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onmymasa22 · 23 days ago

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כתבי טקסט בן 150-300 מילה, המתייחס לדרכך האמנותית בעין רחבה יותר מאשר רק הפרוייקט גמר. טקסט המתייחס לסגנון שלך, למניעים הפנימיים שלך ביצירה, לתהליך שעברת במהלך ההתפתחות והגיבוש שלך כאמנית, לחומרים ולטכניקות שאת לרוב יוצרת בהן, לרעיונות, לשאלות המחקר, לרגשות והמסרים שמעסיקים אותך ושאת נוטה לחזור אליהם, חפשי אחר דברים שאת חוזרת ובוחנת, והתייחסי למה שאת מבקשת או שואפת שהאמנות שלך תוכל לאפשר\ להיות\ לחולל.

Write a 150-300 word text that addresses your artistic path with a broader view than just the final project. Text that addresses your style, your inner motivations in creation, the process you went through during your development and consolidation as an artist, the materials and techniques you usually create with, the ideas, research questions, the emotions and messages that occupy you and that you tend to return to, look for things that you repeat and examine, and address what you ask or aspire for your art to enable/be/bring about.

I think i value art thats vulnerable. The same vulnerability in a voice that shakes a bit. Skin thats textured and scarred. A poem thats honest and raw. I find value in things that show their history and story. At the beginning of studying art, i liked vincent van gogh because because the lines showed his brushstrokes, so u know exactly where his hand was. You know how he moved the brush across the fabric. You weren't there, but he allowed you to see it as if you were standing next to him. My art has been a little wonky. Sometimes even humorous. With unrealistic colors, eyes that are maybe too big, but sparkled in a way i didnt want to touch. I dont know if i am attatched to a certain theme, but i search for a feeling. I create because in a world where i can be so afraid of speaking from a fear that after gathering enough courage to speak up, i wont be listened to, the canvas holds what i have to say. I think ive always searched feelings of honesty. And vulnerability. And rawness. It listens, and reacts to everything i do. And i do stuff until, if im lucky, i get something right and for about three seconds, tears well up in my eyes and i get chills all over. Thats when i know its exactly how it should be. I dont know if anything i do it more exquisite than a five year old could do. But the things i do just come out of me and i cant really help it.

And i just hope to continue creating.

world where its hard for me to speak sometimes,

, and when you actually get the nerve to speak up and say something, and the other person doesn't listen, it's the worst feeling in the world.

The process is made up of time, thinking, learning, and doing. Showing is the least interesting or maybe hardest thing to me. I create art because

create because in a world where i am usually terrified to speak out loud, out of the fear that

Humorous looking sometimes.

My works can be catigorized by different

I like sculpting and paintingn creating things that are intuitive.

What is my work

I like finding humor in things. I think everything has a little amount of humor. I like notbeing too serious, having fun with things. My muses change throughout different periods of time. At times, the art itself is the most important thing in my life and i am passionate about creating. Theres excitement and an urgence to it. Sometimes traveling is what interests me. And i enjoy photographing and capturing a city and attempting to capture its energy. Sometimes my friends are my muse and my time is spent experiencing things a d photographing views from hiking, with the most humorous easy going art, not too serious, mostly using srt as a therapy.

I use art to extress myself. Sometimes its theraputic and vulnerabile. Sometimes itz humorous and

כתבי טקסט קצר-

עד 150 מילה שתפקידו לתת מושג באיל�� עיניים להתבונן בפרויקט הגמר שלך. הוא בעצם מהווה שער נוסף דרכו הצופה ניגש ליצירה שלך. שימי לב לחוויה שאת רוצה לתת, לרקע המקדים, להתייחסות לחומרים, לסמליות, למשמעות הרגשית או לרפרנסים שאליהם כדאי לשים לב. חשבי על הטקסט כעל "פילטר" שהצופה מרכיב ודרכו מבין איך להתבונן ביצירה באופן מעמיק וקרוב יותר.

I had an interest this year to create something with an aura of femininity. Kind of like a feminine heaven as i see it. With the opposites of showing, not showing. Speaking, not speaking. I wanted to make something with elements of elements, femininity without a grotesque or adgendad slant. And to reveal my own little corner, my room of wonders that exists in my head. I see being a jewish woman as a truely beautiful thing, something holy and something that contains everything glorious, and a wish to embrace that fully in the most precise way. The vulnerability i have with this creation is that i am still working on getting past the hardships women go through, not lose myself and speak up but not say the wrong thingn be yourself but not be too much.

Welcome to the little space in my brain of me trying to make sense of all of this.

Watercolor mouths

Charcoal mouths

Oil mouths

Acrylic mouths

Butterflies

Shells

Flowers

Bust

Paintings of mouths- a collage of mouths- pinks

Shelf- mouths that light comes out

Light pink lips- skin color

Shelf

Butterflies coming out of the wall

Shells

Flowers

- Bust

- Paintings of mouths maybe abstract

Your work speaks to the profound and often underestimated power of women's speech—a force that challenges silence, reclaims identity, and reshapes narratives. Throughout history, women’s voices have been ignored, suppressed, or deemed too emotional or disruptive. Yet, when women speak, especially from places of lived experience, they break cycles of erasure and redefine what strength means. Your art reveals that speech is not just communication; it’s a radical act of self-assertion and solidarity. It explores the vulnerability that comes with speaking out, but also celebrates the courage and collective empowerment it generates. In giving form to these expressions, your work honors the resilience behind every word spoken and every silence broken. By making the invisible audible, your pieces don’t just depict femininity—they activate it. They ask us to listen more deeply, to hear not only voices, but truths long buried, and to recognize that in women's speech lies the power to transform.

Whispers of Her Voice explores the intricate dance between femininity and vulnerability. This exhibit unveils the quiet power in speaking one's truth, especially when the voice trembles. Through brushstrokes, textures, and forms, each piece reveals the nuanced strength of being seen and heard in a world that often silences softness. Femininity here is not passive—it is defiant in its tenderness, bold in its openness. The works invite viewers to listen closely, not just to what is said, but to what is dared to be spoken. In vulnerability, we find courage; in expression, we find liberation.

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revivebur-switch · 3 years ago

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a lee mode that can’t be ignored

this fic has lee wilbur and ler quackity //

wilbur couldn’t get any sleep for a week now so he got up from his desk. as he was walking outside to the van he felt as if he needed someone there to t- no he must be thinking wrong he never gets lee moves that’s just not him right? ether way he ignored it as he walked into the van. W: hey ranboo your up early hw are you? R: yah couldn’t go to sleep do to micheal crying but other then that I’m doing great how about you? I,m doing good as always, wilbur said as he washed the dishes. so do you think tommy and tubbo will come to day or even Q? I’m not sure also why do you just call him Q isn’t he called quackity, he said as he cooked the beef and stack. eh I prefer calling him Q it gets on his nerves, he chuckled and dried the dishes. so any plans today or just working till sun down? oh yah I do I was planning on going with tubbo and tommy to some park that sam built, he said as he served food. doesn’t seem like a lot of people are showing up I mean we can get one break day. I mean we could just put up the closing sign and go have fun with tubbo and tommy. wilbur said as he put the dishes away. ill see you later ranboo. ranboo waved to wilbur as he walked away with tubbo and tommy and of course micheal. now wilbur was left alone to sit there with his huge lee mode he couldn’t ignore it anymore it was to strong. he sighed as he started walking trying to get his mind off of it till he heard quackity’s voice. he didn’t even release that he was walking by las nevada. hey wilbur! Q called out as wilbur passed by las nevada. huh? oh hey Q. how many times do I have to say call me big Q or quackity, he said holding the brim of his nose. ah of course sorry... Q, wilbur said grinning at Q reaction. Q: anyways how about you come closer and talk face to face will i am. wilbur chuckled at what Q just called him. W: sure sure just know its called william. he walks closer then suddenly remembered his lee mode it hit him hard that he stopped walking mid way. Q: what wrong wilbur why did you stop? scared *chuckles* i wont bite. Q looked at wilbur as if he was some kind of art peace. Q: wilbur you good? wilbur jus stood there covering his mouth and looking the other way trying to hold back the giggles in his throat hiding his blush. Q: ohhhhh i get it now is little wilby in a lee mode hm? Q used a baby voice on him wiggling his fingers as he got closer. W: n-noho im never i-ihin a lehehe mode. Q faked gasp. Q: where those some littles giggles i heard. wilbur didn’t even know Q was getting closer till he felt Q finger scattering on his ribs and his arms keeping him in place. W: qhaha nohoho stohohop. wilbur tried pushing him away bur he may be small but his strong and kept his place how scribbling on his stomach over his scar. Q: your barely even trying what a cute little lee you are. W: NOHOHO NOHOT THEHEREHE PLEHEAHASEHE AHANY WHEHEREHE BUHUT THEHEREHE. he twisted from side to side trying to get out of Q grasp but he really didn’t want it to end. Q: oh but i kinda like it here it gets all your cute little laughter out of you. W: NAHAHA IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD. Q: really does it i couldn’t tell. W: MEHEHECY PLEHEASEHE. Q: mercy? hm give me a reason then. he started blowing raspberry’s on wilburs scar. W: NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEAHAHASEHEHE IHIHIHI WOHOHOHONT CAHAHALL YOHOHOH QHAHA AGAHAHAIN. Q: hmmm fine fine. he stops and lets go as wilbur fell to the ground currling up on himself Q bent down and helped rub away the ghost tk’s. W: thahank’s. wilbur stayed there on the ground and Q went to get sam. S: so you need help picking up him? Q: yah just bring him to a room. S: if you say so. sam picks up wilbur by the time they got there he was asleep from lack of sleep. they went to a room and placed him down on a bed. Q lft a note for him for when he woke up. note: you should laugh more often its cute and welcoming -Q

