#❝ pair ╱ sadie + flynn.

[soulcheri]

Normally, yes. Sadie would always be waiting on their parents approval. In her career, in the house she built, in her life overall. But, she quickly realized long ago that no matter what she did or how she did it - she'd never really earn it. Her father had hoped Sadie would stop defying his wishes and join the family business like Flynn. Become a real estate mogul and expand their family's abundant wealth.

Instead, she went into criminal justice. She used her love of watching true crime documentaries in her bedroom to one day save the world. For the most part, she did alright at the firm. She made enough money to support herself and still tend to her childish vices like; drinking and shopping. But, she was by no means as 'successful' as Hap or even Flynn. Not that Flynn had ever judged her for it. He was one of the few people who encouraged her to follow her dreams. Maybe, he was trying to prevent her from settling down and becoming miserable like him. In a constant tug of war with his marital partner and their three kids. Beautiful as those kids, were. Sadie already claimed herself the fun Aunt years ago. Marissa, agreed with her. Whenever she needed a new fun, dress for a school event or dance - Sadie was the one to take her shopping. Much to her older brother's dismay because when Marissa came home, Sadie's influence proved she wasn't always, exactly innocent.

"Well, I'm not." Sadie all but stomped like a petulant child beside her brother. Watching Wyatt charm her sisters and her mother, was only the kick off to one of her worst nightmares. She might want her family's approval but, not when it comes to her dating life. She didn't need any more pressure from them to settle down, especially with Wyatt who she hated.

"I can't stand him, Flynny." Sadie confided in her brother. "I only brought him here because I thought they'd see what I see. A self-entitled, aggravating, full of himself, corny prick." The way she lit up when she insulted him should've said it all. What came pouring out of her mouth was the exact opposite of how Sadie truly felt inside. Even if she neglected to acknowledge it to herself. She was falling hard for Wyatt and his stupid lines, and his ugly shirts she warned him she would burn the next time he took one of them off. She was so mean to him because she actually likes him. It's a scary thought to have. Therefore, she refuses to address it and hopes Flynn will do the same. Even though, if anyone could see through her bullshit - it's him.

"I'd never compare you to dad, by the way." Sadie assured her brother, before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But, I do think you neglect her sometimes. You work a lot. Maybe she feels like she's not as important. I mean think about it.... Samantha's hot. But she's getting older now, you guys have had three kids who I love dearly. Maybe she feels like you don't love her as much as you love other things. Like your work is more exciting because you'd rather spend all of your time there." Sadie knows that's not how her brother sees it. She's just trying to offer him Sam's perspective on the matter, based on conversations they've had in the past at similar dinners and get togethers. "And maybe she's lashing out because she's still pissed you hired that hot, new nanny. Which I could've told you was going to be a bad idea. You should ALWAYS hire an ugly one. Like, always." If Sadie's husband or boyfriend ever hired a hot nanny to look after their kids, she would probably castrate them. Sam was nice enough not to burn Flynn's belongings while he was gone or throw his shit out in the lawn and watch him pick it up.

"That's a bummer your brothers are older and married, though." Paisley huffs. Though, Wyatt is still available in her eyes. He might be dating her older sister now, but Sadie probably wouldn't care. She gives them two weeks before Sadie breaks up with him or ghosts him. She has a habit of doing that to guys once they reach their expiration date or start to become too bothersome.

"You are absolutely wonderful! It's been a pleasure having you here tonight and just so you know, you are always welcome here any time," Natalie chimes over her drooling children. Right before she excuses herself to track down her husband who escaped to his study following dinner. He, like Flynn, was married to his work. And he also made it a point to get to know all the partners his children brought around. He figured it wouldn't hurt to spend a few hours digging around Wyatt's past just to see what comes up, before he makes the effort of pulling him for a conversation.

"How did you and Sadie meet? You know, she's never really brought a guy home before. So that must make you special." It's why her sisters weren't sure how to act. "Well accept that one guy she brought home to piss mom and dad off on Thanksgiving in 2019. Trust me though, he was so not cute. And I think she really only did that to get mom off her back." Their dad didn't take her attempts too seriously. Even though, he looked like he was going to pop a vein before ever finishing his steak. "Sadie doesn't date much," Gwen explains on behalf of Paisley who just keeps rambling and putting her foot in her mouth. "We always thought she'd be one of those women who grow up and live alone with her 3 cats."

After years of watching his sisters clamoring over boybands Flynn has unfortunately became desensitized to their boy craze. The only part of tonight that held any element of surprise was seeing Sadie walk in with her secret boyfriend. Who the hell was this Wyatt guy and why haven't he heard of him? Sadie knew everything about Samantha - well almost everything. He didn't bother telling her that he fancied his babysitter or that he let her have a shower with him. But that's not something a brother would tell a sister. Even if they were best friends.

"Oh, I can believe it, Sades. They probably think they're on one of those idiotic reality shows they're always watching - and Wyatt is the shiny new toy who just walked in. It's very in character for Gwen and Paisley. The only person I'm surprised by his mom. Why is she buying this shit? I mean... no offense. Wait..." Why was he apologizing? She's the one who started it by calling their sisters out. Shouldn't she be ecstatic that they all love him? Or was he just another one of her attempts to piss everyone off? He'll never forget the Thanksgiving of 2019. The guy she brought home made Tommy Lee look like Danny Tanner. Their father nearly had a stroke. "Why do you care, actually? You should be loving this. I mean, that's what you want, right? Their approval?"

While Flynn and Sadie speak privately across the room, Wyatt leans closer to the fun blondes circling him. "I actually have four brothers. I come from a big family like you guys." He smiles at Paisley and Gwen and then places a hand on Natalie's shoulder. "My mother isn't as amazing as you are though. We don't really get together for the holidays. My brothers are scattered around the world building their empires. My dad's a decorated firefighter and my mother, she actually left my father a few years after I was born. So there's my flaw." Wyatt wanted to leave a little bit of truth to his lie. If only so he'll have an easier time remembering what webs he weaved. "But Paisley, to better answer your question - my brothers are unfortunately older and married with kids. I wish that wasn't the case. I would have loved to go on double-dates with you and your sister. That would have been fun. But I mean, that shouldn't stop us all from getting together again, right? We should plan another family-fun day?"

Flynn heaves a sigh. Things with Samantha weren't getting any easier. The last time they were together she basically called him an awful father and said she hopes their son doesn't turn out like him. "I'm trying to get things on track with Sam. It's not easy. I think I fucked up too many times. I went to Marissa's game last week and Sam accused me of being a terrible father. My kids have everything. I'm not like dad - am I? I know money isn't everything. It's not the secret behind happiness. But what else can I do? I'm always working."

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A Masterlist of all @suoirallesalta edits!

Every edit is tagged under #suoiredits. edits are sorted acc to their books! enjoy

click here for my art masterlist!

