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[papaflynn]

TASK 002 — Happy Holidays, everybody!

Does your character celebrate Christmas?

Yes, very much so. Callum is big into Christmas and always has been since he was young.

If yes, how do they celebrate? Are they super pro Christmas, or a grinch?

Super pro Christmas. They decorate the small apartment in late November, and then, in December, there is a Christmas-themed movie every night with his daughter (Avie). Christmas Eve is a family night. He will spend the day cooking, and they will put on matching pyjamas, watch more movies and shows, then eat lots of Christmas treats. Avie gets to pick and open one present, and then they put out milk and cookies for Santa and Reindeer treats before they go to bed. Avie likes to sleep with her Dad on Christmas Eve, and he will read her different books until she falls asleep. When she's sound asleep, he will go out and fix all the presents for her, eat the cookies and drink the milk, then climb back into bed. A very tired Callum is woken up VERY EARLY, like 5am, and he shuffles out to watch Avie excitedly open presents. He would usually FaceTime his mom around this time, and they all share in the moment.

What do they eat on Christmas?

Christmas dinner is turkey, stuffing, ham, roast potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and sprouts with lots of gravy. Callum likes cranberry sauce, too. They like cake and custard for their Christmas dessert. Outside of that? Lots of chocolate and snacks. Callum has some wine, and Avie has some grape juice or other fancy juices that are her kid's wine.

What their favourite traditions?

Before they settle down for their Christmas Eve night, they carol sing door to door in the apartment complex to raise money for a local shelter, then donate it and help out for an hour at the shelter. That's Callum's favourite tradition, as he loves to share those moments with Avie and friends but also help others. Avie's favourite tradition is chocolate for breakfast (only on Christmas...and maybe Easter), and calling her Granny Flynn back in Ireland as she opens her presents.

What do they love most about Christmas?

Time off with Avie, making memories, and seeing her happy little face.

What’s the best Christmas present they’ve ever gotten?

For Callum, it was his first guitar when he was 9.

What was their favourite Christmas?

The second Christmas with Avie. The first Christmas had been hard as he came to terms with Hayley leaving them; he was sad and heartbroken. However, the following year, he vowed to make those traditions and moments with his daughter, and he's never been happier since.

Have their Christmas traditions changed since they were a child?

There is much more American influence and culture in his Christmasses with a young daughter growing up in the US. Callum keeps some Irish traditions going with movies, food, and treats, but overall elements have changed. The holiday is much smaller as he doesn't have all of his family, but Callum likes to invite friends around on Christmas day, as he loves a big, happy, laughing home on Christmas.

What’s the Christmas wish this year?

That Avie's troubles ease up. She's been having a tough year since the storm and feels her mother's absence more than ever. Callum hopes that sadness lifts from her and that with the new puppy (he bought her for her birthday) and time off with the family she does have, she will feel better. He wouldn't mind a Christmas kiss from a particular woman friend, but he's not expecting anything. They're just friends having some fun...

What’s their Christmas like? Do they dress fancy or in pyjamas? Presents before or after breakfast, presents on Christmas Eve? What’s their typical Christmas day?

Christmas Eve is pyjamas, and Christmas Day is cheesy jumpers. Presents early on Christmas morning before breakfast. After that, Avie naps on the sofa, watching cartoons, as Callum tidies up and preps dinner. He will invite friends over and then help Avie get ready. They will both be in cheesy Christmas jumpers, and when friends turn up, he will dish out dinner. There will be crackers, and they will all wear silly paper hats. After dinner, there's dessert, and theeeeen its party games/board games with Christmas music.

Anything else?

Here's some gifs from NP that give the vibe:

[kretina]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝔭𝔬𝔳.

local: chalé de éris.

trigger warning: o texto abaixo contém menção a suicídio.

raiva. dor. solidão. incerteza. foram as palavras que katrina escreveu na folha de louro, sentimentos que lhe atingiram durante aquela missão. não havia sido a primeira, tinha o sentimento de que a segunda deveria ser maior, melhor, inesquecível. o isqueiro que detinha no bolso fora aceso, queimando aos poucos a folha e por fim, antes que houvessem apenas cinzas, o chalé de éris se transformou, a mente mergulhando no passado. 