sooooooooooo how was my first fic??? also this is a ro blog and tk fic blog so you get both! hope you in joyed the fic ^^ .

#mcyt tickle #lee wilbur #ler quackity #first tk fic!

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majjiktricks · 3 years ago

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Barok van Zeiks, Daud, The Boss and Majima.

barok van zieks my general perception of them what a pompous asshole <3 i really do love everything that guy's got going on. vampire, gay, the drama, the scar. truly. hes made up to be so scary and then you have One Honest Conversation with him and hes a big softy <3

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact i Do Not like vanlock. i dont understand it and i actively dislike it. i do also think its funny that his name is supposed to be pronounced like "baroque." no. im not saying it like that. ive always said it like varrick dragon age and i will continue to do so.

music i associate with them (if any) i mean. hes got his entire theme song. reaper of the bailey FUCKS. so theres that one. hes another guy i dont have a Playlist for so i dont really have any songs associated with him 🤔 hrmm…

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight i think i could make him cry but that would be mean.

daud my general perception of them daud? i think you mean dad? LOL hes an assassin. hes asexual. hes supernaturally cursed/gifted. hes filled with regret. what more could you want? really i think his whole thing is. just very cool. i want to make a daud/red whaler cosplay one of these days…

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact i dont interact w the fandom at all so i have no idea what the opinions are. uh. i read the books just because i wanted to see more of daud tho <3 hes also probably one of the first characters i really liked that has prominent facial scars and that has kinda left an impact on me… a LOT of my faves have facial scars in some way

music i associate with them (if any) this question is gonna be the death of me huh. instead im going to theorize what kind of music he would like. which im thinking of something quiet, lots of strings, relaxing. somber. but he thinks its peaceful and pretty <3

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight god no way.

the boss my general perception of them i miss her… i wish we got to see more of her. im gonna have to replay mgs3 huh. i REALLY wish we had gotten that cobras prequel smh… i want to know more but also its fun to theorize with what little we DO have. i like to think she was a strict mom, but very rarely would go absolutely buck wild because she knew she needed and so did everyone around her <3

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact not a FUN fact but. hrm. i dont think ive ever drawn her… i should fix that.

music i associate with them (if any) snake eater of course. for some reason ALSO heavens divide even though she doesnt really show up in peace walker. i dont know any russian ballet music but i think she would listen to that because of the sorrow <3

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight no. i wouldnt even try.

majima answered here!

#jazz noises #inbox #coffeemakesmeahappybean

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elytrafemme · 3 years ago

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Cghostboo is literally two halves like floating around while his legs run around somewhere else. It was quite a shock for ctubbo the first time they met after saving Micheal_B to see only a single floating half of his husband.

Micheal_B hides things in his eye socket. Just it’s a good place to hide the jewelry he steals. He also like stealing gold. He’s a piglin after all

When cTommy got back from exile he hogged and stored food away. Often having it in his pockets. He also looked like he had aged seven years and he didn’t sleep well. Alone especially. He would constantly stand in the corners of rooms so he could see everyone and would jump/wince if someone caught him off guard. He still isn’t one hundred percent out of most of these habits.

Ctubbo has multiple toes. And on of his eyes glows. Because of an accidental toxic nuclear spill when he was building those nuclear weapons. He hides both his eyes because cjshlatt used to say that eyes are the window to the soul and he feels exposed when people can see them. Also doubles as a fashion style with his long bangs covering his face and hidig his burn scars. Also when cranboo was alive they didn’t need to worry about accidental eye contact.

Ctubbos burn scars are extensive and he used to wake up from nightmares about getting them. The eye on that side is only half functional and his ear is completely deaf.

CWilbur can’t see the color blue.

CTommy wears a blue sweater that he made for himself from friends wool as well as many patches on it given to him by Tubbo Ranboo and Niki.

Cdream always has had long hair and he’s very narcissistic about it. Constantly taking care of it but while in jail with the lack soap and hot water it has become sort of disgusting. Also it’s white. Result of revival book usage/exposure.

I have more but if I don’t send this it’ll delete so

THAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY IMAGINE YOURE JUST LIKE. IMAGINE YOU'RE C!WILBUR IN THE BURGUR VAN AND THEN SUDDENLY YOU SEE TWO LEGS RUNNING AT YOU

king shit tbh i mean if you have the space might as well

this hc hurts me personally and i'm calling my lawyers /j no but you're right like. the trauma response of making sure you can see everything 1000% makes sense and. yes you're so right basically.

oh i actually think that's really fucking cool like. yeah that's really fucking cool. i had never heard an hc about like nuclear damage to his body before and i can't say i know much about the medical side of that aside from inherited complications but all in all yes. and i agree as well with the c!tubbo scarring

see you guys drop small sentences and i think oh this is a light hearted hc and then i think about it for two seconds long and im like. wait Blue. wait c!wilbur and blue. Wait

OH MY GOD YES PATCHES... so much love can be stored in the patches u wear on ur clothes fr

vain is probably the better word for that but yes i think c!dream with long hair is a kind of neat hc. plus im a big fan of him having really white hair as well

#nightmare.ask #chase tag :d #ask to tag #eye trauma tw #eye gore tw #just in case i think that would be the worst one but lmk otherwise

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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get to know the blog!

I had to do it on my main because I couldn't copy the entire post rip @banana-binbin why cant i tag u wtf LMAO

Rules: answer questions and tag another blog you would like to get to know better.

Tagging: @seasideheeseung @tinisprout @saltyboyz @haechanhues

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what day is your birthday? April 12

what’s your favorite color? blue or white

what’s your lucky number? 4, 8 and 12 (sometimes 9)

do you have any pets? i used to have a hamster named pepper <3

how tall are you? 163cm/5'4 ish

how many pairs of shoes do you have? too fucking many - i own 2 pairs of converse, 1 vans, 1 adidas, 2 charles and keith, 1 superga, and like 5 shoes that isn't of a specific brand (the kinds you buy at cotton on/general stores)

favourite song? too many

favourite movie? the bucket list, interstellar, marley & me, spirit the stallion of the cimarron

what would your ideal partner be like? no clue but i definitely do lean towards a guy who's not really afraid of putting himself out there, someone passionate and considerate, someone who will stand up for himself, someone who's got situational awareness and has a credible EQ (cause i fucking hate it when a person cant read a room or says things without thinking), someone who's athletic/isnt a caveman LMAO and it'll be nice if he can out-alpha my ass some day because I'm too alpha irl for my own good HA

do you want children? if they are on 4s and covered with fur and cant speak then yes

have you gotten in trouble with the law? no

bath or shower? bath

what color socks are you wearing? I'm not wearing socks LMAO

favourite type of music? no clue, probably jazz or lounge or r&b tbh. the only time i listen to anything more hyped is when I'm dancing

how many pillows do you sleep with? too fucking many HAHAH i have 1 for my head, another rectangular pillow to hug and one big bolster to hug too, i have a tiny baby pillow and like 8 plushies on my bed LMAOOOOOO

what position do you sleep in? usually on one side, outer leg thrown over the pillow and ill hug something to sleep