Making Sabina in the Character without using Character’s assets style (edit challenge

Kepler, in only the harness. 

f!Adam

Jen in her dress including the lingerie

Simon Montjoy in Ava’s dress

younger Mitzi Montjoy

AVSP MC as on the cover

💫 Nia Ellarious

the perfect pair? (Nia x MC in an AME crossover)

Goddess of the Sea (Nia x Sunkissed edit)

Nia and Imtura with... moustaches

Nia with TE Alma’s hair and MTFL Ava’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Nia as Neisha (new avatar)

Starry Nia (#BladesAW)

Empress of The Shadow (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Kamilah (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Rheya (#BladesAW) 

the pretty young girl next door (#BladesAW)

Quartermaster Nia Ellarious (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as TE MC (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as Shreya (#BladesAW) 

Nia Ellarious in her dress including her lingerie

nia ellarious hot goth girlfriend

The Priestess (GIF edit) (Nia in RC outfit)

Tyril Starfury

cold and broody™ vampire elf (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ bodyguard (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ elementalist (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ orc (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ designer; feat. f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

Tyril with f!Blaine’s hair (#BladesAW)

rogue-ish Tyril Starfury (with a beard)

The Mage (GIF edit) (in RC outfit)

Scream(o)s from the inside (Kade album cover edit)

Bald-ur (#BladesAW)

Damn those elves and their magicks (Mal - Aerin hairswap)

Modern Rogue-ish Mal Volari (with a beard)

StarCorp

Blades of Lust and Sensuality

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Duke Richards in the banana mascot outfit from Platinum.

Charlie Smith

A relaxing day at the waterfall! (edit inspired by Charlie Premium Scene!)

Quartermaster of the Dreadlord (DSAW)

Quartermaster of the Flotillan Pirates (DSAW)

Siren of The Light (DSAW)

Charlie as Atlas, Eli and Shreya from TE (DSAW)

Maggie

Maggie! M-Maggie? (MM and DS Maggie Crossover)

Maggie with HC Hazel’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit. (#suoirandom request)

Oliver Cochrane

Oliver Cochrane as Luke Hemmings

oliver cock rain (DSAW)

f!Oliver (DSAW)

Distant Sores (Charlie x Edward face swap)

DS MC using BaBu2 sprite (DSAW)

Distant Couture // Hot Shores (DS x HC crossover, DSAW)

Ayna Seth

student!Ayna and professor!Ayna

Ayna as Imogen from ILB

buff ayna

Ayna as Jackie in the Open Heart 3 CG

vampire!Ayna

Ayna Seth

Ayna Seth as a Lovelink Match

Ayna Seth as Robin Tora

aynia ellarious

TA meets TA (Ayna - Aiyana Midthunder crossover)

Blaine Hayes

m!Blaine in f!Blaine’s dress

f!Blaine as m!Blaine

Blaine with PT Raleigh’s Hair and MOTY MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Blaine Hayes edit inspired by @aestheteasteria’s icon

Tatum Mendoza

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Tatum in Ayna’s dress / Tatum as Ayna

MC

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

MC with ATV Pax’s hair and TNA Robin’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Ayna x MC

girlfriends

partners

Bodyguard Murphy (lmao)

Murphy Icons <3

I think I got the address to the wrong Murphy

Skye Crandall x Gerard Way

Dark Mage Ajay (choicedits challenge)

Power Duo (Luz x MC)

Bridgette Gardner with TRH Cedric Vescovi’s hair and PM Hayden’s Outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Luz Estrada in her dress including the lingerie

Noah Marshall in the banana outfit (edit request)

Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in the TNA MC’s Golden Dress)

A bit younger Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in casual(?) outfit)

Aislinn Tanaka

Aislinn Tanaka in QB Poppy’s outfit and diff black hair

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend 2

aislinn tanaka girlfriend

aislinn tanaka’s v short hair

Gabe and MC as Mal and Nia

Babe Ricci with long hair

The Boys

Ava as Britney from ILITW

IGHT (NB face swap)

MC with TE MC’s hair and BB MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

bryce.. lahela .. and,, uh.. bryce sterling..

Rookie Ramsey

Rookie Varma

Raleigh Carrera

Raleigh Carrera with AME Mackenzie’s hair and VOS Naomi’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

An exclusive sneak-peek at Raleigh Carrera’s fuck-the-stereotype Vinyls look that has got the fandom in meltdown!

Raleigh Carrera with BOLAS MC’s hair and THM Eris’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

A Very Wilshere Christmas! (Album Cover)

The Hottest Couple of the Industry (Avery x MC)

Poppy is just angry Avery

Zoey Wade

“Besties!” (mc and Zoey as Mc and Ava from MTFL)

priestess zoey wade

zoey in floral

zoey in floral (beach-wear edition)

TA Zoey Wade

Zoey Wade as Atlas Ernhardt

Zoey Wade in TE MC’s gala outfit

zoey in the dress she gave to mc in the first chapter

Ina/Ian Kingsley

Ina Kingsley with TF Becca's hair and BB Kamilah's outfit. (edit request)

Ina Kingsley with TNA Sam’s hair and WT MC’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Veronica with TNA Sofia’s hair and ACOR Sabina’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

MC with BP Courtney’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit.

how (ridiculous) mc would look if she actually wore that ligerie under that dress

📰 Robin Tora

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#2)

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#3)

Robin as Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Robin in an oversized baggy shirt

wait, wrong Robin- shit (Sofia TNA edit)

Robin Tora as Robin Tora and Robin Tora as Robin Tora

Robin as Cassian in Witness

Robins at the beach

robin hood

asian f!robin tora as blaine hayes

Flame the Crow & Me : One Boob (TC&TF face swap)

Annia Adairious (TCTF AW)

orc!Val (TCTF AW)

Kenna Rys with NB Katherine’s hair and HSS Principal Rivera’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

🌙 Atlas Ernhardt

Atlas Ellarious

Atlas, the adventurous elf

Queen of Vampires, Atlas, of Clan Ernhardt

Vampire Queen Atlas (edit #2)

Atlas, the Snow Princess

Atlas, the Moon Princess

Atlas in genderfluid flag colors!

m!Atlas in f!Atlas’s Gala dress

f and m!Atlas swapped

☀️ Eli Solaris Russell (my mc)

Eli’s first (accidental) spell cast!

Eli’s momentous first day at Penderghast

⚙️ Beckett Harrington

“Small dapper Beckett… confirmed.”

Beckett as Connor from Detroit: Become Human

Shreya Mistry

Shreya “Wonder Woman” Mistry

❣️ Pend Pals

“All dressed in black.”

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#1)

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#2)

Magick Docs (OH crossover)

Pend Pals in Belvoire attire

Pend Gals on a night out after the Amorelia Day Gala (faceapp faceswap edit)

The Elementalists - Across the Dimension (2D art crossover)

💞 Shreya x Atlas

“your eyes, they shine so bright”

“Hey Shreya.. Marry Me”

“Wedding Day!”

