-" he waved a hand to the door. "What did he do that made you wanna make a Picasso outta his face?"

[winterline13-art]

Ryan Hall, Y'all

Was watching Ryan Hall's livestream coverage of Hurricane Helene's landfall yesterday and wanted to make some fanart for him! I have SUPER bad weather anxiety especially when I don't know what's going on, but Ryan's videos have been super helpful in easing a lot of that anxiety. Something he says a lot is "Don't be scared. Be prepared." and I've really been taking that to heart.

I was set to be right in the center path of this storm pretty much right up until it made landfall and went out east of me, so I was real nervous about how things would go. But I had Ryan's nowcasting stream, I had the information from his forecasting videos, and my family and I had made all the preparations we could so it helped a ton <3

If y'all have never heard of Ryan Hall and also have weather anxiety like me, HIGHLY recommend his videos!! You both learn a lot about weather as a whole and therefore feel a lot more informed and aware, but he's so awesome at explaining things well and providing resources to go out and learn more. :D

[dxrkenedheights]

where: supply depot, dec 31st with: ryan cross and isla alvarez @waterfallswords

★・・・・・・★

"Yo, El!" Ryan calls as he appears from the other side of the truck. Preparations far from over before they can head out and embark on what's to come. It's why Ryan doesn't feel too bad with his intentions of plucking Isla from Elliot, knowing she'll wind on back to him for the final farewells. "Lemme steal y'girl for a minute." he adds once closer, clapping Elliot's arm as he passes. His baby brother has his mouth too full of food, his protest just a mumble of crumbs so Ryan has the perfect excuse to not listen. He's able to gently sweep Isla way from Elliot, dashing smile including.

But a rare expression of sincerity moves to his features once he's stepped aside with Isla, Ryan taking in a deeper breath. "I uh..." he let's out a laugh, mostly because a struggle for words isn't even him. The earlier conversation with Tammie has his mind working in an overdrive, one he has to clear if he's going to bring his best fighting foot to the night. "In my room, in my dresser at the bottom. There's like uh...a paper sack with some whiskey in it. I know you can't drink but just...I don't know. Use my name to get some cake or somethin' from the cafe. But you can do that and head to Tammie's?" asking for favors isn't in his nature either, Ryan usually the one to take on them for everybody else. "She's gonna be worried about JJ and I know she won't wanna worry every other damn Jones too, and you're gonna be worried about El so...just have a girl night. Whatever the fuck y'all do." he huffs then, but it wouldn't be Ryan if a joke didn't follow. "And hey, if just by chance, a pillow fight happens, you got that camera right?"

[lionprotected]

@benedictmd (festival starter!)

waking  up  sore  with  another  person  in  his  bed  was  still  ...strange  even  now.  so  used  to  being  alone,  so  used  to  having  the  entire  bed  to  himself  that  he  often  found  himself  waking  up  halfway  atop  the  alpha  who'd  invited  himself  into  his  home.  that  ...was  the  only  reason  for  that  happenstance,  of  course.  if  he  was  to  burrow  into  the  alpha's  neck,  then  his  drowsy  state  would  have  to  be  blamed.  working  overtime  more  often  than  not,  ryan  pretty  much  always  felt  drowsy  &  so...  he  may  or  may  not  wake  up  with  an  arm  around  his  waist  &  his  face  lodged  in  the  alpha's  neck.  no,  he  did  not  enjoy  the  man's  scent.

&  if  it  calmed  him  down,  then  that  was  an  unwanted  side-effect.  eyes  glanced  up  to  meet  the  other's,  slowly  retrieving  his  limbs  from  ...across  ben's  entire  goddamn  body & rolling into his back or side.. a bit of both.  he  woke...feeling  a  little  uneasy,  but  well  -  there  was  still  the  alpha  thing  &  the  marking  without  asking  thing  -  or  the  fact  benedict  came  back  smelling  like  someone  else,  or  the  fact  the  alpha  was  insatiable.  plenty  of  reasons  actually. "....mornin'.  you..  hungry?"  words  rumbled  the  other's  way  -  well,  they  were  more  of  a  grumble,  maybe.  it  was  saturday  &  the  beginning  of  the  festival.  his  festival.  maybe  they  could...  eh,  stupid  idea.