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? omg honestly anything, because im a light sleeper. someone walking in (even when the door's open), or picking something up, can wake me up

what do you have for breakfast? i didn't have breakfast LMAO

have you ever tried archery? nope

favourite fruit? no clue. probably strawberries or mango or passionfruit esp in drinks

favourite swear word? oh HAHAHAH I'm really inclined to saying 'fuck me' or 'fuck' LMAO i also know a couple of malay/canton/hokkien swear words too

do you have any scars? i have almost-unnoticecable scars on my knees cause i was an active kid and also fell a lot, i have scars on my shins from skating boots being strapped too tight, i have a scar on my lower back because i was playing hide and seek once and rammed my spine into a corner, i have a scar on my second toe on my right foot because my friend was chasing after me with champagne and i tripped on the stairs and tore the skin right off

are you a good liar? depends LMAO

what’s your personality type? INFJ-T

what’s your favorite type of girl? the ones who know how to stand up for themselves BUT aren't a know-it-all

innie or outtie? innie

left or right handed? right

favorite food? idk i eat anything i don't hate LMAO

favourite foreign food? NO CLUE I EAT ANYTHING THAT LOOKS GOOD AND SMELLS GOOD ANDADDF

are you clean or messy? I'm a backhanded neat freak as long as it doesn't bother me

most used phrase? these days it's 'stop bullying me'

how long does it take you to get ready? depends on where I'm going

do you talk to yourself? nope

do you sing to yourself? mhm

are you a good singer? nope

biggest fear? not succeeding in my future career prospects

are you a gossip? depends

do you like long or short hair? both is fine

favourite school subject? literature/writing

introvert or extrovert? introv

what makes you nervous? bullying

who was your first real crush? the kid in my kindergarten LMAO

how fast can you run? p fucking fast actually i clocked in 11 seconds for a 100m shuttle run

what colour is your hair? dark brown

do you like your own name? ehhhhh idk man 'dana' was named after dana scully from the x files and she's beautiful and smart but like ?? and then my Chinese name means sensitivity and fluidity (as in water) but like ????? HAHAHA

what makes you angry? too many things LMAO

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? if i had any, I've always wanted 1 each but i don't want kids so-

what are your strengths? i think i crack people really easily, like people generally open up to me pretty quickly

what are your weaknesses? I'm a bit of a pushover irl, i cant really say no and i take up a job whenever someone needs help

what’s the color of your bedspread? teal with green cacti

what’s the color of your room? white and blue!

#dana's tag games

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smalltragedy · 4 years ago

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* natalia dyer, nonbinary + she/they | you know philomena carmichael, right? they’re twenty-one, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a day? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to oo-de-lally by roger miller like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole wind whipping around your hair, the gentleness of decomposition, a naked blur dancing around the flames of an everlasting fire thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is april 20th, so they’re a taurus, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hiii im back ... tentatively .. looks at u all ominously

CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION, DEATH, GRAPHIC MENTION OF DECAY, INSECTS MENTION TW.

mini playlist.

oo-de-lally / roger miller, wonderfully bizarre / bendigo fletcher, dust in your pocket / glass animals, gecgecgec / 100 gecs, nantes / beirut, cherry-coloured funk / cocteau twins, not allowed / tv girl, space song / beach house, dog food / 100 gecs.

statistics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

birthday: april 20th, 2000.

zodiac: taurus sun, scorpio moon, aries ascending.

temperament: improvisor / phlegmatic.

label: the halycon.

sexuality: demisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

cancer tw // it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long. end of cancer tw //

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

depersonalization / derealization tw // it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs. depersonalization / derealization end of tw //

death, decay. maggots tw // there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot. end of death, decay, maggots tw //

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

after ending up with warrants from their arrest in florida (after running from the law in texas), philly and elektra have wound up at irving <3 partially hiding from the law and partially bcos their trusty van’s broken down and they haven’t got the money to fix her up yet.

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been.

currently living in florence, their van, with her sister elektra <3 currently residing in lilac ridge.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. (smirks at leo)

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her (besides elektra).

has a certain knack for getting animals to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay.

wanted plots.

speaking through my third eye ... ;; philly is new in town n shes very strange. constantly lives in a state in which she does not exist (at least on the same plane). this is her harassing the locals. this is her slipping thru their fingertips as they attempt 2 understand her. they get close smtms bt philly jst. whisks herself away.

hollows of our eyelids ... ;; perhaps there is smbdy jst as strange as philly. i’m out here calling fr all the weirdos. lets be friends. lets hv philly n co go on adventures n discover horrible sites n uncover ancient secrets tht lie deep below irving. mayb nt tht. bt im jst saying. this is fr the dreamers. da weirdos. the jugheads. LHKDSHFSADLKGFHLSKADG fr those who also feel as if they r not real.

bills n aches n blues... ;; ya this is my call fr all negative plots. bills (catching philly be a thief and a fraud), aches (mayb heartache? unrecruited feelings or w/e theyre called?), n blues (ooooh so sad... so sad ... angst ...) obviously i am a genius. i wldnt say tht philly is here 2 make enemies bc philly doesnt care much abt ppl bt perhaps tht cld b an issue. tht she doesnt care much abt others. mayb ur muse is jst like. cn u pls care. n philly is like. i am incapable. sry. sucks.

n also ,, ;; like. anything i’ll. take anything. philly is weird lets come up w surreal plots tht verge on the edge of like. nt being correct fr this verse. suddenly theres vampires? or so they think ... smirks. anyways. shes been 2 jail n been in the circus n dances naked in the woods n hoards animals n treasures. we hv a lot to work with here obv.

#irvingintro #cancer tw #death tw #decay tw #maggots tw #dissociation tw #depersonalization tw #derealization tw #trauma tw #:D

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ethoslut · 5 years ago

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I ALWAYS wanted someone to write a gridoc fic based on the sentence 'all is fair in love and war's -@gridoc

@gridoc taggin ya so u can see it uwu (also ik i said imma write a short fic but here we go apparently im unable to write short fics but i also dont think you’ll mind sdfghj)

“Grian.”

Grian groaned loudly and turned to the other side. His RV bed wasn’t big, but thank god it was big enough to turn and curl up to hide from the outside world.

“Grian, come on, dude, the guys are up to something.”

He groaned even louder, hoping that whoever’s trying to wake him up will understand that he is not about to move.

“C’mon, dude, it’s Doc and Scar, they’re doing a thing.”

Grian moved back to his other side, facing the person speaking. He opened his left eye, just enough to see who it is - it was Ren, his hair tied even messier than usual. His flower crown was still on, which made Grian laugh inside. Of course it was.

“Finally, dude, you need to move, I can’t handle that, need to go back to the fantasy district and Impulse is busy restocking iTrade.”

“Convince me.” Grian stuck his tongue out a little and closed his eye again.

“Well, I don’t know, they’re doing something around Falsewell…” Ren started. Grian groaned once again, still not convinced to move.

“Dunno, hoped you’d be a good friend and help me check it out?”

“Nope. Not moving.” Grian hid under his covers. There was no way he’s leaving the bed.

“Uh, I don’t know, dude, they both started wearing suits and dark sunglasses?”

Grian opened his eyes again. “Suits?”

“Yeah, they’re like, cosplaying Men In Black or something, I don’t know, Scar’s sniffing around Falsewell and Doc’s working on their security or something, we could split and check them one on one.” Ren rolled his eyes. “Of course they have to be super extra with everything they do.”

Grian finally sat up. “Okay, sure, I can do it. But you owe me. You owe me big time.”

Ren laughed. “So, helping your friend isn’t enough but seeing Doc and Scar in suits is?”

“Shut up, I have my reasons.” Grian sighed and stood up from his bed and grabbed his pair of jeans and looked around for a fresh shirt. He didn’t feel uncomfortable changing with Ren in the room - he barely felt uncomfortable around Ren, to be honest. They got really close since the whole Hippies thing started.

“Your reasons being… Dudes in suits?”

“Ren, shut up, I’m only doing this so you’ll let me sleep later.” he said with a smile, grabbing a fresh shirt.

“Yeah, sure.” Ren laughed and watched Grian try and fix his hair in the RV window. “So, I’ll go to Falsewell and check out what’s Scar’s up to, and you’ll deal with Doc and his things at the entrance?”

Grian froze for a moment. Yeah, he was comfortable around Ren, but explaining to him why he’d prefer to not be one on one with Doc was slightly out of his comfort zone. “Can’t I get Scar? You’d do better with Doc, you two had the whole stock exchange thing going, right?”

