#Alison only does the parts she likes

[idkimtiredanddumb]

A concept : the foxes. playing Just Dance.

[theconstantsidekick]

I have so many questions for season 4

Reginald was an alien. They knew that and then they came back to life after he tried to murder them and just… never asked him about it? They were like ‘yeah cool wtv’?

How does Claire know that Klaus is immortal? Is she aware of everyone’s powers? Did Alison tell her all about her dysfunctional super family?

WHY DOES LUTHER GO SEMI APE MODE FROM THE MARIGOLD? It wasn’t a part of his original powers!

Why is the marigold they take this season janky? Like why do they get sick? Did Reginald’s wife spike it? Or was it simply that they consumed it as fully grown adults instead of being born with it?

How did Reginald control so much of the US of A?? Like his people are literally leading the charge against Jean and Gene? How?

Why did that girl break up with Viktor? What do you mean he knows? I wanna know too!

What was up with the hotel in season 3? Why did have that samurai thing? Idk I’m lost

WHO THE FUCK BUILT THE SUBWAY STATION THAT FIVE BLINKED TO? THERE WAS A MAP SO CLEARLY SOMEONE BUILT IT, right? RIGHT?

How did Five and Lila spend 7 years on that fucking train and never run across another version of Five?

Why is there a Five Doppelgänger Owned Deli in that subway station? Are we meant to understand that in several other timelines he loses his powers, ingests “janky” Marigold and then gets this specific power? Or was this part of his original power set and he just never discovered it? If so, then why was the colour his blinking aura changed to purple from his usual blue? What is happening?

How did Claire and Lila and Diego’s kids survive without ALISON, DIEGO AND LILA NEVER HAVING EXISTED? I don’t think that’s how genetics work???

Why do we only see a fucking field of the original timeline… is there nothing else in that world or…?

Does Klaus know how Ben died? Seeing as he could talk to, you know, BEN?? Did he ever tell his siblings? If not? If he too were brainwashed, did og Ben never tell him the truth?

WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT BEN ON THE SUBWAY, READING A BOOK AND WEARING GLASSES? Who was that? What was the point of seeing him in the post credit scene for season3 and then NEVER EVER AGAIN?

Why are any of them so invested in saving Sparrow Ben? He’s mostly a dick? Did they get some development off screen????

How did one version of Five establish the Commission and never hire any other version of Five than the one we saw? If he did, did he keep track of all the Fives under his employment? To make sure to avoid any paradoxes?

There is a 6 year time jump but when Viktor asks Alison if she’s double crossing them again by teaming up with Reginald, Alison categorically says, “I haven’t met the man in 5 years”…. Does that mean she used to go over to the mansion for brunch every Sunday for a year?

Where the fuck did that man with a goldfish for his head come from? Why did he have an entire body?

Why did Lila get a family but no one else did?

WHY DID JENNIFER COME OUT OF A FUCKING SQUID?

Why does Diego not have all the skills he should from all the training he was put through? Also why is he called fat the entire season only to be shown to have WASHBOARD ABS!!?

I’m sure there are logical answers to some of these but I don’t know any.

[pedrointofolklore]

This is me trying

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel hated you. he hated the risks you took, the danger you put yourself in, the total lack of value you had for your own life. he hated how much he worried about you. click here for part two.

warnings: detailed depictions of depression, heavily implied suicidal ideation, slight violence, angst with a sprinkle of fluff, no explicit smut but it does get very suggestive (minors do not interact), minor character death, enemies to lovers, poor communication, misunderstandings, these fools don’t know how to act, joel is an asshole but then he’s sweet, brief mention of drug use, lots of swearing, age gap (unspecified), no use of y/n, boston era/ellie era.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hey y’all. i just wanted to thank everyone who supported my last story rosebud (here’s a link if you want to read it). this story is a lot different and a lot sadder. i got the title from my favourite pop girlie taylor alison swift.

Joel hated you. It had to be his worst kept secret.

You hadn’t done anything to him. You used to think about it constantly, desperate to know what his reason was for despising you like he did, but you eventually accepted that he didn’t need a reason. He just didn’t like you. 

Joel wasn’t particularly likeable himself. He was rude and intimidating and one of the most morally bankrupt people you’d ever met, but you didn’t hate him the way he hated you. You were Tess’s lackey—Joel tolerated you, and you supposed he wasn’t obligated to do any more than that. Although, he didn’t do it very well.

You’d existed in each other’s orbit in the QZ for a while, and finally met one night in the boarded-up old mall when you’d gotten to a stash of painkillers just before them. Joel wouldn’t have hesitated to shoot you between the eyes if Tess hadn’t been there.

Tess saw something in you—not a friend, not a life worth sparing by virtue of humanity; a business investment.

And it was a smart investment. You were young, agile and clever, incredible at slipping by unnoticed and gathering information. You knew all the best routes, the best times to take them, and you could swindle anyone out of their rations just by batting your eyelashes. You were willing to take the lead, to be the first one in and out to make sure the coast was clear.

It wasn’t the threat of death or the promise of mercy that made you join them—it was the sense of purpose it gave you.

Joel was adamantly against it. Things worked fine the way they did them, and he saw no reason to add another person into it.

“Don’t need to fix something that ain’t broken,” was how he’d put it.

You didn’t dispute that. Joel and Tess had survived for years, and they were clearly more than capable of getting the job done, but what you lacked in experience, you made up for in stealth and speed—something their aging knees struggled with.

Tess convinced Joel, which you soon found out she was very good at. You also found out that his compliance didn’t mean hiding his resentment.

He thought you were a careless, impulsive loose cannon, and he’d told you so after a particularly dicey deal with a particularly dicey FEDRA agent.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.” He followed you into your apartment uninvited. Tess made him walk you home, and you were sure he only did it because he wanted to berate you.

“Why do you care?” you asked, tossing your keys onto the counter. They slid off and hit the floor.

“You’re with us,” Joel replied. “You'll get us killed.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes—you knew that infuriated him. “Am I on crack or have you not doubled your profits since I showed up?”

“I think you’re dangerous,” Joel said, ignoring you. “Always sneakin’ around, goin’ places you shouldn’t, playin’ mind games with FEDRA. Your luck’s gonna run out sooner or later, and I just hope I’m not around when it does.”

Your face burned with red-hot anger as you tried to fight the stinging in your eyes and the blurring of your vision, but you were too far gone. The tears fell, and they were ceaseless. You felt pathetic, but you knew this would happen. You didn’t often cry from sadness or pain, but anger always managed to bring it out in you.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” you hissed. “You’re saying you don’t sneak around? You’ve never scammed anyone? You’re a smuggler, Joel! Be fucking real with me.”

“It’s different,” he said, clenching his jaw.

“Why, because you’re older? Because you have more experience?”

“‘Cause I don’t think I’m fuckin’ special.”

If his words were the dagger, the pure contempt in his tone was what plunged it into your stomach, twisted it, and left a gaping hole for all of your despair to come pouring out of, leaving behind a puddle of melancholia for him to gaze at in all its miserable glory.

It was the only time you might have hated Joel as much as he hated you. Working with him and Tess wasn’t perfect, but it was all you had, and now he’d managed to make it all meaningless. Your help wasn’t helping.

“Fuck you, Joel,” you spat.

You should have quit then, and you thought about it. After pounding your fists into Joel’s chest and screaming at him to get the fuck out of your apartment, you sunk down onto the floor and cried. You cried until you ran out of tears and were left with a nothing but a throbbing headache. You took a pill, passed out, and woke up to you discover that you’d lost the energy to really care about any of it.

You didn’t quit. If anything, you became even more audacious, but you never confused it with courage or bravery. Bravery was perseverance in the face of terror. Joel and Tess were brave. You weren’t like them.

Joel laid off after that. He wasn’t anything close to nice, but whatever animosity he held towards you was only ever expressed as quiet seething, and you could live with that.

Any fulfilment you got out of working with Joel and Tess dissolved, but for what it was, it still worked.

Until it didn’t.

Tess was dead. The buffer between you and Joel was gone, and you had no choice but to work together and get the immune girl to Wyoming.

You wondered if there was a silver-lining in this wreckage. You thought that circumstance might force Joel to finally get along with you, and so you did the one thing you never did—you tried. You tried to help him, tried to speak to him like he was someone you actually wanted to speak to, tried to rein in some of your more annoying traits so you wouldn’t get on his nerves.

None of it worked. All you could get out of Joel seemed to be irritated mumbles and blank stares, and you couldn’t even blame him after what happened to Tess.

You never really knew if Tess actually gave a shit about you, or if she only ever cared about having an extra pair of hands around. Either way, you cared about her.

So, once again, you tried. When Joel and Ellie were sleeping—or at least pretending to—you walked down to the stream and tried to cry for her, but you couldn’t muster the tears. You even tried to get angry, mentally cuss her out for leaving you behind, but your eyes were dry.

You stared into the water, gazing at the way it sparkled in the starlight, and thought that the world didn’t deserve such a pretty sight. You couldn’t cry, but a deep sadness overtook you, weighing you down like lead.

Joel didn’t hate you.

He just hated how impulsive and reckless you were. He hated that you were smart, intuitive, and so maddeningly beautiful. He hated the risks you took, the danger you put yourself in, the total lack of value you had for your own life. He hated how much he worried about you.

