#best Tyler Dentist

[melancholiaenthroned]

@eyeballplanets tagged me to post either my nine top books of 2023 or nine books im planning on reading in 2024! doing the first one becuz my tbr list is a mile long and i have no idea which ones ill get to this year

house of leaves (mark z. danielewski) this was the first book i read in 2023 and it stayed at the top of my list. cant even put into words how much i love this book

mr. humble & dr. butcher (brandy schillace) biography a surgeon who was really into the idea of head/brain transplants. dont read if squeamish

fight club (chuck palahniuk) if you knew me the month after i read this book where i considered going off my anti psychotics to see if i could manifest a dykey tyler durden in my life. im sorry

my heart is a chainsaw (stephen graham jones) who else is excited for the angel of indian lake coming out this... march i think? i miss jade so bad its stupid

we have always lived in the castle (shirley jackson) also read hill house last year but limiting myself to one book per author

the left hand of darkness (ursula k. le guin) life changing. i need to do a reread.

night sky with exit wounds (ocean vuong) not allowing myself to put graphic novels/comics on this list but i am allowing poetry because this was the best collection ive ever read

the membranes (chi ta-wei) i love you sci fi i love you sci fi i love you sci fi

the sleeping car porter (suzette mayr) forced myself out of my comfort zone and into a genre i dont normally read (historical fiction) and was honestly delighted. can i be real im tired of characters who want to be great artists or writers like we need more guys whos main goal is to be a dentist. and this book understood that.

thank you again for tagging me ^_^ ill tag @sunriseverse @honeylemony @bladeofavernus @ruffolive (no pressure obvi) and anybody else who wants to<3

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (1-7 Sep 2024)

i'm 3 eps in and murph's hair is still throwing me when i first see it. but i love that they get to sit next to each other.

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

Prisoner's Base (Nero Wolfe #21) (Rex Stout, author; Michael Prichard, narrator)

Wild with Happy (Colman Domingo, author; full voice cast) - "deeply imaginative dark comedy about death...performed by an all-star cast including Domingo, the legendary Oprah Winfrey, Tony Award nominee Sharon Washington (New York, New York), Tony Award winner Alex Newell (Glee, Shucked), and Golden Globe Award winner Tyler James Williams (Abbott Elementary)." - short but extremely entertaining

Trouble In Triplicate (Nero Wolfe #14) (Rex Stout)

The Second Confession (Nero Wolfe #15) (Rex Stout)

A Safe Place To Land (Gloromeien, kahey2804) - "Bucky Barnes had it all—grease under his fingernails, dog fur behind the cushions of his couch, a cozy place to call his own. The house, the truck, the dogs, the works. A ride-or-die, close-knit community. A patch of land he could wander. A mountain view to inspire him. After six tours of duty and nine months in captivity, Bucky knew how bad things could get, so he didn't dare ask for anything else. Especially not someone to hold. Until a tall, blond super-soldier crash-landed into his quiet life and threatened to make all his dreams come true." - really excellent shrunkyclunks; creative use of canon events into a well-structured AU. really, really enjoyed this

💖💖 +166K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

take guesses on exits, one has to be right (queermccoy) - 9-1-1: bucktommy, 12K - I just love a truck stop sex worker AU, bless those writers that put them into the fandoms

The Prenup (spqr) - Suits: mike/harvey, 6K - new Suits fic! incredibly written, totally non explicit but super hot - the perfect way for them to flirt

Stigma (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle of the Ninth: marcus/esca, 12K - love a good take on soulmarks, one that manages to be both 'we were made for each other' AND 'we fucking chose each other' simultaneously

���� STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Monét's Slumber Party - s1, e3

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #3

D20: A Starstruck Odyssey - "Rolling Up The Hill" (s12, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Was That the Worst Social Interaction in D20 History?" (s8, e2)

D20: A Starstruck Odyssey - "Wrecked on Rec 97" (s12, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "The Ball Continues Rolling Up" (s8, e3)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - September 1: Am Writing

Re: Dracula - September 2: Suck From my Wound

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Wild Life Week: Exploring Our Alien Planet with Cara Giaimo

Welcome to Night Vale #253 - instructions for folding

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Kaos

Re: Dracula - September 3: Anything of a Young Ladies

Short Wave - Are You Overestimating The Algorithm?

How To! - How To Cook at Home Like Sohla El-Waylly

Handsome - Seth Meyers asks about passports

Switched on Pop - Sabrina Carpenter is more than Short n' Sweet

⭐ 99% Invisible - Not Built For This #5: The Little Levee That Could

Vibe Check - Do Some Witch Sh!t

Re: Dracula - September 4: He Has Deserted Me

Code Switch - Going back to school with schizoaffective disorder

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Wild Life Week: Celery Makes A Nature Documentary

It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: Video Games vs. Journalism vs. Robert Frost

Shedunnit - In The Dentist's Chair

⭐ Ologies - Coffeeology (COFFEE) with Peter Giuliano

Re: Dracula - September 5: Patient Greatly Improved

Wild Card - Kacey Musgraves is trying to get right with time

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Wild Life Week: Why Would a Researcher Pull a Lion’s Tail?

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Songs To Boost Your Confidence

Short Wave - Dogs Go Viral For 'Talking' To Humans — But Can They?

Endless Thread - Ignore All Previous Instructions

Re: Dracula - September 6: Terrible Change for the Worse

Dear Prudence - My Wife Thinks I Had an Emotional Affair With My Best Friend. Help!

Dear Prudence - Prudie Plus: My Sister-In-Law Is Dealing With Infertility and Is Now Hateful to Everyone. Help!

It's Been a Minute - Gen Z asks: what is school for? Plus, rebranding gentrification

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Beetlejuice Beetlejuice And What's Making Us Happy

⭐ 99% Invisible - Not Built For This #6: Maximum Temperature

You're Dead to Me - Leif Erikson

Re: Dracula - September 7: I Have Sown my Corn

⭐ Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - John Leguizamo

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Dvořák Symphonies Nos 6-9 [London Symphony Orchestra] {2024}

Carly Rae Jepsen

personal 'Liked Music' playlist

Short n' Sweet [Sabrina Carpenter] {2024}

Rock Radio • Popular

Presenting Kacey Musgraves

Presenting Bay City Rollers

Bay City Rollers Radio

"Everlasting Love" [Love Affair] Radio

[cardiosurgcn]

INTRODUCING      .  .  .      𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 & 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

GEORGE CLOONEY    as    MICHAEL HADLER    ―    PATRICKS FATHER    ( 57 ) ― GENERAL DENTIST AT OWN PRACTICE IN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

JENNIFER GARNER    as    ABIGAIL HADLER    ―    PATRICKS MOTHER    ( 56 ) ― HIGH SCHOOL MATHEMATICS TEACHER & SMALL BUSINESS OWNER. LAKESHORE HIGH SCHOOL IN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS.

ADELAIDE KANE    as    HANNAH HADLER    ―    PATRICKS YOUNGER SISTER, ( 25 ) ― 1ST YEAR RESIDENT - PEDIATRIC EMERGENCY MEDICINE | FIND HER AT @resp0nders

GLEN POWELL     as    TYLER BRENDAN ― PATRICKS BEST FRIEND SINCE HIGH SCHOOL | FIND HIM AT @traumadriven

JONATHAN GROFF    as    DAVID HADLER    ―    PATRICKS PARTNER, ( 36 ) ― PEDIATRIC SURGEON AT GAFFNEY CHICAGO MED.

[luckthebard]

Can you tell more about your Netherdeep campaign? I imagine a gunslinger in this module requires some creativity to work!

My players just arrived to Bazzoxan in our past session, and I'm always eager to see what other people do with it!

Finally getting to this! Thanks for asking.