“We did, and that’s exactly why I’m taking Scar”

Grian rolled his eyes. “You do have your own reasons for sending me to Doc, don’t you?”

“You know.” Ren started. “I’ve heard Doc has kind of a, how do I word this, soft spot for you. You could use that to our advandage and get some info on what they’re both up to.”

Grian stiffened up again. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you’re not really that dumb, I know you know what I mean. You could put that soft cute boy powers of yours to a good use” Ren said, and Grian groaned at his words. “Remember, all is fair in love and war.”

“There’s no love going around, Ren.” Grian scoffed, ignoring Ren’s comment about his supposed powers.

“Sure. I bet you’re just too scared to do it.” Ren winked and left Grian’s van, ending with Grian having no choice but to go check out what’s Doc up to.

—-

Grian walked towards the Area 77 main gate and leaned on one of the walls. Doc still hasn’t noticed him, busy on putting up redstone contraptions.

“Hi, Doc!” Grian exclaimed, loudly enough for Doc to hear, and hear he did - he immediately bolted up, hitting his head on the block above him.

“Grian.” he said, smiling. It didn’t feel like a friendly smile. “What do you want?”

“Just passing by.” Grian shot him a wide smile, the kind of smile that makes your eyes crinkle. “Redstone work?”

“You know, I feel like you came here to figure out my redstone to break in later.” Doc said, completely ignoring Grian’s words; Grian shook his head and laughed. Ren said he couldn’t do it, so there’s no way in hell he’s failing - he will come back to the hippie camp with all the info he could get. He just has to prove Ren wrong, especially now that he basically challenged him.

“Nah, too lazy to pay attention. There’s something else distracting me. Or someone, more like it.” he winked, the smiled not leaving his face. He still wasn’t fully comfortable saying things like that, but well, he can’t lose the challenge Ren gave him.

Doc shook his head. “Grian, come on, what do you want?”

Grian blinked twice, the smile slightly fading for a moment. It was a perfect opportunity to mess with Doc a little more, but he had to think about it for a split second. He decided to screw it. “Oh, I don’t know. You, maybe?”

Doc furrowed his brows and shook the redstone off of his hands. He didn’t understand what’s going on with Grian, maybe the weird mushrooms that grow around the hippie camp got to him? Unless… Oh. Oh. He smiled. He understood what’s going on now, and no matter that every single part of him told him to not do it, he decided to join Grian’s game.

“Oh, okay.” he smiled widely, leaning back and looking Grian in the eyes, making the shorter guy shift his weight. Perfect. “My rates start at a hundred diamonds per hour, depending what you need done it will probably go up. Also, let me know what it is, I have policies on what’s not acceptable.”

Grian laughed. That wasn’t quite the response he expected. He pushed himself off the wall and took few steps forwards. “Well, inform me on what your offer is first?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Well.” Doc started, acting like he’s thinking heavily and also stepped towards Grian, opening up the top of his coat slightly, makign it look like an accident. Two can play that game, he thought. “The offers pretty wide, so I’m pretty sure whatever your needs are I’ll be able to give you satisfaction.”

Against his will, Grian carefully watched Doc’s fingers play with the buttons of his clothes. He swallowed heavily. Crap. Not what I expected. He couldn’t complain, though. He had to get over his feelings. “Soo…” he said, playing with his hair. “You guys wearing suits now, huh?”

Doc laughed. “What, you wanted to see me in it for long?”

“Not really, no.” Grian said and looked Doc down from head to toe, stopping his gaze in stragetical places for just a split second too long to be considered casual and stepped even closer. He was just outside the Area 77 border, leaning forwardson his elbows on the barrier. “Would prefer you without it.”

Walking even closer to Grian, he leaned on the barrier from the other side. “Well, I don’t think that’s impossible to arrange.” he said, smirking.

“Oh.” Grian let out on accident. He considered bailing, abandoning the mission, telling Ren he couldn’t, but he didn’t. He’s come this far, he might as well dig his grave even deeper. He walked under the barrier and stood right in front of Doc and looked up to see his face. “Let’s make the arrangement, then.”

Grian could see Doc looking around, and he thought he took it too far. But then he heard Doc say “Oh, fuck it.”, and then he felt Doc’s hand on the back of his head grabbing his hair oh so very lightly, and then Doc’s lips were on his, and he was too taken aback to kiss back, and then it was over.

“I’m, uh-” Doc stumbled on his words and straightened up. “I’m sorry-”

“No.” Grian interrupted. “No sorries.” he said, standing on his tip toes to reach Doc and kiss him back. “No sorries.” he repeated.

Doc laughed awkwardly. “We really shouldn’t be doing this, should we?”

“Oh, who cares.” Grian said. “So…” he looked up at Doc with the best attempt at puppy eyes he could do. “About the Area info?”

Grian felt Doc’s hand in his hair again, this time ruffling it up. “God, you really need to get what you want, don’t you?”

Grian smiled widely. “What can I say, I’m kind of a needy guy.”

—-

When he came back, he saw Ren sitting near the campfire.

“Took you long enough, huh?” Ren said, his eyes sparkling. “Did you at least get any info?”

Grian smiled. “Yup. I did.” he sat next to Ren. “Also, you might’ve been right.”

“Oh?” Ren raised his eyebrow. “What was it this time?”

“Shut up.” Grian punched him in the arm and chuckled. “Uhm, there might be some love going around.”

“Wow.” Ren said, making the “o” long. “Who could’ve ever guessed.”

Grian rolled his eyes in response; he couldn’t give Ren the satisfaction of being right, now, could he?

send me a song/prompt + a ship!!

#i would put it under read more but i cant coz its an ask lmao #also!!!! i hope this is okay #coz honestly its. the first hermitcraft fic ive ever written #hermitshipping #gridoc #fics

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leverage-ot3 · 5 years ago

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notable moments from The Stork Job

leverage 1.06

Joe: Where is he? What have you done with him?

Dana: Why haven't you returned our calls?

Joe: Did you think we'd just go away?

Dana: We’ve given you the money. What else do you want? (approaches Irena) What have you done with Luca?!

(thug grabs Dana and pushes her aside)

Joe: Dana!

(Joe goes to help Dana and is stopped by the thug. Joe punches the thug, who then beats him into the ground as Irena and Nicolas walk away. Thug leaves, and Dana crawls to his side)

yo can we take a moment to respect and love these parents??? like technically luca was just a kid they were going to adopt but these two were ready to THROW DOWN for him because even though they didn’t really know each other, he was going to be their kid if that’s the last thing they did

- - - - -

Dana: $120,000. We had to take a second mortgage out on the house.

Nate: Well, we can get the money back.

Dana: We don't want the money. All we want is Luca.

Nate: Right. (looks at picture of Luca)

we love to see the clients being noble as hell

- - - - -

Eliot: Are we seriously considering this, huh? Swiping a kid?

Nate: Yeah, well -- What happened to you?

Eliot (scrapes on his face): Well, how was I supposed to know it was a lesbian bar?

...I bet it was from something fucking stupid

eliot “distinctive” spencer would have known it was a lesbian bar

(edit: I heard that on the commentary for that episode CK got the injury from trying to play football while wearing cowboy boots and honestly what a chaotic fav)

- - - - -

Eliot: How do we even know this kid is an orphan?

Parker: See him pocketing those cookies? He’s hoarding food. That bag on the table -- he keeps his essentials light and portable. He knows he's gonna be taken away at any moment. And there, when she goes to touch him, he flinches. He’s expecting… for her to... Trust me. He’s an orphan.

parker’s Tragic Backstory™ is about to be told in 40 minutes, let’s go

- - - - -

Sophie: Hey, can we -- can we stop off in Paris on the way?

Nate: Uh... maybe on the way back.

Sophie: Cool

sophie loves paris and was so happy and excited im-

- - - - -

Parker: Yes. And she's with someone.

Eliot: That’s never stopped me before

parker, rolling her eyes: bruh

- - - - -

sophie being “princess magda of slovenia” rb if u agree

- - - - -

Nate: You know, just hurry up.

Hardison: It’s not so fun working in the crappy command center, is it? No, see, you're usually off doing your European spy thing. Well, welcome to my world.

(Computer shows facial recognition program working on picture Eliot sent. Hardison offers Sophie a bottle of pop)

Hardison: Orangescu?

even in a foreign country hardison manages to get something akin to orange soda

- - - - -

Sophie: Who was it? -- Dagmar from the car-rental place was a lovely girl, but listen, Irina’s a professional grifter. She's gonna see straight through your moves. She does this for a living. You know, gets people to like her and trust her, even to fall in love with her. She doesn't do this for sport.