There was a time he had disliked you. He used to think it was arrogance—that you truly believed you were so special that you could get away with anything. It was when he called you out on it that he realised how wrong he was.

Your reaction was frightening. You cried and screamed at him, pushed him out of your space. He didn’t know you were capable of such a strong display of emotion, but he’d struck a nerve, and those were the repercussions.

He recalled how the blows to his chest didn’t hurt, like there was no force behind them. You weren’t weak at all, you just couldn’t find the willpower to really hurt him. He wished you had hurt him. Maybe getting it out of your system would have helped. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to feel so guilty.

It became so obvious to him what was happening, and he felt like an idiot for not understanding it sooner. It wasn’t that you thought you were special, or immune to the consequences—you just didn’t care what happened to you.

Now Tess was gone, and he had this horrible feeling that he was going to lose you too.

His way of dealing with it was to push you away even more. He told himself it would make things easier when you inevitably left him.

Things came to a head one night after the three of you left Lincoln. Joel had been driving all day, and he would be doing it again the next day. He was in desperate need of sleep, but as he stared out into the eerie darkness of the woods, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible would happen if he didn’t stay awake.

He heard the rustling of a sleeping bag sometime after midnight. He thought it was you just rolling over in your sleep—something you often did—but then he heard the faint sound of dead leaves crunching under feet, and you were by his side a moment later.

“What are you doing, Joel?” you asked in a soft, sleepy voice that made his chest ache.

“Keepin’ watch,” he replied bluntly.

“But you’re driving tomorrow,” you said. “You need sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ve slept, so I can take over,” you offered.

“I just told you I’m fine.”

“I’m just trying to help—”

“I don’t need your fucking help.”

You backed off, hanging your head in shame, and he instantly felt horrible—you were being nice to him and he was still being a complete asshole.

Joel tried to tear his gaze away from you. He wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening, that he hadn’t just done that, but his eyes stayed on you. He watched the shame dissolve and replace itself with indignation. You pulled your head up and glared at him with a fire in your eyes that threatened to burn right through him.

“I get it, okay? I’m sorry.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“I never meant for you to get stuck with me. I know it’s your worst fucking nightmare. If I could switch places with Tess—“

“Stop.” He wouldn’t hear that. He couldn’t. It would kill him. “That’s not—I’m not thinkin’ that. I’m glad you’re here, understand? I need you with me.”

You let out a bitter laugh. The sound hit his ears like a gunshot. “You just told me you didn’t. All you’ve done—all you’ve ever done—is act like I’m a fucking waste of space.”

Joel’s mouth when dry, his heart dropped to his stomach, and he thought he might vomit. It shouldn’t have shocked him like it did, but hearing you say it made him sick. He put the gun he’d been clutching down on the ground, disarming himself in more ways than one. “I don’t think that…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just—fuck—I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Are you gonna leave?”

“Leave this mission or this mortal coil?"

“Either, I guess.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Your voice was just a whisper, and it felt like you were ripping Joel’s heart out and crushing it in your hands.

Fuck no, he didn’t want you to leave, and that was what scared him the most; feeling attached to someone so detached (and yes, he was a hypocrite). He wouldn’t be able to take it if he woke up one day and you were gone.

But he couldn’t keep doing this to you. It was selfish and cowardly and it just made everything worse. He made everything worse.

“I can’t do this without you,” he told you. He hadn’t known how true it was until he said it.

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.” He felt suddenly impassioned. “You can’t…if you…just don’t. Promise me you won’t.” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t let the words out of his mouth and into the universe. You both knew what he meant.

“I promise,” you said. You sounded oddly tranquil, but Joel was destroyed, even though he knew he didn’t have the right to be—this was entirely his fault.

“Can you let me keep watch so you can get some sleep?” you asked again.

He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Just need to know where you are.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and glossy, and for a second he thought you might start crying. Before he could think of something to do or say, your hands were on either side of his face, pulling him down into an urgent kiss.

He didn’t know what was happening, what you were thinking, or what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter, he just knew he needed to kiss you back. One of his hands found your waist while the other splayed out across your back, pulling you flush against him.

It was nowhere near sweet. It was intense and unyielding—a frantic clashing of teeth and bruising of lips. It was intoxicating, earth-shattering, but felt so right, like it was always meant to happen—or needed to happen.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, somehow bringing him impossibly closer to you. You hiked a leg up around his hip and tugged his pelvis forward. He ran a hand down from your waist, brushing it over your ass and gripping your thigh.

You rolled your hips into his, eliciting a deep, involuntary groan from him. He was painfully hard. He knew he would regret this, but he set your leg down and managed to tear his mouth away from yours. 

He missed the feeling immediately, and he didn’t have the self-control to pull away completely. His hands were still on you, pressing you against him. You looked so pretty and ruined gazing back at him; breathless and flustered with pink, swollen lips.

Fuck.

You had just kissed Joel Miller, the man you hated. 

You didn’t hate him.

You kissed the man who hated you.

He didn’t hate you.

You kissed the only person you had left. You kissed him even though it made no sense. You kissed him because you wanted to.

You started it, but then he stopped it. His eyes were dark, his face was flushed, and the bulge in his jeans was not going away. He looked like he was in pain, struggling with his own conscience.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” He grinned softly and reached a hand up to tangle in your hair. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture. “I liked it.”

Your heart melted. He was so lovely, so dear. You never imagined in your wildest dreams that Joel Miller could be like this.

“Just don’t wanna take advantage,” he said.

“You’re not. I kissed you,” you reminded him.

“I know, but you're upset, and you don’t like me much, and you’re tired. Don’t want you doing anything you don’t actually wanna do.”

You did want it, but you were also overwhelmed and exhausted, and more importantly, it would have been a majorly fucked up thing to do with a 14 year old sleeping 20 feet away.

“But if you still want it later”—he gave you another chaste kiss—“you can have it.”

You giggled, kissing him one more time. You didn’t know when you'd be able to again.

His gentle smile faded, and he looked into your eyes with devastating sincerity. “I got you now, okay?”

“I know, Joel.”

“Do you have me?” he asked.

“I’m trying.” You hoped that would be enough, because it was all you had.

“That’s all I need, sweetheart.”

a/n: so i wrote most of this when i was sick with the flu and i fully intended for it to be a one-shot, but i love this dynamic and i’m thinking of exploring it further. let me know if y’all would be interested in seeing more of these two. (edit: this a/n is now redundant bc i did in fact write the sequel).

[ladiestbug]

Diana Gordon’s life might as well have ended when that loser in the bathroom’s did. As she and her mother heal from their — Lawrence’s — Jigsaw attack, she can’t help but notice that daddy is gone even more than before. He starts coming home smelling like rot, like coins and decay rather than the flowery perfume of his coworkers that she’d grown so used to during her second bedtime, after Alison had put her down and her father had returned from his late shift to put her to sleep for real, she always was a daddy’s girl at heart. She complains about the smell, and Larry starts showering before he puts her to sleep but he doesn’t explain it, he gives her a hearty chuckle and a pat on her back and insists that getting old just makes you stinkier. Diana knows that her grandparents don’t stink like that, she knows her friends’ parents don’t, and she knows that whatever the smell is must be worse than Larry’s infidelity because this new rotten smell never, ever makes it back to mommy’s room.

Diana doesn’t mention it to Alison, she doesn’t mention it to the nice counselors and therapists that’ve become part of her life, most of the time she’s able to forget about the awful smell. When Alison and Lawrence sit her down to teach her the word “divorce”, Diana finds little time to worry about something so trivial as her dad stinking anymore. She moves into her grandmother’s house with Alison, they live out of a guest room and Diana sleeps funny because her mom starts working nights and grandma doesn’t quite know how to put her to sleep. By her 11th birthday, Diana and Alison live in their own place — it’s shitty, she knows it’s shitty because Alison says it every time Larry comes to get Diana for his week with her. “You’re a fucking oncologist and the mother of your child can barely afford her one bedroom rental, Lawrence, what kind of person does that make you!?” Is her favorite, Diana hears it weekly and mouths along with her mother’s crying, taps her feet along to the banging of her mother’s fists against her father’s car, then they’re driving away and Larry is apologizing, trying to explain how hard being an adult gets.

It’s living out of this shitty one bedroom rental where her mother sleeps on a pull out in the living room that she discovers — well, her friend discovers — a dead body. They love to play by the train tracks and this man must’ve loved to too but now two lower middle class white girls are picking flowers from their neighbor’s flower box and tossing them on him and saying a little prayer. Diana leaves quickly and says she’s grossed out and scared, in truth she’s just scared because that rotten smell is back, because that poor man who’s been sitting dead by the train tracks in the hot sun smells just like her daddy. She doesn’t want to return home, she wants to walk across town and pound on Lawrence’s door and make him explain but she can’t and he only dropped her off two days ago. She goes home anyway, her mom is asleep in the living room so she goes to her room quietly to cry while her anger simmers.

