#aisling lynch

[slytherindisaster]

web weaving: jolin + home

for @unfortunate-arrow

miriam adeney / @/electraheart2012 / flowers in the attic: the origin (2022) / anna and the french kiss by stephanie perkins / aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world by benjamin alire sáenz / home by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros / queen's gambit (2020) / what happened to goodbye by sarah dessen / @/bicarusgf

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝓐𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓪𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝔂𝓷𝓬𝓱 | b. April 22, 1907

⤷ hufflepuff • irish • half-blood • isfp • taurus • eldest • prefect • headgirl • tadhg lynch & niamh kelly’s daughter • aurologist • portrayed by shay rudolph & hannah dodd

[endlessly-cursed]

Crack ship asks: Atticus and Aisling Lynch, please?

These two would def take Europe by the horns 👀💫

[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

thinkinv abt how absolutely world shattering (in the best way) the dream thieves would've been if i didnt know pynch was canon

[tonyspank]

SHE

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

New York was a city full of opportunity and possibilities. It was a place where people could come to pursue their dreams and make their mark in the world. It was vibrant and alive, and it was a place that gave people hope. You and your best friend Ross decide to move to the big apple, and you meet a woman who drastically changes your life.  That woman being Jenna Ortega.

This oneshot includes mature themes such as foul language, sexual activity, acts of violence and etc.

Jenna and any other celebrities in this book are not famous unless said otherwise.

This is also very rushed, I wanted to get something out, so I’ll be revising it soon. Also this is inspired by that one Netflix show, I can’t say which one because then it’ll spoil a lot of stuff.

WORDS; 8.6K

"Bro. Please, just please go to the store." The blonde-haired boy basically pleads from the couch. You throw your head back dragging your feet against the white tile floor that leads to the kitchen. You take a deep breath and grab your keys off the kitchen table. You look back with a sigh and say, "Alright, I'll go," before heading out the door.

You walk to your car, still not entirely sure why you agreed to go. You get in, start the engine, and drive off toward the store. You live in the less busy part of New York, free from the loud noises of cars honking and random arguments of people on the street.

Ross Lynch, your best friend who just got accepted to his dream job of working at a tech company, just moved into a new apartment with you. With Ross being at work and you decorating and buying appliances, you didn't have time to go grocery shopping.

The two of you have been ordering takeout every day for the past two weeks. Ross's complaining and along with your stomach eventually convinces you not to avoid the task any longer. Now at the supermarket, you grab a cart and browse the shelves for the items you need. It was late, so the store was nearly empty.

At least that's what you thought. Your head turns toward the sudden voice, "Excuse me." The brunette girl smiles, and you find yourself mesmerized by her beauty. Her dark hair was tied into a messy bun, and her bangs fell into her face.

She reaches up and brushes them away, revealing her deep brown eyes. And also showcases the large amount of freckles that danced across her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful. You find yourself staring, unable to look away.

"I uh, I can't find a worker and I also can't reach this stupid bag of popcorn. Could you help me?" Your heart skips a beat as she speaks to you, her voice as sweet as honey. You can feel yourself blushing before you dumbly nod in response. She smiles and lets out a small laugh before thanking you. You feel a warmth in your chest as you approach the aisle she was in. She points to the white bag of popcorn and you reach it with ease.

"Here you go." She takes the popcorn and looks at you with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much." You nod, "Happy to help." She turns to leave but you stop her. "If you need anything else you know where to find me."

She furrows her eyebrows and you mentally slap yourself for being unable to talk to pretty girls. Her head tilts slightly and you swear your heart rate just increased. "You're going to be in the same aisle... until I leave?"

She gives you an alluring smirk and you feel yourself blushing. Your hands sweat as you mumble a response, barely able to believe this is happening. "Uh? No, but maybe I could just join you until you leave. You know, just in case you need anything else."

You watch her eyes glance around your face, almost as if she's having a mental battle with herself. She breaks her gaze and smiles. "Sure, why not? I'd like that." She replies, her voice a low whisper. You take a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you follow her.

"Wait. I have to grab my cart really quick." She hums in acknowledgment and waits outside of your aisle while you quickly retrieve your cart. "I'm Y/N by the way." You introduce yourself and your face feels like it's on fire. She smiles in response, "Jenna."

"Bread and peanut butter. Not a jelly kind of person?" She says, her eyes scanning the few items in your cart. "I actually like to make my own jelly." You admit proudly.

She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "That's a cool idea. I've never thought of that. Is it difficult to make?"

"No, not at all," you reply. "It's actually quite simple. You just need a few ingredients and a bit of time." You smile and start walking toward the dairy aisle. She glances at you, her curiosity piqued. You start to explain the process in more detail, pointing out what ingredients you need and how to put them together.

"Hm... I might give it a try." You encourage her to do so, assuring her that it is easy and the results will be worth it. She grabs a bottle of sour cream, holding it in her right hand as she holds the bag of popcorn under her shoulder. "Are you making something?" You ask, curious at the different items in her hands.

She nods with a smile and replies, "I'm going to make cheesecake. I've been craving it for the past week."

You grab a few random stuff off the shelf, tossing it in your cart just so Ross can't say you didn't shop. Jenna's a few steps ahead of you, not noticing you've stopped. You quickly jog back up to her, sending her a smile. She smiles back, unaware of the random shopping you had done. "I love cheesecake,—"

"—It's a superior dessert." Jenna laughed. "I'm glad you're so passionate about it." She started walking again, this time more slowly, and you followed her. "Why are you shopping so late? If you don't mind me asking that is." Jenna asks, brushing her bangs out of her view of sight again.

You tap the handle of the cart, puckering out your lips. "Uhhh, I actually just moved here and I've been avoiding the task of going grocery shopping. My roommate— Ross, had to beg me to go." Jenna's eyes scan the shelves, and then they meet yours again with a small laugh falling from her lips. "Where did you move from?"

"Los Angeles." You inform her. She gasps in surprise. "Wow, that's a big change! I'm sure it's been a bit of an adjustment." She smiles. "Well, at least you have Ross to help you get accustomed."

You shrug your shoulders turning left at the end of the aisle. "Yeah, I guess. He's been busy though, with a new job and all. Which is the reason we moved." She nods in understanding before saying, "Well, it's still good to have a friend. Especially when you're in a new environment." You smile in agreement and the conversation drifts to other topics.

"Wait? What? You met Obama and got a photo of him?" Jenna asks in disbelief. You laugh as you nod your head and tell her the story of how you met the former president. Jenna shakes her head in disbelief, still astounded by the story. "Here look," you pull out your phone, scrolling a bit before showing it to her.

"Holy shit." She glances at you and then back at your phone. "You were telling the truth. How on earth did you manage to meet him?" You smile, "A legend never tells." She shakes her head in even more disbelief. "Well, you certainly have some impressive secrets." You begin unloading your cart which was filled with a bunch of random items.

You had a whole pineapple, a loaf of brioche bread, butter, peanut butter, a bottle of ketchup, a jar of pickles, and a bunch of other things. She looks at you curiously and asks, "What do you plan on making with all this?"

You pause, "I—" and you honestly cannot think of anything you could make with it. "I have no idea." She laughs and says, "Ross is going to kill you." You wave her off while the cashier finishes ringing up your items. "He'll live." The cashier begins typing on the screen before finishing bagging up your last item, the price showing on the mini screen in front of you.

"Off of that food? I don't think so," Jenna jokes. You laugh pulling out your card and swiping it. The cashier hands you your receipt and you thank him before you turn to Jenna. "You're funny." Jenna grins and places her two items on the belt. "I know, I should become a comedian."

You switch the bags to one hand. "I'd pay for every stand-up." Jenna laughs and slightly pouts her lips. "Aw, my number one supporter." She takes her bag from the cashier and you begin walking out of the store together. "Of course. You're going to see me in the crowd with a t-shirt with your face on it."

Jenna laughs and you start to smile wider at the sound. "I'd call security right away", she says in a jokingly serious tone. You smile continuing to walk to the girl's car. Once you arrive your smile fades.

Jenna unlocks her truck placing the singular bag down, turning to you. She gives you a tight-lipped smile and looks into your eyes. "Take care of yourself," she says. "It was nice meeting you."

You nod in response, not able to find the words to thank her. She gives you one last smile before getting into her car and starting the engine. You stand there for a few moments, watching her drive away until she disappears from sight.

You turn and walk toward your car, feeling grateful for the moment you shared with her. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. "I should've got her number." You mumble to yourself.

You shake your head putting your bags in the passage seat and get into your car before starting the engine and driving away. When you arrive at the parking garage, you spot an empty spot and pull in.

You sigh in relief as you turn off the engine and get out of the car. You take a moment to stretch before heading inside. Humming a random song, you make your way to the elevator. A person beats you to it and you furrow your eyebrows. She looked so familiar—wait. It was Jenna.

You speed up your movements to the elevator arriving faster. "Jenna?" She jumps at the sound of your voice, a very confused look on her face. "I live here as well," you say, hoping to help her relax. She looks around, realizing the situation and a small laugh escapes her lips. "Oh wow. I didn't expect that."

"Me either," the elevator dings, the doors opening soon after. You two step inside and Jenna reaches for the button. "Could you press eight—" Before you could finish your sentence another ding is heard. She had already pressed the button. Your mouth forms an "o" in surprise. "I guess we live on the same floor."

She smiles slightly before chuckling, "This is starting to scare me." You smile back, "Yeah, it's like fate brought us together." She nods, stepping out of the elevator as the doors open. "See you around," she says. You both begin to walk in the same direction, causing even more confusion. If that was possible.

She stops, turning to you with a puzzled look. "I think we're going the same way," she says. You both share a smile before continuing on your way.

Shit, you two were next-door neighbors.

You felt embarrassed that you didn't know earlier, but you were also glad that you were neighbors. You figured it would make things easier since you'd be seeing each other again. "Shit, how didn't I connect the dots?" Jenna mutters. "Well, at least we know now." You say and smile back in understanding.