Nate: Mm. Sounds like someone I know.

s a v a g e

- - - - -

Nicolas: Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Tell me, Hardison, what brings you to Serbia?

Hardison: Oh, do my fangs and cape frighten you

hardison being Done™ with a skeevy guy hitting on parker and making jokes to ease the tension 🥰

- - - - -

parker says that sleeping is one of her hobbies and honestly bitch me too

- - - - -

Parker: It’s amazing how far Serbia’s come, but the scars must still be there. I mean, all the families who suffered during the war.

Nicolas: Yes, but history always has its casualties.

Parker: Yes, but those families and those children.

Nicolas: It’s tragic, yes. But the strong, the smart, the... the beautiful, they survive.

[Flashback]

(Joe, Dana and Luca on home move.)

Joe: Smile!

Dana: Smile.

(A young Parker swinging, cuts to Luca sitting in the car that will take him away, cuts to young Parker on a merry-go-round, cuts to Luca being driven away)

Woman: What’s wrong?

(a young Parker in a car holding her bunny, cuts to Nicolas driving the car that takes Luca away)

Nicolas: It’s time to go.

[American Embassy]

Nicolas: Not everyone is worth saving.

(Parker gropes behind her and grabs a fork from the table, stabbing Nicolas with it. Everyone in the room looks in their direction)

parker’s past is developed a lot in this episode and we love to see it + bby you can stab anyone you want

- - - - -

parker fucking yeeting out the window is me after I do anything remotely embarrassing

- - - - -

Eliot: I’m lucky to have you on such a short notice. (takes paper from man) Zhavaliti. Is that right? Zhavaliti? Thank you? See? Yeah? No? Welcome to the set.

Hardison: Fire in the hole!

(Hardison sets off explosion of flame behind them)

Eliot: Yeah, it's exciting, isn’t it?

Irena: yes.

Eliot: That guy's our special-effects guy. He ain't all there.

friendship means gently bullying each other

- - - - -

Parker (sits down near prop truck): This is ridiculous.

Hardison (sits down next to her with fake gun): Tell me about it. We’re supposed to believe these are real?

Parker: This is what he expects me to do, fetch scripts and water?

Hardison: No, it's a trust thing. He just needs to know that you’re gonna go along with the game plan.

Parker: Yeah, yeah. I get it; we're a team.

Hardison: A little more than a team. I’m just saying

this was such a big episode for parker and her opening up to the team (hardison in specific)

- - - - -

Hardison (picks up papers): Sophie, are you -- seriously, Sophie. It was supposed to be a two-page scene between Irina and a boy.

(Eliot grabs pages)

Sophie: That’s still the heart of it.

Eliot: "The heart of it"? There’s like 10 pages here! You have a stunt. You have special effects.

Parker: "Sister Magda crosses and gets a loaf of bread." Wait, who's sister Magda?

(Sophie rolls out dramatically wearing a nun’s costume while ethereal music is playing)

Hardison: Tell me you didn't see that coming.

(Eliot grabs the pages and walks away)

sophie: is dramatic

eliot: surprised pikachu face

hardison: ??? were you expecting something else

- - - - -

Sophie: Listen. All right, look, look -- look at all this. This is my world, okay? You need -- you need someone to, I don't know, crawl through an air duct, you call Parker. Bash her head in - Eliot. Internet porn -- Hardison. If you need someone to take over a movie, then...

Nate: yes, an -- an actor. Right

sOpHiE bRuH

poor hardison, he never gets enough credit

- - - - -

Nate: And... cut!

(everyone claps, Sophie sits up, smiling)

Eliot: She can't act.

Nate: She can act when it's an act.

Eliot (going to Sophie): Unbelievable.

Sophie Really?! Really?!

Eliot: Yeah, really. It was great.

eliot is such a supportive friend because literally his jaw dropped at her acting and literally the first thing he did when they said cut was rush over to her and compliment her

eliot is secretly a hype man disguised in many layers of gruff

- - - - -

Hardison: Just take it slow until she leads you to Luca.

Parker: I can't believe they sent you to babysit me.

Hardison: I’m here on my own

hardison cares about her so quickly I’m soft

- - - - -

parker’s haunted look and glassy eyes when she stumbles into the room with all the children? her heavy breathing? how she has to brace herself on a bed frame so that she doesn’t fall over? heartbreaking

- - - - -

[Harbor]

(van pulls to a stop and Parker and Hardison get out, Parker pacing nervously)

Parker: This isn't just an adoption scam.

Hardison: I know. I already called Nate.

Parker: These are arms dealers, and they're using the orphanage for cover.

Hardison: I already called Nate. Now, look, we can go over this with the others back at the hotel.

Parker: We have to bail.

Hardison: No. no, no, no. What about Luca and the others? We can't leave them like that.

Parker: Why not?

Hardison: You don't mean that.

Parker: You think this is the only crappy orphanage in this place? This is a country full of orphans, okay? We can't save them all.

Hardison: No, but we can save this one. Parker, we can -- we can save this one. Look, I know growing up was tough. I-I know that you -- you grew up in the system. It was -- it was bad. I know. It was, it was worse than bad, but that doesn't mean that all foster parents are monsters. Mine wasn't.

Parker: You grew up with your grandmother.

Hardison: We called her "nana," but she was our foster mom. She, uh... she -- she would cuss like a sailor. The old girl would tan your ass just as soon as look at you. But -- but she fed us, she bathed us, she put a roof over our head. And, oh, she would raise hell if you so much as looked at us crooked.

Parker: Yeah?

Hardison: Yeah.

Parker: Well, you were lucky. No. We’ll put these kids in the system, and odds are, they're gonna -- they're gonna... (trying not to cry) they're gonna turn out like me.

Hardison: I like how you turned out.

(Parker breathes hard, getting control of herself)

Hardison: Let’s go

this whole conversation was a lot meta wise but also this was one of the real defining moments in their relationship in s1. it’s also one of the first times parker starts to open up to the team for real, even if it’s only hardison

also, I personally will never get over the “I like how you turned out”

- - - - -

Hardison: I ran humpty and dumpty through the usual databases. Chechen separatists. Seriously bad dudes.

(Eliot chuckles)

Hardison: After reading their bios, I don't think I’m ever gonna sleep again.

Eliot: Never tell a Chechen his sister has a nice smile. Trust me

eliot is an idiot

- - - - -

Nate: Okay, let's go. (leads Luca forward)

Sophie (in Serbian): Everything’s going to be okay. Do you understand?

Eliot: Maybe this will help.

(Eliot leads Luca over to the Mortons)

Dana: Hi, Luca. Do you remember us?

(Luca smiles, Dana hugs him)

Dana: Thank you.

Joe: Thank you so much. Come on.

(The Mortons and Luca get in their car)

Eliot: I got to tell you, I had my doubts at first, this feels pretty good

and the eliot-being-soft-around-kids saga B E G I N S

- - - - -

parker trying her best to translate but just making the kids giggle

“men will sadden you” same

and what gets the kids up and going? Haagen-Dazs

- - - - -

fierce, determined parker beating up scumbags is my sexuality

parker isn’t violent a lot in terms of being anywhere close to the team’s fighter/hitter, but she fights so hard for the kids in this episode and it’s one of the only times we see her fight fight and that shows just how much she cares

- - - - -

Parker: Shh, shh, be quiet, they have armed guards at that door.

(door bursts open and a man falls through. Eliot stands in the doorway, looking angry)

Sophie: No, they don't

her team always has her back, even if they’re angry at her trying to go at it alone

- - - - -

parker spreading herself out to cover as much space as possible, bracing herself to get shot over and over with the hopes that at least none of the kids will im-

she’s so selfless sksjdnnsns

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eliot being all gruff that things happened the way they did but smiling at the exploding building because they did it and the kids were safe

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THE FUCKING PROP TRUCK PLAYING SPOOKY AND WEREWOLF NOISES AS THEY DRIVE AWAY JUST TO MOCK THEM

bonus: nate’s “anD CUT”

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Parker: Hey, how did you know I’d be at the orphanage?

Nate: Thank Hardison for that. (follows Eliot)

Hardison: You know you could have gotten killed. Did -- did you even have an exit strategy?

Parker: I didn't really think that far ahead.

Hardison: You don't work alone anymore. You know that, right?

Parker: I know.

Hardison: We're a team…?

Parker: We're a little more than a team.

this important conversation but also HARDISONS SMILE

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Parker: (gets on the van) Hey, Nate. I have to tell you something.