When Lawrence picks her up at the beginning of the next week, Diana isn’t sure how to express her feelings. She climbs into the back seat and sits there quietly, eyes burning into the back of Larry’s head as he tries to settle the tension between them. He’s bullshitting — his favorite thing to do, and a word she learned from her mother — about school and her friends when she decides to speak up, “I saw a dead body this week.” She starts with, watching Larry’s eyebrows raise in the rear view mirror. “Did you?” He asks, his throat sounding a little dry, “how’re… how’s that making you feel?” He tries to mimic the same sweet tone that her therapists use when they ask about Zep. “It smelled like you.” Diana deadpans in response, Larry chuckles dryly and feigns offense until he realizes she isn’t being silly, not teasing. “When you work in a hospital-“ “I thought you just ran tests on people and gave them results.” Diana isn’t even sure it’s true, she can see how a cancer doctor would end up responsible for dead bodies but Larry’s face twists up and tells Diana everything she needs to know. “Dad.” She murmurs when he doesn’t say anything, her eyes are getting wet and her heart is pounding but Larry just turns the radio up and doesn’t look back at her again until they’re home.

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The Ten Best Books I Read This Year

In order of when I read them, not how much I liked them.

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang

A novel about a white author who uses yellowface to achieve literary success. I don't usually read realistic fiction, but I loved Kuang's fantasy novel Babel so I gave this one a try. It is difficult to read, but unputdownable. It's like watching a trainwreck because you just have to see how bad it gets. A takedown of the publishing industry in all its ugliness.

2. Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh

This is exactly the kind of sci-fi I most desire. It's a deradicalization story told from the point of view of a far-right zealot slowly deradicalizing herself. I really enjoyed the insights into exactly what it takes for a dangerously radicalized teenager to change her mind.

3. The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera

A novel about a Chosen One who walks away from his destined mission and joins group therapy for failed messiahs. Unquestionably the best book on this list. Mind-blowingly excellent. It's as funny as the premise makes it sound, but also deeply profound, politically astute, and the best new spec fic of the COVID-19 era. Big plague CWs here.

4. El Nunca Más de las locas by Matías Máximo

A non-fiction book about the experiences of LGBTQ people in Argentina in the 1970s and 80s. Only available in Spanish, sorry gringues. The book is not only a great work of scholarship, but way more poetically written than I'm used to from history books. Please more historians write with this level of prose, it really adds something.

5. True Biz by Sara Nović

Again, I don't usually read realistic fiction, but this novel by a Deaf author about a year in the life of a Deaf school really grabbed me. It made me cry a whole bunch, and it took me on a compelling tour of Deaf culture, from former cochlear implant users to CODAs to multigenerational Deaf families.

6. Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

A novel about making it big in the golden age of Hollywood when you're Chinese-American and all the studio execs are fae monsters. I've read novellas by Nghi Vo and loved them so I wanted to graduate to her full novels. Oh my god. She really is such a good writer it makes me foam at the mouth. Magic and fae bargains are such good metaphors for Hollywood.

7. Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Trans horror that endeavors to explain why the UK is LIke That. And boy, does it ever succeed. This book calls for basically every imaginable content warning, but it's so worth it. The audiobook deserves a special shout-out; huge props to Nicky Endres for the spine-chilling and sometimes hilarious performance.

8. The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

After Siren Queen I needed more Nghi Vo as soon as possible, so I got this magical AU of The Great Gatsby told from Jordan Baker's point of view. The magic does add something to Gatsby's parties, but the book is at its best when it delves into the parts that Fitzgerald never touched: Jordan Baker's inner life and her history with Daisy.

9. The Sapling Cage by Margaret Killjoy

Trans anarchist witches? Trans anarchist witches with leftist infighting??? Margaret Killjoy once again I thank you for my life. I love how this book shows you very directly how anarchist societies work on a day to day basis, as well as the problems they face.

10. Pests: How Humans Create Animal Villains by Bethany Brookshire

An amazing non-fiction book about the animals we love to hate. The book's take on controversial issues like white-tailed deer management is very nuanced and takes into account important dynamics of settler colonialism and how it affects all of our relationships with the animals close to us.

[jumpstart-if]

Jumpstart is a character-driven slice of life, containing drama and romance. It's mainly inspired by the show 90210 and the movie Mean Girls.

You had multiple sticky notes on your bedroom ceiling, bathroom mirror, and any other surface you were able to get it on.

How to be rich by 21:

1. Survive high school Survive the final year of high school 2. Move out and get a pet (finally!) 3. Become rich and famous (should be easy enough...)

This list has followed you ever since your eleventh birthday when you were suddenly bombarded with the dreaded question:

‘What is your dream job?’

Quite frankly, you didn’t dream of labour. At least not the regular kind. Call it psychic, but you knew you were destined for the easy life, filled with copious amounts of wealth, relaxation, and travels. You were are special.

Seriously, you had everything set out for your 'rags to riches' story:

You weren’t the most popular, but you also weren’t eating lunch alone in the school bathroom. ✔️

You made sure to work a part-time job, starting from the age of thirteen, so it would be easier for future fans to relate to you. ✔️

You were on your way to being crowned ‘Most likely to be famous’, which would have made for the perfect moment on ‘The Late-Night Phil Show’.✔️

Everything was going to plan… until it wasn’t.

Not only did your mother decide to marry some wealthy businessman, but she also packed up all your stuff and moved you hundreds of miles away from your home that screamed ‘humble beginnings’ and into a five bedroom (minimum) mega mansion.

Oh, and public school? Forget about that. From tomorrow on, you’ll be one of those rich private school kids. Goodbye 'rags to riches' background, and hello nepotism allegations.

Though, that’s a problem for future you...

Right now, you’ll have to adapt to school life the way the people at the top of the food chain do it. 

Get ready to ‘survive the final year of high school’ filled with gossip, betrayal, romance, angst, and social drama you could’ve sworn only happened in movies and TV shows.

Jumpstart is rated 18+ as there will be mentions of sexual themes, drugs, alcohol and violence.

Choose your MC's name and gender.

Decide your MC's personality, clothing style, and much more.

Get involved with 1 out of 4 romanceable characters.

Climb to the top of the hierarchy at Maplewood Private School.

Jumpstart your way into the life of stardom and wealth.

Isaiah/India (m/f) 'the high school worldwide heartthrob':

You could’ve sworn you saw them gracing the red carpet in some of the hundreds of magazines stashed in one of your moving boxes. Child of the famous celebrity make-up artist, Naomi Lawton and basketball star, Sean Lawton. Wanted by many, yet only successfully claimed by A. Though, judging by how many people I can be regularly spotted with, it begs the question: Does I care?

Appearance: Sepia skin tone. M! has short coily black hair, mostly styled in cornrows and decorated with some silver hair jewellery. F! has long bleached coily hair, currently styled in waist-length blonde braids.

Alison/Anderson (m/f) 'the school's number one':

Not quite like the ones in movies… they’re somewhat nice? At first, they can be straight-up vicious, ripping apart any and every little detail they can get their hands on, but once you earn their trust, you’ll learn that behaviour is much more of a façade than a true reflection of them.

Appearance: Olive complexion with sprinkles of freckles on their nose and cheeks. M! has short curly ginger hair that loosely hangs over his forehead. F! has shoulder-length ginger curls and bangs.

Tegan (m/f) 'the estranged childhood best friend'

You were eight years old, when their family decided to move someplace else, ripping your, what you thought to be inseparable, bond into two. At the start you tried to keep up, exchanging letters almost every day… then weeks… then months if anything, until complete silence. You’re not sure who stopped sending them first or when even, but one thing’s for certain: you were no longer friends. No, after ten years, you definitely weren’t.

Appearance: Brown skin tone. M! has black buzzed hair. F! has straight, waist-length black hair.

Levi/Leighton (m/f) 'wherever they go, trouble follows aka the school's bad boy/girl':

For someone with a big reputation, there’s next to nothing that can be found on them. And all your pestering questions are met with nothing but warnings, yet you can’t help but grow more curious about them with each passing encounter.

Appearance: Tawny skin tone, though you can’t help but notice the faded scar tainting their otherwise clear left cheek. They have wavy brown hair, reaching down to their shoulders.

Reblogs are more than welcome and thanks for reading!

DEMO TBA

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From @tikatu to @dragonoffantasyandreality

November, 2018

“Dad?”

Grant Tracy finished pouring out a cup of herbal tea from the thermos. He handed it to the dark-haired nine-year-old. “What’s up, Champ?”

Jeff sat up from his prone position on the old quilt, accepting the cup, sipping it.

It was late autumn; the sun set early, so a night of father-son bonding wouldn’t mean a late bedtime. (But caffeine just might—hence the tea.) Since Grant’s wife, Ellie, was off at her weekly bowling, the house behind them was dark. Little light pollution from the surrounding farms made this a good night to indulge his son’s budding love of astronomy.

Jeff pointed up at the night sky.

“Is that the Milky Way?”

Grant took a thoughtful sip from a steaming, refilled cup. “Yep. The Star Bridge is what I call it.”

Jeff cocked his head at his father, a puzzled frown on his face. “Star Bridge?”

“Uh huh.” A nod accompanied the sound. “There are places a lot darker than this at night where you can see it arcing overhead, like a giant bridge connecting us to the rest of the galaxy.” He glanced at his son. “What do you think?”

Jeff gulped the last of his cooling tea and laid back on the quilt, hands behind his head. “I think I like that.”

