#rhys 002.

[ines-perez]

with: @rhysles​​ where: shining ball, outside.

Ines would never consider herself a smoker, but she did allow for the odd allowance. A particularly stressful day? Tick. Drinking socially? Tick. It’d carried through from her days working various bars, standing in back alleys with her co-workers as they share cigarettes, count tips and discussed the types of people they’d served that night (and how many numbers they’d been passed from people fawning over the short shorts).

Thats how she found herself here, lingering outside, unlit cigarette sat between two fingers as she gnawed softly against a red lip. Stealing one from a friend inside, she’d failed to pick up a lighter, and the pickings of people out here were few and far between. 

Yet, any of those people would still be better than the person she found herself wandering slowly towards. Maybe it was the five shots she’d had since her arrival ( or the half bottle of bourbon she’d shared with Theo necked without Theo getting as much as a sniff before arriving ) but something told her this was a good idea. They’d gotten over the awkward stage when he’d literally dropped a box at her feet, had they not? 

( Probably not, but rational thinking was left at the bottom of an empty glass a solid hour ago. )

“Hey.” She murmurs softly, gaze peeking through the mask that graced her face as she attempted to test the water with the person that had become her latest stranger. Maybe it was a terrible idea, but something had drawn her into his vicinity. “You uh, got a light?”

Suddenly, she felt exposed. Too exposed, but she managed to shrug it off. Liquid confidence really was on her side.

[danny--anderson]

@rhysles​ at: rhys’ home​

-

Standing outside of Rhys’ back door, Danny was sparking up his cigarette and listening to the music spill out through the open window from the kitchen. He had no idea what Rhys was doing in there but it had felt like a long while since the two of them spent any time together.  He wondered if Rhys could tell he wasn’t himself. That he was a little blanker than usual, not as quick to the joke or to laugh. He was probably a bore to be around which was only made worse by the fact Danny had no idea if Dylan had spoke to Rhys since...well...he didn’t like to think about it. He was acting as if it never happened. “You baking a whole damn cake in there, Mrs Doubtfire?” his gravelly tone mumbled around his cigarette, glancing through the door momentarily. “Came here to see you not listen to you be a housewife.”

[graftisms]

day twenty-one / afternoon / lounge chairs

featuring :   @properbantz​

“ HOW ARE YOU FEELING FOR TONIGHT ? ”   she asks, hand shielding her eyes from the sun as she looks over at him. it’s more of a conversation starter than anything—she doesn’t think rhys and dylan are going to pick anyone else, at least from where she sits.   “ is dylan grafting you today, or the other way around ? ”

[properbantz]

starter for @cruelsxmmcr​

he’s coming up behind him, one arm wrapping around his waist to let him know he’s there before grazing a quick kiss to his cheek. they were still in a solid ‘getting to know each other’ stage, but not showing him that he was interested at all felt wrong, so he was starting small.  “ i was hoping i’d find you around. mind if i steal you? ”

[alinaceyhan]

closed event starter for @rhysmorgann activity: baking competition

Alina wasn't the best baker, but she liked looking at all the treats and there was definitely some good ones people had done for it. It was making her crave something sweet and she'd go get something, but first she wanted to just look at them all. She was about to move and look at another when she heard a camera snap and she stopped. "Oh! I'm sorry. Did I get in your way?"

[we1sh]

[ ACCESSING TORCHWOOD ARCHIVE . . . ]

#WE1SH : proud welshwoman who hunts aliens for a living , GWEN COOPER  from BBC'S TORCHWOOD . independent , private & mutuals only . crossover & oc friendly . beta editor used exclusively . 18+ only . investigated by JAY. ( 27 & he / him ) . from the uk , timezone gmt / bst . ( LOW ACTIVITY )

[ SEARCHING . . . GWEN COOPER . . . ]

A STUDY IN : deep rooted trauma , grief , saving the world at what cost , corruption of innocence , the heart of the team , action girl , action mother , being a parent in a changing world , facing the unknown , defending the earth , post traumatic stress disorder ( PTSD ) , losing loved ones , loneliness , sacrifice , heartache , feeling powerless , getting left behind , losing faith , abandonment , complicated relationships & empathy for the unknown .

that's what torchwood does . it ruins your life .

INFLUENCES : bbc's torchwood series one and two , children of earth , torchwood big finish audios , doctor who & written prose .

