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moorejosie · 2 years ago
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STATS.
name: josiah ❝ jo / josie ❞ barnabas moore gender & pronouns: cis male + he / him orientation: demiromantic pansexual age: twenty-nine date of birth: 19 august, 1993 zodiac: ☼  leo - virgo cusp   ☽  scorpio   ↑  gemini occupation: park ranger + wilderness guide positive traits: charismatic + resourceful + intelligent + engaging + hard-working negative traits: flighty + narcissistic + sarcastic + blunt + secretive
BIOGRAPHY.
TW : domestic violence, abandonment, cancer, chronic illness, drugs, death, alcohol
Josiah Barnabas Moore — or Jo, to most, and Josie only if you know him well — was born the youngest of four in a small trailer just a stone’s throw from Fort Payne, Alabama to Laurel and Oliver Moore. They didn’t have very much growing up; his father worked full-time at a struggling hardware store in town, and his mother sold her paintings and handmade jewelry at local markets and fairs when she could to supplement their income, but it was still incredibly difficult to feed and clothe and house a family of six. Their trailer was small, cramped, the siblings nearly sleeping on top of each other as they grew older and rooms had to be shared and sofas had to be converted into beds. The Moore siblings were close, though; they had to be. Laurel and Oliver had a tumultuous marriage, to say the least, and the paper-thin walls of their trailer did very little to muffle shouting matches at all hours of the day and night. His older siblings did their best to shield Josie from the worst of it when he was young, and as a result, they’d often spend much of their time outdoors, exploring the woods surrounding their trailer. He grew up scraping his knees falling out of trees and wading through muddy river water to catch tadpoles in old jam jars. Nature quickly became a safe space, a haven for him away from the chaos of home.
He was thirteen years old when his parents separated. And okay, that’s a nice way of saying his dad just packed up one day and decided to get the hell out of dodge, taking half of Josiah’s siblings with him. With the eldest remaining sibling away at college, Jo and his mother were left alone in a trailer that suddenly felt very spacious to figure out how to fend for themselves. Laurel picked up an overnight job at the gas station about a mile up the road, and by the time he was sixteen, Jo was stocking shelves at the local supermarket when he wasn’t at school — Mama Moore insisted he keep his grades up, it was the only way she’d allow him to keep the job, in spite of the great burden his added income relieved of her. She never wanted to ask her son for help, but he was ready to offer it the moment he could. Everyone else might have left, but Jo wasn’t going anywhere.
In his senior year of high school, Jo was offered a full-ride academic scholarship to the University of Alabama, but he chose to decline the acceptance in favor of classes at the nearest community college so he wouldn’t have to leave home or make an impossible commute five days a week to try and make it work. He didn’t even tell his mother that he’d been accepted, and he tried to act like he couldn’t see the disappointment in her eyes when he told her where he’d be going instead. But she encouraged him all the same, and he graduated with a degree in environmental science all while balancing a full-time job at the supermarket. After graduating, she suggested he try finding a job in the field, and after a few months of trying, he secured a position at Little River Canyon National Reserve. It was about a half hour drive from the trailer, but the pay was good and the benefits even better, and for the first time, he actually felt like they weren’t struggling to get by. He felt relieved. Secure, even. He was happy.
But, of course, all good things must come to an end — a concept with which Josiah is all too familiar. He was twenty-five when Mama Moore was diagnosed with an aggressive and advanced form of breast cancer. For two and a half years, any time he didn’t spend working was spent by her side; taking her to appointments, sitting with her through chemotherapy sessions, teaching himself how to cook so he could make anything she wanted and might be able to stomach. In spite of how dangerous it was and how much of a risk it posed to everything he had, being employed by the government in a state like Alabama, Jo put his botany knowledge to good use and learned how to grow marijuana because he’d heard it helped with the side effects of treatment. He hid it well inside of their trailer, opting to sleep on the couch in order to convert their second room into a space to grow his plants for her, and he very, very rarely indulged with her, insisting that it was strictly medicinal and he couldn’t get caught with it, especially if he got tested at work. He’d lose his job and their insurance, and they’d be even more under water than they already were. ( Not that Jo would ever let her know that; he’d taken on the finances from the time he got his job with the National Reserve, and he’d be damned if he’d let her think for a moment they were struggling. ) They never did get caught, and once she'd moved onto stronger forms of pain relief in hospice care, he got rid of the plants and cleared out the room he'd used for growing.
Once he realized they were nearing the devastating but inevitable end of his mother's long and exhausting battle, Jo wrote letters to his father and all of his siblings inviting them to show up to say their goodbyes. His father never showed up, and much like the first time when he’d left, Jo was left to try and figure things out on his own. There was a small, modest service held for her, and per her request, she was buried in a shady spot under a willow tree. It felt surreal, coming back to the trailer alone, and it took several weeks for Jo to find it in himself to begin to pack up her belongings. He took an indefinite leave of absence from his job and spent many nights seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle as he struggled to swallow the loss of his guardian, teacher, and best friend all in one. He knew he needed a change, that the amount of hurt contained in the peeling wallpaper of that shitty little trailer outside of Fort Payne was too much to continue to bear, to make himself bear. Not when he didn’t have to.
After his mother passed, Josiah decided there was nothing more keeping him in Alabama and nothing left for him there but memories, so after an extended period of isolated grieving, he promptly made the choice to pack up in search of a change of scenery. Something new. An online search of jobs in national parks with zero distance restrictions led him to a listing for an available position as a park ranger at Rocky Mountain National Park near Bradford Springs. Colorado. It was a far sight from where he’d spent most of his life, but still promised the familiarity of mountain views and fresh air the likes of which would serve as reminder enough of home to keep him from growing heartsick for it. The entirety of his life fit into a few bags and boxes in the back of a beige Jeep Wrangler from the turn of the millennium, and with the aid of a bunch of old CDs and a handful of maps picked up at rest stops along the way, Jo made the thirteen-hundred mile drive all the way from Fort Payne to Bradford Springs over the course of two days and one night spent trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a rest stop on the state line between Missouri and Kansas.
Jo acclimated very quickly to his job at Rocky Mountain National Park after a few weeks spent studying the local flora and fauna. His efforts were expedited by his choice in domicile — a cabin out in the woods, only a short walk from the ranger station outfitted with the basic amenities thanks to solar panels and a well that he outfitted with a submersible pump and a supply line to the cabin. Being in close proximity to the ranger station gives him internet access, so he’s not entirely off the grid, but almost everything else about his lifestyle would suggest otherwise. Once he was familiar enough with the area, Jo took on the task of leading guided tours on hikes through the trails, taking tourists through scenic mountain and river paths to explore the natural views and wildlife. He loves his job, for the most part — he’s of the belief that people, generally speaking and on the whole, suck, and he’d much rather spend all his time in the company of the animals and trees, but he’s cultivated a skill for turning on the charm and enthusiasm for his job, if only because it’s a cost well worth the reward.
EXTRAS.
Only a few short weeks after settling into his cabin, Jo was walking home one night when he discovered a wounded baby raccoon abandoned in the brush. Unable to bring himself to leave it there to be a meal for any of the other predators lurking in the woods, the ranger took the animal back to his cabin until he could get it to an emergency vet, and after it was treated for the severest of its’ injuries, Jo brought the raccoon back home to nurse him back to health. He’d never bottle-fed anything before, let alone a raccoon, but he developed a very strong bond with the animal over its first few weeks in the cabin, and it wasn’t long before Jo realized he’d end up having a permanent home there. Meeko’s been living with Jo for over a year now, and in that time, Jo’s learned that he has to child-proof every drawer and cabinet in his home to keep the mischievous raccoons wandering hands out of his things. 
Jo is promiscuous and unashamedly so. ( As for if he’ll admit that he uses this as a blatant distraction from feeling anything too real is still up for debate. ) Whether it be flirting with the most attractive park visitors that sign up for his hikes through Rocky Mountain and inviting them back to his cabin for a night of roughing it out in the woods ( a frequent pastime of his ) or his trips into town to hit up the dive bars and clubs and drink and dance and charm his way into the hearts and pants of strangers, locals and tourists alike, Jo is wont to seek out fleeting intimate connections. He’s not one for commitment, not beyond a handful of recurring, no-strings-attached situations, and he’s also not selective when it comes to gender. He just likes people. He’s wondered more than once on Uber rides back to his cabin if some of his successful flirtations have suspected him some sort of kidnapper, serial killer for his cabin out in the woods, but it’s not hard to fall in love with the place once you’ve seen it and understand why Jo would live there.
WANTED CONNECTIONS + MORE TBA.
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geroya · 1 year ago
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(not sure if this will make sense bec im sleepy i apologize in advance if it's incomprehensible but) i CANNOT stop thinking about xiomara in contrast to zoe. like, specifically about how she's zoe's double but fiercely, viciously wants to live in spite of her existence as a doppelganger being regarded as an error, an anomaly, a bad omen, A Thing Which Was Not Supposed To Happen. & how she is both zoe and not zoe, where they both may line up perfectly and also where their motivations and methods (and, extension, morals) for achieving their goals or simply going through the world diverge. additional tangent -> doppelganger according to wikipedia (I had to look it up to make sure i wasn't confusing i with another word jfdfdhfdj<3) is a "biologically unrelated look alike or body double". thesaurus dot com defines doppelganger as "ghost" and the suggested synonyms are "apparition" "double" and "spirit". which makes me think of associated words -> copy? clone? shade? reflection? shadow? inverse? or, perhaps, zoe 2.0? 2.0 not meaning copy in this case but updated version, new version, Next Generation version. and how any of these interpretations could re-contextualize both the original and the doppelganger (or not). would any of these be applicable to xiomara? also (bonus normal question fdjskfjdsk) what is her favorite food if she has one? (if it's different from zoe's) *KEESES* !!!!!
THIS MAKES TOTAL SENSE JO DONT WORRY & IT IS SOOOOOO !!!!
re ur first tangent. ME TOO ME TOOO OH MY GOSH like my brain just keeps running it over and over and over and over. & like, how you said, the way xiomara wants to live so fiercely, so viciously in spite of her status as a double, does it make her like zoe still anyway? & DO xiomara and zoe keep going back to that? do they both look at their hands and go: oh. i'm just LIKE her. & does it make them sick or angry? does it encourage xiomara to distance herself further from zoe by doing things differently and zoe QUITE LITERALLY distancing herself from earth?
xiomara is literally a twisted take on zoe's bright hunger for love and her desire to be recognized, to be seen.
it also just. keeps bringing me back to kya & my head hurts TOO much rn to go off on THAT tangent.
re ur second tangent !!!!! which has me even more !!!!!!!!! (IN ALL CAPS <3)
ALL of those words are fucking. BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD.
