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[pseudolife-archived4]

"We should go skinny dipping."

@havvkinsqueen ; BIRDIE for MY QUEEN starter call [ accepting ]

[pseudolife-archived3]

Ten at night, and maybe Birdie shouldn't have had that last drink. She's not drunk, but she is tipsy enough to make her walk home a little more tedious. Dizzy enough that she's dropping into a bus stop shelter for a little bit of a breather. Cheeks flushed pink as she leans into the plexiglass wall and lazily pulls out her phone to check for a few texts.

Nothing from Frank, so nothing at all. Go figure. Birdie's nose wrinkles as she thinks of her Frank, his annoyance over her extended trip, and the almost silent treatment that followed. Sure, he looked at her check-in texts, read every single update she gave, but the silence was getting worrisome, and soon she knew she was going to have to call him and beg for forgiveness. Or something. And as much as Birdie loves Frank - she's not looking forward to his clipped responses and eventual question of 'when are you coming home?'

"He'll get over it. He loves me." She decides to herself, in a voice that's perhaps too loud. Phone clattering to the pavement as she tries to stuff it back into her pocket. "Ah, crud."

@nezemny ; BIRB for GHOST

[pseudolife-archived2]

"Do you think you'll get married?" Birdie's voice is dreamy, soft. Her gaze firmly on the figure of both their attentions - Eddie Munson, shirtless and struggling to put the canoes away. For her part, the brunette doesn't look like she's ogling as much as she just watching, a little fascinated with how he'd brushed them off to do it himself and yet - was still struggling.

@havvkinsqueen ; BIRDIE for CHRISSY with spicy sweaty boy tv starter call ; accepting

[pseudolife-archived1]

Birdie’s night time life is - complicated. Ruled by both her fear of the dark, and a newfound fear of a full moon, it’s obvious that she doesn’t venture out often, if at all - except for when she’s not alone. Which she’s definitely not then. Flanked by one Freyja Lysimachia on one side, and one Eddie Munson on the other, Birdie was anything but alone. She was comfortable, a little stoned, and wrapped up in a sweater they definitely wasn’t her own (nor, for the record, did it belong to either of them.) Looking innocent, and sweet, and not at all capable of the next words to leave her mouth, the ones she exclaims with a certain amount of excitement as she catches sight of the lake through the woods.

“Oh? Are we going skinny dipping?” At her side, Eddie trips and Birdie pretends not to notice. Smiling, sweetly, instead at her female companion. “Is that okay?”

@verbalissm​​  ;​  BIRDIE & EDDIE & FREYJA  (s.c.)

[pumpkinsy0]

curtis sisters hcs?? like how they interact with each other and just general stuff?? pretty please🙏 🙏

of course!!!!

•bc darcy more so forced into femininity while sodas just naturally rlly feminine, i like to think that soda likes trying to help darcy feel comfortable in it as much as she can

•soda loves braiding ponys hair, thats both of their therapy

•soda likes playing w makeup w pony, pony only tolerates it to make soda happy

•darcys always instilled independence in soda and pony, she wants them to b able to take care of themselves and not need to rely on someone else

•just like how the curtis bros have their own pet names, so do the curtis sisters, they use names like sugar, pumpkin, sunshine, and a few others, not to say the curtis bros dont use these but its def to a lesser amount compared to the sisters

•i think soda would get hit on way more which means that her boundaries r broken rather quickly as she treated like more of an object and guys get a bit weird. she complains about it when she gets home and darcy and pony hate hearing about those experiences

•let them do their nails together,,,,,please,,,,

•can we say theyd all b a lil gay for marilyn monroe and would talk about her like they were talking about boys

•sodas hair is the longest, then ponys, then darcy

•they would b able to kiss each other way more (not in that way🙄🙄, like in public on the cheek or forehead)

•darcy and soda have necklaces their mom gave them for their 16th bday and bc she yknow, died before pony was 16, darcy and soda pitched in to get pony a necklace too

•they also have matching earrings!!

[justa-sadjellyfish]

An intro post!!! (Finally)

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hello!! you can call me jellyfish, jelly, anything along those lines I am fine with. :3

I’ve never really done anything like this so apologies if this is a bit random/all over the place.

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Identity stuff!! Idk

Pronouns!!: He/they, HOWEVER, if you are one of my moots who knows me irl, please please PLEASE refer to me as she/her when you are with me in person, as I am still working things out involving friends and family who may not be supportive.

