#Jeremy doesn’t like being called by his surname

[ninyard]

One time Jeremy’s stepfather sneezed and Jeremy didn’t say bless you

I really can see a child version of Jeremy sobbing to his mom because he feels SO bad over this. Give me 9 year old Jeremy with an extreme sense of empathy who literally threw himself into meltdowns because he forgot to say thank you to someone who told him to have a nice day

[valleyfthdolls]

Movie!Cassidy is an Afton - an entirely speculative theory

(CW FOR DISCUSSION OF CANON TYPICAL HARM AGAINST CHILDREN)

A starting note

I do believe our little boy in Golden Freddy is named Cassidy, because Cassidy in the game universe is not confirmed female. Again I remind you all that Scott does not confirm fuck about these games. Fans have a tendency to claim their headcanons or whatever new fanon theories get popular have been confirmed to be canon. This is basically never true. Look at the semi-recent "Gregory is Scott's favorite" ordeal for an idea of how this information is shared in good faith and gets twisted nonetheless. Look at the comments under a fnaf au gacha life video for an idea of how people just straight up lie about that.

Cassidy in the games refers to himself as "he" and "him", we never see his physical appearance enough to make any judgment calls on his gender- any idea of his appearance is totally speculative, just like this theory- and most importantly, Cassidy is not exclusively a girls' name- it's actually a unisex name that started as a masculine one! It derives from the Irish surname Caiside, then became a masculine forename, then as it became anglicized as Cassidy it became unisex. In both modern day and the 80s, it is and was applicable as a boys' name.

Now, with that in mind, on to actual discussion of the Afton theory, and why I think movie Cassidy is one.

They look strikingly similar

Compare, for a moment, the appearances of Vanessa, William, and Cassidy. I'm using pictures of their actors because the pictures of them I could find online SUCKED.

William: Light skin, straight(?) brown hair, blue eyes. Vanessa: Light skin, straight blonde hair (though it's wavy in this picture, it's definitely straight for Vanessa), blue/maybe green eyes. Cassidy: Light skin, straight blonde hair, blue eyes.

The movie does suggest that Vanessa colors her hair blonde from brown (see: the brown roots), however, when she shows the photo of her childhood self and her father off to Mike, young Vanessa clearly has blonde hair as well.

And notably, her roots are just as blonde, suggesting that blonde was her natural hair color, but that it darkened as she got older, only for her to begin bleaching it back to its original color.

Now, blonde hair and blue/green eyes are both quite rare, but not rare enough that it's a dead ringer for a genetic connection. Hell, the Chica girl has blonde hair and blue eyes. However, Susie in the games has blonde hair and blue eyes, and Cassidy in the games very clearly has brown, and likely dark hair as well.

This makes the change to blonde with blue eyes very noticeable, and very noteworthy. And it’s a set of traits that he shares with Vanessa, as well as the notable blue eyes with William, as well as appearing to have a similar face shape.

Cassidy is inexplicably special

Cassidy is the first person who shares the image of Afton as Spring Bonnie with Mike when asked about who took Garrett. He seems more aware than anyone else of William, Garrett, William’s crimes, and what they’re doing.

When Mike asks who took Garrett, Cassidy responds by drawing a rabbit in the dirt- Spring Bonnie. (I will come back to this momentarily.) While the other kids believe Spring Bonnie is their friend, Cassidy seems to know the truth. He knows Garrett is dead, and offers Mike the chance to essentially see his ghost in exchange for Abby.

Furthermore, Cassidy doesn’t ever attack Abby, he doesn’t respond when William tells the children to wake up and go after her, and most interestingly-

Look at this image.

When Abby shows the missing kids what happened to them (in a scene I actually loved, btw, and I will take absolutely no criticism), you can see Jeremy in blue, Gabriel in the top hat, Fritz with the hook hand, Susie with long blonde hair, and… what I believe might actually be Garrett with dark hair and a red shirt. Because one thing is clear- that is not Cassidy.

Cassidy is not being controlled. He is fully aware, and he is angry. Hell, if you listen to his tone when he says “we want Abby,” it’s angry. Forceful. “We. Want. Abby.”

Again, Cassidy knows what is happening. He is angry and vengeful, and he’s the only one. So… why?

Well, honestly, this was my big qualm with the movie. Why was Cassidy special? In my eyes, there are four answers to this. He has a direct connection to William, a direct connection to Fazbear, a direct connection to every missing child that is unique to him, or he was the first or last of the missing kids. These would all set him apart. But we have no reason to believe he has a connection to FE, he was the fourth of the five missing kids as seen in the opening, and it seemed like the five of them were a group of friends. So what makes him special? He obviously knows or has something that sets him apart.

The imagery

Let me rewind now to when Mike first gets his answer about who took Garrett. He finds Cassidy in the woods and asks him for help remembering Garrett’s kidnapper. Cassidy responds by showing Mike a drawing of Spring Bonnie. Again, he knows that Spring Bonnie is evil, but more importantly here, he knows that Spring Bonnie took Garrett. Now, there are three ways he could know. One, process of elimination- the rabbit took him, so it took Garrett too. Two, assuming a relation to Afton, he saw or knew when this happened. Three, it was a matter of association.

Well, I actually doubt it was either of the first two. (You will see why this is not self contradictory in a second.) One, if it was because Spring Bonnie took Cassidy, well, Mike asked about Garrett, not Cassidy. For someone as obviously aware as Cassidy is, this is an obvious logical gap I doubt he’d make.

Two, Vanessa- Afton’s known daughter- didn’t know what happened to Garrett. When Mike asked- "asked"- if she knew, she said "not about Garrett." And while we don't have a clear timeline here (thanks Vanessa for your very ambiguous "in the 80s, kids went missing", we. we know), this was likely Afton's first kill. Meaning Cassidy was even younger then than he was when he died.

So, what do I mean by "it was a matter of association"? And how is this not self contradictory?

Well, assuming Cassidy didn't just. know Afton did it, what might have happened instead actually works even better with the idea that he knew Afton.

Compare the imagery here to that of the photo Vanessa shows Mike.

Spring Bonnie and the toy plane. If he saw Spring Bonnie and Vanessa with Garrett’s toy, seeing Garrett with that toy, he could assume that Spring Bonnie got it from him. Therefore, Garrett was taken by Spring Bonnie- Vanessa and Cassidy’s dad in the costume.

Their relationship

This one I’ll keep short. We only see Cassidy and William interact once. And it’s a very bizarre scene.

William is struggling, clinging to life, and Cassidy is standing, watching. Someone else said he was crying here, but I didn’t see it. Maybe, maybe not. I’m leaving that there. Either way, William reaches out to Cassidy, seemingly for help, and Cassidy shuts the door on him.

Watching the movie back and realizing Cassidy was never under William’s influence, this scene is… confusing, to say the least. Why would William reach for the help of the one child who was never under his thumb? What is he trying to appeal to? And why does Cassidy get the moment of being the one to shut the door on him?

Well, it’s obvious to see through Vanessa and the four missing children under his control that he is very clearly abusive to his children. Which isn’t a surprise to most, but anyway. Through the few minutes he and Vanessa are together, he berates her, strangles her, stabs her in the stomach and leaves her for dead, and Mike remarks that William “really messed [her] up”. He similarly berates and insults the missing kids, calling them pathetic and small. At the same time, however, he relies on his children to back him up. Vanessa is supposed to keep Mike from knowing anything and kill him if he gets too close. The animatronics are supposed to kill children and adults alike on his command. He leans on them. They are supposed to back him up.

And this would extend even to the one who he never controlled entirely if Cassidy was his son. His daughter let him down. His victims turned on him. But he still has one child left who hasn’t let him down. One who wasn’t there for him, but should be. Because that is the job of William’s children.

He reaches for Cassidy, the boy shuts the door on his murderer. The man who abused, betrayed, and slaughtered him all while he was meant to be his dad. William’s son is not going to clean up his messes now. He’s going to make him pay for them.

(ENDING DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS ALL SPECULATION! I know there are many other explanations. This is just the one I like and I wanted to share it!)

[sheetsonfire]

Dead and Waiting | Part 2

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions

Word Count: 4505

Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?

thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request <3

This is part 2, click for Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, EPILOGUE

-

You were officially security for the Burden family. You sat at your desk in the warehouse in nowhere Indiana, it was a defunct farming facility nestled far back in a fortress-like barrier of trees. With a gun in your holster, a radio across your chest and a plethora of documentation to make your eyes melt, you were in charge of vast crates of illegal but, most importantly, extremely dangerous goods. Everything from handguns to machine guns were lined up, ready to be loaded into trucks posing as a fake haulage company fleet. Your job was to sit like a mother hen over her eggs for the next few days, a mother hen strapped and ready to pop anybody that tried to take the babies. You sipped at your tepid coffee, wincing as it stung the cut on your lip from the altercation you had had the night before.

Raucous laughter coming from the back room interrupted your brief moment of pain. Jeremy Burden Jr was sitting with his so-called crew, playing poker and smoking weed. He had tried to make a move on you the night before, not that it was surprising that a little sewer rat like him would try it on with you, even when he did have Caitlin for a girlfriend. He didn’t take kindly to the way you dismissed him with sharp words that embarrassed him in front of his entourage, and so he had found you later to land a few punches before you had him on the floor with your gun in his face.

His father, Jeremy Burden Sr, had simply smiled wryly at his son's sneering and petulant complaining. He knew his boy was scheming and slithery, not in the way he would have liked either, and so whatever you had said or did to him was probably deserved. And thus this morning when you had said ‘Good Morning’ to the junior Burden with a smug smile he had no choice but to mumble an embarrassed ‘Morning’ before shuffling off into the far reaches of the warehouse. Knowing his dad would not be pleased if he tried anything with one of the security guards again, especially not the one he considered his best. 

You were working with a few guys and another woman, but you were by far the most diligent and organised of the group. As such, they were placed elsewhere around the property, and you were given the main staging area. As the laughter returned to background noise it left you to your thoughts once more. Thoughts of home, of the team, of Jay…

“Hey, Alfano.” That nasal voice made you struggle to bite back a comment, turning your head at the call of your fake surname.

“What?”

“You gonna get me and my boys some lunch, or what?” You scoff, gesturing to the paperwork you were preparing for transport; maps, routes and possible scenarios were all labelled and marked for you to present to Burden Sr tomorrow night.

Staring at Jeremy Jr like some sort of puzzle to solve, it still blew your mind that this human being was almost thirty and felt the need to try and show off in front of his ‘friends’.

“Do I look like a lunch lady to you?” The wise-ass goes to open his mouth again but you cut him off.

“Your dad told you not to come around here anymore, I’m here so your sorry ass doesn’t go to jail. So why don’t you run back home and go bother someone else who’s paid more to deal with you.”

His cohorts are stifling their laughter as you chew him out, making Burden Jr go red in the face. He mutters some kind of insult as he nods towards the back exit, you watch with an incredulous expression as he stalks off with his group. Hoping your day might get back to some peace and quiet.

Your brain is focused on the task at hand, but it can’t help but gently offer flashes of Jay’s voice in your head. Your internal Jay was giving commentary and suggestions on your mapping, and on your strategies for getting the freight loads shifted across state lines. Of course, you knew that you would be allowed to breeze right on through; the brief ATF had given you was to let the shipment reach its next location. Yet, you needed to show your new boss that you had considered every scenario.

All you had to do was stay under, keep an eye on everything, and pass out as much intel to ATF and Intelligence as you could; once in transit ATF and Intelligence would begin tailing and tagging all the subsequent handoffs to buyers and traders alike.

-

You didn’t see Caitlin all that much in this period, she was often forced to hang around Jeremy Jr, who did finally heed the warnings from his father about being at the warehouse unsupervised. You had made a point during the times you saw her to make sure she was okay, given Jeremy Jr had no qualms about getting violent with women, you didn’t want her to be left to deal with him. Ultimately she had reassured you that he hadn’t done anything that she couldn’t yet handle, and so you insisted the second there was something she didn’t like that she should seek you out. 

It was often a lonely job being at the warehouse, but you didn’t mind it so much, it allowed you to relay a sufficient amount of information to ATF about the warehouse layout, quantities of weapons and their types. As well as lists of names that were due to be recipients of the items, all being well this should be a simple yet very rewarding sting operation.

-

One evening ended up being a gathering with you and the other security guards, they had invited you for drinks; and though you remained wary of your current coworkers, you saw it fit to keep tabs on everybody involved. They were decent enough company, albeit a little unpredictable the more they drank. 

Gavin, one of the older members of the group, had also tried to make a pass at you towards the end of the night, to which you sharply and unequivocally declined with your politest face. That didn’t stop him, however, with the comments becoming more lurid and vulgar with the passing hours, to the point where you felt your welcome had run its course and all you wanted to do was be at home with Jay. Or at the very least alone back at your apartment. So you excused yourself and made your way outside, ready to call a cab. It was then that Gavin returned with his vodka breath and a sense of entitlement that forced you to take action with a twist of his arm and pressing his face to a brick wall. 

“I asked you nicely, I told you politely, and yet here we are. So drop it, or I’ll drop you. Got it?”

In embarrassed silence, with curious and amused onlookers, he gives an abrupt nod and stalks back off into the bar, leaving you in the cold air to exhale sharply. The strangers lose interest in you now that the drama is over, and you continue dialling for a taxi. You desperately wished you had the option to dial for your partner or even anybody from the 21st.

-

You watch as the glass fills up with tepid tap water, letting out a weary sigh. Only a few more days and you would hopefully be reunited with your team and taking down Burden’s armed empire. Stopping the tap you swing open the medicine cabinet, you couldn’t afford to be even the slightest bit hungover in the morning. Swaying tiredly in the small bathroom, you grab a few Tylenol from the box and head back to the dark bedroom. You sit on the creaking bed, swallowing the pills with a wince as they still somehow manage to aggravate your throat even with the water. Taking a deep breath you swing your legs into bed and tug the thin duvet right over you, hoping you’d at least dream of your husband-to-be, desperate to feel close to him again.

-

Back in Chicago, Jay and Will were leaving Molly’s, Will had done enough drinking for the both of them and was now merrily wrapping an arm around Jay’s shoulder, knocking his head against Jay’s.

“You good, brother?” Will’s puppy eyes are glassy from alcohol, but still somehow managing to be adorably sincere.

Jay snorts, “Not as good as you are apparently, buddy.”

“Well one of us should be happy, you’re so mopey without Y/N.”

“I am not mopey.” 

“Yes, you are. And that’s okay because I miss her too, when is she coming back to help me bully you?” Jay shakes his head with a laugh, holding on to Will’s wobbly frame. 

“Soon, bud. Real soon. She would love knowing she’s got a little fan club.”

“Mhm, you’re the president of it Jay-Jay…” 

Jay rolls his eyes at the use of his old childhood nickname, steering Will towards the passenger side of his truck.

“Yeah, you’re right, I am… Okay, come on, in we go.” Jay clips Will in with the seatbelt and shuts the door, moving to the driver’s side. 

As he puts the keys into the ignition, his fingers catch the beaded key chain you had made him at a “girls' night” sleepover with Kim and her niece. Brushing along the beads he smiles, looking forward to being reunited with you.

Glancing at a now snoring Will, Jay sighs and pulls out of the parking space, heading towards his apartment.

-

Upsettingly you were shaping up to have the most restless night since you had got to this apartment, tossing and turning, a rolling sense of anticipation and discomfort deep in your gut, constant deep sighs and wriggling of your feet in an attempt to shake the disquiet in your mind and body. You hadn’t felt anxiety like this since Jay had been shot by Angela, a thought your brain latches on to as it supplies a fresh new nightmare of Gavin twisting a broken vodka bottle into Jay’s gut in a dark alleyway that seemed to zoom on forever into a black abyss, the pained expression in your partner’s eyes was enough to jolt you awake with a garbled scream.

You sat shaking in the now damp and cold bed, a feeble hand fumbling for the pint glass of water you had put on the bedside table…. In a matter of seconds, you felt more urgently for the glass, with each ticking moment it was growing seemingly impossible to feel it against your clammy palm. The hairs at the back of your neck prickle angrily, a hot flush of goosebumps across your skin, adrenaline spiking worryingly in your limbs. You hastily swipe for your cell phone, only to find that gone too. With dread, you reach behind the pillow next to you and feel the cold rough material of the sheet, instead of the cold heavy weight of your gun that you kept there. 

“Fuck.” You mutter, steeling yourself for turning on the lamp to see what was going on. 

Click.

You blink into the new brightness of the room, searching for any signs of disturbance. 

“Who’s Jay?” A gruff, slurred, voice comes from the window to your right. You snap to attention, scrambling to get out of bed and stand against the other side of the room. Your training and sheer willpower manage to corral your body into calming down, to stop shaking in your vest and pyjama shorts, focused on the intrusion at hand.

Sat in the rickety chair was Gavin, oozing the stench of alcohol, piss and vomit in waves. Your nostrils, now aware of his odour, made you gag, you find yourself clenching your teeth together in fury. You weren’t sure if it was because he was in your room, or because had mentioned the most precious person in your life. He didn’t deserve to speak Jay’s name.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, teaching you a lesson.” He shrugs, waving your gun and your phone in his hands, you glance at them before resuming your stare at him. He takes a swig from your glass, eyes closing, as though savouring the fact that he was drinking from something your lips had touched. You were ready to vomit all over yourself.

“I asked you a question though, who’s Jay?” 

“None of your fucking business, now give me my gun and my phone, before I shove this hanger down your throat and Mr Burden finds out about this bullshit.”

Gavin scoffs. 

“You think you matter to that guy? You really think so highly of yourself, huh? Worthy of his protection, too good for me… well I got news for you, sweetheart. I’m in fucking charge, and you’re about to find out what kinda trouble your rude-ass mouth gets you in.”

Gavin stands, and even if he was drunk, he was still, unfortunately, taller and heavier than you, and resentful… you could tell he was operating based on sheer embarrassment and indignation at how you had treated him earlier. Not that you regretted it for a second, but your options to get out of this were limited. 

“Gavin, this is stupid. Do you think you’re gonna get a payday if you do something fucked up to me? Why wouldn’t you wait to settle this after the move?” 

“Oh, that’s cute, trying to negotiate.” He puts your gun on the window sill, which only serves to internally worry you more, he was wanting to drag this out. To toy with you. He steps across the room toward you, you quickly scan for something better than a hanger that you can use as a weapon. Finding that in the sparse surroundings it’s only the free-standing mirror that you can shove at him as you make a break for it. 

The mirror clatters to the floor and smashes out of its wooden frame, Gavin roaring in anger as he stomps after you, you skitter to the front door of the apartment snatching up your bag as you go, making quick light work of the locks as you run out onto the concrete balcony walkway that would take you to the other apartments and down the stairs to the parking lot. 

You immediately bang heavily on the first door you reach, moving with the gritty stone under your bare feet, feeling sharp jagged edges of gravel and broken bits of glass digging in. You’re mumbling curses of pain as you frantically snatch the elastic off your wrist and hastily put your hair into a bun, trying to make yourself as ungrabbable as possible. Behind you hear pounding boots on the concrete and you increase your pace, slamming on any door your fists can catch as you work towards the stairs. Your foot is in midair about to descend when a clawing grip takes your wrist and hauls you backwards, making you lose your footing.

You hit the stone heavily, your bones practically vibrating from the impact as you’re temporarily stunned, a small wheeze as the air is knocked from you, but you are on full adrenaline mode and soon you roll sharply out and away from Gavin’s filthy hands, fumbling with your bag as you find what you’re looking for. Lipstick. 

With a hasty twist the blade pushes out and you turn to face your attacker, with a guarded stance you’re prepared to take him on. Out of your periphery, you can see the cliche twitching of blinds as nosy onlookers pry on the stand-off but don’t seem to want to intervene. 

“Last chance, Gavin…” You warn him, coldness in your gaze, ready to fuck this guy up if you had to. 

“Brave bitch, aren’t you?” He belches, producing your gun from the waistband of his jeans. You try to not let your eyes show the “Oh fuck” that rattles in your brain. 

By some miracle the sound of a door shutting one floor below distracts Gavin long enough for you to charge directly at him, body-slamming him to the ground with the full force of your experience subduing perps, without a second thought you’re twisting the lipstick blade into his shoulder, slamming his arm against the concrete to get him to drop the gun. 

“Drop the gun, asshole! Drop it!” 

He lets out a wail of anger, jutting his chin upwards to catch you in the face, you cry out in surprise and jab him twice in the throat with your fist, causing him to gasp and gag as he coughs from the painful sensation, you keep his hand away from the gun, keeping your body weight on him as he struggles. You’re assessing your options short of just straight up just killing the guy, as that would create more problems than solutions given the operation was still in play. You were about to swipe up the gun and hope he couldn’t shake you off of him when you saw the flashing lights of a police vehicle, 

“Indiana PD, put your hands where I can see them!” An officer hollers, 

The officers come charging up the stairs, guns drawn, under the dingy lights of the apartment porches you realise these “officers” were actually your handlers posing as Indiana PD. 

“Ma’am, put your hands where I can see them!” Stensing commands. You want to make some kind of scathing comment, but you know you have to play the role.

You swallow, catching your breath. “I’m putting the gun down now, officer… this man, he attacked me…”

From below you, Gavin spits at you and you growl back, “You disgusting pig!” you press your fingers sharply into his eyes making him howl in pain.

It’s Huffman this time, “Ma’am, get up and away from him!”

You’re smiling now, knowing the agents must be worried you might actually end this guy's existence. Rolling your eyes as you push yourself up and step away from Gavin, you let Stensing handcuff you as Huffman handcuffs Gavin. 

-

Later you’re sitting in a cabin on the other side of town, the place where Stensing and Huffman had been keeping tabs on everything, on you. They had heard a 911 report over the radio and instantly knew the address, taking up the answer to the call. After the commotion was over, they dragged Gavin to holding downtown and took you back to their staging location.