ZOE 2.0 LIKE YOU ARE- IM SHAKING. the idea that you cone back from one of THE most harrowing experiences of ur life & your double is THERE & she is THE better you. the better version of you. and the idea that everyone might agree with that. not just strength, power, etc, but she's the better friend, the better sister, the better daughter. sick to my fucking stomach. it's so good bc it works. it fits.
& oh my gosh i forgot bc my migraine but i didnt say it on here, i told beloved nina. that for xio's name, i had the thought that like. what if she found kya's journals (i literally just said i wasnt going to talk about her 😐) xio found journals from when kya was pregnant with zoe & was planning what to name her. & if you remember, kya thought having zoe after keme would fix her postpartum depression. she talks a bit about zoe in these journals being the one to fix it, the one she's hoping & praying will help her make it all better, will be better than keme. & in reading these journals, not only does xio come to WANT the family that existed then (with kya & jiahao, with ximena & yiska, with gran gran, with keme as a big brother), but she falls in love with kya as a mother, & is like. well since ZOE wasn't able to fix it. look at what ZOE's birth did. SHE wasn't the baby who ended up fixing it for kya, but if it had been ME, if it had been ME, maybe i would have been the difference. i would have been better, i would have saved our mother. she would have stayed, she would have loved us, she would have --
and THOSE journals are where xiomara finds her name.
so to answer ur question !! yes! i do think that the idea of xiomara being the 'updated' the 'better' version of zoe DOES fit her. is it true? im not 100% SURE. i think it's contextual, i think it's whoever you ask tbh. i also think that the words like 'reflection' and 'shadow' fit. 'ghost' and 'apparition' are SO much fun too <3
AND FOR UR LAST QUESTION !!! WHAT'S HER FAVORITE FOOD?
have not given it MUCH thought but it IS different than zoe's. she did not get to experience eating ximena's food before the older woman died so she can only fall back on false memories that live in her head of zoe eating it as a kid. however, i think she finds she likes roast chicken and rice. & mangoes <3 also eventually, keme's cooking. like. who WOULDNT....
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No Words *ೃ༄
Summary: max defends his girlfriend and gets into trouble
𖤓 mv x reader ⋆。°✩
𖤓 fluff + slight humour (iykyk) ⋆。°✩
masterlist ☾☼
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y/n had been a fan of formula one since she was a child. every parental figure in her life had been a fan of the sport, so it was natural and she got into it too. thankfully, it also made her realise very quickly in life that she wanted to work in the field of motorsports. she wasn't sure yet, and she was still working her way to getting into the sport, but it was a sure, clear path for her.
after meeting max, and falling in love with him, everything had changed. her family approved of the two of them, obviously, and so had his, though she hadn't cared much about jos' opinion. y/n made it clear in the beginning that she wanted to work in motorsports and she wanted to earn her place. she refused to let max talk her up or anything, because he was the kind of guy who would do just that for his girlfriend. max agreed, and promised to keep their relationship private for as long as she wanted.
it had taken her a few years. she bounced from indycar to motorgp to nascar and eventually made her way to f1 as a journalist. she had gained far more experience than she would've gotten if she had only focused on formula one, and she was confident in her abilities to finally be formula one.
max and her had stayed strong throughout, even if they kept their relationship private. she had met and become friends with daniel, lando, carlos, and all of max's friends. they often played padel together as well. mix the competitive spirits that max and she possessed, it was always fun.
after a year of being in formula one as a journalist, max and y/n had decided that it was time to stop hiding. they skipped the soft launch part, and jumped directly into the hard launch phase that left a lot of fans shook.
unfortunately, it also got her a lot of hate. y/n went from being one of the best journalists in f1 to one of the most hated ones for the same reasons that she was loved. the fans adored her because she was a woman of colour making a name for herself in such a sport, and that her parents had sacrificed a lot for her and she was making them proud. now, she was hated because her success became max's story and how he put in good words for her and how she was only with him for the money.
it broke her heart, but max was someone who had received a lot of hate before in his life, so he taught her all the ways to ignore the comments and focus on what she did best. it helped a great deal, but it also made her determined to prove that her career had nothing to do with max.
it was getting better, slowly and over time. max and y/n promised to never lose their temper on the comments. a lot of interviewers and fans had also asked the other drivers on the grid to comment on their relationship, asking if it was ethical for a journalist and a driver to date. but the other drivers always responded with the same thing, always saying how they've known max and y/n for a long time, and their relationship was no one else's business.
unfortunately, after a particularly hard race, max finally lost his cool.
"well, max, it's safe to say that this particular race of yours wasn't the best that you've performed. what do you have to say about that?"
"uh, nothing, really. we just didn't have the pace, and with some mistakes on my side, i lost a lot of points. but, i'm sure we can cover it up next race." max replied.
"you don't have to worry about us writing a bad article about you. your girlfriend and we will only be writing praises, don't you worry. the only difference would be that we won't take your hard earned money like she does," the interviewer laughed, nudging y/n.
the cameras were all focused on them, there were fans nearby, and other drivers. everyone was watching. it was live tv. the entire world was watching. the thick crowd of an audience had their gaze fixed on y/n, and all she could do in that moment was hang her head and try not to cry.
that's the moment max lost his cool. y/n was standing right there, and the interviewer had disrespected her on a very public platform.
"actually, my girlfriend will always tell me what i need to hear, whether it's good or bad. y/n y/l/n, a well known journalist, who is also standing right there with you, will write exactly what happened on track, because that's the part that she reports on. she made her own career, so fuck you for dismissing all of it." max bursted, before he stormed off.
the interviewer was spluttering, not sure how to react, but completely outraged as he forced the fia to take actions on max's outburst. y/n slipped away silently, needing to go back to max.
later on, the fia decided to punish max for using "language during the fia sunday press conference". their decision: obligation to accomplish some work of public interest.
later, an interviewer asked him if he regretted his decision of defending his girlfriend and getting a punishment, max responded, “no.”
“so, what do you think of the punishment given to you? do you think it’s fair?”
“no words.”
.⋆。⋆☂˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆.
i hope you guys enjoyed this! i had a lot of fun writing this, mostly because i had no idea what my brain wanted me to write, but somehow i kept on typing. anyways, this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
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ma1dita · 10 months ago
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partners in crime
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luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]
MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST
summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers
things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & most of these can be read as standalones!
here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)
child of dionysus headcanons!
trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar
deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)
play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)
character study: luke castellan & trouble
any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !
key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡
[rewind to before] pre-established relationship
trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼
The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)
entropy 3.6k☼
The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)
buddy system 4.2k ☼
The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)
somebody's angel 4.4k ☽
The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)
feed the fire 1.2k ☼
The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)
bedtime stories 2.4k ☼
The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)
crazy little thing 3.4k ☼
The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)
anything you want 1.6k ☼
The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)
said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽
The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)
[pause and remember us like this] established relationship
play pretend 5.1k ☼
The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)
a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽
The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)
star crossing 4k (NEWEST ADD) ☼
The one where both your dreams come to life for a night (Crossing the stars for love is easier said than done)
to see the chaos through ☽
The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)
not your goddess ☽
The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)
don't blame the kids ☼
The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)
trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼
The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)
now that we're older 3.5k ☼
The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)
if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽
The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )
[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt
lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽
The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)
love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽
The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)
to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽
The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)
solipsism 5.3k ☽
The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)
forever falling: luke castellan & his four great loves 4.3k ☼ ☽
The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four great loves of Luke Castellan’s life and how it will end up killing him)
love me dry 4.5k ☼ ☽
The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)
when the curtains close 5.3k☽
The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)
asking for trouble ☽
The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)
as above, so below ☽ ☼
The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)
ask to be added to luke/general taglist 🥹
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psychcpomps · 7 months ago
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( zendaya, 28, cis-woman, she/her ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into MALIA JAIDEN every time i go to WIZARD’S TOWER. it’s like they practically live there and not THE CINDER SAP FOREST for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. it must be because they’re ADAPTABLE and COLD. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re an NURSE too. but i did hear they want to SELL THEIR MOM’S HOUSE, and sometimes they like to TEND TO THEIR SNAKES. rumor has it they also like PANCAKES, but dislike RUBIKS CUBES. what do you think?
full name — malia jaiden nickname(s) — none name meaning — malia: calm and peaceful. jaiden: god will judge, thankful one. age — twenty-eight date of birth — october 25th place of birth — stardew valley star sign — scorpio sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising  current location — stardew valley gender — cis-woman pronouns — she/her sexual orientation — lesbian religion — atheist  occupation — registered nurse  education level — bachelor of science in nursing family — mila jaiden ( deceased ), david harris ( father, estranged ), emma harris ( step-mother, estranged ), avery & celeste harris ( half-sisters, estranged ) finances — getting by  spoken languages — english, spanish
inspos: cristina yang ( greys anatomy ), jo march ( little women ), aragorn ( lord of the rings ), lip gallagher ( shameless ), jonathan byers ( stranger things ), monica geller ( friends ), chidi anagonye ( the good place ), kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ), theo crain ( haunting of hill house ), riley flynn ( midnight mass ), jamie ( haunting of bly manor )
tw: mentions of alzheimers, death of a parent, absent father
 “i want to stay with you forever,” malia says, staring up at her mother who reminds her of honey and little specks of everyday magic. she remembers her mother laughing, “forever is a long time. you might get bored.” it’s hard to tell a six year old no, even harder to remind the sixteen year old that once upon a time all she wanted to do was be with her mom. malia had plans after high school. she was going to become someone, except she had no idea what she wanted to do, she just knew that she needed to go. 
throughout her life traveling had always been a thing that her and her mom did when it came to sports that malia played, and for her graduation present they were going to go to europe. then, malia’s mom got sick. 
