#<3 higher ground

[psych3png]

hey ... hi hayden christensen nation .... how are we feeling about ocs for the media he was in ..... this is "SAL" HAWKE and "WEBBSTER" HALE, two variants of SALOH i made for HIGHER GROUND and LIFE AS A HOUSE.

read more below cut.

Sal and Webbster are shipped with Scott Barringer and Sam Monroe respectively. but i'm pretty sure you could figure that out.

They are both sixteen, per the medias canon.

Sal's nose is crooked and all other scarring is because of a roller derby team they were on before they were sent to mount horizon.

Sals hair is uneven because they cut it themselves. the blonde is grown out because peter won't let them dye it.

Webbster is in the same grade as Sam. they were close before the summer, but drifted apart when Sam went over to his dads. They find out he's dating Alyssa as well as his visual and mental changes the following school year.

Adding onto the last bullet, they were more than close. problematic by some standards but. YEAH

thats all i can think of right now. more cohesive info on their toyhouse pages but YEAH !!!! I LOVE NICHE MEDIA OCS !!!!! ocs for awake ( 2007 ) and american heist coming soon trust .

[cloverina]

HIS JERSEY..

warnings: porn with a plot??, creampie, (soft) dom!scott, sub!reader, tummy bulge and i think that’s it !!

summary: the popular cheerleader stole scott’s jersey off you.. so he got it back and gave you a surprise:3

The stadium lights blazed overhead, casting a warm glow over the sea of faces in the stands. The air had anticipation and the smell of freshly cut grass. You nervously clutched the hem of the oversized jersey that hung from your shoulders, the number 10 proudly displayed across the back. It was the first time you had ever been to a football game, but tonight was different; you were here to support your boyfriend, Scott.

You felt the weight of a hundred eyes as you made your way to your seat, the whispers of the other students trailing after you like a ghostly echo. You had always been a quiet presence at school, the kind that blended into the background. The jersey was your silent declaration of support for Scott, your way of showing him you were there, even if you weren't ready to shout it from the rooftops.

As you took your seat, the cheerleader's glossy smile turned into a sneer. She strutted over with the confidence of someone who had never felt a moment's doubt in her life. "What do you think you're doing wearing that?" she snarled, her voice a knife cutting through the air. "You're not one of us."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain that the jersey was Scott's, that it was a symbol of your love and support. "It's... it's my boyfriend's," you murmured, feeling the fabric cling to your sweaty palms. "He asked me to wear it tonight."

Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she stepped closer, her breath a toxic cloud of mint gum. "Your boyfriend? Scott? He's mine. He's always been mine," she spat, her fingers wrapping around the material of the jersey. "Now give it to me."

The stands grew quiet as the whispers turned into a hush. Your cheeks burned, and you felt the heat of embarrassment crawling up your neck. You knew Scott had noticed the commotion, his eyes flickering in your direction every few seconds, but you couldn't meet his gaze. You were trapped in a nightmare, and the only escape was to hand over the jersey. You slowly pulled it off, the fabric sticking to your sweaty skin, and handed it over. She took it with a triumphant smirk before flouncing away, leaving you in your t-shirt.

At half time, the cheerleader was signing autographs, basking in the attention she so clearly craved. Scott's eyes searched the crowd, and when he saw you sitting there, shivering without his jersey, something in him snapped. He marched over, his expression a storm cloud of anger and protectiveness. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, unsure of what was happening but sensing the tension in the air.

He grabbed your hand, his grip firm but not painful. "Come with me," he said through gritted teeth, pulling you through the throng of people. You followed, your heart racing faster than the players on the field. The cheerleader looked up, her smile fading when she saw the determination in Scott's eyes. "What's the problem?" she asked, her voice laced with false sweetness.

"This," Scott said, pointing at the jersey she had draped over her shoulder like a trophy. "It's not yours. Apologize to her, now." His voice was a thunderclap that echoed through the now-silent stadium. The cheerleader's eyes widened, and she took a step back, suddenly aware that she might have crossed a line.

You felt a rush of warmth and gratitude flood through you. Scott's hand was still wrapped around yours, his grip a comforting anchor in a stormy sea of emotions. You watched, frozen, as he faced down the person who had just humiliated you. His eyes were like steel, and you could see the muscles in his jaw tensing.

"Apologize." he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down the cheerleader's spine. The air around them crackled with tension, and the crowd held their breath, waiting for her response. She looked from Scott to you, then back again, her expression a mix of surprise and something akin to fear.