💞 Beckett x Eli/MC

Beckett and Eli in a western setting

Eli x Beckett face swap

Eli x Beckett in Robin x Sofia art (lmao)

🌟 Double Trouble (Eli/MC + Atlas)

Hydrobreath (Eli + Atlas)

“my younger twin sister” (double trouble x mtfl edit)

Misc

Blood of the Sun (a spinoff movie poster)

Coolness of metal and water-atts (meme)

Alma with FA Dionne’s hair and D&D MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton and Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton with BB Serafine’s hair and TCTF Val’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Sofia as Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil

the cake on sofia’s skirt works as floral print

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Vampire Harlenay

Flynn o’Malley in fem VOS characters’ hair 

Flynn o’Malley in fem outfits

Anna Koishi

Anna Koishi, at the club, with short pink hair

Anna Koishi with TE Atlas’s hair and PT Avery’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Anna Koishi as Atlas Ernhardt

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

Asian f!Dakota with Hispanic f!Dakota’s hair

Daenerys, the mother of dragons (using TRR mc)

TRR mc as Daenerys (edit #2)

the greatest witch of our time (BB mc as Hermione Granger)

me before you (poster edit with TRR Mc and AME Adam)

Aquaman (ft Cassian and Ava)

Wolf Bride wolf in Poppy’s outfit

Imogen Dragons

rip fallen books

The Crew (DSAW)

Wizards of Waverley Place (THOBM edit)

omg a hit tweet (pb meme)

Choicedits Challenges

ACOR Sabina without using her assets

OpH Jackie without using her assets

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger using Choices assets

Priestesses of the Light

Coldplay’s Higher Power album cover using only Choices assets

Asian Wolf Bride MC as TE MC

Lovelink Edits

Nicholas Adley in Pirate Outfit

Jamie Grant in multiple outfits from HERO

[gotatext]

hullo everyone, i’m nora, i’m 22, from the gmt timezone, and i love gillian flynn w all my withered heart. below the cut is info on my latest baby frida parrish. LIKE THIS and i’ll hit u up for plots xo

       ( kristine froseth, cis-female ) did you hear how FRIDA PARRISH is applying to columbia university as a CLASSICAL CIVILISATION major ?! the 20 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + MAGNETIC and + TENACIOUS, but honestly i think SHE can be -DOUBLE-CROSSING and -FANCIFUL. they’re a real SYRABITE. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.   + a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, pouring over leather-bound volumes in a library, bloodstains on the insoles of pointe shoes.

BACKGROUND.

—  born in vermont and lived there til she was about eleven, but then her family moved to new york for her dad’s job. her dad is kind of famous. a big shot art dealer. he actually got so well connected in the art world by creating forgeries of famous works when frida was still really young, but once he had enough money and contacts, he decided to follow a more legal and reputable path and now he just deals legit art rather than fakes. —  her parents, mara dagney and richard parrish met doing a fine art cause at nyu. richard was raised in the uk, one of three cambridge-born brothers. mara grew up on a ranch in new mexico. they met in freshers week and were basically inseparable after that. —  pretty soon after graduating, her parents realised there was very little money to be made taking art commissions in a little new england town, and plenty of competition, so they began forging famous works and selling them to collectors for thousands.  —  when frida was a born (her brother two years her senior, a nuclear family), her parents were still involved in forgery. the parrish kids were taught that people and places were temporary with suitcases permanently packed for the move. they were raised on the fluidity of identity and taught to be resourceful and wise rather than school-smart. phillip was never as resourceful as frida, but he was incredibly learned when it came to literacy and numeracy, and a bit of an art prodigy. —  when frida (affectionately referred to as ‘fox’ by her family because of her auburn hair – it stuck) was nine and phillip (’pippin’, after the broadway musical lmao her mum is lame) was twelve, the family ran into some trouble, managed to bribe an officer to stay quiet, but had to move from burlingdon to new york, to start a new, legal life. —  mara retrained as a grade school teacher. richard opened up his own arts collective space and coffee shop. within a few years, her father had a really large collection of rothko’s, pollock’s and johns’, and began to appear on a tv show where he would value and auction paintings. frida and phillip attended a public new york day school, where frida took up flute, lacrosse and ballet.

PERSONALITY.

— both her parents had Large Personalities, so frida’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless”  — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. frida prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. — just wants to be Loved By All. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she Should enjoy it. — tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.  — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj. 

anyway, here you will find a pinterest board, and here u will find a stats page.

PLOTS.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with frida before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends –  probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries ! 

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! 

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst, 

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

thats all for now folks jeez louise thanks for stickin with me

[squidproquoclarice]

6 for the fandom questions

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.Lort, OK.  I’ll discount fandoms where I wrote just a brief one-shot for friends or the like.  Harry Potter: Back when I was actively involved, I wrote a Snape/Hermione fic.  Like most late teens/early twenties, I was indulging in the “young woman feeling grown up by being intrigued by older man” thing, though with greater age and wisdom, like most of us, I now see the more problematic aspects to that dynamic.  (Though even then, I depicted it as several years post-school for Hermione.)  Now, I’d say it’s Lupin/Tonks.Neverwinter Nights 2: Casavir/OC (PC). My single foray into OC, though that’s really only because the game literally had you making a PC.   Apparently even then, I liked the idea of people with regrets finding their way to redemption.  And yes, apparently also establishing I like damaged self-loathing Dramatic characters.  ;)Avatar The Last Airbender: I only wrote a single genfic of Zuko joining the Gaang before s3 came out, but probably Zutara (Zuko/Katara).  Again, redemptive aspects and char growth, and seeing those two together in season 3 addressing their pain is something truly beautiful.  Though I also had a fondness for the concept of Zuko/Toph in the future as two children raised in the cage of privilege, with physical “defects” (Zuko’s huge facial scar, Toph’s blindness) who help heal each other.  Toph’s humor and refusal to indulge in self-pity would have been good for Zuko too.Pirates Of The Caribbean: Norribeth (James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann).  Will just felt tofu-boring to me, to be honest, and Norrington’s mingled honor and regret (ARE WE SENSING A THEME YET) felt a lot more interesting paired with the equally complicated char of Elizabeth.  I especially loved how underhanded and unapologetic and badass she could be, which are traits we usually celebrate in male chars but criticize in women.  Pirate queen indeed. Spartacus: Crixus/Naevia.  The seeming jerk jock who’s actually Stockholmed into normalizing his abuse and fearing losing what little power he has, who’s super soft for the woman he loves.  The woman who’ll defend him to the end, who becomes a total badass and is also allowed the full range of emotions from the trauma she suffers.  Spartacus did a great job examining power, abuse, hope, and survival.Hunger Games: Hayhanna (Haymitch Abernathy/Johanna Mason).  I wrote the book on this one.  (No, literally, I have written novel-length fic on these idiots, and feels like I was pretty much their only real enthusiastic shipper.)  I honestly found them, their damage, and their status as the “victor rejects” (the depressed sloppy drunk and the violent angry woman) to be far more interesting than the more conventionally popular chars.  They’ve bonded over being the unpretty, unpopular victors with nobody left, because their families were murdered due to their failure to behave.Timeless: Garcy (Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston)  Ah, one hot dumpster fire time bandit stricken with grief and his fierce awkward historian queen.  Two giddy dorks slowly healing each other while fighting via time machine to stop a bunch of alt-right fuckos from Making America Awful Forever.  The dynamic in the show that they were establishing in s2 was beautiful, with the slow growth of trust, friendship, and attraction, and the intriguing mystery of Garcia having a journal Lucy clearly wrote.  (Self-loathing, anxiety, journals, Dramatics…)Red Dead Redemption 2:  Sadithur (Arthur Morgan/Sadie Adler).  Ah, my two sad sweet awkward cowfolk, and my current fixation, as you all know. These two are definitely keeping with my love of Sad Dramatic Dudes and Brash Angry Women, but the way their chars are expressed, and the way they so openly subvert the expected gender emotion norms, is something truly special.  I love the beautiful friendship they have in-game, and the profound trust they have between them. Like you’re seeing in Sunrise, they’re deep, intimate friends who would happen to eventually become lovers, but they’ll always be friends first.    