“i want to stay with you forever,” quickly turned to, “i will stay with you forever,” malia got the acceptance letter to columbia and told her mother that she didn’t get accepted, and by the time it mattered her mom forgot. 
malia took on the caregiving role, and commuted to the nearest school that she could to get her bachelors to become a registered nurse. her mom used to say if she had been smarter she would have been a nurse, and malia remembers braiding her hair and telling her that she could have if she wanted to, but that she was just fit to be a teacher. the first few years were hard, malia realizing the kind of impact her mom had on her community and how much unlike malia was to her mother was startling. where her mom was kindness, malia had a coldness to her. where her mom was gentle, malia pushed people away. it hadn’t always been like this, or maybe all of her bad qualities that had laid dormant came from her dad. 
her mom died about a year ago and she’s been living in her house ever since with the intentions to sell it but being unable to. she wouldn’t know where to go if she did. 
other stuff: 
malia is a vegetarian and has been her whole life
when she was a kid she used to "rescue" snakes ( she would actually snatch them poor things ) and ask her mom if she could keep them. eventually when she was old enough to have a pet her mom bought her a snake. she's had many snakes over the years and is obsessed. her snakes now are mexican black king snake, a corn snake, and a ball python
owns a little black cat named bitty
malia smokes :/// she shouldn't as a nurse but she simply doesn't care
only has had one serious relationship that she ended due to not being able to be there for people emotionally
her mom was probably most if not all of the valley's school teacher lol
malia is a good nurse and is excellent at her job but her patients often tell her that she needs to smile bc she has a permanent sad face asdokfas
knows self defense and taekwondo because her mom thought it was important for her to be able to hold her own in case anything happened
her mom's house is a cottage with a beautiful garden that malia is desperately trying to tend to but she is not a botanist and tries hard to not be home to care for it :/
she needs a hug probably adlfasaslk;f
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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 2 years ago
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My weekly roundup CW 11
Well, I watch a lot during the week, as you all might know. I really want to write a little bit more about the stuff I watch, but time and work kind of get in my creative way. So I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists and this is a good excuse for me to create a new OneNote journal!).
☼ 1. Chains of Heart (Epside 5)
The series I am looking forward to the most every week. I just enjoy it to a healthy amount. Well, slowly but surely everything becomes a little clearer. The biggest mystery for me is indeed Mr. Lue's gloves! Why are you wearing them? What can people tell from your hands? And dude, yeah, you're scarred, I get it, but come on! It's warm and humid in Thailand and you're walking around with a turtleneck and jacket over it. I'd melt! But well, the plot, I don't really care much about it. I just celebrate Ken and Mr. Lue. I think they're cute together and I enjoy that awkward shyness between them! At least there was a confession. Now Ken just needs to finally take a proper look. And yes, the series looks just awesome! There were so many great shots again this episode too! Beautiful!
☼ 2. A Shoulder To Cry On (Episode 1+2)
A strong start. The character of Jo Tae Hyun is at first unsympathetic, even if you can notice that there is something grumbling under the surface. As a reader of the webtoon, I know roughly what will happen, but I hope that the series manages to change some elements and show some of the "love" between the two, which the author herself said was not so easy for her to create. The two members of Omega X make a good first impression and you can already tell that they feel comfortable with each other. In the second episode, the chemistry of the two is just great and I like how they get closer, almost become friends, how Jo Tae Hyun becomes calmer and nicer and Lee Da Yeol lets other people into his life, makes friends. We learn something about Tae Hyun's past, nothing really revealing yet of course, just that he seems to have a dark past. I like the two of them together.
☼ 3. Our Datin Sim (Episode 3+4)
I really like these two. They are awkward and cute together at the same time. We finally have a confession from Eddy at the end of the fourth episode, which of course we've known since the first episode, that he likes Wan too, still! The only fear I have is that Wan will run away again, but Eddy already said he won't let him go now. That's it, hold on to your man!
☼ 4. Unintentionally Love Story (Episode 1+2)
I love it. Could be because of the main character, but whatever. Our protagonists get to know each other and there is definitely attraction on both sides. Now the only problem is that our cute Ji Won Young just plays his future love interest. Sure, he wants his job back, but nope, that's just drama! I don't want drama with them, I just want cotton candy and smitten grins! Damn. Our second couple will provide enough drama I guess..
☼ 5. The Promise (Episode 4)
I love the series. Phu and Nan aren't really progressing at the moment and I could slap them against the wall. It's obvious that they like each other. So obvious! And I already can't stand the drama arising from Phu's secrecy. Granny's friend was definitely correct: lying gets you nowhere. Now Phu just needs to take a cue from Granny and her posse and put his balls back in his pants and finally talk straight to Nan. Otherwise it will really hurt in the end. Everyone sees it, just Phu apparently not quite yet…I still like the two of them together. However! Should Nan have enough of Phu at the end and look else where for a new partner and seek comfort in the arms of Party, he has my blessing!
☼ 6. Bed Friend (Epsidoe 5)
Okay, King marks his territory in front of Krit, the new boss - don't know if this was a good idea...he just woke up a hunter. I'm confused about the status of King and Uea. Are they no longer just friends with benefits, just because King kissed Uea in the parking garage? What is certain is that King is a bit in love with Uea and that Uea is not permanently rebuilding his walls and granting King access. Nice. Uea's mother? Not so nice. I wouldn't have a problem with her disappearing from the scene.
☼ 7. Jack o'Frost (Episode 5)
I knew that it would be unpleasant when the truth comes to light. Can trust be restored, can we start over together? We were left with these questions and I have no idea how it will turn out. I do indeed understand both sides, doesn't mean I approve of Fumiya's concealments. I liked that Ritsu listened to him, not everyone would have and I respect his decision in the end and didn't expect anything else. Let's see what next week's finale brings.
☼ 8. A Boss And A Babe (Epsiode 3)
If the intern takes you to the shower during a video call, I think you can be sure that he won't be embarrassed easily. It's a scene that sticks in the mind. The development between the two is surprisingly quick, after all Gun is just introduced to Cher's mother already. The two are definitely cute together, and I like the scenes in which Gun is a bit cooled down the best. He's a bit of a pain in the ass when he yaps without point or shame.
☼ 9. The End Of The World With You (Episode 8/FInale)
I have only one thing to say about this finale, and that is a gif:
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That sums up the absurdity of how this ended quite well. The series started really well and I was excited, but as it progressed it became a bit fantastic and that just wasn't implemented that well. Was Yuma a little god now and did he know it all along or was he a retelling of the little prince? I don't know. Was it a fever dream? Who knows. The end is open and gives room for reflection, all in all a quite positive end, in which it was once again shown that it is worthwhile to live on, even if the future may not look so rosy (I leave out here that you would have to have the perfect partner, because even without him you can come to this realization).
☼ 10. All The Liquors (Epsiode 5+6)
The alcohol, the alcohol…I can't quite get my head around the concept of this series. Now the previously abstinent boss wants to change and happily drinks alcohol along, has no problem ordering alcohol or with drunk guests. I don't really know. Yes, love can move mountains and if your crush is a heavy alcoholic (sorry, but I can't see him as anything else), then you have to change and start drinking yourself, right? This is a normal conclusion. After all, that's what etiquette wants. A beach scene could not be missing. Yes, the two are quite cute together, but somehow the alcohol brings me again and again away from liking this series…could be personal experience with the subject that I can not approve of this excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages…
☼ 11. Tin Tem Jai (Episode 3)
This was not the worst watch of the week! I am surprised myself and would not have expected it. But with episode three and Tin's cheerfulness dialed down a bit, the series is actually quite cute. The subtitles don't make sense some time, the dialogue and characters are a bit…simple-minded (you act so manly, I didn't think you had your period…), but it was quite okay this week. Tin can be really annoying with his flirting with Park, but you can also tell that Park isn't all that resistant to it. I still don't get a lot of the relationships, and I still don't understand why so many little girls are left alone somewhere by their mothers, or dropped off at the next best thing. And I also don't understand Tin's painting lessons.
☼ 12. PasSenger (Epsiode 2)
The series shines for me on an unimaginative script and acting performances that I already feared would not pick me up. The only positive was the portrayal of Bamee and his developing crush on Kiao. He did a pretty good job with that. Other than that…anyone who has seen My gear and your gown or My engineer will notice that not that much has changed in the acting power of the two mains…It's just not my cup of tea. I admit it, I watched it in double speed…not a good sign, maybe I drop this soon….
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rcsplendent · 1 year ago
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☼☾  (  havana  rose  liu  ,  30  ,  she/they  ,  demi-woman  ,  grey  3  )  -  have  you  seen  ophelia  grey?    we’ve  heard  through  the  grapevine  that  they’re  witty  but  also  meticulous.  when  you  think  of  them,  you  think  of  freshwater  pearl  hairpins  keeping  waterfall  tresses  into  place,  the  whalebone  structure  of  an  emerald  green  corset,  delicate  fingertips  swiping  ruby-red  rouge  onto  freckled  cheeks  &  plush  lips. 
tws: parental death.
parallels  :  jo march  (  little women  )  ;  claire  (  the bear  )  ;  asami  (  the legend of korra  )  ;   margot tenenbaum  (  the royal tenenbaums  )  ; cinderella  (  disney  )
BASIC  INFO
FULL  NAME:  ophelia jane grey
NICKNAMES:  ' phe, ' used mostly by her loved ones.
AGE:  thirty
GENDER & PRONOUNS:  demi-woman, she/they
ORIENTATION:  bisexual & biromantic.
LANGUAGE(S)  SPOKEN:  primary  — english;  roughly conversational  —  french, spanish, italian
VOICE / ACCENT:  british accent ; soft-spoken but expressive.  bright in tonality & sometimes laced with nervous laughter. ( click for example ).
TEMPERAMENT:  sanguine
ALIGNMENT:  lawful good
ZODIAC:  scorpio sun, pisces moon, libra rising
LABEL:  the bleeding heart ;  one who is dangerously softhearted & vulnerable, despite being aware of the fact that it exposes them to anguish.
APPEARANCE  &  PERSONALITY
FACE  CLAIM:  havana rose liu
HEIGHT:  five feet, five inches
HAIR:  very long ( waist length ), light brown & wildly curly ( click for examples: one, two, three ). she likes to experiment with styling it: sometimes pulling it into a neat ponytail to keep her hands free while working, tying it into a braid, or tying it back with a ribbon.
EYES:  verdant green.