TORCHWOOD TEAM : @agentharkness ( jack harkness ) , @potentialgot ( ianto jones ) , @techiko ( toshiko sato ) , @drtwat ( owen harper ) , @startold ( rhys williams + others ) & @spookydooos ( andy davidson )

[ STATUS . . . ACTIVE . . . ]

NOTES : gwen is a deeply flawed individual and extremely militant after losing her friends , often losing sight of is important , she's selfish yet selfless , erratic , making reckless decisions and putting those she loves at risk . she feels torchwood is toxic because it will ruin her life and family but . . . she still loves every second of it .

excuse me , have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car ?

[ CURRENT LOCATION . . . UNKNOWN . . . ]

| 001. carrd | 002. rules & regulations | 003. playlist |

[starfall-spirit]

For that 002 meme: Eris

How I feel about this character: He's an asshole of course. I won't try to argue that. But he has the potential to become a very interesting character in the series if we see him beyond his cooperation with the Night Court in ACOSF. Also, he's hot.

Shipping: I haven't really considered ships beyond what I'm writing for BitS (Feyre x Eris x Rhys)

Non-romantic OTP: I want to see Lucien and Eris recover as brothers. We will never see Lucien return to Autumn at this point, but again, the potential is there.

Unpopular opinion: I don't know. I'm in the minority not shipping him with Azriel if that counts.

Things I want to happen: He has the Night Court's promise to back him when it comes to the Autumn crown. I want to see him step into power, even if we won't be getting his POV.

Headcanon: He'd be very protective of his mother, especially knowing how much she had been through at his father's hand. I don't remember if we see anything like this in ACOWAR, but I could see him being a Mama's boy deep down.

[shallyne]

Azriel

Again I assume you mean the whole 002 LET'S GO

How I feel about this character: meh. Let's just say I wouldn't be sad for long if he died

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Elain and Feyre. Y'all should know I ship everyone with Feyre by now.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: uhhh. Rhys and Cassian, I guess. Love their brotherhood and Rhys saying in acofas that Azriel understands him most? Noice

My unpopular opinion about this character: he's not special and people are (self)inserting a lot into azriel

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: death in acowar. He wasn't tormented enough in that book

my OTP: Elriel

my cross over ship: Ruhn x Azriel. Shadow boys

a headcanon fact: he runs like a crab

[gcuienveres]

who: @falcxnking​ where: the vale lodgings, follow the second death of king rowan arryn, first of his name

A veiled figure in black silks had remained stood beside the casket of the late King for what felt like hours; hands clasped before her, though they were not clutched in desperation, but in acceptance; as the Knights of the Vale stood vigil around the drapes of navy and silver. The room was dark, and candles burned; soon they would prepare to send Rowan Arryn to rest, thoroughly this time. 

She prayed the second time would hurt less, and yet, it was this time she would finally look upon his face; her tears were silent beneath her veil as she muttered her prayers, prayers that the love of her life would find some peace and some rest, all he had never had in life. 

There was much Guinevere Lannister had learned from Rowan Arryn, most of all being that love was not something that was easy; it was not as easy as it was in the ballads and the poems, those ballads and poems that never spoke on the growing distance between a man and his wife once the drama and the theatrics were over. Once the wars had been won, once the wedding had been done - what then? 

Her ladies and attendants remained by the walls and by the doors, and her eyes burned and blurred as she thought of the small piece of him the Gods had blessed her with before taking him away; the son that had been born with his dark orbs and even his freckles. Her hand reached out to gently touch her husband’s freckles now, and a broken smile came across her lips as she remembered being so captivated by them the first time she laid eyes upon him. 

How she had never imagined him to have freckles, in all their years; how she knew his handwriting, but never knew his face. 

They were such different people, herself and Rowan Arryn - and no doubt they were different in regards to what they would have done now. She could almost feel him beside her, his hand on the small of her back, urging her to be strong; to stand by their son as he took his place on the throne and secure his safety. But she did not want that; she did not want her son upon the Mountain throne. 

It was a land where his name alone would see him butchered on his own roads; a name that held much weight, but held much risk too. And that was not his true name, in the end, was it? The Gods knew this; she could not continue to test them, not when he was gone. Not lest their fury turn to her son, the only piece of him she had left; Jasper need not be King to be special to those who mattered. She needed him close to her; she could not leave him amongst the mountains if she was on the ground, within the grasses of the lions. 

Jasper was a Lannister. He was no Arryn. The Gods knew this. She could only pray they would understand and accept her sins, and the lies she would continue to tell, for the sake of love. The things she did for love. 

The young falcon had approached her, and she turned to look upon him; his face was darkened, no doubt disturbed by all that had happened. His own family had been ripped apart, and if the rumours were true, then he too nearly found himself dead by the hands of his own blood; if it were not for the Hand of the King. He needed to secure himself, secure his reign; it would make it all so much easier for him. She did not lift her veil as she spoke to him. 

