#and when they inevitably delete bc they always seem to fuck up eventually

[monsterkissed]

honestly i might be a cynical suspicious bastard but i get iffy feelings ab some people and if i see them getting reblogged en masse by ter’fs that’s about enough for me to decide that yeah, there probably was a reason their posts left me feeling : /

[milf-harrington]

zukka but tiktok?? idk what to call this

i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for days so i’m getting it out now

- Zuko and Katara are belly dancers who work with fan veils bc i wanted to incorporate their ending somehow and also i think fan veils are so pretty

- it took them a long time to actually become friends, but now they’re fiercely protective of each other

- Katara posts ‘get ready with me’ videos along with dance tutorials on tiktok and she eventually manages to convince Zuko to just download tiktok already so he can watch them

- he does bc Katara is very insistent, but he makes a whole speech about how he’ll probably never use it and just end up deleting it when his phone runs out of space (it’s a fucking lie, he’s addicted by the end of the week)

- after a particularly awful dinner with his father, he’s curled up in bed scrolling through his ‘for you page’ when he stumbles upon one of Sokka’s videos

- Sokka’s one of those gorgeous people who post those positivity videos with the pretty filters and the aesthetic music in the background and Zuko cries when he realises that’s the first time someone’s ever said they’re proud of him

- this turns into an odd pattern, where Sokka’s videos always seem to make their way to Zuko’s fyp whenever he needs them

- then, of course, the inevitable happens: Zuko accidentally lets something slip out at dinner and Ozai shoves his face into the stove

- he doesn’t get back to his dance classes for a few weeks and when he does, he intends to quit bc he can’t dance now that he’s half deaf and blind but when he’s waiting for class to start, he meets this younger dancer named Toph

- he leaves the conversation with a sore arm and some of the bitterness in his chest is gone and he thinks that maybe he can do this

- eventually, with some help from Toph and Katara, he manages to find his rhythm again and Katara bullies him into being in one of her tiktoks bc she needs a partner for the dance

- the reaction he gets leads to him posting his own dance tiktoks much to Katara’s delight

- he still watches Sokka’s videos bc they’ve become a comfort for him and he’s lowkey got a crush on the blue eyed boy

- one day he’s just walking through the door into his dance class and Katara’s pointing her phone at him so he flips her off on instinct and just goes with it when she waves and tells him to say hi (that night he finds out that Katara had filmed the exchange in response to a comment that said “OKAY BUT WHO WAS THE CUTIE AT THE END??” and Zuko is utterly surprised to find the comment was left by Sokka)

- Zuko ends up mixing in tea videos with his dance videos bc he wants more people to appreciate his uncles passions

- Zuko also finds out that Sokka is Katara’s brother which made him choke on his coffee when she mentioned it, and then she laughed at him

- it takes them a surprisingly long time to meet and when they do they kinda just click

- and then Sokka starts posting cute videos of his boyfriend among all of his other positivity videos and it’s so soft and sweet

- and Zuko’s still Zuko so he’s less obvious about everything but occasionally you’ll see him smile all dopey at someone off screen while he’s dancing

[endless-whump]

S/O: There wasn’t always somewhere to call home

Tw: conditioning, references to self harm as a result of panic, blatant victim blaming, blatant discussion of noncon in a derogatory way, box boy universe, intentional triggering of trauma survivor, asshole basically saying Oliver should put himself out of his misery,

I kinda don’t like how this turned out but *shrug* I figured I’d rather just post it than fret over it and then delete it lmaoo anyways here’s a lil piece bc I’m teaching myself that writing small things is ok

Masterlist

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“Turn it off, Alex. Now.”

“Why?”

The rescue barely looked up from his book, sitting cross legged on his bed

“You know why, you’re seriously trying to provoke a panic attack out of a fellow rescue? Turn it off.”

The music was soft, the sound of violin and piano humming through the speaker. It would be beautiful if Simon wasn’t furious, fists clenched as he faced down the smug rescue sitting on his bed.

“You think I care about your romantic’s music preferences? Fuck off, Simon.”

The sound was excruciating, even to Simon. He could almost hear the cries, the screams, the noises he wanted nothing more than to block from his memory. All with that god awful music playing to muffle it.