USUAL  EXPRESSION:  a wistful smile & eyes alight with curiosity. usually wearing a light amount of makeup, such as lip rouge. 
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  her hair, which is usually the first thing people notice about her.
POSITIVE  TRAITS:  kindhearted,  witty,  humorous,  vulnerable,  selfless,  creative,  lively
NEGATIVE  TRAITS:  softhearted,  naive,  perfectionistic,  anxious,  stubborn,  scatterbrained
THINGS  TO  KNOW
you are a being of abundance, of giving, of selflessness.
you might've inherited that from your birth parents. you don't remember them, but they were good people. your birth father was a royal english knight, and your mother a field nurse who had traveled from her homeland of china to study at the royal college of surgeons. that's how they met, actually; she patched up a wound of his on the sidelines of an intense battle, and the rest is history. they were madly in love, & the fairytale ending they had envisioned for themselves was sweet: leaving the war together, having a child. it's a shame, really, that such good people could meet such a sorrowful fate. their idealistic future was robbed from them before it could ever materialize. your father was killed in battle just before you were born, & the stress of it all was too much on your mother's body — she passed in childbirth not long after.
despite the tragedy that had struck so suddenly, there was no question in who would care for you upon their passing. your father was a grey, & his brother ( the eldest son of their generation ) and his wife had been named your godparents long before you were born. & while nobody would wish for that title to ever come in handy, upon your birth parents' passing, your uncle & aunt proved their loyalty to their loved ones & adopted you. nobody in your family has ever considered you a cousin — a grey is a grey.
you were raised as one, too. the greys have been in service to the throne for centuries, & it was expected of you to find a role to fall into, something you didn't mind in the slightest. you've always been task-oriented & having something meaninful to dedicate yourself to made perfect sense to you. becoming a lady-in-waiting was the most likely route, but you surprised your family by taking a liking to art — drawing, painting, sculpture & the like. they thought you might become a portrait artist for the royals at first. but you really found something special when, the summer of your thirteenth year, you stumbled into the chambers of the royal seamstress. you stayed there for hours, & came back the next day, & the next. eventually, you became her apprentice, & picked up the skills so quickly that you were sewing entire dresses on your own by the wintertime.
&, god, you're good at it. you have an eye for the details — emerald green jacquard against deep ruby silk linings; delicate lace at the edges of teal-blue velvet bodices; gold filagree hand-embroidered on the collars of the princes' jackets. by now, nearly all of the dresses & suits worn by the royal family have been touched by your hands, either created from scratch or edited to their liking. & you love doing it, too — not only because you get to do what you're passionate about, but you also love the mundane day-to-day of it, ushering the royals in for fittings & chatting with them about their lives. 
when queen defne arrived in england, you quickly took a liking to her, & once she married the king, you graciously accepted another role as her lady-in-waiting, happy to accompany her in all of her royal duties. you only requested one stipulation: that you would be allowed to continue your work as a dressmaker, which the royals agreed to with zero hesitance. you receive commissions from all over the world, now — it's somewhat surreal, seeing your work on so many bodies since you've arrived in france; dresses & coats you worked on ages ago reappearing on the princes & princesses who have come to the summit.
it's what fuels you, seeing your work on such proud display. being in france has allowed you more opportunity than ever to create — in the hours you're not accompanying queen defne, you're in the seamstresses' chambers, working nonstop for the guests & patrons of the summit, repairing torn skirts or creating entire garments from scratch. 
& you know, down to your bones, that this is what you're meant to do. for as long as you've known yourself, you've known that your purpose on this earth is to create. you've always felt like your soul is too big for your body — like you're bursting at the seams, overflowing with light & love & creativity. what's the use in living if you aren't meant to share in it?
HEADCANONS
tl;dr: ophelia is a dressmaker ! & she's very, very good at it. she makes almost all of the garments worn by the english royals & now that she's in france, acts as a sort of seamstress for all of the guests. 
she's a deeply creative soul — when she's not working in the seamstresses' workshop, she's probably off painting somewhere, or collecting flowers to press or turn into natural fabric dye. she also loves pottery, & has a collection of vases & pots she's made.
she is, by birth, a cousin of the greys, but her birth father passed before she was born & her mother passed in childbirth. her father's brother, the patriarch of the current generation, adopted her without question. she knows the story of her birth parents, as her adoptive parents ( her uncle especially, who grieved his brother's death deeply ) wanted her to know them as intimately as possible.
she is a lady-in-waiting to the queen alongside being a royal dressmaker.
she's a very open-hearted person, & is oftentimes too vulnerable for her own good. the kind of person who's just in love with life. y'know that quote that's like, " you'll trudge & fight & scream & cry your way through life, & then beg for seconds " ? that's her.
she tends to be a bit uncouth & rambunctious for a ~lady~. wild hair; a big, bright laugh; vulgar vocabulary ( when she's not around the queen, of course ). she's also very witty & has a very dry sense of humor.
despite being a dressmaker, she is not usually dressed very ornately — white cotton dresses & skirts with her hair unstyled n whatnot.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
new friends: !!!!! she's a lover at heart. pls !
clients: idk what else to call it, but basically just people she's making garments for ! or folks who frequently need their clothes repaired.
a lady squad: just some girlies she can hang out & do rambunctious un-ladylike things with !
a best friend: pls !!!! can be a new person that she got along with so quickly that they're basically besties now, or someone she's known since childhood. or both !!!
lichrally anything else bc i'm a plot whore thx bye !!!!
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livingghost5 · 1 year ago
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Intro:
Hey, I’m Shae. I’m Autistic. I made this blog to have a place where I could vent about anything I want without censoring myself. To be honest, it’ll probably mostly be stuff about my kpop ults (+ other groups I stan), ED stuff/mental illness stuff, Neurodivergency, Dan and Phil and LGBTQIA+/Xenogenders stuff.
1: Gender/Pronouns:
Gender:
Agender/Gendervoid
Main Pronouns:
•English:
-Ey/Em
-Voi/Void/Voidself
-They/Them
-It/Its
-🌫/🌫s/🌫self (alt: Fog/fogs/fogself)
•French:
-Iel
-Ael
Other pronouns:
-Ix/Ixself
-Ae/Aer/Aers/Aerself
-🌌/🌌s/🌌self
-Gho/ghost/ghosts/ghostself
-Vey/Vem/Veyr/Vemself
-🌖/🌗/🌘s/🌑s/🌒self
-Space/spaces/spaceself
-Wit/witc/witch/witchs/witchself
-🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙’s/🌙self
-Ast/aster/asters/asterself
-Vea/Vear
-Star/Stars/starself
-🌑/🌑/🌑s/🌑self
-Ve/Ver/Veirs
-Nyx/Nyx/Nyx/Nyx/Nyxself
2:MENTAL ILLNESS:
Diagnosed: Depression, Avoidant personality Disorder, ASD, Eating Disorder, Social anxiety.
I also have chronic depersonalization but it’s just a symptom of my Avpd.
3:ED stats:
Sw:106,5kg
Cw:103,4kg
Gw1:100kg
Gw2:95kg
Gw3:85kg
Gw4:75kg
Gw5:65kg
Ugw:55kg
4:SPECIAL INTERESTS #1:MUSIC:
A:Korean/Japanese music:
My Ults of ults when it comes to biases are Hongjoong from Ateez and Yoongi from Bts.
•Ult of ults:
Ateez:
•Ult bias:Hongjoong
•Ot8|bias line:Hongjoong,Mingi & Wooyoung.
Other ults:
Bts:
•Ult bias:Yoongi
•Ot7|bias line:Yoongi,Namjoon & Hoseok.
Deukae:
•Ult bias:Dami
•Ot7|bias line:Dami,Siyeon & Yoohyeon.
*Insomnias please read this:https://dreamcatcherchangeyourname.carrd.co/
The Boyz:
•Ult bias:Kevin
•Ot11|bias line:Kevin,Sunwoo,Juyeon & Eric.
•B.I
(G)I-DLE:
•Ult bias:Soyeon
•Ot6|bias line:Soyeon,Shuhua & Soojin.
Enhypen:
•Ult bias:Jake
•Ot7|bias line:Jake,Jay & Jungwon
&Team:
•Ult bias:K
•Ot9|bias line:K,Nicholas,Jo & Fuma
•Soojin
IKON:
•Ult bias:Jinhwan/Jay
•Ot7|bias line:Jay,Bobby & Dk.
Xiker:
•Ult bias:Minjae
•Ot10|bias line:Minjae,Sumin,Hyunwoo & Yechan.
Tomorrow X Together:
•Ult bias:Soobin
•Ot5|bias line:Soobin,Yeonjun & Beongyu
•Also Stan:
-Pentagon: Biases:Hui,Kino & Honseok.
-QI.X: Bias:JiGook
-Blackswan: Biases:Fatou & Gabi.
-Rolling Quartz: Bias:Arem
-Xdinary Heroes: Bias:Jooyeon
-Itzy: Biases:Yuna & Yeji.
-Le Sserafim: Bias:Eunchae
-Nmixx: Bias:Lily
-Aespa: Biases:Ningning & Winter.
-Ive: Biases:Wonyoung & Rei
-Waking After U: Bias:A-Zzang
•Casuals:
Day6,BABYMETAL,Cotoba,The Rose,The Fix, Kingdom,Slant,Messgram,STMLT,Synsnake, HANABIE,OurR,SF9,Rockit Girl, YUDABINBAND,Dabda,Drinking boys and girls choir,Fishingirl and more.
Other music:
15 Favourites bands of all time:
•IDKHOW
•Fall Out Boy
•In This Moment
•You me at six
•Twenty Øne Piløts
•Sleeping With Sirens
•Pvris
•The Brobecks
•All Time Low
•Epica
•Pierce The Veil
•My Chemical Romance(+Frank Iero & Gerard Way Solo stuff)
•Palaye Royale
•The Pretty Reckless
•Bring Me The Horizon
Honourable mentions:
Portugal the Man,Muse,Paramore & Panic!At The Disco
1: Bring Me The Horizon
Other Bands:
Linkin Park,Fever333,Arctic Monkeys, Evanescence,The Used,Rivals, Nirvana,Simple Creatures,Nine Inch Nails,Within Temptation,Death Spells,Brand New,Story Untold, and more.
