[ wanted it back : storage ]

[RYLAND.]

Okay but another thing I need to remember about ryland is that he has a nervous tic of sticking his hands in his pockets
If he has his hands / a hand in his pockets and especially if he's slouching slightly, he's probably nervous for some reason
That's only his pants pockets though. Its awkward to use pants pockets really, but jacket pockets are easily accessible to just do something like warm your hands, but if he's purposefully going for the weirder pants option? Yeah he's probably feeling weird about the situation
He also runs his hands through his hair when he's feeling spook

[RYLAND.]

I feel like ryland's reaction to most things was smoking, but he tries to do other things now that he's quitting. His reaction to anger is just yelling, reaction to sadness is partying, reaction to loneliness is talking someone's ear off, reaction to jealousy is shrugging and ignoring it (but being sad af in the bg), reaction to boredom is sleeping, reaction to fear is staying close to someone he trusts. His most unhealthy reaction to something is his reaction to rejection, because it's hurting himself. May punch himself, rip at his hair, that sort of thing. No scars. There's probably more negative reactions, but I'm blanking rn
Probably the fault of my own emotions right now, but I keep thinking of ryland having a complete breakdown because he's always bottling shit up or ignoring it, hah
I think his breakdowns areee. Hm. Like, just leaning against a wall with his fingers pressed into his temples, without making any noise or crying or anything. He just shakes and waits until it passes

[RYLAND.]

remember he quit smoking on his birthday in 2018

[RYLAND.]

Random but I feel like ryland believes in ghosts
Maybe not cryptids but ghosts for sure
That's just because he likes the idea of dying and haunting people

[RYLAND.]

he'd be a siamese as a warrior cat

this beauty
but with grayer eyes of course

dog au hed probably be a laika since his ancestry is russian af plus his actual fc compares himself to a husky constantly

[RYLAND.]

Ryland probably clings in his sleep to the nearest thing
Tbh he'd probably do well with a body pillow
He just wants to hug something
If he wasn't homeless I think he also would have become a professional dancer
You'd see this hoe on so you think you can dance
It's his True Passion

If he was in the xmen bet ur fuckin ass his main power is telekinesis
He's that guy who sits and watches his kid at the playground, sees said kid fall, and catches him in midair because he has mutant dad skills
You don't annoy him either because he'd just throw your ass into a lake without looking up from whatever he's doing
He would actually probably not use his abilities for good or evil cause he literally does not care, he just wants to live the normal life
Ryland and his chaotic good ass r gonna do their own thing

[RYLAND.]

I feel like ry takes after his dad
Like, he looks more like his dad
His mom was blonde and his dad had black hair
His dad had the grey eyes
His mom had sort of bluish eyes
HmMM his dad had a lot of hair hence where his thick ass hair comes from
And he had the Big Hands
The height and all that

[RYLAND.]

:thinking: :eyes: :grimacing: :pensive::call_me: :weary: :unamused: :eggplant: :tired_face: :ok_hand: :wink: :rolling_eyes: hrug: :pray: ryland's most used emojis on discord
his favorite is the rolling eyes one

[RYLAND.]

ry would have been good at English in school if he'd have gone through with his homeschooling
Not too good at math, but he'd have been good af in English because he's a poetic gay
He'd have been really fast with typing and also he'd be in theater
He probably also would have been the kid to set something on fire in chemistry just because he wanted to
And stick his hand in the bunsen burner
And probably ask to roast marshmallows over said bunsen burners
He'd be cold all the time and borrow jackets and never give them back
"wheres my jacket ryland" "uhhh"
he's the kind of guy to borrow money from someone and never give it back
At lunch, ryland would sit at one of those tables with so many people that it has to spill over onto another table
Just because he'd be friends with so many damn people, like he'd probably have known at least 4 people in each of his classes if not more
So he'd never feel alone but also he'd be ignoring them in favor of passing out at the back of his class
He'd never listen because if he'd gone to school from the beginning he wouldn't really care as much
He'd still try and pass though, just with shit like c's and occasionally b's
He wouldn't go to college afterward because he just wouldn't think he was good enough nor would he have enough money
Just the average uncaring student with a lot of friends tbh

[RYLAND.]

I feel like he has repressed memories of his dad
+ going off the logic of that one video I linked (that was eerily accurate) ryland goes for partners that remind him of the love he got as a child, and Silas falls under the category of his father, while more submissive and depressive people would fall under another one of ryland's "types" which reminds him of the type of love he got from his mother
The whole difficult partners thing / childish responses is exactly like him

He's gripping his arm now, twisting it awkwardly, and oh, god, he's afraid, he's terribly afraid— "You want to be a man?" He's using that voice again. It renders him mute, but he's still snivelling as he nods meekly, staring into mirrored eyes of grey; they're older eyes, wiser eyes, what he wants to be, what he needs to be, a man— "Then shut your mouth. Men don't cry, Ryland." He's right. Of course men don't cry. Men never cry, that's why he's so much better; he's an adult after all, he knows more, he knows how a man is supposed to be. He'll remember that. He'll make him proud.

Rule number one: Men don't cry.

He raises his arm and it comes down with such force that the smack seems to echo throughout the room, but Ryland doesn't flinch. He doesn't move to help her, he doesn't try to stop it; instead he just stares, watches as she cries, and he hugs his stuffed giraffe close as he backs away a few steps, bottom lip quivering. He leaves her there as he was told, hurries away into his room, shuts the door, and he hides under his blanket. He has to count. It'll end soon. "One. Two." Something hits the wall with a heavy thud. He begins to quiver. "Three. Four. Five..." There's a shout. His father. A crash, then a scream. It's his mother. "Six... Um... Eight... No, Seven." Something breaks. He thinks it may be the Lego ship he worked on. He was so proud of that. "Eight... Nine. And—And ten..." How long until it stops? He can only count to twenty.

Rule number two: Don't get in the way.