January, 2039

“Wow!” Major Alison Richards, first woman on the Moon, breathed. Eyes only for the rising Earth, she flailed an arm out for her partner, Colonel Jeff Tracy.  She made contact with his suited shoulder. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Jeff paused what he was doing and followed her pointing finger. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly, a sudden pang of homesickness stabbing through his heart. “A sight for sore eyes,” he replied, at last. 

They were part of the World Space Authority’s F. L.O. mission, scouting out a site on the lunar surface for the world’s first moon base. Their current target was near the northern polar region, where water, in the form of ice, had been discovered.

“Hey! You want to see something else beautiful?” He tilted his head upwards—not easy to do in the bulky spacesuit—and pointed. Look up!”

Alison leaned back to better see the sky above her. “Oh! It’s the Milky Way!” She straightened up, glancing toward him. “So clear from here! Though, in my opinion, Mother Earth looks prettier.”

Jeff chuckled. “I won’t argue the point.” He paused, thoughtful. “Y’know what my Pa calls the Milky Way? The Star Bridge.”

“Why does he call it that?” Allison turned back to gaze at the Earth again.

“Hm. Let’s see if I can get this right. He says it’s like a giant bridge that connects us to the rest of the galaxy.”

She tore her eyes away from the mother planet. Smiling, she replied, “Your dad has a great imagination.”

“I reckon he does at that.”

March, 2048

“Damn!”

Scott wrestled a suddenly non-compliant SUV to the narrow shoulder of the desert highway. He brought it safely to a stop with a scattering of gravel.

“Wha’ happen’d?” A drowsy Virgil levered himself into a sitting position, blinking heavily.

“Blowout,” John replied as he hit the button to activate the hazard lights.

Scott clambered out, muttering curses under his breath. He was soon joined by his brothers, staring at the ruined rear tire.

“Do we have a spare?”

Virgil stretched both arms up, folding them over his head. “Should be one. Jack and tire iron, too.”

John opened the SUV’s hatch. “I’ll check.” He started hauling luggage out to access the spare’s storage.

Scott leaned on the vehicle’s side, arms folded. “This shouldn’t take long. At least you won’t miss your campus tour. We built in plenty of time for this road trip.”

“I really appreciate you guys giving up your spring break to drive out to Denver with me.” Virgil’s hands were curled up deep in his pockets. A slight breeze brought goosebumps to his skin.

“Heh.” Scott huffed. “If you hadn’t taken that gap year, we wouldn’t have been able to get the same week of break. The stars really aligned this time.”

John’s arm stuck out from behind them, an automatic jack in hand. “Here, Scott. Make yourself useful. Virg? I can’t get a good grip on this spare. Can you pull it out?”

“Sure.”

They exchanged places. John brought with him the tire iron and a lantern. The jack, plugged into the car’s electrical system, raised one corner. Scott took the tire iron and set about loosening the lug nuts. The spare tire bounced once on the macadam as Virgil freed it. He rolled it over to his brothers.

John rubbed his upper arms. “Getting a mite chilly.”

“I hear that happens in the desert at night,” Scott said, grunting. “Especially if the night is clear.”

“And, man, is it ever clear.” The hushed, awed tone made both Scott and John glance at their brother. He was staring up at the sky, turning around slowly as he took in the wonders above him.

John followed his gaze, smiling fondly. “Gorgeous, isn’t it? No real light pollution out here to spoil the view.” A small frown creased his brow. “Hey, didn’t Gramps have a name for the Milky Way?”

Scott paused, taking his hands off the tire. “Yeah. It was star… star something…” He snapped his dirty fingers. “Star Bridge! That’s what he called it!”

John nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Star Bridge.”

Virgil glanced from brother to brother. “Why did he call it that? And how come I’ve never heard this before?”

“Something about how it bridges the gap between worlds and stars; connects us to the rest of the galaxy.” Scott pulled the tire from the hub. “Give me a hand here, will you?”

“Oh, sure.” Virgil moved in, rolling the spare to Scott. John dragged the flat away to put it in storage.

“Couldn’t tell you why you hadn’t heard it before.” They lifted the spare to the hub together. “Dad told me on that trip to the Great Basin National Park.”

“How old was I? Because I don’t remember that at all!”

Scott picked up a lug nut and screwed it onto the bub. “Five, maybe? If Johnny here hadn’t been such an overachiever…”

“Don’t call me Johnny.” John poked his head around the corner. “I heard the term from Grandpa himself one night when I stayed over at the farm. He said he’d shown Dad the Star Bridge because he was interested in astronomy and he wanted to show me, too.” He disappeared for a moment. His brothers could hear the thump of suitcases returning to the cargo space.

He returned to say something else. “Do you know that the latest recon team for the Mars colony has video of the Star Bridge taken on Mars? It’s pretty impressive.”

“Virg? Can you check that I’ve got these lug nuts on tight enough?”

“Yeah. Let me get in there.”

The spare settled, equipment put away, and the hatch closed, Scott joined John in leaning up beside the SUV. Virgil had stepped away from them a little; he moved his phone slowly from one end of the Bridge to the other, trying to capture the view.

“So,” John asked, nudging Scott, “who’s gonna tell Gords and Alan?”

November, 2070

“G’anpa?”

Jeff stopped rubbing his brow. He looked across the room to the grillwork door separating the lounge from the rest of the house. A little girl stood on the other side, dressed in a cotton nightshirt. She was barefoot, her long dark hair tousled as it cascaded past her shoulders. One hand clutched a stuffed cat; the other rubbed an eye with a fist.

He glanced toward the portraits on the wall, then back at the little girl. With a stifled sigh, he got up and approached her.

“What are you doing up, Sami?” Opening the door, he swept her up into his arms and headed back to his desk.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, thumping him in the back with the cat, and laid her head on his shoulder. “I miss Daddy.”

Jeff swallowed. The mission to Mars wasn’t the longest space rescue they’d ever done but it had the highest stakes. The colony—established over a decade ago and still expanding—had fallen victim to a microbe which had decimated their food reserves and crops. Not only was Thunderbird Three, with Alan, John, and Brains aboard, racing to bring food to the colony, Brains was working feverishly en route to come up with a countermeasure. Gordon manned Thunderbird Five, an unusual post for him, while Scott and Virgil remained on Earth to attend to any rescues planetside.

“I miss him, too, little butterfly,” he murmured.  “And your uncles as well.” He carried her over to the windows overlooking the pool. Looking out at the darkness, he had an idea.

“Come with me, sweetheart. I want to teach you about the Star Bridge.”

[opinated-user]

this is a lie. KP actually withstood for months people saying that kind of things to her because well, that was her friend and she thought that friend was a good person so who cares about what complete strangers with zero influence power has to say? since the very start of their friendship KP has been tolerating people treating her as a apologist for all the horrible things LO has done, just in principle, not even directly dismissing the allegations that she has. LO, you literally took that info from me and completely twisted what it meant for this. to not admit that KP left you because she believed Courtney. she still does to this day. she saw the allegations, saw the evidence, listened to it's testimony and realized that you were a dangerous, disgusting and awful person that she couldn't stand being around anymore. it was so easy, that's the part you sadly don't understand. it was so easy because from the start KP never liked you as much as you liked her. she trusted MO and MO trusted you, that was all there was to it. for the record too, whenever LO uses the phrase "fair weather friend" you can add that as a red flag. not only is that what she keeps calling Brittany, when she isn't lying about having sex with her like the creep that she is, it's also the phrase that Twilight uses in Stockholm to describe the kind of people who won't support her through the raping of her own wife or Rainbow Dash after molesting a child. since the start, LO has always use it, whether intentionally or not, specifically for people who refuse to tolerate abusive behavior. because a good friend, according to her, would have left her lie about Tara/Alison all she wanted. a good friend would have ignored her sibling speaking out. a good friend would have closed off their ears and pretend everything was okay despite everything. a good friend would never call her out on her obviously predatory actions. that was the ultimate lesson of Stockholm that LO is still applying even to this day. just in case anyone needed the reminder that Stockholm exist, LO wrote it and is so much worse than just being pro pedophilia.

[qqueenofhades]

would you ever write a modern/no-powers au for dreamling/sandman?

"Look, Mee," Hob says, for the fourth or fifth time that conversation. "I'm sure your brother is, uh, great, but I'm not sure -- "

"Come on," his best friend says, also for the fourth or fifth time that conversation. "Honestly, you'd be doing me a massive favor. I can barely get him out of the house most days, so I figured that at least the two of you could faff off and be really pathetic together?"

"Thanks." Hob switches the phone to his other ear and glares suspiciously out at the garden; when you've got two small children and it's quiet, you figure something's gone terribly amiss. Robyn and Alison haven't burnt the place down or gotten run over in traffic, but they're playing with something small, muddy and possibly still alive, and Hob debates whether he has to sprint out and save them from certain death. "You're a great friend, truly."

"I know," Morticia says airily. That does, bewilderingly, seem to be her actual name (were her parents massive Addams Family fans or something?) but with Hob and the rest of her friends, she generally goes by Mors, or Mee for short. He looked it up once. Ancient Roman god(dess) of death, which made him laugh, at least when it didn't kick him in the teeth. "You can thank me later."

"And I want to spend time with your brother... why?"