“My son is not of Arryn blood.” 

And so she chose to damn and curse herself; knowing entirely how her words sounded, what assumption one would make of her. She would fall from grace time and time again for those she had sworn herself to, even in their death. Should she call him brother still? Were they still family? How did this work? 

“Do with that what you must to secure yourself.”

[saintsandsiinners]

@distantxdaydreams​

     “hey, rhys? i have a very important question for you.” 

[graftisms]

location :   day nineteen / morning / fire pit 

featuring :   @properbantz​

PULLING SOMEONE FOR A CHAT has never made joshua feel so self-conscious. this morning it feels like eyes are on him wherever he goes, a dead man walking, or the only physical reminder that luke is no longer here. today josh is the walking  ‘ thank you ’  tour, and it seemed only right to start it with rhys.   “ listen, we don’t have to make like a thing of this, ”   josh starts, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. humility has never been one of his strengths.   “ but i just wanted to thank you for having my back last night—twice, actually. ”   who could forget rhys talking him out of doing something stupid to seb.   “ and for the record, i’ve got your back too in here. if you need my wingman services, just say the word, ”   he cracks a smile. 

[properbantz]

starter for @graftisms​ 

surprisingly, to no one’s fault but his own, he hadn’t really gotten the chance to sit down and talk to callie despite coupling up with her brother. he’s taking a seat on the adjacent lounge chair, flashing her a smile.  “ how’s it going? ” 

[contrariian-archive]

@chevalors said: 29. a kiss on the inside of the wrist

        TO  SAY  THAT  THEY  ARE  UNUSED  to  such  true  tenderness  would  not  be  a  lie .   they  find  moments  of  it ,  of  course ,  in  the  beds  of  strangers  or  in  that  of  their  benefactor ,  but  they  hardly  expected  it  from  her .   they  have  exchanged  formal  kisses  before ,  of  course ,  on  knuckles  at  parties ,  but  this  is  no  party .   in  a  secluded  hallway  of  their  father’s  estate ,   showing  her  a  gentle  unseen  side  of  them  that  is  far  less  a  calculated  manipulation  than  it  should  be .   but  who  could  blame  them  for  wanting  her ?   who  could  not  want  her  themselves ?   rhys  is  many  things ,  but  they  are  not  blind ,  and  they  are  not  a  fool .

      élise  had  begun  innocently  enough ,  a  brush  of  her  lips  against  their  knuckles ,  the  same  as  a  thousand  times  before — but  then  she  turns  their  hand  over  and  lifts  their  wrist  to  her  mouth ,  kissing  them  on  the  soft  skin  there  as  she  makes  unfaltering  eye  contact  with  them .   so  often  the  pursuer ,  rhys’s  breath  hitches  and  they  grin  easily  at  her .   ‘  dame  clérisseau ,  ’   they  tease ,   ‘  do  you  think  nothing  of  my  honor ?  ’   as  if  they  have  any  LEFT .

KISSES | ACCEPTING

[lovehurried]

LYRIC STARTER  •  @wasworthy​​​​  •  Rhys Strongfork           Goodbye Yellow Brick Road  ( Elton John,  Goodbye Yellow Brick Road  (1973) )

“What do you think you’ll do, then?” As far as truces go, theirs is one of the strangest Strat knows of. And it isn’t that he’s asking because he cares what the plan is (or so he tells himself); he just prefers to know what’s going on, even if it isn’t particularly any of his business.

[rcbirth]

WHO: @rhystcylor​ ! WHEN: late evening, the perfect time for giving your pals a kiss on the cheek along with their holiday gift ! WHERE: rhys’s room !

PEACE WAS A LUXURY. between the disappearance of poppy, the inner circlet tensions, and the most recent chaos that ensued at the masquerade and resulted in this impromptu trip, fish had promptly decided to sleep with one eye open and a fresh to-go bag at his side. that didn’t, however, mean that he completely gave up on any semblance of normalcy. ( it was the holiday season after all! ) and while he and his family had never celebrated christmas, outside of getting some nicer than normal take-out, fischel abrams was also a lover of gift-giving. what better time to show appreciation to his friends through gifts than now? 

with one hand on the gift box he had carefully wrapped and the other on a plate of cookies, fish moves to make an attempt to knock on rhys’s door only to find it already open. there’s a moment of hesitation before he finally calls out a warning,  ❝ hey, are you decent? i’m coming in. ❞

[moonshct-blog]

🌙 — tag dump.