Diff names you can call me by!: Jellyfish, Jelly, or Noa are all fine :3

I am a MINOR!!! 18+ can interact, but do not be weird or anything like that.

Some other stuff about me :3

★ Bisexual !! ★ American (German, French, and Swedish heritage)

★ I LOVE MY PARTNER @goobiegoo3000

★ Aries ♈️

★ devotee of Wiggly!! 🐙💣💵

★ Child of Aphrodite

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★ Starkid musicals!! (Main ones are anything Hatchetfield, Holy Musical B@man!, and Trail To Oregon

★ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!! (Every version EXCEPT Tom and Jerry wwatcf)

★ Little Shop of Horrors !!

★ Smosh !! ★ Ride the Cyclone !!

THE NUMBER 1 FAN OF SWEET TOOTH AND LINDA MONROE 🙌🙌

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Do Not Interact!!! ⚠️⚠️

★ Misogynists/sexists

★ Racists

★ homophobes

★transphobes/ anybody who has ANY issue with anybody’s identities whatsoever

★ Pr0shippers

And basically anything along those lines.

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Tags I may use!!

#jellyfish and moots 🔥- posts involving my mutuals :D

#jellyfish reblogs- posts I reblog/posts that are not mine

#jellyfish answers- I answer inbox questions!

#jellyfish doodles- I occasionally do some fanart or js art in general and this is the tag for that :3

There are many more tags I have but I don’t exactly feel like including them right now, but they are pretty easy to find on my blog :D

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Thanks for reading!!

(Also, if you’re interested, I run a catcf confession blog!!! @the-catcf-confession-blog-ever :3)

[pseudolife-archived4]

He's doing - mechanic things under her truck. Old Blazer propped up on sturdy jacks, her tires laid down carefully near them, nearly the whole of him tucked under her as he swears and fights with rusty bits and bolts and things Birdie had warned him about ahead of time, but he'd insisted and ignored her about. The steady decline of her brakes despite the pads being new enough of a concern for Connor that he'd brushed off her offer to wait one more day to take it in and gotten to work almost immediately. Date night set aside in favor of him working, and her sitting in her parents' driveway just - supervising.

Birdie can't find it in her to be mad. Connor's concern warms her head-to-toe. A fresh balm over the still healing wounds to her throat from their - incident in the woods.

"Do you want a drink? I've got lemonade in the fridge, and water. Or I could... help?" She's already proven she's not afraid to get dirty, even if her outfit is nice for once. A soft, white shirt and short green skirt, the pattern on it floral and hand embroidered by herself. The green matches the healing shade of the bruise on her throat from where he'd grabbed her - purposefully. "Do you want a towel?"

@pseudodead ; birb for ghost boy

[pseudolife-archived3]

@nezemny ; SIMON for BIRBS

“Once you see death up close, then you know what the value of life really is.”

They're too old for that kind of youthful idealization and romanticization of death that teenagers carry - so she knows he's trying to scare her away. Everything about him is trying to push people away, from his attire to his mask, the dark paint around his eyes, and the way he speaks. He is frightening, a brute of a man in appearance with dark eyes and a darker gaze and - (un)fortunately for him, she's not so easily frightened, not so easily turned away...

Not so easily fooled.

So, he breathes words of death, of life, and she hums in quiet agreement. Smiles this soft little thing and wraps her hands around her drink. "You do," She agrees calmly, quietly. Green eyes bright and focused on him despite how much he was trying to push. "There's nothing wrong with seeing death, with knowing it. All things die, sir, and that's inevitable. But we all live too, and knowing the value of life? It's important, a reminder that you shouldn't waste any of it."

[pseudolife-archived2]

Laying down, with her head hanging off the bed, Birdie is a... sight. All mused curls and big green eyes, and a too-lose shirt that was partially covering her mouth. (It doesn't belong to her, the shirt, and it's obvious by the way it hangs.) "Your window isn't that hard to sneak out of, I think we should just go for it. A lil midnight skinny dipping never hurt anyone."

@havvkinsqueen ; BIRDIE for CHRISSY starter call

[pseudolife-archived2]

Chrissy's answer, and it's lack of hesitation, has the brunette laughing perhaps a little too loud. The whole of her seemingly collapsing into the grass as she giggles and shakes her head - and then blinks at the question, at the mention of Frank and his, uh, third leg. "Should I be?" Curious, she pins the cheerleader down with big green eyes, a wholesome sort of innocence about her despite the subject. "I don't think Frank would like it if I was speculating about his penis." Although, it wasn't like the man was very private about it - or at least using it with other girls. "I was just thinking about turtles, though. How they scrunch their little heads up in their necks and shells."