You’re scowling as you ice the cuts and bruises that are most aggravating, hissing and complaining as the ATF medic they had brought in carefully pries bits of grit, glass and dirt from the soles of your feet.

“Are you going to be able to continue?” Stensing queries, handing you a cup of hot chocolate. 

“Yeah, no thanks to you two. Jesus, I thought you were supposed to be monitoring me? Did you not see that creep get into the apartment?!” 

“Regretfully, we are not sure how he avoided CCTV, we are looking into a potential blind spot around the apartment complex… but please be reassured, it won’t happen again. We have agents improving your security as we speak…”

“Yeah, I should fucking hope so.” You sigh, sipping at your chocolate as you scowl at your medic. At the very least the good news was tomorrow would be the day for reconnecting with Intelligence, you would be able to see your friends and Jay again. 

-

When morning comes you wake up early, body aching from last night's events but excitement thrumming within you. When you had been dropped back off at your apartment the mess had already been cleared up, and you appeared to have some sort of portable CCTV panel that you could control and adjust yourself. 

Pouring yourself some coffee and snacking on a banana, you get ready for the meeting, taking a moment to send a message to Jeremy Burden Sr, explaining what Gavin had done and why he more than likely wouldn’t be showing his face anytime soon. You reassure the older man that everything remains in hand and that you’re 100% committed to the job, you would be at the warehouse later that night, at the time that had been agreed.

The sun is shining high as you’re driving up to the cabin concealed by a thick layer of the treeline. When you park up Stensing and Huffman nod towards the cabin, following them you briefly enjoy the sun's rays in a new kind of way, the fresh air of the wilderness filling your lungs, anticipation coursing when you see the laptop set up on the wooden breakfast table in the dining area. They had a portable surveillance station set up here and you could see right away that Hank Voight was on the screen. 

“Go ahead.” Stensing smiles politely, both agents stepping back to let you talk to your Sergeant. 

You slot yourself into a dining chair, unable to keep the smile off of your bruised and scratched face, 

“Hello, strangers.” You greet your team, and you almost laugh as you watch their pleased faces turn into concerned, worried and pissed off ones.

“What the hell happened, Y/L/N?” Hank asks, an edge to his tone as he mentally makes a note to have a private word with your handlers.

You can see Jay is itching to express his dissatisfaction, worried for your wellbeing tenfold now that you’re already been beaten up before the operation had even fully begun.

You sigh, joking “I know, please don’t be upset, I didn’t mean to damage CPD goods before the operation could finish.” 

Jay bites at that, not amused in the least. “Y/N, we’re being serious, what happened to you?”

“I got into a… altercation with some creep assigned to the security detail, he thought he could have something from me, I told him otherwise, he didn’t take kindly to that… so I jabbed him and stabbed him, he got a few of his own back at me. Our stellar ATF agents managed to help out towards the end, got some medical attention here at the cabin, no big.” 

Huffman and Stensing shift awkwardly, arms folded defensively as you dish out sarcastic praise in front of your team. 

“Are you sure you’re good, do we need to make other arrangements?” Voight persists, 

You shake your head, “Seriously, Sarge, I'm all good. Now that we’re reconnected I’m more confident than ever, everything is in position, we’re too close to get all worried about a few bruises and scratches, it’s just a case of meeting tonight and we start the move from there.” 

Hank nods, “Alright then. I have a meeting with district higher-ups in about 10 minutes, so I’m going to let Kim and Adam run point on the rest of this meeting. I’ll see you soon, kid.” 

You nod with a wave, “See you soon, Sarge.”, watching as Voight’s video box disappears from the rest of the boxes your team’s faces were in.

From there you update the rest of the team on what you had been doing for the past week, faces and names to look out for, describing as much of the structure to this whole thing as you could. ATF had already sent photos, videos, and audio files to Intelligence’s database. 

“Y/N, this guy, Gavin Lutz, seems like the biggest problem in your team…the assault charges alone…” You grimace at Adam’s words, he stops talking,

Kevin asks then, “Y/N, is he the ‘creep’ that messed up your face?” 

You exhale, “Yeah, yeah he is…” You eye the two ATF agents through the window, they’re outside smoking. “These ATF calamities didn’t show up as quick as they should have, and apparently they hadn’t realised just how minimal my security was at the apartment… honestly guys, I’m so relieved you’re back in the loop… Gavin is jammed up at the local holding facility right now, I doubt Jeremy Sr would let him back in now, too unreliable, too erratic.”

Kim’s face is one of concern, you would feel just as uncomfortable letting someone else help one of your teammates whilst you had to sit and wait from afar. Kim reminds you, “If you need anything, Y/N. You get through to us, we’ll be right with you.” 

You smile gratefully, “I know, Burge, I’m lucky to have you dorks.” 

She laughs, “Right boys, let’s go away and let Y/N talk to her fiance.” 

Adam, Kevin and Kim bid their farewells and then it’s just you and Jay in the video chat. He’s resting his head in his hand, just looking at your video feed with such a goofy fondness, you smile back and mimic the doting look, but your face is evidently still in pain and it’s then a more serious expression clouds over your partner’s face. 

“Hey…” He murmurs, 

You sigh with relief, it felt good to just hear him say even one word. “Hey, you…”

“You know I’m gonna need to track down this asshole right?” 

You snort, “I know, tough guy. Trudy gave me this awesome lipstick knife thing, which came in handy, he got everything he gave tenfold from me, I made sure of that.”

“I bet you did, that’s my girl.” You sit in comfortable silence with him for a moment, just looking at his handsome face on the screen, wishing you could be back there near his warmth, his laughter… 

“Jay, I can’t wait to come home.” You sigh, eyes closing as you try and will that mental fatigue away, you were so close to being done now.

“I can’t wait to have you home, sweetheart. You can do this, and we’ll be right there with you as soon as you enter Chicago.”

You nod, feeling a heaviness in your chest but smiling all the same. It was going to be fine. 

“My dork of a brother misses you too, by the way, was drunkenly complaining that you were taking too long to come back and bully me with him.” 

That piece of information really gets you laughing, you adored your soon to be brother-in-law.

“Well then I guess we better hurry this thing up so we can hang out with him, and then I can have you all to myself.” 

“That’s a promise, Y/N.” Jay winks,

“Better be, Halstead…” The two ATF agents come back from their smoke break, eyeing you they make a hand motion that says “Wrap this up.” and you sigh, they really did exasperate you at the moment. 

“Listen, honey. They want me to go now, I’ll contact you later through here if I can. But if not, see you on the other side, alright? You better be on that radio as soon as Chicago is in my sights.”

Jay chuckles softly, “Okay, sweetheart. You can bet on that…I love you.”

“I love you too, Jay. Catch you later.” 

-

End of Part 2

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter! The next one is where it all really hits the fan, buckle up!

tags: @wanniiieeee

[immortalled]

Some highlights and trivia from the Misfits series 1 scripts that no one asked for (extremely long post ahead):

Episode 1

- Jeremy feels somewhat more manipulative and selfish. It’s nothing new that he’s the reason Louise kicked Nathan out, but there’s a deleted scene where he comes in immediately after Louise has booted Nathan, Louise is crying, and he just tells her “You’re doing the right thing. We need this.” And I dunno. I get it, but somehow seeing it just makes the whole situation feel scummier. I could be biased.

- After getting her powers and losing her fiancé, Kelly cries all night. Again, no surprise, but it hurts getting confirmation. :(

Episode 2

- The old woman Nathan pushes in a wheelchair does in fact roll out the door when he lets go. RIP Joan. Some say that if you listen carefully, you can hear her still rollin’ to this day.

- The old “SHE’S STEALING YOUR PENSION” war vet is named Stan. Stan has some serious PTSD. Please protect Stan.

- Alisha thinks Sally is lesbian. 

- Simon’s wardrobe is inspired by Joy Division’s Ian Curtis. I’ve never seen Curtis dance, but apparently Rheon incorporated some of Curtis’ dance moves into Simon’s character.

- There’s a deleted scene where the gang finds Nathan in the community centre, staring sadly at a photo of Ruth which has been put up in her memory. Robert really keeps playing the same characters, doesn’t he?

Episode 3

- When Kelly and Jodi are fighting, Socha accidentally headbutts Mojekwu for real. Whoops.

Episode 4

- The athletic segments are filmed at the Crystal Palace Athletics Stadium. 

- In a deleted scene, Kelly calls Simon a “good-looking bloke” and tells him he should get a girlfriend. She also says that “loads of girls like sweet, quiet guys”. Simon is touched by this and immediately asks if she’s single.

- Nathan was only supposed to kiss the bowling ball. Of course Sheehan had to be weird and lick it instead. Disgusting.

- Simon’s jerk friend, Matt, sounds a little less like a jerk in the script. He’s actually guilty and feels more sympathetic. Doesn’t make him embarrassing Simon in front of everyone any better, though. 

- The original plan was for Simon to turn against the main cast and evolve into a supervillain by the end of season 1, which is one reason why Simon is so horribly creepy in S1 (namely perving on the girls). 

- Confirmation that Simon is excited by vulnerable / unconscious girls. #yikes

- Nathan’s dad, Mike, is named “Gareth” in the script. “Gareth” canonically thinks Nathan is an “inconvenience”. 

- Tony’s surname was originally “Warren” instead of “Morecombe”.

Episode 5

- There’s a note in the script that says “Curtis’ rap during his self-assessment therapy with Sally is the only improvised dialogue in the whole of Series 1“ and I’m not entirely sure, but I think that’s probably a typo. Either we missed out on Curtis’ special hidden talent for rapping, or that should say “Nathan” and Sheehan adlibbed the Ruff In The Jungle Business. I think the latter is more likely. 

- Sally tells Simon in a deleted scene that she was teased as a child for being fat. 

- Simon, while talking to Sally at the pub about trying to burn Matt’s house down, has a wave of guilt about peeking up Kelly’s skirt outside the club in the last episode. 

- Confirmation that Sally begins to have genuine feelings of attraction toward Simon. #yikes yikes

- The scene with Nathan picking up the baby took over half a day to shoot because the babies kept crying.

- Kelly originally snaps Nathan out of Finn’s hypnotism by pushing herself into his thoughts. Which I think is fascinating because I don’t remember her telepathically communicating with characters before.

- The BMX footage that Simon shows Sally is supposed to be Superhoodie. Hello, plot-holes and paradoxes.

- In a deleted scene, Nathan says he’s jealous that Kelly has “two powers”; being able to hear other people’s thoughts and talk to people telepathically. Seriously sad that this ability was removed in the final cut.

- In another deleted scene, Simon suggests that maybe their powers are changing. Kelly seems to agree. Rachel and a lot of Virtue symbolism also appear early; the gang unknowingly disrespect Rachel by sloshing water on one of her Virtue banners and walking over/on it as they pass.

- Yikes. Deleted scene that alludes to Nathan’s possible alcohol problem with a shot of the community centre’s kitchen and all the empty bottles. 

- In another deleted scene, after Kelly questions Nathan about his dad, Nathan complains (revealingly) about Kelly getting in his head. Things get a little flirty, Kelly teases him and serves potato letters with the chicken nuggets. She spells “PRICK” out on Nathan’s plate. It’s really cute.

- Not only was Simon supposed to be the supervillain, but he was supposed to die at the end of season 1.

Episode 6

- “Virtue” was originally called “Respect”, but had to be changed because a political party used the same name. 

- The girl in the opening scene, the one Alisha knew from school, is Ellie. Presumably the same Ellie Alisha mentions in episode 1. 

- The two other Virtue members that pass the gang are named Danny and Lucy.

- This deleted scene was too good not to write out. Simon, Kelly, and Nathan are discussing how to solve their Virtue problem and save Curtis and Alisha:

NATHAN relents, thinks a moment, has an idea...

NATHAN: Okay. How about we spike them?

KELLY’s exasperated.

NATHAN: We get them off their tits on acid. They’re hallucinating so bad they puke. When they come down, maybe they’re back to normal.

SIMON: D’you think that’ll work...?

NATHAN: Hands up who has a better idea.

Neither SIMON nor KELLY put their hand up. 

NATHAN: Then I’ll call my dealer...

NATHAN whips out his phone.

Cutting to a character that was revealed in another deleted scene that I didn’t list, Chewy. Massive stoner, surrounded by a variety of pills, yada yada. Chewy’s phone rings, he answers.

NATHAN: Chewy? It’s Nathan. Can you sort us out with some trips?

CHEWY: I don’t deal drugs any more.

We now see that CHEWY is using his other hand to comb his previously unruly hair into a neat side parting, which looks utterly ridiculous...

CHEWY: Nathan, mate. I’m telling you, drugs are bad news.They lead to a life of crime, mental illness and prostitution. 

NATHAN’s horrified by the response. He quickly ends the call, looks at KELLY, who can see there’s something badly wrong...

NATHAN: (appalled) They’ve got to him... Chewy... That boy’s been stoned every day since he was twelve. (angry, jabbing a finger) She’s gone too far this time. She has crossed the line.

- When Simon and Nathan are being surrounded by Virtue, Simon was supposed to punch Nathan instead of push him away.

- In the original script, when Simon was supposed to be evil, he kicked Nathan to the ground then battered him bloody with a baseball bat. In the storyboards, it looks like Simon intends to kill him. Nathan barely manages to escape thanks to Simon being interrupted by Virtue. 

- Superhoodie was originally introduced in a series of short online films recorded by Simon.

- In a deleted scene, Nathan takes refuge from Virtue in a place called Bar X. The scene was meant to be set up as a reference to The Shining. It’s empty. Nathan gets drunk and starts to reminisce with the bartender, James, about underage drinking, pulling girls, and how many times he’s gotten sick in the toilets there. There’s some odd tension in this scene between Nathan and James and I’m not sure what it is, but it’s amusing. 

- Nathan’s scene with Kelly in her flat is longer. There were some funny lines about her track suit and a lot more awkward fumbling as he tries to compliment the chav look. 

- There was supposed to be a Vegas Baby-esque montage of Nathan “arming” himself and getting dressed to infiltrate Virtue. We were ROBBED. 

- Kelly was supposed to stroke Nathan’s hand affectionately after putting his iPod in the coffin with him. R O B B E D .

- The graveyard scenes were filmed at Kensal Green Cemertary.

- Many of the people in the club after the funeral are Virtue members. 

[dailytomlinson]

Louis Tomlinson may be one-fifth of one of the biggest boybands in the world, but there's so much more to know about the singer than the fact he was in One Direction. Now that he's getting on with his solo music career - AND just dropped his amazing new single 'Two Of Us', Louis is a major household name across the world.

Louis William Tomlinson was born on Christmas Eve in 1991, making him 27-years-old at the time of writing. Louis is the oldest member of One Direction, being 13 months older than second eldest Zayn Malik.

Louis Tomlinson's star sign is Capricorn. Apparently, typical Capricorns live by the motto, ‘Slow, steady and win the race.’ Where is Louis Tomlinson from? Louis was brought up in Doncaster, South Yorkshire. Other famous people who hail from the town include Jeremy Clarkson, Kevin Keegan and Brian Blessed! Louis Tomlinson on The X Factor Louis first auditioned for The X Factor in 2009 but didn't get through the producer's audition, but that made him more determined to return in 2010 as a solo artist at the age of 19. He then met his future bandmate Harry Styles in the toilets at The X Factor auditions in Manchester.Although he made it through to bootcamp after singing a version of Plain White T’s ‘Hey There Delilah’ and getting a clean sweep of yeses from the judges, he wasn't able to progress as a solo artist.However, judge Nicole Scherzinger suggested that he go through in a group with some other rejected solo boys, and he was put together with Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne and Harry Styles. They went through to Judges' Houses, singing an acoustic version of 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia with Simon Cowell himself commenting that the group "were confident, fun, like a gang of friends and kind of fearless as well."They were Simon's last act standing on the series, but finished in third place behind Matt Cardle and Rebecca Ferguson.When One Direction formed, Louis’s big ambition was to go "straight to the top." Proof that dreams come true! He also once said that if he could give anyone a tip when auditioning for The X Factor it would be "just be yourself and really try and get your personality through in your song choice and interview." Although Louis has returned to The X Factor as a performer, he took part in the show in 2018 as part of a brand new line-up alongside Robbie Williams - coincidentally, someone who Louis once called his 'man crush'.He also once said that Robbie is his biggest role model, telling KISS, "I’ve got a massive musical icon and that’s Robbie Williams. We actually got to sing with him on The X Factor and it was absolutely amazing." Louis Tomlinson in One Direction After coming third on The X Factor, the boys were signed to Simon Cowell's label Syco in a reported £2 million contract and immediately started working on their debut album. They took part in The X Factor Live Tour in 2011, and released their debut single 'What Makes You Beautiful' in September that year, which debuted at Number 1.The debut album 'Up All Night' was released in November 2011, and Louis’s favourite track on ‘Up All Night’ is the Ed Sheeran-penned track ‘Moments’. The track appears on the deluxe version of the record.They released second album 'Take Me Home' exactly one year later. Their documentary and concert film One Direction: This Is Us was released in August 2013 and grossed $68.5 million worldwide.Third album 'Midnight Memories' was released in November 2013, and fourth album 'Four' came out in November 2014. Just prior to the release of their fifth album 'Made in the A.M.' in November 2015, the band announced in August that they would be taking a hiatus, following the departure of Zayn Malik in March.

What was Louis Tomlinson like in One Direction?

According to his bandmates, Louis has the smelliest feet in One Direction! Niall once said, "Louis wears plimsolls with no socks so his feet get very sweaty and the sweat is captured. If we are on a bus or something and he takes them off we all pretty much start gagging." Despite having smelly feet, Louis is a big fan of shoes! His favourite types are chinos and Toms and he's a size 10.

Louis also revealed in an interview with us that Niall is the one person in the world he would swap bodies with, "I’ll go close to home Niall Horan, he doesn’t worry about anything in the world, Irish accent I’m not too bad I spend a lot of time with Niall."

Louis was given a telling off by police when filming the ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ video Los Angeles in July 2011 for his erratic driving. Afterwards, he explained, "I got pulled over by the US police. They thought I was all over the place. The officer goes, 'Listen, man, I can shut this thing down if you carry on driving like this. You're driving like a maniac.' And I was like, 'Man, put the gun down. I don't want no trouble.'"

He also says that he and his 1D bandmates are like brothers. Admitting that they occasionally bickered in the band, Louis told Digital Spy, "Because we're around each other so often it's like arguing with your siblings. You fall out with them, go away and have a bit of a paddy, then come back and get over it."

Louis once said that he likes snuggling up in bed with one of the One Directioners... HARRY! He said, "A few weeks ago I made a cup of tea, then went and got in bed with Harry and we watched a show called something like The Top 50 Boybands Of All Time." Nice!

Louis has approximately 1 minute and 30 seconds of solos on ‘Up All Night’ – the second least behind Niall Horan. Louis says he’ll "never get used to" the adoration he receives from fans. He once said, "At the end of the day we’re doing something that we really love and to be appreciated for that is really nice."

Louis hates rumours, especially when they involve Harry and himself. In a Tumblr interview he explained, "Me and Harry are best friends, people look into our every move. It is actually affecting the way me and Harry are in public, We want to joke around but there seems to be a different rumour every time we do anything."

Louis told us the one thing he misses about being in One Direction, "Probably touring, that’s why I’m excited to perform today and excited to get out and spent time touring the world as that’s probably the best thing about being an artist."

Louis Tomlinson's new music

After his successful solo performance on The X Factor in 2018, Louis delighted his fans in March when he dropped his amazing new single 'Two Of Us'.

The song, which is adored by fans, is a tribute to Louis' late mum Johannah Deakin. Johannah left behind seven children, including Louis, at the end of 2016, when she lost her battle with an aggressive form of leukaemia at the age of just 42.

Louis' track 'Two Of Us' features the lyrics, 'I know you'll be looking down/Swear I'm gonna make you proud/I'll be living one life for the two of us.'

The heartwarming music video saw Louis team up with 83-year-old Richard Green to complete a bucket list of adventures that he'd been trying to complete after losing his wife Pat in December 2016 - the same month Louis tragically lost his mother, Johannah Deakin.

Thanks to the success of the video, Louis has helped to raise a whopping £10,000 for the Bluebell Wood Children's Hospice with the music video, which encourages fans to donate to the Sheffield-base charity in a call to action on his music video, which also promotes the Alzheimer's Society and Cancer Research UK.

He told us about the video, "He is, honestly, one the most amazing men I’ve ever met. Probably the most amazing man. I was so in awe of him, you know. Eighty-four, and to have that outlook on life. He was an amazing guy. Really funny as well.

"Just his outlook in general was what I took from that whole experience. You know, he recently had lost his wife but his outlook was so positive and a lot of people are entitled to dwell and be sad about those kind of things. But he was the exact opposite. He was so upbeat, so fun, and up for anything."

Louis Tomlinson's family

Louis' parents are Johannah Deakin and Troy Austin. In 2011, his mum Johannah and stepdad Mark split up and he took on his stepfather Mark Tomlinson’s surname. Speaking about his mum, Louis said, "It must be so much harder for her because I’m living this fantastic life and being so busy every day whereas she’s still in the old life I was in but without me... It must be really difficult for her not to get upset."

Johannah sadly passed away in 2016, and Louis paid tribute to his mum on the anniversaryof her passing.

Louis was incredibly close with his mum, and she once told Sugarscape that Louis is a giver and not a taker. In fact, there’s nothing he enjoys more than giving his friends and family presents, "He’s not a materialistic person himself, but he likes to give people things. He spoils me and the girls and he's happiest doing that."