"Because." Oh God, here it comes. He can hear her trying not to say it, the same way everyone's tried not to say it in the going-on-eighteen months since his wife went into an ordinary central-London NHS hospital to give birth to their second child and didn't come back out. "You know it would be good for you, Robbie."

"Right." Hob's voice turns wry. "Can't have me wallowing alone in my misery? You know I've got the kids to look after, and they're talking about extending my contract at Birkbeck. I'm keeping busy."

Keeping busy. It always sounds stupid, even if it's the truth. Like you can chase overwhelming, soul-crushing grief away just by getting out of bed and making breakfast for the kids, holding Robyn's hand as you trundle off on the school run and tell him to have a good day, the thousand and one ways you think you're massively arsing this up and Ellie would have been so much better. Every time the doorbell rings or someone comes up the walk, he thinks -- for a stupid moment he thinks -- and then of course it isn't. You think about women dying in childbirth like it's something out of medieval times, or some third-world country. Not in England in the twenty-first century. Not in London. Not as if your daughter is beautiful and bright and alive, and every time you look at her, you remember that her mother isn't, and the happiness you feel is poisoned by grief again, cold and blue and endless as the ocean. You laugh with the kids at some Disney cartoon one moment, and the next, you're crying alone in the kitchen, in bed, in the silent darkness. And no matter how much you ask, she doesn't answer. You think she does, sometimes. You're just fooling yourself.

You know, Hob thinks. Maybe it would be good for him. At least it would let him spend time with (if Mee's account is anything to go by) the one man in all of London more pathetic than him. It doesn't have to be anything more than that. Even if she is trying to set him up, she wouldn't admit it. She isn't, surely? Trying to match her brother off with her best friend, widowed-single-dad-part-time-lecturer who's clinging onto sanity by the bare edge of his fingernails? Right? Fuck. Should never have told her that he's bi. Doubled her meddling possibilities at a stroke. And yet. He's so lonely, he almost doesn't care.

"Fine," Hob says resignedly. "I'll see if I can get a sitter for the kids. And it better not be that grotty brewery in Shepherd's Bush you dragged me to last time."

"No." Mee sounds like she's laughing at him. She probably is laughing at him, or else she thinks he's become such a pathologically undatable freak that his only chance for happiness ever again is with her equally pathetic little brother. "Nice new Asian-fusion place. Hammersmith. Fifteen minutes from you on the Tube. Don't chicken out, Robert."

And with that, well --

There's pretty much no choice.

Hob finds a sitter for the kids, promises to pay her twenty quid an hour (it's London, after all), and grumblingly picks out some clothes. He's not good at this. It's been almost ten years since he was dating anyone, and Eleanor was from a rich enough family that there was no chance of ever impressing her parents; he could have turned up in anything from Savile Row to a bloody dishcloth and they still would have hated him. Then he finds himself fucking around to the point where he's going to be late, the Tube will be a nightmare anyway, and panics again and rushes out the door with barely a word about what to feed the kids and when to put them to bed. Is nice Olivia from down the street judging him? She almost surely is.

Hob grimly toddles off to Hammersmith, exits into a light rain, and spends an inordinate amount of time searching for the restaurant. When he finally steps inside, he's not quite sure who he's looking for. Mee texted him a picture of her brother, but Hob has trouble believing that such a pale, pasty, and terminally uncharismatic twink could ever be related to her. One of them has to be adopted, and he's laying money on this one, whose name is -- no, seriously -- Morpheus. Morticia and Morpheus. What is wrong with their parents? Determined to doom their children to an eternity of primary-school torment?

Hob contemplates turning around and leaving, but now he's come this far, Olivia will definitely judge him if he returns within the hour, and frankly, he's judging himself. Even worse, he's fairly sure he's just spotted his man. Morpheus (come on, really?) is sitting by himself at a corner table, looking appropriately dark and broody, in his emo-goth dark coat and toilet-brush hair. Just like the photo. He's admittedly not bad-looking in person; he's got a pale, chiseled beauty that is briefly arresting, almost unearthly. Still, though. Definitely a wanker.

"Hello," Hob says, deciding to bite the bullet. He strides over, hand outstretched. "I'm Robert Gadling, and I think you're the bloke I'm supposed to be meeting? I know your sister."

Morpheus's mouth makes a small lemon-sucking motion. He rises to his feet, regards Hob's hand as if not certain what to do with it and/or wondering if he can get away with not touching it, and finally shakes it, brief and cold and dry. "I am," he says curtly. "You may sit."

Well, good. Glad they got His Majesty's permission. No unauthorized sitting happening here, no sir. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Hob puts his bag on the floor and slides into the chair across from Morpheus. Like every Londoner at a loss for a better opening line, he reaches for the weather. "Shame about this piss, isn't it? And it was all the way up to twenty degrees last week. Did you have to come far?"

"No," Morpheus says, still not displaying any particular delight in being forced to spend this evening in the presence of another human being and looking as if he is very much hoping the floor will suddenly open up and swallow him. "Not far."

Hob waits, in vain, on the chance that Morpheus might elaborate. He does not. Well. This is going swimmingly. Are they on a date? Did Mee tell him that they were on a date? Is Hob sure this isn't an extremely elaborate prank, and she just plucked one of her single friends from the vast and bewildering mystery of her acquaintances? Truly, it is no wonder that Morpheus is, in fact, unattached. He's got the personality of a soggy rag and the face of -- well, not that. He is pretty. But Hob is not that shallow. Thanks very much.

Conversation suffers badly until they order drinks and food; or rather Hob orders, and Morpheus says that he'll take just a glass of wine. He does loosen up slightly as they talk; Hob does most of that, but Morpheus listens with cool, intent attention. From time to time he asks a question, but he doesn't interrupt, and finally Hob, trying to make it as light-hearted as "my wife died eighteen months ago and this is the first not-date I've been on ever since" can possibly be, admits it. He braces for Morpheus to get up, to run, to fire off an indignant text to Morticia or anything else, but he doesn't. He just nods once. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I know that it is... difficult."

All of a sudden, Hob is forced to consider the startling and unsettling possibility that Morpheus himself knows something about this. He can't say why or how that might be, but life is full of mysteries. "I -- yeah." It's an abject relief to say it and to have someone acknowledge it simply and matter-of-factly, not smother him with sympathy or cluck about how hard it is. "So if I'm off my game, that, uh. That's why."

Morpheus thinks about that for a long moment. Then all at once, out of nowhere, he smiles. It completely transforms his face, it twists like a fishhook in Hob's gut, and all of a sudden, he wonders in alarm if he is, in fact, entirely that shallow after all. "Believe me, Hob Gadling," Morpheus says. "It has very much been my pleasure."

[roseofithaca]

Robin getting interested into stuff his friends teach him about and being eager to listen is great but can we talk about when he does things for people when he's totally not into it though.

Like thinking monogamy and the concept of marriage is ridiculous, but he'll go along with helping make the wedding work and stand with the group to make up the aisle because Alison needs it to work.

Like thinking Fanny's song is boring but singing it with the others regardless.

Like not getting into improv whatsoever but does his best to create the family dinner with Alison and the others.

Like knowing Kitty's pregnancy can't be true but rubs her feet and goes along with what she asks and talks through baby names with her just to keep her happy (until she says she needs it forever and there'll be no baby at the end because he has his limits).

Like thinking Christmas is a stupid fad that makes no sense and will be replaced with something else like all the festivals he's seen before, but he'll join in singing the carol around the piano because, again, it makes Alison happy.

As Maddox says, he could easily just say screw this and go live in the woods - and often he does but only cos he has animal friends who need him too - but he's willing to put up with being part of his friends activities that don't make sense to him, both because he cares but also anything is better than being alone.

"I'm a lone wolf." No baby, no, you're really not.

[wvsteria]

so this is is my starter/plotting call. obvs gonna be mostly dropping everything from pre event so trying to wrap up whatever plots need to be done now or at least hc them out in dms. anything post event will be transitioning from this event so most threads are just getting dropped.

if you'd like to plot in general give this a like if you want starters please only three per mun and three per muse. you must provide muse name or it will not be added to the list and if you go over i'll only grab the first three so please pay attention to what's being requested. i'm welcome to out of fandom plots so pls request if you want, however i may dm for plotting!

this call is separated into who is completely still unaware, people who went from their canon lives to medieval times, and people who know that dc flipped to medieval times randomly. as always i'm up for chaos plots as normal, though i mostly would like to explore this fantasy era with most muses in tact by the end.

people completely unaware, thinks modern medieval is their home

aro volturi | twilight | 3500+/40 | he/they | occupation: vampire/noble

plots: knights that guard him, other members of his court, other royals, an arranged marriage (he's already married so this wouldn't be an endgame plot), since it's fantasy world he's aware he's a vampire, so people he feeds on and people who may know his secret

(2/3) starters: kim possible (spy, anna), sulpicia (maig)

claire hargreeves | the umbrella academy | 20 | she/they | baker

plots: other people that bake with her, regulars at her shop, other merchants

(2/3) starters: klaus hargreeves (britt), martha hatter (baker, risa)

dain aetos | fourth wing | 22 | he/they | knight

plots: other knights, nobles that he guards, some friends.

