#ryanriotspirates

Andie: “...I like soft things. Like Spencer’s shirt, Mom’s scarf, and my bandanna. Or soft toys.”

Bailey: “Playing games! I like running games, like tag! And! I’m the best hide-and-seeker! So, play games with me, I guess?”

Everett: “Well, I like strawberries? Strawberries cheer me up. Plain ones, chocolate-covered ones, baked in a pie, cookies, cakes...”

Jules: “I mean, I’m not the dancer of the group, but- I like to dance! Not pretty dancing, like Spencer’s. Goofy, stupid, dance-like-nobody’s-watching dancing!”

Spencer: “I am the dancer of the group! While I love to tap, I think I just like talking if I’m upset. Not much a conversation can’t fix, right?”

Your life... will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer... say a prayer! 

“Did you hear about the Montgomery girl?” “Missing. Poor thing.” “I think she’s dead. The children of socialites don’t just... go missing. The whole ordeal is... quite shocking.”

💥”Thank God. Take him. No one else knows how to care for him.”

*He seemed to have ignored the whole prison part, until...

💥”And bold of you to assume I fear prison time.”

Eef: :0 No!!!!!

Now THIS is controversial. My wig. It’s gone.

Eef: That already happened

Angsty Art Meme!

#NotMyDannyChallenge

“Uh? What up, I guess...?” Jesse looks confused. Sure, yeah, this sounds like Danny and even looks just like him face-wise, but. Yeah, this? This is not his Knight friend.

“‘A lot better?’ What’re you talkin’ about, Danny? You feelin’ okay?” He chuckles a little, but it’s more nervous than anything. “Your hair. It’s... different.” 

[*Good job, Captain Obvious.]

“...Danny...” his voice is quiet, trembling and thick with tears. 

[*In all honesty, he doesn’t want to be seen like this, but he doesn’t have the strength to move.]

[*He haphazardly wipes the tears from his eyes. His body lurches a little as he still tries to hold back any more tears.]

[*However, ‘You were a great brother,’ makes tears race down in a series of cascades. So much for holding back. He looks at Danny, saying nothing, eyebrows furrowed. He’s never felt so vulnerable.]

[*Danny hugs him. He whimpers.]

[*Danny hugs him, and Jesse hugs back. Jesse hugs back as if Danny is all that will ground him. Jesse hugs back because he feels safe. Jesse feels safe.]

[*He’s sobbing. Openly. It’s raw, and it’s not pretty. He’s grieving with the maturity of an adult but the mind of a child. And he feels safe enough to do so.]