It’s been great fun so far, we have a party of a frat boy human wizard named Tyler, an overly friendly Tabaxi monk, a socialite water genasi druid (Kira Karbashian), a disillusioned human Paladin (this is the homebrew I did for my friend who wanted a “lapsed Catholic” Paladin subclass and I’ll report back once we get to higher levels on if that even worked but I wanted to support the story he wanted to engage with which is probably more nuanced than I’m able to get into here) and our gunslinger, and elderly former dentist named Dr. Bongo Gordo.

The backstories were kind of interesting for me to fit into the start of the adventure but I helped myself by asking them to be an adventuring party who knew each other already. Dr. Gordo is therefore a former captain of the Whitestone rifle guards who was sent on an investigative mission to Wildemount by Vex and got distracted.

The most fun was trying to figure out Tyler, who is a human from Rexxentrum but also a Chronurgy wizard. My friend said she wanted to do that subclass but understood if it wasn’t possible. I told her to go for it, and the story only I know is that Tyler is a reborn soul but for some reason his anamnesis never fully triggered so he just thinks he’s good at “inventing” strange new magic. The interactions between Tyler and Galsariad have been delicious and the best part is my player still doesn’t really understand what’s going on there.

The other best thing is that frat boy Tyler has accidentally become one of the most complex characters in the campaign and is currently the keeper of the Jewel of Three Prayers.

They’re about to enter the Betrayer’s Rise (we’re playing next weekend) and I’m excited for the campaign to kick into high gear.

[cripfaggot]

for the cripplepunk ask game:

answer all or any of them you feel like answering!

do you identify with cripple punk?

yes or else i would not have made this ask game

2. how did you find out about cripple punk?

my best friend started it

3.what is your favorite part about cripple punk?

the unconditional love within the community

4. when did you feel proudest of being disabled?

when my disabled friends said i helped them be proud of being disabled

5. how did your worst able bodied interaction go

i should've said ableist instead bc this didn't happen with an able bodied person but i was voicing how i might need a chair for longer trips and my grandmother said "i don't think you're in as much pain as you say you're in"

6. how many disabled friends/family members do you have?

a lot

like. most of my friends and a good 30% of my family

7. how do you tend to get around?

this wasn't worded well but cane

8. what is your favorite decoration on a mobility aid (if you have one)?

i have a sticker of tyler t on one of my canes

9. what intersections complicate your physical health?

mental illness, transness, and somewhat being otherwise queer

10. rate and list your doctors

lol i'm bad at doctors

GP: 8/10 (he had me go off dicolfenac but luckily he told me about the cream)

dentist: 7/10 (i hate dentists buthe's p good)

psych: 9/10

rheumatologist 1: 4/10 (the WORST bedside manner)

rheumatologist 2: 5/10 (nice but knows nothing about EDS

11. what is the prettiest pill you take?

dicolfenac, it's pink

12. who is your favorite disabled artist (can be any type of art form)?

frida kahlo

14. if you could afford it, what type of mobility aid would you want to have?

a power chair for my bad days/ city trips

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JUST LET ME KNOW

note: sorry this took so long! there's at least 15 different versions i went through lol. i really like the idea of bruce NOT being a total asshole and doing his best for his kiddos^^ he's a little awkward but that's okay! lots of steve lacy, glass animals, and tyler the creator during this! hope you enjoy^^

pairings: Richard 'Dick' Grayson/Nightwing × GN! Reader

warnings: injury, blood, being a little out of it, daddy issues, pining, Dick Yearning And Being Afraid, mentions of dying (not serious), breaking and entering (again)

lmk if i missed anything! please excuse any mistakes

The squeeze through your window is much more difficult with a bullet in his leg.

He's praying to god he's not bleeding everywhere and he's praying to god tomorrow your neighbor (who looks more than alarmed) doesn't say anything about Nightwing crawling in your window.

His foot slips free suddenly and he finds himself on your floor. His foot slips free and he feels a little stupid about this now.

Maybe it began when you offered him a Hello Kitty band-aid on the street (cut fingers). Maybe it was when you ran into each other and he needed another one (you only had Mickey Mouse this time). Or maybe it was a couple months earlier when he dragged his sore and bruised body through your window once before and asked for your help.  

You did your best and left him with a Superman band-aid right above his eyebrow.

And since then, he's noticed the new and growing number of themed band-aids and ice packs in your kitchen.

The light flicks on above him and he groans, turning away.

"Holy hell."

"Hey there, I think I broke the lock on your window. I'm sorry."

Your neighbor paces loudly.

--

"Sorry bird, 'm sorry,"

Dick's grunt is muffled by the towel stuffed in his mouth, but he nods slightly at you: It's okay.

He squirms on the edge of the tub, letting out hard noises and his muscles flexing. You have to force yourself to look away from his face to remember he's in pain.

"Ready?"

He shakes his head no, so you get to work.

Gently, you do your best to grab hold of the bullet with tweezers and when you do, you begin to slowly pull it out, apologizing to him. His face is pinched, looking like he had just tasted something bad. It's probably the blood in his mouth. You figured he would've gotten used to the taste, but maybe it's different everytime; Maybe the taste of blood is a little more bitter this time around.

Bitter... A synonym, yet an antonym when it comes to him.

It's funny to you. It's funny because the one time you've gotten to kiss him, you learned he tastes like the leftovers of summer and a bittersweet promise. He also tastes sour. Like sour candy that's been in your mouth too long. You're not sure what that means, but that's what it is. You wonder maybe if you kissed him now, which one would be in the aftertaste... after all the blood.

You're eager to find out.

"There," You sigh, dropping the bullet into a paper towel on the floor. The sound rings out in the bathroom. "You okay Dick?"

He huffs, letting the towel drop into his lap. It looks like the aftermath of a terrible dentist appointment.

"Fine. Thank you angel." He murmurs something about getting a shower and you stand to get him a towel.

"Can you uh," Dick mumbles, blinking slowly. "Get me a painkiller?" His gaze is glassy and dazed as he wiggles the spandex of his suit down, fingers fumbling.

What an asshole. He accidentally has you watch as he clumsily tears off spandex. What a jerk.

"Yeah," You spin around towards the door, almost in a circle, spinning. "Yeah, wait here. Don't slip."

The bastard laughs, head titled back and curls bouncing, "No promises, sorry."

He's absolutely horrid.

You squeeze on your shoes, grab a sweater, and your keys. Your neighbor eyes you through the door as you speed walk down the street, kicking yourself for not asking if he prefered one painkiller over the other.

Is the pharmacy even open this late?

The Bat Signal in the stormy dark sky shrugs.

--

Dick wakes up to the low creaking of your bedroom door, finding himself in the boxers you snickered at maybe a week before (the ones with the clouds and the bird pattern on them). He's half asleep on his back. He feels like someone has stuffed cotton in his brain, ears, and mouth. When he smiles at you from the doorway, he can feel the cotton in the back of his mouth; that is real.

"Was wondering about you," He rasps, throat suddenly dry. He rolls onto his stomach slowly. "Gone for so long."

You snort, dropping your keys onto the nightstand and wiggling off your sneakers, "It was just an hour."

"An hour too long," He complains, dramatically dropping his head back into the mattress.

And then he really sees you.

"Y' wearin' my sweater..." He muses.

You look down at yourself and you are indeed wearing the periwinkle sweater he shrugged off a week prior and continously forgot at your place. "It looks good on you."

You see him at the same time and notice he has cleaned and wrapped his injury. You bet it took him at least fifteen minutes not including breaks to rest his head on the wall.

"Thanks," You hold up water and grocery bag. And, just because you're an adult and just because you can, you picked up Belgian buns; one of his favorites. "How are you feeling?"