*/ @pseudolife left a note;

"Do uncircumcised penises look like turtle heads?" Birdie, with the killer unfiltered thought, spoken in a dreamy sort of tone like she's been thinking about this for a while.

---☁︎｡⋆｡ No hesitation, taking Birdie's question in stride, Chrissy gave a firm nod. "Yes." It's a thought that she had before, herself so it was a little funny that she wasn't the only one who had that thought. If she had to pinpoint an exact type of turtle, ironically, a snapping turtle. "What brought this up? You thinking of, uhm, Frank or something?" she questioned, playfully narrowing her eyes towards her friend. Though, as soon as the voiced thought left her mouth Chrissy realised she didn't really want to know. Talking about Frank's dick really might not have been the best conversation topic, especially since the question would undoubtedly be turned on her. But here they were. She had jumped in head first.

[pseudolife-archived1]

"If you’re looking for a book to read, Johnny Got His Gun might be a good one for you. It’ll catch you a few points too with your teachers.” She’s been watching him for a hot minute, watching as he plotted - something in a binder and some notebooks. She can only assume it’s school work, it looks like school work. “The library’s only copy of The Silmarillion has gone missing again, otherwise I would suggest that, seeing as how...” He gaze catches on the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons screen. “You like - fantasy.”

@vitaegratis  ;  BIRDIE for EDDIE   /  s.c.

[allysr00m]

ABOUT ME!

My name's Alexis, I'm from the uk, I'm nonbinary (they/them pronouns), bisexual and autistic (I also suspect I have adhd, ocd and either bpd or cptsd, looking into getting diagnoses, inalso have anxiety and depression).

I have a childhood of emotional abuse and have been retraumatised several times, and have no contact with any of my living family cos they are too toxic (both my parents are dead).

I am an agsty sad girl/e.girl (I use those terms despite being nonbinary), and a singer/songwriter, my music is Alt-pop/Indie pop/electropop/dark pop/hyperpop with 90s and 2000s influences, (elements of diva' pop from the 90s and early 2000s, 90s R&B, 90s House, late 90s and early 2000s teen/bubblegum pop, disco, euroodance, UK garage, trance, trip hop, 90s alternative rock, show tunes, pop-Punk, emo and ofc modern hyperpop and dark pop) I also work with disables students.

I LOVE our flag means Death, Steven Universe, The Simpsons, Crazy Ex Girlfriend, Fleabag, Derry Girls and I'm also a theatre kid. My celebrity crushes are Taika Waititi (my favorite), Tom Ellis, Ramin Karimloo, Jeremy Brett, Rege-Jean Page, Chloe Sevigny, Paula Patton, Selena Gonez, Leona Lewis and Alicia Keys, and some others I might have missed, my favorite book is Rebecca by Daphne Du Murier and also love Jaqueline Wilson books.

My aesthetic is a combination of vintage 1920s flapper/art deco, 90s grunge and y2k, e.girl, lofi, vapourwave, nightcore, vintage film stars (esp Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn), emo, masquerade ball, and pastel goth.

I am a feminist, pro-choice, pro-blm, pro 🇵🇸, trans rights are human rights!

Oh and I love cats too, and dogs, bunnies, raccoons, and all cute fluffy animals!

Also PLEASE DONT FOLLOW ME OR INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR IF YOU FOLLOW ME AND I FIND PUT YOU ARE UNDER 18 I WILL BLOCK YOU.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 7

Quill

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

The next morning, Lorelei was on cloud nine. Whatever she was expecting to happen last night, was not what had actually happened. Sean Renard was her soulmate. The man she had been crushing on for months was hers, her soulmate. And he was as happy about it as she was. The pair had decided to keep it between them for the time being, giving them a chance to navigate their changing relationship in privacy.

Nick woke her up, asking Lorelei to meet with him and Hank for breakfast so they could answer any questions he may have.

“So, how many of these, what do you call them, are there?” Hank asked.

“Wesen. They call themselves wesen.” Nick replied. “I don’t know how many there are. And I’ve seen maybe two dozen, and I’ve read about a whole lot more.”