He also has five younger half-sisters - one on his father's side (Georgia), and four on his mother's side (Charlotte, Félicité, and twins Daisy and Phoebe). Sadly, it was announced in March 2019 that Louis' sister Félicité tragically passed away after suffering a suspected cardiac arrest, at the age of just 18.

Just days after the release of his brand new single 'Two Of Us' in memory of his late mum, Louis' 18-year-old sister Félicité Tomlinson tragically died after she suffered a cardiac arrest.

A Metropolitan Police spokesperson confirmed, "Police were called by London Ambulance Service at 12.52pm on Wednesday, March 13 to a residential address in SW5 following reports of a female in cardiac arrest. At this stage the death is being treated as unexplained. A post-mortem examination will take place in due course. Enquiries continue."

What did Louis Tomlinson do before The X Factor?

Louis had a number of part-time jobs before The X Factor, including working at a local cinema and as a hospitality waiter at Doncaster Rovers Football Club. When he was younger, Louis wanted to work on a farm.

He also once revealed that if he wasn’t a multi-million selling pop megastar, he reckons he’d be training to be a drama teacher.

Where did Louis Tomlinson go to school?

When he first auditioned for The X Factor, Louis was a sixth form student at Hall Cross School in Doncaster. Louis also attended The Hayfield School in Doncaster, but dropped out when he failed his first year of A-levels.

Has Louis Tomlinson ever acted?

When he was just 11-years-old, Louis had a role as an extra on ITV drama Fat Friends. His newborn sisters Daisy and Phoebe starred as babies on the show. Spurred on by his appearance on Fat Friends, Louis attended acting school in his spare time and eventually had small parts in 2006 ITV drama If I Had You! and Waterloo Road.

As a student, Louis played the lead role of Danny Zuko in a high school production of Grease. He says playing the part gave him the confidence to audition for The X Factor.

Does Louis Tomlinson have hearing problems?

Louis suffers from a ringing noise in his right ear. Although yet to be officially diagnosed it’s thought it could be tinnitus which can lead to deafness if untreated. He once said, "I am going slightly deaf in my right ear. It’s tinnitus, something like that," before joking that it was because of screaming fans.

Is Louis Tomlinson good at cooking?

Louis admits he’s a really bad cook. Speaking to us in May 2019, Louis admitted that whilst he's very romantic, he's not great in the kitchen! "I am a horrific cook, a very, very bad cook. I give it a go, you know what I mean, I’ll try.

Despite his lack of skills, he appeared alongside Harry in a cooking segment on This Morning in September 2011.

Can Louis Tomlinson play any musical instruments?

When he was 14, Louis played lead guitar in a band called The Rogue with his schoolmates.

Louis is also pretty decent on the piano and he loves to play ‘Mr Brightside’ by The Killers. Louis is a big fan of Las Vegas rockers The Killers. After seeing them perform at V Festival, he tweeted, 'Watching Mr Brightside live last night was unbelievable. LOVED The Killers!!'

Unfortunately, Louis was fined £80 for speeding on the way to V Festival in 2012. It’s reported that he was going 48mph in a 40mph zone, which means that he may also have had three points on his licence. Ouch!

What are Louis Tomlinson's favourite TV shows?

His favourite TV shows are Misfits and One Tree Hill. In a recent interview with us, Louis revealed that he also loves Westworld and Black Mirror.

Louis Tomlinson's other favourite things

Louis once said that he is a big fan of girls who eat carrots.

The two traits Louis looks for in a girl are confidence and a good sense of humour.

If Louis had a superpower, he would want to be able to fly.

Louis’s favourite band is The Fray, and his favourite song of all time is ‘Look After You’ by The Fray.

Louis’s favourite colour is dark red.

He once said that if he could visit any planet it would be... Narnia. Erm, it’s a fictional place Louis!!

Apparently, Louis said that if a movie was made about his life, he’d like Leonardo DiCaprio to play him.

Just like Zayn and Harry, Louis supports Manchester United Football Club.

One of Louis's favourite mottos is, "Live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain."

Louis loves Marmite and has big dollops of it on his toast.

Louis’s celebrity crush is Natalie Portman.

Louis is an avid fan of surfing. In fact, he loves the beach so much he says he’d like to get married on one.

Louis once said his favourite country is France.

Other Louis Tomlinson facts

A man who works in the music industry once tried to have a snog with Louis! "It was a press guy.... he just started going in for a kiss!" said Louis.

Louis once owned a Porsche Boxster and sold it on eBay in 2012 for £30,000.

Louis would love to copy Michael Jackson and have a pet monkey. He said, "I'd like to adopt a chimpanzee and build an eternal friendship, that would be amazing."

Louis admits that he’s a messy person. In fact, he hasn’t met anyone who’s messier than him!

Louis’s pet hate is when people chew their food too loudly.

In August 2012, Tulisa prank called Louis during a live webchat. When Louis answered she spoke to him in a Donald Duck voice in front of thousands of viewers. The N-Dubz star tweeted afterwards, 'soz babe we had 2 get ya! Thanks 4 being a laugh n entertaining us!'

Louis is prone to sleepwalking and once tried to get into Niall’s bed!

Louis is a big fan of silly string! He’s sprayed it on stage at gigs, press conferences and even at a security guard who refused to let him speak to fans.

Louis loves to party! He once told TOTP magazine, "To be honest, I’m sure the majority of 20-year-olds go out and party. I’m not going to feel oppressed."

It takes over 30 minutes for Louis to get his hair ready in the morning.

Apparently, Louis has revealed that his least favourite food is baked beans.

Louis once said that, if he was Simon Cowell for the day, he says he’d go on a date with Susan Boyle.

[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: January 2019

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of January 2019 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

It seems that Rachel Riley is quite smart at maths but a complete moron at anything else, what with her accusing Noam Chomsky of antisemitism in spite of the fact that Chomsky is a little bit Jewish, before following it up by encouraging her far-right Twitter followers to dogpile onto anyone voicing different opinions to her - which mainly involved a 16-year old girl bearing the brunt of it.  However she wasn’t finished there, as when she was rightly being criticised for encouraging her followers to dogpile onto people she then went whinging to the press about being bullied by left-wing trolls before announcing she needed personal security for when she was attending Countdown tapings, which sounds uncannily similar to the same stunt Laura Kuenssberg pulled a couple of years ago

Starting the year with a bang we had Chris Grayling first try and defend the Seaborne Freight farce by saying he was supporting up-and-coming British business (while omitting the parts about them being owned by the brother of a significant Tory donor, or not having any ships or trading history, let alone the fact the contract wasn’t even put out to tender) and followed that up by claiming the rail fare hikes are entirely the fault of the unions and definitely nothing to do with shareholder dividends or years of rail services taking the piss with fare hikes on January 2nd every year.  Of course, Grayling being Grayling, he also helped out the Britait debate by saying that a second referendum shouldn’t take place because if the result came back in support of Remain it would go against The Will Of The People™ - which apparently said people willingly voting to remain wouldn’t be

It didn't help Grayling that those checking the Seaborne Freight website found that their Ts & Cs were from the template used when setting up a website for a takeaway food outlet, the timetable for services was blank (and, for some reason, in Latin), while their privacy page had forgotten that the fields marked [Business Name] are supposed to be filled with the name of the business using the website

Overly sensitive snowflake Piers Moron Morgan spent a hell of a lot of time and energy yelling from the rooftops how appalling it was that Greggs are selling vegan sausage rolls, which is apparently the downfall of humanity as we know it and definitely not the hourly cry for attention from an attention-seeking lunatic - and while some claimed it was a stunt because he and Greggs share a PR agency, that theory appears to have been ever so slightly undermined by him then spouting off about McDonalds selling vegan Happy Meals

It’s funny how James Goddard demonstrated just how much of a difference a day makes, with him threatening Anna Soubry and Owen Jones on January 7th and bellowing at police officers that if they so much as touched him he’d start a a war...yet on January 8th he was bawling his eyes out on Twitter because his Facebook and PayPal accounts had been terminated

Lying (through his teeth) in front of a tractor Boris Johnson claimed he never mentioned Turkey at any point during the EU Referendum campaign - and when confronted with his numerous comments about Turkish immigrants flocking into the UK if the country voted Remain by Channel 4 journalist Michael Crick, he ran away to hide like an utter coward

Proving that gaslighting is the in thing at the BBC, Director General Tony Hall stated in an interview with the Financial Times that there is no need to discipline Andrew Neil for referring to Carole Cadwalladr as a “mad cat woman” as he had apologised - except for the fact that, while it may be plausible that Neil apologised to the BBC, there has not been a public apology for his comments

Sticking with the BBC, it took just two editions of Question Time before Fiona Bruce showed her true colours as she spent ten minutes making jokes about Diane Abbott (including suggesting that she only became Shadow Home Secretary because she once slept with Jeremy Corbyn) prior to one edition which Abbott was a guest on, and for the remainder of the episode constantly talked over Abbott while letting the other guests speak uninterrupted, including allowing Isabel Oakeshott to not just make a patently false statement but use said patently false statement to attack Abbott.  It wasn’t helped that when the BBC finally got around to admitting fault almost two weeks later, their statement actually said it was a joke - you know, like the school bully tries to claim when they get caught

Oh boy, there were so many triggered manbabies were up in arms about a Gillette advert for suggesting that maybe, just maybe, being a toxic dickhead isn’t any way to behave - to which they responded by acting like a bunch of toxic dickheads throwing a temper tantrum all over social media not seen since Nike featured Colin Kaepernick in an ad campaign

I’m going to assume AnonymousQ1776 thought they were being really, really clever when posting that video clip of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez coupled with their sneering comment that made them sound uncannily like a teenage edgelord who doesn't know what communism is but throws the word around a lot.  I’m also going to assume they weren’t happy when the stunt backfired on them by not only making Ocasio-Cortez look like a normal human being who does normal things, but doing so also reopened the can of worms about what Brett Kavanaugh was up to when he was younger...

Middle England’s favourite edgelord Rod Liddle obviously needed to be extra quote-unquote provocative this month after using his column in The Sun to suggest that what Britain needs is a new political party that represents traditional values - which means neither Muslims nor the entire LGBT spectrum are not allowed

Just when you thought John Humphreys couldn’t sound any more like a pompous windbag with the credibility of a arthritic toad, he only goes to suggest that the Republic of Ireland should rejoin the UK - because who gives a toss about centuries of history or the minor inconvenience of 92% of irish people preferring to remain in the EU when Radio 4′s most jumped-up presenter suggests they swallow their pride and return to the warm chokehold of the British Empire? 

It appeared The Daily Star had a real scoop when they printed an interview with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in which he made scathing comments about the “snowflake generation” and how they were “looking for reasons to be offended” - that is until Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson issued a statement saying that not only did he not say those things, but he also never gave that interview

It seems The Board of Deputies of British Jews never got around to reading The Crucible judging by their going Full Baddiel and accusing Tottenham fans of antisemitism and, in the same statement, said they should follow the model of Chelsea fans - yes, the same Chelsea fans who have subjected Spurs fans to songs about Hitler and gas chambers for decades, who just so happen to be under investigation by UEFA for their anti semitic chanting during a Europa League match against Vidi in December

This month’s worst case of Trump Derangement Syndrome comes from Sarah Huckabee Sanders after she said that God wanted Donald Trump to become President in an interview with the Christian Broadcasting Network

Lucky for Lara Kollab there’s nothing in the hippocratic oath forbidding being an anti semitic bigot on Twitter.  On the other hand, there certainly was in the employment contract at the hospital she worked at, which is why they fired her

Somehow the British Army paid £1.5m on an recruitment ad campaign that was so successful that it led to members of the army quitting when finding out their photos were used to recruit “Snow flakes" (sic) and “Me me me millennials” - but that didn’t stop Gavin Williamson claiming it was “a powerful call to action” (rather than “bloody patronising”) while James Cleverly mouthed off like an idiot on Twitter in support because mouthing off like an idiot on Twitter is all that somebody who makes their surname fair game on a regular basis like James Cleverley knows how to do

It took a while but Jake Paul finally found a way to reclaim his crown of Most Odious Paul Brother by hitting upon a loot box scheme to encourage his viewers to, in effect, gamble - because apparently he (and Ricegum) only paid attention to the part where the likes of Electronic Arts were making money hand over fist when they were shoving loot boxes in all their games, but didn’t bother listening when various gambling commissions began looking into the practise

To prove my point James Cleverly took it upon himself to take to Twitter and sneer “You do realise that it’s not a documentary” when I, Daniel Blake was airing on TV - because it's better to score points on Twitter than admit that a UN report late last year was damning of the Tory government’s treatment of their less well-off citizens, isn’t it?

Trying to explain away his dickheadishness saw Wayne Hennessey claim he wasn’t doing a Nazi salute in a photo that happened to be taken by German teammate Max Meyer, he was actually waving at somebody - and the reason he had his finger on his top lip wasn’t the well-known mimicry of Hitler’s ‘tache but he was putting his hand to his mouth so somebody on the other side of the room could hear him.  For some strange reason nobody was convinced...

Attention-seeking loon Laura Loomer didn’t learn from the humiliation conga line that was her so-called protest at Twitter HQ judging by her protest against illegal immigration that involved her climbing over the fence around Nancy Pelosi’s property and setting up a stall on Pelosi’s lawn - at which point she appears to have forgotten what she was protesting about and instead kept yelling for Pelosi to respond to her, even though anyone with C-SPAN would’ve told her Pelosi was currently in the Senate

In order to promote her UK tour Azealia Banks thought the best idea was to vomit a long string of invective about the Irish on her social media all because she got irked by one Aer Lingus flight attendant

Can somebody tell Bill Maher that he doesn’t make himself sound more correct every time he regurgitates the “adults shouldn’t read comics” rant he first brought it up in the wake of Stan Lee’s death?  Because it appears nobody has

Out of curiosity, is Gregory Prytyka Jr. still popping over here in an attempt to find material to try and attack me with because they can’t handle the fact I called them out for their tedious shitposting, or have they crawled back under the rock they usually live under?

And finally, harrumphing to himself in a way that everyone can hear (although they wish they couldn’t) is Donald Trump and his banquets that look suspiciously like those given by the megalomaniacal villain of Kingsmen, continuing to throw a diplomatic temper tantrum over a wall he said Mexico would pay for

[lunephased]

ABOUT MUSE

( Tw: Mentions of suicide/self harm/body horror )

First Name: Tsukiya (月夜)

Surname: Amagawa (天川)

Age: 

2.0 season 1 (DEFAULT): 16-17

2.0 Season 2: 18

Brief Bio:

Tsukiya Amagawa, most commonly referred to as simply 'Tsuki' is one of the many Black Hole / Lost Incident 2.0 victims. He’s extremely fragile mentally and physically due to the artificial moon lodged into his chest. His will to live dwindled after becoming his father’s ‘human moon’ experiment and experiencing Black Hole consecutively. 

He has attempted suicide countless times in which all tries ended up in failure. Currently, he’s trying to distance himself from everyone in his life so he can off himself peacefully. Much to his dismay, with Jeremy Metanmare (ex and also another Black Hole victim) and Crescent (Free-Willed A.I . aka: an ignis, aka: a glitchling) crashing into his life and pressuring him to go on an ‘ Epic Quest ‘, he can’t seem to find the best timing.

(More details under READ MORE)

APPEARANCE

Tsukiya is a slim teen with his height being a mere 4′ 9 (147cms).

He has pale skin and a mini moon embedded into his chest with surgery scars spreading outwards from it. Around his neck is a rope burn scar. On both wrists are self harm scars, but they are very faint.

He has heterochromia- one eye silver and the other darker bluish onyx. Though, he tends to hide his darker side with contacts. His eyes are quite round in shape, however, most people will notice that they tend to droop, making him look as though he doesn’t sleep a wink. He always has a shadow over his eyes and could appear unfriendly because of it.

He has short messy hair that is half black and half white, with a fringe that joins at the centre of his face. There’s a mysterious crescent shaped cowlick that floats from his hair whorl that reflects his emotions. Note: It’s highly sensitive. Do not touch.

Tsukiya wears the Den City High uniform, but can’t be bothered doing up blazer buttons. Or rather, he finds it comfortable without doing them up due to the rock in his chest (which gives him breathing difficulties).

Tsuki's signature item of clothing would be his scarf, something he is never seen without. He has it wrapped right around his neck with both ends draped over his shoulders.

PERSONALITY

Amagawa Tsukiya is a quiet, introverted boy. In school, he's most often referred to as 'The Ghost' with how ghastly his appearance is.

Despite looking quite harmless, Tsuki’s internal thoughts are incredibly cynical and bitter. If one were to hear his thoughts, they’d probably think he’s capable of casting a curse. 

His voice is soft but monotone and dull. It's very rare to detect any emotion other than sheer sadness through his tone.

Being weak-willed, Tsuki will let people walk over him or order him around. He figures that retaliating will cause more problems and will go with the flow to not anger anybody.

'Going with the flow' is something he tends to do a lot just to avoid conflict.

He has a very difficult time saying ‘no’.

Although his default look would be a deadpanned one, Tsuki can get embarrassed easily. He can’t handle second hand embarrassment. 

He has an unhealthy habit of thinking up scenarios of his own death. He has attempted to take his own life several times but has always backed out/failed.

As of now, he believes that taking his own life with his own hands isn't 'morally right', so he has been 'waiting for an accident' whilst helping Crescent find the rest of the glitchlings.

TRIVIA: 

He smells like gunpowder ( a reference to the Moon smelling like it ) 

He’s not allowed to run because of the moon in his chest. He cannot do anything that makes his body overexert. 

DECK

Previously, Tsukiya used his Dad's old Lunalight deck- A brutal deck with a One Turn Kill combo. After meeting Crescent who despised the playing style, Tsukiya started using an archetype called "Lunephase" which was created by Crescent himself. It’s an XYZs moon myth themed deck.

BACKSTORY

Tsukiya is an only child who used to live with his father, Amagawa Ganymede, who was an esteemed astronomer. Due to the influence of his Father’s studies, he feels especially connected to the stars and the moon- being quite passionate about horoscopes and et cetera. He’s mostly a spiritual person, having the rare trait of being able to see and communicate with Duel Spirits.

When Tsukiya reached the age of 8, Ganymede had somehow made a mini Moon and miraculously lodged it into Tsuki’s chest. The satellite had become one with his body through ‘’mysterious’’ means. Tsukiya became very fragile as a result and found that he got sick very easily. It didn’t help that soon after his father had done performing this act, Tsukiya was thrown into phase two of the experiment.

There was a copycat incident of the Hanoi Project in which Sol technology’s rivalling company, HART CORP replicated the Hanoi project after hacking into their system- this time using people of different ages and conditions as well as even animals to create several AIs. The experiment was requested by Tsukiya’s mother, the CEO of HART CORP, and was carried out by the Galilean Moons, a group made up of Ganymede and his assistants, Callisto, Titan, Io and Europa.

Due to how short the experiment was having lasted about 3-4 months, the incident resulted in the creation of several free willed but glitchy Ignis that were modelled after the experimented subjects and duel monster types rather than attributes. These Ignis are not nearly as refined compared to the Ignis produced from the Hanoi Project. They seem to be quite delicate, most being inconsistent and buggy.

Unlike the 6 Ignis modelled off attributes, the Hart Ignis (Dubbed as Glitchlings) do not reside in a world like Cyberse and roam around freely.

The incident was resolved when Nagami Masato, aka Titan, betrayed the Galilean Moons by calling for help. Shortly after, Ganymede had vanished.

Currently, Tsukiya lives with in a small apartment with his ex-boyfriend Jeremy Metanmare (who is also a Black Hole Incident kid) and Masato.

Despite not liking human interaction, Tsukiya treated Link Vrains as more of an RPG rather than a VR game and had a fortune telling booth set up in the darker more obscure areas. When he was closing up his tent in VRAINs, he heard a voice pleading for a reading- only to find Crescent in his Duel Disk. The encounter was shocking and Moonphaser of course panicked- mistaking Crescent for a Duel Spirit. After a bit of talking, Crescent begged Tsuki to help him find the 20+ or so lost Glitchlings. Peer pressured by Jeremy, Tsuki reluctantly agreed to help, delaying his planned death day.

He now attends Den City High, being a forgettable member of the Duel Club. He is often in the corner of the Club Room, sifting through his deck or quietly talking to Duel Spirits.

Tsukiya works part time at the Planetarium in Den City (totally screwing the school rules) as he feels like he owes Masato for taking up his space.

[itslvca-blog]

introducing,

waddup, peeps ?? this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing soft boy™, luca rosario. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, francisco has recently become my forever fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a like and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at justrue#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about luca and his life. also all my wcs are listed over here if you wanna check that out as well. his stats can be found here too. can’t wait to start interacting !!

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

layer one: the stats.

name. luca leonardo rosario.

alias. people usually just call him by luca but sometimes luke, luki, or leo make an appearance.

title. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive pizza addict, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

name meaning. his true significance of his name means a bringer of light.

age. eighteen years old.

gender identity. cis-male.

pronouns. he/him.

sexual orientation. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that luca is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

current residence. boston, massachusetts.

religion. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was fifteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to luca, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in god. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

spoken languages. portuguese  (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french and polish (still learning but can understand it quite well).

education. currently a senior at houghton academy.

layer two: the story.

- so this is my baby boy, luca rosario and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by luca, but on occasion people call him either luke, luki, or leo. but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- luca was born in san paulo, brazil to both loving and supportive parents named jeremi and mariana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to boston because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were located for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young.

- luca was also born out of wedlock, so by the time his parents decided to marry two years after he was born, his parents had already made the decision to give him his mother’s maiden name even though his father’s surname is polish.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, luca had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged luca’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, luca’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop luca from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he has brother, who is three years younger than him, named tomás. his relationship with his brother, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along. sometimes people believe they aren’t actually related or that they’re half siblings because when his brother was born, he took their father’s last name.