[goshockyourself]

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The girl gave him a subtle glare, her eyebrow arched but she believed him enough to settle for waiting until later. Whatever it was must be pretty good if he was even going to make her wait, usually Sadie being able to get it out of him first. As intrigued as she was, she'd be patient until they were back with the final piece of their puzzle. "Fine, but you'll have to make it up to me," she responded giving him a smirk as she did. That could mean many things and she knew that he would follow, they always seemed to find something that worked for them both. Most of the time she was picky but when it came to Landon things came easier between them. He might be one of the only people who understood her to her core and accepted her for it all, even the things that most people would stray from. At the mention of Flynn, her attention shifted and she perked up looking over at him while he told his story. Of course, they both had similar taste in men which was another reason that their arrangement worked so well. "Is that so? He's not bad, right? Wouldn't kill him to get out every once in a while and get a little spice back in his life. I think we might be the perfect pair to help with that." Sadie's eyes matched his, giving him an agreement raise of her own brow, knowing they both could pick up on what the other was putting down. "I'll have to stop by for this week's match."

Landon probably shouldn’t have teased her with the promise of a story, only for it to be ripped away in a second. But, this one felt like something he had to drop in front of both her and Brandon. Despite the pull he felt toward Sadie, he never wanted to make their other third feel left behind. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait,” he promised, giving her hand a squeeze to show he meant it. There were no shortage of stories for those who worked at the casino, though, which at least left him with options. “Okay, I’ve got a good one. You know who I invited by the other night for poker? Your new friend, Rider,” Landon teased, partially extending the invite because he’d known that Sadie had kept him company the past weekend. It was almost a challenge, trying to see if he could get with the same people who she had. If they had kept her entertained, they had to be worth his time, too. “He’s a fun one. Cute, too. Good pick. I think he’s worth keeping around for my standing Friday night game, if you ever want to pop by and say hello,” Landon offered, raising a brow at her. 

[almarchive]

     hello, its nora bringing yet another problematic character. this is a spoiled daddy’s bitch, raised in a farmhouse in vermont, who’s never really had to work for anything in her life and doesn’t want to. studying class civ cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually hates fuckin latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus. was expelled from princeton in her first year so her parents basically paid her way into lockwood. loves the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks. has a twin brother called otto who is basically guy bellingfield from the riot club and tbh knowing my lack of self control i‘ll probs end up bringing him here too.

bio is below the cut, like this post to be bombarded with plotting messages x

it might be HER SOPHOMORE year but I still think ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM looks exactly like ALICE PAGANI and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 20 and studying CLASSICAL CIVILISATION while living in AUDAX here at Lockwood. The TAURUS can be rather TENACIOUS and MAGNETIC, but also kind of FANCIFUL and DOUBLE-CROSSING. Their most played song on Spotify was LAISSE TOMBER LES FILLES by FRANCE GALL, so I think that says a lot.

THE SHORT FORM.

—  born in vermont in a big old farmhouse. her great-great-grandfather moved to america as an immagrant and worked on a plantation, made his wa up cos he could speak a lot of languages and therefore win more people over. for the last two generations, putnam men have owned the farm and do little of the dirty work. big in the meat industry.

— both her parents had Large Personalities, so alma’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless” — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. frida prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. — just wants to be Loved By All. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she Should enjoy it. — tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

PLOTS.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with alma before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends –  probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries !

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst,

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

FULL BIOGRAPHY.

alma olive putnam.

intro.

            The girl is a knife. Razor-sharp, double-edged, the bright shine of a two-faced, lovely thing. Silver like the secrets you magpie thief from other heads. You’re a scavenger of knowledge, of tidbits, of gossip to lock away for later use and late-night re-inspection. A mind is like a clock if you get to learn the pieces. Bit by bit, you dismantle the inner workings of the brains that tick around you – how easy it is to change it’s path, how words and their meanings can make a person laugh or cry in an instant. To have the power to control that is to be a God. It’s the power trip you crave wielding pom-poms in your hands; a possessive need for control that a younger you, small and weak, never had as a child. Small lips, smaller smile, a doll clutched in your too-hungry fingers, hard enough to shatter the bones of a real infant. You cut your hair with your mother’s kitchen scissors before the autumn falls, rendering you out of season, unfit for the cold weather that beats against the nape of your neck, where a stick-and-poke marks the star you were born under ; the bull. “Mama, when will I be a Queen?” As soon as they find a crown small enough not to slip from your head.

biography.

            If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Hands red, stained by pomegranate seeds, the empty pulp of its shell splattered on your thighs you find yourself wondering – what would it be like to want? In the beginning, you never knew hunger. Twins, born under the same star, you first, him second -- a nuclear family. Never a sister to compete with, you were always the cherry pie of your parents’ hearts. Raven-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful baby of mine. The townhouse in Vermont and the summer house in Lyon, you wanted for nought, showered with attention, saddled with gifts - hardly a wonder you came to rely on such affection as a confirmation of your own worth.

            At eight years old you first met death, blood on a gingham-print dress, a smear of it over your cheekbone and the pulp of a mangled animal at your feet murdered by the hands of a stable boy. “Alma, my precious baby, you get away from that filth,” your Mama would cry from the upstairs balcony – cigar in one hand and a bloody Mary in the other – though whether the filth she referred to was the dead pig or the boy with a kernel of corn in his mouth, you never did find out.

            Your family earned their keeps in farming, great-grandfather Wolfgang Hildegarde a German immigrant, great-grandmother Maura Lisbon a prairie girl. They fell hopelessly in love between troughs and pig-shit, working for three dollars a day at a farm their descendants would later own, trade deals with the Indians, vacations to Calcutta, your father Todd Putnam in the kind of sheepskin coat his father’s father could only dream of owning. He worked hard so that you’d never have to. Your mama once asked – you heard it through the window, rounding cartwheels across the picket-fenced lawn – could he not find a respectable career rather than selling shrink-wrapped pork for a dime a dozen? That blood money had no business raising a child. You look far back enough, Edie, your father had said in his low, strong voice that could bring a Civil War to silence, and I think you’ll find that all money is blood money.

            Language was never fickle on your tongue, French dinner time talk by the time you were out of your Hush Puppy shoes, your mama fixing the au pair a smile as she fixed herself another martini. You learned the clarinet at four and how to dance with the grace of a swansong at six, ethereal under a spotlight, an audience captive in the palm of your hand. By eight you knew that you’d always been destined to be loved. Loved so hard they would want to taste you, bite into the soft plump of your cheek and eat you alive. That was how magnetic you wanted to feel. But mother hamsters eat their own young when penned in together too long, and soon you became too wild, too restless, another package on your father’s delivery invoice, box-shipped out to English boarding school.