Nate: What is it?

Parker: We have to stop at Hagen Daaz.

Children: Hagen Daaz!!!

after all that they deserve like a billion pints of ice cream

#leverage #the stork job #leverage 1.06 #leverage 1x06 #notable moments #mine #leverage season 1 #season 1

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philomenafm · 5 years ago

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(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

stats

favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

and life continues as normal.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;; someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;; someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

#yatesintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #death tw #dissociation tw #maggots tw #murder mention

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mononyann · 5 years ago

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a while back people requested that i share some of my headcanons for certain bnha characters, so here's some of the characters that i did

Shota Aizawa

- he absolutely has at LEAST 3 cats, he spoils the heck out of them too. that's why he's always eating those gel packs... he spends too much on his cats.

- he really does love his class. and we all know honey??? u haven't expelled any of them. ur soft for them ok.

- he likes to sleep with his cats bc he gets lonely at night... he will not admit it, but he likes having someone/something there :)

- he has reuccuring nightmares about the usj attack and how he could have failed to save his students

- has a very low alcohol tolerance and often ends up getting dragged back to his apartment by mic or midnight when they go out whilst he rambles and whines the entire time

- he hates crying and tries his best to keep his emotions held in, he's only cried in front of a select few people

- he tries not to let others opinions on him rule his life and tends to block it out if someone hates him

- he doesn't know it, but he is the entirety of class 1-a's dad.

- he really likes tea, and dislikes sweets

- as you would expect, he takes his coffee black

Hanta Sero

- he really likes kpop! he stans multiple groups and really wants to attend a concert

- though he seems really chill on the outside, he's actually quite sensitive and has some self confidence issues

- he loves being around people and finds that he gets his energy from being around those he loves

- definitely into e-boy fashion, and he is open about it

- pierced his own ears at 3 am and called kaminari crying about how he screwed it up

- he actually likes to draw a lot in his free time, it's very relaxing. he puts on some nice low-fi music and draws for hours

- he hasn't had many crushes in his life and doesn't find romance to be a big issue currently, but he's open to anything

- accidentally taped his hamster to the ceiling in 2nd grade, he didn't mean to and cried for hours (the hamster was ok)

Nemuri Kayama

- she is a BRO, she likes to crack a cold one open with the boys on the weekends

- she is bisexual and thinks everyone is beautiful in their own unique ways

- most likely talks shit about her coworkers to her classes

- she thinks children are adorable and loves them, often scaring them with her enthusiasm

- very touchy, she loves hugs and will probably not pass up a chance to use you as an armrest if she has the chance

- she secretly worries about aizawa a lot and is scared that he lets the past effect him too much

- did you guys know she has a cat?!

- i like to think she and mic are like... EPIC bros, she loves to paint his nails and do his hair while gossiping with him (aizawa would NEVER let her do this to him lmao)

- she isn't a mom, but finds the idea of having her own children very nice, for now having a cat will suffice

- she enjoys trying to make all might flustered, she thinks his reactions to things are always very cute and funny (it's all in good fun!)

- she's the mom friend! though she may seem very sexual, which she undoubtedly is, she is also very caring and has a very nuturing motherly personality, she's a lot more than just fanservice !!!!!

Todoroki Shoto

- completely oblivious when it comes to love... he doesn't even understand his own crushes

- "of course you can borrow my credit card uraraka" *pulls out endeavors card which he sneakily took*

- would be the person to tell a child that their pet guinea pig didn't go to heaven and be confused when they start sobbing... like "what... don't be honest?"

- allows his friends to huddle up to his warm side when they are cold

- is confused when people show him copious amounts of love and affection

- he would beat up anyone if they tried to do ANYTHING bad to midoriya

- he wants more friends. he really is enjoying meeting new people and having some new friends at ua!

- he gives really good hugs, he doesn't try to hug you too tight, but he doesn't half ass it either, very nice and warm

- he hates his scar. like. a lot. he wants to cover it up so bad but it just doesn't work. he's afraid it'll make other people scared of him.

Shinsou Hitoshi

- loves patd! and fall out boy, a brendon urie STAN

- loves to kiss his kitties on the forehead but dreads human interaction

- he loves to squish his cats' toebeans... he takes pictures of them and posts them to his secret cat social media acc

- he is gay but doesn't know how to feel about it and/or come out, he's really nervous and doesn't trust people to accept him

- he doesn't smile often but when he does it's the cutest thing ever

- he secretly really likes deku and kaminari and is hesitant about accepting their friendship, but appreciates the gestures a lot

- he suffers with social anxiety and doesn't really know how to make friends very well??? like, in middle school people were total dickbags to him so he kinda just closed himself off and decided he was gonna like... not make friends, but now that there's nice people around him he just kind of- doesn't know how

- this is actually canon! but he feels guilty about having to manipulate people when he uses his quirk, during the 4th school briefs book he feels guilty when he overhears midoriya and ojiro talking about him using his quirk during the sports festival, and he's like "i wish ojiro would say something rude about me to show he's angry so i wouldn't have to feel so guilty about this" since ojiro showed no ill feelings towards him

Izuku Midoriya

- "hold on I'll go get a blanket!" *opens closet* *thousands of all might figurines tumble out*

- watches cat vine compilations until 2 am, than freaks out when he realizes it is 2 am

- very good with children!

- used to be very self conscious about his freckles bc of bakugou insulting them; hid them with concealer for a while until someone told him they were beautiful

- loves his momma so muchhh he would do anything for her, he likes to surprise her with small favors to see her happy

- does not understand the concept of letting people handle their own problems

- stays after to class to offer his teachers help

- he has a lot of self doubts and is still struggling to this day to come to terms with the fact that he is worthy of having one for all

- he wants to learn how to cook for his mom and friends

Kyoka Jirou

- she is a lesbian!!!!! she has a crush on momo but is completely convinced that it's unrequited

- struggled with judgmental kids in middle school because of her sexual identity and style

- gets very easily flustered by anyone complimenting her

- that one person sitting at the back of the bus with their earbuds blasting full volume

- was a GOD at guitar hero

- acts like she's fed up with kaminari's (which she can be sometimes), but truly he's one of the people she can trust the most. she secretly appreciates the way he hypes up her talents and how he really helps her through the day sometimes!

- she loves heroes so much... when she was a little girl and didn't know what to do she'd ask herself "what would my favorite heroes do!?"

- she also secretly buys hero merch but hides it in fear of her being seen as sappy

Amajiki Tamaki

- would have trouble standing up for himself but if he sees ANYONE messing with mirio he WILL throw hands

- likes to watch bob ross videos when hes feeling anxious

- he once went to a butterfly museum with his parents and cried out of joy when one landed on his nose

- leaves food out for strays in his neighborhood, ends up attracting an entire hoard of animals.

- he can paint very nicely, he began to paint after he discovered bob ross

- mirio then saw his paintings and showed the entire class to tamaki's dismay, but everyone absolutely LOVED them!!!

- every day he becomes more and more capable and sure of himself, he is still very anxious, but he's learning to open up and embrace his talents <3

- he really loves to listen to music and any time he's not around others he'll probably have earbuds in, gently swaying back and forth to whatever he has on

- nejire loves to try out new hairstyles on him, and strangely enough, tamaki lets her, he loves it when people play with his hair

Shirakumo Oboro

- shares one collective braincell with mic

- that one person that brings EVERYONE valentine treats on valentines day at school

- most likely plays ding dong ditch

- *draws stick figure* "ah yes. just like van goh" (he cannot draw)

- hates to see his friends (and even random strangers upset) and will go out of his way to do dumb things to make them smile

- probably played soccer

- he's a massive flirt and likes to believe he will become a stereotypical anime protagonist with a massive harem

- he really wants to see aizawa come out of his shell more and tries his best to encourage him to see the best in everything

- he has most likely worn a schoolgirl uniform to class once

- he's very affectionate and loves to hug his friends (even if they don't want hugs), it's his way of showing he likes people

Hizashi Yamada

- he lives off of caffeine. he is a teacher, pro hero, and radio show host, im honestly not sure how he does it

- gives out stickers when students get the correct answer in class and has class parties when they are well behaved for the semester

- just like everyone else, he has his own turmoil as well, he likes to stay busy because it prevents him from having a lot of time to dwell on the past

- he gives really good hugs, and loves to feel the touch of others, it's very comforting to him

- was probably pretty troublesome when he was very young while he learned to get control of his quirk

- overall a really happy and excitable guy, he loves being the center of attention and if he can make people happy by being what he is, that's awesome!