- most people would describe luca as the benevolent. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, luca declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- luca is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- to put it plan and simple luca is an art ho. luca always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well.

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

-  his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

[thecitysorrowbuilt]

Cry

"Since the passage of the Differently Powered Americans Act in 1989, relations between the newly designated 'perdos' and powertypicals have improved markedly. Where previously perdos were viewed with disdain and fear by the majority of the populace, now both groups live side-by-side, unafraid. By ensuring equal treatment under the law and instituting government oversight over powered vigilante activity, the DPAA stands up today as a shining example of compromise between two groups who have historically faced difficulty seeing eye-to-eye."

Jeremy chewed the inside of his cheek and shot a glance around the room. Only Cheyenne seemed to be even interested in the documentary, that is assuming it was notes she was writing down and not just random scribbling.The rest of the team by turns stared at the clock, considered the inside of their eyelids or examined their fingernails. Generally speaking, Human-Perdo relations was not that bad of a course, at least it was easy, but these documentaries always seemed to rub Jeremy just a little bit the wrong way. It was amazing how the pleasant voiced man narrating could be so quick to forgive decades and decades of mistreatment, glossing over it as if it was some far off dark age and not merely a few generations removed. Jeremy steepled his fingers and popped his knuckles, earning a shush from Greenstar at the back of the room. He hadn't asked to be roped into all this. Half the time he wished his parents had just followed through on their threat of shipping him off to a military school for kids with powers. The rest of the time he shivered and wondered if it was true the things he'd heard about those schools, how kids got listed as run aways so they could be turned into human weapons and used against the Soviets. Being a member of the Youth Vanguard wasn't terrible really, when compared to other options. It just wasn't fair that while some teens got lucky and were assigned to good teams, with good leadership, Jeremy had somehow wound up on one of the 'problem' units. These were kids that either had shit powers, shit families, or shit attitudes. He told himself that he was here because of the latter, although at night the thought popped into his head that maybe it was his ability after all. He'd push these thoughts back and back, but they always lingered on waiting for the right moment to attack. He told himself that what sent him here was his conduct record, and that it was nothing a little hard work and positivity couldn't fix. Not that these were things that came easily to him. He looked over at Cheyenne hoping to meet her eyes. She didn't even notice, remaining enrapt in the exciting tale of how normals in their profound generosity had given up on exterminating every single perdo. Jeremy looked back down, his hands callused and his nails bitten low. 'Maybe this will be good for me,' he whispered to himself. Mercifully the documentary ended soon, and everyone was allowed to stand and stretch. Jeremy stifled a yawn as he rolled his neck, mentally patting himself on the back for good behavior. Greenstar and Catcher, their assigned mentors, came to the front of the classroom and collected the question sheets they had passed out earlier. Catcher spoke first. "Alright, now that that's out of the way. Was there anything in that video anyone found particularly surprising?" Completely unsurprisingly, Cheyenne's hand was the only one to go up. "Ms. Hererra." "I had read before about the riots in 1987, but I had no idea it was so violent! So many people died just because they were born different." Her voice started off excited, but trailed off. Catcher nodded slowly in agreement while Greenstar crossed his arms. "Anyone else?" In comparison to Catcher's even tone, Greenstar's voice always seemed harsh to Jeremy's ears. "Mr. Harris?" Jeremy blinked his eyes automatically at hearing his surname, then looked down to his desk and back up. "Well, uh, I thought that it was interesting that perdo became the preferred word when the DPAA got passed, but now it's such a controversy if we should keep it or not." Everyone sat in silence for a second. From the corner of his eye, Jeremy saw Liam flash him a thumbs up and a goofy grin. Before one of the adults could respond, his hand went up too. Hesitantly, Catcher called him. "Mr. Bernard.." "I learned," Liam began excitedly, "that Jeremy actually can stay awake during an in-class movie." Silence persisted only for a second before the class set to giggling. Jeremy's face burned and he pursed his lips. Catcher clapped his hands loudly and everyone sat at attention. "Hilarious. Don't do it again, Bernard. Class is dismissed, but as I'm sure you're all aware we have combat training at 4:30. Go to your dorm, change, get ready, come back." As soon as that sentence ended, Jeremy felt himself jamming all his papers into his bookbag, zipping it in one motion and rushing toward the door. He tried to beat the rush, but his desk sat at the far edge of the classroom, so he was unable to make it far down the hall before encountering conversation. "That was pretty funny, right?" Liam said to him, grabbing his shoulder as he walked up behind him. Jeremy rolled his eyes. Connie stepped beside them and smirked. "Don't do it again Mr. Bernard", she quoted, punching him lightly in the stomach. Even still Liam gasped and bent with the blow, releasing Jeremy. "I just don't see why Greenstar has to always call me out. As if I'm the only one other than Teacher's Pet who doesn’t want to be here." Connie shot a look of pure death at him. "Be nice," she said, pulling back her arm, "Or else." Jeremy licked his lips nervously and nodded. "Yeah, alright. I'll put it on my to-do list." Shooting a glance over his shoulder he saw Cheyenne still hadn't left the classroom, and Eric was dragging his feet behind them, completely unhurried. Strange, because his power required the most downtime before it could be used effectively. While many abilities could operate with no buildup necessary, Eric needed to spend a fairly decent amount of time holding onto something hot in order to charge up his heat beams. Normally this took the form of him sitting next to the stove in the dorm he shared with Liam and Jeremy, one hand gripping the red hot element, the other lazily flipping through channels. The dorms were really only supposed to accomodate two YV members, but because of the nature of their team as a 'problem' unit, all three of the boys on the team had been forced to share one room. At first it had been a hassle, but over time they had fostered an uneasy peace, going so far as to make a schedule so no one had to sleep on the futon more than one night in a row. This was not to say the bunks were appreciably more comfortable, but in the minds of the roommates, sleeping on the couch permanently while the other two got the beds would be a clear sign of submission. It had been Liam's idea, ever diplomatic. He had told Jeremy once that he was the middle of seven siblings, and it showed. Eric on the other hand was like a smooth stone, not difficult to deal with, but unmoving. He kept to himself mostly, preferring to watch tv or listen to music, but if one of the others challenged him he was quick to lash out. So long as everyone followed the rules and he understood and agreed to them, he was a perfectly amicable dormmate. The three had been living together for almost a month now, but Jeremy still felt sometimes that he barely knew either of them. On their second week, the three had sat together playing cards and Liam had raised the topic of how they all ended up there, half jokingly. When silence reigned he volunteered that he had always wanted to be in the YV, and that he had actually had to beg his parents to let him go to try and be a hero. He laughed when telling the story but it was obvious that hurt sat just below the surface. Jeremy had gone next, telling them after tripping a teacher at his old school and using his powers mischeviously, his parents had forced him to join, giving over the other option as Perdo Military school. What he hadn't said was that he had been pleased, because he had been trying to get away from home for years unsuccessfully. Both of them turned their glance to Eric, who all the time had been studying his hand of cards. Feeling their gazes, he looked up and regarded them with his deep grey eyes. One corner of his mouth twitched to the side before he spoke. "I burned someone."

[ohlvca-blog]

INTRODUCING,

» francisco lachowski & twenty-two & cismale.「 after checking isabella’s diary, we saw luca rosario show up many times. apparently, he is a fashion photographer that isabella called her mutual friend. she mentions that they can be compassionate yet naive, and our background check says luca has lived here one month. if we move fast, we might catch them at the photo lab. 」

waddup, peeps ?? this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing Soft Boy™, luca rosario. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, francisco has recently become my forever Fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a LIKE and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at justrue#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about luca and his life. also all my wcs are listed over HERE if you wanna check that out as well. can’t wait to start interacting !! 

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

LAYER ONE: THE STATS.

NAME. luca leonardo rosario. he was born out of wedlock, so he took his mother’s name at birth even though his father’s surname is polish.

ALIAS. people usually just call him by luca but sometimes luke, luki, or leo make an appearance.

TITLE. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive pizza addict, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

NAME MEANING. his true significance of his name means a bringer of light.

AGE. twenty-two years old.

GENDER IDENTITY. cis-male.

PRONOUNS. he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that luca is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. he currently lives in venice, california but he travels quite often for his job, so residency usually fluctuates depending on how long he stays there. 

BIRTHPLACE. san paulo, brazil.

NATIONALITY. brazilian.

ETHNICITY. half portuguese and german on mother side, half polish on father side.

RELIGION. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was eighteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to luca, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in God. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. portuguese (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french (still learning but can understand it quite well).

EDUCATION. graduated with the bachelor of fine arts in photography and painting at the school of visual arts in nyc.

PROFESSION. he works as a full-time fashion/commercial photographer. meaning, he works with different agencies such as fashion magazines, building, modeling, landscapes, etc. he’s also usually on location and travels a lot for his career.

LAYER TWO: THE STORY.

- so this is my baby boy, luca rosario and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by luca, but on occasion people call him either luke, luki, or leo. but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- luca was born in san paulo, brazil to both loving and supportive parents named jeremi and mariana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to maryland because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were relocated for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young, making his parents both twenty-two when he was born. 

- luca was also born out of wedlock, so by the time his parents decided to marry two years later, his parents had already made the decision to give him his mother’s maiden name even though his father’s last name is polish.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, luca had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged luca’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, luca’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop luca from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he has brother, who is three years younger than him, named tomás. his relationship with his brother, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along. sometimes people believe they aren’t actually related or that they’re half siblings because when his brother was born, he took their father’s last name.

- most people would describe luca as the benevolent. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, luca declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- luca is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- to put it plan and simple luca is an art ho. he even went to university for it too ( the audacity of it all smh ). luca always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well. 

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

-  his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

- when he turned seventeen, luca decided he wanted to go to college after high school. so he applied to an arts school in new york and graduated at twenty-one with two degrees in photography and painting.

- for about a year after graduating, he took some time to create his own freelance business while also looking for jobs in the commercial and industrial world of photography. about a three months ago, a fashion agency, settled in california, had contacted him about loving the work he had done in his freelance business and offered him a job as their full-time photographer. of course he accepted the job and moved out to venice, california. he’s been there for a whole month and hasn’t looked back since.

- upon hearing the news of isabella souza’s murder and also being a suspect in the case, luca’s kind of been on edge since. granted, he never knew isabella all that well, considering he met her through a mutual friend of theirs about as long as he’s lived in venice and became rather decent friends because of it. but to know someone killed her, freaks him out. he never met someone who has been a victim of a homicide case before and frankly, he doesn’t know how to act since the news broke.

[ninyard]

okayy jer sibling thoughts: for a minute i was toying with the idea that bryson isn't the brother cat was talking about when she says jeremy's older brother is an asshole, that there's another older brother maybe in prison? explaining the anxiety about being recognized by cops and his family's obsession with image (gotta crack down pretty hard when you already have a kid in prison). obviously jeremy doesn't get on with bryson, but he doesn't get on with annalise either (albeit not to the same extent as bryson) and cat doesn't say anything about her. granted, her wording of "/the/ older brother" implies bryson is the only one and therefore the asshole, but the other brother being in prison is still possible. if bryson *is* the bad one, i think he likely hurt jeremy at some point. i'm thinking about lucas and jeremy's phone convo where jeremy asks if lucas feels safe with grayson and lucas says "he's my brother" and jeremy says "that's not what i asked"... the exchange feels pointed imo

I didn’t even realise that interaction between Lucas and Jeremy was…significant but now that you point it out to me oh my GOD is it relevant it’s SO pointed.

This just gives me an opportunity to share my Jeremy’s Family Situation Theory okay so in this theory: (reposted it here)

- Jeremy has an estranged oldest brother

- This brother goes by their father’s surname and not Knox

- Jeremy’s brother was also on the Trojans (but this may or may not be dependent on them having different surnames)

- Jeremy’s brother was homophobic

So I have a few theories about the Banquet incident and one that’s a mess of a bunch of different theories and it’s this: picture Older Brother. Older brother is a 4th year Trojan, he’s well liked, but he’s kind of an asshole in private. His dad is Jeremy’s dad - but he grew up with a different surname, because their parents were still together/married by the time he was in school. Jeremy and his sister became Knox kids after their mother married into the Knox family. The older brother was old enough and refused to change from his father’s surname. He tried to fit in with the Knox family but he knows he’s kind of a black sheep for it. He’s the one that’s excluded from public facing recognition, because he’s not a Knox.

SO

Jeremy gets scouted for the Trojans while his brother is still there, and to have his baby brother on the team was INFURIATING to him. He didn’t get along with Jeremy already, but to have him on this team. Oh, he hated Jeremy for that. But the key thing here is he never revealed that Jeremy was his younger brother. He threatened Jeremy as well, and told him to keep his mouth shut, and tell NO ONE that they were related.

Along comes the fall banquet. Jeremy is out as a gay man and has been for quite a while. It’s a bone of contention in his family but ultimately they accept it as long as he is quiet about it, and it doesn’t interfere with their political or public image. But Jeremy’s oldest brother never supported Jeremy and regularly insulted him or bullied him over it. So, Jeremy is out, and he decides to bring a man to the banquet. 1) his mother begged him not to. 2) his sister begged him not to. 3) everyone in his family begged him not to. But he refuses to hide who he is or pretend to be straight for the sake of their image. In the end there’s nothing they can do, and he goes with this man.

Jeremy, little freshman Jeremy, rolls up to the banquet with a man on his arm. It’s 2003, maybe 2004. It’s a huge deal. Jeremy’s older brother doesn’t know he is bringing said man to the banquet, and he fucking glares at him all night. He’s so angry. By the time the tables get moved, he plucks up the courage to cross the hall to Jeremy. Calls him a very unsavoury slur starting with an F and Jeremy hits his brother, he punches him square in the face. He would’ve hit him again, but they get pulled apart and he can’t. Theres witnesses. And still nobody knows they’re related. The brother leaves him alone, Jeremy promises to stay away from him, and the night continues.

Jeremy steps outside to get some air, and unbeknownst to him his brother follows him. An altercation ensues, and eventually they start PUMMELLING each other. His brother hits him first, Jeremy hits him back, there’s blood and bruises and now more witnesses as Jeremy’s brother beats him the fuck up. Somebody called the cops, and the cops have to separate them. They ask Jeremy if he wants to press charges; he says yes. He says he wants it to be reported as a hate crime. They ask his brother if he wants to press charges for assault, and he says yes. So they both get arrested.

Where I think Jeremy’s fear of cops comes from, or lack of trust, or hatred for them, is how he was treated that night. The cops tell him they need a reason to charge his brother with a hate crime, he tells them he’s gay, and he gets treated like SHIT. They search him for no reason, they’re looking for any reason they can to make him uncomfortable or drop the charges. They’re asking him did he do anything to deserve it? Did he antagonise his brother? Has he been drinking? They make him really fucking uncomfortable and upset. by the time his mom bails him out he’s ready to drop the charges, but decides not to. The brother goes to stay with his father, Jeremy goes home, and the Knox family pay A LOT of money to keep this quiet. They don’t charge Jeremy with assault, but maybe they tell his mom there’s nothing they can do about Jeremy’s charges against his older brother if he won’t drop them.

Proceed to the reaction from USC; they recognise it as a hate crime and Jeremy doesn’t get kicked out of school, but he does get a very stern warning and maybe gets benched for a while. His brother on the other hand loses everything: there’s an active hate crime charge against him, he brutally assaulted a freshman while representing the team, and he gets removed from the team and expelled from the university. The Knox family have no choice but to estrange him further than he already was - so he’s totally out of the picture.

Jeremy tore the family apart because of his refusal to drop the charges, then him dropping the charges and instead getting a no-contact/restraining order against his brother means that while he’s living there the brother cannot be in the picture. So brother who is already a black sheep for not being a Knox, is now no longer welcome in the family home (except for when Jeremy is not in the house - if he’s not estranged, possibly he visits on the weekends, or lives there during the summer? And that’s why Jeremy doesn’t live at home during those times?)

The scandal is that he caused a team member to be removed from the team as a freshman, his sister who doesn’t like him that much anyway can now no longer see her brother, and she stopped supporting Jeremy’s matches because of it. He tore the family apart because of his insistence on being “GAY HATE CRIME VICTIM”. They bullied him into not seeking justice - and his sibling hate him for this whole incident. They don’t agree with him being gay because of their political affiliations, his older brother lost HIS older brother because of him, his sister lost him too. Idk

Does this even make sense? Is it far fetched? I don’t know I don’t care I just had to get this off my chest. I could talk about my theories FOREVER. This is just. A quick short summary of the possibility of an oldest brother who’s no longer in the Knox Family Picture.

[lewishamledger]

Smells like team spirit

Monday night is the best night of the week for TV for a good part of the year at least... well, it most definitely is if you like quizzes. 

Apart from all the usual tea-time favourites, you can regularly tune in to BBC2 from 8pm and enjoy a double-whammy of Only Connect (brilliantly hosted by Victoria Coren) swiftly followed by the long-running University Challenge (acerbicly chaired by Jeremy Paxman).

Obviously, Goldsmiths will always be the team that I support due to local loyalty but as soon as they went out of the competition in the current series, I had to find a new team to follow and that team was Imperial.

The college have a decent enough pedigree having won in 1995-96 and also in 2000-01, and this year, they’ve made the semi-finals at the very least. This team is strong right across the board and they’re all hugely likeable.

Their captain is a local lad done good – the mild-mannered and bespectacled Caleb Rich - who is studying Controlled Quantum Dynamics.

He seems proud of the fact he’s from the blue borough, as he always states he’s from Lewisham on every round he’s appeared thus far.

‘I was born in Brockley and brought up there until I went away to university - I was at Oxford before Imperial. The area has definitely gone up market in recent years.

‘I actually applied for University Challenge a few times when I was at Oxford. The one year that I didn’t make it onto the team, they made it onto TV so it didn’t quite work out for me.’

This series however, he made it through to be in Imperial’s final four.

‘Luckily I managed to come back and do it again. The first round was a written quiz with quite a few people taking that. There were around 40 people when I was there and I think there were a couple of other days when people could do it.

‘And then the second round was a buzzer round so they invited the best people back to play a few match-style rounds and I was picked from that.

‘I’d never met the others in the team before. We didn’t really know each other - I think maybe the guys doing computer science might have met - but we then trained a lot together. We watched a lot of old episodes and played along. We also went to Manchester three times to visit the studio and we definitely bonded over the process.’

Caleb’s other team mates are Richard Brooks, from Stockton-on-Tees, who is studying mechanical engineering. Then there’s Conor McMeel, from Dublin, studying computer science. The other member of the team is somebody who is talked about a lot on social media and he’s definitely one of my favourites - Brandon Blackwell (though he doesn’t use his surname on the show). He hails from Jamaica, Queens in New York City and is studying computing.

As a regular viewer, Caleb seems the perfect choice as captain. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some really great captains with strong personalities in recent years - like Eric Monkman and Bobby Seagull - but with Mr Rich, it’s quite refreshing that it comes across that it’s all about the team rather than a personal focus just on him. It seems he got the job as captain because of this.

‘When we were doing the team part of it they said I was quite good at communicating, getting ideas from people and working with them.’

And does he look online at what people are saying about the contestants?

‘I do look at Twitter. We get some nice comments but I’ve seen it when others have been criticized. I saw one female contestant writing a whole thread about what was being said about her and it was horrible. It’s a real shame when that happens – it would put people off.’

Since we spoke, the first semi-final has taken place where Corpus Christi beat Durham so that leaves Caleb’s team to face another Cambridge institution – Trinity. I asked him if the fact that Imperial had gone so far in the competition meant there is a new-found awareness of him and his team-mates?

‘I do get recognised at Imperial when I’m around campus. I don’t know if anyone has recognised me when I’ve been around Lewisham.

‘I have spotted others who have taken part - there’s a girl in the Courtauld team (who Imperial beat in the quarter-finals) called Collinge who works in Brockley’s Rock and I think she might live in Lewisham as I’ve seen her around quite a lot.’

And what else does he get up to locally?

‘I do quite a lot of pub quizzes – I’ve done the quiz at The Orchard on a Sunday a few times as well. It’s a good quiz and it’s well written but it’s quite hard!’

And it turns out he hosts one locally as well.

‘I run the one that usually takes place at Skehan’s. There’s me and another guy called Dan who organise it every other week.’

In the meantime, we’ve got at least one more appearance from Caleb on TV to look forward to.

‘Our semi-final is going to be on 13 April (this coming Monday). I can’t say how we did but looking back, we were pleased how well we did as a team throughout the series. There’s been a lot of good teams like Corpus Christi. Durham were very good as well.’

If it does end up with Imperial leaving the competition at the semi-final stage, as any follower of the England football team will know, there’s no shame in being a losing semi-finalist.  

[tumsa]

Jerejean prompt: “If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?” (x)

"Hypothetically," Jeremy starts and Jean snorts. Jeremy knows that if the night wasn't so dark and his head wasn't tucked under Jean's chin he would see the accompanying unimpressed eyeroll.

"I swear to god if this is another of your imagine if you were Luke Skywalker questions," Jean mumbles quietly, as to not disturb the stars they have been watching, "I will push you off the car and drive right over you."

That makes Jeremy laugh. "No, you won't, you like me too much."

"Debatable."

Jeremy grins because he's stupidly, hopelessly in love and even Jean's sarcasm makes his heart flutter. And if the overwhelming fondness climbs up his throat and makes his breath stutter when Jean squeezes his hand, there are no witnesses besides the starry sky above them to call him out on it.

"So, hypothetically if we got married," Jeremy asks and he can feel Jean freezing under him, can hear the sharp inhale of a breath, the pounding of Jean’s heartbeat, "would I have to take your last name or would you use mine? Or could we just make up a new one?"