He shifts slowly, patting just above the entry point, "M'fine," He slides up onto his elbows and gestures with his head to the bag, hanging uselessly by your side. You wonder what he thinks of you gazing him like this; admiring him so shamelessly.

"What's in there?"

You hand him the bag and he shifts through the contents, nodding at your choice of painkiller and grinning excitedly at the buns in their case. His grin is boyish, dimples on display as he marvels at the pastries.

You catch a glimpse of the remains of someone who once was. Someone who still is? Someone buried alive.

You drop your body next to him and notice he smells different, like he used your body soap. He smells warm and syrupy, deep and dreamy. It's rich.

It suits him.

--

He doesn’t tell Bruce or even Alfred (yet). He doesn't feel he has to. Selfishly, he wants whatever this is to himself for just a little longer.

So, when he visits, he doesn’t say much when Bruce asks about his thigh and how that all went down. He knows his not-exactly-but-very-much-is Father wants the best for him and more, even if he doesn't always know what he wants and accidentally trips the boundaries. Alfred asks about the whereabouts of Tim's pen (something he has asked everyone so far). Alfred asks about his wellbeing and Dick has to force himself not to swing his feet at the thought of you. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods, Fine. Don't worry.

Bruce still tries his absolute best though. He does what he can and tries to make weekly calls and Dick can't ever find it in him to let the phone ring more than once. He is awkward, but sincere over the phone and Dick is okay with it. Though, he wants him to stop asking about when he'll actually get his injury properly checked for infections. Dick simply says that it's fine and if he feels funny within a week, he'll call and tell him he was right.

Bruce lets out a monotone 'Haha. Very funny ' and Dick smiles.

"Stop worrying old man. It's bad for you."

He asks about stargazing (something they used to do during slow patrols. A Batman and his Robin).

--

For once, it's a sunny evening in Gotham and he's sharing the last Belgian bun with you.

You lick sweet cream off the top of your lip and he wonders what you taste like; Of cream, maraschino cherries and something so brilliantly you?

He doesn't exactly wait to find out. He's always been a Fuck Around and Find Out kind of guy.

--

"That's disgusting," Damien mumbles over a mouthful of donut.

He's meticulously managed to keep his fingers clean of the glaze, legs swinging beside Dick's over the edge of a building. His unusually sharp canines are shiny in the moonlight. "I'm happy for you though. Your friend seems nice."

Dick perks up, surprised, "You think so?"

Damien shrugs, smirking a little. "Perhaps. Who knows. Just until I inform them that Richard Grayson is the sappiest lovesick fool in―"

Dick pulls him into a headlock, ruffling his hair until each strand is out of place. Damien, unsuccessfully struggling, resorts to biting down on the forearm in front of him.

It's his duty, as the eldest of all of them, to make sure he can carefully insert normal things into their lives, to explain how the world works before they figure it out on their own (via: a quick patrol around the city, and explaining over sugar cookies that Santa Claus is ((probably)) not real).

He wishes he could do this for them more often, and, in his opinion, it isn't fair that he isn't able to.

"Hey, ow?"

"You simply got what was coming," The corner of his lip tugs upwards and makes him look so much younger. It makes Dick sad. Everything about this makes him sad. His heart aches for him and the rest of them.

"Thank you." Damien swipes at the corners of his mouth and stands, preparing to leave. His eyebrows furrow as he looks out at the city. The city prepares new challenges to him, looking back.

"No problem bud." Dick lies down on his back and closes his eyes.

He kicks himself when he remembers that he forgot to give Damien Tim's pen.

--

He lies silently in your lap, eyes closed and listening to an audiobook. Even with the noise, you can hear his steady breathing―feel the ends of his curls on your thigh. Your eyes trace the beautiful slope of his nose, admiring the warm color of his skin. It's dangerous, but the way his teeth bite down on his lower lip while he thinks is tantalizing.

You pretend to not feel it until you catch his eyes opening, the raw desperation and adoration in his eyes catching you off guard. His calloused hands squeeze your thighs, begging for an ounce of your attention.

"Hey, can I kiss you? Please?"

He's a little more than stupidly pretty, like someone out of a song ― a magazine cover. He looks like the type of boy to break hearts but his is in shambles. He's tragic and you're drawn to his lovesick tragedy.

The look in his eyes is like a wound left wide open; He has left his chest bare to you. The hickory in his eyes bleeds vulnerability, fear, and insecurity at your lack of response. The honey in them drips devotion in an almost religious way.

"...Okay."

You send him a slow, almost sly, smile and he desperately feels that if he did not kiss you now, perhaps he would die.

He leans up and your teeth skim his lower lip.

He dies anyway.

--

In the dead of night, he is gentle with you, kissing where he can reach and rubbing his thumbs into your hips subconsciously, running his knuckles over curves.

He stops when you start to squirm, the drag of his nose and the ends of his hair tickling sensitive skin. His nose is crooked in a beautiful way. In a That's Him Way, but also in a Punched In The Face Way. He's beautiful in that kind of way.

"Sorry." He says, not sorry at all.

His lips are shiny and kiss swollen, lovingly and freshly tugged hair curling over his ears and flopping into his face.

He's so pretty. You tell him that. He drops his head down next to yours. You nudge him, but he doesn't budge, dropping his full body weight down. It is like he died (again). He might as well have.

You snort when he sucks at the skin he can reach, nipping with his teeth, "Stop that!"

In the corner of your eye, where his mass of hair isn't blocking your view, you can see the light from the streetlamps casting a muted, dreamy glow over the rest of his body. It highlights smooth skin, rough scars, spots, and freckles. The words begin before your brain can catch up and stop it.

"Y'know, you're so pretty that sometimes I wish I learned photography... Would take pictures of you all the time."

He doesn't say anything, so you continue.

"I mean, capturing how crazy unreal and handsome you are feels impossible in any other way but in art, right? Not just your face either,"

You're about to spill your guts. You're about to spill your guts and you hope he won't mind the mess. It's literal word vomit.

"It's your drive, I think. Your good heart and horrible temper. Your stubborn, hard-headed determination. The way you carry yourself,"

You take a big breath, "I was scared shitless when I heard a noise and found you on the floor and, uh, shit I don't know, you talk about your siblings and all I can think is: Wow, this guy is something else entirely. And you tell me a little about Bruce and, and every other father figure you've had. And also sometimes you throw mini tantrums in my living room about things I can't understand and probably will never understand and then you sit down, smile, be wonderfully you, and ask about my day and I just can't help but," Fall in love with you.

"Like you more for it. I guess. If that makes sense."

Dick doesn't move or say anything. Your heart jumps to your throat at the idea that maybe you cut it too close ― that this was a little too far and his heart stuttered to a stop in his chest.

Despite the position, you can somehow feel his eyes on you. Sort of like his heart has stopped and his ghost is watching you silently, judging ― maybe even seething.

Instead, he noses into the space behind your ear. You feel the shake of his shoulders and the tears on your collarbone before you hear the quiet sniffle.

The guilt rushes fast through you. Your stomach drops and you feel nauseous immediately.

"...You're crying."

"No," He protests, not doing enough, or maybe not even trying hard to cover up his sniffles. "'M not. Not yet."

Dick is crying and he is grateful you don't say anything more. You rub your knuckles over his spine and he's thinking maybe you're a piece of his soul. A potential soulmate in the way you've accidentally sewn yourself to him.

He's not ready for whatever that means, not brave enough to process whatever that could mean, so instead, he drags his nose down to the hollow of your throat, kisses the edge of your jaw, and shimmies his hips closer to yours; He's not sure what to do, so instead he squeezes your hand tight and prays you understand.

You do (sort of).

It's not really a thank you since thank you feels like a weak way to put it.

He means he thinks he might love you, but in a way you can only recieve from him. In a way that is only meant for you.