“This is serious, Alex. He-“

“What,” the other rescue interrupted. “Did they play it while your romantic got fucked? Does the poor little guy get all needy when he hears it?” Alex jeered. “I’m surprised you don’t take advantage of that, Simon.”

Simon seethed, taking a threatening step foreword, jaw set with rage in his eyes.

“No, he gets scared and panicked and he’s hiding under our bed and he’s hurting himself!” Simon snapped, advancing. The other rescue leaned back warily, swallowing, a mean look crossing his face.

“Well good,” He sneered, reaching a hand behind him to dial the volume louder. “Maybe he’ll finally put himself out of his misery, that or go running back to Mister Cedric, isn’t that who he cries for in the middle of the goddamn night?”

“You little shit-“

Simon grabbed him by the collar, slamming him hard into the wall. Nobody hurts Oliver like that, nobody hurts the person he cared about, nobody-

“Nobody hurts the merchandise, trainee. Nobody except for me. You protect it with your life, understood?”

Simon reeled with the memory, the words echoing in his head in that sickeningly sweet voice. He let go of Alex and stumbled back, feeling like he’d been punched, air seeming impossible to pull into his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, could barely think as he stumbled out of the room without another word, the haunting symphony of violins following him all the way back to his and Oliver’s bedroom.

Simon had to pack their bags that night, the two only having enough possessions to fit in a backpack for each. They had a zero tolerance policy for fighting, at that house. It caused too many risks.

He had to practically manhandle Oliver out from underneath the bed, trying to be as gentle as he could. Oliver didn’t ask for an explanation, he’d heard the yelling.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened.

There wasn’t always a place to call home, for the two runaways. It took them a long time to find anywhere that actually wanted them, that didn’t turn away to hide relief when they inevitably packed their bags. It took a long time for Simon to find a place he didn’t have to defend Oliver all the time from the very people claiming to help them. A place where they didn’t need to keep their bags packed.

There wasn’t always a place for them to call home, but they’d find it eventually

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[apocvlypsed]

( snoop dogg vc ) greetings loved ones, let’s take a journey! 

it’s linc comin’ atchu with my third, the one & only, the precious, the marshmellow cute fellow, casey bouchard !  below you shall find a brief backstory, an array of headcanons, & some general suggestions for all ur plotting needs .

tyler young — oh, have you met casey bouchard? he is a nineteen year old cis male that is feeling apprehensive about the planet’s imminent doom. a film student, this virgo is known around town as the raconteur, because he is introspective & altruistic, as well as escapist & frangible. hopefully, case will survive.

overview/backstory blurb thing :

he’s the son of hawley’s mayor, it’s casual?? he’s v supportive of both his mothers, but like... also really doesn’t enjoy small town living? he’s a city boi so... having his mother literally up and move them to this middle-of-nowhere place in pennsylvania for love... he supported it out of necessity but? would much rather be back in nyc with his boyz?

ya boy’s originally from brooklyn, nyc born and raised! his father was kinda... never in the picture? ( translation: as soon as raising an infant got difficult, he peaced tf out and refuses to pay child support. mainly bc like... he disappeared. yup. nice guy. )  anyway! in response to this, his mother joined an online support group for single mothers -- just a chatroom where they could all kind of talk and relate to one another about the aches & pains of raising children on their own? well. on this forum, sharon friedman happened to receive a direct message from anna bouchard, and so it all began...

after years of talking with anna on the phone and over skype, casey was finally like, “ma, you gotta just meet her.” so when he was 15, he practically forced his mom to rent a car and they made a road trip out to hawley, pa to meet this woman that had so clearly captured his mother’s heart. he was like: yes ok, good !!  good! because casey believes in love and fate and red strings. what he wasn’t really counting on was... staying... in hawley... sharon couldn’t bring herself to leave hawley after their visit. casey couldn’t bring himself to deny his mother a chance at love and happiness after being so alone. who was he to say no to that? so he wasn’t the asshole he could have been -- he could have thrown a fit about their home, his school, his bae, his life back in nyc. but instead, he suggested that they move there, filled out the transfer papers for hawley high himself. and so he entered a new world as a sophomore, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the newfound quiet, slowness. he dealt. joined the photography club, became chief photographer and editor for the yearbook. to everyone else, he was thriving. and like... yes ok, maybe he was, but there was this part of him that still... longed for new york. the place that held his heart.