Jenna smiled back. "Yeah, now it all makes sense. Tell Ross that he's in my prayers." She jokes. You both laughed, and the awkwardness between you melted away. You both said your goodbyes, and Jenna promised to keep in touch and you both went back to your respective apartments.

As you place the bags down in the apartment, Ross makes his way to the kitchen. "Took you long enough." He mumbles under his breath, and you roll your eyes. "What the—" He searches the bags, a strong furrow in his brows. "Y/N? What the hell is all of this?"

You smile sheepishly, "I got distracted." Your mind begins to flood with images of your brunette neighbor that you'd introduced yourself to at the supermarket.

"I'll just DoorDash groceries." He sighs out, turning to walk to the living room. "You should've done that in the first place!" You yell out after him.

"THE APP IS DOWN!" He shouts back, a loud groan following after.

It's the next morning and you're sitting at the kitchen island, Ross walks through the door, multiple bags in his hands. You raise your head from your phone, giving Ross a confused look.

He places the bags on top of the counter and you can feel the tension in the room, and you can see the light irritation on his face.

"Woah, Mr. Grumpypants. I told you I was going to get the groceries today." Ross sends you a look, taking a few items out of the plastic bags. "Really?" He tilts his head and you nod, "Because last time you said you would and ended up getting distracted."

You frown at the tone of his voice, "Dude. I'm sorry, I was going to go once you went to work."

Ross apologizes letting out a loud sigh, he shakes his head waving you off with his free hand. "Shit, sorry. I've just been stressed lately."

You mumble an, "It's okay. I understand." Before getting up and helping him put away the groceries.

Ross didn't know it but the day you moved into your new apartment you had been applying for jobs. Ross was making more than enough to cover for your new apartment, but you didn't want to live off of your best friend.

Today you had three interviews lined up, one for a bookstore, one for a restaurant and one for a local flower shop. You were getting very desperate, the pays weren't a lot but it would have to do until you found a full-time position.

You hadn't seen your neighbor. Well, you have seen her. You were walking around the neighborhood and saw Jenna pulling up, she rolled down the window and say her hello's before entering the parking garage.

Then you had seen her again, she exiting her apartment as you were entering yours. She greeted you with a squeeze on your arm before going about her day. Every time you'd see Jenna her hellos would get more touchier, but never taking it too far.

You were exhausted and your mind was on a spiral. Having done three interviews back to back, and the horrible traffic of New York had made you feel like you were going to collapse at your door.

You fumble with your keys, attempting to unlock your door, but they drop from your hands. "C'mon, man." You mumble to yourself letting out a dramatic sigh as you reach for your keys.

You didn't even notice the brunette that passed you, taking out her own pair of keys until you heard them jingle. You look to your left seeing Jenna already looking your way, a playful smile on her face.

"You look nice. Had a date?" You give a small smile shaking your head. Jenna's eyes roam your face taking in all of your features, you were so damn attractive. From your eyebrows to your eye, to your nose and even your alluring lips.

But while she shamelessly checked you out she noticed the tired look in your y/e/c eyes, her lip slightly turning downwards. "Oh, date went bad?"

Inhaling a breath you shake your head again, "No, interview actually." Jenna steps away from her door, coming closer to you. "You look stressed." Her hand rests on your forearm, and you glance down at her touch before meeting her dark and brown sincere eyes.

"I made a cheesecake, come try it." Cheesecake? You really did love cheesecake. You remember back in sixth grade your entire social media account was based on your love for cheesecake.

It had become one of your favorite desserts after your mom replaced it for a birthday cake.

"Uh," You hesitate. You didn't wanna intrude her personal space. But god did that cheesecake sound tempting. "Sure."

Jenna flashes a smile at you, giving your forearm a slight squeeze. You pocket your keys following behind Jenna who holds the door open for you, "Don't mind the mess." She mutters, picking up the empty water bottle off of her kitchen island and throwing it in the trash.

Her apartment was the same size as yours, the decorations modern and bright, white everywhere. There were white walls with sleek and elegant furniture, natural lighting shining through as her white curtains are pulled apart. "Your place is nice."

"Thank you," You sit down on a white bar stool, and she reaches into her fridge pulling out the cheesecake. You swear your mouth began watering at the sight.

"That looks so delicious." She grins at your reaction scooting the dish closer to you. You watch as she pulls a plate and fork, platting your slice of cheesecake.

"Enjoy," She says, sitting down next to you and resting her head in her hand. You glance at her with a smile before picking up the fork and taking a decent bite of the New York-style slice of dessert.

Her eyes watch you intensely, searching for your reaction. Swallowing the piece of cheesecake you nod, twisting your bar stool to face Jenna completely. "Can I keep the whole cake?" You joke Jenna's face breaks out in a smile and she leans into you, holding your bicep.

"Only if you give me a jar of your jelly." You pursed your lips, pretending to think. "Okay fine, deal." You say, taking another bite of your food and she lets go of you.

"Is it not tight?" Jenna asks, your forehead creases in confusion from the lack of context. Her mouth twitches upward as she gestures to your tie.

"Your tie. Is it not tight?" You glance at the black tie around your neck, shrugging. It suddenly felt tighter than before, "Now that you're saying something, maybe a bit."

You reach for your tie but her own hands beat you, loosening it up. "Better?" She asks, her eyes glancing around your face. Staring a bit too long at your lips, you slowly nod sparing a glance at her pink lips. "Mhm," you hum quickly looking away. Her hands slip away, but her gaze remains. You take a deep breath, but your heart is still racing.

"So, what's the story? Why do you love cheesecake so much?" You breathe out a laugh, "Can people just not like cheesecake anymore?" She puckers her lips, tilting her head. Cute.

"Yeah, but not as much as you do." You try to fight back a smile but fail miserably, "Well, it was my fourteenth birthday... and my mom was working overtime, so she had to get my birthday cake late." You glance at Jenna who nods, paying attention to every word you're saying.

"And the store didn't have any left, so she ended up settling with a cheesecake which I absolutely devoured. Ate the entire thing by myself and then proceeded to lie about it and say I dropped it on the floor and had to throw it out." Jenna laughs, holding a hand over her mouth attempting to silence her laugh. "Did she know you were lying?"

"Yes." You simply say, turning back to finish your slice of cheesecake, Jenna begins to talk about another topic, and you find yourself freely discussing and sharing your thoughts without hesitation. It felt like you had known her for years.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought about how easy it was to talk to her. You felt a connection with her that you had never experienced before. You knew that she was someone special and that you wanted to get to know her better.

You could tell she felt the same way, and you were eager to see where the friendship would go. "My friends are going out to this club tonight, do you wanna join?" Jenna asks out of the blue, Jenna smiled, waiting for your response. You were taken aback by the invitation, but excited at the same time. You hesitated for a moment before saying, "Uh, sure."

Jenna's face lit up with a smile and she said, "Great! Let's meet up at 8 o'clock and go together." You agreed and the two of you made plans to meet up later that night, ready to see what the night would bring. When 8 o'clock came around, Jenna was already outside your door waiting for you. She had a big grin on her face, clearly excited for the night ahead.

You, on the other hand, had your jaw dropped to the floor at her beauty, though it already established she was gorgeous when you first saw her. You managed to regain your composure and walked out the door, flashing her a big smile. She smiled back, and you could feel your heart racing as she locked arms with you, making your way downstairs and into her car. You drove to the club, talking and laughing the whole way. When you arrived, you couldn't help but feel like you were walking on air.

You felt like you were in a dream as she opened the door of the club and you stepped inside. You looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place and the vibrant atmosphere. The night had only just begun, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. "Jenna!" A man's voice calls.

You both look over and see a friend of Jenna's waving them over. As they make their way to the table, Jenna turns to you and smiles. "Ready to have some fun tonight?" She asks.

You nod, feeling the energy of the club around you. Taking her hand, you walk to the table, ready to make the most of your night. "Hey, everyone! This is Y/N, we're neighbors." Jenna introduces you, and you wave timidly.

Everyone smiles and welcomes you, "Hey, I'm Mason." A handsome brown-skinned man says to you, "This is Mikey," the woman waves at you shyly, a small smile on her lips. "Jack," he nods his head a you smiling. "And Melissa." She waves at you with two hands, muttering, "Hello."

You take a seat next to Jenna and the group starts talking, laughing and joking. You smile, feeling welcomed and accepted. You feel a sense of belonging like you have always been part of the group. You relax and enjoy the conversation, talking about random things.

The conversation drifts to more serious topics and everyone shares their unique perspectives. You feel energized by the exchange of ideas and the group's willingness to listen and learn from each other. This is the kind of environment you want to be in.

"I'm going to get us some drinks," Melissa says, standing up. Everyone eagerly agrees. Melissa goes to the bar and Mason follows behind her to help. "So, Y/N." You hum in response, turning your head to Jack. Jack continues, "What do you think of everyone so far?" You smile, "Everyone's really nice. I'm glad I came," you reply. "Me too," Jack says. "I'm sure we'll have a great time tonight."

Jenna squeezes your thigh and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You laugh nervously and glance at Jack, who seems oblivious to Jenna's gesture. She grins and removes her hand, the corner of her mouth turned up in amusement. You take a deep breath and turn back to Jack, trying to focus on the conversation.

"We got the drinks!" Melissa and Mason shout, raising the drinks in their hands. Everyone turns to the two, cheering. You glance at Jenna, who is smiling and clapping along with everyone. You smile back at her and turn back to Jack, who furrows his eyebrows when he's not handed a drink.

"No can do Jack, you're too young." Mason says, wiggling his finger in a 'no' motion. Jack scowls and crosses his arms over his chest. "But Jenna has one more year to go!" Jenna laughs sipping on her drink. "Yeah, but she gives off Wednesday Addams vibes and I don't wanna end up dying," Mason says, smiling at Jack.

Jack sighs and shakes his head. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to wait 'til I'm older." He says, disappointed. Mason puts an arm around Jack's shoulder and they all laugh. The night goes on and everyone is enjoying themselves, you especially. Their group felt like a big dysfunctional, but happy family.

Before the night was over, you excused yourself to get another drink. You head to the bar and order your drink. As you wait, you scroll through your phone, reading emails to see if anyone has emailed you back about a job.