Her grip on the jersey tightened for a brief moment before she realized she was outmatched. She peeled it off her shoulders, the fabric sliding down her arms like a shed skin. She held it out to you, her head bowed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, the words barely audible over the murmurs of the watching students.

You took it back, your hands trembling. You didn't know how to feel, torn between anger and relief. Scott's hand didn't leave yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," he murmured. "You’re okay.”

And just like that, the moment was over. The crowd dispersed, and Scott led you away from the field and into the dimly lit school hallway, his hand still entwined with yours. The echo of his footsteps seemed to bounce off the lockers as he pulled you into an empty office. The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could process what was happening, he had you bent over the desk, the jersey pooling around your waist.

You gasped as he entered you, his hands firmly on your stomach, pushing you back onto his thick cock. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, punctuated by your muffled moans. You had never been so turned on by a display of dominance, the way he had claimed you in front of everyone, the way he had made it clear that you were his. The smell of sweat and desire mingled with the dusty scent of old textbooks and stale air conditioning.

Scott's rhythm grew more intense, his grip tightening as he watched his cock disappear into your tight pussy. You could feel every inch of him, the head of his dick brushing against your g-spot with each thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name. The desk beneath you creaked and groaned with the force of your passion, a testament to the power of your love.

As his hands slid up to your stomach, he felt the unmistakable imprint of his cock, the deep indentation it left as it claimed you. The sensation sent a new wave of desire crashing through him, and he began to fuck you harder, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that left you trembling. The feeling of his dominance was intoxicating, and you found yourself pushing back into him, eager for more.

He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body. "Like a glove made for my cock." Each word sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your pussy clench around him, begging for more. You could feel your orgasm building, a delicious pressure that grew with each of his movements.

Scott's words grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in the moment. "You're perfect," he groaned, his voice a mix of wonder and possession. "Made for me." His grip on your hips tightened, and he pushed deeper into you, filling you completely. The sound of your wetness was a symphony in the quiet room, a testament to how much he turned you on. You bit down harder on your lip, the pain mixing with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that made your head spin.

You put your hands on your stomach, to feel the imprint of his cock for yourself as it stretched and filled you. It was a strange sensation, one you had never experienced before, but it sent a thrill through you. You whimpered again, the sound a silent plea for more. Without thinking, you reached back and grabbed his hand, guiding it back to the spot where his cock was buried deep within you. He responded “I know baby.. i know.” he whimpered in your ear, before a wicked smile spread across his face.

Scott took your hand in his and placed it back on your stomach, his own large hand covering yours. He began to move it in time with his thrusts, showing you the power and intensity of your union. The sight of your hand moving with the rhythm of his hips was erotic, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each movement. His eyes never left yours in the mirror, a silent communication passing between you that needed no words.

You were so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. With each stroke, his cock hit that spot inside you that sent sparks flying through your body. You felt like you were teetering on the edge of something incredible, something that would consume you whole. And then he whispered it, the words like a dark spell. "I want you to cum all over my pretty cock."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you felt yourself tighten around him, the walls of your pussy clamping down like a vice. You moaned, the sound echoing through the empty room as you gave yourself over to the feeling. His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and you could feel him swelling inside you. It was like he was trying to reach deeper, to claim every inch of you. And then you did it, you let go.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, drowning out the world. Your body convulsed, your muscles spasming as you came all over Scott's cock. The sensation was so intense, you thought you might pass out. You felt him tense, his grip on your hips almost painful as he buried himself deeper inside you. And then he was cumming, too.

His warmth flooded into you, filling you up in a way that was almost overwhelming. He groaned, his head thrown back as he emptied himself into your pulsating pussy. His cock jerked and spurted, painting the insides of your gummy walls with his release. It was like experiencing a live porn scene, but it was happening to you, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced. You felt like you were the star of the show, and Scott was your devoted audience of one.

A/N: this is my second time writing, reblogs are appreciated!! thank you for reading<3

[cryptidcharlie]

kings of domestic bliss

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.05 — What Remains

[anakinstwinklebunny]

could you do scott being a girl dad? head cannons or fic whatever you’re more comfortable with <3

Author's note: ughhhhhhhhhh you guys are amazingly creative, love it so much.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and the sun was low and soft, casting a golden light over the park. Parents chatted nearby, and kids laughed and ran through the playground while SCOTT BARRINGER leaned against the park bench, arms crossed over his chest, eyes watching his little girl run across the playground with the confidence of someone who knew was adored beyond measure. She was all pigtails and scrapes on her knees, a huge smile with one front tooth missing, yet in his eyes, absolutely perfect, just like her mother.