There is a moment of silence and then Jean pulls back to look down at Jeremy with eyes full of shock and mouth stuck half open. He doesn't let go of Jeremy's hand though as he finally whispers unsure:  "We what?"

Jeremy swallows a grin and attempts to sound serious. Laila says he's a horrible actor, can’t fake a thing, but he tries none the less. "I mean, Kevin says Thea won't change her surname because, you know," he waves with the hand that's not being held captive in Jean's grip, "she's famous and everyone knows her as Muldani, not good for her image, I guess. And imagine us on the same team, how will we know which Moreau or Knox is supposed to listen to the coach?"

There is more silence while Jeremy pretends to think about the question himself and then Jean huffs. "Did you and Alvarez had another stupid bet?"

"Maybe," Jeremy admits carefully and smiles when Jean just relaxes and doesn't even threaten Jeremy's life again. Their fingers are still wrapped together. "But I have to admit, Jeremy Moreau sounds nice."

"Oh my god," Jean murmurs through his teeth, "I can't believe this is my life."

Jeremy grins. He can't believe it either.

[amorremanet]

OC profile meme: Adelaide?

oc profiles meme!

…okay, so, uh. Fair warning: Most of the length of this is actually taken up by the footnotes, and there are several periods where it stopped being about Addie specifically and turned into, “And now, I shall babble a lot about her, her brothers, their parents, their family dynamics, and a lot of THINGS AND STUFF that are generally related to this family of weirdos, because they are my weirdos and I love them.”

Also, the footnotes are kind of egregiously long, even by my standards. So, uh. That’s a thing. But anyway.

Full Name^: Adelaide Léonide Beauharnais Moncrieff.

Like all three of her brothers and several of their cousins, Addie got screwed by their family’s love of Significantly Significant and more-than-vaguely pretentious names.

For starters: she, Max, Seb, and Ambrose all wound up with, “Beauharnais” as a gratuitous middle name. It is their Mom’s maiden name, which she still uses almost as often as her husband’s surname. Giving it to the kids was their Dad’s idea.

It didn’t even have anything to do with carrying on Marceline’s family name, since she has two brothers who both had sons; Abe just thought it would be nice for the kids to have “Beauharnais” in their names, too.

Aside from that — Adelaide’s given first name was actually chosen for two reasons: 1. it’s a name with Family History™ behind it, just like all of the boys’ first names; and 2. in honor of St. Adelaide of Burgundy, one of the patron saints of victims and survivors of abuse (also, large families and princesses).

Léonide was just chosen for the sake of family history, rather than being a saintly name. The boys were not so lucky on that count, but Adelaide would’ve had a double-saintly name too, had Marceline not decided that she liked the name, “Léonide” more than, “Leonie.”

Addie is cool with that choice on her Mom’s part, because she got a French feminine counterpart of Leonidas as a middle name, while Max got his middle name from John the Baptist, Ambrose got that guy who the original Twelve Apostles recruited to replace Judas Iscariot, and Sebastian was middle-named after that long-winded douche who wrote The City of God, but he’s way more famous for praying, “Lord, please grant me chastity and self-restraint, but not right now!”

So, yeah. As far as middle-namesakes go, Adelaide is pretty sure that she won and her brothers lost.

Her Bastian is the only one she’s not going to lord it over when she’s bored or insecure or something along those lines, and that’s a relatively recent development, because watching her baby brother nearly kill himself multiple times and go to rehab made teasing him about his saintly middle-namesake really not funny to her anymore.

Seb wishes that Addie would let it be funny again, like?? Please? Acting like it’s not funny makes him feel broken.

Adelaide would be more open to listening on that count if their arguments about it didn’t tend to involve Seb saying that this middle-naming thing is totally funny because he’s a bigger drunken, worthless fuck-up than the patron saint of drunken, worthless fuck-ups, and not getting why his sister doesn’t think that it’s funny.

(It’s largely because she’s realized that her Bastian isn’t kidding when he calls himself a worthless fuck-up or make self-deprecating “jokes,” and she has no idea what to do to help with any of this, but helping fuel his problems is definitely not funny.)

Gender and Sexuality: Cis woman. // Bisexual.

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers.

Birthplace and Birthdate: May 27th, 1982. // Baltimore, MD. She’s a Gemini (Leo Moon, Virgo Rising).

Addie’s birthday is known as, “the Day of Driven Dedication,” her birth week as, “the Week of Freedom,” and the “way” that she was born under is, “the Way of Originality.”

And because I like sharing and want someone to see what I did here, these are the birthdates and signs for Addie’s immediate family members:

Abe: January 26th, 1949. // Aquarius (Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising).

Day: The Day of Striking Deeds.

Week: The Week of Genius.

(If Marceline ever heard this, she’d probably go, “So, is that astrology’s way of explaining the elaborate scale model of the storming of the Bastille that he built in the basement? Or the collection of Area 51 conspiracy theories? Or the time he responded to, ‘Dad, I’m gay’ with, ‘Hi, gay, I’m Dad’?”

Abe doesn’t believe in astrology, but might agree with that interpretation, if only because he likes it when his belle étoile affectionately teases him for being kind of a space cadet outside the office.)

Way: The Way of Empowerment.

Marceline: October 23rd, 1951. // Libra/Scorpio cusp (Leo Moon, Pisces Rising).

Day: The Day of Conflicting Destiny.

Week: The Week of Drama and Criticism.

Way: The Way of Extension.

Cusp: The Cusp of Drama and Criticism.

Technically, Marceline falls on the Libra side of the cusp here, but she’s right on the line.

Max: October 31st, 1978. // Scorpio (Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising).

Day: The Day of Attentiveness.

Week: The Week of Intensity.

Way: The Way of Grounding.

Max would really rather you didn’t remind him that he was born on Halloween. Like…… please don’t.

Unless you’re his daughter or his wife or maybe his sister, he probably won’t find it amusing

Ambrose: September 23rd, 1984. // Virgo (Virgo Moon, Aries Rising).

Day: The Day of the Breakthrough.

Week: The Week of Beauty.

Way: The Way of Modulation.

Cusp: The Cusp of Beauty.

Ambrose is, in fairness, right up on the cusp with Libra, but technically, he’s still on the Virgo side.

Sebastian: August 13th, 1985. // Leo (Cancer Moon, Pisces Rising).

Day: The Day of Long Odds.

Week: The Week of Leadership.

Which freaked him out, when his late cousin Jeremy was having an astrology phase and Seb had to hear this because Jeremy was one of his best friends, and ahahaha, no thank you, that’s not funny, Seb is not a leader or a role model or anything, why

Way: The Way of Grace.

Marie (Addie’s niece): July 9th, 2008. // Cancer (Libra Moon, Leo Rising).

Day: The Day of Dark Pragmatism.

Week: The Week of the Unconventional.

Way: The Way of Consideration.

Linda (Addie’s sister-in-law): May 13th, 1979. // Taurus (Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising).

Day: The Day of Natural Appeal.

Week: The Week of the Natural.

Way: The Way of Solution.

Yes, I am slightly ashamed of how much time and thought I put into this, and into toggling my characters’ birth charts using the free chart-making things on alabe.com and astro.com — plus the book, The Secret Language of Birthdays, and their free app, for all of the, “Day of X,” “Week of Y” stuff — and of doing it all for no real purpose beyond, “I really like all these inane details,” “Sometimes, I get fun ideas from doing shit with these inane details,” and, “I want someone to see what I did here.”

But clearly, I am not nearly ashamed enough to stop doing it and/or at least not admit to it in public.

Species/Race & Ethnicity: Human (non-mutant). // White (French).

For the most part, the Moncrieffs have not lived in France since about 1781, when Addie and her brothers’ some-odd-great-grandfather sold off the family’s marquisate to join the Marquis de Lafayette in saving the American Revolution, then stayed an expat to find new opportunities.

The only exception to that is one ancestor who Seb is partly named after — partly because said ancestor’s name was Severin Sebastien vs. Sebastian Augustine, and partly because there have been other Sebastiens and Sebastians on the family tree — and he was only an exception because he stayed in Paris with his husband-in-all-but-tedious-legalities, and they eventually got involved in the French Revolution. Severin had no children, so the family in France died when he did.

Marceline’s family hasn’t been in France for several generations either.

This does not stop any of them from being ridiculously insistent on how French they are.

Addie has the most chill about it — which is particularly notable because she doesn’t really have any chill to speak of, ever and about most things — because she’s of the mind that bringing up the family’s French-ness is really only useful when it comes to matters of business, and more specifically, matters of advertising.

See, the Moncrieff family business is wine. The family’s first vineyard in the States is in upstate New York, and they have another in Maryland that was one of the big reasons why some of the family moved to the Baltimore area in the first place. Wine was the family business even before they came out to the States; a huge amount of land on the old ancestral holdings in Bordeaux was taken up by a vineyard.

Traditionally, most of the Moncrieff offspring go into the family business in some capacity.

This generation is sort of odd, in that regard, since Ambrose is a teacher, Sebastian is a mess, and only a handful of their odd cousins joined Max and Adelaide in going to work in the wine business.

(Max has been trying, fruitlessly, to get Seb to please, just come over here and take a job with the company, like. Not even a hard job, you can have a do-nothing desk job that has basically no expectations put on you, aside from you showing up and getting a haircut.

Although there are lulls between rounds of, “Sebastian, for God’s sakes, please stop being obstinate and just take the job,” Max has overall doubled-down on these efforts ever since his little brother went to rehab about a year and a half before the story starts, because dammit, he wants his brother to not die.

The big problem here is that Max is genuinely trying to help, but he’s coming at the whole issue from a place of, “It’s not as though Sebastian needs any of the money to be found in crime, he must need some guidance about what else to do with himself” — and he doesn’t get that this comes off as patronizing because he thinks that he’s being super-earnest about wanting to help his brother, so Seb’s constant refusals and exasperation make Max go, “?????”

[But to be fair, that’s not entirely his fault, since both of them have a problem of not trying hard enough to get on each other’s level, and getting several pieces wrong when they do try, and missing crucial pieces of information about each other’s situations.

So, it’s like…… Yeah, okay, Max isn’t doing great on his end, but Seb and his not-listening are part of the problem with everything, too.]

What Adelaide gets about all of this and Max doesn’t — largely because Seb is closer to her and has an easier time being open with her, so she knows more in general and has a better idea of how to listen and talk to him than their big brother does — is that although Max is sure that getting Seb a steady, reliable, non-criminal job would give him some much-needed stability, a job at the family business would do more harm than good.

Like, it would obviously be a position that he got by virtue of nepotism, which is pretty Not Good for someone who feels like he’s not qualified to be a person on a really basic level, much less anything else, so Seb would feel like shit for it, and he’d want to do a good job of everything but he would also feel like he couldn’t manage it.

Then, the routine and stability would be good for him, yes, but he wouldn’t be able to settle into them for long. He’d get bored and feel stifled and trapped, then hate himself for feeling stifled and trapped (and, “ungrateful,” which is how he’d put it, regardless of whether or not anyone else would agree), or he’d feel like it’s all too much pressure — especially given the whole, “he’s only here by virtue of nepotism, so he’d feel even more of a pressure to do well and like that standard is even more unreachable” — and he’d crumble under it.

Which would all be even Worse than the nepotism part of things, and Addie is trying to be understanding of how her big brother doesn’t get this shit about their little brother, and of how Seb doesn’t feel like he can communicate it to Max at all without making Max, “hate him more,” and of the way each of them think the other one hates him when that’s not true, it’s just that they’re doing a bullshit job of not-really-communicating with each other, and Addie gets it, she does

—but holy fuck, the both of you! you are ADULTS and she is your SISTER, not your trained message-carrying raven. Now do everyone a favor, get your shit together and TALK TO EACH OTHER instead of talking to her, and Ambrose, and Mom *ABOUT* each other

But anyway, as I was saying.

It’s sort of assumed by most people that Max will end up inheriting the position of CEO whenever Abe decides to retire, just like how Abe inherited it from his father.

Addie is probably Max’s biggest competition for the position, and she’s hellbent on not making it easy for him to just walk into it (which he’s not making easy for her in turn, because he has a huge chip on his shoulder about proving that he deserves the position and isn’t here solely because this is his family’s company and he’s the eldest son of the CEO, eldest grandson of the previous CEO, and so on, going all the way back to the some-odd great-grandfather who first started the company and Gaspard Maximilien Moncrieff, who wasn’t the firstborn son — since that was Severin — but who got the marquisate when his brother wouldn’t take it and first brought the family to America).

(Not that Max is deliberately making it hard for Adelaide to give him competition, here. He’s just dedicated, driven, determined, and very insecure about seeming like he’s at all incompetent or undeserving, or like he’s just an entitled rich kid who’s skating by on his family’s name — so, when you put that together with his aptitude, skills, and so on, he sets a really high bar for anyone to meet.

He’s aware of this, to some degree. He doesn’t get why Adelaide is his only sibling who feels like she’s up to the task of matching or beating him — though to be fair, it’s not that Ambrose thinks he couldn’t and more that he just doesn’t want to, vs. Seb, who definitely doesn’t think that he can live up to the examples set by any of his siblings, especially not Max’s — but still.)^^

Either way, Adelaide’s done some work she’s proud of with the company’s ad people, and she thinks there’s value in bringing up the family history in the company’s advertising. Partly, she thinks so because the family’s history is part of their brand, at this point. The company’s been around for long enough, and they’ve relied on the family’s history often enough, that part of what makes them stick out from other companies built around the production and sale of alcoholic beverages? is that their company can point at the Moncrieff name and at their history, and go, “Hey, look at our pedigree in making booze”

Mostly, though, Addie sees the value of family history here because it creates an easy appeal to authority and legacy:

e.g., “our family knows wine, so our company knows wine, and our wine is Quality™”

or, “our buckwheat single-malt is still made with the old ancestral recipe, handed down from the old marquisate in Bordeaux, first brought to us after this ancestor married that other noble family’s daughter from Brittany and the two of them learned how to grow better buckwheat and worked to refine the recipe — therefore, you can trust that we have a Quality™ product and you totally want to buy it now, don’t you?”

Otherwise, it’s like…… Yeah, okay. Addie sees the importance of her family’s history to them as a family — not least because Vigne Rêve (the family’s first estate in America, just outside of Poughkeepsie) is a National Historical Site, and they maintain a local museum there and everything, and if Addie has to endure another round of her grandfather and her baby brother arguing about some aspects of the museum and how it handles certain parts of history, she feels like she’s going to fucking scream

—but she doesn’t actually see the point in insisting on how French they are in most cases, like? To Americans, it makes the lot of them look pretentious. To French people, it tends to make them look completely ridiculous because none of them was born in France, none of them was raised in France, and Addie’s pretty sure that semi-regular trips to France while they were growing up (+ study abroad years in France, in her and Seb’s cases*) is not actually the same thing as legit growing up in France

So, Addie’s perspective is basically, “Seriously, fam. We’re not actually French, we’re Americans whose roots go back to France and the fact that Mom and Dad raised us speaking French at home as often as English — to the point that all four of us padded our college applications by taking the French language AP exams and SAT subject tests, and that Bastian can tell you he’s an idiot while reading Proust in the original French because, ‘none of the English translations get it right’ and this legitimately doesn’t faze him or strike him as weird or intellectually intensive? None of that changes how we are not actually French.”

(*: Max and Ambrose also did study abroad programs, but Ambrose went to Oxford for a conventional study abroad year — like what Seb and Addie did with their Paris programs — while Max went to DIS Copenhagen, did a summer program at the London School of Economics, and had a summer internship in Berlin through IES Abroad.)

Guilty Pleasures: Mint chocolate, pineapple on pizza, soft pretzels, arguing for the sake of arguing, deliberately (but playfully) winding up her brothers for no purpose beyond, “but they’re so cute when they’re wound up” (she really doesn’t mean this to hurt anyone, which is why she doesn’t do it to Seb that much anymore, and why she tries to steer clear of any genuinely sore or sensitive spots with all of them), finding excuses to stop by Seb’s place because she doesn’t feel like cooking today and he likes feeling useful and needed so maybe she can sweet-talk him into making her dinner (she can. she always can. she doesn’t even need to sweet-talk him, really; she just does that because she enjoys the sweet-talking aspect), binge-watching reruns of Law and Order: SVU, Catching All-Stars (the reality show about America’s premier superhero team), and Project Runway.

Phobias: Failure; not finding out what her full potential is and then actualizing it; (but at the same time) pulling an Icarus because she tried too hard or tried to go too far or opened the Ancient Tome Of Horrible Knowledge, Of Which Humanity Was Not Meant To Know, or something like that; loneliness; the CN Tower in Toronto — or, more specifically, the glass walk in the CN Tower, where logically, you know that you’re safe because you’re inside and the pod is secure, but you look down and the glass lets you see the ground and your brain goes, “DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER DANGER DANGER YOU’RE GOING TO FALL”; extreme physical heights in general tbh, though she’ll tell you that it’s not the heights she minds, but the threat of falling off of them (and she’ll cite amusement park rides as evidence, telling you how she doesn’t mind rollercoasters but can’t stand drop rides like the Tower of Terror at Disneyland).

What They Would Be Famous For: Well, she isn’t overly famous or anything, but she is actually fairly well-known in-universe, already, at least in certain circles.

On one hand, Addie can sometimes turn up in the, “society” pages of different gossip blogs or publications like the New York Post and Page Six. This is true of her parents, siblings, and some of her cousins, too, because their family is well-off and essentially minor nobility — just… y’know, this is still set in America, where we largely don’t acknowledge that we have our own de facto systems of nobility, even though we do.

This doesn’t happen to Addie herself all that often, unless:

there’s something big going on that the family’s involved in^^^

they sort of wandered into something that’s a big deal to social voyeurs, even if it isn’t a huge deal to them (like the one time, when Addie was at Barnard, when she dated the son of a Massachusetts senator who was tapped as a potential recruit to the All-Stars)

or it’s a slow news day

But she sometimes shows up in the society pages because of something or other involving whatever higher-profile trouble Seb’s gotten himself into this week

On the other hand, she’s getting a name for herself as part of the family business. Like, a few months before the story starts, she, Max, and Abe had an interview for a fairly big deal feature piece in Fortune, Addie commands a pretty decent amount of respect among business partners, and some people know her from that, even if it isn’t necessarily, “being famous” as such.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Well, there were a few times in undergrad when she only dodged a, “drunk and disorderly” charge by virtue of being a rich white girl. But generally speaking, Adelaide is, if not well-behaved, then at least not doing anything illegal or (ostensibly) too horribly irresponsible.

Unlike their self-destructive trouble-magnet baby brother, and their middle brother whose idea of a wild time would be spending so long in a really well-stocked library that he skips two meals and possibly gets locked in, Addie and Max are proponents of the, “stay within the letter of the law while violating the spirit of it” school of misbehavior

As well as being fairly well-practiced in it, both of them generally prefer to do so when it’s either for a good reason and/or working to a good end, or the infractions involved as so small that no one will actually care enough to do anything (and I’m talking like, “who took the cookie from the cookie jar” small, not like, “bored rich kids trying to justify shoplifting by being all, ‘whatever, it was just one pair of earrings’ or whatever”).

OC You Ship Them With: Margot, but it remains to be seen if that’s going to go anywhere beyond, “I like them individually, I think their interactions with each other are fun, they hit a lot of shipper trash buttons for me personally, and since I’m their writer, I could totally just make it canon if I wanted. I dunno if I want to yet, but I could.”

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I’m honestly not sure.

Thing is, Addie can be an irksome little gadfly when she wants to be, but she generally doesn’t irritate anyone enough to actually want to murder her, and while she’s loosely affiliated with the story’s main superheroes by virtue of being close with her baby brother and Pete, she technically isn’t a member of the team and doesn’t want to be.

If she did end up targeted by supervillains, it would probably be either a coincidence (as in, “she wasn’t actually targeted, but statistically speaking, if you happen to live in a universe that has supervillains, there’s always a chance that you will end up in the crossfire of one of their attacks, like Max almost was during this one incident in Manhattan back in December 1997, i.e. the end of his first semester at Columbia”), or because Seb and/or Pete fucked up and got identified by a villain who didn’t promptly end up either dead or in custody.

So……… yeah. I don’t know. Good question.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Dude, as long as it’s not going to demand a lot of thinking or attentiveness for her to enjoy it, Addie probably doesn’t care very much. Not like she tries to shut down any debates about the deeper meaning of pop culture or anything, but if she’s going to be reading or watching something for fun, then she’s looking for brain candy that she doesn’t feel like she has to pay a lot of attention to.

Vintage cartoons and “fill in the blanks” genre novels — like, potboiler noir knock-off detective stories, “what if it were like a sci-fi detective story with vampires or some shit,” and so on — are a common source of joy for her.

The ASOIAF books, she only read because Sebastian promised her that GRRM’s writing style isn’t particularly dense, and she’ll acquiesce that the books have the better story, but if she’s going to do anything with that universe, then sorry, brother, but she’s going to watch Game of Thrones, because if you ask her, it’s pretty much just a ridiculous, trash soap opera with more nudity, more dragons, and an actual production budget.

And she may not know more about Star Trek or Star Wars than you because Addie doesn’t want to actually engage with their fandoms or expanded universes or anything, but she can likely rattle off exact quotations or plot summaries better than you can, because the SW movies and TOS are good brain candy background noise, in her mind.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Alleged “love stories” that consist entirely of some dude bullying some girl, and then they hook up because of reasons or something (the relationship between Judd Nelson’s and Molly Ringwald’s characters in The Breakfast Club is Addie’s usual point of reference for what she’s talking about here).