You sigh and put your phone away. "Ex didn't text back?" A voice says, catching you off guard. You turn around and are met with green eyes, "Job didn't text back, I've been looking for quite a bit." You say, flustered at the beauty of the woman in front of you.

She laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't give up too soon, you're in New York! There are opportunities everywhere." She takes a step closer, her hand outstretched. "I'm Ana, by the way. What's your name?" You take her hand and smile, "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

She shakes your hand firmly. "Relax. This isn't a job interview, no need for the full name." She lets out a thunderous laugh, and you can't help but smile at the sound. "Let's go," she says. "I'll show you the city." You hesitate, glancing over at Jenna who's laughing with her friends.

You take one last look at Jenna and then nod at Ana. She smiles and takes your hand and leads you forward, the bright lights and bustling streets of New York ahead of you. You feel a thrill of excitement as you step away from the shelter of the alley and into the vibrant city. Together, you and Ana start to explore all that New York has to offer.

A large slice of pizza is in your hand and you and Ana walk down the streets of New York, asking questions about each other. "Ana de Armas? That's a pretty fancy name," Ana smiled. "It's Spanish," Ana said. "My family is from Cuba. I'm actually named after my mother." You hum, nodding your head before taking a bite out of your pizza.

Ana grins. "It's nice to have something that connects me to my heritage." She takes a deep breath and looks around. "This city has a lot of history, doesn't it?" You look around with her, "Yeah... and a lot of interesting people."

She pauses and looks at you with a faint smile. "Are you trying to call me interesting Y/N?" You laugh and smile. "Yes, of course." She gives you a playful shove, and you both keep walking, admiring the city around you.

You talked about the sights and sounds of the city and shared stories from your past. You both felt a connection that was growing more and more with every step. She looked at you with a twinkle in her eye and said, "Maybe we should do this again sometime."

"Yeah." You sigh out, taking your hands out of your pocket. The two of you stared at each other in silence. You smiled, realizing that you were both thinking the same thing. You leaned in and kissed her, your hands landing on her waist as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

You both were lost in the moment, enjoying the kiss and the feeling of being together. You pulled away, still looking into each other's eyes, and smiled. There was no need for words; the moment said it all, but she spoke anyway.

"I don't want this night to end." You leaned in and kissed her forehead, taking a few moments to savor the moment. You grab her hand, intertwining your fingers, and say, "Let's go somewhere we can be together a little longer."

That's how you ended up in her bed, waking up in the morning to a phone call. You sit up tiredly, glancing at the unknown number before answering it. "Hello?" You rasp out, getting up from the bed completely. "Yes, is this Y/N speaking?"

"Yes, this is me," you reply, picking up your clothes from last night. "Hi! This is Zoe calling from Mooney's. I believe you applied for the bartending job here." "Yes, that's me," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed. You take a deep breath and try to sound confident. "Yes, I applied. What can I do for you?"

"Well, we looked over your resume and we think you're a good fit! Could you come in today for training or...?" "Yes, of course!" you reply. You quickly jot down the details of the training and hang up the phone, feeling a wave of relief and excitement. Fucking finally! You got a job.

The training wasn't as difficult as expected, pretty simple actually you just had to listen and follow instructions. Zoe leans against the bar. "Y/N Y/L/N," she begins, looking at you with a smile. You nodded in agreement before taking a sip of your water. Zoe continued, "See, that wasn't so bad."

You smiled and nodded again, relieved that the training wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. "Why the full name though?" Zoe chuckled and shrugged. "Just to make sure I have it right," she said. "No one wants to be mislabeled, right?"

You quickly tilt your head, shrugging. She laughs, "My full name is Zoë Isabella Kravitz, if it makes you feel any better." She gives you a wink before turning and heading back to the other side of the bar. You smile, "Much better." You take a sip of your drink and watch her as she moves away. You can't help but admire her confidence and easy grace.

You continue to observe her as she talks and laughs with the other patrons; she seems completely at ease and unbothered by the chaos of the night. She catches your eye and smiles at you before turning away. You smile back, putting back on your apron before helping her around the bar.

You pass her her drink and she thanks you with a wink. She takes it to the customers the old regulars, who welcome her with cheers and applause. She takes a seat and begins to talk and joke with them as if she had known them for years. You watch with admiration as she fits in so easily, making the customers feel at home. It's clear to you why they all love her.

Once the bar is closed you help clean up as well, hanging up your apron before taking a seat with a loud sigh. "Uh oh, that sounds like a first day and I'm already about to quit type of sigh." She jokes, hanging up her apron as well.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It was a long day, but I'm actually really glad I decided to take this job." She smiles, nodding in agreement. "Me too. It's been quite busy the past couple of weeks, it was nice to have a helping hand."

You both smile and the atmosphere suddenly lighter. You chat for a bit before saying goodbye and heading home, feeling a sense of satisfaction with your first day.

"There she is!" Jenna smiles, walking beside you to her own door. You smile at her, "Hey, Jenna." She smiles back, taking out her keys before speaking, "I haven't seen you since last night." You just disappeared. "I uh, had to do something," you reply. She shakes smiling, "Well, I'll talk to you later." She unlocks her door and waves goodbye before entering her home.

It's been months since that interaction, months since you've worked at the bar. Everything was falling into place. You helped Ross with rent, and you talked to Jenna daily, having your moments every now and then. You were on your way to surprise Jenna with a jaw of your homemade jam.

You knock on her door which she opens in a matter of seconds, only in a robe and slippers. "Oh? Is this a bad time? I can-" She smiles and steps aside. "No, come in. I just got out of the shower. I'm glad you're here."

She takes the jar from your hands and sets it on the counter. "This looks amazing. Thank you for thinking of me." She turns to you and hugs you. "It really means a lot to me that you'd do something like this for me." She pulls away and smiles.

"Yeah, of course. It's just a thank you for the cheesecake." She laughs. "You're too sweet. I appreciate it." She looks around the kitchen. "Here, let's try it together."

She sets two spoons on the counter and you open the jar, sitting down on the bar stool. You both take a spoonful of strawberry jam, staring at each other for a reaction. Her eyes widen, and she smiles. She takes another spoonful, and you do the same. You both savor the sweet flavor of the jam and the moment of connection.

She reaches out and takes your hand into hers. You can feel the warmth of her skin and the electricity of the moment. "How do you rate--" You're cut off by a pair of lips attaching to yours. She pulls away and looks into your eyes. You can feel your heart racing as you realize what just happened. She smiles and says, "That's how I rate it."

You bring her into another kiss, standing up from the bar stool as her hands get tangled in your hair. You break off the kiss and gaze at her in wonder. She smiles again and you can feel yourself falling for her. You move closer to her, your heart beating faster with anticipation as you bring her in for another kiss. She responds eagerly, her body melting into yours. The kiss deepens, and you know that you will never be the same.

Her hands move to your jacket, peeling it off of your body. She pulls you closer, her eyes never leaving yours as you move to the couch, your lips never breaking apart, you lower her onto the couch. You lightly brush your hands against her skin as you take in her beauty, and gosh, was it amazing.

Her eyes close as you move your lips to her neck, she lets out a soft moan and grips your shoulders. "Fuck, Y/N. I want you so bad." You smile as you feel her desire. You start to kiss her again, this time more passionately and with more intensity. You both forget everything else as you melt into each other.

"I want you too," you whisper back, sitting up to take off your shirt. She follows suit, eagerly taking off her robe and reaching for the zipper of your pants. You reach down and take off your pants, taking off your underwear as well.

She bites her lip as she leans forward and kisses you intensely, her hands exploring your body. You feel yourself growing at her touch, falling backwards as she straddles you. She smiles, her eyes filled with desire, and she takes your hand and guides you inside her.

You close your eyes as you feel her warmth envelop you. "I've been wanting you for so long," she sighs, moving her hips slowly. "Do you feel how wet I am?" You can feel her heat radiating through her, and the passion rising. You nod and pull her closer to you, letting your hands roam her body. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss.

You grip her tightly as you move in unison, her moans getting louder with each thrust. "Jenna." You moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. She cries out in pleasure her moments becoming faster and more needy, "Say my name again."

You whisper her name in her ear, she shudders and tightens her grip, her back arching as she cries out in pleasure. "I'm about to cum, shit..." She whines, gripping your bicep.

You bite your lip as you thrust one last time, feeling her body tense around you as the waves start to crash over her. She clings to you, her fingers digging into your skin as the pleasure washes over her. "Y/N!!!"

You groan, "Jenna. I'm about to cum." She bites her lip, "Cum inside me, c'mon baby fill me up." You let out a low moan as you release, feeling her walls contract around you. She wraps her arms around your neck, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close as you both come down from the high.

"Round two?" She smiles, her eyes twinkling. She takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You both laugh, feeling the thrill of anticipation.

THREE MONTHS LATER

It was your birthday and Ross and Jenna decided to throw a party for you, a small one at least. Jack, Melissa, Mason, Mikey, and everyone came to celebrate. You had also invited Zoe, but she was running late as you anxiously bounced your leg on the couch.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and you sprang up to open the door. To your surprise, Zoe had finally arrived and was standing at the doorstep with a big smile on her face.

"Isabella!" You jokingly shout you've been teasing Zoe about her middle name for a while now. Zoe laughed and shook her head in mock exasperation. She hugged you and stepped into the house. "It's so good to see you. Happy birthday!" she said.

You smiled and thanked her, and as she walk beside you, placing her arm on your bicep.

Ross looked over at Jenna who watched the situation with a blank face. "Who is that?" he asks, approaching Jenna, watching the scene in front of him. "Her co-worker." She answers, her eyes never leaving the two of you. Ross furrows his eyebrows, confused. "Why would she invite her co-worker to a birthday party?"

"I don't know." Jenna harshly says, jealously burning throughout her body. Ross looks back and forth between Jenna and the situation. "I mean she is cute." He says, shrugging as he takes another sip of his drink. Jenna rolls her eyes and looks at Ross. "Want me to ask if she's interested in idiot for you?" He lets out a laugh, shaking his head.