Solo artists:
Favourites:
•Avril Lavigne
•Jessie Paege
•Yungblud
•Bridgit Mendler
•James Marriott
•Melanie Martinez
•Niki Demar
Others:
Patrick Stump,Wengie,Mgk,KSI,Haley Williams,John Legend,Talia Mar,Julia Zelg, etc.
4:SPECIAL INTERESTS #2:Dan&Phil:
Date when I started watching them:
Dan: 30/03/2016
Phil: 21/04/2016
Both: 27/07/2016
5:SPECIAL INTERESTS #3:Astrology:
My big 6 are:
Sun☼: Virgo
Moon☾: Pisces
Ascendant/Rising↑: Aries
Mercury☿: Libra
Venus♀: Libra
Mars♂: Leo
6:SPECIAL INTERESTS #4:Lgbtqia+/ Xenogenders:
I hoard labels but here are the main ones:
•Xenogenders:
-Neutrois
-Trennian
-Afeminine
-Lunarian
-Kenochoric
-Apotigender
-Celestialgendervoid
-Xenic
-Ageregender
•Sexuality/Romantic attraction:
-Asexual/Aromantic
-Demisexual/Demiromantic
-Pansexual/Panromantic
-Aegosexual/Aegoromantic
-Romance indifferent/neutral
-Acespike/Arospike
7:SPECIAL INTERESTS #5:Youtubers:
-Jessie Paege
-WillNe
-Jarvis Johnson
-Not Even Emily
-James Marriott
-Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides
-Memeulous
-Danny Gonzalez
-Niki Demar
-iNabber
-Drew Gooden
-Kurtis Conner
OTHER SPECIAL INTERESTS:
Making jewelry
Writing
Alt Fashion
Psychology
Space
Wicca/crystals
The ocean
Miniatures
Daggers & vintage keys (idk why to be honest)
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rangerjotheho · 2 years ago
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STATS.
name: josiah ❝ jo / josie ❞ barnabas moore gender & pronouns: cis male + he / him orientation: demiromantic pansexual age: twenty-nine date of birth: 19 august, 1993 zodiac: ☼  leo - virgo cusp   ☽  scorpio   ↑  gemini occupation: park ranger + wilderness guide positive traits: charismatic + resourceful + intelligent + engaging + hard-working negative traits: flighty + narcissistic + sarcastic + blunt + secretive
BIOGRAPHY.
TW : domestic violence, abandonment, cancer, chronic illness, drugs, death, alcohol
Josiah Barnabas Moore — or Jo, to most, and Josie only if you know him well — was born the youngest of four in a small trailer just a stone’s throw from Fort Payne, Alabama to Laurel and Oliver Moore. They didn’t have very much growing up; his father worked full-time at a struggling hardware store in town, and his mother sold her paintings and handmade jewelry at local markets and fairs when she could to supplement their income, but it was still incredibly difficult to feed and clothe and house a family of six. Their trailer was small, cramped, the siblings nearly sleeping on top of each other as they grew older and rooms had to be shared and sofas had to be converted into beds. The Moore siblings were close, though; they had to be. Laurel and Oliver had a tumultuous marriage, to say the least, and the paper-thin walls of their trailer did very little to muffle shouting matches at all hours of the day and night. His older siblings did their best to shield Josie from the worst of it when he was young, and as a result, they’d often spend much of their time outdoors, exploring the woods surrounding their trailer. He grew up scraping his knees falling out of trees and wading through muddy river water to catch tadpoles in old jam jars. Nature quickly became a safe space, a haven for him away from the chaos of home.
He was thirteen years old when his parents separated. And okay, that’s a nice way of saying his dad just packed up one day and decided to get the hell out of dodge, taking half of Josiah’s siblings with him. With the eldest remaining sibling away at college, Jo and his mother were left alone in a trailer that suddenly felt very spacious to figure out how to fend for themselves. Laurel picked up an overnight job at the gas station about a mile up the road, and by the time he was sixteen, Jo was stocking shelves at the local supermarket when he wasn’t at school — Mama Moore insisted he keep his grades up, it was the only way she’d allow him to keep the job, in spite of the great burden his added income relieved of her. She never wanted to ask her son for help, but he was ready to offer it the moment he could. Everyone else might have left, but Jo wasn’t going anywhere.
In his senior year of high school, Jo was offered a full-ride academic scholarship to the University of Alabama, but he chose to decline the acceptance in favor of classes at the nearest community college so he wouldn’t have to leave home or make an impossible commute five days a week to try and make it work. He didn’t even tell his mother that he’d been accepted, and he tried to act like he couldn’t see the disappointment in her eyes when he told her where he’d be going instead. But she encouraged him all the same, and he graduated with a degree in environmental science all while balancing a full-time job at the supermarket. After graduating, she suggested he try finding a job in the field, and after a few months of trying, he secured a position at Little River Canyon National Reserve. It was about a half hour drive from the trailer, but the pay was good and the benefits even better, and for the first time, he actually felt like they weren’t struggling to get by. He felt relieved. Secure, even. He was happy.
But, of course, all good things must come to an end — a concept with which Josiah is all too familiar. He was twenty-five when Mama Moore was diagnosed with an aggressive and advanced form of breast cancer. For two and a half years, any time he didn’t spend working was spent by her side; taking her to appointments, sitting with her through chemotherapy sessions, teaching himself how to cook so he could make anything she wanted and might be able to stomach. In spite of how dangerous it was and how much of a risk it posed to everything he had, being employed by the government in a state like Alabama, Jo put his botany knowledge to good use and learned how to grow marijuana because he’d heard it helped with the side effects of treatment. He hid it well inside of their trailer, opting to sleep on the couch in order to convert their second room into a space to grow his plants for her, and he very, very rarely indulged with her, insisting that it was strictly medicinal and he couldn’t get caught with it, especially if he got tested at work. He’d lose his job and their insurance, and they’d be even more under water than they already were. ( Not that Jo would ever let her know that; he’d taken on the finances from the time he got his job with the National Reserve, and he’d be damned if he’d let her think for a moment they were struggling. ) They never did get caught, and once she’d moved onto stronger forms of pain relief in hospice care, he got rid of the plants and cleared out the room he’d used for growing.
Once he realized they were nearing the devastating but inevitable end of his mother’s long and exhausting battle, Jo wrote letters to his father and all of his siblings inviting them to show up to say their goodbyes. His father never showed up, and much like the first time when he’d left, Jo was left to try and figure things out on his own. There was a small, modest service held for her, and per her request, she was buried in a shady spot under a willow tree. It felt surreal, coming back to the trailer alone, and it took several weeks for Jo to find it in himself to begin to pack up her belongings. He took an indefinite leave of absence from his job and spent many nights seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle as he struggled to swallow the loss of his guardian, teacher, and best friend all in one. He knew he needed a change, that the amount of hurt contained in the peeling wallpaper of that shitty little trailer outside of Fort Payne was too much to continue to bear, to make himself bear. Not when he didn’t have to.
After his mother passed, Josiah decided there was nothing more keeping him in Alabama and nothing left for him there but memories, so after an extended period of isolated grieving, he promptly made the choice to pack up in search of a change of scenery. Something new. An online search of jobs in national parks with zero distance restrictions led him to a listing for an available position as a park ranger at Rocky Mountain National Park near Lockwood Springs, Colorado. It was a far sight from where he’d spent most of his life, but still promised the familiarity of mountain views and fresh air the likes of which would serve as reminder enough of home to keep him from growing heartsick for it. The entirety of his life fit into a few bags and boxes in the back of a beige Jeep Wrangler from the turn of the millennium, and with the aid of a bunch of old CDs and a handful of maps picked up at rest stops along the way, Jo made the thirteen-hundred mile drive all the way from Fort Payne to Bradford Springs over the course of two days and one night spent trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a rest stop on the state line between Missouri and Kansas.
Jo acclimated very quickly to his job at Rocky Mountain National Park after a few weeks spent studying the local flora and fauna. His efforts were expedited by his choice in domicile — a cabin out in the woods, only a short walk from the ranger station outfitted with the basic amenities thanks to solar panels and a well that he outfitted with a submersible pump and a supply line to the cabin. Being in close proximity to the ranger station gives him internet access, so he’s not entirely off the grid, but almost everything else about his lifestyle would suggest otherwise. Once he was familiar enough with the area, Jo took on the task of leading guided tours on hikes through the trails, taking tourists through scenic mountain and river paths to explore the natural views and wildlife. He loves his job, for the most part — he’s of the belief that people, generally speaking and on the whole, suck, and he’d much rather spend all his time in the company of the animals and trees, but he’s cultivated a skill for turning on the charm and enthusiasm for his job, if only because it’s a cost well worth the reward.
EXTRAS.
Only a few short weeks after settling into his cabin, Jo was walking home one night when he discovered a wounded baby raccoon abandoned in the brush. Unable to bring himself to leave it there to be a meal for any of the other predators lurking in the woods, the ranger took the animal back to his cabin until he could get it to an emergency vet, and after it was treated for the severest of its’ injuries, Jo brought the raccoon back home to nurse him back to health. He’d never bottle-fed anything before, let alone a raccoon, but he developed a very strong bond with the animal over its first few weeks in the cabin, and it wasn’t long before Jo realized he’d end up having a permanent home there. Meeko’s been living with Jo for over a year now, and in that time, Jo’s learned that he has to child-proof every drawer and cabinet in his home to keep the mischievous raccoons wandering hands out of his things.
Jo is promiscuous and unashamedly so. ( As for if he’ll admit that he uses this as a blatant distraction from feeling anything too real is still up for debate. ) Whether it be flirting with the most attractive park visitors that sign up for his hikes through Rocky Mountain and inviting them back to his cabin for a night of roughing it out in the woods ( a frequent pastime of his ) or his trips into town to hit up the dive bars and clubs and drink and dance and charm his way into the hearts and pants of strangers, locals and tourists alike, Jo is wont to seek out fleeting intimate connections. He’s not one for commitment, not beyond a handful of recurring, no-strings-attached situations, and he’s also not selective when it comes to gender. He just likes people. He’s wondered more than once on Uber rides back to his cabin if some of his successful flirtations have suspected him some sort of kidnapper, serial killer for his cabin out in the woods, but it’s not hard to fall in love with the place once you’ve seen it and understand why Jo would live there.
WANTED CONNECTIONS + MORE TBA.