            Fitting in had never been something you had to concern yourself with. You were always the shiny new toy the other girls wanted to play with, bright like a dropped coin from a magpie’s beak. Wherever you went, you seemed to leave a trail of awe, pig-tailed Harriet’s adoring you, imitating you, teachers forgiving your class-time chatter for the sake of your wild heart and the restless spirit you possessed. Tell us what it’s like in the States, Alma. They’d coo, enamoured by your Hollywood drawl. Does your father own a gun? You hardly knew. Barely even knew the colour of his hair, for the scarce amount of times he’d stoop to kiss your cheek, though you’d tell silver-tongued tales if it’d guaranteed you an audience. When you learned how to smile at the right times, and that flattery would get you everywhere, it soon became apparent that charm would pave the yellow brick road to success even when your lack of drive couldn’t.

            The road you followed – gum-snapping, roller-blading, friendship bands all up your arm – eventually led you to small-town fame. Bright-eyed and gingham skirted, you’d always known you were more. There was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. In leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you were Helen of Troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships. But there’s so much rage within you, collecting like sawdust in cavernous parts. Hockey helped. There was something grounding about the feeling of a stick clasped in your hands. Sweat. Stiff knuckles. Feet pounding the earth. The smash of wood against flesh in the scram of a game, passed off as mere enthusiasm. “Slipped, sorry.” Hockey is the one thing you had that was yours alone – a feral instinct that motivates you to play; something primitive within you that sparks an energy like no other. On the pitch, you feel alive.

[brittiism-blog]

@sadiepratt

Sadie leaned back against the bar, watching on as guys filled up the table around Britt. She’d only been gone for a minute, but she guessed at Siren’s, that was just enough time for a cute girl sitting alone to get snatched up. Britt’s voice rose above the others, though at the distance she was standing, she still couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was saying. One by one, the men at the table tipped back their drinks, some kind of competition by the looks of it. Danny appeared over her shoulder, voicing his opinion on the matter. The blond would win, he thought— he’d place money on it. “ Like hell he will, ” Sadie muttered before making a beeline for the table. Swiping the last guy’s drink before he had a chance, Sadie downed it, placing the glass back on the table in a show of overdramatics. “ Alright, this is our table, you can all fuck off. ”

Britt had only been alone for a moment, Sadie promising to go get them another round when she felt the first pair of eyes on her, their gaze leaving a trail of fire along her side as they looked her up and down. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered Britt, the blonde a regular customer at the Siren’s Song - used to getting checked out and often approached by men and women alike. But she also usually had Flynn behind the counter watching her or Dimitri swooping in when she started to catch too many eyes, or even Sadie beside her, hand coming to hold her’s and throw a death glare the other’s way. It wasn’t that Britt was uncomfortable with people finding her attractive - no, she was used to the constant compliments and the wandering eyes. It was when so many people paid attention to her that made her uncomfortable. As if sharks sensing blood in the water, a few men gathered around her table, asking how she was doing and would she like any company, beginning to squabble with each other over who was there first. Britt did the only thing she could think to do, short of getting up and leaving: stall them. 

Announcing that she would only talk to the one who could drink the most, Britt glanced over to the bar, hoping Flynn or Sadie would appear out of thin air and help her escape. What was taking so long? Even Danny would have been welcome to come over and shoo them all away, the blonde quickly feeling claustrophobic with the spotlight on her. One by one the men tipped their glasses back, each one taking larger and larger gulps than the other. And still, no one seemed to notice how uncomfortable Britt felt. Not until it was time for the last guy to drink his drink - a full pint glass that he seemed determined to drink all of, did Sadie show up again, taking the glass from his hands and downing it like it was nothing. You can all fuck off.  Britt had never felt quite so relieved, the blonde practically beaming at her best friend as the men filed away, grumbling to themselves that it wasn’t fair. A sense of relief washed over Britt, the blonde unsure what she was even doing, the girl leaning across the table as Sadie turned back to face her, her lips colliding with her’s before the redhead could open her mouth, kissing her.

[thenovl]

NOVL Excerpt: The Unlikelies

I spent two months assembling care packages for my friends. It was my way of thanking them for being awesome. Nobody had ever seen such a tight senior class, united by over a decade of friendship and compulsive thrill seeking, and a chemistry my own dysfunctional junior class would never have. The inseparable seniors were about to disband, bound for summer camp jobs and sports clinics and European vacations—and then college.

I wanted to do something special before they left.

The boxes, lined up in neat rows on my window seat, were all the same size and shape. I had scoured the shops and flea markets in town, adding online items that reflected the recipients and what they meant to me. The care packages cost me all my birthday money, but as I tucked in the notes, wrapped each small box with brown paper, and tied it with gold-flecked garden twine, it felt right.

I passed out the boxes at the Night of a Thousand Good-byes, held every year after all the graduation parties and drawn-out family dinners.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sadie,” Ellie said as we sat on the log and she took out the contents of the box: A snowflake-shaped cookie cutter to represent Ellie’s annual cookie exchange. An elephant figurine carved out of a giant nut to represent Ellie’s love of elephants. A miniature bobblehead of our assistant principal to represent her strange crush on Mr. Wilson. I had gotten a little obsessed with the custom bobblehead site.

“I will cherish these,” Ellie said, “like forever.” Ellie only had a few more hours of freedom before her family volunteer trip to Mongolia.

Parker was one of the only ones not leaving right away, but I gave her a care package anyway: A tiny plastic Wonder Woman figurine because Parker was the spitting image of Wonder Woman on Halloween. A box of Thin Mints, her favorite cookie since our Girl Scout days. A temporary tattoo collection to help her finally decide if she wanted a real one.

Parker hugged me so hard I thought I might bleed internally.

The care packages were a big hit. I even made Seth a care package, because he had been a damn good boyfriend while it lasted. I saved his for last, which was probably a mistake, because he was drunk by then and very handsy.

“Sadie Cakes, come here,” he said, pulling me toward him and leaning down to kiss me. Our original breakup had happened via text during spring break, in the middle of his trip to Cabo. We had mutually decided it was impossible to sustain a relationship when he would be spending the summer at his dad’s in Israel, then going to college in North Carolina. But mutual and amicable didn’t mean fast or easy. It was easier to hook up than not hook up. It was easier to go to a movie with Seth than stay home and watch HGTV with Mom. It was easier to go to senior prom together than to mess up the whole plan.

The first breakup never sticks anyway, so it was good we’d started in March.

“Stop, we’re broken up,” I said unconvincingly. “Here, I made you a care package.”

“Aww. You’re the best ex-girlfriend ever.” He laid his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t move away, but I didn’t move any closer to Seth’s lips either.

I was going to miss Seth and all our history and our chair, the chair we sat in at every Shawn Flynn party, the chair in the middle of it all. And I would miss the bonfires and the football games and the movie nights in Seth’s basement. But I had to stay strong.

Seth tore open his box. He took out each item and studied it. A bobblehead of my deceased cat, Lucy, Seth’s favorite pet. A bag of hand-cut potato chips, Seth’s favorite snack. And a printout of the first text Seth ever sent me, Do you like sushi? rolled up in a tiny scroll.

He was quiet.

I hadn’t wanted to get too sentimental. As much as I had loved being Seth’s girlfriend, we both knew there wasn’t enough between us to transcend time and space.

“You suck,” he said, rubbing his eyes. I hadn’t planned to make him cry.