(2/3) starters: achilles (sunny), lucy (noble, maria)

juniper andromeda | crescent city | 26 | she/they | dancer

plots: idk what this world's version of it is, but she still is a performer for entertainment, people that attend her shows, other artists.

(3/3) starters: alice (artist, anna), jisoo (musician, maria), lee harker (bard, kirie)

lan sizhui | the untamed | 20 | he/they | tax collector

plots: he's a good responsible boi in every setting so sorry but he needs ur money it's for the government, he follows rules for the most part here but like also tries to help people out where he can, other families he's known forever

(2/3) starters: tahiri (tax collector, dee), felicia hardy (jeweler, maria)

princess nehemia ytger | throne of glass | 24 | she/they | noble

plots: knights that guard her, other members of her court, other royals, an arranged marriage (could be midgame or endgame based on chem)

(2/3) starters: aelin galathynius (noble, mario), hunt athalar (cheshire)

paige matthews | charmed | 27 | she/her | whitelighter/witch/innkeeper

plots: people that stay at her inn, other inn owners for her to have friendly competition, employees at her inn, she likes to open the inn for anyone in need so even if you can't pay she'll let you stay, i'm letting her know about her powers in this fantasy setting so a charge she has to watch over as a 'guardian angel' so to speak, someone sus of her powers of course bcs she's a witch

(3/3) starters: sophie sheridan (innkeeper, atlas), hongjo (guest, maria), madoka kaname (sunny)

rosalie hale | twilight | 100+ | she/her | vampire/midwife

plots: people she's helped give birth, other physicians she can work alongside, families she helps afterwards with the babies, she does a lot idk, also bcs of fantasy world she knows she's a vampire but she keeps it hidden and only feeds on animals

(3/3) starters: aequa (june), emmett cullen (mario), alice cullen (swan)

sidney prescott | scream | 20 | she/her | thespian

plots: other actors in their shows, people that attend her shows, other artists.

(2/3) starters: alison (thespian, maria), randy meeks (jodie)

soren palpatine | star wars | 28 | he/they | plague doctor

plots: people who've been sick or get sick that he takes care of, other doctor's physicians

(2/3) starters: sella palpatine (maig), alice hart (z)

will solace | percy | 20 | he/they | plague doctor

plots: people who've been sick or get sick that he takes care of, other doctor's physicians, someone that notices his power of healing, possible witchcraft accusation

(2/3) starters: nico di angelo (sunny), astrid (knight, cassie)

people who don't notice the dc change

brinna javik | star wars | 23 | they/she | monster hunter

plots: other monster hunters, people who are protectors of the monsters, friends

(3/3) starters: kriya dura (kasey), zhao yunlan (ollie), mu qing (monster hunting, june)

cassandra dimitrescu | resident evil 8 | 23 | she/her | harlot

plots: other harlots pls for friends, other morally gray/bad peeps, people they can lure in for a meal pls and thanks, some other supernaturals

(2/3) starters: erica (harlots, dee), bash de poitiers (druid, sammy)

clarisse la rue | percy jackson | 26 | she/they | bailiff

plots: people she's put in jail, criminals she goes after, other ppl in the security line of work

(2/3) starters: azula (jodie), rosamund (pickpocket, cassie)

dominic toretto | fast & furious | 45 | he/him | carpenter/thief

plots: people he's done work for, rich people he can steal from, prob a 'wet nurse' or babysitter for the son (10 y/o), other labor workers

(2/3) starters: satine kryze (alex), jo laughlin (sammy)

jacen solo | star wars | 27 | he/him | noble/knight

plots: other knights, nobles that he guards, some friends, members of the family organa court since he's technically a noble

(2/3) starters: allana solo (kasey), tenel ka djo (mario)

jackson kenner | the originals | 30 | he/they | stableman

plots: other farmers/stablemen, people that come by to ride the horses

(2/3) starters: sion palpatine (alex), jester (innkeeper, cassie)

josette saltzman | legacies | 18 | she/they | herbalist

plots: other merchants or pharmacist like people, other witches she does magic with in hiding, people suspicious of her power, customer's that she's healed

(3/3) starters: lizzie saltzman (dee), ithan holstrom (cheshire), caroline forbes (swan)

kiara carrera | outer banks | 22 | she/her | merchant - sells fisherman items

plots: other merchants, fisherman or people that buy her items, other troublemakers in the town

(2/3) starters: chiaki nanami (messenger, anna), luca pagro (fisherman, britt)

manon benoit | the originals | 20 | she/they | bard

plots: she's new here but she's decided she will be singing and writing songs, catch her at your local tavern, pls tip her nicely, someone who helps her find a place to stay/roommate, other artists

(2/3) starters: lilo pelekai (barmaid, anna), bella swan (artist, kirie)

mason bishop | the vampire diaries | 20 | he/they | witch/mason

plots: other laborers, people he's helped build houses or things for, buddy is also a witch and is trying to avoid being caught and killed so some ppl who are sus of him

(2/3) starters: lizzie saltzman (dee), will graham (carpenter, kirie)

mouse honrada | pretty little liars: original sin | 18 | she/they | messenger

plots: people she delivers to daily, friends she's made along her route, she travels a lot, people her age to have fun with

(1/3) starters: aria montgomery (messenger, dee)

myri tiure | star wars | 25 | she/they | still a crime boss' daughter

plots: other thieves and morally bad people to mess around with

(2/3) starters: jabba hutt (dee), rotta (z)

natasha romanoff | marvel | 36 | she/her | mercenary

plots: nat uses her abilities for good so though she's a mercenary she's picky about what jobs she pulls, people in the similar line of work

(2/3) starters: yelena belova ( swan), bucky barnes (mario)

nathalie | crescent city | 24 | she/they | bailiff

plots: people she's put in jail, criminals she goes after, other ppl in the security line of work

(2/3) starters:stiles stilinkski (sheriff, risa), zed necrodopolis (britt)

queen padmé amidala | star wars | 27 | she/her | noble

plots: knights that guard her even though she doesn't want to be guarded, other members of her court, other royals

(3/3) starters: anakin skywalker (jodie), lola fleming narcisse (lady in waiting, sammy), mary stuart (swan)

princess samara palpatine | star wars | 24 | she/they | noble

plots: knights that guard her even though she doesn't want to be guarded, other members of her court, other royals that probably think she's crazy because they don't act like a royal fr, other derelicts she can cause trouble with

(2/3) starters: bean (nobles, anna), kaya dura (knight, maig)

sgaeyl | fourth wing | 30 | they/she | dragon tamer

plots: first off, they're pissed they arrived here and they aren't a dragon when there are clearly dragons around, instead they'll just be working closely with them to help them escape the monster hunters or smth, other supernaturals they find out about and keep their secret from the townsfolk

(2/3) starters: andarna (l), dean winchester (britt)

syala eren | star wars | 35 | she/they | tavern owner

plots: people that attend her tavern, all are welcome here especially supernaturals just try not to make a ruckus and alert the ppl

(2/3) starters: hayley marshall (l), zoro (sunny)

tara carpenter | scream | 19 | she/her | waitress

plots: any regulars at the shop she waits at, other worker friends

(2/3) starters: amber freeman (waitress, risa), deena johnson (sunny)

people who notice dc change

kol mikaelson | vampire diaries/the originals | 1000+ | he/they | noble

plots: other nobles he can freak out, members of the mikaelson court, people he keeps around so he can snack on, other supernatural friends

(3/3) starters: hope mikaelson (swan), chelsea (supernatural, cap), klaus mikaelson (mario)

mia winters | resident evil 8 | 36 | she/they | housewife

plots: neighbors, friends that she supposedly made this whole time, people she can freak out to about the time change

(2/3) starters: eveline (kaesy), rose winters (maig)

spencer hastings | pretty little liars | 26 | she/they | diplomat

plots: other nobles and people that they speak with to bring together different lands, neighbors, friends that she supposedly made this whole time, people she can freak out to about the time change

(3/3) starters: prince henry (knight, britt), hanna marin (swan), astrid (cap)

[harrywavycurly]

Walk in the Park Part 1: Welcome Home

Masterlist: here

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this and please don’t ask where her name came from it took me ages to think of it😂✨

*Eddie doesn’t quite know what to think of you and that’s perfectly fine with you*

“Hey,” Eddie jumps slightly at the sound of your voice shouting at him from the end of his driveway. “Sorry didn’t meant to scare you, I’m just here to welcome you to the neighborhood.” You explain as you give him a small wave, he places the box that was in his hands down by his feet so he can return the gesture.

“Thanks.” You just smile as you take a few steps closer so you can bend down and grab the box at his feet and before he can even begin to protest you’re already headed for his front door. “I’m Eddie.” He says introducing himself to you as he follows you into house. “You don’t have to do that.” You just ignore him as you place the box on the counter in the small kitchen.

“Actually I do because I’m not only the welcoming committee I’m also the moving help.” You take a look around the kitchen to make sure everything looks good and you roll your eyes when you see a flower shaped air freshener sitting by the oven. “Sorry Gina must’ve forgotten to take this when she moved out.” You mumble as you reach over and snatch it so you can place it in your pocket.

“Uh that’s actually mine.” You feel your cheeks get hot as you look at Eddie who’s rubbing the back of his neck and looking everywhere but at you. You silently thank him for letting you avoid the awkward eye contact. “My daughter picked it out she said it’ll make the kitchen pretty.” You just nod your head as you put it back on the counter.