"I think I already know the answer because she's definitely interested in your girlfriend." Jenna scoffs in response, "It's not mutual."

"I never said it was." Jenna looks away, her expression unreadable. "Or maybe it is... a bit." Ross raises an eyebrow as Jenna continues, "I think Y/N's not fully... satisfied with our relationship."

Ross thinks for a bit before realizing where this is going. "Ugh, no Jenna. I do not wanna have this convo with you." Jenna grunts in frustration. "Too bad you are."

"No, the hell I'm not." He says before walking away. Jenna follows Ross, her voice rising in volume. "Ross, I'm trying to talk to you about something important." Ross lets out a dramatic groan, "I don't wanna talk to you about how you're not fucking my best friend right."

Jenna stops in her tracks, "Fine." Ross thanks her gratefully, before leaving to retrieve your birthday gift. Jenna does the same, leaving your apartment to go to hers and bring you the cheesecake she had made. When she returns she sees you hugging Zoe tightly before pulling away, a silver necklace in your hands. Jenna quickly walks away, upset and sad.

"You got her a cheesecake for her birthday? Really?" Ross says from behind her. "Yes." She replies blankly with an eye roll. Ross looks over to you, watching Zoe put the necklace around your neck. He then glances back at Jenna, sighing. "Don't worry, she doesn't even like wearing jewelry."

Jenna laughed, shaking her head. "At least I know what she likes." Ross smiled and the three of them shared a moment of understanding. Jenna smiled at Ross before turning back to you. She began walking over proudly, showcasing the cheesecake to you.

It read "Happy Birthday" with a red heart on it. "Aww, thank you, love." You smile, giving Jenna a quick peck. Jenna blushes, looking away bashfully. Ross chuckles, happy for the two of you as you all miss the frown on Zoe's lips. Zoe quickly looks away, pretending to be busy with her phone. Jenna notices and her smile widens.

It's been two more months since your birthday. Your life has been going okay. You're still working at the bar to help Ross and you're still dating Jenna, but you're so busy you barely get to see her. You miss her a lot and you want to make more time for her, but it feels like you're stuck in a rut. You've been thinking about making a change, but you don't know where to start. You sigh out, unlocking Jenna's front door and greeting her.

She quickly gets up from the couch, arms crossed. As you lean in for a kiss, she leans back. She looks away, and you can feel the distance between you. You take a deep breath, "What's wrong?" Her jaw clenches, "Where were you?"

You avoid her gaze and reply, "I was at work." She looks away again and shakes her head. "I don't believe you", she says. "Well, that's where I was!" She looks at you skeptically, "I don't believe you. You've been avoiding me for weeks."

You take a deep breath. You were so tired and you didn't wanna do this right now. "I've been working, Jen. You know this? I was doing overtime so Ross could have some days off."

She scoffs, uncrossing her arms. "Do you think I'm stupid?" You look away, not sure what to say. You don't want to argue, and you're telling the truth! "No."

"Then why the hell are you lying to me?" You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I'm not lying," you insist. "I'm honestly telling you the truth! I was WORKING." You say, raising your voice. She looks at you incredulously. "You expect me to believe that?" she says, shaking her head.

"Yes? It's the truth."

She shoves you, "Fucking liar!" You barely move at the shove.

"It IS the truth!" You reply angrily. She looks away, her face filled with anger and disbelief. "I don't believe you," she repeats. You grit your teeth, but take a deep breath. You know she won't believe anything you say, so you don't bother trying to defend yourself. "Okay, then, I'm done."

"Oh? You're done with me?" You sigh, running a hand down your face. "I meant with this," you motion with your hands. "I'm done with the argument. Or! Maybe I should be done with you. Maybe I'll be happier."

She doesn't say anything, and the two of you stand there in silence. After a few moments, you turn away and walk off without another word.

"That's all you remember?" The cop asks, writing on a notepad. You nod, sniffling. "Yeah, that's all I remember until I woke up." The cop finishes writing and looks up at you. "Are you okay to tell us more?"

You nod immediately, "I can tell you the rest." You take a deep breath and start speaking again. "The rest was fuzzy, blurry, and worrying. I wasn't scared," You shake your head, staring at the table for a second before locking eyes with the cop in front of you.

"I was worried. I wanted to know why I couldn't remember anything. When I woke up there was a bright light and glass surrounding me. I remember thinking... what happened? Where was I? Why wasI here?"

You sit up, breathing heavily. Glass, four walls, just pure glass. What the fuck was going on? You lift your hand to the back of your head and feel a bump. You slowly stand up and make your way to the glass wall, pressing your hands against it. You look around the room, searching for an exit.

There was a door. Locked. A small department to pass things through. Locked as well. You search for any other possible way out, but to no avail. Frustrated, you slam your fist against the wall. You were trapped. Suddenly, you hear a creaking sound of a door opening, you stare into the dark shadows, and suddenly someone appears from it.

"Jenna?" You whisper, tears beginning to form in your eyes. She steps forward and the look on her face, is terrifying. She wasn't going to let you out. She takes a step closer and you take a step back. You can see the determination in her eyes. She won't let you go.

She places a hand on the glass wall. "Don't be scared, Y/N." You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. You can see her eyes soften, but you know she still won't let you go. You press your hand against the glass, knowing you won't be able to get out.

"Please... please let me out, Jen." Jen slowly shook her head and said, "I can't, Y/N. I'm sorry." She looked away, letting out a sigh. "It's just... I do so much for you... it hurt to hear you say those words to me." You look away, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I was angry Jenna! I didn't mean it."

Jenna removes her hands from the glass, "You're just saying that. You don't care about me the way I care about you." You shake your head, "YOU HIT ME JENNA! AND—AND THEN YOU TRAP ME IN A CAGE? SOMEONE WHO CARES WOULDN'T DO THIS." Jenna looks away, silent. You take a deep breath and turn around, running a hand through your hair.

"Y/N. Y/N!" She shouts at you, and you turn around pressing your hand on the glass. Her brown doe eyes stare at you, taking in every detail of your face. "I love you." She presses her hand against the glass, mimicking your own. "And loving someone means you'll do anything for them."

You stare at her, unsure of where she's going with this. "Everything good that's been happening is because of me, Y/N." You shake your head, "What?"

"Ross getting his dream job, that was me playing with a few strings. You moving next to me, that was me as well. You getting that stupid fucking job, that was me as well! There have been things that I've done that I held out from you. Like killing Ana... she was going to ruin us, Y/N. I had to do it for us. We can be together now, without any worries."

Your eyes widen at the girl in front of you. Is that why Ana never reached out to you? Because she was dead? You take a step back in shock, not able to believe what you were hearing. You felt the tears come to your eyes as you take in the full situation. You were speechless. "Say something!" Jenna shouts, startling you out of your trance.

"Where—where's Zoe?" You whisper. Did she kill her too? Jenna's face falls at your words, removing her hand from the glass a second time. "Dead."

You shake your head in disbelief and your vision blurs as tears stream down your face. You sink to the ground, feeling a crushing wave of grief wash over you. You feel numb, unable to process the news. You try to take a deep breath, but it catches in your throat. You feel a sudden emptiness in your chest and a sinking feeling in your stomach. You slump against the wall, trying to make sense of what you just heard. "You're sick, Jenna! You're a fucking murderer!"

Your mind starts to think of the worst, "Are you going to hurt me? Oh my god, fuck!" Jenna rushes over to you, crouching to be eye-to-eye with you. "I'd never hurt you, Y/N." She presses both of her hands against the glass, watching as you look at her in horror.

She stares at you a bit before getting up and leaving, noticing this you stand back up. "JENNA! WAIT!" But she doesn't stop.

She returns the next morning with breakfast. You apologize for your behavior the night before and thank her for breakfast. She smiles and tells you that it's all right.

You had some time to think, to calm down, and to take everything in. Your girlfriend was kidnapping you, and she was doing it out of fear that you were going to leave her. If you want to escape this you know you have to tell her what she wants to hear.

That you forgive and you understand completely on why she was doing all of this.

You take a bite of your bagel and Jenna watches you, a small smile on her face as she sits in front of the cage eating her sandwich.

You look up and meet her gaze, offering a kind smile. "I used to eat bagels every day when I went to middle school," you tell her. Her face lights up. "Really? Isn't that kind of unhealthy?"

You laugh with her and nod, "Yeah, but I didn't care. I always thought only rich and privileged businessmen ate bagels so I begged my mom to buy some."

Jenna laughs, shaking her head before her smile begins to fade."I'm sorry. I know how much you miss her." You smile and shrug. "It's okay. We all just have our own way of coping." Jenna nodded in agreement smiling at you.

When you finish breakfast Jenna walks up to the cage, pressing her hand against the glass. You quickly stand up, mocking her movement. "Do you forgive me?" She whispers, and you can barely hear her.

"Fully. I had some time to think, and I understand that you only want what's best for me. I don't think anyone has cared for me the way you do." Jenna smiles, her brown eyes glistening with tears. She reaches into her bag, pulling out a pair of keys. Yes. Yes. Yes.

She opens the cage and you slowly walk towards her. Jenna wraps her arms around you and holds you close. When you pull apart you push her onto the ground, searching the room for a weapon.

Jenna stares up at you in shock, as you grab a knife from the table. You raise the knife above your head, ready to strike, but she runs away, tripping on the rug inside the room.

You straddle her, pinning her down with your body. She cries out in fear as you raise the knife to deliver the final blow. "NO! I'M PREGNANT!"

You pause and look into her eyes, realizing the truth of her words. You drop the knife as her chest weaves up and down. "I'm pregnant." She repeats, tears forming in her eyes. You take a step back, shock and disbelief gripping you in its grasp.

You can feel your heart beating rapidly as you process the news. You look at her, uncertain of what to say or do. "I couldn't let you walk out on us, Y/N. I couldn't let our baby grow up without their mother."

She takes your hand into hers and brings it to her stomach. You feel a rush of emotion overwhelm you, and you look up into her eyes, now filled with love. You know in this moment that you will do whatever it takes to make sure your child is safe in the arms of her.