[ofwrxth]

+ RYAN / CROSS CABIN / NOV. 13

It's near midnight and Elliot can't sleep. Rather than toss and turn, he brushes a kiss to Isla's temple and heads to the small living room of their cabin. If this was Center Hill, he might've cracked open a beer, grabbed a pack of smokes and sat on the front steps of the trailer. But there's no beer, and no smokes, and, more importantly, they're thousands of miles from Atlanta.

He stokes the fire in the living room, watching the embers burn back to life before taking a seat. Elliot studies the dancing flames as he considers a whole host of things. But, at the forefront of his mind is the news they'd shared with their family earlier tonight. Another child. They hadn't even found their first, and here they were, preparing for a second.

Elliot feels a bitterness he didn't know could exist alongside a muted joy. Because it feels wrong to be happy. It feels wrong to be excited. It all feels wrong. He's lost in thought but catches another door creaking open. Elliot pokes the fire again, watching the orange pillars leap and swirl as he gives a slight nod in Ryan's direction. "Couldn't sleep," he murmurs, the statement unnecessary but used to break the silence. "And Hunt stole my smokes last week." Well stole, is a bit of a stretch. More like Elliot lost them in a game of cards, even though he knew better than to play with his brother. @dxrkenedheights

[mindcrowned]

@shadowembraced

ryan didn't like to be the center of attention - he never did & yet he was always forced into it by one person or another. the kids in the group home, the caretakers, his older sisters, teachers. he'd always been the target of attention he didn't want. sure, work as a teacher pushed that a little, but it was a different kind of attention & it was the kind he chose. this entire … situation here, the showcase .. was far from what he was comfortable with. he'd ..watched & he'd listened, quite determined not to give his trick away yet - partially because he didn't want to deal with questions, but also because he just didn't want to… show… off anything.

but the offer made was … it called to him. he'd been determined to get drunk, which he'd been denied, so… yeah, the offer actually sounded good. sure, he didn't want to touch the actor, not at all - not even just a minute, but he didn't know anybody else & iceman… messed up his plans by fucking up. as did charlie, ryan didn't really want to deal with those powers. shadows …it was. he thought he did .. okay. misha seemed to think so, too, because he was still willing to hold up his end of the bargain.

even though he shut off his timer, he still had shadow weaver in his system. he just made a point not to go past his limit, which .. changed with practice. he could go longer, but .. it tended to affect him in ways he didn't want to experience. when he felt the pressure of a hand against his back, he wanted to step aside, but before he could, shadows wrapped around them & then he was elsewhere. "neat trick you got there."

[dxrkenedheights]

★・・・・・・★

Ryan lifts his hand in signal for Wolf to speak, knowing what it is will be spoken regardless. He appreciates his older brother's perspective, and always has. Wolf's way of viewing the world made it's mark when they were children, Ryan able to find a level of optimism that otherwise would never be there. But, as the years drew on, the optimism became less and less obvious no matter how tirelessly Wolf tried to highlight it. Instead, the remains of it in Ryan were in the form of a protective smile and laughter. Oh but as children? He was right there in the worlds Wolf created, believing that a new beginning was on the horizon. And now? Ryan is slowly sinking back to that feeling, a new beginning closer than ever before. He's in it, but his mind is in desperate need of catching up. "I know what you're sayin', Wolfy but I don't think you're hearin' me." he says carefully, never once locking horns with Wolf in the history of their brotherhood. "You trusted me for a reason, right? So I know even if I've been a fuckin' idiot, there's a part'a you that's gotta listen to me." he leans forward and not from agitation, to try and find the middle ground between him and Wolf. Something that usually is so easy and clear. "I ain't sayin' it's too slow, I'm just saying that we can't change how we wanna in one go. It's gotta be steps, and I think we're skirtin' around the real obvious right now. If we change too much, what the fuck is gonna happen to Hunt?"