“What do you mean you read about them? You buy a book about this?”

“No.” Lorelei told him. “Books on wesen are not so easily acquired.”

Nick nodded. “Look, when our Aunt Marie came to town, she brought a bunch of stuff with her. And we sort of inherited it. Our ancestors have apparently been handing this stuff down for centuries.”

“And now you see them all the time?”

“Only when they’re upset, pissed off, you know emotional in some way.”

“Do they all know your one of these Grimms?”

“No. I think that they can sense it, when I recognise them, but I don’t know for sure. Our ancestor never wrote that down.”

“They were too busy chopping off heads.” Lorelei added.

Hank leant forward a little more. “Now, am I gonna be seeing them all the time, now too?” he asked, looking a little freaked out.

“I don’t think so.” Nick told him.  “But you never know, you just have to be ready.” Nick sighed. “You know, if you didn’t have a Grimm for a partner, I doubt you would have seen anything. But believe me, they’re out there.”

“But Hank, you’ve got remember that like regular people you have your bad wesen and your good wesen.” Lorelei told him. “Most are just trying to live their lives, same as us. Going to work, meeting their soulmates, having families, you know.”

Hank nodded, although he was still looking…wary. At that moment, both Nick and Hank’s phones rang.

“Duty calls.” Hank commented.

“Constantly.” Nick agreed.

They bid Lorelei goodbye and left, while she took the time to finish her coffee. As she was doing so, she received a call from Monroe.

“Hey!”

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Not too bad. Just had coffee with Nick and Hank. I’m not sure if Nick told you, but Hank is now officially in the know.”

“Oh, wow, really. Ok. Cool, cool, cool, cool.”

Lorelei frowned. Monroe seemed a little off. “What’s up?”

There was a pause. “I was wondering if you had time to make up some of your brownies. And drop them off to me later.”

Lorelei nodded. “Uh, yeah. I can do that. Special occasion?”

Monroe laughed nervously. “Uh, well, I hope so. They’re for Rosalee. I know she loves them. I’m actually planning on asking her to join me for a picnic. You know, as a date.”

Lorelei did a little happy dance. Finally. “Then I will make the best goddamn brownies ever. Did you want me to make anything else?”

 Later that evening she headed over to Monroe’s, brownies and even some chocolate chip cookies, in some Tupperware containers. “Thanks for this. I really appreciate it.” He said, as Lorelei handed over the baked goods.

“For you and Rosalee, anything.” Lorelei told him. “So, have you worked up the nerve to ask her yet?”

Monroe shook his head. “No, not yet. I don’t know why it’s so hard. But then again, what if she says no. What if I’ve been misreading her signals?”

Lorelei sighed and gently took his hands in her. “I promise, you are not misreading her signals. She is going to say yes. Anyone who has interacted with you two can see the chemistry between you.” Lorelei assured him. “Hell, Katie only met you two for a few hours and she could tell. Told me to keep her updated.”

Monroe blushed. “You really think so?” He asked, looking bashful.

Lorelei smiled at him. “I know so.” She grabbed his phone from the table and held it out to him. “Call her, now.”

“Geez, so bossy.” Monroe joked, taking the phone from her.

“I’ll be waiting in the living room.” Lorelei said, moving in that direction to give him some space.

She had just sat down when she heard a knock on the door. Lorelei contemplated answering, however Monroe came walking out. “Nick?” She heard Monroe say. “Where are you?” Lorelei watched as Monroe moved over to the door and opened it. And standing there was her brother. Monroe laughed. “Ha, guess we’re on the same wavelength.”

“Well, did you wanna?”

“No, you go first. You came all this way.”

Lorelei was really confused. Wasn’t Monroe calling Rosalee? Nick walked in the living room, not looking surprised to see Lorelei there. He glanced back at Monroe and sighed. “It’s Hank.”

“Oh yeah, uh Lorelei told me. Did you tell him about me?”

“Of course she did; no, I didn’t tell him about you. I didn’t want to tell him until I knew how he was going to react.”

“You ever think about how I might react.” Monroe said, looking a little peeved. “Well, maybe we should just have a little coming-out party, tell all your friends.” Nick stared at him in surprise. “Aw man. I’m sorry. Actually, you know this could be good. I think.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to tell you.” Nick admitted. He looked at Monroe. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Juliette called me.” Monroe said. Lorelei looked at him in surprise.

“Well, about what?”