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geroya · 1 year ago
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WHATEVER rewatching fright night ✌
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tumne jo kahaa ༉‧₊˚.
Summary: every time that y/n speaks to lando in hindi, and he falls in love even more
✎ ln x desi!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖
✎ fluff ⊹ ࣪ ˖
masterlist ☾☼
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lando norris was in love with his girlfriend. like, head over heels, i-will-give-you-my-life-but-live-for-you-if-you-ask kind of love. he loved her confidence and her humour, and how she loved to make jokes about him being british and her being indian. he loved her ambition and her independence and her vulnerability. he loved how much she loved and how she lit up the room every time she walked in.
he, especially, loved when she spoke in hindi. he loved her voice. hearing it healed him on a level he did not understand. but, pair it up with her speaking her native language, and somehow it sounded better. it felt like home.
lando was used to her talking to her family and friends in hindi, and sometimes even caught her talking to herself in hindi. it was the language that she grew up surrounded in, it made sense. the way formula one fans would go silent when the radio sound would go off on their screens, lando became completely silent just so he could listen to her talk. he barely ever understood what she would say, mainly because she would talk too fast for him, but he still listened.
he picked up on a few words here and there, and from context, he had a rough idea what they meant. y/n had never spoken to him in hindi, and it worried him that maybe she did not feel comfortable enough talking to him in a language that she was most comfortable in.
he understood on some levels that as a woman of colour, she had faced a lot of prejudice at her place of work. he could never relate to it, but he knew from watching carlos, checo, lewis, zhou, yuki, and more the way that people discriminated against them. he saw first hand the amount of hate comments that the asian drivers had received, and how carlos and checo's driving had often been discredited because they were spanish or mexican. to avoid facing that kind of discrimination, y/n chose to only ever speak in english, aside from the times that she was speaking to her friends and family in india.
the first time it had happened though, the first time that she spoke to him in hindi was a few months into the relationship, and lando hadn't realised until that moment just how in love he was.
1.
y/n had been busy with work. he knew that she was having a stressful week with the amount of workload her boss put on her just to see if she had what their team needed. whatever the fuck that meant. but, he knew y/n, and he knew that she would take everything her boss threw at her with stride and finish everything needed.
it was almost time for dinner, and lando tried his best to not disturb his girlfriend. he had stuck around in his gaming room for most of the time, and occasionally came out to remind y/n to drink water to change her position so that she didn't hurt her back or her neck.
opening the fridge, lando stared at the contents. his trainer had already sent in his week's meals. pulling one of the boxes out, he searched for something that y/n could eat. opening different boxes, he found one with leftover pasta from last night's dinner. he figured it would be good enough to eat, and since it was y/n's comfort food, she wouldn't mind having pasta two nights in a row.
"y/n, lovie, do you want to have last night's pasta? i can heat it up for you now," lando asked.
y/n was distracted, but she had heard his question, and in her distracted state, she said, "haanji,"
lando froze. y/n had responded to him in hindi. his girlfriend had responded to him in a language that she felt the most herself in. he peeked towards the living room, making sure that he was hidden from her view. quickly shoving the pasta in the microwave, lando couldn't help but dork dance a little bit.
his girlfriend loved him! his girlfriend was comfortable with him! his girlfriend felt safe with him! he threw his fist in the air as he silently jumped around till the microwave beeped.
quickly taking out the bowl, he filled up her bottle with water, and took her dinner to where she was sitting on the couch. her eyes were focused on the screen, her glasses almost falling off her nose.
setting the bowl and her bottle on the coffee table, lando gently ran his fingers through her hair till she looked up at him, confused for a moment.
"hi, lovie," lando said softly. he pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose, as she smiled at him.
"hi. what are you doing here? i thought you were streaming?" she asked, setting her laptop aside.
"i am. i got hungry, so i came to get my dinner, and then i noticed that you hadn't eaten as well, so i heated up last night's pasta."
y/n groaned, "oh my god, i needed pasta right now. thank you, baba." she was already settling on the floor, squeezing herself in the space between the couch and the coffee table.
lando leaned down and pressed a kiss at the top of her head, "are you done with work?"
stuffing a mouthful of pasta, y/n shook her head. lando sat on the couch, running his fingers through her hair continuously, hoping that it was soothing. he waited patiently for her to swallow her food.
"nahi. my boss is making me do a million changes constantly, and every time i give him my reasons for the changes i did, he fights me, and then agrees with me. it's so annoying," y/n ranted.
lando hummed, "that does sound annoying,"
"right!" y/n vented out her work frustration in between bites, and lando sat there with a smile on his face. she had spoken to him in hindi, though not a lot of words, but it counted nonetheless.
once y/n was done with her dinner, and lando had made sure that she had drank enough water, he kissed her softly before letting her get back to work, and he took his dinner and went back to his streaming, where max yelled at him for taking so long.
he didn't even care. all he cared about was the woman sitting in his living room who was letting him into a part of her that she kept guarded from the rest of the world.
the second time it happened, it was on a race weekend. y/n had accompanied him for practice race 3 and the qualifying on saturday. between the first and the second time, lando had learned a lot more hindi, but only the basics. he would ask y/n what some of the words that she was saying meant, and he honestly wasn't surprised when most of them turned out to be cuss words.
2.
lando had kept y/n close to him as much as possible in the paddock. neither of them wanted the media to know about their relationship just yet, so y/n disguised herself as someone part of the team and hung around in places where lando could see her.
y/n kept herself busy, talking to oscar, or some of the mechanics or the pr team. it was fun talking to the people who were part of lando's work life, and she had enjoyed herself thoroughly. lando was exceptionally happy that she was happy and comfortable.
y/n had watched from the practice race from the paddock. lando and she had decided that before and after the races, they would find each other in his driver's room. lando claimed that he needed his good luck kiss from his girlfriend. y/n claimed that he was just being clingy.
after the practice sessions were over, lando had quickly found her in his driver's room, kissing her as soon as the door closed. the two stayed there talking till someone came, calling lando for qualifying.
the process repeated.
y/n watched the qualifying from the paddock, eyes locked on the screen. she watched as lando qualified from q1 to q2 and then from q2 to q3, and she cheered with the rest of the team when lando got p2.
jumping from her seat, y/n quickly ran to lando's driver's room, and bounced on her feet as she waited for him. though, she didn't have to wait long, because before she knew it, lando was bursting in the room.
his arms wrapped around her waist, and he was picking her up as the two laughed.
"i'm so proud of you!" y/n exclaimed.
"p2, baby!"
before they could celebrate further, one of the pr team member was knocking on the door, calling lando for the media work.
sighing, lando quickly kissed y/n, before he left. y/n smiled as she watched him go, incredibly proud of him and how far he had come.
she knew that media would take some time, so she settled on the couch, covering herself up with lando's hoodie. it was cozy and it smelled of him and she didn't realise when she fell asleep.
lando had tried to wrap up media as soon as possible. they always asked him the same questions every time, and lando desperately wanted to go back to y/n.
he repeated the answers that the media trained him to say, and he smiled and laughed at all the right places. he said what the media wanted to hear, and he made small talk with all the drivers he met on the way back. he even stopped to quickly speak to andrea and zak. but, with every second away from his girlfriend, he was getting all the more impatient.
once all his duties were over, he practically ran to his driver's room. pushing the door open, he stopped short, a smile taking over his face.
his adorable girlfriend was cuddled on the tiny bed that he had with his mclaren hoodie clutched in her hands. closing the door softly behind him, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her awake.
"lovie?"
y/n let out a soft groan before she opened her eyes, looking up at lando. "hi, lan. hogaya sab?"
lando nodded, "mhmm. i'm done with media and everything, and now we can go home,"
y/n nodded. she heard what he said. but, she closed her eyes again and cuddled further into lando's hoodie. softly, she said, "chaddar chahiye."
lando chuckled, "we've got blankets at home, baby. we can go home and cuddle and sleep till tomorrow morning,"
she opened her eyes slightly and held out her pinky finger to him, "promise?"
he laughed, curling his finger around hers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to their joined fingers, "promise, lovie. let's go, now."
y/n sat up, satisfied with lando's promise. she let him hold onto her as they quickly left the paddock and headed towards his car, where she promptly fell asleep again, her pinky finger locked in his.
moments like these, lando wished he could remember forever. if he had the ability to turn memories into movies, he would turn this moment into a never ending movie.
over the years, he had gotten good at understanding her hindi. he could understand sentences, though he could never form a single one. the pronunciations were too difficult for him, but he appreciated y/n trying to teach him nonetheless. especially when she taught him the correct way to pronounce 'shawarma'.
3.
something that was lando's favourite little habit that y/n had was how she had an internal clock for some things. it was never for anything useful like eating meals on time or drinking enough water. it was more for things like calling up her mother when it was lunch time in india, or texting him when he'd be home.
her mind somehow instinctively called or texted at the same time every day, and he never understood how that was possible. but, he refused to question it.
a conversation that the two had almost every time he was out for work or at the gym, training, at exactly 7:52 pm, y/n texted him asking where he was.
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she always looked forward to him coming home, and it made lando's heart warm, knowing that someone he loved, loved him enough to want him around.
she was more than enough for him, but he was also enough for her.
though, it was on their first anniversary when she called him a name that truly made him realise just how much she loved him.
4.
lando had stayed up all night putting the final touches to his gift for y/n. since he enjoyed art, and she loved collecting his art work, lando had bought a clear lamp to keep at her bedside and decorate it on his own.
he'd been told that it was a shitty gift idea. but, y/n was afraid of sleeping in complete darkness, so maybe it wasn't such a shitty idea? he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
unfortunately, staying up all night and spending the entire anniversary day with his girlfriend doing boyfriend-girlfriend things had tired him out beyond belief and he had fallen sick.
as he lay on the couch wrapped in blankets, he listened to his girlfriend's muttering, "meine pehele kaha tha ki mat karo, par kisi ne sunni? nahi. meri baat sunta kaun hai iss ghar mein."