"I was so scared." You tell the cop. He stares at you, and his expression softens. "That's why Jenna killed Zoe. To protect me and our baby." He nods slowly, understanding. "I know," he says. "You did the right thing." He helps you to your feet and leads you away and outside the integration room.

He guides you back to the station's lobby, and you watch as he disappears down the hallway. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Ross stands up from the bench, bringing you into a tight hug. Jenna appears from behind him, kissing you softly before rubbing her belly. "It's okay, baby. We're safe now." She whispers to you.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 4 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

I love the Locked Tomb series but Harrowhark has daddy issues with God, had a childhood crush on God's cryogenic partner, and is in love with God's daughter, not to mention that she's essentially a bone-bender. The religion on her home planet exists in a way that is technically against the will of the canon in-universe God, even. All of this to say, Harrowhark is heretical at minimum if not an outright witch. Terrible Catholic. Burn her.

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

Our boy CHOOSES not to receive the Eucharist because he doesn’t believe he is worthy. The spiritual insight, the devotion, the fact that this teenager is worried he may have a mortal sin weighing on his soul…this boy isn’t just going through the motions, he’s putting work into this.

[beesmygod]

If you were forced to theme your wedding after a David lynch film, mullholland drive, eraserhead, lost highway, which one would you pick

im genuinely thinking of walking down the aisle to the love theme from twin peaks lol

[h50europe]

Repost • @ subotica.ie IG The Boy That Never Was airs at 9:35pm this Sunday on @rteone

We can’t wait for everyone to watch this story unfold! Some Ep 1 stills in the mean time.

Starring Colin Morgan, @tonior, @kerrlogan and Simon Callow.

Directed by @han_quinn

Written by @jospainscreenwriter and David Logan, based on the novel by @karenperrywrites

Produced by Natalie McAuley (@sneakyshrew)

Executive Producers: Tristan Orpen Lynch and Aoife Sullivan (@aoife.osullivan.og)

Director of Photography: Tim Fleming ISC

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Music by: @djkormac

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Script Supervisor: Louise Gaffney Farrell

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Casting: Elaine Grainger CDG

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Costume Design: Kenza Chaabi, Suzanne Keogh

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[jennyboom21]

It might seem strange, especially for those who only know Marshawn Lynch for his football career, to see the Super Bowl champ in a comedy about queer high school girls launching a fight club.

Bottoms (in theaters now) features the 37-year-old former NFL star in a scene-stealing role as Mr. G, a clueless teacher overseeing the feminist after-school club launched by Rachel Sennott’s PJ and Ayo Edebiri’s Josie. Even the film’s director and co-writer, Emma Seligman, admits she initially thought landing Lynch was a long shot.

“It was such a random movie for him to be in that I was so shocked that he even was considering it,” the Shiva Baby filmmaker (who goes by she/they pronouns) tells PEOPLE.

But the real reason for this unlikely casting is altogether more personal: Marshawn Lynch’s queer sister, Marreesha Sapp-Lynch, says he asked her whether to add Bottoms to a growing acting résumé that includes Westworld and Murderville.

“From the beginning when he read the script, he said that I came to mind,” recalls Sapp-Lynch, 34. “I was like, ‘Most definitely you should do it.’ I just told him, ‘It'll get you to understand, get more knowledge about the lesbian community.”

Like the characters of PJ and Josie, Sapp-Lynch has identified as a lesbian since high school. It felt easy coming out to her mother Delisa, she remembers — “She'll tell me to this day, 'I always knew you liked girls!'” — but brothers David, Marshawn and Davonte had a less straightforward reaction.

“They were understanding, but they didn't understand,” Sapp-Lynch tells PEOPLE. “Marshawn had a lot of questions and was thinking it was his fault: ‘What did I do?’ Because growing up he would always say I couldn't have a boyfriend, ‘You can't talk to boys.’ We’d go to a party and he'd be asking everybody, ‘Did you dance with my sister?’ But I wasn't attracted to boys, so I didn't dance with them!”

Her brother has accepted and celebrated her sexual orientation since those teenage years, Sapp-Lynch says. Case in point: Marshawn helped plan her 2021 wedding and walked her down the aisle.

“I asked him to walk me down the aisle because our dad passed away,” says Sapp-Lynch with a smile. “He cried the whole time,” she adds.

“He doesn’t cry — or I don't see him cry. The fact that he did cry and shed some tears, it meant a lot to me.” (Marshawn was so invested in his sister’s wedding, in fact, he urged the pair to reschedule it from 2023 to 2021. “He was very much involved in the whole planning... He called us at 5:00 a.m. talking about the cake designs and party favors.”)

But with Bottoms, a comedy produced by Amazon’s Orion Pictures and Elizabeth Banks’ Brownstone Productions, Marshawn had a bigger opportunity to honor his sister. Discussing the role of Mr. G with the footballer, Seligman, 28, remembers thinking there must have been “more of a connection here beyond him wanting to be in a funny movie or something.”

“In his words, he said he wasn't amazing about it when Marreesha came out in high school and that he felt like this was the universe giving him a chance to right his wrongs,” she adds. “He made it seem like that was really what was interesting him the most about it.”

Throughout the film’s shoot in New Orleans, Seligman says, “he kept on bringing up Marreesha.” Especially when Sapp-Lynch and her wife visited the set, she recalls, “He kept on being like, ‘That's my sister.’ In a way where it was like a proud parent [of queer kids] — a proud brother.”

And when Orion Pictures president Alana Mayo suggested Marshawn for Mr. G, Seligman says, she realized it might expand the moviegoing audience of Bottoms. “Him believing in these girls and getting to know them and getting to understand them means a lot in the grand scheme of things within the crazy conservative town that they're in.”

Plus, the story’s homophobic characters are obsessed with the high school football team, Seligman points out. “To have a legendary football player like him playing this character that's getting to know this subsection of this town, and see them as real people with valid desires and hormones and feelings — that's pretty cool that Marshawn is representing that kind of straight, male character.”

Sapp-Lynch agrees, and says seeing a movie full of gay characters like Bottoms while coming out in high school “would've helped me make me feel easier, make me feel better about me being who I am.”

“I didn't understand my sexuality in high school, so I actually think it might've freaked me out,” admits Seligman. “It would've excited me. Maybe it would've jumpstarted some things!”

Of co-writing the film with Sennott, she says, “I really just wanted to see my high school self in a stupid comedy.” She recalls a quote from Edebiri: “Being stupid is a political act.”

“Just having queer characters in something so silly and that's not serious feels subversive,” Seligman continues. “I don't think we're trying to prove anything political or have some sort of deeper message or meaning out of the movie. Other than ‘Gay people can be funny, sexy and horny, and that's normal.’ Sometimes just normalizing something is enough.”

“Marshawn in the movie,” she adds, “beyond him being a wonderful actor and improviser and a lovely human being, it is wild that it might be seen by so many more people who wouldn't have otherwise seen it.”

[drakewyne]

drake fam grocery store outing

10 yr old sloane, with little mini cart: *bumping into nancy's*

nancy: ?- sloane. we don't have a dog.

sloane, with cart piled with dog stuff: not Yet.

nancy: sloane. put it back.

sloane: momm-

nancy: because. if you Want to play with a Dog, you can go to granddad's.

sloane: with ace and titus? the geriatrics?

nancy: you can go to uncle Dick's. ( "blüdhaven." ) good point. uncle Jason has a dog.

sloane: uncle jason has Something. that Something is named Liam and his exact species . . . is yet to be determined.

nancy: we're not getting a dog. ( "why?" ) because i get Antsy around them. ( "you mean you're scared of them." ) so why ask if you already know?

sloane: i thought you'd grow out of it, like when kids stop sucking their thumb or picking their nose.

nancy: funny. Go put it back. and go get your cereal- don't come back with Ten Boxes, either- pick Two. *another cart bump*

sloane's friend audrey's dad: oh sh- hey, i am so sorry- nancy!

nancy: daniel! hi.

audrey's dad: you know, we should exchange information.

nancy: huh?

audrey's dad: you know- because i hit your cart, and, you know- ( "oh, right, right, i get it." ) yeah.

nancy: so, how's audrey?

audrey's dad: she- she's Good, i mean, you probably see her more than i do, so- ( *humored huff* "yeah." ) how is she?

nancy: she's good. got a little boyfriend.

audrey's dad: oh i had no idea about you and tim.

nancy: . no, not Me- audrey. has a little boyfriend.

audrey's dad: Oh- right, right, Octavio, he seems like a nice kid.

nancy: sure, nice enough.

audrey's dad: . so-

nancy: well.

audrey's dad: i j- beans. seems you like, uh, Beans, six big bags in there.

nancy: guess i do.

audrey's dad: won't be stopping at Yours for dinner tonight.

nancy: . . cute. well, i should be going-

audrey's dad: sure, sure, uh, well, if you and tim ever-

nancy: what? *cart bump*

sloane and audrey's teacher: nancy! and daniel!

audrey's dad: mr. lynch!

nancy: Mr. Lynch. *dropping head into her hand* Hi.

audrey's dad: hey, you two should swap information.

sloane's teacher, laughing:

nancy, Sighing: roh la la-

audrey's dad: know what i'm saying!

sloane, bumping carts with audrey:

audrey: hi sloane! i didn't know you were out shopping today!

sloane, patting dog food: yeah, needed a few things. waste of time though, lady's got Leverage.

audrey: should we exchange information?

sloane: huh?

audrey: we had an Accident with our Carts. ( "what?" ) like when you're Driving and you get into an Accident and you have to exchange your name and . . .

sloane: should we do What?

audrey: it's a Car Accident joke.

sloane: euhh, i don't get it.

audrey: i- my Dad always says it, i don't know.

mr. lynch: so, uh . . . you like Beans huh?

nancy: yeah. whatever joke you're thinking of, He's already said it.

mr. lynch: really!

nancy: sure- you know, you guys are a Riot, but i really have some shopping to do- *cart bump*

audrey's mom: nancy!

nancy, sighing: jesus f- hi, tiffany, how are you?

audrey's mom: i'm Great- *we're divorced tone of voice* daniel.

audrey's dad: hey tiff.