“What do you think man? About you. She’s trying really hard to remember. And she asked me how you two got along. And I said you were happy. And I’m not sure that helped cause she kinda hung up. Right after asking me.” Monroe explained. Nick’s expression was not happy. “And now, I’m not sure that I should have told you that.”

“No, that’s ok.”

“She’s trying man. I just, I don’t know. I thought you should know.”

Lorelei’s heart broke for her brother. “Thanks.” He said quietly.

“Yeah, anytime.”

“Anyway. I gotta go.” Nick said. “See ya.”

Lorelei and Monroe watched as Nick left. Lorelei glanced at Monroe. “Oh my god, Hank knows.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “I told you that.”

Monroe glanced at her. “I know, but Nick confirming it makes it seem more real.”

“If its any consolation, I think Hank is going to be a real asset to our little group.” Lorelei told him.

Monroe raised an eyebrow. “Eh, you could be right.” He said, although he didn’t look to sure.

“And what happened to calling Rosalee?”

Monroe seemed to have lost whatever nerve he had and no amounting of persuading by Lorelei could change his mind about calling Rosalee. Lorelei left feeling a little disappointed. She was happy, having found her person, she wanted her friends to be as well. As Lorelei got out of the car in the parking garage, she got a message from Katie asking if she would still be joining them for their hike this coming Sunday. It had been something that was arranged before their breakup, and considering they were on good terms Lorelei saw no reason not to go. She replied while waiting for elevator and had just slid her phone back into her pocket when she felt a hand drop on her shoulder. Moving quickly, Lorelei grabbed the hand, holding it she slipped under the offender’s arm and slammed the person into the wall, holding their arm against their back.

“It’s me, it’s me.”

Lorelei let the arm go quickly. “Oh my god, Sean. I am so sorry.”

Sean stepped away from the wall, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s ok. I didn’t exactly announce myself.” He commented. He looked down at her, a slight smile on his face. “Good to know you can protect yourself.”

Lorelei shrugged, feeling bad she had hurt her soulmate. “Yeah, Aunt Marie insisted I know. Sorry again.”

Sean chuckled. “No harm, no foul. I know not to sneak up on you again.” He said, as the elevator arrived, gesturing for her to enter first.

“How was your day?” Sean asked, pressing the buttons for their floors.

“Good. I had coffee with Nick and Hank this morning, spent most of the day cooking and baking, and then dropped some of that baking over at my friend Monroe’s house. You hungry? I made lasagna.”

“I could go for some lasagna.” Sean replied.

They both got off at her floor and walked to her apartment together. Lorelei let them both in and turned on the lights. Sean closed the door behind them and as Lorelei went to walk further in, he stopped her, pulling her into him as he leant down and kissed her. Lorelei sighed in contentment, her arms wrapping around his neck. When they pulled apart, Sean smiled down at her. “Hi.”

Lorelei returned the smile. “Hi. How was your day?”

“Uneventful.” He said, giving her another kiss before letting her go. Lorelei walked into the kitchen, dropping her keys and phone on the bench as she headed to the fridge. Sean sat at the kitchen island, as Molly came over to say hi.

“Well, that’s good.” Lorelei told him, as she placed the lasagna in the microwave to heat it up. “Drink?”

Sean looked up from where he was patting Molly. “Water, please.” Daisy entered the kitchen, meowing loudly. “Sounds like someone is hungry.”

Lorelei scoffed. “She is always hungry. And a liar, I already fed her dinner. She’s just begging. I swear she is worse than the dog.”

Sean laughed. “Any plans for tomorrow?”

Lorelei handed him his water. “I’m meal prepping some food before school starts back. The first few weeks are always hectic. Other than that, just making sure I have everything in order.”

Sean nodded, as Molly wondered off, having greeted their guest and thankfully Daisy followed. They continued making light conversation as Lorelei served up dinner. It was nice how domestic it felt. Eventually Sean headed home, but not before giving Lorelei a breathtaking kiss. “I’ll see you later.” He said, before leaving for the night.

The next day Lorelei was just pulling a casserole out of the oven when her phone rang. Placing it on the bench, she smiled when she saw it was Monroe. “Hey, don’t tell me you chickened out again.”

“Lorelei. You need to get to the shop now. Rosalee is sick and I need your help.” Monroe sounded panicked.

“I’m on my way.” Lorelei said. She quickly put the casserole back into the oven, turning it off before grabbing her jacket, boots, phone and purse.