He glanced around, scanning the group of kids in her orbit. He couldn’t help himself; he was wired to protect his little princess, to be on guard for anything that could put a stop to her joy.

But then he noticed him—some little boy, about the same age as his daughter, lingering a little too close to her. He seemed innocent enough, but Scott didn’t like the way he was watching his girl, following her around the playground with a big, goofy smile. Scott squinted, shifting forward, his forearms resting on his knees as he leaned in, keeping his eyes on the kid.

She was playing on the swings, her face bright and full of laughter as she kicked her legs up, little sneakers scuffing the air. He loved watching her like this—joyful and carefree. He could feel his chest warm, almost like he’d swallowed the sun, every time he heard her giggle.

The boy finally made his way to her swing, holding onto the chains and making her laugh even more. That little ha-ha, right there—that was the moment he crossed a line. Scott rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “Nah… kid’s ugly.” He was sure of it. That kid was nothing but trouble, with his wild hair and those dirt-covered sneakers. And when he saw him push her swing even higher? Scott felt his jaw clench instinctively.

“Daddy!” Her voice snapped him out of his haze, and he straightened up immediately, his expression softening. She’d hopped off the swing, running over to him with the kind of energy only a five-year-old could manage.

“Hey, princess,” he said, opening his arms as she crashed into him, burying her face against his shoulder. “You having fun?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, breathless. “Guess what? Tommy pushed my swing so high!”

Tommy.

Scott filed that name away under 'unacceptable'. And right on cue, there he was, trotting up to Scott’s daughter, smiling his big toothy grin like he had any right to.

“Tommy, huh?” Scott said, raising an eyebrow and looking Tommy up and down as if he were sizing up a full-grown man. “Seems like he’s got a lot of energy.”

His daughter nodded, thrilled. “He’s fun, Daddy! He’s my friend.”

“Friend?” Scott repeated, almost to himself. His mouth twisted into a half-smile, half-smirk as he glanced at the boy. He lowered his voice, his expression turning more to a puzzles one “I don’t know, angel.. There are, uh… cooler friends out there.” He threw a discreet but clearly disapproving look Tommy’s way.

She looked at him, wide-eyed. “Really?”

"yeah..like..uh..maybe this blow lion? It's pretty interesting friend to play with, ya know?"

She giggled, tugging on his large hand. “Daddy, you’re so silly!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. But he couldn't help it—no boy was good enough for his little girl, not now, not ever.

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[queenie-official]

No because why is my first response when seeing any form of media with Hayden in it to squeal and say “HE’S SO PRETTY” in the highest pitch voice i have…

because he is…he is so pretty 🧎‍♀️

[ink--theory]

thoughts on bonerattle arena

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd as JJ Mackay in Devil Town (short) (2021)

Boyd as Jeff in Gone Girl (2014)

Boyd as Peter Kristo in A Walk Among the Tombstones (2014)

Boyd as Tattooed Guy in Out of the Furnace (2013)

Boyd as Teenage Ethan Miller in Higher Ground (2011)

Boyd and his characters - Tank Tops/Sleeveless Tops Edition - part one - version 1

[munchboxart]

I didn't take any other pics but I got this with freelance and honestly this is probably gonna be the best score I get for this season's Eggstra Work LMFAO and I refuse to grind any more!! This one was egregious

[kiyomitakada]

my heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the deep city streets in the summer of twenty twelve and i never even saw her faaaaace my dreams were shattered like a stained glass window jesus in pieces! i believe i threw a brick right through him but my memory could not be saved!

[utskushii-hito]

Hayden Christensen as Scott Barringer!

+ my sis' lips and eye study on the right haha

[sigurism]

Boyd Holbrook

[star-crossed-lizards]

stairs i had to climb last night for doordash at least they gave a good tip 👍

[auspicetaker]

as an autistic person with a heavy inclination to follow Rules it's been challenging navigating the "post" covid world (heaviest airquotes possible on "post" because covid is in no way over) because all of the signs, rules, and reminders from the covid era (or rather, the "people giving a shit about covid era") are still around. healthcare institution pre appointment message tells you to mask, there are signs everywhere in the healthcare institution saying to mask, and NOBODY IS MASKING IN THE HEALTHCARE INSTITUTION, ANYWHERE. it drives me nuts!!! do we have the rules or do we not???

(to be clear id be masking regardless of being told to mask because why would i ever breathe in hospital air unfiltered ever again)

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.09 — Hope Falls

[marinecorvid]

7.27.23 - pokemon sketches instead of sleeping. working on moon/lune outfits and figuring out postgame fanfic team; giving kalos fairies some semi realistic love