“She has great taste it does add a certain level of sophisticated beauty to this otherwise kinda sad looking kitchen” Eddie chuckles as he sneaks a look at you while you have your head turned so you can check to make sure the microwave works. He can tell by the way you have a set of keys hanging from your belt loop that you must work for the community in some way. “So you have me for two hours and then I have to go check on Fred who lives three houses down from you and he’s a great guy if you ever need to borrow a bottle of whiskey or two.” Eddie doesn’t know how to respond to you so he just nods his head and gives you a tight lipped smile, you realize that he must have no clue what you’re talking about so you just turn so you’re facing him and look him right in the eyes.

“I’ll give you the run down on who to avoid and who to befriend if you’d like?” Eddie just shrugs as he moves the box on the counter to make room for a few more that he knows are in the back of his van.

“Okay.” You smile and head out of the kitchen and out the front door to grab another box while Eddie rushes after you.

“Let’s start with Fred he’s on both lists because with him it depends on his mood but for the most part he’s harmless.” You explain as you grab a small box that has the name Alison on it. “Where’s this going?” Eddie looks at the name on the box and you don’t miss how his face sort of lights up as he takes it from you.

“Sorry these are her most prized possessions and I swore I’d put then in a safe spot until she’s here to unpack it.” He explains with a small smile and you just nod as you grab another box.

“Love a man that keeps his promises.” Eddie just laughs and you can tell by the sound of it that it’s genuine and that makes you smile because so far you were certain he was righting you off as the nosey neighborhood weirdo. You follow him back into the house and place the box next to the first one you brought in, on the kitchen counter while he goes down the hall and turns into the spare bedroom across the hall from the master.

“So who’s on the list of people to avoid?” Eddie asks as he enters the kitchen you turn just in time to watch him put his long hair into a messy bun on the top of his head, a sight you’re very glad you got to witness because it gave you the opportunity to see a few tattoos on his lower hip peeking out from the bottom of his tank top.

“Ah that’s my favorite list.” You joke making Eddie raise an eyebrow as you head back out to the van to get more boxes. “The one who tops it all is Lisa in lot ten she is meaner than a junk yard dog.” Eddie looks down the street to see if he can get a look at Lisa’s front yard from his driveway. “She doesn’t ever leave her house unless it’s to sit on her porch and yell at people, her sons come visit every week and they are sweethearts.” You add and Eddie feels himself blush when he looks over and sees you bent over reaching for a box that’s towards the front of the van, he’s quick to look away when you finally get a hold of it.

“How do you know all this?” He asks as he takes the box out of your hands so you can grab another one.

“Oh it’s a perk of running the place.” Eddie feels his eyes widen as he realizes you’re the one he’s been emailing for the last month setting this place up for him and his little girl. “It’s nice to finally meet you by the way.” You add and Eddie just nods as you walk past him and into the house.

“Likewise.” He mumbles as he tries to mentally go through all the things he’s said to you over the past month hoping none of it was too embarrassing or weird. He takes a moment to himself standing in the middle of his driveway as he looks at the trailer hoping he’s making the right choice, he knows they need a fresh start but he just hopes Alison’s happy here because for right now that’s all he cares about.

[cautiouscrab2eletricboogaloo]

If you scroll back far enough you’ll see this account was mainly Umbrella Academy posting. I was OBSESSED with this show, especially when s3 came out despite the writing being objectively…iffy in some scenes. But I knew how GOOD the show could be, and hell, s3 WAS GOOD!

And then s4 happened.

And let’s just say

I’m disappointed :D

Spoilers for everything s4 here on out

Ok so watching this season was like being trapped in a burning building but you’re trying to rescue your things, but then you realize they’re also all on fire. I kept watching, thinking “oh, this is gonna lead to this” or “oh that’s a cool reference to that” and NOTHING HAPPENED???

Like in the beginning, with Alison. I thought for sure, everyone was just gonna not like her for a majority of the season, she does something really cool/saves them and then they go “ok, we aren’t gonna forgive you, because what you’ve done to all of us is not able to be forgiven, but we’re gonna try to be better and include each other in our lives”

Nope

They just forgave her off camera and she was just enjoying life with them

And so I’m like “ok, I can excuse that, besides there WAS a 6 year timeskip, maybe we’ll see something with th-“

Nope

Another thing, the sake bombs

My brother in christ Klaus THREW IT ON SOMEONE ELSE AND JUST??? THAT PERSON DIDNT GET HIS POWERS?? My partner legit turned to me and was like “oohhh he’s gonna get Klaus’ powers that’s gonna be so cool.”

But nope that guys never shown again!!

“Okay…” I say slightly nervous “but Klaus is objectively the fan favorite, they can’t fuck up his character”

But then they did. Now iirc, Vietnam wasn’t mentioned at all in s3, and if it was, it was minimum, but there were SO MANY INSTANCES TO BRING IT UP AND THEY JUST DIDNT??

And I tried to excuse it, but legit it was so obvious that they should’ve brought it up. Ignoring the fact Klaus GOT DAVES DOG TAGS BACK AND SAID/DID NOTHING BUT LOOK AT THEM?? you have the scene where everyone is shooting as each other and he’s hiding in the hallowed out part of a grave (which, idk, reminds me of TRENCHES??? Which I’m like 80% sure was used in the Vietnam war) and also, did NOTHING. He covered his ears and I’m sitting there, thinking “oh maybe a flashback”

Nope!

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I CANT STOP EXCUSING IT, BUT I DO

Cuz when he got locked in the coffin, I’m thinking “oh perfect time to bring up the mausoleum-“

Nope

(Also the way the show tried to make it a joke that he was being used for sex to get money left such a bad taste in my mouth. Like we physically saw him get SA’d and just…it’s a joke??? Like already we had that gross SA of Luther in s3 does NO ONE UNDERSTAND HOW SENSITIVE OF A TOPIC THAT IS??)

Then, obvs there’s the fuckup with Five

At this point, I’m beaten and broken. I have a pounding headache, the dogs looking at me and my partner funny cuz we keep screaming and- HOLY FUCK FIVE IS KISSING LILA

Five, the physically-25-mentally-65 year old, whose ENTIRE CHARACTER MOTIVATION IS HIS FAMILY

Is kissing Lila, the 30 something WIFE OF HIS BROTHER

His brother. Who he saw DEAD IN A FUCKING APOCALYPSE.

I just ??? It’s so bad??? Why??? Did you think??? That was a good idea??? No one asked for that??

(+ there was no reason to include that arc, or the fact that Lila and Diego were unhappy in their marriage. Lila, maybe I can understand, but Diego had NO REASON. Get rid of those arcs, fucking nothing changes)

And I can talk about the bracelet inconsistency, or how they only made Luther a stripper for shock value, but this post is long enough so I’m just gonna mention one final grievance

The ending.

SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Now, I’ve enjoyed media where they permanently kill off the main characters. Like Magnus Archives (something I frequently would post here)

In the season five finale, they kill of Jon and Martin because it’s the only way to save their world. It makes sense, Jon is already the Pupil of the Ceaseless Watcher + for him and martin, it’s genuinely the only way they can have a decent ending

If they were to keep living, they’d doom the world to constantly be in the eyepocalypse. They address what could’ve been a plot hole by saying “no, living isn’t an option, as much as we want it to be.”

And it’s a satisfying ending! Ask any TMA fan, and they’ll agree that, while sad, it was a perfect ending. So when Umbrella Academy tried to do the same I was…confused? Because that truly WASNT THE ONLY OPTION??

The scene with all the Fives where they’re like “oh btw your family causes the apocalypse every time” I thought we all kinda new that by now….

But also it wasn’t. I am firm in my belief that what caused the apocalypse every time was

1) their powers

And 2) their REACTIONS to each other

S1, for example. Viktors powers inherently cause the apocalypse, but it’s the characters reaction TOWARDS VIKTOR (cough cough Luther) that REALLY seal the deal.

So, no diner Five, it wasn’t THE FAMILY, it was your POWERS. If y’all just…don’t use them and get some family therapy, you guys are FINE.

(Also my partner brought this up, but having a show that revolves around the trauma of the main cast ending with “killing yourself is the only option” is…definitely a choice!)

So yeah. This entire season was trash from start to finish. The songs were not good, the character arcs were not good, the story itself was not good. Everything done was either for shock value (ie making the astronaut a STRIPPER.), ruined characters in ways that didn’t make any narrative sense (Five kissing Lila), or were dragged on far too long (Diego and Luther in the CIA).

And I really don’t want to hate on it, because I love this show, but I really have nothing good to say. It was bad start to finish. Get me out of this burning building, ‘cause my stuffs already burnt.

[choco-cherry-chunk]

Packing and prepping to head home for the holidays, but also thinking more about my Ghosts AU, and adding in Christmas stuff in the manner of the show.

-Fanny enacting a lot of her holiday traditions in the house, though Allison has helped to taper them some. Mike is not as helpful, as he actually likes a number of Fanny’s traditions. Though he does like to have the tree prepared ahead of Christmas Eve.

-Speaking of the tree, it’s so damn mixed up. One part elegant ornaments, another part gag decor, another part handmade pieces. Each member of the household could easily have their own tree, but it’s become something of a tradition to share the biggest one in the sitting room.