Talents and/or Powers: Well, she doesn’t have superpowers, but some of her mundane powers include, but are not limited to: motivating pep-talks that are sweet yet simultaneously kind of abrasive; multitasking (she’s not as good at is she thinks she is, and tbh, she probably should’ve been diagnosed with ADHD at some point*); remembering the details that you probably wish that she’d forget but spacing on some of the ones you want her to remember; being the absolute worst person to go with her baby brother to make sure that he doesn’t try to adopt every single dog at the ASPCA, because she’ll be right there with him going, “oh no, they’re so cute, we should take all of them home”; getting way too intense when she’s playing foosball, racquetball, Mario Kart, or literally anything else that has a competitive aspect; being the cool aunt who’s down for everything and can be a responsible chaperone while making it seem like she’s a BFF, rather than a babysitter; and looking bomb as Hell in a suit.

*: the fact that she hasn’t been diagnosed with ADHD is even more glaring in light of this one instance when she was at Barnard, when she went to a party where Adderall was available and being offered to people, she took some, and instead of getting high, she got the sudden, abrupt clarity that comes when you’ve been living with brain-static for your entire life and haven’t realized that this is not just a normal part of life that literally everyone experiences.

……Except then, Addie didn’t connect the dots here, or talk about this to anyone to compare notes on what happens when you take Adderall without having ADHD, and she went back to thinking the brain-static was just a normal part of life. She does wonder sometimes, because her mind wanders too much and onto too many tracks for her not to wonder, but she’s 35 and still doesn’t think she might be even a little bit ADHD.

Like, if you pressed her, you would eventually hit a wall where she has to admit that her rationale here is essentially, “Because of reasons” and the reasons do not exist. But that’s sort of a point because no one’s pressed her about this.

Unfortunately, one of the people who could probably help her the most (Sebastian, because he has more experience with psychoactive substances than his big sister does) has never heard the story of this night, and these days, Addie would be reluctant to bring it up to him, for fear of “triggering” him in a way that might mean screwing up his sobriety.

(note: I use the, “scare quotes” here not to question the concept of triggering, but to illustrate that Adelaide…… sorta doesn’t know what she’s talking about, right now.

Like, she understands the concept of triggers and triggering someone, and her understanding is more or less accurate, but when it comes to her baby brother and his well-being, she blows it a little out of proportion.

Meaning: when Seb is involved, her understanding of how triggers work gets hypervigilant and excessive about the power that triggers have over people, to the extent that you usually only see among people who are trying to go, “checkmate, sjws!!!” by presenting shit as like, “triggers are a way of blaming you for someone else’s mistakes because you said the word, ‘assault,’ it made them angry, and they decapitated a bunch of baby seals with a chainsaw and it’s all your fault, how very dare you use words, you horrible person, blah blah blah, don’t respect people’s ~so-called~ triggers because they’re just a bunch of whiny piss-babies, etc. etc. etc.”

I mean, her heart is in the right place, but Addie sort of hasn’t put it together that simply saying phrases like, “pharm party” or, “junky” around Sebastian isn’t a magic spell that will compel him to go get high.

Further unfortunately, Seb has only vaguely realized that she’s doing this, so he waffles between, “I don’t even know if I’m actually seeing a trend or if I’m ‘just being sensitive’ and imagining things” and, “ugh, if I’m not imagining things, I can’t call her on it. She’s trying to help, and I appreciate that, so I don’t want to make her feel bad.”

She also kinda hasn’t realized that talking about drugs and alcohol in general is also not a magic spell that will make Seb go out and use — which he has noticed more clearly**, but still hasn’t called her on, even though Pete’s pointed out to him that it’s kind of ridiculous because:

“Princess, what the fuck does she think we talk about at meetings [of AA and NA]? Our burgeoning collections of vintage Barbie Dream-Houses or something?”

and, “Seriously. Part of why we see Genevieve [Seb’s and Pete’s therapist] is for help staying clean, which generally requires that we talk about our drugs of choice at least a little bit. Does? Does Adelaide think that we — an unreasonably tall, unfathomably kind, and unfairly down on himself addict, and a witty, abrasive, temperamental, but resilient, insightful, and devastatingly good-looking addict — don’t talk to our therapist about being fucking addicts? I’m just???? WHAT.”

—but, still. She’s trying to help, she is just…… being sort of overprotective and misguided about the particular way in which she’s going about it. Whoops.)

(**: He might not have noticed, if the, “Adelaide is averse to and skittish about talking about drinking, getting high, parties or partying, or any of that with Seb, these days” thing had stayed a series of vaguely similar, disconnected incidents, like her aversion to brining up drugs and alcohol with him.

But it’s sort of difficult to miss this when your big sister:

catches you, slightly over a month sober for the eleventh time now, and trying to break the new high-tech lock on the liquor cabinet in your Dad’s study, a few hours into his birthday party [and getting absolutely nowhere because it’s a really good lock with multiple redundancies, designed to make someone get frustrated and give up on breaking past it, which is why Abe and Marceline picked it];

notices that you’re barely even fully aware of what you were doing until she startles you and brings you back around;

sees that you’re deeply upset by this, not because you got caught, but because you really are serious about staying clean, but then shit like this happens and it makes you feel like maybe you’re not serious about it, or maybe you’re too weak for it, and it all sort of makes you feel like you’re gaslighting yourself;

tells you to talk it out at her if you need to;

listens attentively, and hugs you while you cry on her shoulder;

……and then still can’t actually contribute to the conversation without stumbling over trying to find a bunch of euphemisms for drinking and getting high, apologizing for saying things like, “getting high,” “using,” “getting wasted,” and so on

………and when asked about why she’s sorry for saying phrases that tend to be commonplace in your life, making up some rationale about how you’re already upset and she didn’t want to make it worse

…………and then, before you can point out that you wouldn’t be upset about her using the phrase, “getting drunk,” abruptly changing the subject to ask if you want her to go ask Mom and Dad to put the alcohol away for the rest of the night so you don’t have to watch other people drink when you’re feeling upset and vulnerable.

Why Someone Might Love Them: …it’s past 1 AM on Wednesday, I’ve been writing this since Monday afternoon, and I’m seriously blanking on how to answer both this question and the next one.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: …so, while I feel bad about skipping them because it’s such a cop-out, I’m still going to skip them because I’m tired and I’m blanking on how to answer these, and *whines while making vague gestures at my bag of pretzels*

How They Change: This part, I’m sort of making up as I go and really don’t have hashed out yet, because Addie is one of my favorite secondary characters, but she’s still a secondary character. If this were a TV show, she’d be a colorful recurring cast member, but not a, “main cast member in all but name” recurring like Tara on Buffy, Isaac on Teen Wolf, or Kevin on Riverdale.

So…… I’m experimenting and kinda, “vibe-ing it” with Addie and where she’s going to go, at the moment.

But at least I have the integrity enough to admit that I’m “vibe-ing it,” instead of acting like it’s entirely intentional, I say, totally not casting a judgmental sidelong glance at JK Rowling for any reason whatsoever, nope, not me, I would never.

Why You Love Them: okay, full disclosure, I’ve been writing this since yesterday (and if I don’t get this posted ’til it’s technically Wednesday, I mean that I’ve been writing it since Monday), with only periodic breaks to sleep, or eat, or regroup because I could feel my thought processes getting messier than usual, or space out to cartoons for a bit.

So, my ability to bullshit is a little tapped right now, and all I’ve got for this answer is, “idk, I just think she’s fun, like? She’s loving but obnoxious, principled but still someone who winds her brothers up about pineapple on pizza just because they’re so cute when they’re wound up, probably the sort of person who would end up chasing a white whale while making deliberate references to Moby Dick and lampshading that this is a terrible fucking idea but continuing to do it anyway, and??? idk, I just really enjoy her.”

^: This point isn’t actually a legal name or anything, so much as something that’s important to Addie anyway (even though she’s a Catholic in name only, like she’s barely even a “Christmas and Easter” Catholic), but she picked Saint Monica as her Confirmation namesake.

She did this entirely because Monica was Augustine’s mom, and Addie thought that Seb would probably pick Augustine for his own Confirmation saint because Max picked John the Baptist as his saint.

See, for a long time, when they were growing up, Seb wanted to be Max, so Addie felt like, “why wouldn’t he follow Max’s example and just pick his middle-namesake.”

The endgame in this idea was that Seb never would’ve been able to go, “You’re not my MOM!” at her, because Addie could pull out a ridiculous misapplication of Church doctrine to go, “WELL TECHNICALLY, LITTLE BROTHER” and she’d win because Seb is genuinely devout, so she thought he’d just go with it

Then Seb went and chose John of the Cross, contemplative mystic and author of The Dark Night of The Soul, for his Confirmation saint, and by that time, Addie had forgotten her plan anyway because she was too busy with the early stages of college applications, competition season with the debate team and Model U.N. team, and about fifteen other things.

^^: …This footnote is seriously just here because I can’t help Hogwarts Sorting all of my OC’s and I got thinking about it while writing that answer and its spiel about ambition, proving oneself, meeting challenges and the like, so here we are.

Max: SLYTHERIN primary, GRYFFINDOR secondary.

Max would, along with Addie, most likely end up being a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Hat-Stall. But Max would ultimately end up in the Snake Pit, rather than the Lion’s Den, by virtue of his values, rather than his behaviors or personality traits, exactly.

I mean, his personality and behaviors definitely fit better with how people perceive Slytherin overall — like, if he wound up in Gryffindor, he would be very much a Percy Weasley-model Gryffindor, who’s intellectual but not as invested in learning for its own sake as Hermione, Remus, or a Ravenclaw, and really fixated on Doing Cool Shit or Doing Great Things, to the point that his ambition can overshadow the values and ideals that underlie and guide it

(so much so that people would rather try to argue that Percy should’ve been a Slytherin, rather than actually asking why he’s a Gryffindor or examining what him being in Gryffindor means about Gryffindor, Slytherin, and the Sorting system overall)

Where Max differs from Percy, though, is that all of his ideals are important to him, and he does care about Doing The Right Thing (which he usually conflates with doing the thing that’s best for everyone, or as close to it as possible, which is where his Hufflepuff points come from) — but Max values ambition, determination, and cunning more than he values courage and daring and nerve.

So, y’know, a Slytherin version of the reason why Percy and Wormtail aren’t Slytherins (Percy values courage, nobility, daring, and moral righteousness more than ambition and so on, while Peter values boldness, self-righteousness, and being a big, obnoxious, grandstanding bully, which is why he could go from allying himself with James and Sirius [who were bullies like that] to joining Lord Tom-mort Voldingdong [who is, without question, the biggest example of a bully like this in the entire series, because Heir of Slytherin or not, he would’ve done as well in Gryffindor as Harry would’ve done in Slytherin], and not see these stances as contradicting each other)

Or a Slytherin version of the reason why Neville is a Gryffindor and not a Hufflepuff (by trying to push for Hufflepuff because he felt like it would involve less pressure and he wouldn’t be a failboat who didn’t live up to Hufflepuff’s values, he shows that he places a higher value on the traits that Gryffindor looked for in his students than any of Helga Hufflepuff’s ideals)

Basically, what this means for Max is that he does fixate a lot on the morality, the rightness or lack thereof, and so on of what he does, and he does hit several points where Gryffindor and Slytherin canonically overlap with each other (determination and conviction, a distaste for being told what to do, a tendency to come off like a complete asshole, a habit of slipping into a self-aggrandizing mindset that goes like, “I’m right, you’re wrong, my way of doing things is inherently better than yours, and there’s nothing you can you can do about it,” a tendency to assume that he knows what’s best for people more than they do, and “a certain disregard for rules”)

(though you’d be forgiven for not guessing the last point, since Max ostensibly seems like he’s a total stickler for the rules and would probably make out with a student conduct handbook

—but Max’s take here is generally, “A lot of these rules are actively counterproductive. Yes, a lot of rules serve a purpose and help make things better for everyone, because complete anarchy is fundamentally, completely unsustainable and would probably end up reenacting the Reign of Terror because humans are bastards. Bastards with the potential to do better, yes, but most of us choose not to, and trying to instate anarchy — whether it’s in the sense of complete disorder, or actual political anarchy — based on idealistic hopes, rather than acknowledging the material reality and humanity’s established precedents will do more harm than good.

“However, a LOT of rules are either fundamentally wrong — such as the legislation that used to punish people for having consensual same-sex intercourse — or are greatly misapplied in ways that are wrong. Or, they just don’t do anything beyond pointlessly regulating things that don’t actually need to be regulated. There are some things that it’s silly to fight because it would be a waste of time and energy — such as people telling you to type things in a certain font — but there are others where you can and should ignore and/or flout them because they’re asinine.”)

…and what makes Max more Slytherin is that. in the breaking rules example, he would advocate for people to break the rules more cleverly and with more cunning than just going, “look at me, I am defying the rules!” There are smaller ways of protesting, or maneuvering within the letter of the law in order to defy the spirit of it, and Max would favor those approaches to situations because they’re less likely to get you caught, which means you have a better chance of being able to affect more change over a longer period of time.

More generally, though, it would come down to how he would sooner compromise somewhat on the ideals to get something done, and then try to improve that something once it’s out there. Likewise, he thinks that ideals, values, morals, and ethics are great, but you need to back them up with action and ambition, or else they’re meaningless — so, the drive and determination of Slytherin are more important to him than all of the self-righteous moralizing and, “who actually cares about pragmatism, we have ideals and a Cause” shit of Gryffindor.

Finally, while he definitely believes in some versions of The Greater Good, Max wouldn’t prioritize The Greater Good above all else.

Like, for one thing, he wouldn’t put it above the human element (e.g., he wouldn’t leave Harry in an abusive home, and if he had to keep Snape at Hogwarts for some reason, he would still try to get Snape help, rather than taking advantage of how damaged he is and manipulating him in service of some, “Greater Good,” and thus, he wouldn’t let Snape get away with whatever the Hell he wants as a professor, since Max wouldn’t have any guilt to assuage by letting Snape have more or less complete carte blanche to be a douchebag to children, and he would understand that any alleged lessons that kids could learn from having an asshole teacher wouldn’t be worth it compared to what they can get out of having a more positive learning environment)

For another, while Max would believe in The Greater Good, in the utilitarian sense of trying to create the most good for as many people as possible, he would be pretty exasperated by the idealistic, pie in the sky, “there is almost definitely no way that you can actualize this in the real world, and trying to pursue it without room for constructive compromise” sense of The Greater Good, and he would negotiate hard — and not be above manipulation, word-twisting, and so on — but he’d still rather try to find a compromise (within reason), than be an absolutist who gets nothing done

Adelaide: GRYFFINDOR primary, SLYTHERIN secondary.

The other Moncrieff Hat-Stall, and much like her brother’s Slytherin Sorting, Addie’s Gryffindor Sorting would ultimately come down to her values and priorities. And much like Max, probably no one would believe, at first, that she was almost a Slytherin, because she would seem so undeniably Gryffindor that the idea of her being in Slytherin would seem like a really bad joke.

Contrariwise, if she’d wound up in Slytherin, then she’d probably adapt to it well enough to do well there and find a way to flourish, but there would probably end up being some kind of disconnect between her and a lot of her Housemates, because she would definitely be all like, “Fuck, man, I want to win the match against Ravenclaw (or whoever) too, but I want to win because we’re genuinely better than the other team, not because we cheated. If we can’t prove that we’re better by working hard and beating them fairly, then we don’t deserve to win but we *do* deserve to be put in our place by losing, period.”

Also, she’d probably end up being more of a loner within her own House, rather than playing into all of the ridiculous miniature games of thrones that we Slytherins no doubt get up to, trying to vie for social status and then exert it over each other.

As far as most people would ever hear, Addie just refuses to play those games because she thinks they’re a stupid waste of time, but the reality is a little bit more nuanced.

On one hand, she would kind of have moral objections to those games of social status and lording it over each other (because the whole point of a House is to promote togetherness of people who should work better with each other than with members of other Houses because they share similar values, not to create sub-hierarchies about who’s better than whom and start treating each other like status objects and tools to gain it).

But on the other, there would definitely be an element of, “screw you guys, I’m going home” or, “I’ll make my own theme park! With black jack! And sex workers!!” because Addie doesn’t fucking want to kowtow to some smug, smarmy little shits like Draco, Pansy, Narcissa, Lucius, or Tom-mort Voldingdong Riddle

—which would have a mix of Slytherin motivations (she doesn’t want to lick boot because she’s better than that and fuck you, that’s why; she doesn’t want to follow someone else’s directions and be their courtier because fuck you, Martha, you can’t tell her what to do), and Gryffindor ones (most of the people involved in these games within Slytherin House tend to be assholes with whom Addie would have many serious moral objections, and fuck you, she’s not going to play nicely with them just because they’re Malfoys or Parkinsons or whoever).

(Basically, I see Addie’s objections to the intra-Slytherin social gaming nonsense as being kind of in the same, “Any man who must say, ‘I am the king’ is no true king at all” vein (with apologies to GRRM and Tywin Lannister), as my headcanon Theodore Nott’s objections to Draco’s bullying bullshit behavior patterns, just without the lack of challenging fundamentally Blood Purist assumptions under the guise of supporting meritocracy.

Like, my headcanon Theodore gets on Draco’s case and tells him not to be such a ridiculous, bullying little shit because it’s “demeaning for someone of his status” and, if he truly believes in the power that they have by virtue of being wealthy white Pureblooded young men, then Draco has no need to try and assert his superiority or dominance by tormenting people who are so far beneath them and disadvantaged in ways that they are not. All it does is make people think that he’s weak, especially when he goes on about being so powerful and so strong but then runs crying to Snape or Umbridge or whoever as soon as Potter, Granger, Longbottom, and their pet Weasleys fight back — which shows that Draco cannot back up his threats on his own and suggests that he might not be deserving of his superior position because he might not actually be better than those whom he would rule and subjugate.

Addie, on the other hand, would look at all of the intra-Slytherin social gaming nonsense and self-aggrandizing, bullying bullshit behaviors and go, “Okay, so you’re all essentially a bunch of tiny, dumb-ass birds who are puffing up their chests, spreading their tail feathers as far as possible, jumping around while making obnoxious, annoying shrieking noises, and so on, in an attempt at seeming bigger and more threatening than you actually are. If you need to reaffirm that you have power by harassing people and hurting them, trying to cow them into submission, then you don’t deserve to have power. I’m not going to play into your games when you are really just sad, pathetic, and ultimately insignificant. Run along.”)

But anyway, as I was saying: Addie would wind up getting Sorted into Gryffindor because she values nerve, daring, boldness, Doing The Right Thing (or at least sticking to some sense of internally derived values and beliefs, if you don’t get on a moral high-horse about it being Completely Right And So There Because Fuck You That’s Why), and so on more than all of the Slytherin traits she has or values she shares.

Like, she’s someone who wants to win, and would push herself and her team to ridiculous lengths in order to win (like, Addie, honey? Oliver Wood called and he said you should chill), and she would utilize cunning when she comes up with different strategies for how they could win… but she wouldn’t advocate or allow for any cheating.

She wouldn’t, because according to her, if you win by cheating, then you aren’t really winning. It doesn’t count, she wouldn’t find it satisfying, and she would absolutely judge someone who did find it any kind of satisfying because how the fuck even can you enjoy a so-called “win” that is tantamount to admitting that you should have lost.

Which is, admittedly, a bit of a complicated point.

Like, the “disregard for rules [coupled with a tendency to be okay with them when you’re the one making them]” bit of both Houses isn’t being threatened either way, but on one hand, Addie’s objection to cheating has a Gryffindor sense of valuing the game itself, but she values the game out of a Slytherin’s drive to win. On the other, it’s definitely a Gryffindor’s morally self-righteous objection to cheating, but it’s also based in a Slytherin’s drive to prove yourself and be the very best, like no one ever was.

What ultimately makes this more of a Gryffindor point, to me, is that both Gryffindor and Slytherin ultimately do believe that some people are just better than others, and certainly don’t object to getting in people’s faces to go, “ha ha, I’m better than you” for whatever justifications someone pulls out for this (whether overtly, like James, Sirius, Draco, Tom-mort, Bellatrix, Harry when he takes Draco’s bait, and the list goes on

or more subtly, like most of Snape’s put-downs for people and Albus “paragon of virtue” Dumbledore being all like, “Hagrid, you’re not allowed to keep feeling bad that Rita Skeeter outed you as a half-giant because she’s trash and you are better than this” or, “My brother Aberforth challenges me and won’t let me manipulate him, so I’m going to make snide little comments about his maybe being illiterate and maybe having sex with goats when he’s not here to defend himself, because ugh, I’m right and he’s wrong and why doesn’t he just agree with me about things”)

—but Gryffindor House’s way of doing this is usually more grounded in some kind of underlying sense of moral self-righteousness that Gryffindors genuinely believe in.

Like, James is weird among Gryffindors, when he flat-out says that he’s tormenting and publicly humiliating Snape just because he exists. Most Gryffindors have some kind of moral justification for being shitty to people, like how Hermione hexes the D.A.’s sign-up sheet, even knowing that Umbridge is okay with torturing students, because if someone rats the rest of them out, then they deserve to have ‘SNEAK’ magically break out on their face.

But for all Slytherins will have some kind of underlying belief that we’re better than whomever we’re being shitty to (whether we deserve to have it or not, and in fairness, we probably won’t), and we might bullshit a justification for it… but unless we’ve really sold ourselves on our own bullshit (which, unfortunately, plenty of us have), we won’t believe those justifications. We will know that we’re being shitty to people and that it is, in most cases, nowhere even close to being right or justified, and we’ll do it anyway.

—Which is all relevant to Addie’s opinions about cheating because she does genuinely believe that whether or not to cheat is a matter of moral fiber, and that choosing not to cheat means that, even if you lose, you’re still better than someone else who would choose cheating instead of doing the work to be the best, and she would rather have the moral high-ground of not cheating than the win.

Make no mistake: she still absolutely wants the fuck to win, but… It’s like she says, “Winning by cheating doesn’t count because it isn’t really winning. It’s tantamount to admitting that you should have damned well lost. Either win with honor, or suck it up and lose.”