"I'm going to say something you might not like." Wolf sighs, waving his hand. "But, I'll say it to anybody if that makes it any better." he takes a moment to settle again in his seat, eyes flicking to the cabin door and then back to his brother. He can see the changes Ryan fights with too, but how he also embraces them and strives to embody them. It doesn't go unnoticed and sometimes Wolf struggles with his own doubt. Can any of it really change? Truly? Or is it a hopeful dream. "I know we would all do anything to bring Cece back for Elliot. I think we all think about it all every day, and Hunter probably is drowning with it." he begins, nodding to the door. "But this is Isla and Elliot's pain and the most trouble they've caused? Elliot none, and the most trouble Isla does is break our hearts when she gets upset. So you and Hunter need to get something in check. I'm not sure what it is. But like Kat and Rory, it's not your jobs to take it upon yourselves. It's mine." he taps the table, not wanting to dwell on the difficult subject for longer than they need to. "We are not going too slow, Ryan. We are just reacting differently than we would. And that's the whole point, isn't it?"

[manybcdthings]

fixin up truckz like a man

hunter cross and ryan cross @dxrkenedheights

"Oh Jesus Christ, get the fuck 'way from me." Hunter waved his hand as he moved around the truck, trying to shoo Ryan from venturing too close. He was still in a sore mood about the bar, in desperate need of a few enjoyable drinks and under the impression that it was Ryan's fault it even started. However, a Cross was a Cross and even if he was childishly bitter for the foreseeable future, the check in still happened. "What you want now? Every time you're near me, we get into shit. Had to try and concentrate while Carina was...tellin me off like a damn school kid." Hunter laughed but it was gone as quick as it sounded out as he looked to Ryan closely, trying to determine if the visit was for annoyance purposes or his brother could potentially need something. "If that big one is comin' for you now, I don't give a fuck. You didn't do shit to help, Ry. You were fighting like a lil girl."

[tasty-littl-snack]

Watcher Weekly 002 January 16th 2020

Travel season 2024

Yes the talk in ww is maybe a joke. (before Steven answers this they joke about things like building a lazy river or making a rollercoaster, things that are obviously unreal).

But it made me think about how also Ryan said in making Watcher 2021 that Ghost files was in the plans ever since they started their company. That they have ideas for things that take a long while to develop. Obviously Travel season is much more than "travelling and eating" but I think it's amazing that something that was only a joke when they started evolved into such an amazing show.

Idk I just like people following their dreams.

[dxrkenedheights]

where: kaslo, canada with: ryan cross and tammie jones @rviner

★・・・・・・★

He has to admit than when he imagined going out on a run with Tammie, it wasn't with the rest of her family too. Only damn one missing is Ethan and Ryan supposes that's one silver lining, despite the slight awkwardness of catching JJ's eyes in the rearview mirror whenever he chuckles a little too long at something Tammie says. He's been tucked in the back of a car before with Tammie, quite a few times but never with a watchful eye from her brother and sister. By the time they reach the small village, the suggestion to split up is like music to his ears and he doesn't dwell on the fact that he could hear both Nora and JJ's eyes roll as he automatically steps to Tammie's direction.

It takes Ryan a few steps to shake away the close feeling, like swatting flies away that are eyes burning into the back of his head before he laughs. "Jesus. I know y'all Jones' can hold grudges but JJ really don't let up, huh?" he huffs out the tension as he walks with her, but...the slight feeling of close doesn't subside. It's not quite noticeable to comment but instead is a soft prickle at the back of his neck. Itching it, Ryan nods towards the hotel to the left of them. "Here." he taps her as he crosses behind to approach it. Once upon a time, he was sure this little village was beautiful. The backdrop of mountains, the sound of a distant rippling body of water. Even the architecture stands proud in their ruin, but...only. They're not quite ruined. Ryan pauses his steps, taking an exaggerated look either side of the lined street. He glances over his shoulder while he begins to walk again, the closeness he feels had him expecting to see JJ and Nora a few paces behind but instead, he can see them venturing in the opposite direction. "Feel weird to you?" he nudges Tammie's elbow with the back of his hand to catch her attention as they enter the abandoned hotel. "Feels weird to me."

