Soul on fire, heart of ice.

also though, way late pride month reminder that this bitch is a panromantic/pansexual switch and 100% a fucking disaster.

The beat is, admittedly, catchy. He can't seem to control how he's vibing, swaying to the music and since it's the fourth time through, he's starting to catch the lyrics and learn them. It's perfect, really. The summation of what his life was before he'd come home. He's working on cleaning up his rig, since he's rolling with the EMS squad today, bopping along as he works, glad he's alone on bay right now, throwing his head back and cooing the lyrics out loud. "Why so serious? You're standing there acting innocent, gaslight like you had no part in it, don't play with fire- not with a crazy bitch." Hardly the most appropriate, but the crew is used to his insanity by now, so he keeps at it, dancing and scrubbing and once in a while singing out loud when he's sure he's alone. He's not usually so chill on a Friday, but today... today is a good day.

i don’t have my badge icons so i can’t do images, but anyone wanna fuck some shit up with my stupid traumatized and slightly slutty son?

i was thinking about how ryden loves the smell of a fire. like, campfire, specifically. and the scent of normal fires just make him anxious, because of his job. he’s an interesting guy.