#The Birds actress thing got me bc that movie came out so long ago now&she was on season 14 of 15 so it's not like the show was in it's prime

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The pull Supernatural must've had bc there are SO many classic horror/horror adjacent actors that guest starred like it's actually shocking. These were usually big names in the movies/shows they're well known from and they'd come in and do a silly bit part on this weird little WB/CW show. Like how are there so many?

Off the top of my head there's Linda Blair-Regan in The Exorcist, Robert Englund-Freddy in Nightmare on Elm Street, Barry Botswick-Brad in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, James Marsters and Charisma Carpenter-Spike and Cordelia in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Veronica Cartwright-Cathy in the Birds and Joan Lambert in Alien,Kevin McNulty-Eddie in Snakes on a Plane, and probably a bunch of others I don't remember/know.

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yo, im not gonna lie guys, im super drunk, so this bio is like.... completely ocpy and pasted but;.... pls plot with me..... im so excited to bring this baby here.... i feel it is the perfect place to write her and i hven’t had the chance to in so long ..... love me..... and greta........ please im so excited this is back, last time i played jack..... n willow??? i think....... maybe archie too...... dont even remember...... who i fuckin played..... but i was here...... and queer..... loud..... and proud..... god this dumb bitch needs to sleep.....

GRETA O'DRISCOLL

20. born in marfa, texas. luvs wearing gingham print dresses and cowboy boots. vert into art and pornography, and particularly the combination of the two. wants to do a PHD on gender studies and female autonomy in porn.

( kristine froseth | she / her | cisfemale ) hey, you hear ( young lady, you’re scaring me by ron gallo ) playing over on the ( rv lot ) ? that’s where ( greta o'driscoll ) lives! i heard they moved in from ( marfa, texas ) exactly ( four months ) ago. they’re very ( zealous ) but also pretty ( erratic ). maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the ( libertine ). starlit is full of people, but this ( 20 ) year old is really going to liven things up around here! ( nora | 23 | she / her | gmt )

personality: easy-going, deceptive, manipulative, self-reliant, profound, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent unmotivated, self-corrupting, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring.

likes: art, music, philosophy, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, fish and chips on the beach, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, DJ sets, magnolias.

dislikes: bananas, coffee, mental mathematics, children, misogyny, the imaginary future, literature, Wes Anderson films

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aesthetics: a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

cliffsnotes on biography

 - she’s called greta (under witness protection), and she’s a serial dater. she’s incredibly restless and doesn’t settle. before she came to seattle, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. born into a single-parent house with two older sisters so always surrounded by women and as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention  -   every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result everyone from her past views her as a completely different person depending on when she met them.   -   she’s been involved in a series of destructive relationships because when people discover she’s not who she pretends to be she often gets explosive and defensive.  -   (tw gun) she’s now under witness protection and moved to connecticut because she shot a previous boyfriend in self-defence and his family are trying to have her done for murder, but she got tired of being moitored so is now even on the run from the police / her faked identity.  - easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be entralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her   -  big into sports. big into gender politics. big into art. does a lot of art installation pieces to do with female and queer bodies. massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune. big fan of the honey bee.

full biography

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your bosom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out. 

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and daredevils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six-pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three-hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty-five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wildfire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you make your name as a downtown singer while he foots the bill with pills. they have a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you live like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self-defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to vegas where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

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All of them. Suffer.