audrey's mom: i guess we All Shop.

nancy: We Do, and i have to get moving here-

audrey's mom: what on Earth are you planning with all those Beans?

nancy: Eat Them, tiffany, i'm going to eat them.

audrey, sitting against an aisle: hey, sloane, you should know since it's gonna be official, but octavio's gonna be my boyfriend.

sloane, sitting beside her: hm- so then what, are you gonna be his Girlfriend?

audrey: that's the way it works.

sloane: well. i don't trust him.

audrey: sloane- i know octie's a little Strange-

sloane: whoa- wait- *huff* Who?

audrey: i call him octie. ( "What?" ) i call him Octie, it's short for Octavio- i don't know, i just Like him.

sloane: listen, audrey. i just don't wanna see me get hurt, okay?

audrey: . you mean Me?

sloane: yeah. that's what i said. ( "What?" ) i just don't wanna see you get hurt.

their friend logan: hey guys.

sloane: hey logan.

audrey: hi log- logan what Is that?

sloane, laughing: yeah logan, what do you Have?

logan: my coupon book.

sloane: Coupons.

audrey: you have a Coupon Book?

logan: i like to use Coupons, it's a Hobby.

sloane: yeah.

audrey, laughing:

logan: so what, i like to use coupons- most of america does. and my mom says it's a good lesson in Frugality.

sloane: do you know what frugality means? ( "no." ) where's your mom from? ( "st. paul." ) that's a place that would use that word.

audrey's dad, in grocery store intercom: audrey!

audrey's mom: jesus fucking christ, daniel-

audrey's dad: uh, your Mother is also- stop it tiff- listen, i'm ready so-

audrey, sloane, logan: ‼️

audrey's dad: so we can Go, whenever-

store employee: sir!

audrey's dad: i'll just meet you at the front.

audrey: . . guess i should . . . go.

sloane: sorry kid.

sloane, lounging in her room: logan. ( "yeah." ) i'm worried about audrey. this octavio thing-

logan: slow down, bub. it doesn't even matter.

sloane: why?

logan: because i'm gonna marry audrey in the future still.

sloane: woah - h! ( "yeah." ) does she know?

logan: well- of course not, sloane, i'm gonna wait for a good time. at the country club. eighteenth green. reach for the ball in the hole- hey, did someone drop this diamond ring? no? will you marry me?

sloane:

logan: in the future i golf.

sloane: good for you.

[slytherindisaster]

OC VALENTINES CHALLENGE: Day Four – Friends to Lovers

There's a lot of ships in my catalogue that would fit this day's trope, but I decided to go with Jojo and Aisling for this one. Aisling, of course, belongs to @unfortunate-arrow <3

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 | fbawtft character profile

warnings: none really, aside from trauma related to her parents’ childhoods

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Aisling Maeve Lynch

Nicknames: Ash

Name Meanings: Aisling → Irish, “dream ; vision” ; Maeve → Irish, “she who intoxicates” ; Lynch → Irish, “mariner.”

Date of Birth: April 22, 1907

Gender: Female ; she/her

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Irish

Residence: Dublin, Ireland (birth to 21) ; TBD

✧ APPEARANCE ✧

Adult Faceclaim: Hannah Dodd

Child Faceclaim: Shay Rudolph 

Height: 5’6” 

Build: Average 

Hair: Blonde (or brown or auburn…)  that is either pulled back or left down

Eye Color: Blue 

Scarring:

Childhood & Hogwarts: None 

Adulthood: While not a physical scar, Aisling was on the receiving end of a jinx that makes her hair alternate between its natural blonde, brown, and auburn. 

Modifications: (glasses, piercings, tattoos, etc.) Her ears are pierced. 

Other Distinguishing Marks: A small mole by her upper lip

Clothing Style: Sweaters ; blouses ; trousers ; dresses ; denim ; loafers ; collared shirts ; irish fisherman sweaters ; skirts ; the occasional waistcoat ; hats

Accessories: A necklace, wrist watch

What’s in Her Pockets: Her wand ; a compass ; money ; a pocket knife 

What’s in Her Bag: A rosary ; maps ; letters ; money ; lipstick

✧ SPEECH & LANGUAGE ✧

Voiceclaim: Hannah Dodd

Accent: Irish 

Dialect: Dublin English but influenced by her father’s Ulster and her mother’s Connaught dialects 

Languages Spoken: English, bits of Irish Gaelic, French, Spanish, Latin, and Italian 

Languages Understood: English, some Irish Gaelic, French, Spanish, Latin, and Italian

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: ISFP — the adventurer

→ ISFPs are gentle caretakers who live in the present moment and enjoy their surroundings with cheerful, low-key enthusiasm. They are flexible and spontaneous, and like to go with the flow to enjoy what life has to offer. ISFPs are quiet and unassuming, and may be hard to get to know. However, to those who know them well, the ISFP is warm and friendly, eager to share in life's many experiences.

Enneagram Type: 6w7 — the buddy 

→ 6w7 may be better off, socially, than their type 6, or type 6w5 counterparts, as their social nature is likely to make their insecurity better, as they may not constantly be afraid of abandonment. At the same time, the type 7 traits in 6w7 may make them more open to experiences as well, and they might stop feeling quite so afraid that the people in their life will leave them because they will have something else catching their fancy.

Positive Traits: Kind, loyal, intelligent, fair, hardworking, imaginative, passionate, curious, self-confident, courageous, empathetic, warm, considerate

Neutral Traits: Reserved, sensitive to others, independent, observant, practical, quiet

Negative Traits: Stubborn, can be quite competitive, can be a bit oblivious, overthinker, can be indecisive, somewhat conflict-averse 

Common Stressors: Period-typical attitudes ; spiders ; homesickness 

Comforting Things: Her family ; traveling ; books ; sweets ; time to think ; visiting the countryside 

Interests & Hobbies: Reading, hiking, traveling, embroidery, sewing, stamp collecting, listening to music, photography 

Description: Aisling takes after both of her parents in many ways. She has her father’s reserve nature and her mother’s empathetic nature as well as both of their stubbornness. Aisling also has her father’s case of obliviousness, but it’s nowhere near as bad as his was. In addition, she has a case of wanderlust that was at its strongest when she was in her early twenties. Aisling is also used to be underestimated, just like her mother. It does annoy her, but often she uses it to her own advantage, especially when trying to complete her work as an aurologist, although it is a career that is considered appropriate for her. Aisling is an intelligent and warm young woman with a heart of gold.

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Aisling’ wand was made of maple wood with a unicorn tail hair core and is 10 inches with a supple flexibility.

→  Maple wands often chose owners who were travellers and explorers by nature; they were not stay-at-home wands and preferred ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise, their magic grew heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene caused this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grew, with its partner, in ability and status.

Other Magical Abilities: None

Patronus: Deerhound

Patronus Memory: Her family giving her the freedom to travel (with a whole lot of advice and gifts, including a pocket knife from her father)

Boggart: Herself, trapped by the attitudes and behaviors of the time visualized by chains

Riddikulus: The chains are broken after being turned into sweets and it’s the loud crack of a broken hard stick candy 

Amortentia:

Aisling smells like vanilla, strawberries, rose water, and ink.

Aisling smells chocolate, peppermint, peat, wood smoke, and tbd.

Mirror of Erised: Aisling sees herself doing what she wants and this image changes quite a bit.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Hufflepuff

OWL Classes:

Astronomy — Exceeds Expectations 

Charms — Outstanding 

Defense Against the Dark Arts — Outstanding 

Flying — Acceptable

Herbology — Exceeds Expectations 

History of Magic — Acceptable 

Potions — Acceptable 

Transfiguration — Exceeds Expectation

OWL Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures — Outstanding

Divination — Exceeds Expectations

NEWT Classes:

Care of Magical Creatures — Outstanding

Charms — Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts — Exceeds Expectations

Divination — Acceptable 

Transfiguration — Exceeds Expectations 

Extracurriculars: Prefect in her fifth and sixth years ; head girl in her seventh year

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry 

Professions:

Age 18 to 21 - Aurologist apprentice 

Age 21 to 92 - Aurologist, with a lean towards magical creatures

✧ FAMILY ✧

Father: Tadhg Oisín Lynch

Born on March 5, 1874, Tadhg was the second son of Bain and Clodagh Lynch. He had an older twin brother, Cillian. Tadhg had a rather unhappy childhood. His mother died during childbirth and his father was a cruel man who spent most of his time ignoring his sons or pitting them against each other. Bain even kept his sons away from Hogwarts and Tadhg only began attending in his third year, after Bain had died. 

Tadhg was sorted into Gryffindor upon starting Hogwarts in 1887. His Hogwarts years were generally quite uneventful, although he did cause a lot of trouble alongside his friends. He also was known to fight with his twin quite often. But, Tadhg still managed to scrape by quite well and gain a lot of friends.

After graduating, Tadhg began working as a cursebreaker. However, the most impactful moment was a chaotic duel with his family that resulted in Tadhg nearly dying and becoming deaf in his right ear. After that, Tadhg continued with his work and met Niamh in 1901. They became friends quickly and that eventually turned into a romance where Tadhg married Niamh in a small ceremony on December 24, 1904. They would have three children together, Aisling Maeve on April 22, 1907 and twins, Saoirse Adelia and Oscar Theodore on October 10, 1912.

Aisling has a good relationship with her father. He’s always been supportive of her dreams and ambitions and she knows that she can count on him. Aisling loves her father a lot, even if she’s not going to tell him everything that is going on her life. 

Faceclaim: Rob Lowe

Mother: Niamh Brigid Lynch née Kelly

Born on February 9, 1875, Niamh was the second and only surviving child of Donal and Maeve Kelly. She had an older brother, Ronan, but he passed away a few months before Niamh was born. Niamh had a good childhood, as the apple of her parents’ eyes. She learned how to do tasks that were traditionally given to women, but also how to do tasks that were traditionally considered to belong to the realm of men. 

Niamh was sorted into Ravenclaw upon starting at Hogwarts in 1886. Her Hogwarts years were rather uneventful and she was content with that. She made friends, although very few remained forever friends. She became a prefect in her fifth year, beginning her journey to finding her place in fields that were male-dominated.  