Lorelei got to the spice shop in record time and Monroe let her in. “What exactly is going on?” She asked him in concern. “Where is Rosalee?”

He gestured to the side room where Rosalee was on the loveseat covered in a blanket. “A picnic, why did I have to choose a picnic?” He said, before walking over to the counter. “We were at the park, everything was great, and then this guy came out and he looked terrible. He attacked us and we ran. But he scratched Rosalee and now she’s infected.”

“Monroe, infected with what?”

“Fluvus Pestilentia.”

Lorelei’s eyebrows shot up. “The yellow plague? I remember reading about that.”

“Yeah, and Rosalee is too sick to make up the treatment. I need you to help me. I know she’s been teaching you.”

He handed her a book, and Lorelei started reading it as he moved around, grabbing ingredients. The pair worked together to make the treatment. Monroe kept calling out to Rosalee as they worked, keeping her updated, trying to be positive despite the fact it was obvious that he was panicking. At one point he knocked over a bottle, which broke on the floor. Cursing, Monroe bent down to scrape up the remains of the ingredient. As he did, Rosalee rolled off the loveseat violently, knocking down a lamp, as the front door opened. Nick and Hank entered, dragging in a man.

“Hey, hey, that’s the guy we saw at the park!” Monroe exclaimed. “He came right at me, Nick.” He stood up with some of the salvaged ingredient. “Listen, Rosalee’s got it too. I think he must’ve scratched her, or something.”

Nick looked up from where he was knelt beside the man they brought in. “Rosalee’s sick?” he asked in concern.

“Rosalee’s one?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, she’s a…she’s a fuschbau.”

Hank looked up at Monroe. “And Monroe’s one?”

“Yeah, uh, a blutbad here. Can we get into this later?” Monroe asked, giving Hank a brief wave, as he glanced at Nick. “I mean, welcome aboard, Hank. You know, I’m glad we don’t have to beat around the bush anymore…It’s just Rosalee’s in the other room, ok? And I’m just about to mix this stuff.”

“Ok, how much longer until you’re going to be ready?” Nick asked Monroe, as the unidentified man started waking up.

“Hey, hey, hey. We’re gonna…we have to treat this guy.” Hank said.

There was a loud crash and Rosalee cried out in pain. “Rosalee!” Monroe called, moving into the side room. Lorelei took over for him as he went to check on her. As he and Nick went to check, the unidentified man started to become agitated, and Hank tried holding him down.

“Oh man, she’s gone.” Lorelei heard Monroe say.

A moment later, Monroe was back in the main shop. “Where’s Rosalee?”

“She’s gone. Nick’s gone to find her.” Monroe said, returning to her side and taking over again.

Hank was struggling. “Hurry, hurry, I can’t keep this guy down.” Lorelei rushed over to help Hank, while Monroe finished up the treatment.

“Ok, ok, we just got to get a couple of sips of this stuff into him.” Monroe said, as the man wretched his arm from Lorelei’s grasp and backhanded her.

“Motherfucker.” She cried, grabbing his arm and forcing it back to the ground.

“You alright?” Hank asked and Lorelei nodded.

Monroe came over with the treatment, trying to give it to the man who knocked it away. Hank ended up handcuffing the guy before Monroe poured some into his mouth. Immediately the man started to calm down. “Alright, I think that should do it.” Monroe commented.

“Lorelei, you’re bleeding.” Hank pointed out and Lorelei gently touched her lip, wincing in pain as she felt dampness on her fingers.

“Eh, I have had worse.” Lorelei remarked, as the door burst open, and Nick came in carrying Rosalee.

“Oh my god Nick, did you have to kill her?” Monroe yelled at him.

Nick gave Monroe a strange look. “No, she’s unconscious. Get the stuff!”

Nick carried Rosalee into the side room, laying her back down on the loveseat while Monroe grabbed the treatment. However, clearly Monroe was more affected by everything than he realised, as his hands were shaking. Hank gently touched Monroe’s arm. “Here, let me do it.” He told him gently. Monroe looked at him in surprise.

“It’s a…that’s a good idea, thank you.” Monroe said, as Hank poured the remainder of the treatment into a smaller cup.

“Come on, hurry up.” Nick yelled from the other room. The three of them hurried into the side room, and Hank instructed Nick to hold Rosalee’s mouth open so he could pour the treatment into her mouth.