- he shows his appreciation for people in odd ways, but he always means good, even if his wild antics can be a bit stressful lol

- he likes to sing a lot and does it a bunch when he's alone, he can also play a lot of instruments

- he can be very serious if needed, he does often put on a persona when he's present mic

- when he's hizashi (out of hero persona) he's even more of a dork than usual, very goofy, awkward and pouty. a manchild.

OK so I reached my image limit, if u guys wanna see the rest I might post some more later PLUS feel free to request some in my asks, I don't really know how all that stuff works bc I'm kinda new to Tumblr but ILL FIGURE IT OUT

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deadmansgun · 4 years ago

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Positivity meme || Accepting

@coyotesteeth sent: 💞💘💕

Send 💞 and my muse will say something nice about your muse

John took a few minutes to think of what to say, it had been a long rocky road to get where things were now. He had his family and his Ranch, something he didn’t think he’d have. Johann had been the only friend left who didn’t leave America like Sadie and Charles did, going their own separate paths in hoping to try and make peace with life just like John did, he was glad to have someone else who had been through the fall of the Van Der Linde Gang with him.

He turns to look at his old friend after a drag of his smoke.

[{ ☠ }] - “Johann, I reckon I don’t say it much but, I’m real glad that you decided t’stick around. With Charles an’ Sadie gone out country livin’ their own lives, it’s nice havin’ someone I can talk about the old days with.” Eyes cast down briefly as he tosses his smoke down and crushes it with his boot before looking back up at his friend.

[{ ☠ }] - “Yer always welcome back at my Ranch in Beechers Hope, we’d love t’have ya there. Should come over fer dinner sometime, Jack asks about ya sometime, he’d be glad to see ya too.”

A quick pat on the shoulder as he begins his next sentence.

[{ ☠ }] - “An’ don’t worry, Abigail’s cookin’ might taste like it can kill a man, but I promise you ain’t gonna drop after eatin’.” A light chuckle after his sentence.

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First of all, Johann is an amazing OC, when I was reading your about, I was p moved by everything he had went through. It was so tragic, I felt soo bad for the ol’ Coyote with everything that woman put him through. To go through all that and still be able to be an amazing Outlaw despite his past scars is truly incredible, very motivating and especially inspiring. You have created a very beautiful Character my friend, very good job. It makes me wish he was an actual character in RDR2. Big props to the amazing character toy have created.

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We haven’t spoken too much OOC except our little conversation in the tag.

I’m the kind of person who can feel the vibes of other people if that makes sense? but I get a nice vibe from you. You seem like a very friendly person, creative too for making Johann. Def feel free to talk to me in the IM’s anytime, I may be a little slow sometimes, but I will always answer. Thank you for sending this and I hope you have a great evening. :)

#coyotesteeth #ᴠ; A Gᴏᴏᴅ Mᴀɴ Dɪᴇᴅ Fᴏʀ Mᴇ Iᴛ's ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ (Pᴏsᴛ-RDR2)#Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Rᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ: Asᴋ Aɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #//thanks again for sending in #:)#Long Post

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tatavangogh · 5 years ago

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50 Questions Tag

Thank you @penicillinjimin @vante-love and @sweetpeajeon for tagging me!! It always makes me happy to see ya’ll tag me in stuff 💕💜💕💜

what color is your hairbrush? its like tie-dye with orange yellow and pink

name a food you never eat: peas🤢

are you typically too warm or too cold?: Usually too cold because I’d rather be freezing then burning up

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: working on some assignments for my classes

what’s your favorite candy bar?: snickers!

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: I went to a harlem globetrotters game as a kid, does that count?? 😅

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “ Can i turn the ac on?” to my mom cause it’s freaking HOT jsdk

what’s your favorite ice cream?: mint chocolate chip (pls dont hate me namjoon!)

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water

do you like your wallet?: yep! It has little gold stars lining the outside and big enough to hold all my empty gift cards xx

what’s the last thing you ate?: hmm it was something last night i think pasta?

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: Nope! I’m trying to save up money because i went a little crazy buying things when quarantine started

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: I honestly have no idea 😂 i’m not really a big sports person

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: movie theater butter!

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: My friend and sister! We send hella tik toks to each other almost every night!

ever go camping?: Yeah during a school field trip in elementary school! One time was like a science trip thingy and the other was kiinda weird lol. We dressed up like we lived in the wild west and made our own butter and stuff

do you take vitamins?: yes

do you go to church every sunday?: no

do you have a tan?: No and lord knows i need one😭 i mean im black so i have a permanent one but still sdkld

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: pizza all day every day!

do you drink soda through a straw?: hmm i dont think i have

what color socks do you usually wear?: grey or black with different designs (my favs are my dino ones!)

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: I don’t go anymore than 5-10 mph above the limit

what terrifies you?: omg what doesnt?? One thing that people think is a weird fear is running out of gas skjd best believe my tank is always full x

what chore do you hate the most?: Doing dishes, omg it feels like its NEVER ENDING the dishes keep coming and coming 🥺

look to your left, what do you see?: my tv, law & and order is playing as always lol

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: koalas and the desert

what’s your favorite soda?: sprite!

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: recently just the drive thru or curbside

what’s your favorite number?: 36

who’s the last person you talked to?: my sister

favorite cut of beef?: hmm lol i dont know, any cut??😅

last song you listened to?: Still with you by jungkook ( GO LISTEN ITS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL🌹)

last book you read?: my elementary math book dsjk trying to figure out how to teach fractions to 4th graders is HARD

can you say the alphabet backwards?: probably not lmao, i would give up by like w or s

favorite day of the week?: Sunday!

how do you like your coffee?: I dont drink coffee but i love an early grey tea or black tea

favorite pair of shoes?: vans!

time you normally get up?: around 8am

sunrise or sunsets?: sunset🌆

how many blankets on your bed?: just one big duvet

describe your kitchen plates?:we usually use paper plates but when we run out we use these white square plates

describe your kitchen at the moment?: Clean! I clean it every morning before and after making my tea

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: SANGRIA omg i can drink these by the mfing gallon

do you play cards?: I actually have a solitaire app on my phone!

what color is your car?: Grande is white xx

can you change a tire?: Maybe if i had a youtube video or my dad with me!

your favorite state/province/county/city etc.?: Sacramento, California, it’s where i was born and whenever i visit it just feels so calming and familiar

favorite job you’ve had?: Working at Kohls with my sister, the managers were horrible but my coworkers made it so so fun

how did you get your biggest scar?: On my left hand I have a scare I got when I was taking bacon out the oven dskdj i accidentally touched the oven rack at the top and now im scarred for life, the bacon was good tho!!😂🥓

WOW okay that took awhile djkds but it was fun! Im going to tag- @cozysugaa @kookgyu @mintedmango @tearults @galaxiejoon 💜

#monets mutuals #if you read this all ur amazing xx

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stormcrawler75 · 6 years ago

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For the Hero/villain ideas: Patton as a villain who is always willing to watch out for young heroes (capture instead of kill, give them snacks, etc.)

This is part 1! Here’s Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Virgil groaned as he woke up. His head was pounding and it felt like he had been run over by a truck. Several times. Virgil tried to move his hands up from his sides to cup his head but his hands only twitched in response. He forced his eyes open and looked down at himself. He was covered head to toe in bandages and was lying down on a large bed. He raised to his head.

His stomach dropped. This wasn’t his room.

That was when the memory from the night before hit him. He had been called by one of the older heroes, The Prince, to help out with a group of thugs that The Prince thought had been hired by one of the city’s villains. He had asked Virgil to take care of them while he went after the villain himself.

Virgil had agreed. Even though he never handled the big name villains like the Prince, usually going after things that the big heroes didn’t have time for, but he wasn’t about to let these thugs walk around his neighbourhood and do whatever they wanted.

He had thought that everything was going fine. It was a small group of people unloading boxes from vans. Virgil had recognized the logos on the boxes as Dr. Logic’s. A man that had a history of selling to villains. He hadn’t hesitated to attack. It had been an easy fight, Virgil disarming the grunts easily and knocking them out. But it had been a setup. The first box he had opened up had released a violent electric shock up his body that had sent Virgil to the ground. He didn’t remember anything else after that.

Whoever had been brought those boxes had known that a hero would be coming to stop them. And had decided to keep Virgil as a little prize.

Panic started to set in. What were they going to do to him? His mask was gone so they probably knew who he was and his powers weren’t responding. This was a nightmare.