I left him standing there, holding the care package. One last hookup wouldn’t be good for either one of us.

Between the care package distributions and handing out Woody’s Ice Cream hats to everybody, compliments of Dad, who always gave out hats to his graduating customers, I barely talked to Shay. When it was time to go, I pried the fine-tipped Sharpie out of her yearbook-signing hand and waited on the edge of the sob-fest for her drawn-out good-byes. 

Shay and I took one last best-friend drive home in Mom’s Prius, which I had basically taken over, forcing Mom to use Grandma Hosseini’s Buick. Shay had to leave for California the next morning to teach at a tennis camp before starting college at Pepperdine. I dug into a bag of tortilla chips and listened to Shay go over her packing checklist one more time.

“Should I just wait until I get there and see what shoes California people are wearing?”

“Yes. It’s humanly impossible to fit another pair of shoes into that suitcase.” Shay turned to me. “Is this happening?” she said. “Because it feels like a normal night.”

“It is a normal night.” I reached over and squeezed her hand.

Shay was a steaming hotbed of emotion. If she started reminiscing about all the things we’d been through together and how awesome our friendship was, she would blow. I wanted her to remember her graduation night as fun and happy.

We pulled into Shay’s driveway and I turned off the car.

“I have a little something for you,” I said, reaching behind the seat.

“A Sadie care package?”

I grabbed my last Woody hat and set it on her head. Shay adjusted it and said, “I’m going to miss him. If it weren’t for the Woodster, there’d be no Shay and Sadie. Isn’t that crazy to think about?” 

When I’d met Shay we had just moved to the East End from Queens and Dad wanted to take me out on the maiden voyage of Woody’s Ice Cream truck. Shay chased us down the street barefoot and, after ordering her Nutty Buddy, promptly invited me to the birthday party she was having that afternoon.

“Should I open it now or wait?” Shay said, taking the care package.

“Open it now.”

She carefully untied the gold-flecked twine and pulled off the paper and the box lid, revealing:

A tin of peppermint drops in honor of the fourteen-act play we’d written, acted, and directed called Peppermint Drop City: The Fairies Take Over.

A berry fusion lip tint and a berry nice lip shimmer (because I always stole hers).

A purple condom (because…college).

A framed photo of Shay and me taken the day we met, when I actually showed up at her tenth birthday party that afternoon.

Twin bobbleheads of Shay and me holding hands. (I had treated myself to a matching set of Bobblehead Shay with the long blond hair and bulging blue eyes and Bobblehead Sadie with the thick wavy black hair and the sharp nose).

“Wow, my bobblehead has a huge rack,” Shay said, running her fingers over the bobblehead’s plastic chest.

“I thought you’d appreciate that.”

“There’s nothing I can say to do justice to this care package, so I’m just going to hug you,” Shay said, leaning over to pull me in. I hugged my best friend and pressed my face into her wild blond mermaid hair. She smelled of the lavender essential oil she rubbed on her temples when she was stressed.

We let go at the same time and said what we said on any normal night.

“Later, Shay-Shay.”

“Later, Sader.”

The next morning I woke at six, still on school time, and reached for my phone to text Shay. It took me a few seconds to remember it was over, that she was probably already on her way to the airport.

I hugged Flopper, my stuffed harp seal, and tried to go back to sleep, but Mom’s kitchen clanging and television sounds put an end to that.

“What are you doing up?” Mom looked up from her perch at the kitchen island, where she sat sipping tea and reading the headlines as the Hamptons forecast blared from the TV above the sink.

“My brain thinks it’s a school day.” I foraged through the fridge. “Can you make pancakes?”

“Chocolate chip?”

I nodded, then sat at the counter, hands folded, waiting for my pancakes.

“What’s on the agenda?” Mom asked, setting a glass of milk in front of me. I stared up at her and then reality set in.

“I have no idea.”

Thanks for reading this sneak peek into Carrie Firestone’s hilarious irreverent and unflinchingly honest new novel about how one good deed could change everything. Learn more about The Unlikelies here >>

[queen-of-the-nerdlords]

Examples of Media With Healthy and Loving Romantic (?) Relationships:

Good Omens (TV Series) [Aziraphale/Crowley, Adam’s Parents]

Adventure Time [Princess Bubblegum/Marceline, Jake’s Parents, Simon/Betty]

Wall-E [EVE/Wall-E]

The Princess and the Frog [Tiana/Naveen]

Kubo and the Two Strings [Monkey/Beetle]

Tangled [Rapunzel/Flynn]

Hidden Figures [Dorothy/Jim]

The Prince of Egypt (1998) [Tzipporah/Moses]

Avatar: The Last Airbender (TV Series) [Aang/Katara, Sokka/Suki, Married Couple on the Bridge, Oma/Shu]

Jumanji [Alan/Sarah]

Deadpool/Deadpool 2 [Wade/Vanessa]

Yuri!! On Ice [Yuuri/Victor]

Shrek/Shrek 2/Shrek 3/Shrek the Musical [Shrek/Fiona, Donkey/Dragon]

The Shape of Water [The Asset/Elisa]

Steven Universe (TV Show) [Sapphire/Ruby, Greg/Rose, Fluorite, Sadie/Shep]

The Space Between Us (Movie) [Gardner/Tulsa, Mystery Pairing]

Wonder Woman (2017) [Diana/Steve]

Love, Simon [Simon/Mystery Crush, Simon’s Parents]

Wolf Children Ame and Yuki [Hana/Wolf Man]

The Adventure Zone (Podcast/Comics) [Taako/Kravitz, Lup/Barry, Hurley/Sloane, Magnus/Julia, Duck/Minerva, Aubrey/Dani]

Eggnoid (Webcomic) [Kirana/Eggy]

Lilo & Stitch [Nani/David]

Butterfly Soup (Visual Novel) [Min-seo/Diya, Noelle/Akarsha]

The Arcana [Any Upright Ending]

Aggressive Retsuko [Most Canon Pairings]

Undertale [Undyne/Alphys, Royal Guard 001/Royal Guard 002]

Phineas and Ferb [Most Canon Pairings]

Bastard (Webcomic) [Kyun/Jin]

Ponyo [Fujimoto/Water Goddess, Ponyo/Sosuke]

The Addams Family (All) [Gomez/Morticia]

The Monster Duchess and the Contract Princess (Webtoon) [Aleca/Sairaine]

DRAMAtical Murder (Good Ends) [Clear/Aoba, Aoba/Ren]

Fullmetal Alchemist [Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia]

Team Fortress 2 (Comics) [Soldier/Zhanna]

Castle Swimmer (Webtoon) [Siren/Kappa]

Bob’s Burgers [Linda/Bob, Multiple Others]

Forest of Drizzling Rain (Video Game) [Shiori/Suga]

The Gray Garden (Video Game) [Etihw/Kcalb]

Fiance’s Observation Log of the Self-Proclaimed Villainess (Manga) [Cecil/Bertia, Bertia’s Parents, Cecil’s Parents, Multiple Others]

Ascendance of a Bookworm [Myne/Lutz, Multiple]

Empress of Another World (Webtoon) [Sabina/Lucretius]

I am literally begging, BEGGING modern media to portray healthy relationships. enough cheating. enough infidelity. enough disrespect. show me people who love each other, proper communication, and a strong mental as well as physical connection. I want plots about people who are madly in love with each other and STAY madly in love with each other. please. I am losing my mind.