You whisper out into the darkness, "Do you... Wanna watch the Golden Girls?"

In the sappiest way possible, he's not sure he's ever wanted anything more.

--

Dick does actually get checked for any infections, wondering if the hot feeling right under his ribs is some sort of sign.

It's not.

He also "forgets" to take his sweater home and he helps scrub the dried blood out of your window sill. He makes sure to show your neighbor that all is well. He takes you out as an actual thank you.

You find a handwritten note in your shoe from Damien (for you) and one from Bruce that falls out of his back pocket (for him):

It is important that you don't fall for his cool guy act. It's lame. Don't say that though, he'll get cranky.

- Damien (written in the best handwriting you've ever seen)

Alfred saved you food. You have two days before someone eventually eats it. I know this could've been a voicemail but I was writing with Damien. The window is unlocked and it's in the very back of the fridge drawer. It has your initials on it. Hope you've been well. Thank you.

P.S TIM IS LOOKING FOR HIS PEN? Please return it he's taken to stealing mine.

P.S(2) DON'T go stargazing. The pollution is terrible. If you want to see stars so badly, go to a planetarium or something. Have fun.

- Bruce (written in very Bruce-like handwriting)

A former Boy Wonder begins the process of healing for the the third time.

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: ELEANOR LOCKWOOD

Full Name: Eleanor Dawn Lockwood

Birthdate: August 5th, 1994

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human, Vampire, Valkyrie

Family: Carol Lockwood (Adoptive Mother, deceased), Richard Lockwood (Adoptive Father, deceased), Tyler Lockwood (Adoptive Older Brother), Mason Lockwood (Adoptive Paternal Uncle, deceased)

Love Interest: Jeremy Gilbert

Friends: Calypso Gim (Best Friend), Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan, Bonnie Bennett

Likes: History, flowers, cooking, animated movies, cocktails, hot chocolate, road trips with Calypso and Jeremy, staying up late

Dislikes: Feeling alone, Damon Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, her father, maths, Vicki Donovan, smoking, watching Jeremy die a billion times, vampires

Phobias: Blood, death, dentist

Style: Dresses very fashionably (Carol makes her dress to impress), usually seen in dresses or skirts and blouses, at home she will slip into something more comfortable along the lines of sweats and a tank top, always wearing heels but would honestly much rather be wearing sneakers

Speech: American accent, soft voice but she will raise it to the roof if you piss her off, can be very firm when she wants it to be

Physical Quirks/Scars: Has a scar above her left eyebrow from when Tyler made her ride her bike down a steep hill and she cracked her head on the train tracks, also walks with a bit of a limp ever since she hurt her leg during cheer practice

Personality: Shy, quiet, withdrawn, kind, adventurous, witty, smart, nurturing, creative, usually quiet until you piss her off and then she’ll tell you off

Background: Eleanor was adopted by Carol and Richard Lockwood as a baby, two years after their oldest son Tyler was born. She grew up under the strict thumb of her father and her overbearing mother. The only three people that kept her from going crazy were Tyler, and her best friends Jeremy Gilbert and Calypso Gim. El often feels displaced in her own family. She had always wanted to know who her birth parents were and who gave her up. When the Salvatores come into town and bring death and destruction with them, Eleanor is forced to try and stay safe while also watching her friends constantly be hurt and killed.

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

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Family Bios (The Isbell Family)

Ryan Jeremy Isbell

Job: Lawyer Fav Colour: Grey School(s): Yale University Was almost named: Jonathan First Celebrity Crush: Heather Locklear Fav Hobby: Reading Fav Band/Artist: Scorpions Fav Animal: Leopard Fav Movie: One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest (1975) Best Subject in School: English High School Superlatives: Biggest prankster Biggest Fear: Nosocomephobia (fear of hospitals) Languages: English, Spanish, French, German, and Italian Fav Childhood Memory: Learning how to play guitar with his dad

Brandon Joseph Isbell

Job: Musician Fav Colour: Blue School(s): University of Chicago Was almost named: Isaac First Celebrity Crush: Audrey Hepburn Ethnicites: German Fav Band/Artist: Pearl Jam Fav Animal: Cheetah Fav Movie: The Truman Show (1998) Fav Parent: Lillian Best Subject in School: Music High School Superlatives: Knows The Lyrics To Every Song Biggest Fear: Dentophobia (fear of dentist) Languages: English and Spanish Fav Childhood Memory: Adopting a lost puppy he and his older brother found on the side of the road, his name was buddy

Dylan Greyson Isbell

Job: Song Writer Fav Colour: Purple School(s): University of Pennsylvania Was almost named: Tyler First Celebrity Crush: Kirsten Dunst Ethnicites: German Fav Band/Artist: Limp Bizkit Fav Animal: Dog Fav Movie: Hot Tub Time Machine (2010) Fav Parent: Izzy Best Subject in School: Workshop High School Superlatives: Most likely to sleep all weekend Biggest Fear: Psychophobia (fear of mind) Languages: English and Spanish Fav Childhood Memory: Visiting California when he was 9 and going to the beaches

Adrian Bailey Isbell

Job: Accountant Fav Colour: Orange School(s): Harvard University Was almost named: Logan First Celebrity Crush: Taylor Swift Ethnicites: German Fav Band/Artist: Eminem Fav Animal: Bear Fav Movie: The Wedding Singer (1998) Fav Parent: Lillian Best Subject in School: Math High School Superlatives: Most likely to become president Biggest Fear: Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes) Languages: English, Spanish, French, German, and Arabic Fav Childhood Memory: Going to the skatepark with his dad and then going for ice cream afterwards

Alexandria Victoria Isbell

Job: Painter Fav Colour: Teel School(s): University of Chicago Was almost named: Mason First Celebrity Crush: Orlando Bloom Ethnicites: German Fav Band/Artist: Arctic Monkeys Fav Animal: Cats Fav Movie: The Ring (2002) Fav Parent: Izzy Best Subject in School: History High School Superlatives: Best shoulder to cry on Biggest Fear: Coimetrophobia (fear of cemeteries) Languages: English, Spanish, and French Fav Childhood Memory: Spending the night at her grandparents every other weekend

[aintguiltyy]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well!!! I LOVE YOU!!! For a distraction, please tell me your favorite Lesbian!Reddie HCs!!!!

Thank you bby, I appreciate it so much😭❤️

I feel like a lot of my lesbian!Reddie HCs correlate with the established ones, but I’ll try to be original. Also, I know you only asked for HCs but I basically wrote a whole ass fic bc I’m a mess and nothing can stop me😇

Whenever I think about fem!Eddie, I see a typical soft girl with cute hair bows and glittery nails, always a cherry lipgloss in her purse. Like, she’s the human version of the strawberry dress and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for Richie, I feel like she would be somewhere between a butch and a femme. One day she can pop up to a party wearing a flannel shirt with Calvin’s showing from under her ripped bleached jeans, and the next day she’s rocking a tight black leather dress and heeled sandals.

Fem!Eddie would so be into alternative music, like Lana Del Rey, King Princess, Frank Ocean, Clairo, Billie Eilish... Can you picture Eddie being one of those girls that went to Halsey’s concert and asked her to be her first kiss? Because I can.

Fem!Richie would definitely be the “if a song is a bop, it’s a bop” type of person. If you open her Spotify, as Stefon says, this place has everything. Tyler, The Creator, The 1975, Justin Bieber, Jorja Smith... The list goes on and on. It’s because I’m flexible, she says. Well, that one time she pulled her leg trying to stretch in PE and couldn’t walk for a week would beg to differ.

As for them coming to terms with their sexuality, I have a whole list of scenarios in my head, don’t even get me started.

With Eddie, she kind of always just knew, but tried to hide it, especially while she was still living with her mother.