Virgil had heard stories about villains did to heroes, had seen some of the Prince’s scars. He hadn’t thought he’d ever had to deal with that sort of thing. Virgil didn’t deal with villains, he dealt with street crimes. He never thought that a villain would be coming after him. He never should’ve taken this job, he was going to be killed, tortured, picked apart piece by piece.

A whimper escaped Virgil when he heard a door creak open. He tried to steel himself for what he knew was coming next. He had to be strong, he had to be strong. Prince would come for him, he would. He just needed to hold out until then.

He looked around the room desperately for something that he could use to fight back but there was nothing. It was an empty room with only the bed Virgil was on, another door that had to hold something terrible in it, and a chair beside it to fill it. He tried to sit up but his muscles barely twitched. Had he been drugged?

The door swung open and Virgil shrunk back into his bed. Be brave, be brave, be brave.

A man, short built with blond curly hair walked in with a covered tray in his hands. He was wearing khakis pants and a blue polo shirt with a grey sweater tied around his shoulders. He looked over at Virgil and smiled happily when he saw Virgil looking back at him. “You’re awake! Good morning, Shadow!”

Virgil clenched his jaw and stared defiantly back at him. He went through the list of villains in his head and tried to match this man to one of them but no one stood out in his mind as this man. Maybe another member of the villain’s crew?

“I’m glad you’re awake,” the man sighed. “I’m so sorry that this happened. I thought that it was going to be The Prince who would be going after my crew, not you. I should’ve known better than to think that, especially since you tend to look out for that side of the city.” He kicked the door closed behind him and set the tray down on the tray.

“What’d you do to me?” Virgil asked. He cursed himself when he heard the waver in his voice, something that the man had picked up on, no doubt.

The man smiled at him reassuringly. “Just a shot that’ll keep you from moving for a while. I couldn’t have you running around my home, now could I, kiddo?”

Virgil tensed up when the man walked over to the closet and start rummaging inside. He glanced over to the tray on the chair and tried to imagine what could be under it. What was this man going to do to him?”

The man turned around with a pile of blankets, something that made Virgil blink in confusion. He watched as the man laid blanket after blanket over him, tucking him in as he went.

“My name’s Patton, by the way,” the man, Patton, chirped. “You’re gonna be here for a few days so I thought that I should tell you. It was going to get really awkward really quickly if I hadn’t. I wouldn’t want you to not know what to call me. So you can call me Patton, or whatever makes you comfortable.”

Virgil asked hesitantly, “And what does your boss call you?”

Patton paused in his task and stared at Virgil. Slowly, a smile grew on his lips and a bubbly laugh came out of him. “Oh, oh kiddo!” He shook his head in amusement. “I think you got me mistaken for someone else. I know that I don’t get out much and there aren’t many pictures taken of me so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t know you I am.”

He leaned over and brushed Virgil’s bangs out of his eyes. “I think you’ll know the name ‘Heart’ better than Patton.”

Virgil’s breath hitched. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

It wasn’t his luck that he had been caught by a bad guy. He had to be caught by the bad guy. The big one.

Heart was known by everyone. He was an Empath and one of the villains that every Hero knew to be on the lookout for. He was the villain that seemed to have a hand in everything that happened in the city. The real-life boogieman parents warned their kids about.

And now Virgil was his prisoner.

“No need to be scared, kiddo,” Patton cooed. “I know I have a bit of a reputation among Heroes but I’d never hurt a young one. You’re only fourteen, aren’t you?”

“How do you know that?” Virgil asked, fear rising. He was trembling, shaking now. Any chance of staying strong was slipping through his fingers and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to handle it if Patton started anything.

“I did some digging when my crew brought you in!” Patton sat on the edge of his bed and patted his limp hand. “Virgil Shae, fourteen years old, lives at the city’s Orphanage and is a freshman in High School. You got some cool powers there, kiddo, they’re really something else. You do great work with them!” He leaned over to the tray and uncovered it, placing the dome on the floor. On the tray, was a plate of orange slices and a cup of apple juice with a bendy straw bobbing inside.

Confusion replaced his fear and Virgil could only stare at the plate in bemusement. Was the juice laced with something? Was Patton just playing with him? “What are you playing at?” He asked with an edge in his voice. “When are you going to drop this act and start it?”

“It?” Patton cocked his head. “Kiddo, I think you’re confused. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re just gonna stay here for a few days while I wait for Prince to show his head.” He picked up an orange slice and popped it in his mouth. “I took another young Hero a few months ago. He was poking around one of my operations. I think his name’s Sleep. Did I hurt him?”

Virgil thought back to the story that Sleep had told him about his brief time as a prisoner of Heart. He hadn’t been hurt at all. Kept in a room with plenty of books and a Gameboy to keep him entertained. A minion would give him a plate of food every few hours and he was released after a few days. Sleep didn’t say much about it but was insistent on the fact that Heart had never touched him. Not once. He shook his head.

“See! I promise you’re safe.” Patton grinned and held an orange slice to Virgil’s lips. “Now, you haven’t eaten for a whole day now and you need to get something in your stomach. Eat.”

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“I’m telling you, Prince,” Virgil said in a bored voice. “No matter how many times you ask, the answer won’t change. He didn’t hurt me. I was drugged up for a few hours and I wasn’t able to move much or use my powers. The muscle thing wore off though and I was fine. I was given food and wasn’t touched.” He shrugged. “Heart gave me a DS to play around with.”

“What?!” Sleep crossed his arms petulantly. He was sitting on the edge of roof him, Virgil, and The Prince was standing on. Virgil was sitting a few meters away from him and Prince was pacing between them anxiously. “That just ain’t fair, gurl. He only gave me a Gameboy.”

“Sucks to be you,” Virgil drawled. Remy flipped him the bird in reply.

Prince stepped between them. “That’s enough. Now, are you sure he didn’t hurt you, Vee? You said he knew your name?”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, knew a lot about me. Knew where I live too.”

Prince sighed and shook his head. “That’s not good. He has both of your names now. Okay, I’m not taking any risks. I let you go back home, Rem, but now? You’re both relocating to my HQ. We need to keep you both safe. We might have to get you guys new IDs. This is such a mess.”

“He’s not that bad,” Virgil shrugged. “He seemed to like us, at least.”

Remy nodded. “Maybe he just doesn’t like you, Princey.”

Prince gasped dramatically and clasped his hands to his chest. “Everyone likes me! Heart just doesn’t appreciate my witty banter, that’s all!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and stood up. “Whatever, Princey. Now, are you gonna show us our new digs or not? I’m hungry. Patton might be nice but he didn’t give me many snacks except for orange slices.”

Remy grinned at him. “Sucks to be you. He gave me some pineapple.”

“What?! Lucky jerk!”

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smalltragedy · 4 years ago

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* natalia dyer, nonbinary + she/they | you know philomena carmichael, right? they’re twenty, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a day? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to the leanover by life without buildings like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole wind whipping around your hair, the gentleness of decomposition, a naked blur dancing around the flames of an everlasting fire thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is april 20th, so they’re a taurus, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hi thank u all fr being so patient w me as i rapidly switch out muses n figure out wht the fuck im doing atm <3 also sry fr my rare presence work hs been kicking my ass like lets jst say i deserve 2 b smbdy’s housewife (misogny wins this time sry) so i nvr hv to work in my life <3 DFSLKSDHKGLFSHLKAGHLKAHLKSG this is a joke 2 clarify. anyways. this is philly she’s old bt she’s one of my very favorites ever. this intro is also old sry its nt in my usual. style. LKDFKHGLKGF

CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION, DEATH, GRAPHIC MENTION OF DECAY, INSECTS MENTION TW.

mini playlist.

the girl who stole my tamagotchi ;; hot sugar / i dropped out ;; and the kids / pork soda ;; glass animals / wonderfully bizarre ;; bendigo fletcher / (dream) ;; salvia palth / alien blues ;; yundabar / dust in your pocket ;; glass animals / warm honey ;; willow / bela lugosi’s dead ;; bauhaus / gecgecgec ;; 100 gecs / blinding ;; florence and the machine / nantes ;; beirut / cherry-coloured funk ;; cocteau twins / not allowed ;; tv girl / oblivion ;; grimes / space song ;; beach house / dog food ;; 100 gecs / the leanover life ;; life without buildings.

statistics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

birthday: april 20th, 2000.

zodiac: taurus sun, scorpio moon, aries ascending.

mbti & temperament: infp & improvisor / phlegmatic.