[gencottraux]

There is a real cat credited as a writer of murder mysteries–Sneaky Pie Brown, who pens the Mrs. Murphy mysteries with her human, Rita Mae Brown. Mrs. Murphy is a crime-solving cat who works with a Corgi partner, in case you thought she was a human Miss Marple type.

Sneaky Pie Brown with Rita Mae Brown.

I think cats would make natural murder mystery writers. There always seems to be an implied “I could kill you but I won’t” message underlying the looks many cats give us humans, and sometimes dogs, and sometimes other cats.

You know this cat is not thinking good thoughts about you.

There is a book about this, How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You.

  Maybe that’s what started me on playing the game, what author would that animal be? Or maybe it was that time I went to a reading and book signing by the author T. C. Boyle and thought he looked like a Borzoi. It turns out that Boyle, author of one of my favorite books, The Tortilla Curtain, is actually partial to the dreadlocked Puli, which is pretty cool.

  Puli dogs

  I’ve only done this with dogs and cats so far, but I am sure you can play it with any type of animal if you can match up their personality, looks, and likely literary style with a human author.

My own companion animals were pretty easy to match up.

Sara, my 19-year old brown tabby cat, would clearly be one of the classic older ladies of the English murder mystery genre. Perhaps Agatha Christie, but I think really of a writer who had a bit more edge, like Ruth Rendell. Much darker things happen in Rendell’s books than Christie’s, and even thought Sara is an affectionate cat, she is a cat, and was also quite a hunter in her day.

Dame Agatha Christie, creator of the aforementioned Miss Marple.

Dame Ruth Rendell, author of dark mysteries under her own name, and psychological thrillers under the name Barbara Vine.

Misty, our 6-year old Turkish Angora who was rescued from kitty death row, where she was placed for having a personality disorder that made her “unadoptable”, would be a perfect Gillian Flynn,  author of the disturbing books Gone Girl, Dark Places, and Sharp Objects. Misty is beautiful, but beware what lurks in that brain. I call her the Ferocious Beauty for good reason!

Scary, each and every one of them.

Marble, the new kid on the block, is hip and eccentric and a little wild, so I am picking Dave Eggers for him. Maybe Eggers, perhaps best known for A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, is a dog guy. I don’t know, but Marble would be a good hipster author who can be funny and profound and will always do things a little differently. And sometimes follows you around like a dog.

And then there is Einstein. Einstein is not named for his staggering genius, but for his unruly fur. I think he should be a humorist, and I know Dave Barry likes dogs because he has written about them frequently. And his bangs hang in his face, like Einstein’s.

Of course, I have to delve into memories of pets past as well. Our dearly beloved Ben, the classic orange tabby with a heart of gold, would be Calvin Trillin, winner of the 2013 Thurber Prize for American Humor. He’s a classic himself.

Then there is the dynamic dog duo, Bingo and Sadie. Bingo was a ham, always taking credit for Sadie’s work. She was a lovable free-spirit.  If we took them to the beach and threw sticks in the water, Sadie would swim out to retrieve them, but as soon as she got to shore, Bingo would grab them from her and run over all proud for having supposedly retrieved them himself. Obviously, to me, they are F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.

Bingo, left, with Sadie.

F. Scott with Zelda.

I can go on like this for hours. Now I’ve started matching up animals at the shelter with their literary doppelgängers.

When I first saw Mordecai the mastiff, his stateliness made me think of Charles Dickens, the venerable author of so many icons of English literature. But I have revised my opinion lately to thinking he is really John Steinbeck, the venerable author of so many icons of American literature. Steinbeck, by the way, wrote a lovely book about his Standard Poodle Charley.

Dickens

Mordecai

When I saw scrappy little dachshund mix Facebook, I immediately thought of Alexander McCall Smith, prolific author of the series The Number One Ladies Detective Agency, The Sunday Philosophy Club, Portuguese Irregular Verbs, and Scotland Street. He has an infectious personality and his books are light and fun.

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  I picked David Foster Wallace for Joey, mostly because for some reason he just looks like he’d write some of my favorite essays like Consider the Lobster and A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. Joey will not follow in DFW’s footsteps in terms of early, self-inflicted death. Joey will live to be a grumpy old man cat with a sense of humor.

Joey

      I’ll just do one more. Like I said, I could do this for hours. I read a lot, and I see a lot of animals in the course of my day.

Another of my favorite writers is Anne Tyler. I don’t know why it took me a little while to realize she would be my recent foster cat Merida. There is a sweetness to Tyler’s books, along with a faint melancholy, and always a theme of family and relationships. Merida is a sweetheart, had a rough start in life, is looking for her forever family, and could easily be the central character in a Tyler book if Tyler wrote books about cats.

Maybe some day I’ll actually write and publish a book. I hope so. I have a great author photo ready to go–I look serious and moody.

And then maybe someone will pair me up with my animal doppelgänger. I’m hoping for a sleek, dignified beauty, like an Irish Setter.

But I won’t be surprised if it is a roly poly kitten, either.

Meow!

Literary Pets (Cats Who Write Murder Mysteries) There is a real cat credited as a writer of murder mysteries--Sneaky Pie Brown, who pens the Mrs.

[gotatext]

hullo, i’m nora ( gmt, she/her) i like gillian flynn, greek myth & dangerous women. look below this cut to find out some stuff about my interpretation of emmeline n how i will be playin this character. i’m sure i’ll make a pinterest for her soon because i have no self control x

this bitch was raised in the irish highlands. she was raised by roman catholic pureblood parents. her mother was a folk musician and her father was a quidditch commentator. both her parents had Large Personalities, so emmeline’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years.

learned to ride a broom as a tiny smol child. her father, a fierce supporter of puddlemere united, was always trying to encourage her to ride her broom. she broke several bones as a child, but nothing a bit of skelegrow can’t fix, eh? her childhood was very ‘rough and tumble’. she grew up in a cottage on a farm -- her parents didn’t own the farm land, just the cottage, but they occasionally helped the farmers out. during the summer holidays from her catholic prep school, emmy worked as a waitress in the farm’s cafe.

studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witch who invented a cure for dragonpox or somethin. 

isn’t a foward-planner, however. emmeline prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a chaser for ravenclaw. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle -- wine or whiskey -- she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. she takes hallucinogenics -- mostly shrooms or LCD -- to increase her creativity when creating new potions. she smokes weed to help with divination and takes coke to increase her mobility and reflexes for DADA.

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

her clothing style is like.... vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like.... wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class.

humanities and literature student. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan.  judgemental but takes great care not to appear so.  just wants to be Loved By All.

 tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen.

 act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity 

relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art.

i cant think of anythin else right now which  is probs a good thing bc this is already too long, yikes, but yeah !! here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest: 

 study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with emmy before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

cousins . second cousins / extended family / family freinds -- is a pureblood so has been to lots of wizarding family events and sacred 28 stuff even tho her fam aren’t in the sacred 28, probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who are also confused about alliances. right now, she’s kinda neutral, frequently pretends to be fully in it for 3rd echelon, but actually tryin to be impartial, staying out of the drama, weighing up her options, and feels guilty for it, n i think if someone figures out her game (either because they are in the same boat, or they are a death eater junior and think she could be persuaded to their side) it would make things mighty busy in her head

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by quidditch rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek !

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with, probably alice and co, at parties, people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse, people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst, people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

thats all for now folks jeez louise thanks for stickin with me

[darley1101]

I shouldn’t but...I am. They work great for combining with other requests.

Pairings:

OH: Bryce x Aniston, Ethan x Loren

TE: Beckett x Tatiana

TF: Chris x Aria, Zig x Emily

Platinum: Raleigh x Ashley, Avery x Maxwell (TRR cross over, full story coming soon)

BP: Reed x Sadie/MC

BSC: Sawyer x Morgan

RCD: Matt x Ashton

TRR: Liam x Karin, Drake x Olivia, Maxwell x Riley OR Avery

ILB: Parker x Katarina

BB: Adrian x Annabel, Kamillah x Lily

SK: Nate x Lennon

LH: Mark x Jenny

NB: Nik x Lianna

VoS: Flynn x Lucy

RoD: Logan x Aly

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Traveling long distances just to see them.

Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

Listening to them while they vent.

Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

Tracing your names together in the sand.

Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

Helping brush their hair after a shower.

Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

Standing between them and a busy road.

Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

[darley1101]

Only 2 requests per person please ❤️ Preferred romantic pairings listed below OR any friend combo:

TF: Chris x Aria, Zig x Emily

BP: Reed x Sadie

MOTY: Thomas x Noelle

SK: Nate x Lennon

RoD: Logan x Aly

ILB: Parker x Katarina

PM: Damien x Ava

TRR: Liam x Karin, Maxwell x Riley, or Drake x Olivia or Lily , Hana x Phoebe

Platinum: Raleigh x Ashley

BSC: Sawyer x Morgan

VoS: Flynn x Lucy

OH: Bryce x Aniston, Ethan x Loren

BB: Adrian x Annabel, Lily x Kamillah

NB: Nik x Lianna

October Create Challenge

Hello! We are so excited to announce that we are hosting a creative challenge for October this year! We have picked 4 themes that will run throughout the month with individual prompts for each day (for example: October 12th would be Friendship/Appreciation).

Housekeeping:

- Please tag your work using the hashtag #choices October challenge as well as tagging which prompt you are using, and also tag @playchoicesficidea

- This challenge is for all creators whether that be fan fiction, fanart, edits, playlists, etc.

- Tag your work appropriately for TW and NSFW content. This will help us out a lot when reblogging and creating the masterlist

💕Reblogged and spread the word! Tag any mutuals that you think would be interested in participating, the more the marrier.💕

Week #1 ❤️ Romance ❤️

1.) Love

2.) Trust

3.) Kiss

4.) Temptation

5.) Passion

6.) Consume

7.) Vulnerability

8.) Listen

Week #2 🤝Friendship🤝

9.) Strength

10.) Courage

11.) Joy

12.) Appreciate

13.) Forgive

14.) Wisdom

15.) Adventure

Week #3 😂Comedy😂

16.) Tattoo

17.) Hangover

18.) Pineapple

19.) Snacks

20.) Awkward

21.) Shoes

22.) Fire

23.) Unicorn

Week #4 🎃 Halloween 🎃

24.) Spooky

25.) Pumpkin

26.) Trick

27.) Candy

28.) Costume

29.) Party

30.) Ghost

31.) Haunted House

[soulcheri]

God, he was so insufferable. Sadie couldn't get past the cheesiness of it all. She told Wyatt to make a good impression and basically play nice, not lay it on so thick that her Mama got attached to him.

It was too late, though. The damage was already done and by the end of dinner, Natalie Carver had clung to every last, sickly sweet word of gratitude and praise that left Wyatt's mouth. She couldn't get enough of Sadie's new beau. And neither could Sadie's sisters. They both thought Wyatt was so dreamy. At one point, when Sadie got up to retrieve another bottle of wine for the table, she overheard Paisley talking about Wyatt's bright blue eyes and sinful smile. To her younger sisters, he was the equivalent of an Abercrombie catalogue model. All chivalrous and handsome, and fit. How they knew he had a six pack under his button down shirt was beyond her.

"Can you believe this?" Sadie whined to her older brother, as Natalie and Paisley grilled Wyatt more about his life. "Where are you from, Wyatt?" Mrs. Carver asked. While Paisley tacked on, "and do you have any brothers? Say... my age?" She was only curious on the off chance her and her boyfriend of four years didn't work out.

"Now, do you see why I don't bring any guys home? EVER? It's because of this right here--" she pointed to her worst nightmare unfolding in their living room. Indicating their mom's embarrassing questions, and Paisley's overzealous drooling.

Her family wasn't the only reason Sadie never brought any guy home. There was more to it than that. And only her and Flynn knew why. When Sadie was still in first year of college, she got herself into a little bit of a pickle. During winter break, the first boyfriend she ever truly had, got her pregnant. By this time, Flynn was happily married with Sam and Liam was about to turn four. Her brother was the only person she'd ever told about her failed pregnancy. She knew her parents wouldn't approve because she hadn't done things the traditional way. It's another reason she never told them.

In the end, Flynn helped her out, paid for her hospital bills and the extra therapy afterward. He was basically there for her whenever she needed him. For that, Sadie was always grateful to him for that and the two grew very close. So close, that when Flynn called her and needed advice on fixing his own marriage - she was there at the drop of a hat. "By the way, I noticed Sam isn't with you tonight. How's that whole thing going? Did you talk to her about the marriage counseling yet? You really need to call her and make an appointment, Flynn. She books up really fast."

"I would love to see you chuck me off these steps." Growing up with four brothers, wrestling was a big event in their house. They would all gather around and wach it together and then mimic the moves on each other when their parents weren't looking. Wyatt's first crush was WWF superstar Trish Stratus. So the idea of Sadie having enough strength to pick him up and throw him across the room was weirdly erotic.

"Hi," Wyatt was quick to straighten his back and greet the man at the door with the same amount of respect he would offer Sadie's prestigious father. "Wyatt Bateman. The dashing boyfriend I'm sure you heard all about." He smirks but considering the butler's reaction, he has no idea who he is. As Stephanie Tanner would say - How rude! "Was that the butler? I could tell by the white gloves but he didn't say hi to me. You pay him to be nice, right? You should fire him." Wyatt remains a thorn in her side all the way through the foyer to the dining hall where the rest of her family awaits.

"Mama." He repeated under his breath with quiet laughter. Oh, boy. Her mama is kind of smoking. Kind of bussing bussing as they say on TikTok. Sheeeeesh. "Hi, Mama. I've heard so much about you." He lies, going in for a hug after Sadie introduces him to her and then in bulk to the rest of her family. "You guys..." he feigns a look of sensitivity as if he's touched to finally meet everyone, "This is just, wow, everyone is exactly how Sadie described them to be. A strong man of the house. A beautiful nurturing mother. And a litter of competitive siblings rivaling for the top. Thanks for having me." Wyatt turns to Sadie now. His Ryan Reynolds charm is the exact thing she had in mind, no?