estavam cansados, katrina e outros três semideuses inertes em fome, sede enquanto caminhavam pelas ruas de new orleans; tinham na mochila um artefato importante, que havia sido recuperado e deveria ser entregue a quíron. a missão até então, eles consideravam um sucesso, haviam encontrado monstros, mas nada que os tirassem do foco. katrina estava contente consigo mesma, havia controlado seu ímpeto de estragar tudo e seguiam em harmonia. contudo, o cansaço estava falando mais alto, os fazendo entrar em um bar com estrutura formosa, chamava atenção pela sua beleza, pela música agradável e pelas pessoas, que pareciam alegres. ela não havia prestado atenção no nome do lugar, mas o cheiro que atingia a todos era de torta de carne recém assada, refrigerante e batata frita. não hesitaram em entrar, mesmo que um frio os atingissem na espinha, mesmo que em letras garrafais estivesse escrito PERIGO sobre suas cabeças. 

o pedido fora feito, enquanto comiam, o artefato mágico na mochila fora esquecido. pareceram minutos enquanto deleitavam-se, matavam a fome mas horas se passaram até que algo aconteceu. um dos semideuses levantou-se, chorava enquanto dizia que a pessoa ao seu lado era mais bonita que ele; do centro do bar, um outro ergueu-se afogando-se em comida, vomitando e bebendo do próprio vômito, cheio demais para que continuasse, sedento para que parasse; além dela, havia outro semideus em nudez, agarrando-se com outras três pessoas. os sete pecados capitais rondavam aquele lugar, a névoa havia abaixado e dava para perceber as pessoas que haviam sucumbido ali antes deles. para katrina, estava reservada a ira. 

esta aproximou-se com cautela, uma dor de cabeça, um aperto no peito; imagens da família a abandonando, o sofrimento de saber que ninguém a amava, foi o bastante para que começasse a bater a própria cabeça no balcão, para que copos e pratos fossem arremessados, cadeiras sendo quebradas; e antes que alcançasse uma faca para cortar-lhe os pulsos (já que a ira era muito sobre sua incapacidade de ser amada), a mente tornou-se calma, a voz de éris a guiando para a verdade, que ela nunca estivera sozinha, nem mesmo nas ruas quando passava fome e sede. e ali, conseguiu desligar-se do transe, trazendo consigo, todos os outros três semideuses para o acampamento.

ainda no chalé, katrina chorou; baixo para que ninguém a ouvisse, porque era mentira. éris nunca havia falado consigo, o que a ajudou a sair do transe foram os próprios poderes; tinha mais ódio do que o bar comandado por um espírito antigo esperava. katrina gritou a plenos pulmões, ódio lhe escorrendo pelas pontas dos dedos, pela respiração cortando a ligação mágica, a deixando sobre os pecados. mas com aquela onda de poder, o âmbito se transformou em um antro de carnificina; corpos eram dilacerados, mordidos, o ódio que a pertencia tocando a todos os presentes, os envolvendo em loucura. com exceção de katrina, todos foram machucados, machucaram uns aos outros e naquela noite, ela deixou que sua equipe fosse reduzida a dois membros: ela e um outro semideus. por fim, katrina sabia que jamais se recuperaria daquele dia e agora, tinha uma conta de argila com um símbolo de uma mão em punho quebrada, a lembrando daqueles que havia confiado nela e morrido esperando.

@silencehq

[theonxepialos]

the fallen heir.

[myristca]

task 002 - oblitus residence

the house becca lives in is by no means a replacement for her family home, but it's livable. the kitchen would be enough for her to make a meal in, but the appliances are dingy and unreliable. it took a while for her to not hate the butter yellow wallpaper and avocado green linoleum floor. a round dining table is in another corner with three chairs tucked against the wall and a spare coat hangs on the fourth. in a terrible habit, her clean laundry is folded here and left in the open for an embarrassingly long mount of time. anything used on a daily basis is left here too, making the table an odd reflection of her 'collected, yet cluttered' mental state. the living room furniture is mismatched in a way that shows someone tried to make it look nice with what was available. the couch and armchair are both blue and sagging, well used and arranged around a fireplace. she likes to sleep in the chair on cold nights. last, but surely a previous occupant's source of pride, a scuffed and dusty cabinet filled with little paintings, trinkets, sculptures, and a complete eight setting bone china set with matching silverware. it always makes her wonder which things were brought and which already there. each room has a standard bed, except for the king her ex insisted on having and no, he didn't get to take it with him, along with a dresser and nightstand set. threadbare throw rugs try to add color against the greying hardwood floors and scratched walls. others have left behind various pieces; an alarm clock, flower vases, wooden carvings, etc. becca's favorite is the dreamcatcher hanging in a grimy window that reminds her of the one her younger son had made during a summer camp when he was a kid. she actually likes the bathroom, especially since the hot water works- somehow. the tiles don't get too cold and the ventilation fan works without rattling. the window had even been painted in a whitewash to give a clouded effect. it feels like the safest room in the house. sometimes, on the worst nights, she'll drink a little more and waste a little battery power to play music from an old cassette walkman, and let herself sing through the house like she's in a karaoke bar again. if it weren't for a solar charger packed into her camping supplies years ago, she isn't sure she would have made it this far. there is a door that connects the garage to the house that has been boarded closed. there was a minor incident in her first year when the monsters were able to slip inside and came much closer than becca was comfortable with. afterward, it was a project to organize the space and distribute some things to where they would be more useful, while most of it was left inside. her garage is free for anyone to rummage through for supplies or tools, though she's not entirely sure what's left anymore. any time becca brings a new item inside, it doesn't come without a measure of guilt for becoming complacent and comfortable. but happiness is traded from the dead to the living and who was she to deny a gift like that? ( pinterest )