-Julian is the first to suggest a Secret Santa and when they do the first round, everyone immediately realizes he’s only put his name in the hat. The second round, things are normal.

-This Secret Santa is a mess. What was initially planned as an effort to save money so people didn’t feel inclined to purchase gifts for everyone becomes another source of stress. Thomas is delighted to get Allison, but finds that “nothing will truly capture the immense power and purity found in his feelings for her”. Kitty ends up offering to help him find something, but in doing so, their feelings for one another start to complicate. 💕

-Julian gets Fanny, which he initially thinks is ridiculous and just wants to find her some crass gag gift from a hen party. But he hears about the efforts are going through, even hears how Humphrey has him and is working on having some fancy tie rack installed and organized in his closet while he’s away. And he feels like a colossal tool. So, he eventually ends up commissioning an artist to repaint a wedding photo she has taken, but with just herself, as he remembered her saying she liked the photo but hated that her ex-husband was in it. When she receives it, she tries to keep a neutral face, but there isn’t a dry eye in the house.

-Mary and Annie cheat to get one another. They buy one another matching flannels in their preferred colors.

-Pat and Mike accidentally get one another and both are delighted. Pat gets Mike a HAM radio after mentioning his interest in the hobby, and Mike agrees to a weekend camping trip with Pat (finally).

-Kitty gets The Captain and she’s stressed out of her mind. In a similar manner to Julian, she thinks she has in it the bag right away. She just wants to find him some historical weapon to display, only to overhear him and Havers talking about not having weapons in the flat when the baby arrives. She considers some history book, but she doesn’t know what he has or hasn’t read. There’s the possibility of something for the baby, but Pat’s been talking about surprise baby showers, so what is she to do? But eventually, she finds a lovely solution. Going through her diary (because you can’t tell me my girl doesn’t have one), she photocopies each instance she’s written of The Captain - the times he’s helped her, supported her, made her laugh, spent time with her, all of it. She collects it into a parcel and makes a cover of photos, glitter, drawings, everything under the sun. He melts in the face of the gift, unable to maintain the stiff upper lip he clings to. Kitty cried because he’s crying.

-Alison gets Kitty, which Kitty is already delighted by, but all the more when Alison gifts her a lovely pair of shoes and a mess of colorful, patterned tights to go with them. Only when it’s too hot to bear it does she stop wearing them.

-Robin eagerly decorates his plants in the manner of a Christmas tree, making his flat into a very festive jungle.

-Mary and Annie carry out efforts to create unique iterations of eggnog, many of which just serve to make people sick. However, Julian finds himself quite partial to their “herbal infusion”.

-In addition to Mary and Annie, the house’s main kitchen is frequently commandeered by Mike and Havers. Mike tends to fixate on practice for holiday dinners, whereas Havers is on top of holiday desserts. Mike is mad impressed with his abilities and asks why he’s baking so much ahead of time; he knows the sweets will be for the occupants and visitors of Button House, but the man has these recipes memorized, why “practice” them? Before Havers even bother to answer, James enters and Anthony asks him to try some gingerbread, emphasizing his keen sense of taste. The man eats it and drives into nonsense about flavor profiles and other such whatever, during which Havers manages to get him to try a few things while he’s there. By the time the Captain leaves, he’s still nibbling on a bit of brittle and Havers is smirking with the expression of a man all too aware of his own intelligence.

-Humphrey is a bit reluctant when it comes to exploding into holiday festivities, but he still does the little things to lead up. Watching the odd holiday film, drinking a hot toddy or two. Thomas is the most frequent visitor, but behind him is Fanny, who often complains about his film choices, but he really doesn’t mind.

-Pat has his son every other Christmas and he is initially so worried about his first one at Button house. But the boy comes to love it and finds much of the ridiculousness of the house and it’s members fascinating

Lmk if y’all want to explore this stuff more. I’d love to explore ideas with y’all. Happy holidays! 💕

[emohorseboy]

I'm so interested in all of your posts about mad liberation. I've never seen anything that puts my thoughts on the whole psych complex into words. I'm really curious to learn more about this. No pressure if not, but do you happen to know of any more comprehensive resources on this? Like books maybe?

Hi, I can definitely give you some recs! My list is a little bit UK centric because that's where I'm based but hopefully it's useful:

In terms of books:

I read 'Mad World: The Politics of Mental Health' by Micha Frazer-Carroll this summer and I can't recommend it enough.

I'm also making my way through 'Call Me Crazy: Stories from the Mad Movement' by Irit Shimrat, which I think is out of print but can be read as a PDF here (hopefully)

I've only dipped in and out of his books for my dissertation but Andrew Scull has written several well regarded books about the history of psychiatry ('Museums of Madness' is the one I've read bits of, 'Desperate Remedies' is on my TBR)

Some books on my TBR: 'The Protest Psychosis: How Schizophrenia Became a Black Disease' by Johnathan Metzl, 'Drop the Disorder!', 'Searching for a Rose Garden: Challenging Psychiatry, Fostering Mad Studies', 'Anatomy of an Epidemic' by Robert Whitaker

Some really good articles:

'Abolition Must Include Psychiatry' by Stella Akua Mensah

'Mad Activists: The Language We Use Reflects Our Desire for Change' by Lisa Archibold

'Not a naughty child: people’s experiences of service responses to self-injury' by Alison Faulkner and Rachel Rowan Olive

More resources!

The Campaign for Psychiatric Abolition - UK based, they have a lot of really great resources including an extensive recommended reading list, a Psych Abolition 101 Zine, and a resource for making a crisis support plan.

Asylum Magazine - again UK based, radical mental health magazine. To read full issues you need to subscribe (I recently paid for a subscription for a year of digital editions for £10, physical copies are a bit more) but the website has plenty of articles that you can read for free so well worth exploring.

Psych Survivor Archive - US based this time, there is so much on here, the Psych Survivor Zine is the main event but they also have a really great resource list (some of the links are dead though).

Mad in America - publish a lot of really interesting and impactful stuff on their website, I also really like their podcast (particularly recommend this episode about ECT, this one about esketamine, and this one about 'prolonged grief disorder'). There is also Mad in the UK and a number of other country specific sites that exist as part of their Mad in the World Network.

Folks to follow:

Dolly Sen - UK based artist who does and is doing a lot of cool stuff, notably at the moment they are the lead artist for the Birdsong From Inobservable Worlds project. This podcast episode they did is also great.

Nicole / lacey_art_ - another UK based artist, she wrote a poem about a bird recently that I can't stop thinking about (she does a lot of other cool things too).

Rachel Rowan Olive - brilliant and funny artist, she is also on instagram and etsy.

Luna Tic - artist and activist who has been involved with a lot of really brilliant stuff, including the successful StopSIM Coalition here in the UK which managed to bring an end to SIM.

There are so many more I could name and so many more things I could recommend but this post is already so long! I really hope it was helpful. I started trying to be brief and then gave up but I did cut out a fiction and literature recs section because I thought that was overkill lmao. Thank you for giving me an excuse to make this list I had a great time.

Learning about the Mad and psych survivor movements has been so transformative and empowering for me and I could honestly talk about it all day. Please do feel free to send me a message if you want to chat about it more!

[zalrb]

PLL 1x22 Review - As Per Anon Request

Alright, it's the finale.

"We all know who had a thing for younger girls" Pretty much every older man on the show.

Yeah, like Spencer is the only one who looks genuinely disgusted by what Jenna made Toby do, the others are focused on themselves and also don't really do anything to make up for the fact that they helped Alison pin the whole accident on Toby so them being angry at Jenna after they - inadvertently or not - were a part of her being blinded is still wild to me.

I always love when teen shows are like "xyz is heartbroken over a boy and now she looks awful, she's A MESS" or "she wasn't expecting her crush to show up, look how sloppy she looks" and it's just a sweater or a hoodie with a stylish bun

"I'm just starting to feel like I belong here." But I mean, how, Emily? In what way?

"Aria, I'm not going to be your teacher anymore. We can grab a cup of coffee" No. You can't. Because. She. Is. A. Minor.

"He was your first poor boy," LOL Mona.

Jenna's lips also annoy me.

"He acts like he doesn't have a care in the world." So does Ezra.

I like how they're acting like because he didn't respond right away that means he didn't do it. Teenage logic.

Also "Ali's video" could mean anything, guys.

Alison's so cunning! She was a 16 year old girl.

oooh Garrett reveal! Which is like, I mean, yeah, because homeboy showed up out of nowhere.

Yet another adult man with a minor.

So, everyone teaches at Hollis.

That couldn't have been a comfortable sleeping position, Spencer.

"I left a note for my mom in case something happens." *Aria in the background giving why would she say that looks* BECAUSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION, ARIA.

It's the finale. I remember this church stuff.

Yes, yes, Spencer on the stairs, the bell, yes I remember this. I feel like what happened was I watched the last episode of season 1 and then watched season 2.

I'm sorry, it's super funny to me that Spencer ran up all those stairs and Ian just took the elevator.

They hear Spencer fighting for her life on the phone and they don't even speed up the car??

And even if Ian was still in there, you can't just LEAVE a murder scene.

At this point, PLL is a supernatural show.