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Mindy Jelly Runs For Mayor

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The one and only, Harley Quinn! By Mindy Lee

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ALIA BHATT in Sabyasachi | Met Gala 2024

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With Mindy's smile, he knew he had hooked them. Not that he was setting out that many lures. Or wanted to do so. But Bryn couldn't resist a little trouble and if he had a companion for some, it seemed better, overall. Giving a slight smile, he tipped his head slightly, before moving his attention elsewhere. In the end, it was certainly up to Mindy, and he wouldn't mind one way or the other. He would still offer any other time for some form of fun in the form of mischief. His attention moves back to them as they give their name, “Mintra.” He repeated under his breath, committing it verbally to his memory. Bryn tried to think of any nicknames worth mentioning, but came up with none too friendly, “Ah-I suppose you could call me Bry? But what's a three-letter word to four. Such a nickname.” He made fun of himself with a light laugh.

At asking about spitting in their hand to bind a friendship 'contract' he lifts his head slightly, thinking. Not too certain if that was something from The Goonies, his mind was drawing a blank at that moment. It had been a while since he had even seen it. But he did know it was standard in either case, “Better than exchanging blood, as the alternative.” He replied in a playful tone, not sure anyone would be silly enough to do that in adulthood. But, he also could guess some would, “Spit it is.” Bringing his left hand up to his mouth he let it water for a moment, then covering his mouth he eyed Mindy, testing them to see if they would move to spit in their own hand.

After he introduced himself, he quirked an eyebrow, surprised by their calling his last name 'badass' The kids he grew up with did not hold the same affection. Bryn pointed briefly, “Oh! Right! I go there often and look around. It has some pretty interesting stuff” Not the rocks-er, crystals, but he liked the look of everything else, otherwise. Bryn also didn't have much belief in being able to tell futures, or, whatever it was, he imagined Fortune Tellers claimed to do. Despite his being quite a superstitious person. Listening to Mindy he gave a few nods of his head, invested in what they were saying, all in all, “Kismet.” He repeated, committing this word to memory.

“Well, I don't know anything about witchcraft either. I guess being given this name was fate.” He surmised a bit, sure, fate could explain a lot of things in his life. Things he wished fate hadn't chosen for him. Bringing a hand to his chin, he thought, giving a scrunch of his nose, “I think I should get a tarot reading one day. See what it's all about.” He mused. But he could see how this conversation brought the other to life, well, more to life. Mindy was someone he enjoyed the company of, absolutely. He felt like he didn't have to hide so much of his own oddities in their presence. Leaning back against the bench, he looked up at the sky, bouncing his left leg as he sat quietly for a moment.

“Yeah, growl at them or something? They already think you're weird, right? Own it. I guess.” With a tired shrug he stretched his left leg out, finding a loose pebble to toy with, “I guess that face would get you stares.” Bryn teased as he tapped his pencil to the journal in his lap, “But?” He pries as Mindy pauses, waiting for them to continue. What they had said next, however, had him going quiet for another moment or so, and then he nodded his head, “I guess when people don't know someone and something like this happens, it's easier to pin someone with a little or different and complex history than it is to convince people the monster has been with the pack the whole time.”

Though, he honestly didn't know much about too many people here. He had been around, here and there, kind of in the background of things. Mostly, he was a shut-in while he was recovering. It did not leave him to be well-connected in Anchorage. This thought led to one of him also possibly being one such easy scapegoat. Tilting his head back a bit, he closed his eyes, “I guess you just have to be you, and hopefully you aren't a killer. I would definitely not want to be accused and be treated like a witch in Salem because I don't think I have the tools to stop the town from drowning me in a lake.” He turned his head, holding a breath, “But. Best case scenario. If anyone does have anything to do with it all, hopefully, they are found soon.” …Though, it might be hard to capture an alien. Will Smith punched one unconscious though, so it's not impossible…

And then it happened again. Someone was giving him something. This time it was a leather jacket, though. Not like the other thing at all. Bryn adjusted himself however, taking it and holding it back toward Mindy, amused at their misunderstanding but quickly wanting to correct it, “Ah, no. Mindy. I mean, thank you. It's very nice of you. But I didn't mean I was freezing right now. My coat is doing great for the time being, but sitting out in this cold weather for a long period would be a problem with, or without your jacket. You should take it, please.” He held it out, then glanced toward the ground, “It's good, you should like you. Even though this is only one of the longest times we've talked, I don't think you're awful. You're interesting. If you can be yourself for as long as possible, will you?” Pulling out his own gloves from his coat pockets, he assured them he was good.