"babe, i'm sorry," lando whined.
sighing, y/n sat close to her boyfriend and said, "jaan-e-mann, i don't care about anything else more than you. you need to take care of your health first. i love the gift, i promise, but i just needed you."
he stared at her for a second before saying, "that one's new. i haven't heard that one before,"
tilting her head in confusion, she asked, "what's new? jaan-e-mann?"
lando nodded, pulling the blankets closer to his face.
her cheeks turned red as she explained, "jaan-e-mann means my love, my life, my beloved. you are my love, my life, and my beloved. you are my jaan. my jaan-e-mann,"
his smile was wide, and he reached out his hand towards her. she took his hand, and he interlocked their fingers before he whispered, "you're my jaan-e-mann too,"
y/n leaned in, kissing lando, before she pulled back and slapped his chest, "i'm still mad at you for getting sick!"
lando let out a playful groan. he was her jaan-e-mann. nothing else mattered.
✧˚ ʚɞ˚ ༘✿ ♡ ⋆。˚
hi! i hope you guys enjoyed this! for the non-desi readers, "meine pehele kaha tha ki mat karo, par kisi ne sunni? nahi. meri baat sunta kaun hai iss ghar mein." this line basically means, "i had warned you before to not do it, but did anyone listen? no. no one listens to me in this house." i have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
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ma1dita · 8 months ago
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hp!verse masterlist
a reminder: fuck jk rowling
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key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorite - ᥫ᭡
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marauders era oneshots
「 ✦ remus lupin ✦ 」
to chase the sun ☼
more than friends, less than lovers ☼
「 ✦ james potter ✦ 」
it will pass ☼ & ☽ , without a doubt ☼ & ☽ (pt 2)
kiss his face with an uppercut ☼ ᥫ᭡ , heavy hitter ☆ (pt 2)
this will be our year ☼ 
about you ☽
no hard feelings ☼ & ☽
miss pretty ☼
「 ✦ sirius black ✦ 」
liar, liar ☆ & ☽ , truth be told ☆ & ☽ (pt 2)
tangible ☼ & ☽ ᥫ᭡
「 ✦ regulus black ✦ 」
to love is to rest ☼
marauders era miniseries
「 ✦ remus lupin ✦ 」
my love, mine, all mine ☼ & ☽ (on hiatus)
「 ✦ james potter ✦ 」
en route ☽ masterpost (five part series on hiatus)
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ABOUT
Full Name/Nickname: Serina Thyssen | Rina
Age/DOB: 26 | February 16, 1995
Zodiac Sign:  Aquarius ( ☼ ), Leo ( ☽ ), Sagittarius ( ↗ )
Gender: Cis Female
Place of Birth: Daegu, South Korea
Arrondissement: Palais-Bourbon/7th
Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual/Biromantic
Religion: No Public Affiliation
Occupation: Figure Skater
PERSONALITY:
Goals/Desires: Her present goal is to be the most decorated figure skater in the world. With four golds in both the Grand Prix Final and Worlds, she wants to solidify her mark with a fifth gold sweeping each competition to competition. Her desire is to branch out into hosting more televised events, she may also eventually consider being a mentor under her current coaches team, she wants to see more women of color succeeding and dominating in figure skating (and well, every other sector of the world). Her main desire right now is find what home might look like for her now. She’s used to be shipped away to different hotels and rentals but would love to land somewhere steady that she can always call home. 
Fears: Losing Willa, being horrifically injured and ending her career before she’s ready to end it, spiders, ghosts and demons, lemon water (there’s a very specific story for this) 
Hobbies: Listening to True Crime Podcasts, reading horror novels and manga, collecting records, collecting designer bags and accessories, yoga, tai-chi, and as of recently she’s taken up tango dancing. 
Likes & Dislikes: Likes - Diamonds, Silk, Oatmilk, Korean Food, Perfumes, Shiny Objects, Performing on the ice, Trap Music, Assorted pastries, Milk Bread, Boba Tea, Sunflowers, the smell of rain, the chill of ice, mastering new jumps on the first try.  Dislikes - Invasion of privacy, Useless Gossip, Elitists, Green Tea, Megaphones, Pineapple on pizza, Moscow Mules.
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
FAMILY
Parents: Otto Thyssen and Jin Eun Jo
Sibling(s): Willa Thyssen (Identical Twin) 
Pet(s): Binna (Ragdoll Cat) 
POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:
Drunk Friends (aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk) (0/2) - Very self explanatory. On the off season, Serina lets get of any strict disciplines and gives in to her inhibitions. When she’s had one too many, there is no filter and whoever may be in the eye of that storm gets to handle it with ease and a side of fun. Overall it’s a fun time, but when things are less cloudy, she will be very confused and a bit bashful about any of the events that’s occurred. 
Flirtationship (0/1) - The only reason why these two aren’t committed to being committed to each other is the fact that they’re literally water and oil for each other. That’s what makes the art of flirting so much more fun though because at least half of what it takes to make a connection really spark is there. The rest of it? Not so much. Regardless, Serina is glad to have their friendship but will expect at least three compliments the moment they step towards her and she’ll relay the same to them, it’s only fair. 
Jetset Life Friend (0/1) - Time to flee Paris for a few hours? This is the person that she calls who isn’t her sister. Travel is a huge part of Serina’s identity but she’s always gone for work rather than leisure. With a private jet waiting and with whatever Pinterest or Instagram has sparked inspiration for, Serina and this friend will go procure the exact experience from said inspiration. There’s nothing too off-cuff that she won’t travel for with them. 
Luxury Dating App Match (0/3) - Serina downloaded this app as a joke and found that it’s far more useful for business connections. Regardless, there is something to be said about two souls in the limelight or at least close to the light trying to find connection. It could lead to something serious, something diplomatic, or something truly bizarre. 
Once enemies, now frenemies (0/1) - No one is really sure what happened to begin with to make these two go after each other’s throats, but whatever it was, Serina never hesitated to have her security team attempt to toss this person out from any vicinity she might have been in, or simply engaged in a glaring match. The other thing they’re not too sure about either is when they started to mend the bridge, or at least something that looks like that. Serina isn’t attached to the hip with this person but she would like to know what it was she did to be seen as a threat to them. 
Other Celebrity Influencers/Models - In Serina’s career, she’s been humbled enough to garner endorsements and plenty of PR opportunities. She’s met with and worked with plenty in the game in and out of the ice skating world. From beauty products to video games, to home improvement items, and any other product imaginable, she’s not known to turn down a collab and is always open to them, within reason. 
Shopping Buddy (0/1) - Though solitude and window shopping might seem like a great time, Serina is the type of shopper who needs to plan out full days figuring out which part of town to go to, what stores she wants to go to, and what she wants (or rather needs) to grab. This person will gladly come along with their own list, and while they’re whipping our euros and spending with reckless abandon, all they can do is marvel at how much they can carry and then enjoy their spoils together. 
Super Fan Turned Confidante (0/1) - It started with a tweet of admiration that happened to catch Serina’s eye and she replied back with honor and light back. From there, she would continue to catch them on her feed, thanking them for their support, eventually sending merch from her team, and somehow slowly messaging and really getting to know each other. The lines of fan versus idol slowly begin to taper off with Serina saying that they can be on equal ground because she also supports the person in their endeavors with the full intention of knowing they’ll succeed. Overall it’s a wholesome happenstance. 
Unlikely Friends (0/3)  - Whether it be from their lifestyles, their upbringing, their industry, or even their ages, people aren’t really sure how they get along with each other but Serina will always light up with glee any time she hears from this person. They may be complete opposites or maybe they may not fit the mold as a person that would be in Serina’s circle, but she will always advocate for their place in her life, cause what’s life without an eclectic group of friends?
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JOHANNA “JOEY” PAREDES ( THEY/THEM ) is a NON-BINARY, TWENTY-THREE year old BARTENDER @ CLUB LEZIATE who has been living in Moorbrooke for TWO YEARS. They were born on JUNE 6 and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like LIZETH SELENE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose if i could i would feel nothing by BLACKBEAR
ABOUT
Full Name: Johanna Alejandra Paredes Colosio
Nickname: Joey, Jo, Jojo, Mojo Jojo (only if you want to upset them)
Age/Date Of Birth: 23 / June 6th, 1999
Zodiac Sign: Gemini ☼ Scorpio ☾ Cancer ↑
Gender: Non-binary
Place of Birth: Guerrero, Mexico
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Religion: Agnostic
Occupation: Bartender / DJ
PERSONALITY
Goals/Desires: To become a music producer
Fears: Being alone
Hobbies: Music, all the way. Johanna lives and breathes music, traveling and meeting new people.
Likes: Music, art, partying, road trips, drugs, flirting with girls.
Dislikes: Being alone, being confined, repetition and routine.
OTHERS
languages spoken: english, spanish, portuguese.
instruments played: drums, guitar, piano, bass, violin, harp, french horn, sax, marimba, ukelele, harp, accordion, harmonica, guiro.
tattoos: pink lotuses on their right shoulder blade, a set of headphones on their right wrist, equalizer bars on their mid-lower back, a set of rainbow dots on their right forearm, the word angel on their abs with two cherubs on each ribcage, a siren on their right arm, butterflies on their right forearm, flowers on her left forearm, ‘power’ on their right hand, ‘thankful blessed’, musical notes on various fingers, an eye on their left wrist, a flower on their left leg, the word angel on their left shoulder.
piercings: nose, septum and helix, used to have both their eyebrow and their tongue pierced but they got them both off and have heal since.
favorite color: purple, red and black.
favorite food: lobster mac & cheese.
allergies: peanuts, oranges.
right or left-handed?: left-handed.
FAMILY
Parents: Rogelio Paredes ( diseased ) & Alejandra Colosio ( socialité / business mogul )
Sibling(s): 6 in total.
Pet(s): N/A
BIOGRAPHY
Full biography soon!