[ftgrace]

CLOSED STARTER for @theobailey !! WHERE: cantwell country club, weissberg firm charity luncheon (task 004)

She had to admit Saul's event planning skills were top-notch. The luncheon seemed to be going off without a hitch, and with the drinks flowing, Grace could imagine attendees were being more than agreeable and donating even a little more towards their shared cause. Grace had already partaken in two glasses of wine so to counterbalance the effects of her drink, she thought it best to eat something to help absorb what she was consuming. The buffet spread was truly a delightful sight, and Grace spotted Theo Bailey standing near the lavish display, seemingly deep in thought. Grace approached with a warm smile. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite conversationalist from the Chambers Museum!" she said as she stepped into place beside him. "How fortuitous to find you here. I must say, the buffet looks spectacular. Have you sampled anything yet or are you too engrossed in contemplating the mysteries of the universe?" she joked, although she was genuinely curious as to what could be causing his very thoughtful expression.

[shieldxofelliot]

TASK 002 - *MAKES WHALE NOISES*

In this interview, you’ll notice Dylan O’Brien’s voice typically stays in a normal tone, but it lifts slightly when he’s showing affection or excitement. When something amuses him, his voice softens, and you can hear the warmth in his laughter—light-hearted and genuine. I can easily imagine Elliot talking to others on the island with that same playful, inviting tone. Around 0:18 into the video, you can really see this as he starts joking around, his laugh coming through with a sense of ease and charm. It feels like he brings that warmth into every interaction.

(spoilers if you haven't seen mazerunner).

In this clip, Thomas often conveys a mix of caution, determination, and vulnerability through his body language. Elliot tends to have a tense posture, with his shoulders slightly hunched when he's unsure or in stressful situations, signaling defensiveness or uncertainty. His stance is open, though, when he is engaging with others, showing that he's willing to trust or let them in despite his apprehension. When thinking deeply or trying to solve problems, Elliot often has furrowed brows and an intense gaze, showing his focus and inner turmoil. His movements are deliberate, often shifting between cautious and bold, depending on the urgency of the situation.

He can also be a bit a of a goofball as well.

Elliot's humor shines through his animated body language. He uses exaggerated hand gestures and playful physical antics. His facial expressions are wide-ranging, often featuring goofy grins or exaggerated shock. By standing close to his friends and leaning in when sharing jokes, he fosters a sense of camaraderie, making his humor feel relatable and engaging.

[zakariaxwolfe]

Task 002 || Social Hour

Zakaria Wolfe's Instagram

Captions

put them up

baking day with soph

getting them nails did

hi

a good night

a nice afternoon for a ride

a ride with @jasonmacavoy

throw back to sophs first ride

should i bleach my hair?

[limalatina]

santana's insta stories ; saturday, january 28th.

[masespace]

mason mccarthy + new beginnings

[ listen here ]

[jessetm]

▶ glee club task: week two: "new beginnings"

[papaflynn]

›    CALLUM FLYNN  for the BRIAR RIDGE SUMMER MUSIC FESTIVAL

[jacklynchh]

TASK 002 — SUMMER LOOKBOOK.

[tinatm]

#moodboardmonday ▶ “new beginnings”

[barebones-hq]

TASK 002: TERCEIRO DIA DE FESTIVAL — Parte I

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ― Neil Gaiman, Coraline.

O mundo bruxo entende os fantasmas como espíritos de pessoas que tiveram medo da morte ou que criaram uma conexão profunda com o lugares que assombram, ficando presas nessa janela entre a vida e a morte pelo resto de sua existência. Acredita-se que trouxas não podem virar fantasmas, mas alguns possuem o dom de visualizá-los, embora de maneira não tão nítida quanto os bruxos: ora como vultos, ora como espectros de luz.