Well, I like a bit of mischief, and that sounds like it would be a pretty mischievous partnership, huh? Mindy smiled instinctively. Something about Bryn was easy-going; they didn't feel forced to conform themselves to social norms to achieve a positive interaction, nor end up on the wrong side of the stick when they fumbled it and fanned out the feathers of their true colors. The former aronist would like to believe that the person that they had become was good — not purified ( they didn't think that chugging a gallon of holy water, or bathing in Epsom salts, were going to exorcise their ineffably heinous acts, ) but someone who did no harm where it wasn't warranted. "I'm Mintra. You can call me Mindy. Or Mint. Or maybe Minds, but definitely not Min," they introduced in return, striking out their hand as if they were binding a covenant oath, "Should we spit on our hands or something before we shake? Like they do in the movies. What's that one? Goonies?" ( If that didn't happen in The Goonies, they'd never actually seen the film, in their defense. )

Ravencroft. "That's so badass. You know, I'm a fortune teller at the Raven House, so I guess that's what they call kismet. And the croft part almost sounds like craft. Although, I don't know how to do witchcraft, I can barely read tarot cards." If it weren't obvious, their thoughts raced at a mile-a-minute, but they figured that Bryn could keep up with their trivial prattling. Nimble fingers drew their hair over their shoulder, relaxing into the park bench as their conversation lengthened, the saturnine galaxies in their dark eyes dispersing to make leeway for their newfound companion. Their erstwhile annoyance with the bench for making them eat dirt was now ancient history.

They didn't pry further into his writing, for once sensing that it was not information for them to consume. ( Besides, if they did share it, Mindy couldn't read, and then they would look like a buffoon. ) "Mean mug them?" the other parroted, pinching their fingers around their gaudy earrings and scoffing half-heartedly, "I mean, it's not like I've never been fucking stared at, I leave the house with this full face every day." Mindy indicated to their traditional gothic makeup, the whole works of a pale foundation and strongly-drawn features accentuating their default bitch face. "But..." The lighthearted banter faded slightly, and they followed Bryn's gaze, surveilling their surroundings. "I guess, I look like the suspect in that murder case over last summer...? But we're not like, related, and I didn't know her... or how to use the internet that much."

Dark lips contorted to mirth, ebullient laughter resurfacing, bedazzled gems of their teeth glittering in the sunlight that punched a hole in the clouds. Generally, the fortune teller wasn't one for overthinking — Bryn's blunt assertions grabbed their tether and pulled them back to reality. For an evanescent second, they split from their body and hovered above to point and laugh at themselves, and it aligned with the guffaws tumbling out of their mouth. Kicking their legs, they shrugged out of their leather jacket, dolled with corky buttons, holding it out to him and surrendering, "You're right. Sorry for bombarding you like that, it's easier to get a second opinion from someone who's not, like, biased to you. If you get what I mean. I think I'm an acquired taste. I mean, I like me, but — here, so you don't get frostbite. I think I might have gloves, too."

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Mindi Mink

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Princess and Merman by Mindy Lee 

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Dream and Death—Mindy Lee

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Introverted

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: you’re not much of a talker. that said, your lack of words doesn’t get in the way of meeting your (girl)friend’s sister

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A/n: mostly told through the pov of Sam cause i was feeling extra freaky and wanted to do something super crazy and unseen before

Warnings: alcohol consumption, that literally might be it

Sam was trusting her gut. Her gut said you were good for Tara but her past experiences said you couldn’t be trusted. Luckily she listened to nobody but Tara when it came to you. After all, Sam did promise she’d let sister live her life without her constantly looming over her

So Sam trusted Tara instead. Of course, the older Carpenter sister was still weary of you when her sister wanted you to come over and hang out with the core four, as Chad liked to call them. The name was never officially adopted but nobody ever stopped the boy from calling them that

She’s heard of your name through stories her little sister has told her. Sam was already aware of how you didn’t like talking. You watched and listened, always aware of everything around you. Not to mention you’re scary as shit - Tara’s words not hers. Countless times have there been when a protective arm around Tara’s shoulder and a glare were enough for anyone to back off. Sam’s thought of getting a dog for its scary privileges but it seems her sister already had scary friend privileges

A knock on their door sends Tara running to open it with Sam not too far behind. You were early. Wanted to make a good first impression, Sam guessed

“Thank you for giving her a chance, Sam. this means a lot to me.” Tara gives her sister a quick hug before opening the door. Sam doesn’t expect you to bring a gift as well

You tower over Tara. Maybe it was because you were tall, maybe it’s because her sister was short as shit. There are two wine bottles of a brand Sam’s never even heard of in your hands and Tara gives you a hug while you reciprocate with one arm

“This is for you. Thank you for letting me into your home. Your hospitality is appreciated.” You give a small bow before handing her the bottle. It catches Sam off guard. She didn’t want to admit it but she was already impressed. Or her expectations bar was set at an all time low. Probably the latter

Tara led you to their living room before coming back to Sam

“That was good! She usually only says hello when she meets new people. I think she might’ve said more words to you than Mindy and Chad combined”

“Really not a talker then, huh?”

“Definitely not. Will you open the door for the other two?”