After moving away to college and seeing how open people were about their sexuality there, Eddie grew more confident, not shying away and locking up whenever girls apart from Beverly and Richie complimented her, but she still didn’t have enough courage to actually come out (until one day she did, but that’s another story).

With Richie, in all her life she didn’t really pay attention to anyone, never really thought twice about some guy or girl that subtly tried to hit on her. All of Richie’s attention was always focused only on her friends and maybe, just maybe, a bit more on Eddie.

It finally hit Richie that she’s not only into girls and not into guys, but into Eddie, when Eddie dragged her to Macy’s after earning her first paycheck and almost made the cashier cry because they didn’t have the right size of a dress Eddie really wanted to buy. Just watching her fuming, one second away from stamping both of her feet because the store didn’t have some low quality lilac summer dress, was enough for Richie to finally realize just how in love she was.

As for coming out, I feel like Richie would be the first to tell all of the Losers and then the rest of the world, but with Eddie, she struggled with being open about that part of herself mostly because of her mother, but also anxiety and fear of losing her only friends, even though she knew that they wouldn’t leave her if they found out she was gay, because Eddie’s seen how supportive they were of Richie.(I came up with a whole fic while writing this so if you want to see how I picture lesbian!Reddie coming out, feel free to stop by my ask box!)

The last but not least — fem!Reddie getting together.

Even though my favorite getting together trope is probably “person A walking in on person B and jumping their bones”, I wanted to throw something cute and soft in here, so enjoy ��

Even after Richie and Eddie come out and the cats are out of the bags, they are both too scared to make a move, because just because she likes girls doesn’t mean she might like me.

So, when they do get together, it’s completely on accident.

Eddie’s teeth has been hurting for a few days now, and she, being the definition of a hypochondriac she is, makes an appointment with the dentist where they tell her that she needs to have one of her wisdom teeth removed as soon as possible.

Rchie drives her to the clinic the next day and waits for Eddie in the waiting room with shitty coffee and some pamphlet on how to avoid STDs just to be met with her barely conscious best friend wrapped in a soft blanket, slurred voice blocked by the cotton balls in her mouth and drugs in her system, and the most adorable, barely understandable comments Eddie makes during all of their way home.

When Richie lays Eddie down on her bed and tucks her in, meaning to let her rest, a weak hand reaches out and tugs on her wrist, wordlessly asking to stay. And who’s Richie to refuse cuddles with her favorite person in the world?

She lays down next to Eddie, who lifts her blanket to let Richie snuggle closer to her and instantly buries her nose in Richie’s neck, signing softly.

Richie smiles when a few minutes later she hears quiet snores, the ones she knows from two years of living with Eddie mean she’s definitely asleep, caressing the small of Eddie’s back where her hand hugs her.

She appears to be wrong though, because suddenly Eddie lifts her head and Richie almost coos at how cute and sleepy she looks, but there’s determination in those honey-brown eyes that throws Richie off-balance.

“You need to rest, Eds. Go back to sleep,” she says softly, hugging Eddie even tighter, but Eddie only shakes her head and looks into Richie’s confused eyes before demanding as seriously as she can with two cotton balls in her mouth: “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

Taken aback, Richie furrows her brows, tries to catch up with what’s happening, already thinking of a way to turn this into a joke because clearly Eddie doesn’t mean it like that. She likes girls, yeah, but she’s never shown any interest in Richie like that, like they might be more than best friends.

“Yeah. Remember that time you forgot your wallet and you were really hungry and I bought you, like, two burritos with extra guac?” Richie jokes, grinning to mask everything she’s feeling right now, from confusion to fear, but Eddie only shakes her head.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” she says, and Richie tries so hard not to freak out because even though Eddie still looks so out of it, the seriousness in her voice and the words falling from her puffy lips are making her feel things.

“What did you mean, then?” she croaks, trying to read the situation, because from the way Eddie’s looking at her right now, she might, might be saying what Richie thinks she’s saying.

“That I love you. Not for those burritos, but for you,” she says and instantly cringes, and Richie barely suppresses a snort because Eddie’s too fucking cute when she’s high on medicine. “That came out cheesy and talking fucking hurts, so please tell me you get what I’m saying,” Eddie whines, and her puppy eyes have always been impossible to resist, so Richie shuts the anxiety and fear already screaming in her mind up and smiles, pulling Eddie even closer.

“I get it, Eds. I love you too.”

The way Eddie’s eyes light up at her words is almost enough to have Richie’s heart bursting out of her chest and falling right into Eddie’s hands, but a moment later Eddie furrows her brows and studies Richie before asking “For realsies? Like, love love?”

Snorting, Richie smiles softly. “Yes, Eddie. For realsies. I love love you”.

This time, Eddie actually squeaks and Richie wants to kiss her so badly, but it’s not the best idea as long as there’s an open wound in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie, as it seems, comes to the same conclusion, her half-lidded gaze falling on Richie’s lips before she sighs.

“I’d kiss you right now if this damn tooth wasn’t cockblocking me,” Eddie mumbles, burrowing her face in Richie’s neck once again, and Richie can’t hold back a delighted chuckle at this side of Eddie that only comes out when she’s not in full control of her mouth before gently kissing her on the forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll have plenty of time to do just that and more once you feel better.”

“Okay,” Eddie mumbles into her neck, making Richie shiver a bit, and she feels so happy she could burst and decides that the second Eddie feels better, she’ll do everything in her power to make her feel just as happy as she’s feeling right now.

In conclusion, yeah, I have a lot of feelings about Lesbian!Reddie🥺.

[kwebtv]

Character Actor

William Gerald Paris (July 25, 1925 – March 31, 1986) Film and television actor and director best known for playing Jerry Helper, the dentist and next-door neighbor of Rob and Laura Petrie, on The Dick Van Dyke Show.

He also played Martin "Marty" Flaherty, one of Eliot Ness's men in a recurring role in the first season of ABC-TV's The Untouchables, besides making guest appearances on other television series. (His character in the "Untouchables" series having been based on similarly-named real-life Untouchable Martin J. Lahart).

After having directed some episodes of The Dick Van Dyke Show in which he also played the recurring character of next-door neighbor and dentist Jerry Helper, Paris won an Emmy Award in the 1963-64 season for Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Comedy for the series. He later devoted himself to directing both in film and television, including The Partridge Family and Here's Lucy (including the famous third season opener featuring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton), but he worked most notably on Happy Days, where he directed 237 of the show's 255 episodes. Imitating Hitchcock, he appeared uncredited in at least one episode of every season.

Paris also directed Laverne & Shirley as well as episodes of The Odd Couple, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, The Ted Knight Show and Blansky's Beauties.  In all, he is credited with directing episodes of 57 TV titles and as an actor in 105 titles.  (Wikipedia)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #439

“all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun”