in his junior year of high school, anna announced her campaign for mayor !!  so naturally, casey was RIGHT THERE supporting the love of his mother’s life. printing flyers, handing out cute buttons and cupcakes at school. bc he loves his mother and his mother loves anna, so it just... made sense. but he... at this point he really missed the city; he was looking at nyu and columbia as options for post-secondary school. that is, until anna won the election and moved on from board of education to freakin’ mayor !

but what no one told him was how being the mayor’s son would affect him. when anna and his mother married, he kindly chose to keep his mother’s surname, friedman. but with a mayor in the family? it would seem suspicious to have a child with a mismatched surname. anna’s pr people basically coerced him into taking on her surname, bouchard. and y’know, it was the right thing to do. but it felt a lot like a sell-out.

being the mayor’s son also meant being in photos instead of taking them. which was..... not his forte? still isn’t. he’ll go through it for his mom, but casey thrives behind the scenes. he enjoys letting other people shine, paying witness to that.

he’s a film student now! studying in hawley because.... he couldn’t bring himself to abandon his mother, or to even approach her with pamphlets of city schools. she was so happy here, and he knew that giving her a reason to think he wasn’t... it would make her feel guilty. so ( another sell-out! ) he agreed to go to community college here. in his free time, he makes short films much like what mikey murphy makes on youtube . they’re never longer than 10 minutes -- they don’t have to be. they’re poignant. true. he’s got a way with the camera, a way with voiceovers and words and angles. all the fluff and frills aren’t necessary.

alright so... here’s the kicker. casey is a truthful person. he wears his heart on his sleeve. but lately he’s been made aware of some... i n f o r m a t i o n ... that could ruin the entire town and their relationship to their mayor, and his family. here’s the rundown:

he’s not a snoop. nope. but being the son of the mayor’s wife the mayor’s son involves helping out every so often. fielding, phone calls, organizing files, pr meetings... deleting emails.

so he stumbled upon an email thread detailing arrangements and transfers of large funds. for a bunker. for food. blankets. supplies. underground. using taxpayer money.

in a panic, he forwarded the emails to his personal email before deleting them off of anna’s computer.

why did he save them? why... why does he need them? because... they’re safe with him? or maybe they’re collateral? not that he.... he doesn’t need collateral, right? because the bunker helps him. ensures his survival, too. but here he is... carrying around this lethal information, not knowing what to do about it. wanting to tell those he’s close to, but he can’t because his mother loves anna and if he hurts anna, he hurts her, and himself. it’s... a predicament.

an array of headcanons! :

raisinets are casey’s weakness. if you wanna win him over, grab him a box. he will fall in love.

demisexual as fuck !!!  not the hookup type, but... let’s just say, it has happened before. takes a lot of alcohol. but he’s been there.

he adores old films. he SPRINTS to the little local theater when they have special features of anything vintage and cheesy. or even films like “back to the future” or “breakfast at tiffany’s”. he buys like 12 boxes of candy every time because he’s hella indecisive, swears he’ll decide when he sits down and then just... makes no decision and eats all of them. he unironically replaces his soda straw with a twizzler because.... it just Makes Sense, ok?

he’s got this wide-eyed attitude about the world. no way, you found half-priced avocados at rite aid? just... genuinely in this world because he adores it. the little things give him this breathless sense of joy. “i found a penny in the parking lot today!” he’ll chirp with pride to a room full of other film students that don’t give a shit. because... the unexpected tiny treasures are what make hawley worth staying. if he didn’t have those, he would have run back to nyc years ago.

casey wants so badly to believe there’s something greater about life. that it’s not some fragile wilting leaf to be tossed to the wind. he wants to fight for something and his way of doing that is easy smiles and a soft gaze.

he smells like cinnamon spice, vanilla, with subtle hints of amber, musk, and cedar. just like... how you might imagine a cool autumn day, with a gentle breeze. that’s really his disposition, too. that soft gust of wind that caresses your skin, ruffles your hair, makes you close your eyes and breathe in deeper.

he has a brooklyn accent and idk that’s just really important to me.