After graduating from Hogwarts, Niamh enrolled in auror training and quickly rose to the top of her class. However, she did not do any field work until 1901, doing desk work instead as no one was interested in a female partner. She did gain a partner and that led her to meeting the love of her life, Tadhg Lynch, who she first met when she caught him with his stockinged feet on her desk. A friendship formed quickly, although their romance moved slowly. It ultimately came to head when Niamh approached Tadhg and asked if he was ever going to ask her to dinner. He did the next day and that was the start. She married Tadhg in a small ceremony on the morning of  December 24, 1904. They had three children together: Aisling Maeve on April 22, 1907, and the twins, Saoirse Adelia and Oscar Theodore on October 10, 1912. 

Aisling has a good relationship with her mother. She was the one who encouraged Aisling to find her passion in life and who played a large part in Aisling being able to travel and see the world when she was twenty-one. Aisling loves her mother dearly and is more likely to tell her mother what is going on in her life. 

Faceclaim: Robin Wright

Sister: Saoirse Brigid Lynch

Born on October 10, 1912, Saoirse is the second child of Tadhg and Niamh Lynch, five years younger than Aisling, and a Gryffindor. Aisling has a good relationship with her younger sister, even though they are very different. Saoirse is headstrong where Aisling is soft-spoken. However, they’ve always had a good relationship, although it can become strained at some points. Aisling loves her sister very much, though, and tries her best to make sure that Saoirse can count on her. 

Faceclaim: Abby Ryder Fortson

Brother: Oisín Donal Lynch

Born on October 10, 1912, Oisín is the second child of Tadhg and Niamh Lynch, five years younger than Aisling, and a Ravenclaw. Aisling has a good relationship with her brother. They’re rather similar in personality and get along well. Oisín is closer with Saoirse, but Aisling doesn’t mind. After all, there is a five year age gap. However, Aisling loves her brother very much and is always trying to be there for him. 

Faceclaim: Benjamin Evan Ainsworth

Cousin: Conor Ryan Lynch

Born on March 29, 1900, Conor is the only child of Cillian and Orla Lynch, seven years older than Aisling, and a Hufflepuff. Aisling has a good relationship with her cousin, although she doesn’t see him that often. Conor is quite busy with his own life and is married with a child by the time that Aisling is 18. She doesn’t see him as much as she would like, but she knows that in a bind, she can turn to Conor for help with things that she wouldn’t want to go to her parents with. 

Faceclaim: Colin Ford 

Godmother: Theodosia “Theo” Abbott (@smarti-at-smogwarts)

Pets: 

Childhood: An owl 

Adulthood: A barred owl named Jules

✧ ROMANCE & CHILDREN ✧

Love Interest: Joseph Victor “Jojo” Sapieha (@slytherindisaster)

→ Aisling has known Jojo since she was a child, as her father and his father had a very close, brotherly relationship. Rest of the details are TBD

Daughter: Margaret Brigid “Maggie” Sapieha 

Slytherin | b. November 10, 1935

Aisling generally has a good relationship with her eldest daughter. They definitely have the most difficult relationship, but it’s not that bad. Maggie is just a lot like her father and both of her grandfathers, which can make it a bit difficult for Aisling to find something to connect with her. She loves her daughter very much and is quite proud of her. 

Faceclaim: Juno Temple

Son: Richard Tadhg Sapieha

Gryffindor | Seeker | Prefect | Heterosexual | b. June 20, 1942

Aisling has a good relationship with her only son. Richard is never what anyone expects. He’s the responsible one, but doesn’t look as Aisling cannot help but more how much he looks like his father. They get along quite well, even though Richard is her quietest child. She loves her son very much and is quite proud of him. 

Faceclaim: Harry Collett

Daughter: Audrey Callidora Sapieha

Ravenclaw | b. May 28, 1945

Aisling has a good relationship with her youngest daughter. Audrey is the family’s animal lover and Aisling has had to tell Audrey that she cannot bring that animal into the home. She loves her daughter very much and is quite proud of her. 

Faceclaim: Imogen Clawson

✧ OTHER RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Best Friends: TBD

Close Friends: TBD

Willa Stagg (@kc-and-co)

Friends: TBD

Acquaintances: TBD

It’s Complicated: TBD

Hogwarts Dormmates:

Jocelyn Somerset (@endlessly-cursed)

Willa Stagg (@kc-and-co) 

AVAILABLE 

AVAILABLE 

Rivals: TBD

Enemies: TBD

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland 

Hometown: Dublin, Ireland

Childhood: 

Aisling Maeve Lynch was born on April 22, 1907 as the eldest child of Tadhg and Niamh Lynch, approximately five years after their wedding. She was an only child for five years, as her younger twin siblings, Saoirse and Oisín, were born on October 10, 1912. In addition, she had an older cousin, Conor, who moved in with her family when she was six. He was thirteen.

Aisling had a good childhood. Her parents were kind and fair and supportive. Her father traveled a bit for his work as a cursebreaker, but he always brought something small back with him for Aisling and her siblings. Her mother didn’t travel much, but had a rather dangerous job as an auror. That didn’t affect too much of her childhood, though. In addition, Aisling had a wide network of non-biological families, with her father’s closest friends and one or two of her mother’s friends as well. Altogether, Aisling’s childhood was quite perfect and rather idyllic. 

Hogwarts Years:

Upon starting Hogwarts in 1918, Aisling was sorted into Hufflepuff, making her the second Lynch to join the badgers as her cousin, Conor, had also been a Hufflepuff. Her time at Hogwarts was rather uneventful. Aisling made some good friends, especially connecting with the children of her parents’ friends. In addition, she was made a prefect in her fifth year and was awarded the position of head girl in her seventh year. 

Adulthood:

At the age of 21, Aisling began fulfilling a lifelong dream to see the world. Her wanderlust had been nurtured by the knickknacks that her father had brought back, reading, and just a desire to see the world in general. For five years, she would travel and see things, always coming back home for the Christmas holidays. 

While traveling, Aisling began to run into Jojo Sapieha, a family friend who was working as a cursebreaker. For nearly a year, the two continually found themselves in the same city and they began to reconnect, revealing all sorts of things that they hadn’t expected to say. Aisling soon found herself falling for Jojo and panicked the first time that she realized it. Eventually, Aisling married Jojo, a fact that made their fathers laugh and smile. 

Old Age:

Aisling retired at the age of 92, spending the remainder of her old age surrounded by her family. Her parents had both passed away by that time, but her siblings and other family were still living. She even managed to continue spending time doing a bit of traveling, mostly around Europe. 

Death: 

Aisling passed away at the age of 121. She lived a long and fulfilled life, and left family behind. 

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧ 

Favorite Color: Purple 

Favorite Food: Fresh pasta, which she learned how to make while visiting Italy at the age of 22

Favorite Drink: Butterbeer 

Favorite Weather: Cool and sunny 

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Book: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen 

Favorite Music: Ella Fitzgerald and other 1920s American jazz (as a result of her time in the United States) 

Dislikes: Spiders ; bullies ; broccoli ; wet socks and shoes ; her name being mispronounced ; fish ; being reduced to a housewife or someone only suited to domestic work

Trivia:

Aisling was previously named Róisín.  

Aisling has a very open mind and wants to experience a lot of different things, ranging from food to music. She is also very intrigued by muggle things, even though she grew up with a lot of exposure.

Aisling loves animals and creatures. She’s a bit particular when it comes to pets, though.

Despite her love of traveling, Aisling is rather prone to homesickness. She writes a lot of letters back home to her parents and siblings. 

Important Links:

Aisling’s tag

More information on her siblings, Saoirse and Oisín, and cousin, Conor

More information about her children

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Glee-cap: Episode 4x14--I Do

I'm watching Glee for the first time, and writing recaps of my episode reactions (I'm also watching it a second time through with my sister, and I'll provide those recaps too). Here's my reaction recap for I Do

We start off strong--Finn and Rachel. Together! (Know that I am a Finchel shipper, before we go any farther)

Aaaaaand Rachel giving Finn terrible advice. Please stop.

Also, I do love Finn's 'not everything is about you'. I love Rachel, but she needed to hear that

Yesss Emma!! I love how confident she's gotten. Stressy, but a lot more confident

"I hope it's Britney again." Never change, Brittany, never change

Cory Monteith's facial expressions are perfect. Especially the 'internally screaming' one.

Emma knows exactly how to communicate with Artie. To a vaguely concerning degree.

Marley is so cute, especially with Jake. Her smile is so sweet, and I totally believe they are In Love

Jake is a sweetie too

Ryder is so level-headed, and I love him as well. Also yes, call out Puck dating a sophomore (as much as I like Puck, I don't like that subplot whatsoever)

Shoutout to the ridiculous outfit that looks like the lovechild of Kurt and Mike's fashion sense that Puck is wearing in the flashback

The bro-ship between Ryder and Jake is amazing. Ryder's acting is so bad. The tuxedos are everything

Jake and Marley's musical chemistry is *chef's kiss*

Not gonna lie, that bouquet was gorgeous

Yesss, Mercedes!! I love her!

And Sue is officially hilarious. "What, this old thing? It's an exact replica of your wedding dress."

and we're back with the random cracks about Finn's weight. The dude's insecure, and everyone needs to back off him

Aside from the aforementioned fat-shaming, every word out of Sue's mouth is gold. Not whatsoever helpful for poor Emma, but comedy gold

And Jayma Mays shows off hitherto unsuspected talents with Getting Married Today, as does Amber Riley. I haven't loved any of Emma's songs before this point but goshdarn it, Jayma knocks this out of the park.

Emma's freaking out, meanwhile Sue is just eating, and I love it.

Brad is the organist. Guy cannot catch a break.

Shout out to Becky, the world's most angry looking flower girl. Also shout-out to Kurt's reaction.

The doors open and...SUE. Gosh, I love her sometimes. And the organ crashing to a halt is hilarious.

Will and Sue's faces straight afterwards are delightful

Brittany mouthing that Sue 'looks so good' as she walks down the aisle at someone else's wedding. Never change, Brittany.