Have you written a letter to a soldier? No. Ever been in a perfect relationship? I thought so. But no, those don't exist. The last song you listened to? "Broadcasting From Beyond" by Motionless In White. Have you ever wished you could hurt somebody as much as they hurt you? I... have, but I don't wish that at all anymore. Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No. Would you rather be a successful writer or artist? Artist. Who are you in love with? Nobody. Does someone’s view on homosexuality affect how you feel about them in any way? It sure as fuck does. How about someone’s view on religion? Nah. Well, usually. It depends on the beliefs themselves and to what extremity. What is something you wear that others might consider unfashionable? Flipflops, like... year-round, lmao. What kind of pill did you last take? It's called Lamictal, the catalyst for my primary mood stabilizer. Do you like wearing glasses? No. I'd wear contacts if I had the patience and non-shaky hands. What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? Jason. -_- That's the year we started dating. What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? A traumatic breakup. Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Yes, for my mother. The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? Well, because you mentioned him, I'm thinking about Jason and just how I fucked shit up 'n stuff. How many different cars have you driven? Uhhhh I want to say two? But maybe just one? Was the last person you hung out with single? I guess that would be my mom, in which case yes. Have you ever attended a private school? My last college was a private school, yes. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No, and for that I am incredibly grateful. Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? Yeah. I've made scrambled eggs for my family before as breakfast, and I did the same for Sara, too. Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area? Ugh, take me back to the middle of nowhere, please. :/ Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous? Sara! Are you adopted? No. Who was the last person that cried in your presence? Probably one of my nieces or nephew. Can you write your name in a foreign language? Uh, I think? In the German alphabet, "y" isn't actually a letter, and my name is Brittany, so I'm not entirely sure if it would be spelled that same way or not, but I think so. Who is the person you often go to for venting? My mom. Was the last person you kissed male or female? Female. Do you say “I love you” even when you don’t mean it? No. That shit can scar people (aka me) so goddamn deep when they don't mean it anymore. What’s the one thing you regret more than anything? Things I wrote to Jason in letters after the breakup. I would literally give a limb (no, I'm not exaggerating) to take it back. There are times I actually do wonder if we would've gotten back together if I wasn't just... a bitter and ridiculously hurt fuck that took it all out on him. Do you like vanilla? Yes. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. I actually do want one for my extra room/"office," though, to read on. Have you kissed any friends on your Facebook? Yeah. Do you get snow where you live? Occasionally, but it's very rarely a lot. What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? Good thing I ain't havin' 'em. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? Yes. Do you like the band A Skylit Drive? I've actually only heard their "Love The Way You Lie" cover, which I do like. Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yeah, with my dad. What’s the most boring sport to watch? Golf. But I don't particularly enjoy any. Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? MHMMMMMMMMMMMMM. If you suddenly went deaf, what would be your most missed sound? Music. Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? If I actually wanted a dog, a Rottweiler. Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional, for sure. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo. Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? I know damn well I'd say yes to Jason in a heartbeat. Literally before even getting to know the current him. That's how emotionally attached I am to him, even with the trauma. I'd get back together with Sara if/when we both are more stable emotionally and with clear direction, which is mostly on my end now. I also don't think I'd be ready until one of us is able to move for the other. Is there a certain quote you live by? No. Do you have any tattoos? I have some, but not nearly enough. :( Are you friends with the last person you kissed? She's my bestie! :') Green or purple grapes? I don't really have much of a preference, so long as they're crisp. What is your ringtone? Just something that came with the phone. If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Fuck no. What is something you wish you had more of? Adventure, for one. Have you ever trusted someone too much? JASON. HOLY FUCK. It was FACT to me that we would, could, never break up. It just... wasn't possible in my head. It was like breaking the laws of the world. When he told me he loved me and would never leave, I believed that shit as if it was God himself promising that. I've never and will never trust someone like that ever again, because it wasn't healthy in the slightest. Do you sleep with your window open? Noooo, that would freak me out. Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Yeah; Tyler had snakebites. Did you go to high school with your current best friend? No; we live in different states. Whose was the last funeral you attended? Ummm I'm actually not sure. Do you avoid using public restrooms? Yes. Do you like eggnog? Nooooo. Who is the person you dislike the most? It's so fucking stupid... I know it is STILL the girl Jason dated after me. I don't even think they're together anymore, so why the fuck does it matter? I know NOTHING about this poor girl that just found someone she really liked and got dumped FOR THE SAME REASON AS ME. It shouldn't fucking matter, at all, but it still does in my head. Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? No, because I don't have an income. What is your favourite way to eat rice? As pork fried rice. What is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? Over 3 1/2 years with Jason. Do you currently have any alarms set? No. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon. Do you eat chili when you get a hotdog, or do you like it plain? I don't like chili. Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Not EVERYTHING, no. I wouldn't tell her anything at all unless she asked. I don't like talking about that stuff. Have you ever been in a car wreck? Yes. Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? Yes, which was absolutely, utterly ridiculous. Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No. Has anyone ever taken your own clothes off you before? Yes. Is there someone you want to kiss right now? Probably always will. -_- Have you ever had a real tea party? Or been to one? Ha ha no, but my little sister used to love to have little ones with her Disney princesses plastic tea set. She would always ask Mom or me to have one with her. Have you been called a tease? Only playfully. Did you kiss the last person you really wanted to kiss? Yes. Would you ever go to a protest or be involved in a protest? So long as it was peaceful, yes. When playing rock, paper, scissors, which do you usually pick? Scissors. Have you ever tried to write a book? Yes, when I was younger. Have you ever been hit by a chunk of hail? No. Is it true that if you don’t love yourself, you can’t love another? Absofuckinglutely not. I'm proof of that. That idea is such bullshit. Do you share a bed with anyone? Just my cat. Who is one very unique celebrity/musician/whatever that you love? MARKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Could you handle babysitting two small children at once, such as two children under three years old? OH FUCK NO. Would you say that people consider you a major flirt? Definitely not. Do any of your friends have children? Yes. Would you rather cry in public or make someone else cry in public? I would FAR rather cry myself. I would feel so, so bad for making someone else cry, not even just in public. Would you rather re-live today forever or not live? Not live. Would you rather be just rich or rich and famous? Just rich. Who was the last person of the opposite sex to be in your bedroom? My nephew, I believe. He and Aubree wanted to see the snake. What’s your favourite kind of Cap’N Crunch? The "All Berries" one. What is your favourite Pepsi product? Mountain Dew. Is the computer you’re using yours? Yes. Do you get upset when a dog jumps on you? Not at all. I got used to that, and besides, it's cute to see them so excited. Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? World of Warcraft, sometimes. I usually play it daily, but there are some days where I just am not interested in it. What do you like on your pizza? Meats and/or jalapenos. Do you get breadsticks with your pizza? Mom usually gets 'em, yeah. Did you ever have a waterbed? Yeah. Not one anyone slept on regularly, but just like, a plastic one or whatever the material was to sleep in if someone was staying over. What toy from your childhood do you miss? I wish I didn't get rid of my big crocodile toy that I was obsessed with. :'( He was like the main character in the world I made up for him and his family. Have you ever been to a rock concert? Yeah. \m/ What is your religion? None. Do you like listening to love songs? Meh, I have to be in the mood, plus it depends on the song. A lot of them trigger me. What is one meal that you like to eat while sick? I'm nervous to eat when I'm sick, so I mostly just have saltine crackers and ginger ale. Have you ever fed bread to ducks or geese? Yeah, when I was a kid and didn't know it was bad for them and the water. I never would now. The name of the last board game that you played? I think it was "Sorry!" with the kids. Has anyone ever commented on your weight? I mean, doctors, but not in a judgmental, belittling way. Just in a way that expressed concern for my health. Have you ever thought about joining the military? NOOOOOOOOOO. Have you ever felt like you were going out of your mind? Yes. And I don't mean that as an exaggeration; I believe I've literally qualified as insane at a point after the breakup. I was so fucking delusional and desperate and just going in circles. Are you ever jealous of happy couples? Meh, sometimes. Lately, who has spent the most time on your mind? Take a guess. .-. It's been pretty bad lately. Do you ever feel like someone would be disappointed to see your body or are you comfortable with your body enough where you don’t think that? I have a HORRIBLE body image. My body fucking disgusts me. I don't even like my mother seeing me get changed or anything like that. I don't want ANYBODY seeing me naked. What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I don't like any that I've ever had a sip of. Have you ever ran from the police? No. That never goes well. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Do you like screamo music? No. What does your wallet look like? It's a checkered Harley Quinn one. Is there something nobody knows about you (and what)? Yes. Why would I share that if I don't want anyone to know? Does your family have a secret? No. Do you do anything to help the environment? We recycle. Mom also cuts up those plastic things that come with soda bottles packed together, as well as some other plastic wrappings. We are both disgusted by people who litter, so we avoid that. I also try to conserve water where I can, like by turning the sink off when I brush my teeth. There are other little things, but I wish I did even more. Do you like to take pictures of yourself? FUCK NO. It is so rare I do that nowadays. When/where are you most likely to sing? The car. Would you ever wish to explore a cave? OH MY GOD, PLEEEEEAAAAASE <3 What is the most illegal thing you’ve done? Pirated an expensive editing software, oops. :x Have you ever seen somebody get shot? LKJ;ALSDJFA;JWELKRJLW;Q NOOOOOOOOO.