So, yeah. The Gryffindor and Slytherin are both strong in her, but the Gryffindor does ultimately win out by enough to count.

For another example: Addie wouldn’t rule out subterfuge or sneaky ways of doing things — like Max, she could get behind working within the letter of the law while defying the spirit of it, if she thought that was a more or less right choice — but in order for her to do so, there would need to be some kind of Cause, some kind of Greater Good, some kind of moral or idealistic justification, and/or some kind of larger endgame goal that she can’t accomplish through any other means (or if those other means would do more harm than good).

Aside from that, if this was a prolonged amount of sneaking or a particularly underhanded form of subterfuge, Addie would probably spend the whole time complaining on and off to someone, even just her journal or Ambrose (because she knows that he understands when she’s just venting without any plans to actually go against the plan and won’t get personally hurt, like Seb might, or get offended and argue back at her, like Max), and all of her complaints would be about how she sees the point of the sneaking but would much rather do it some other way where they could be more direct instead of manipulative and sneaky.

Like, manipulation has a place and she’s overall totally fine with using it — and she would agree without question that it’s better to use subterfuge and manipulation than to just beat the shit out of people until they either say they’ll play by your rules or die — but she’d rather get the Right Thing done out in the open. She doesn’t doubt that, sometimes, the Right Thing has to be quieter or underground, and this doesn’t make it any less Right or any less brave, but it sucks when you can’t be open and honest about it.

(Which is where most of her Hufflepuff points end up coming from. Her sense of ethics and commitment to honesty might not be that strong — and she is definitely more committed to both of those things on moral grounds than a more Hufflepuff reason like, “it’s called not being a dick to people, you should try it” — but they do exist.)

Like, with Adelaide, we’re talking about someone who looked at the situation where her baby brother had just nearly killed himself twice over and wound up hospitalized twice within a single week — once for an OD that might’ve been intentional or could’ve been an accident, he legitimately had no idea; and then again for inexplicably (as far as they knew) passing out and falling backwards down the stairs at their parents’ house — where everyone in Seb’s life was on the same page about him needing professional help and wanting him to go to rehab, and everyone knew that he was going to be difficult about it, at best, because he had insisted to all of them that he was fine, even after that particular series of events…

…and still went, “Okay, but do we really need to lie to him in order to get him to the intervention? Look, I get it that he’s lied to all of us more than enough times that we can feel like it’s justified to tell him one little lie that’s hopefully going to be good for him in the end — but it might not end up being good for him. If we catch him off-guard, it might make him get defensive, and it make him start pushing back at us and lashing out instead of letting us try to help him. He could hurt himself more than he already has, or he could hurt someone else, whether he means to or not, and just? It could do more harm than good to lie to him and we might end up hurting him with that deception without it accomplishing anything.”

……and who only wound up relenting about that because: 1. she was given permission to not go help Pete, Margot, and Ambrose get Seb up to Abe and Marceline’s place for the intervention, and thus, Addie didn’t have to lie to Seb herself;

and 2. Pete gave her a few minutes after she stormed out onto her parents’ back deck, then followed her, and despite being pretty high himself at that particular moment — and really only getting away with it because only Margot and Todd could tell for sure, and neither of them was saying anything right then — sat with Addie and gave her a Talk about how he didn’t like the idea of lying to Seb to get him to the intervention either

—“I mean, it’s like you said: lying could go really, very badly for all of us, especially him. And more importantly, to me at least? My Princess values honesty so much that he asked your Mom for permission to sneak some of your parents’ good booze to our unofficial Into the Woods cast party, back at St. Andrew’s, instead of just taking it from the cabinet which is what I would’ve done, because he felt like it would be a better decision for everyone if your Mom knew that we were going to be drinking.

“Once, I had to listen to him agonize for, like, ten days about whether or not it was okay for him to put up a front of being a dick to some ex-boy of yours, because you hadn’t listened to him about his honest reasons for not liking the douche, he didn’t have any proof that you were believing him about at the time, and he accepted that he was going to have a hand in something that would hurt you because dumping someone or getting dumped does tend to suck like that, but he didn’t want to do you any additional hurt through that deception.

“Even worse? He values honesty so much that he gives people the benefit of the doubt when he really fucking shouldn’t, I mean? How many times have we had to hear him say some shit about how Josh was really serious about treating him better this time? Or how Rémy said that he didn’t put anything in Seb’s drink, Seb just got plastered like a cast model of David Lee Roth’s dick and blacked out, and that seemed legit because that’s something that he would do? Or how Mark apologized and he seemed really upset about hurting Seb, so Seb was going to trust him again?

“The downside of this for those of us who don’t treat him like shit for fun or because we’re insecure about our dick size or because our parents were mean to us, or whatever sob story any of his exes has ever sold him on? The downside for us, is that we know that lying to Seb, even for his own damn good? Is going to hurt him. He’ll probably end up blaming himself more than us, after being angry with us for a little while, but that’s really not much better and he’s still going to be hurt.

“But the thing is? There really isn’t a way to do this — this meaning the intervention, and rehab, and getting him to accept help? We can’t do that without hurting him, at least a little bit.

“Your brother is the best friend I’ve ever had in my life, Addie, and I, the gayest of all possible gays, would rather have sex with my own sister than willingly, deliberately do anything to hurt him. But there isn’t a way to do this without us telling him things that he doesn’t want to hear, which will absolutely hurt him in the short-term, because he’s an emotionally sensitive marshmallow and, at first, everything we have to say is going to sound like we’re calling him a fuck-up, accusing him of deliberately hurting us, and confirming all the self-degrading bullshit that he believes about himself.

“It’s going to hurt him and it’s going to suck for all of us, but we need to do it, because every other thing we’ve tried to make him care about what he’s doing to himself? Hasn’t fucking worked. And being above-board with him about it? Hasn’t fucking worked.

“Know why it hasn’t worked? Because he doesn’t want to hear what we want to tell him, and unfortunately, he is really good at showing us enough of what we want to see that we back off. Because we want him to be okay, and we want to believe him when he says he is, and whether he’s taking advantage of that intentionally, or just freaking out and falling back on shit that he knows will work? It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters now is that he straight up doesn’t give a fuck about whether he lives or dies, and we need to get with the program and stop using kid gloves techniques.

“And yeah, it sucks to realize that that’s what we’re dealing with. I don’t blame you for not wanting to hear it, and when it’s on your own time? You can believe all you want that Max was making shit up, exaggerating, or misconstruing things in the whole, ‘I told him he was going to die, and he said, “So the fuck what”’ story — but you aren’t on your own time right now. We’re on, ‘trying to save your brother from himself’ time now, and we have to act like it.

“But, for what it’s worth? Personally? I believe Max. I don’t know how many times Bastian’s almost died have been accidental or intentional or whatever, but I know my Princess, I know that he has deliberately tried to kill himself more than once, and I know that he’s thought about dying by suicide more than he wants any of us to know. Know how I know that? Because I’ve been his friend for almost fifteen years and I’ve lost count of how many times he has said or done something that, if it wasn’t just outright and obviously suicidal, then we can see it leaning that way, if we look at it in retrospect.

“And I feel like rancid, microwaved vomit for how badly I’ve fucked up in trying to handle things as they came up with him, but I wanted so fucking badly to believe that, even when things were rough for him, he had enough of us on his team who could help him and, no matter what happened with anybody else, he’d always have me. He’s done so much for me, he’s gotten me through some of the worst shit in my life, he’s been there for me when I didn’t feel like I had anybody else, whether I did or not, and It was like a matter of pride to be there for him in the same way.

“He’s my best friend, Adelaide. I was supposed to be able to find the magical combination of things I could do or say for him to make him get better or at least keep him from getting worse. Admitting that I couldn’t? Sucked. It sucked so badly that I ignored all my instincts until the second time he wouldn’t admit that Mark had put him in the ER. After that? It’s been a few months of me trying to nudge him into getting help and being, by my standards, perfectly above-board about it.

“Not that I’ve lied to him about it, but I’ve tried being subtle, like trying to gently lead him to the, ‘You need help’ conclusion in a way where he’d think it was all his own idea. I’ve tried being telling him outright that he’s hurting himself in ways that he is better than and telling him that I love him and want better for him than that. I’ve tried being all, ‘Please don’t you dare die on me, I would be a fucking mess if I lost you.’ About the only thing I haven’t tried is telling him that he is hurting me right here, right now, because I’ve been terrified of it going sideways on us and making him get worse instead of better.

“I know I’m not alone in this, either. Todd was trying it before he got clean, and he’s been trying it even more since he got back from rehab. Everyone in this house has tried talking to him, except for Linda and Marie, and you can’t blame Linda when he still gets skittish around her without her even needing to be mad at him, and you can’t blame Marie because she’s five.

“Addie, we have all given Sebastian innumerable fucking chances to do this without lying and ambushing him into an intervention, and it has. not. fucking. *worked*.

“At this point, yeah. We are the taking a huge risk by deceiving him, even in the name of helping him. But if we don’t take that risk, then everything about how this has gone so far says that he is going to keep getting worse until he pushes his luck too far and dies.

“We might not feel good about lying to him, but right now? It’s not about us or how we feel. It’s about what’s right for him and what’s going to help him. You don’t have to like me or anything, but I know you love your brother, and right now, he needs us to put our egos aside for his sake. If we really want to help him — if we really, honestly love him and if we really want him to get well — then we need to suck it up, go all in, and resort to desperate measures that we might not feel good about. Because playing safe with his feelings and our comfort has, so far, only made him worse.”

(On the level of ideas, this was a moment of a Slytherin primary, Gryffindor secondary talking to a Gryffindor primary, Slytherin secondary, about the balance between ideals and results in trying to help someone they love get to somebody who, unlike either of them, could actually help him like they needed.

After Adelaide agreed that lying to Seb was, in this instance, as close to okay as anything was going to get, the moment also involved a moment of, “Uh, as an aside? Why did you say that I don’t have to like you? I mean, sure, you were Bastian’s friend first, but you wouldn’t be my friend if I didn’t like you”

“…um, I actually wasn’t aware that you thought of me as a friend? ……Really?”

“Yes. Really. …Why would you think I don’t see you as a friend? Did I do something unfriendly?”

“No, just… I can’t go into that with you right now. It’d take too long, and we need to get back to the intervention planning session. …Preferably before Max kills Todd or Margot. I don’t think my Princess will play nicely with going to rehab if we let anything happen to those two.”

But now I’m like ten miles away from the actual topic, oops.)

TL;DR: much like how Max is ultimately a Slytherin because he values getting results and the actual doing things more than ideals, Addie is on a very fine line between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but she’s ultimately a Gryffindor because she places more value on why someone does things and would rather have the moral high-ground than the exact victory.

Ambrose: RAVENCLAW primary, SLYTHERIN secondary.

Ambrose is getting skimmed over af because this is way too long already — like, “I have resorted to typing in TextEdit and copy-pasting into the tumblr box, because Firefox keeps trying to stall out on me, oops” too long — but the gist of his Sorting is that anyone who spends ten minutes with him can see that he’s a Ravenclaw.

There is nothing close about this; every other House lags so far behind his Ravenclaw-ness that it isn’t even funny. His Ravenclaw-ness comes out in both conventional ways (e.g., he’s a nerdy, deadpan snarking little shit who loves learning, did well in school and was usually a teacher’s pet, and out of his siblings, he’s the one who would ignore someone telling him not to do something just for the sake of seeing what happens, and the one who’s most likely to waste his last words saying, “oooh, what does this button do?”)

and unconventional ones (e.g., he’s an artsy fartsy little shit who enjoys sewing, watches all of the weird History Channel conspiracy theory documentaries just to see what they’re on about, sometimes reads shit like, “I married Bigfoot and she’s having my baby!” tabloids because they’re so out there that he has to see them for himself, and would rather not gossip, but if you’re going to gossip, then he wants to hear everything)

That said, almost no one would see his secondary House coming, at least not until they get to know him, and even then, there’s not a guarantee that people will see this in him. Like, he’s determined and resourceful, but not in a way that makes most people think it comes out of anything but him being a dedicated nerd. Likewise, he can be cunning, sure, but he generally doesn’t go there, first. And sure, he’s willing to go to extreme measures and even cheat or break the rules, but he’s just so nice that a lot of people don’t pay it any mind.

Frankly, even Seb and Adelaide usually forget or overlook all of Ambrose’s Slytherin traits, even though they usually come out more in his interpersonal dealings than they do when he’s on his own. Which is, in a way, part of why he is such a secondary Slytherin: he’s so skilled at manipulating people that he can convince you that he isn’t manipulating people. Usually, Ambrose does what Pete wanted to do with Seb before giving up and resorting to “desperation tactics” — leading people to conclusions and ideas while making them think that they came up with it all on their own — but if not that, then it’s going to be pulling the right strings to try and keep his siblings from losing their shit, or playing peacemaker between them and spinning things exactly the right way

Sebastian: HUFFLEPUFF primary, GRYFFINDOR secondary.

Seb is, like Ambrose: 1. getting phoned the Hell in right now

and 2. a case where his primary House isn’t really up for debate, and all of his other options lag way, way behind Hufflepuff, and are so close to each other in how much he aligns himself with those Houses’ values and ideals that his actual secondary House only wins by a narrow margin.

Aside from being their Houses, the only reason why they’re different on this cout is that, as I said, people would totally peg Ambrose as a Ravenclaw but Seb would get mistyped as a Gryffindor pretty easily.

And, like? I can’t blame people for that, because Seb, admittedly, doesn’t act like how most people expect Hufflepuffs to act.

For one thing, he isn’t a, “You have ten fingers? I have ten fingers! Let’s be friends!!”-model Flufflepuff, or a happy-go-lucky, Hobbit-like stoner who’s always super chill with everyone and about everything, or a tireless try-hard who keeps telling himself, “I must work harder” while pushing himself beyond his limitations, and he isn’t cheerful and peppy all the time (and based on some of his precedents, the people who love him would be incredibly Concerned if Seb started being uncommonly happy and peppy like some people baselessly stereotype Hufflepuffs as being, because his precedents say that, when he acts like that, he’s probably high, tipsy but not drunk, or deliberately faking because he’s actually more miserable than usual).

He does kind of fit some of the more obviously negative stereotypes associated with Hufflepuff, whether fairly or not — e.g., he can be a pushover and a doormat; he’s a disaster whom some people would say falls under the heading of, “I’ll take the lot / and treat them all the same”; etc. — but even so, a lot of his outward behaviors are more in line with what people expect from Gryffindors, for better and (more often) for worse.

For example: Seb has a habit of running into dangerous situations, even before he gets into the superheroics line of work, which always, in every fucking fandom, makes some people mis-type characters who are obviously Hufflepuffs as Gryffindors, despite how they are obviously Hufflepuffs. I could go on all day about how this is a flawed piece of logic that relies too much on people projecting their own values and ideas onto the characters — e.g., they look at the heroic acts as being brave, noble, courageous, etc., and assume that these acts must be about bravery and courage for the people doing them, even though you could do heroic deeds in order to manipulate people

—but it’s even more glaringly wrong with Sebastian because he really explicitly doesn’t see these acts as being about any of the Gryffindor values.

Like, he doesn’t flinch from danger when he rushes headlong into situations where he could die or get seriously hurt… but before he gets into superheroics, he’s usually doing these to keep Margot safe because she’s one of his best friends and he won’t just sit there and do nothing to help her while she does dangerous things. After he gets into superheroics, he doesn’t see anything that he does in that line of work as brave or even as particularly heroic; he sees it as an ethical obligation to humanity, because he believes that if you have the power to help people and to make life safer for them, and you do nothing, then you do share partial responsibility for what happens to them because you made the choice to stand idle by and do fuck-all nothing.

For another thing, uh. Okay, Seb’s depression and addictions skew a lot of things about his situation, but if you ask him, it’s not a matter of courage to keep fighting them. Depending on how badly off he’s doing when you ask him, he might try to tell you that the real act of bravery on his part would be killing himself for real and getting his problems out of his loved ones’ lives, and then he’d probably berate himself for being a, “coward” because he hasn’t found a way to make any of his attempts on his own life stick yet.

So, no. It might be incredibly brave, overall, to keep fighting his own mind and his mental illnesses, day in and day out, just to wake up in the morning, but in Seb’s case, from Seb’s perspective, his choices to do so are not brave and they aren’t about bravery and anyone who thinks otherwise is either speaking in general terms that happen to be wrong of him, or trying to make him feel better.

The thing is, he doesn’t personally feel like he relies on nobility, chivalry, courage, moral righteousness, or any of that Gryffindor shit to keep fighting. He relies on loyalty and love. Like, on the smaller scale, one of the biggest things that gets him out of bed in the morning when it seems like too much and he’d rather not? Is that he has six dogs and they need him.

On the bigger scale, the people in his life are his biggest and most frequent reasons for doing almost everything

for better (e.g., he can easily be talked out of doing stupid things by thinking about whether or not his Mom would be disappointed in him for what he’s doing; “Be the person who your seven-year-old niece already thinks that you are” is an effective way to make him think about the potential consequences of his actions, and, “Pete needs me to be there for him” motivated him to kick a relapse right after Pete got back from rehab)

for worse (e.g., one of the things that he liked about alcohol, drinking it as a teenager, was that he wanted so badly to feel like he belonged and like his peers actually liked him, and other kids at cast parties seemed like they liked him when he was drinking;

and the first time that he fell off the wagon after going to rehab happened because his Dad had a bad reaction to anesthesia after an arthroscopic surgery, his Mom told his siblings not to tell him too many details so he wouldn’t worry too much, but that backfired because Seb worried anyway and his anxiety dragged his imagination to Hell with it, no one would let him do anything to help and that made him feel helpless and worthless, and being too emotionally overwhelmed and desperate, he texted one of his old “drug friends,” got his hands on pills, and got high)

and for a little bit of both (e.g., while it’s nice that he’s too loyal to let Margot go do dangerous shit by herself, they are still doing things that are extralegal and dangerous; while it’s nice that he’s so willing to sacrifice things for his loved ones and for people in general, it’s a lot less nice when you consider that he does genuinely feel like he’s only worth anything insofar as he’s useful to and doing good for others;

and one of the biggest things that made him relent and go to rehab was that he’d justified a lot of his self-abuse by telling himself, “Well, I’m only hurting myself, so it’s not a problem” and he didn’t want to hurt anyone else, even though he didn’t think there was a problem with the logic, “As long as I’m only hurting myself, it’s okay and there’s nothing bad about it, because I’m not hurting anyone who matters”).

One of the biggest issues here is that Seb could unwittingly give overly Gryffindor-biased people some ammunition because of how little he values himself and how much he dismisses any of his legitimate good points, because it would seem to be a lot like Neville’s push for Hufflepuff over Gryffindor.

But the thing is, when Seb devalues himself, it isn’t a matter of, “I should go to Loser House because I can’t be a Winner, that’s too much pressure” like it was for Neville; it’s a matter of, “All those traits are good and I have none of them because I am garbage.”

He values the Hufflepuff traits — loyalty, acceptance, fairness, kindness and compassion, hard work, etc. — more than he values courage, daring, moral self-righteousness, wit, creativity, learning, cunning, resourcefulness, or determination. If he ever seems like he’s talking them down, the reality is that he is talking himself down and berating himself for )allegedly) not having the good traits that he feels like he’s “fooled people” into thinking that he has.

But, with that said, Gryffindor is his secondary House for a reason. It really is a close call between that, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin — you could probably get any of them, depending on what day you ask, though Slytherin would probably be somewhat less common (regardless of the results below, Seb isn’t actually very Slytherin, at heart, and a lot of the places where he could be a Slytherin are probably actually Hufflepuff traits that happen to overlap with Slytherin) — but Gryffindor wins out because, for all he doesn’t really care about most of Gryffindor House’s values or traits, Seb does want to do the right thing.

He has a fundamentally more Hufflepuffian understanding of, “the right thing” (and he’s not an absolutist about it in the Capital Letters For Significance way that you’ll see more readily among Gryffindors), but still.

And because I like sharing (breakdowns gotten using this quiz):

MAX

ADELAIDE

AMBROSE

SEB

^^^: for example, the kerfuffle that ensued after Doctor Delphi of the All-Stars got outed and, overnight, got an endorsement deal from the family’s company — which was not really an issue of either business or politics, for all the public statements on the matter talked a lot of solid socially liberal talk about equality this and anti-hate that and so on, and for all people who were critical of the decision were right to say that the company’s endorsement deal with one gay celebrity superhero wasn’t really the same as actual political progress for LGBTQ people, and could have been seen as pandering to LGBTQ consumers

Just…… yeah. Those aspects of the situation were definitely still there, and it was fair to make note of them, but they weren’t at the foreground of Abe’s mind.

See, by that point, Seb had been out to his family for a few years and was getting increasingly invested in learning about LGBTQ history and the experiences of other LGBTQ people*, which Abe noticed and could admit that he didn’t get in a way that another LGBTQ person might.

His not really getting it wasn’t helped by how he saw a lot of this as, “Sebastian is being sensitive and upset again, because he does that a lot, and it’s nice that he cares so much about other people and their pain, but now, I feel helpless to do anything to help my son because I have no idea how to make him feel better about problems neither of us can actually do anything to fix on our own, or how to make him not get so upset about other people’s suffering when it’s not his fault or???? Anything?????”

So, basically, Abe wanted to put the company on the side of LGBTQ rights less out of concern for the larger social or political implications, or even out of concern for the business, but entirely because he thought that putting the company’s support behind a gay public figure might? maybe? help his son?? feel better???? maybe??? please????**

—none of which actually directly involved Addie, but at the time, she was taking a parentally-mandated mental health year off before starting at Barnard College, and staying with family in New York City, so it got noticed and turned into a Thing when she went clubbing with a few older cousins, one Saturday night

*: and in fairness? Seb was genuinely interested in this stuff for its own sake…… but it was somewhat more pressing because, on one hand, he wanted to try and figure out what his own place in LGBTQ communities and history might end up being.