Mas a verdade é que, mesmo no mundo mágico, ninguém sabe exatamente o que acontece depois da morte. Mesmo para a comunidade bruxa, a morte é uma incógnita que perpetua assombrando gerações sem encontrar respostas. Embora seja evidente que aqueles dotados de magia possam possuir um certo grau a mais de conhecimento a respeito desse fenômeno em comparação aos trouxas, o que se sabe é realmente muito pouco diante da dimensão universal daquilo que se entende como submundo. 

O que não é novidade para os bruxos, no entanto, é que algumas pessoas que ficaram famosas no mundo trouxa eram, na verdade, parte da comunidade mágica. Uma delas foi Elvis Presley, o famoso bruxo nascido-trouxa que conquistou milhares de pessoas ao redor do planeta… sem sequer sair dos Estados Unidos.

Havia um boato - apenas um boato, até então - de que, após sua morte, em 1977, Elvis teria começado a assombrar palcos de lugares aos quais não tinha conseguido ir quando vivo: América do Sul, Europa, Ásia, África, Oceania…

Até então, tudo isso não passava de boatos alimentados por aparições de procedência questionável e tabloides sensacionalistas; afinal de contas, como se poderia assombrar um lugar em que nunca se esteve? Essa foi uma pergunta que permaneceu sem resposta até aquela noite de outono em Hogsmeade, no ano de 1978.

Em homenagem ao aniversário de um ano de morte de Elvis, os membros da banda Foo Flyers, a última banda a se apresentar no encerramento do festival de três dias, pediram para que o público cantasse junto a eles um trecho de uma das mais famosas músicas de Presley para que pudessem encerrar o show. A escolha da música não foi aleatória e combinava perfeitamente com os anseios e esperanças do público diante da instabilidade política que vinha vagarosamente se instaurando.

“There must be lights burning brighter somewhere  | Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue | If I can dream of a better land | Where all my brothers walk hand in hand”

O sorriso no rosto do vocalista, Dave Growl, ia de orelha a orelha no momento em que o instrumental entrou. Pequenas fadinhas se organizavam lado a lado, soprando através de seus instrumentos uma música de uma potência inacreditável. A música começou e a multidão, anestesiada com adrenalina, vibrou. 

Foi quando algo mágico, mágico o bastante para surpreender até mesmo uma plateia habituada a feitiçaria, aconteceu. Um espectro que oscilava aos poucos no ar foi surgindo no palco e finalmente tomou forma na figura de Elvis Presley.

“Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true?”

A plateia vibrou, encantada, quase no limite da loucura. O êxtase e a sensação de euforia foram tão grandes que as pessoas mal perceberam quando algumas varinhas se ergueram no céu, fazendo um desenho nebuloso surgir meio ao breu do céu estrelado. O clima de esperança, paz e amor era tamanho que ninguém chegou a cogitar que a imagem que se formava no céu não fazia parte do espetáculo. Impactadas pela imagem de Elvis, foram poucas as pessoas que ousaram olhar para cima para ver o desenho que se formava ali, rastejando até formar um símbolo inconfundível no céu que então provocou um clarão quase capaz de cegar. 

Foi quando a música se interrompeu abruptamente e a plateia caiu sob a mais pura escuridão, onde tudo que se podia ver era o desenho de uma enorme caveira envolvida por uma cobra brilhando no céu acima. Antes do festival se acender em chamas e Hogsmeade cair em puro caos, a única coisa que se pôde ouvir foi um longo e agudo grito de pavor. 

[solreznik]

Sol doesn't attend Ginny's memorial.

He's lame, for one thing, and he won't let anyone expend effort on him beyond what's absolutely necessary to keep him alive.

He's a coward, too. Terrified of everyone else's grief, of the echoes he'll hear. Keep her safe out there. Watch her back.

Lastly, he's exhausted. His dead father keeps him up. Recites one particular lecture every night, just as he dips into the deepest, most necessary part of his sleep cycle.

"You do these things, Solomon, without thinking. And I wonder to myself, 'how did I raise such a boy?' How did I fail you, that you would act so carelessly? Where am I deficient? My brother, he tells me that this is the way boys are sometimes. But not my boys. Your brother never behaved like this, fighting, baited so easily by teasing. It's unacceptable that you should be so affected by the actions of others. You must be better if you wish to be a member of this family. You must think before you do things because if you keep on like this, you'll do something you can't come back from. You are coming of an age, Solomon, where it is no longer rehearsal. This is the show and you are fast becoming the villain."

[wmuhummel]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 | 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟐

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 @wmublaine