Trigger Warnings: Abuse, substance abuse, cancer and death mention
joey was born in acapulco, mexico when their parents were visiting their mother’s family. it was a complicated birth and the family had to stay in the coast for around six months before moving to ny, where they reside
there is a total of seven bravo siblings, jo is the sixth in line
their family is… well accommodated in the new york social circle. their mom is a socialite and business mogul (think female jordan belfort) and their dad was a professor at brown
joey was the black sheep of their family for a very young age, they were the polar opposite to the paredes, but had to play the part as one of the clan while living under their roof/being a part of the family and ulimately, taking advantage of what being a paredes brought them.
they DID live a double life while in new york, whatosever. a pseudio socialite, golden child on one side and a rebel anarchist on the other.
they began abusing substances at a VERY young age, due to the people they had in their circle and their inability to handle the trauma of living with an abusive mother and siblings and suffering from undiagnosed depression.
almost got married, once. they broke off the engagement days before the big day after a big fight with their ex ended with them in er
their father died when they were 21 due to cancer which prompted them to break away from the cycle of abuse and they decided to move from new york. after driving hours on end and living on their car for a few weeks, visiting towns, they found moorbrooke and decided to give the town a try. it’s been two years and jo still can’t grow tired of the charming little town and it helps that not many people in moorbrooke know where they come from / their family and jo can be whoever they want to be.
works as a bartender, sometimes djs in special events because they love to dj if they need some extra cash. writes songs when inspiration strikes but they never show them to ANYONE (or like, almost anyone. there’s a lot of trust that goes into actually showing their music)
has roommates? i’d like for joey to have at least one roommate ( possibly 2-3 and definitely a wc )
PERSONALITY
they have a hard time letting people in? they are chill, will joke with you for hours and do their best to make you laugh, but actually connecting with people is hard for them bc trust issues.
lowkey has an alcohol & drugs dependency problem but won’t accept it because it’s the only way they can handle their life, rlly is trying to get it together and be LESS OF A MESS
is really a hot mess™ with a decent heart who just wants to start over and be themselves for the first time in their life and meet people and make people smile and have fun, for the most part means well ( unless they don’t like you then lol gl ) but feelings and things just… can’t. do. human. things.
hates the way they are. lowkey tho, lowkey. likes to pretend they are a robot and doesn’t feel anything but lmao who u playin’ they feels everything just doesn’t let people see that because caring is weakness
also ALSO their sexuality is… complicated? i’d describe it as pan? except she is v picky when it comes to men? like, hasn’t been attracted to men in years but with the right guy it could happen????? when it comes to girls tho???? 100% has a crush on 20 girls at the same time ngl and they are FLIRTY.
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❝ TRUE that love in WITHDRAWAL was the weeping of ME . ❞
☼☾  (  saoirse  ronan  ,  30  ,  they/she  ,  non-binary  femme  ,  stuart  4  )  -  have  you  seen  ROWENA  STUART?    we’ve  heard  through  the  grapevine  that  they’re  DRUIDIC  but  also  NAIVE. when  you  think  of  them  ,  you  think  of  runes  etched  into  leather  and  stone,  dandelion  and  nettle  tea,  a  candlelit  shrine  to  the  gods.
parallels  :  jo march  (  little women  )  ;  misty day  ( american  horror  story: coven )  ;  nell crain  (  the  haunting  of  hill  house  )  ; luna lovegood ( harry potter )
BASIC  INFO
FULL  NAME:  rowena niamh stuart
AGE:  thirty
GENDER:  nonbinary woman
PRONOUNS:  they/she
ORIENTATION:  pansexual panromantic
LANGUAGE(S)  SPOKEN:  primary  —  english, scots, gaelic;  conversational  —  french
ACCENT:  scottish
LABEL:  the  druid;  a prophetic soothsayer; someone who seems to have a spiritual connection with the gods.
APPEARANCE  &  PERSONALITY
FACE  CLAIM:  saoirse ronan
HEIGHT:  five feet, six inches
HAIR  COLOUR:  dark blonde, curly & thick, down to her waist
EYE  COLOUR:  pale blue, but somehow warm & inviting
USUAL  EXPRESSION:   pleasant and friendly, but lost in thought; looking off into nothingness as if daydreaming.
POSITIVE  TRAITS:  gentle-hearted,  selfless,  kind,  friendly,  exuberant,  protective,  observant,  playful, spiritual, romantic
NEGATIVE  TRAITS:  naive,  anxious,  fearful,  scatterbrained,  capricious,  skittish, ditzy, ecclesiastic
FAMILY
MOTHER:  unnamed queen of scotland
FATHER:  graeme stuart, king of scotland
SIBLINGS:  violet stuart, princess of scotland; gwendolyn stuart, princess of scotland
THINGS  TO  KNOW
you  were  born  on  the  first  day  of  spring,  silent  as  you  arrived,  your  eyes  opening  to  reveal  a  look  of  wonder. the  midwives  said  you  looked  as  if  you  had  seen  it  all  before;  like  your  soul  had  already  been  reborn  a  thousand  times  over. 
it  started  when  you  were  a  baby,  really;  the  nonsensical  wailing,  the  inconsolable  fits. your  parents  thought  you  might  have  colic,  and  then  maybe  that  you  might  not  be  developing  quite  right,  but  you  grew  just  fine,  learned  to  walk  and  talk  at  the  same  age  as  everyone  else. but  the  fits  remained. sometimes,  you'd  suddenly  stop  what  you  were  doing,  take  one,  two,  three  heaving  breaths  and  then  BURST  into  tears  like  something  terrible  had  just  happened  to  you.
but,  see,  that's  the  thing  —  that's  what  it  felt  like. randomly,  in  the  middle  of  a  meal  with  your  family  all  around  you,  or  while  you  were  out  in  the  fields  chaining  daisies  together  to  make  a  crown  with  your  sisters,  safe  as  can  be,  you  would  suddenly  feel  like  the  world  was  ending,  or  like  someone  very  close  to  you  had  died. it  was  uncontrollable  and  all-encompassing  —  the  worst  sadness  and  fear  you'd  ever  felt,  hitting  like  a  tidal  wave  for  no  apparent  reason.
at  first,  your  family  believed  it  was  just  a  quirk,  something  you  might  grow  out  of. but  then  things  started  to  line  up  in  ways  that  felt  too  convenient  to  be  a  coincidence. when  you  were  five,  you  threw  a  fit,  screaming  about  how  "something  terrible  was  going  to  happen,"  and  the  next  day,  a  sentry  would  come  running  to  alert  the  royal  family  that  a  terrible  storm  was  coming  and  would  hit  in  less  than  an  hour. the  flash  floods  that  ensued  wiped  out  entire  groves  of  centuries-old  trees. when  you  were  seven,  you  halted  a  make-believe  session  with  your  sisters  and  bursted  into  tears,  wailing  the  words,  "they're  all  going  to  die."  that  evening,  a  soldier  reported  that  entire  herds  of  cows  in  the  upper  highland  ranches  were  dropping  dead  from  an  unknown  illness.
you  became  something  of  a  beacon. it  wasn't  always  true  —  sometimes  you'd  have  one  of  your  episodes  and  nothing  would  come  of  it. but  your  family  never  faltered  in  their  precautions,  because  more  often  than  pure  chance,  you  were  right. eventually,  your  family's  spiritual  advisors  heralded  you  as  a  DRUID  —  a  blessed  individual,  somebody  who  has  a  special  connection  to  the  gods.
people  from  other  cultures  insist  that  it's  not  real,  that  there's  no  way  you're  clairvoyant,  that  you  can  see  the  future. and  honestly,  you're  not  so  sure  of  it  yourself. but  you  can't  deny  what  happens  when  an  episode  strikes  —  that  feeling  of  being  overcome  with  doom,  the  all-encompassing  tidal  wave  of  dread. you  became  convinced  from  a  young  age  that  the  gods  had  given  you  this  ability  as  a  way  to  help  people.
so,  you  spend  your  adolescence  and  young  adulthood  becoming  more  and  more  devout  to  the  gods  who  had  given  you  this  gift. you  pray  to  them  every  dawn  and  dusk. you  have  a  shrine  to  dagda  in  your  chambers,  where  you  always  keep  a  candle  lit  —  you've  never  let  it  go  out,  not  in  the  twenty  years  since  you  built  it. you  have  countless  books  filled  with  runes  and  rituals,  and  you  know  recipes  for  healing  elixirs  like  the  back  of  your  hand.
but  even  stronger  than  your  devotion  to  your  gods  is  your  loyalty  to  your  family. you  are  a  STUART,  and  you  know  deep  in  your  heart  that  it's  your  purpose  to  love  and  serve  your  family. your  sisters  are  your  best  friends  and  you  tell  them  anything  and  everything,  despite  how  they  might  think  your  ecclesiastic  tangents  to  be  a  bit  boring. there's  no  one  else  you'd  rather  spend  your  days  with.
HEADCANONS
obviously,  rowena  is  not  actually  clairvoyant  !  she  is  mostly  just  a  very  anxious  and  deeply  intuitive  person  and  sometimes,  an  unexplainable  terrible  feeling  just  washes  over  her. sometimes it's nonsensical, but sometimes it's because she's observed signs of disaster that other people haven't, and sometimes without even realizing she's noticed them herself. in  scot/gaelic  culture  &  mythology,  there  are  individuals  called  druids  who  are  heralded  as  having  a  connection  to  the  gods,  and  are  believed  to  have  sensitivities  like  clairvoyance. so,  in  her  family's  culture,  it  makes  sense  that  she  would  be  treated  as  one.
she  is  a  deeply  romantic  person  and  is  always  finding  ways  to  notice  and  cultivate  love  in  her  life,  platonic  and  romantic. she  is  the  kind  of  friend  who  will  spend  hours  making  you  a  handmade  gift,  just  because  she  wants  to.
she  is  very  " religious "  in  the  sense  that  she  is  deeply  devoted  to  the  gaelic/celtic  gods. she  prays  every  dawn  and  dusk.
she  is  a  pacifist  by  nature,  but  has  a  fiery  heart  (  and  a  lot  of  fire  in  her  zodiac  chart,  although  she  would  have  no  idea  what  that  means!  ). she  is  fiercely  loyal  to  her  family  and  loved  ones  and  would  fight  anyone  who  tries  to  hurt  them.
she's  friendly  to  a  fault,  and  is  always  actively  seeking  out  the  good  in  people,  even  those  who  don't  see  it  in  themselves. she  wants  to  believe  that  everyone  is  a  good  person,  which  can  get  her  into  trouble  sometimes.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
friends:  she  definitely  has  lots  and  lots  of  friends!  anyone  who  is  kind  to  her  is  a  friend  in  her  book.
unlikely  friend:  she  is  desperate  to  see  the  good  in  people,  so  i  think  it  would  be  super  cute  if  there  was  someone  who  is  a  total  grump,  and  she's  managed  to  weasel  her  way  under  their  skin  !
a  fated  love:  listen ...... this  could  be  so  soft. someone  she  thinks  was  sent  by  the  gods. an  angel  in  human  skin. or  maybe  someone  who  makes  her  question  her  faith. LISTEN ....
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