And, on the other, he was friends with Pete as well as dating Damian, his best friend to first boyfriend, on the sly, and had to admit that there were parts of their experiences that he didn’t get.

Because Seb was, at this age, “high-strung and tightly-wound, and somehow, still the biggest Pollyanna you have ever met in your life” — in Pete’s words — he wanted to help and do right by two of the most important people in his life, and he decided to supplement listening to Pete and Damian with trying to read up on anything he could get his gay little hands on [which, given that he had rich parents and two siblings with access to top-tier university libraries — Barnard and Columbia, respectively — was a lot].

Which led to a lot of sadness and anxiety because so much of what Seb learned was so upsetting, and it’s very easy for him to get emotionally overwhelmed by other people’s suffering, the impulse he always feels to do something about it because people are being hurt and it sucks, and the realization that, in most cases, he either can’t do anything or has no idea what he could do.

**: Abe tries his best, he really does — and he and Seb often end up having, “strange minds think alike” moments where they come up with the same or similar equally weird conclusions, logic, solutions to, and/or approaches to something completely independently of each other — but…… well.

At the same time, Seb has always been emotional and sensitive in ways that Abe doesn’t always know what to do with, and he’s still tried and done a pretty okay job — like, the biggest problem here is by no means exclusive to him, and he can’t really be blamed for it because no one who’s close to Seb has understood all the different ways that his depression manifests itself as symptoms of depression because they’ve been going on for long enough that people think of them as, “just little Sebastian things”

—but Abe still had plenty of moments with Seb that went like, “uhh, mon belle étoile? Our five-year-old son is having an existential crisis about Winnie the Pooh and he’s very upset about it. He won’t go to bed, I don’t know what to do or to tell him, and I think I’ve only made it worse. Can you please come help him?”

and, “Nothing I’ve said or tried so far has made my son feel any less bad about everything he’s been reading about LGBTQ people and history. I can’t very well tell him not to read it because he’s a teenage boy who’s trying to find an understanding of himself and of where he fits in the world, and he can’t get this particular understanding from any of us, as far as I know.

“Besides, if I told Bastian not to read any of it, he’d probably just continue doing so anyway, because that’s generally what tends to happen when you tell him not to do something and make him get even more curious about it, and??? IDK what to do, maybe it might make him feel better if I put the company’s support behind some LGBTQ public figures and causes??? He has a Thing about looking into the philanthropic ways we spend some of our money, so maybe it’ll do some good for his emotional well-being if we support LGBTQ people and causes???”

—Abe does genuinely love all his children equally, but

At the same time, he has an easier time relating to Adelaide and Ambrose than either Max or Seb, because Seb is emotional in ways Abe doesn’t always get or know how to help with, and Max has always had a Thing about seeming as self-sufficient as possible and prickling when people offer help even if he probably needs it, which Abe has an easier time with than, “oh no, Sebastian’s upset and I’m unable to help,” but it still makes it harder for him to relate to Max, sometimes

But on one hand, Ambrose’s way of doing things tends to either line up with Abe’s or else complement it pretty well, and both of them have a primarily logical way of interacting with the world, where it’s not that feelings are unimportant, but they’d rather take a minute to breathe and get people grounded, then try to proceed with logic at the foreground, rather than making heat of the moment emotional decisions about things

And on the other hand, Addie is ultimately more of a Feeler than a Thinker — just… getting Myers-Briggs about it (she’s an ENFP vs. Abe’s ESTJ and Ambrose’s ISTJ) (and Marceline is an INTJ, Max is an INTP, and Seb is an ESFJ) — but Addie has an easier time with switching between feeling her emotions and letting them be valid (most of the time), and taking actions in the world that are based more in a logical approach and an attempt to balance between the emotional, subjective side and the necessity (if you ask her) of an organized, thought-out, and logical approach

Since I’m MBTI nerding already: Abe and Adelaide have the same cognitive functions in their stacks — Extroverted Intuition (Ne), Extroverted Thinking (Te), Introverted Feeling (Fi), and Introverted Sensing (Si) — but they’re just rearranged a little bit differently.

As an ENFP, Addie’s functional stack goes Ne-Fi-Te-Si, so she primarily approaches things using Extroverted Intuition to look for all the cool new possibilities in life, all the fun ways she can connect the dots in unexpected ways, all the shiny neat ideas that she hasn’t explored yet, etc. When it comes to feeling vs. thinking, her actions are guided by her values and her senses of what the best options are, what’s most exciting, and so on, but she tries to use organized, logical approaches to actualize them IRL

As an ESTJ, though, Abe’s functional stack is Te-Si-Ne-Fi, so he has a sense of ideals and emotional sensitivity that he relies on in how he approaches things, but his primary approach to the world is to break things down logically and intellectually, and to try and sort out which things are more or less useful for whatever he’s trying to do, make, fix, or otherwise work on

And as an ESFJ, Seb’s functional stack has some of the same functions as theirs — Ne and Si — but instead of Fi and Te, he has Extroverted Feeling (Fe) and Introverted Thinking (Ti), and his stack goes Fe-Si-Ne-Ti, which means that his primary way of relating to the world and approaching situations is based on people and feelings, but rather than prioritizing an internally-guided sense of values, morals, ethics, etc. like Abe and Addie do, Seb instead focuses on interpersonal relationships, group harmony and social cohesion, and potential threats to those things

Which is additionally unhelpful for Abe because, sadly, it’s not uncommon for ESFJs to have trouble understanding their own feelings, much less being able to articulate them in a way that others understand, because they’re guided by a Feeling function, but being Extroverted means that its focus is on the world outside themselves and that it’s harder for them to sort out their own feelings on their own.

Add in how some of them (like Seb) end up repressing the shit out of their, “negative” emotions in the name of, “not dragging other people down” or, “not ruining everything for everyone else”…

…and how Seb specifically puts a lot of effort into trying to put his fingers in his ears and ignore all his “negative” feelings — especially the “selfish” ones (as in, “the ones that come from sources other than compassion and/or empathy for other people and their pain”) — until they go away, refusing to try and understand them in a way he could communicate to people more easily, for several reasons (e.g., “if you don’t give them enough attention to understand them, then the feelings won’t be real and they can’t ruin everything for everybody else”)

……and yeah. That’s a recipe for exhausting Abe’s ability to help when his primary approach to most situations is to identify the problem and then try to fix it, or at least come up with something that might make the situation better, if he can’t fix everything right now

Also, y’know. Addie has had her fair share of rough spots in her life — and another thing she and Seb have in common is that both of them have dated some serious douchebags before, though Addie has thankfully never wound up in an emergency room because of one of her douchebag ex-boyfriends — but she hasn’t been living with clinical depression that has gone undiagnosed and thus untreated until about chapter three

[thenamegarden]

The Name Garden: Q&A Monday

Hey everyone! Sorry for missing last week’s Q&A - I’m still quite sick. I’ve just found out that I have an autoimmune disorder called rheumatoid arthritis, and will be beginning a low-dose chemo treatment as of next week. So things might be a little behind for a while still, but I promise to try keep on top of everything!

In the world of names, I’ve been hearing quite a lot of new ones! My mother is a kindergarten teacher, and the year has just started up, so she’s shared some lists of first names with me. It is very clear that the trend in 2013 was unisex names for girls; lots of Emersyn’s and even one I’ve never heard - Macaitie. What are some new names that you’ve been hearing?

Let’s continue on our name trek, and look at the anonymous questions received over the past two weeks. If you have a question that you’d like answered, feel free to submit it here!

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Q: Hey there! I love the name Scottie (or Scotty) for a girl. I like the idea of it being a nickname for something a little bit more formal though. So far I've heard of Scotia and Scotlyn as options. I prefer the latter but I'm not too crazy about either. Any alternative suggestions?

A: Hello there! There are a few options. Firstly, a name similar to the two above is Scotland. Secondly, you could go with Prescott, which is quite unisex, but definitely has the ability to be shortened to Scottie. Thirdly, there is Scarlett, which doesn’t make Scottie jump to mind, but it really has all the elements in it to make that nickname, and I think it would work. Lastly, there’s the similar name Scout that you could consider, or even just going full out and using Scottie as the full-name!

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Q: Do you know any good middle names for Guinevere? I really love the name, I just can't think of anything to go with it. Thank you!

A: Sure, here are some ideas for you. Let me know if any are to your taste, and if I can help further!

Guinevere Pearl

Guinevere Lynn

Guinevere Charlotte

Guinevere Primrose

Guinevere Molly

Guinevere Serene

Guinevere Delta

Guinevere Claire

Guinevere Daphne

Guinevere Jasmine

Guinevere Bridget

Guinevere Rose

Guinevere Lucille

Guinevere Maeve

Guinevere Polly

Guinevere Lisa

Guinevere Maura

Guinevere Cassandra

Guinevere Lynette

Guinevere Rae

Guinevere Kaye

Guinevere Liesel

Guinevere Rhiannon

Guinevere Elise

Guinevere May

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Q: Hi~ can you do the name Emrah please?

A: Hello! And sure. I’ve posted it during the week - you can find it here!

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Q: What do you think of the name Joshua for a girl?? It has something I really like but I'm not sure.. also what type of person would you associate the name Joshua in a girl?

A: To be honest, I don’t like it at all. My taste in names tends to lean very feminine for girls, and there’s rarely a unisex name that I prefer on a girl than a boy. So it’s just not my style. But if it holds something important, or something that you really like, then it’s fine to use it! 

As for the type of person I associate with it, that’s hard. I tend to see names growing to fit the person, not the person growing to fit the name, if that makes sense! Plus I’ve never considered a female Joshua! I suppose I’d see either a sporty kind of girl, or a girl that’s arty and a bit different from everyone else.

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Q: Could you do a research post for the name Charlise and Felinda? It's my grandparents' names and I've never heard of them before.

A: Sure thing! I’ve never actually heard of Felinda either! Can I just clarify with you on what gender these names are used on, and what nationality? 

Charlise is a form of the Afrikaans name Charlize, which is their feminine form of Charles. I’ve never heard of it for a boy, and can’t see any details on it for a male, however, if it was used for a male, I’m more than happy to spend some time digging deeper.

As for Felinda, knowing the nationality will help me narrow down the search. At this point, I can only imagine that it’s a Portuguese variant of Felina or Belinda, or maybe even a mash-up, but I’d like to research a bit further! I can also see that it’s very rarely used as a surname, and some indications that it may be related to Flindt. So there’s more to go!

Charlise (female) will be posted on March 1st. Sorry that I can’t give you any more information at this point!

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Q: I love the name Lorenzo (Italian/Spanish) for a boy. Any suggestions for a middle name?

A: Sure! Did you want to stick to Italian/Spanish names, or would you like a different origin? I’ll try to give a mix!

Lorenzo Juan

Lorenzo James

Lorenzo Luis/Louis

Lorenzo Miguel/Michael

Lorenzo Jesus/Joshua

Lorenzo Alessandro/Alejandro/Alexander

Lorenzo Roberto/Robert

Lorenzo Ramon

Lorenzo Frederico/Frederick

Lorenzo Daniel

Lorenzo Vincent

Lorenzo Luca

Lorenzo Manuel/Emmanuel

Lorenzo David

Lorenzo Rafael/Raphael

Lorenzo Thomas

Lorenzo Gabriel

Lorenzo Dominic

Lorenzo Felipe/Phillip

Lorenzo Christian

Lorenzo Javier

Lorenzo John

Lorenzo Nicholas/Nicolo

Lorenzo Eduardo/Edward

Lorenzo Victor

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Q: Could you please give me some first names for Zane? We were thinking Jason Zane but want more options. Thanks!

A: Sure! Here are some that might be your style:

Ethan Zane

Cody Zane

Jacob Zane

Brandon Zane

Joshua Zane

Justin Zane

Matthew Zane

Jeremy Zane

Zachary Zane

Nathaniel Zane

Benjamin Zane

Jonathan Zane

Dylan Zane

William Zane

Cameron Zane

Timothy Zane

Hunter Zane

Hayden Zane

Bradley Zane

Jayden Zane

Derek Zane

Wyatt Zane

Gabriel Zane

Ryan Zane

Daniel Zane

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Q: Is Abraham too old? What middle names might make it seem more modern?

A: No, definitely not! It was actually ranked as the 170th most popular name in the United States of America in 2015! So I definitely think that it fits in with modern times. Here are some middle names that might work for you:

Abraham Tyler

Abraham James

Abraham Daniel

Abraham Thomas

Abraham Mason

Abraham Xavier

Abraham Max

Abraham William

Abraham Logan

Abraham Bentley

Abraham Blake

Abraham Zachary

Abraham Carter

Abraham Zane

Abraham Xander

Abraham Miles

Abraham Lucas

Abraham Levi

Abraham Kayden

Abraham Kai

Abraham Finley

Abraham Grey

Abraham Jacob

Abraham Preston

Abraham Ryder

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Q: Nova?

A: Here you are: Nova.

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Q: I am having some trouble selecting names with my husband. My favorite names for a girl are Flora, Nina, Guinevere, Clementine, Adelaide, Elowen, Estelle, and Skye. What are some other names that you think would fit my style?

A: Hello there. They are very sweet names; a little whimsical. These names might fit your style:

Elise

Hestia

Matilda

Cecilia

Gwendolyn

Rosalie

Esther

Florence

Wren

Iris

Juliet

Lydia

Genevieve

Arabella

Ivy

Lillian

Beatrix

Elora

Emmeline

Esme

Elodie

Willow

Evangeline

Hazel

Celeste

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Q: We have chosen the name Sullivan for a boy, but are stuck on girl names. What do you think sounds like a good sister name for Sullivan? We would sort of like to stick with the double letter theme since Sullivan has a double letter, but this is not a deal breaker and we are completely open to other suggestions as well! Thanks!

A: That’s a cute name! I’ll give you a list of double-letter names, and a list that doesn’t follow that rule.

With double letters:

Sullivan & Annabelle

Sullivan & Isabelle

Sullivan & Lucille

Sullivan & Cassidy

Sullivan & Charlotte

Sullivan & Willow

Sullivan & Rhiannon

Sullivan & Clarissa

Sullivan & Gabrielle

Sullivan & Scarlett

Sullivan & Molly

Without double letters:

Sullivan & Celeste

Sullivan & Genevieve

Sullivan & Adeline

Sullivan & Abigail

Sullivan & Harper

Sullivan & Georgia

Sullivan & Veronica

Sullivan & Daphne

Sullivan & Delaney

Sullivan & Elizabeth

Sullivan & Emery

Sullivan & Carina

Sullivan & Bridget

Sullivan & Adelaide

I’d like to hear your personal style in names though, as I feel like Sullivan lately fits into a few categories!

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[coochiewrites]

@outfromthesea 02/11/2018

Adjusting the lapels of the suit jacket, Elijah looked back toward the camera just in time for the flash to go off once more. “Alright, Eli, that was great. I think we’re ready for your next look.” The photographer told him and he nodded, heading over to where the stylist was talking to a really handsome man. “Sorry to interrupt, but I was told to go for the next look?” Eli inquired of the stylist before turning to the man. “Hi. I’m Elijah Hadley.”

a gaywad02/11/2018

Jeremy was getting style tips from the stylist his mother had hired. The stylist was a gorgeous woman with huge baby doll eyes and rainbow colored hair. She had made his eyes pop by finding an outfit that looked wonderful with his green eye shadow and glitter. He was about to ask her a question, but then he spotted the most handsome man he had ever seen, and damn he was sure he could look at him all day. “Why, hel-lo, Elijah,” Jeremy said with his hand out to shake. His other hand was on his hip, while the Stylist walked away to retrieve some clothes for their star...model….Jeremy didn’t know. “I’m Jeremy, Jeremy Rider. But I can assure you, all I be riding is horses.” He winked, clearly joking around.

February 28, 2018

outfromthesea02/28/2018

Elijah takes Jeremy's hand for a shake. "Hello, Jeremy. It's a pleasure to meet you." The last name clicks for Elijah as he began to unbutton the button-up shirt he was wearing a little to prepare to change into whatever the stylist is bringing out next. "Are you by any chance related to the, um, Rider who owns the magazine?" He asks. "I mean, if I'm wrong, by all means, please don't think less of me. Fashion and magazines aren't exactly in my wheelhouse." He chuckles a little, still a bit caught off-guard at how he is so brazen and unapologetic. The energy of that radiates off of Jeremy, and damn if it isn't attractive to Eli.

April 14, 2018

a gaywad04/14/2018

Jeremy swore sparks flew from their hands when Elijah shook his hand. He had always believed people were bullshitting him when they said stuff like that happened. But here he was, feeling that sensation and being surprised by it. When he let go of Elijah’s hand he laughed and shook his head. If he had longer hair, he would’ve placed a piece of it behind his ear.  “Yes, I’m her son - though, I wouldn’t call her my pa’s surname in front of her. She goes by Meredith Jones now,” he told the handsome man, making eye-contact the whole time. “Her and my pops got a divorce after she cheated on him with the maid.” Jeremy knew he was probably saying too much. His parents divorce was nobody’s business. @outfromthesea(edited)

May 4, 2018

outfromthesea05/04/2018

Elijah smiled, feeling a thrill race up and down his spine when their hands connected for a shake. The was definitely a spark here. He could feel it. Ducking his head a little, he chuckled. "I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't aware of the name change." His accent slipped out around his apology, but he had to meet Jeremy's eyes. They were so dark and beautiful. Eyebrows raising when he admitted some personal family business, he chuckled once more. "Well, that was a smart move on your mother's part." He admitted.@a gaywad

May 15, 2018

a gaywad05/15/2018

“No need apologize,” Jeremy replied casually, his arms out as he shrugged. While his parents and their scandal was nationwide news, he knew not everyone kept up with that sort of thing, especially when those men looked like Eli. “It really wasn't, but I'm proud of her for being comfortable enough to be herself now. Being forced to live in the closet is the worst. I wouldn't wish that on even my worst enemies.” He carefully watched Eli after he said that. He wanted to know how he'd react to this. If he agreed, there was the possibility that he was gay or an ally. If he didn't, then that meant he should probably end their conversation as soon as possible.@outfromthesea

May 29, 2018

outfromthesea05/29/2018

Eli nodded in understanding. "Yeah. I can understand that completely." He agreed, chuckling a little as he shrugged on the next shirt the stylist had brought over for him. "Um, believe it or not, this isn't my first career. I was in the military, and, uh, it wasn't until just before I left that they repealed Don't Ask, Don't Tell. But being in the closet and denying who you are... I know how much it can take a toll on a person." He told Jeremy, hoping that Jeremy would pick up on the fact that he was gay, too. Coming out for him was a long, unending process, and he wasn't exactly out to his fans and the general public yet. But maybe with the love and assistance of the right person, Eli thought he could see being 100% out of the closet.

August 11, 2018

a gaywad08/11/2018

Jeremy let out a tuneless whistle and held in the need to tell him to shut up. This man was fine and gay (or bi)? Jeremy couldn’t believe it. That sounded too good to be true.  “Damn, I bet you looked goooood in that uniform,” Jeremy replied, clearly flirting. He felt a little bad for Eli since he thought that don’t ask don’t tell was bullshit. If someone wanted to fight for the country being gay or trans shouldn’t matter at all. “She’s a lot happier. And if you can’t tell, I’m a gay as the rainbow flag and I’m that person who’ll tell anyone who’ll listen. I think that everyone should come out at their own time, though. Since some people can’t afford to come out.” Jeremy winked at Eli to give him a sign that he knew his secret. @outfromthesea

August 16, 2018

outfromthesea08/16/2018

Eli couldn't help the blush that bloomed on his cheeks when Jeremy flirted with him. Despite being (if only privately) out for a couple of years, he still was never sure how to handle being flirted with. "I'd be happy to show you some photos sometime, unfortunately, however, I don't have any on me. They're all back at my place." It was a good attempt on his part to flirt back, he thought. "I'm glad she's happier... And I try not to make assumptions about people, but I'm gay, too." He admitted, confidingly, with a small smile. "I agree with you, though. It's important to come out on your own time... Anyway, so, uh, what do you do? Do you work for your mother's publication?"

October 16, 2018

a gaywad10/16/2018

Jeremy’s eyes widened when Eli confirmed he was gay. The fact that he was gay meant that he had a chance. This excited him. “Then you should show me them sometime,” he flirted, a mischievous smile painting his lips as he spoke. “Cause I bet you looked really cute in them.” His forwardness is probably a little too much, but Jeremy has always been a little too much. His personality is loud, and he’s always been so unbelievably brave and confident. He takes chances and doesn’t worry about the consequences or rejection. “I’m a fashion designer. I designed the outfit you’re wearing right now. And wow, let me tell you, it looks a lot better on you than it looked on the model.” Another award winning smile is thrown Eli’s way. @outfromthesea

October 17, 2018

outfromthesea10/17/2018

Eli ducked his head a little, his face basically a flame as Jeremy flirted with him. "Sure. That can be arranged." He agreed, looking back up at the handsome designer. "Maybe you could come over and I could cook you dinner. I make a mean fried chicken with all the fixin's." His heart was about to beat out of his chest as he suggested it, basically asking Jeremy out. He barely knew him, but god, he was attracted to him. He felt like he wanted to know everything about this man and spend as much time as possible with him. Jeremy was truly unlike anyone he'd ever met, and he wanted to read him like a book. His eyebrows raised when Jeremy told him he was a designer and that he had designed the outfit Elijah was wearing, he smiled. "Thank you. The material is great, better than any other suit I've put on before. I love the jacket."