Monroe, Lorelei, Nick and Hank waited around to make sure that Rosalee and the park ranger, Gilko got better. Monroe made some tea, and as he passed Gilko he commented on how much better he looked. He handed the tea out. Lorelei went to take a sip but winced as soon as the cup touched her lip. She put the cup down and returned the icepack she had, to her lip.

“Well. As long as we’re, uh, letting the blutbad out of the bag, so to speak.” Monroe said, turning to face Hank. ���I was the one who hit you in the park, that day.”

“What?” Hank asked, looking confused.

“You know, the Hunt for Bigfoot Day.”

Hank glanced at Nick, who couldn’t quite hide the smirk on his face. “It’s true. It was him.”

Monroe crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean to; it’s just Larry was a really good friend of mine and…” He glanced to the side room before looking back at Hank. “More later.” He said before walking off to check on Rosalee.

Hank watched him, still looking a little confused. Lorelei reached over and gave him a pat on the leg. “Give us a look.” Nick said, referring to her lip. Lorelei removed the icepack. Nick took her chin in his hand and looked her over. “He got ya good, didn’t he?”

“Oh yeah. I will not be able to hide that. Good thing I got back into gymnastics.”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Hank asked, again, looking confused. Although, Nick did as well.

“Apart from keeping me active and being helpful with my fighting skills. It can also be used to explain away most injuries.” Lorelei explained. “For example, I face planted the vault. It was so embarrassing. Once my coach made sure I was alright, he laughed his ass off.”

Hank and Nick looked impressed. “That was really believable. If I didn’t know any better, I’d buy it.” Hank said.

“Should I be concerned by how easy it is for you to lie?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

The next morning, Lorelei got to the put that lie to the test, against someone who may be harder to fool.  She ran into Sean in the elevator as they both left for the day. Sean had noticed straight away and gentle grasped her chin. His gaze burning with hidden fury as he asked who did it.

“It’s embarrassing.” Lorelei told him. “I went to the gym yesterday, and I…um…face planted into the vault.”

“Pardon?”

“I was running to it, and I dove a little too early, and…” She mimicked her face driving into it with her hand. “Straight into the side.” Sean winced a little in empathy. Lorelei sighed and shrugged. “The hazards of gymnastics.”

“Hmm, well try to be more careful.” He said, giving her look. Lorelei nodded. Before they reached the parking garage, he gave her a gentle peck, on the uninjured side. They exited the elevator and went their separate ways.

Well, he seemed to buy that. Lorelei thought to herself, as she got into her car.

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S1E5: “Danse Macabre”—B+ (Watched 2/16/24)

“You cops?”

“Yeah, we’ve been called worse.”

There’s a lot to like about this episode: a pretty grody-looking corpse; plenty of shots of adorable rats scampering around; character interactions, like Sergeant Wu and Hank together at a bar or Monroe trying to mentor the hot-headed Roddy, that feel like a treat since they happen outside Nick’s immediate orbit; the hapless rich teens descending into what looks like such an obvious trap while essentially bragging to one another about how many times their parents have tried to call them for some delicious dramatic irony; Roddy playing what amounts to electric violin to direct his rat army in this massive underground room lit with candles. The combination of his rave-hosting “DJ Retchid Kat” tech and big, goofy, pink cat mask-head with the ominous, old timey light sources and the visual of the multitudes of rats in this space that’s got this turquoise and orange look is a real potent mix. The show continues to be quite entertaining, and particular lines or visuals demonstrate a certain flair and sense of fun or creativity.

This one is almost great—I just wish it had more to say about some of the themes it flirts with, even though I’m not exactly surprised, given that this is network television.

Maybe I thought I’d make it longer without using the word “copaganda,” but here I go (using it). Grimm is part of a long tradition of media that gives cops a whole lot of credit. I know it’s also a fantasy show where your refrigerator repair man turns out to actually be some sort of man-sized rodent… man, but it’s still got all the usual police procedural baggage, and outside the context of a fantasy show, the irritation and desperation Roddy and his dad express about their treatment by the system/police is pretty messed up (and accurate). The courtesy call Roddy gets late in the episode, where a dispassionate male voice tells him “I have to inform you, your father was injured when he refused to enter his cell,” is just so brutal: Like his dad just got stepped on by the universe or something and wasn’t abused by human beings doing their so-called jobs?