[lilibetts]

Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

(Part 2/3, Theme 1)

Betty was going to delete LoveAlarm from her phone.

She should have deleted LoveAlarm off her phone.

But come Wednesday afternoon, she still hasn’t, and she couldn’t have told you why. A glutton for punishment, probably.

>>No, you’re just a hopeful romantic! Veronica texts her while she’s in the library during study hall, working on an English essay.  >>The app is all about proximity. You don’t know who you simply haven’t been within twenty feet of yet. Or maybe they just haven’t downloaded the app.

Maybe so, yet Betty can’t help but feel like there is a fine line between hopeful and masochistic. She wants to text Veronica back with a passive-aggressive message about how Veronica has it easy with a bunch of pings and *at least* two people around the school who love her. But she doesn’t because that would be shitty.

The point is, LoveAlarm is still on her phone and she’s doing her best to forget all about it and her unexpectedly complicated feelings about Archie. That’s when it happens: she feels her phone buzzing across the wood table.

Frowning, she checks it, assuming it’s Veronica with more encouraging platitudes. Betty can scarcely believe what she sees, however:

1.

Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

The red heart on her screen is practically vibrating off the phone as she watches in shock. Her eyes dart up and around, landing on every face surrounding her. There has to be what, twelve people in the library that could be within twenty feet of her? It’s a popular location for study hall, after all. 

Someone is in love with her.

Was it Trev? Chuck? Sweet Pea? Alex C.? Tyler? Dilton? Of course it occurs to Betty that it could be a girl, but she isn’t up to date on who’s Out and who Veronica and Kevin are convinced are closeted. It definitely isn’t Ethel Muggs, who has started scowling at her every chance she gets lately.

The number on her phone goes back down to zero, so either the person turned their phone off or they just left her radius. Another frantic glance around only shows her the front doors swinging shut. Frowning, Betty realizes that Sweet Pea is no longer in the library and Trev has gotten up and walked over to a shelf in the back. Nobody seems to be doing anything with their phone.

Biting her lip, Betty considers her options, but there’s really only one solution.

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Jughead is in the Blue & Gold, fingers clacking away at the typewriter Betty had gotten him for his 16th birthday, Sweet Pea’s teasing words echoing in his ears, when said Hitchcock blonde comes bursting into the room.

“Juggie!” she exclaims a little breathlessly. She has one of those determined grins on her face that make his heart go pitter-patter. 

Thankfully, his phone is off, so it can’t tell on him.

“I need your help.” She drags another chair up to his desk and sits down primly, spine straight and ankles crossed. /If you have the time./

/Of course. What’s up?/

Betty hesitates then, biting her lip. /I downloaded LoveAlarm,/ she says finally, arms and voice tentative. /Someone pinged it in the library earlier and I want you to help me find out who./ With that, Betty slaps down a piece of paper with a list of names on it. Jughead swallows hard.

He’s not an absolute moron, he did expect this. When presented with an unknown suitor, of course Betty Cooper would immediately start to investigate. 

He could just tell her, but again, vulnerability is scary. As Tim Kreider wrote, “If you want to enjoy the rewards of being loved, you also have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.” It’s a certainty that she’ll figure it out eventually. Maybe he’s being a coward, but hey, Betty *loves* solving mysteries.  

Jughead doesn’t expect her love in return, he’s just flattered that he was the first one she thought of to help her figure out who pinged her LoveAlarm.

/Why are Sweet Pea and Trev’s names starred?/

/They left my radius around the same time my LoveAlarm went from 1 to 0./

When Jughead had decided to sneak into the library earlier and make her phone ping while he hid in the stacks behind her, he had been counting on the other students around her as cover but now, seeing that she’s zeroed in on two guys in particular has a pit opening up in his stomach.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Jones. Just tell her,” Sweet Pea had told him.

His hands feel clunky as he tries to sign. /And if it’s one of them, how would you feel?/

The question stymies Betty, who shakes her head and shrugs, gathering up her things. /I don’t know. Let’s just figure out who it is and I’ll figure out how I feel then./

“Okay,” Jughead ends up saying to her retreating back.

Thursday is simultaneously the most fun and the most torturous. In the morning, Jughead finds himself helping Betty stalk Sweet Pea down G Hallway, chatting him up to stall him near the Chem classrooms and surreptitiously waving her over once he ascertains that Sweet Pea has his phone out and turned on. 

“Hey, Sweet Pea!” 

Betty practically bounces as she comes to a stop next to him, eyes bright but biting her lip nervously. She’s balancing a 13”x9” tupperware container in her arms, and her phone is in her left hand, turned away from them so they can’t see LoveAlarm open on the screen.

Of course Jughead turned his own off as soon as he arrived at school. What do you think he is? An amateur?

“'Sup, Coop?” Sweet Pea doesn’t know a lot of sign language, but he smiles down at her easily. Jughead is overwhelmed by a sudden urge to kick him in the shin. “Are those for me?” Sweet Pea approximates sign with some basic pointing from the cupcakes in the tupperware container before pointing at himself.

“Uh…” Betty’s sneaking a glance at her phone and for a moment, Jughead is worried. “Yes, you can have one. They’re Boston Cream Pie cupcakes.” 

He groans on the inside. Those are his favorite.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Sweet Pea murmurs, grabbing one and peeling away the liner so he can take a bite.

This time, Jughead’s groan may have been audible.

Betty catches Jughead’s eye and shakes her head. Great, that’s one name scratched off their list. To Sweet Pea, she says: “I better be off, or I’ll be late. Bye, guys!” 

Jughead watches her leave, ponytail swishing from side to side. Sweet Pea watches him watch her leave for a moment before he clears his throat.

“Listen, Jones, I don’t mean to rush you and all, but...having a cute girl come up to you all smiles and offering you a cupcake—a damn delicious cupcake at that—might make a guy catch feelings. Just saying.” With that, Sweet Pea takes another bite of the cupcake, getting chocolate icing smeared all around his lips. Every chew he takes seems like a threat. A helpful threat.

“Lima Charlie,” Jughead sighs. Message received and understood. Sweet Pea’s older brother had been in the army and thus, he and Jughead had spent years using military jargon over walkie talkies as they snuck around Sunnyside. With a nod, Sweet Pea gives him an unnecessarily hard pat on the back and heads down the hallway.

When Jughead ducks into the Blue & Gold in between the next classes, he sees the tupperware container on his desk, next to his typewriter, a sticky note on top:

The rest are yours! I made your favorites, after all. -B

God I love you, Betty Cooper.

Lunchtime is nearly a disaster. Betty had roped the two of them into helping the Theater Club finish some set decoration for a production of Almost, Maine. All for nothing, because as it turns out, Trev is out for a dentist appointment. Still, Jughead manages to have fun being half-heartedly helpful while he eats his lunch—two ham sandwiches Betty brought in for him as a bribe for helping her with this—and Betty’s having a good time too, as evidenced by the fact she’s smiling so hard her eyes crinkle, and even when she tries to scrunch up her face to be mad at him eating more than painting, it just collapses into another giggling fit.