“one day” by kodaline is a Mood.

his personality/presence is a lot like “my favourite story” by jack in water? just... so lovely and quiet and soft.

he listens to vinyl bc his moms got him a player for hanukkah one year (lol they’re kinda in a great financial situation now that anna’s providing). so he’ll just lie down and stare at the ceiling and listen to the temptations and the beatles and belle & sebastien, lightly tapping his toes together, circling his feet. the simple things.

he gets quiet when he gets angry. as in, if you yell at him, he will lower his voice to a whisper so you have no choice but to lower yours and listen. he learned that from his mother and the countless arguments she got in with their landlord in brooklyn. it’s kind of a power move.

really allergic to cats and dogs! he gets the sniffles! but does he still always say hi and seek them out?? yes!!

he kind of... he kind of wants to make a film to put in the time capsule. he’s working on it, slowly. a film of hawley. of life before the asteroid. he’s absolutely the type to break out his camera or phone and film his friends without asking. highly sentimental. all the zooms, all the laughs and smiles and eye rolls before they inevitably cover the lens with their hands. he finds beauty in everything. or, rather, everything has the capacity to be beautiful, with some investment in time/angles. he films all those tiny moments, those pointless little dinner dates or hikes in the woods because... if he films his friends, if he films these moments... then they’ll never really die. they’ll exist on an sd card, or icloud, or... somewhere. and then his friends won’t die. his family won’t die. they’ll be there, immortalized on film. so film is... his craft. his passion. but also his way of avoiding the future, evading the bleak limitations of human existence. it’s his way of grappling with the asteroid, denying that big rock any of its power. because casey... he’s got a camera and he’s got time, and no boulder careening toward the planet can rip that away from him. ( it’s flawed logic. he knows. but it’s something. )

connection ideas :

step-brother/sister: they’re anna (the mayor)’s biological child. and i will probably send a wc in for this eventually, but basically they’re the second half of the reason why anna and sharon even met. i imagine things are kinda... interesting... between them and casey? being thrust into a new family, and now a family in the limelight... it’s complicated. they’re probably like, 20-24, a bit older.

friends: people from high school, people from college, etc. casey loves them dearly.

art squad: alright he... just really needs people to cry over great films with, honestly.

love interest: uhm he is so gentle and just... think about the gentle hand touches and linking of pinkies as they stand in the snack line at the theater and just... making fools of themselves ice skating & doing dumb shit? pls?

someone he wrongfully trusted:  aight... this is some angst, y’all. someone who literally crushed him, or... spread a rumor, or something. just completely violated his trust. because casey does not know how to deal with that shit. he’s the type to smile sadly and talk to them, ignoring how his eyes are misting over a bit. “hey, how are you? oh yeah, i’m... good. good, really. you mentioned a while ago you were gonna be doing ___, how’s that?” and he’ll... keep himself in that conversation for as long as they’ll talk. because like... if he angles his perspective just right, he can almost blur out the tension and pretend it’s back to how things used to be.

brotp: okay i need it. taking polaroids and penning dates on them, getting giggly drunk on champagne and watching cheesy rom-coms. just... being dorks. pls & thanks

pictures of you: hear me out. someone who’s been in the background of his life. appears in photos for the hs yearbook, maybe shows up in his films he shoots around town. they’ve never really spoken but casey wants to. it’s just... the whole... introductions thing. “hey, you’re in a lot of my art! accidentally! what’s up?” doesn’t really fly.

people from nyc: idk if your muse was ever in nyc for an extended period of time let’s just.. let’s discuss ;)

neighbor(s): so since the bouchards are quite well off, casey’s got his own ~ luxury apartment ~ to himself, oo la la. but i imagine it’s part of a larger apartment complex, etc.

grocery store buds: “hello, how are you, wanna try to find ripe avocados with me?” becomes a saturday routine. they wait for their deli meat together too. so cute. #truelove. ya never know.

exes: i imagine casey wouldn’t have many of these, since he does have this really romanticized idea of love and carries with him high, virgo standards. but... these would’ve been special connections. and he probably mourns them a lot.

literally anything ever i love plots and we know this