Jane Lynch hit comedy out of the ballpark in this episode. Everything Sue does here is hilarious

Finn now has himself in deep trouble

I am, at my heart, a Samcedes shipper, but I can't lie, he and Britts are pretty cute

Marley looks so pretty in that darkish pink.

I am vaguely frustrated that my hunch that Ryder has been having all of Jake's ideas all this time was correct, but I do still appreciate that they're bros, rather than, you know, fighting.

Jake and Ryder: Most Reasonable Dudes in the Glee-verse

Kurt's dance moves always make me laugh. I also love that Blaine looks so intense while he sings, and meanwhile Kurt's shimmying around and making Big facial expressions

Yes, Artie!!! For all his faults, Artie is really good at standing up for himself (no pun intended)

Sam and Brittany are so unhinged together /affectionate

Lots of people find Tina OOC in S4, but ever since The Power Of Madonna she's been given to occasional outbursts where she never gives her outburstee enough context to know what they've done

The comic timing on 'Did you vapo-rape my ex-boyfriend' is so perfect.

Did my eyes deceive me, or was Sam also lining up to catch the bouquet too?

Finn is my favourite character but occasionally he takes this particular tone with Rachel, and I Don't Like It

Whoa, Finn gets poetic and metaphorical. Guess being a teacher did make him smarter

Rachel missing the point is always hilarious.

I love Finn, and I love Finchel, but he's being just a tad presumptuous and condescending here, and I wish he'd express these same sentiments in a different way

Okay, what's with almost every couple heading upstairs. I kind of hoped that Marley would set some boundaries for Jake to respect (I mean, I'm not saying she has to, I'm saying that it would have been nice to see what would actually have happened if Ryder had been right, and how Jake would respond)

And that's how you know that I'm writing this as I watch, because I got what I wanted. Jake is so chill about it, even after getting his hopes up, and I'm glad he's not letting Marley apologise

Ah the glorious love between Brody and Rachel where they're constantly lying and being unfaithful. Love it /heavy sarcasm

Tina's dress is so cute

RYDER! You have been being so great the last few episodes now you ruin it!!

Artie's French accent is so cute

Their final song is really good, even if the dancing makes them all look completely insane

I also appreciate that their final-episode songs are starting to look a lot more low-budget and like real school performances than they used to

It's way too soon for Rachel to actually know if she's pregnant--unless there was supposed to be a timelapse in that song, but okay then.

[clochanam]

I need Aisling's timeline for dummies. Cause I am a dummy who wants to learn more about her ❤️

u are NOT a dummy, ur responsible for every smart choice i've ever made and ever will make in my life, and yet the length of this timeline is horrifying and i can only apologize for that. ily!

here's the aisling jones timeline, from birth to the moment she set foot in new york and met stanley and richard in 2012!

moira spends 500 years trying to gain more power, specifically the power of the soul stone. she meets an irish farmer who recently inherited a magically imbued area of land and properties from his grandfather, unaware of the power that dwells in his acquisitions. moira seduces and marries colin lynch, they have many children, one of whom is aisling jones.

november 29th 1991: aisling is born, moira tries to use a map discovered and developed by lucia (@fortislumen) to bring herself to vormir in time for the birth, but fails, forced to use dark magic to make the deal in the estate, but the soul stone pulls an uno reverse and chooses newborn baby aisling as the hostess, leaving moira without the power she's been searching for the last half a millennium.

november 28th, 1996: aisling's siblings have all taken it on themselves to provide aisling with the love and protection that moira would never dream of giving her kids. moira launches an ambush on the farmhouse where the family has been living. colin dies, the children remain a mystery, but dr. ajay kapoor (a renowned psychologist and new expert in the mystic arts) casts a spell that affects the memories of three of the sisters, aisling being one of them, and siobhan and niamh (@windhcld) being the remaining two. he then sees to it that they find "good" homes to live out their childhoods in. however, aisling is taken by moira and the company, including ajay, to the manor on the estate, which she casts a protective spell over, leading the entire nation to believe that nobody survived.

2010: aisling has spent fourteen years under the company's control. with the use of magic and coercion, they've used her to kill, wound, and control many opponents, leading to their own rise in power. ajay has become a surrogate father to her. she's been in a fling with fiachra for six months, which he's using to sway her loyalties. 2010 is the year that a number of very important things happen. 1) naomi, a member of the company and president of the "fuck fiachra" club, follows him into town and takes photos of him kissing other people. she shows these photos to aisling, and aisling ends things with him "so you can have something real beyond this place". 2) fiachra, who has never had anyone do something for his benefit before, begins to develop feelings. 3) eoin kelly, fiachra's brother, starts a new job as a bus driver.

2011: ajay decides that aisling needs to see the real world. on the condition that she returns every night by 11, he begins to sneak her out of the estate. over the course of the next eighteen months, she meets eoin, they fall in love, they date, and he proposes to her on the beach. ajay is oblivious to this. fiachra is not.

2012: everything that happens transpires over the course of 72 hours. eoin proposes to aisling, aisling accepts, fiachra arrives and incapacitates eoin while forcing aisling to get into the car. moira is waiting at the estate, where she binds aisling to her room and fiachra takes eoin away. ajay, startled by how rapidly things have gone wrong, finds out that moira has decided to use eoin as the sacrifice to cause the soul stone to leave aisling's body, so that moira may take it. if that were to fail, she has also set up runes that would allow her to drain the stone from aisling, should she attempt to use the stone to save eoin's life.

eoin is dragged into the room with aisling, but just before moira can cast a lethal spell, ajay drives a volkswagen polo straight through the wall of the room, temporarily knocking out moira and fighting with fiachra to allow aisling and eoin to escape. the pair of them make it to the cliffs behind the manor, just as moira awakens and uses dark magic again, causing a massive storm to descend over ireland. fiachra, having survived the fight after ajay was incapacitated by moira, follows them to the cliff, and shoots eoin, who manages to use his momentum to topple himself and aisling over the edge of the cliff and into a waiting fishing boat which becomes dislodged, sending them out to sea.

eoin dies after twelve hours, but not before insisting that aisling doesn't save him, because the spell is still in place, and any efforts to use the stone to protect him will only result in moira winning and the world being in mortal danger. he also asks her to go to new york. after he dies, the spell ends. aisling is out at sea for 36 hours, saved by ajay. aisling returns to fight moira, during which time many pieces of footage are recorded. aisling gains the upper-hand and rips apart the fabric of reality, pushing moira out of this dimension and sealing the rip closed. with ajay's help, she seals the rip, and moves the site to the manor, containing it in the basement.

around this time, aisling discovers she's pregnant. ajay supports her during the pregnancy, but after the baby is born, the trauma of losing eoin, the grief, and the protection from the soul stone, in addition to the memory erasure spell that ajay conducted on her to prevent her from remembering the night of the fire, all collide and cause her to forget who the baby is. ajay doesn't tell her the truth, believing that baby brea (also written by @windhcld) would be safer and better off with a better family. travelling back in time a few years, he brings baby brea to a middle-aged couple in manhattan, stanley and richard, who take in brea as their own. when ajay returns to the manor in 2012 to collect his things, however, he's confronted by the spirit of eoin, who, enraged by his betrayal, uses ancient magic to bind ajay to the estate, and then convinces aisling to move to manhattan, where she meets richard, stanley, and a three year old brea.

[unganseylike]

all of my ideal epilogue notes combined, feel free to add

the guest list:

•the gray man is there

•roger malory is there

•declan knows no one

•actually he knows all 3 ashleys that were invited by ronan.

interpersonal conflicts:

•henry and bluesey are having the most awkward time post breakup

•henry and declan were divorced but a month ago

•gansey is deeply confused how ronan managed to get sexier alive versions of his parents at the wedding, but is too polite to bring it up

other notes

•during the adam/ronan wedding, gansey walks adam down the aisle but kisses him when they reach the altar and ronans like man what the hell

• alternatively, the epilogue is not about a wedding. it takes place at the little church in henrietta where the lynch brothers came together every sunday, even when they couldnt bare to look each other in the eyes.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Nahh it’s fine no need for me to request again ♥️🩷♥️🩷 I would like wedding version of Julius, Killian with male Joseph s/o. This gonna be fancy, I love them 😁

Omg a wedding!!!

I love writing for weddings and children you have no idea

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Julius the dressmaker

Julius always cries at weddings

And its no different at his wedding

Hed be oh so excited to plan everything with you!

The venue, the outfits, the decor, everything!

All that boring planning stuff aside, lets talk about the actual ceremony

He was sobbing the entire time he was waiting for you to walk down the aisle, and he almost lost it when it was actually time

You were just so handsome in your fancy attire, it got him emotional!

When it is time to say your vows, he gives you a heartfelt speech he's been preparing for months, detailing his immense love for you and everything you are

And your first kiss as a married couple is definetly your most passionate, him taking you and holding you as tight as he can while your small audience of family and friends clap

The festivities are wonderful, many games are played, many yummy foods are eaten and wonderful music is enjoyed

But by far his favorite part is your first dance with each other

It was just so romantic, the two of you in each others arms, dancing to your favorite love song, whispering in each other's ears how much you love each other

After the party was over, you spend some alone time at the venue, before leaving to go get ready for your honeymoon

Two week trip to paris, anyone?

Killian Lynch

He's a nervous wreck for the entire planning period

He wants everything to be perfect for your special day together!

But once it is time for the actual day, almost all the nervousness fades away and is instead replaced with happiness

When he sees you walk down the aisle, he smiles so proudly at you, blowing you a kiss as you walk

Your first kiss as a married couple is slightly suggestive, with him dipping you and borderline making out with you, but he could care less

Thats his husband now!! If he wants to make out with his husband, then god dammit, he's gonna do it!

There aren't as many games at Killian's wedding, mostly just feasting

And boy was it a feast

His favorite part of the wedding was when you cut your first slice and fed each other your cake

Something about it was just so intimate to him

After the party, he is almost blackout drunk so you'll have to wait til tomorrow to get ready for your honeymoon