It’s when lunch is over and they’re heading up the aisle to where they’d left their things that Jughead remembers he left his phone on. Betty has hers with her, since she thought she would be testing Trevor’s phone for pings, and she’s barely five feet behind him.

Crap.

He hurries ahead and grabs it, depressing the power button. Just before the screen goes black, he could have sworn he saw his LoveAlarm app begin to open.

He doesn’t let himself think anything of it. In the rush, his thumb had probably hit the app button.

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Thursday night finds Betty pondering the mystery that still remains: the identity of the person who loves her. Sweet Pea has been eliminated from the list of possibilities, but Trev Brown remains a question mark. 

Curled up in her thick socks and comfiest sweatpants, hair wet from her shower and starting to curl, Betty stares at her laptop screen as she contemplates their next step. Her and Jughead had bonded over their mutual love of The Baxter Brothers and Tracy True books as children, and they’d conducted more than one investigation together over the years, so it’s natural that Betty had gone to him for help with this, even if it’s a little embarrassing.

But why, a niggling little voice asks at the back of her mind. Jughead’s question comes back to her: what will she do if it’s Trev? She doesn’t know. 

Trev’s...nice. He’s cute, and smart, and Betty doesn’t have the faintest idea what she’d do with the knowledge that he’s in love with her. Go on a date with him, she supposes, to at least see whether there is something there before she...breaks his heart? That’s what you do, right? You go to dinner at one of the few nicer restaurants in town or you go see a movie at the Bijou.

She doesn’t really want to think about this, Betty realizes, as her attention wanders from her Sleuthster search results to the ads along the column on the right. One ad catches her eye and she gasps, straightening in her chair and grabbing her phone. Her thumbs fly over the keys as before she hits [send].

<<Do you still have the reels for Rear Window?

>>Yes, why?

<<We should set the projector up in my basement and watch it this weekend. I’ll supply the snacks.

>>Capital idea, Betts, but how are you going to get all that junk food past the K9-level olfactory senses of Alice Cooper?

<<It just so happens that my mom and dad are going to visit Polly in Boston this weekend.

>>Cambridge. Just say Cambridge.

<<As long as we dispose of the evidence and air out the basement with some Febreeze, mom will be none the wiser. I’m sure Archie will donate his trash bin to the cause.

There’s a longer pause before Jughead replies.

>>It’s a   plan

>>Speaking of plans, what do you need me to do tomorrow re: Mission Pings?

Betty grins and taps out the basic framework of how they’re going to corner Trev before the pizza party at lunch, but Jughead will have her phone on him so he can feel for her ping, and listen for Trev’s ping. A thought occurs to her and Betty suddenly feels selfish for insisting that Jug help her.

<<I meant to ask you...have you downloaded LoveAlarm?

>>What do you think?

>>Besides, I already know what it would say.

A terrible feeling, like a vise in her chest, takes her over as she reads and re-reads those words. How can Jughead believe this? Almost immediately on the heels of that thought is the reminder that Betty herself had been despondent on Tuesday when she allowed the melodramatic thought  that ‘nobody was going to ever love her’ to take hold.

<<That’s bullshit. Any girl would be lucky to fall in love with you!

She means her words. Jughead may be antisocial, he may wear that crown beanie practically all the time, and okay, yes he can be the most extra fucking weirdo on the planet...but he’s also clever and passionate, she’s seen firsthand how caring and considerate he can be, and of course he’s objectively attractive. 

Betty stares at the window that faces the Andrews’ home, with the roller shades that are always pulled down lately, and pictures Jughead’s face in her mind, how he’s a bit on the pretty side, especially with that mouth. She thinks about how jealous she’s been of that wild head of dark hair in the past, when she’s seen him with the hat off, and how over the past year he’s shot up another inch or two and seems to have filled out, especially in the arms—

>>From your thumbs to God’s ears, Betts. Night, I’ve gotta be up bright and early to help you catch the worm.

She lets out a huff of laughter and rolls her eyes even though she knows he can’t see her.

<<Night, Juggie.

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“ man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides ”

ian cruz desantos

(ALSO KNOWN AS IAN CRUZ)

age: 29

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: actor/model

species: warlock/necromancer

faceclaim: tyler posey

death tw, drugs tw, violence tw below the cut

Growing up in a small town not too far from Los Angeles, Ian DeSantos had only ever had one dream: to see his name in lights. Every cent of chore money went in a piggy bank marked for a bus ticket to Hollywood. It was an impractical dream, one made harder by the realities of his life. It would be hard enough to draw attention to his undocumented mother, but the powers that ran through his family would make them the perfect target for hunters. The DeSantos family had been blessed, his mother had always said, by the Holy Spirit of Death. Seeing ghosts had always been normal for Ian, just as normal as the powers that grew more with every year, but the rest of the world surely wouldn’t see it that way. If he followed his dreams, it would mean pushing away the heritage of his mother’s family away.

Still, the silver screen called, and while Ian’s identical twin followed the obvious path, Ian cashed in all the money he’d been collecting and made his way to LA. One year, he’d promised his mother, and then he’d join his brother at whichever UC he’d matriculated to and become a dentist or a insurance broker or whatever boring degree would set up a safe, comfortable life back in his hometown. He landed a commercial here and there, but with just three months left of his time in LA, he’d need to take a risk. Ian had auditioned for the show on a dare from his roommate and suddenly he’d found his face plastered on billboards. He had started going by his middle name already—Ian Cruz—to distance himself from his family, but he’d still been concerned that it would be too easy to trace him back to his roots. The lie had been a snap decision in the first interview that had asked about his family—he was the only son of a single mom, raised in Arizona. It would keep his family safe, send anyone that came snooping off in the wrong direction. He’d even go so far as to hire someone to play his mother at red carpets and dinners with girlfriends. The more successful auditions, the more posters with his face on it, the more important it became.

Starring in a music video had been his manager’s idea, but those four minutes would grow to be among the best things Ian had ever put on film becuase it was there he met Lettie. She caught his eye the second he’d walked onto the set and it showed; Twitter had immediately loved them, their chemistry apparent through the screen. It was everything he’d ever wanted, a loving partner, a movie career, and yet it still felt like something was missing. As the two of them moved toward marriage, it became more apparent to Ian exactly what that was: he missed his family. He snuck back home to visit when he could, but the thought of building his own family on a lie while he distanced himself from the family he’d come from didn’t sit well. Ian had known inviting his brother for a camping trip outside of Vancouver while he was filming was a recipe for disaster. Still, if there was anyone he’d thought he’d be able to trust, it was the one person he’d known longer than anyone. He’d only left his brother briefly to go for a run and had come back to an empty apartment and nothing but anxiety. The pictures hit the tabloids within days: Ian DeSantos leaves club with mystery blonde, Ian DeSantos taking drugs, Ian DeSantos punching a man. He’d had no viable choice but to claim the pictures as his own and hope Lettie would understand.

She hadn’t. Really, Ian knew he shouldn’t blame her. Without context, “I have a twin” sounded like the world’s weakest excuse. He was trapped in the web of his own lies. He’d introduced her to his fake mother, how could he have expected her to feel? The months slipped by and the rumour mill still churned—Ian’s name was never far from anyone’s lips and it seemed like his reputation kept taking hit after hit. His team pushed for rehab, more to rehabilitate his public image than anything else. Ian really couldn’t disagree, but he sure could be really fucking mad. Sneaking out the window and hitchhiking three hours to the nearest tolerable town was a half-baked idea at best, but it sure beat spending the next three months staring at the same four walls. Bellport rang a bell, but Ian couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Determined to keep a low profile and ride out a few months, Ian rented an AirBnB and hunkered down. What surprises could a small town really hold?