[tenderstars]

"—Hey," Ryan managed to say back in a groggy voice, his eyes still half squinted shut as he rubbed them gently. Sometimes, not being able to write anything took more of a toll on him than when songs came out without trying... and the drinking didn't help. "I'm... hungover?" he admitted with a soft chuckle. "You?" he squinted over as he exhaled softly. "I swear I didn't just come over so you could feed me, but I'll have anything I'm starving," the boy admitted. To be fair, he could always eat.

As his eyes fully opened, he realized that everything seemed slightly out of place from the night before but a glimpse outside the window caught his eye. "Holy shit," he muttered at the snow that was gleaming. "I thought they said it was only supposed to be one or two inches of snow," his car was now half under a pile of white sheets as he turned to look back at Alex.

The place seemed slightly out of place as he had left it last night. His eyebrows furrowed as he made his way over to Alex. "What time did you go to sleep?" he yawned softly. With how cold it was, he could have easily slept in for half a day but he had to start the drive back sometime today, although that now seemed very unlikely.

Like / reblog for a starter where our muses are ❄️snowed❄️ in together!

Where had everything come from?

Alex walked his old house, a hand trailing the marble countertops until he came to the kitchen sink, standing over it for awhile, because it wasn't just a kitchen sink to him. His room was exactly how he'd left it. Alex sighed, bags dropping on the floor as he inspected the mattress. It was a process- you see, he'd flipped it before he left, letting it rest upside down while the cover, tight cloth and zippers from the manufacturer, showed true. He wasn't sure whether it was a comfort to know his parents had simply shut the door on that aspect of his life or if it kind of pissed him off . . . They weren't here right now, so maybe it was the latter.

"Hi." Alex wasn't quite sure what Ryan was doing here, a couple text messages passing between them before the other asked where he was at and if they wanted to work on some stuff. Alex didn't really have any answers to everyone's pressing questions at the moment, but he had no reason to say no, so here Ryan was, rooming in the guest room of his old house while Alex cooked them dinner and drank way more than should ever have been needed for simple chit-chat.

The sky had turned grey outside. It'd been like that for days. Always was around this time of year.

Ryan eventually went to bed, obvious, unspoken questions passing through his expressions. Alex sat at the kitchen table, avoiding his old room as much as possible for the visit. A guitar sat, perched awkwardly beside him while he read through various Wikipedia articles, drinking from a cold cup of bitter coffee. He was supposed to be working. He'd meant to spend the last few months working but . . . nothing was coming out. Nothing he could share at least. He'd thought being back home would make it better in a way. Get him away from L.A. at least. Instead it made him feel like screaming louder than he ever had before, except for the fact that everyone was going to hate him and there were so many other things going on and he just couldn't! He couldn't say it!

He couldn't explain his single, or unreleased album, and he couldn't fucking answer the interviewers questions because it fucking terrified him! And opening himself up meant so much more than just being open . . . He couldn't deal with their consequences. Not now. Not ever. He couldn't get better.

The snow began piling against the door, rushing toward the windows with a silence that only the bitterest of winters could manage. It was beautiful. Alex hadn't bothered to turn on the lights all night. There wasn't a need with the snow illuminating everything. Alex didn't know how long he'd been staring at the window, and he didn't break his gaze for a moment as he became aware of the other padding down the stairs toward him. "Hey." His quiet voice rang through the space before the next moment swallowed it, waiting for the next words. "How are you feeling? You hungry? Should I be makin' you something?" @tenderstars