"He’s exactly like you described,” Ryan marvels to Victor as he begins picking up the scattered packages. “I understand already.”
“What’s to understand?” Sherlock huffs, uncertain if he should be offended or not.
“Why you captivate him so,” Ryan replies with an easy smile.
“Stop it, his head doesn’t need to get any bigger!” John protests as he enters the room. “John Watson, you must be Ryan,” he says as he holds out a hand.
“Ah, the man Victor says becomes more attractive the longer you look at him, like a complicated piece of art,” Ryan nods as he shakes John’s hand and holds it a bit longer than typical as he cocks his head and studies John for a few moments.
“Well his head doesn’t need to get any bigger either,” Sherlock snarks, trying and failing to tamp down a tendril of - something- at the way Ryan is studying John.
Ryan breaks into an apologetic smile and drops John’s hand. “Sorry. It’s an artist thing, I tend to forget my manners when I run into someone with an intriguing aspect.”
“He really does,” Victor adds from where he is piling the gifts under the tree.
“You really do have a type, Victor,” John laughs. He glances at Sherlock’s expression and blinks in surprise. “You’re jealous! You’re actually jealous. It’s adorable.”
Home day for me! Spent most of the morning cleaning/going through my son’s and my clothes and ditching what doesn’t fit for fall. Then went thrift store shopping and found two new pairs of jeans that magically fit for $14 total. Now, I am sitting my ass down and finishing Possibly I Like The Thrill, dammit!
When people change their avatars they don’t understand how much of an effect that has on how I see your posts and your interactions with me. You are your profile picture, I mean Tumblr is even designed to make it look look like all the posts are speech bubbles coming from your avatar.
Therefore, you! Yes, you! You are definitely Richard Armitage.
And you there, you’re Batman.
And that person over there is a pair of talking boobs. For some reason. Look, I don’t make the rules.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…