Charlie Ryans’s gallery

New skates for the rink opening showed up today, so I'm breaking them in on the living room floor, one lace at a time. Come be the reason I hold onto somebody when I finally get on the ice? 😈

Voted. The sticker ended up in the only spot that made sense, and honestly it might be the best thing I've worn all day. Tell me you'd pull it off with your teeth. 😈

Saw the Christkindlmarkt at The Banks opens this weekend and now I'm deep in sweater-dress try-ons for the holiday market season. The good one keeps sliding off my shoulder and I'm not fighting it. Come over and cast the deciding vote? 😈

Halloween's over but the candy haul moved in with me — the bowl's living on my counter and I've been picking at it all afternoon in nothing but this big old tee. Come claim a piece before I finish them all? 😈

The art museum's Día de los Muertos day starts at ten and my sugar skull is only half painted — one eye done, one eye still me. Come sit close and finish the other side?

Devil's Night movie marathon got under my skin in all the wrong ways — and now my hands are busy making it worse. Come watch how this ends? 😈

Land of Illusion opens at seven tonight and I'm building the whole look from the boots up. The rest is still up for debate — come help me decide?

Halloween costume test went off the rails about three buttons in — fangs are on, everything else isn't. Come finish what I started? 😈

Tickets for Cincinnati Fear Fest this weekend are locked in — three haunted houses and an oddities market, so obviously I'm testing the dark little outfit early. The choker stays on no matter what jumps out at me. Think I'll survive the night, or should you come hold onto me? 😈

Blood Prison at the old Mansfield reformatory runs its final Halloween weekend this week and I just booked two tickets. Only decision left is how much I wear under the jumpsuit — come do time with me? 😈