“Yeah I will. Go spend some time with her”

The twins arrive ten minutes late but in their defense they were getting pizza for the night. Mindy almost immediately whistles at the wine you brought and opens it up

Sam finds you and Tara, well, just Tara laughing about something. Her sister said you weren’t much of a talker - not even talking to the twins very much - yet it seemed you were in deep conversation with Tara. Sam’s sister senses were tingling and they were very rarely wrong

The night continues without much falter. Everyone drinks, board games and video games alike are played, and nothing seems to be different. Other than you of course. You were so quiet sometimes Sam forgot you were there in the first place. You had a way of disappearing but always coming back when Tara talked to you. Sam’s sister senses were really tingling

You’d whisper something in Tara’s ear and she’d smile like she’s holding in the biggest laugh ever. Hell, after a few hours (and probably the wine) Sam saw you giving her sister small smiles and tiny laughs of your own. She couldn’t lie, it was astonishingly cute how her usually chipper sister was so amazed by someone so opposite of her.

Even later into the night, your little conversations with Tara seem to stop. It was around the time the twins stopped forcing you to play games and they settled on a movie to watch. Sam watches her little sister as she tugs on your shirt and whispers something in your ear. You nod and before she knows it, you walk out to their balcony that looked over the busy streets

“Why’s she out there?” Sam asks Tara after you’ve left

“She needs to recharge her social battery. Give her some time, she’ll come back”

//-//

You haven’t come back inside their apartment for about an hour, Sam notices

Tara’s accidentally fallen asleep on the couch while Mindy and Chad seem to be binging the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe with a bowl of popcorn cradled in between them. Sam didn’t remember buying popcorn but then again she also believed the twins were somehow magical when it came to food. Popcorn was probably the least of her worries

So Sam took her chance to talk to you. Walking to the sliding door to their balcony, the older Carpenter makes sure to not make any sudden movements. You’re leaning against the metal railing so Sam decides to join you

“You feeling okay? You haven’t come in for a while.”

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Silence passes. Sam hopes it isn’t awkward for you

“(Y/n), I’ve got a question.” Sam doesn’t get a verbal answer but she does get your attention and a nod to keep going

“How’d you meet Tara?”

“Someone was looking at her weird at a party. I scared him off. He was known for not being a good person.”

“You’re observant, huh? That’s a good trait to have.”

“Thank you. I didn’t want her to make a mistake.”

“Thanks for scaring him off.”

“Anyone would’ve done it.”

A few beats of silence pass before Sam talks again. She didn’t expect you to start the conversation, which was alright with her. It gave her more control

“Can I ask you another question?” Another nod from you.

“Tara said you didn’t like talking much. Be honest, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No. You want to know more about me because you care about your sister.” You pause. “I’m also a little drunk.”

The older Carpenter lets herself laugh. Big sister like little sister, she guesses.

“I like your honesty.”

“There’s no point in wasting breath on a lie.”

“Well, I hope we’ll have more conversations in the future.” Sam gets up from where she’s leaning on the balcony, moving to the door

“Why’re you leaving? I assumed you wanted to ask me more things.”

“You’d be okay with that?”

“The conversations in our future will only be answered by me nodding my head or not. I’m still drinking, you may as well ask now.” Swirling around your wine, you take a long sip. For courage, you know?

“You’ve caught me off guard here. That was all I planned.”

“We can just talk.”

“About?”

“Anything. Maybe Tara. We have her in common.” Your eyes glance back to the younger Carpenter fast asleep on the couch while Chad and Mindy were laughing about god knows what. Sam follows your gaze

Looking at you as you stare at Tara, Sam recognizes that look. She’s seen it before but a little different. It’s how Sam looks at Tara. It was always adoration and protection with the older Carpenter, but for you there was something different. Somewhere in your blank eyes and your monotone voice, you loved Tara. Sam could see it almost clear as day.

“You’re right. We do have her in common, don’t we?”

//-//

“C’mon, it’s not responsible to drink and drive. And I thought you were the one always telling me to be safe”

“I’m not too drunk. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Hey, you’re welcome to stay” Sam buts into you and Tara’s conversation. “You can sleep with Tara or I could set up the couch for you?”

“I see. Only if you’re positive I can stay.” You look away before meeting Sam’s eyes. “I’d like to sleep in Tara’s room for tonight. We’ll… keep the door open.”

“No need.” Sam winks before going back to her own room for the night. Fuck that felt weird. She should go to sleep before she tried to be the cool sister again

//-//

“I hope I made a good first impression.”

“Are you kidding? That was great! You did great”

“Thank you. I want Sam to like me.”

“Where was this attitude with Mindy and Chad?”

“They’re knuckleheads. Your sister isn’t.”

Sam’s never been happier the walls of their apartment were like paper. Not much of a talker her ass.

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And after four rocky years of high school, Devi finally had both the boy and the college of her dreams.

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Alucard’s fashion By Mindy Lee

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@finalgirlsource final girl appreciation week day 1, favorite final girl film: SCREAM VI

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Scream VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

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Art by Mindy Lee

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Glinda, looking at herself in the mirror: Hey. Whoa.

Elphaba: Okay, you’re flirting with your reflection again. Cut it out.