Unusual AsksSpotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Pandora and SoundCloud I fuckin hate Spotify is your room messy or clean?atm messy but I usually keep it really clean I've just been bustwhat color are your eyes?hazeldo you like your name? why?I didnt really for awhile but ive like, come to terms with it and it has cool nicknames I can go by so its alrightwhat is your relationship status? sufferdescribe your personality in 3 words or lessovervearing, tired, loudwhat color hair do you have?naturally its brown but its dyed maroonish right nowwhat kind of car do you drive? color?2001 2-door Ford Ranger, its maroon but my dad spray painted the hood black so I get to live with thatwhere do you shop?just like the mall in general i dont really go specific places I just explorehow would you describe your style? comfortable but not trashy "im wearing my pajamas in public" u knofavorite social media accountmy tumblr bc its got some cool peoplewhat size bed do you have?fullany siblings?I have a brother who's 13 years older than meif you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?On a several acre farm with good weather bc I could grow lots of plants and have so many dogsfavorite snapchat filter? I really like the one with the starsfavorite makeup brand(s)I dont wear makeuphow many times a week do you shower?everyday cause Im not nasteyfavorite tv show?just started watching shameless so thatshoe size?10 1/2 or 11 in womenshow tall are you?5'8"sandals or sneakers? barefootdo you go to the gym? nopedescribe your dream datea naphow much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?zero dollars and zero centswhat color socks are you wearing? grey and purplehow many pillows do you sleep with?one or twodo you have a job? what do you do? i fuckin wishhow many friends do you have? idk I'm pretty friendly with most people I have like 5 really close friends thowhats the worst thing you have ever done? felonys I guesswhats your favorite candle scent? theres this fabled yankee candle ive yet to find called music room and thats my fav even though Ive not smelled it3 favorite boy namescasey, Aleksandr, Marcus3 favorite girl namesQuinn, Larissa, Olivefavorite actor? Johnny Depp bc he's attractive thats my only reasonfavorite actress? th chick who played Junkwho is your celebrity crush?dont really have onefavorite movie? Little Miss Sunshinedo you read a lot? whats your favorite book? YeS, the Perks of Being a Wallflowermoney or brains? brains they can get money if they have thatdo you have a nickname? what is it? Randi or Mira, or my moms favorite, Miranda the Pandahow many times have you been to the hospital?in the past year alone 3 timetop 10 favorite songsthis is such a hard question here we gothis trap remix i found of pure immagination, Thom, you suck charlie, distance, strawberry, big bird, GBD Out, caroline, again, and this one song by message to bearsdo you take any medications daily? yea for my allergieswhat is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)somewhere in the middlewhat is your biggest fear? the dark, but really whats in the dark, how many kids do you want? zero kids are disgustingwhats your go to hair style?just leaving it downwhat type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium sized i guesswho is your role model? dont have onewhat was the last compliment you received?someone told me they liked my earings a couple days agowhat was the last text you sent?it was a game request for 8 ball poolhow old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?like 6what is your dream car? a cool ass mustangeopinion on smoking?dontdo you go to college? ive taken college classes but Im not in college, still doin high schoolwhat is your dream job? a profesional musicianwould you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? ruraldo you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? nodo you have freckles? on my shouldersdo you smile for pictures?depends, sometimes i do, sometimes i make faceshow many pictures do you have on your phone? i didnt realise until you made me look but i have 642 and thats a lothave you ever peed in the woods? ye on a fishin trip as a kiddodo you still watch cartoons? yupdo you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?mcdsFavorite dipping sauce? i dontwhat do you wear to bed? a really big tshirt, sometimes long pants if its coldhave you ever won a spelling bee?nopewhat are your hobbies?plants and musiccan you draw? not really but i like todo you play an instrument?yes 5 i love band and music aHwhat was the last concert you saw? i saw someone perform at usf dont remember muchtea or coffee?coffeeStarbucks or Dunkin Donuts?dunkin im a loyal customerdo you want to get married?maybe but probably notwhat is your crush’s first and last initial?cw like the channellare you going to change your last name when you get married? who knowswhat color looks best on you? red used to before i died my hair now it clashes and i have trouble dressing myselfdo you miss anyone right now? yeedo you sleep with your door open or closed?closeddo you believe in ghosts?yupwhat is your biggest pet peeve? people who interject with stupid shitlast person you called`Ms Faith Bakerfavorite ice cream flavor? cookies and creamregular oreos or golden oreos? regular last week i ate threepacks by myself help mechocolate or rainbow sprinkles? no ewhat shirt are you wearing? a very old linkin park shirtwhat is your phone background?plantsare you outgoing or shy?both? depends on hmthe peopledo you like it when people play with your hair?yupdo you like your neighbors? the guy to our left is an old misoginistic racist white dude and i cant wait for him to die but the lady to my right came here from columbia and i love her shes a giftdo you wash your face? at night? in the morning?in mornin yeahave you ever been high? yehave you ever been drunk? yelast thing you ate? icecream & brownies togetherfavorite lyrics right now" And I know rhis wont last forever, but goddamn it feels like forever since we've been together, 'til we'll be together again"summer or winter? bothday or night? night but only if im insidedark, milk, or white chocolate? dark and milk fuck white chocolate nastiesr shitfavorite month? octoberwhat is your zodiac signtauruswho was the last person you cried in front of? my mom