“I’d like an answer before politics screw things up,” says Nick’s boss at one point, which is… great.

Classism is another theme here that is ultimately not exactly paid off satisfactorily. Roddy was targeted for being too poor to have such talent or a rich girlfriend:

“You’re gonna pay.” / “Some of us can afford to.”

“That boy does not belong in our school.” / “Or in your neighborhood?”

(That second pair comes from a rich white mother and Hank, the show’s nearly singular Black character.)

Those are some excellent lines that feel perfectly barbed in the moment but are perhaps gesturing at things that are a bit too big (and dangerous) for this show to do anything meaningful with them. It’s a bit like Monroe’s blustery, abortive man-to-man talk with Roddy in that it says some things but misses a whole lot as well.

[wellpresseddaisy]

for the ask game - 👻🦈📚! if it’s ok :)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Probably how magic can lengthen a lifespan and how it may interact with trauma, age, and aging. 

And that Albus Dumbledore has a varied group of friends his age who all think he's completely ridiculous. They know he's brilliant (and none of them are slouches in the brains department) but they're also wondering exactly how he's managed to survive so long. The answer is bossy house elves and Minerva. 

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Dumbledore when he isn't being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, honestly. When he doesn't have to be wise and strong he's quite a difficult fish to land. 

Severus, too, sometimes. Outwardly, he's like a swan gliding over a pond. Inwardly, he's those little flippers paddling like hell and a lot of pent up rage (like a swan, he'll kill you if you get too close to his cygnets).

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

I'll read just about anything, even if I haven't seen the show or read the book (as long as the tags are in line with what I prefer). I tend to like long, plotty fics with good world building and an emotionally satisfying ending. So (and I'm restraining myself here):

Harry Potter

Digging for the Bones - Paganaidd 

A classic. It gets me in the feels every time I read it.

Ever Upward (series) - stranglerfig

I love what the author does with world building. And the house elves! The whole series is just excellent.

Piece by Piece: After Stricture - obscuredbyshadows

I don't read a ton of A/B/O fic, but this one is really good. It's good world building that'll get me every time.

Endangered Thing - nrnyx

Draco is hilarious in this. It's a definite 'read after a difficult day' fic.

Grimm (because this show was excellent for the first couple of seasons and so was the fic)

A hundredfold grief, divisible by love - xela

Grief and love and healing and some smut at the end (heed the tags). This one is sometimes hard to read, especially the beginning, but it's so, so good. And Monroe is one of my favorite characters.

I need to find a couple of Grimm fics that were on fanfic.net because now I want to reread them and recommend them.

Teen Wolf (I have watched precisely 15 minutes of the first episode. The fic is top notch, though)

Northern Blues - kaistrex

Why am I starting to sense a theme with grief and healing here? But…oof…so good. 

What I Did on My Summer Vacation - grimm

Again with the grief and healing, but also very, very funny in parts. I love Laura as the town librarian. …there may be some 'my budget kept getting cut' revenge fantasy going on for me, honestly.

[pseudolife-archived4]

It's only temporary, her home in Hereford, but Birdie makes the best of it while she's there. Digging in the garden and planting flowers in the home she was renting a room at. Taking care of her elderly landlord like she was her own flesh and blood. Babysitting the children of officers when they were busy, when they were away too long and their other parent needed a break. She makes herself a part of their little country town, a member of their community, and when Friday night comes and she's invited to one of the pubs, she knows better than to turn them down.

Which is how she's there, why she's there, watching with no amount of hidden amusement as some of the lads from the local base make a real show of themselves in the pub on, what she can only assume to be, their last day of work and maybe a first day of leave? She's not sure she knows much about really what's going on at all, only that they're loud, they're fun, and the one with a mohawk has the worst habit of slipping off into another language in the midst of a story - not that it's bothering her much.

Birdie's always been really good with context clues.

"I don't know if I could do it," There's not a drop of flirtation or hopefulness in her gaze or voice, just the gentle tones of a woman eager to have a friendship with someone around her own age, someone who spent too much time with the elderly and had forgotten what it was like to be around someone who wasn't comparing generations with a disgusted sniff and roll of their eyes. (It helps that she knows he's seen the pride pin on her jacket, allows her to feel more at ease when he glances at it with no disgust, and seems to smile just a little bit brighter after.) "Jumping out of a plane seems - distressing. You're at the mercy of equipment."

@deadwar ; birdie for soap this got long oops ; starter call