#bff reggie

[csmicletters]

Please use your amazing skills and make me an Alex board 😭💛 my sweet baby needs all the love

Here it is for baby Alex 💜 I hope you like it, love.

[thegreatyin]

art i made ages ago and never posted because of various reasons but y'know what. it's time to get a little silly with it. big glowing silly birds angels

[tokruta]

someone who is good at psychology help me understand why i adore jegulus with all my heart but don't like drarry outside of very specific aus

please my family is dying (my ability to read jegulus lives aus is heavily compromised)

[innytoes]

🐝 : Secrets and Lies

Secrets and Lies

After a game of Two Truths and a Lie gone horribly wrong, Reggie goes to Flynn for help. You see, he chickened out at the last second about telling Julie about his crush on her, and now everyone thinks he's in love with BA Baracus from the A-Team. (No shade to Mr T but he preferred Julie.)

What ensues are shenanigans, hi-jinkses, and maybe even some tomfoolery.

[n0atmilk]

Reggie + Pandora :0

[lily-s-world]

Reggie Peters 🤝 Charles Rowland

Ghost boy

Full of Kenergy

May or may not be bisexual, but definitely has a thing for his bff

Believe themselves irresistible flirts, but their friends are the ones that actually got people after them

Family trauma

Awesome fashion style

Died too young 😢

[crescenthistory]

im working on a reggie request where him and reader are childhood bffs separated by their parents by sending her to beauxbatons instead of hogwarts and im going INSANE. i absolutely love the angst of it all and the concept (happy ending ofc bc im not a war criminal)

afraid this will be another one of my bible-sized fics, but we'll see 🤭

[rebelrayne]

JFGLDSAJD DSA YOUCEF?!? MON AMOUR!

Also, live tweets below

“…according to her hypercritical but dramatic best friend, the only one she had.” THE ONLY FLAW SHE HAD- HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER PLEASE.

“Misogynistic, hypocritical, condescending, arrogant. Selfish, rude, greedy, manipulative. Just a few terms Youcef has used to describe her asshole of an ex.” CAMERON. YOUCEF IS IN LOVE WITH YOU. NO ONE WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH JWQGFPSLD

“But he loved her. Right?” Bitch- I’m going to slap Cameron. NO! YOUCEF LOVES YOU!

“He took a tissue and wiped them up, “If he did, he would have told you, Mon Cher. If he missed you, he would call. Not text you in the dead of night.”” LISTEN TO DADDY- no. I’m sorry. LISTEN TO DADDY. No. I’m sorry.

“Youcef had been her best friend for years, but when he asked her to visit France with him- to meet his mother she was struck with a deep fear even as she said yes.” Girl!!!!!!! YOU MET HIS MOM?! BITCH. WAKE UP.

“Eventually she had healed enough, thanks to Youcef, that she was able to help others that were stuck.” God, just tell him you’re in love with him already.

“A few months later, Thabi was head over heels for Cam’s good friend and coworker, James, and Cam winked at him and called herself a matchmaker.” TW: JAMES!

“But she never told any of her friends the real reason she stayed hung up on her ex for so long. That she was distracting herself from being in love with her best friend.” I’M SUCH A GOOD DETECTIVE I FUCKING KNEW IT.

“…she could tell it was because he missed her already.” Yo, Youcef! You fucking idiot! TELL HER MF ISTG.

“(She maintains to herself that it isn’t her fault he looks good in every color.)” also, yes. Also, smart- feed his ego like he needs more of that.

“he finally let his signature smirk cross his face, “Do you really need to hear me tell you again? Je t’aime, Cameron. I love you.”” YES TELL HER AGAIN BUT IN FRENCH YES.

PLEASE. This was lovely, Reggie. It was adorable and honestly just peak Youcef with the wise words and sarcasm and ‘I know I look good’ personality. I LOVE IT AND YOU, BESTIE!

Wanted to He Would

For @rebelrayne MERRY CHRISTMAS

Inspired by If He Wanted to He Would by Kylie Morgan

Youcef x MC

Cameron struggled to move past toxic relationships. It was a big flaw, and according to her hypercritical but dramatic best friend, the only one she had. Youcef tried so hard to help her realize why her ex was bad for her. So she knew her ex was a piece of trash. Misogynistic, hypocritical, condescending, arrogant. Selfish, rude, greedy, manipulative. Just a few terms Youcef has used to describe her asshole of an ex.

But he loved her. Right?

Whenever she would get a notification on Instagram that he liked an old picture she had posted, Youcef would shake his head and tell her that just because she was stuck on the past didn’t mean he was.

Her brother would get annoyed when he got messages, usually asking if he’d seen the latest game. Oliver wasn’t that kind of sports fan, and he would never tell Cam he got the messages, afraid she’d take it as a sign he was still attached to her because he talked to her brother.

Whenever she was making progress to move on, Youcef would say it was his duty as her best friend, and he would take her out for the night with Angie and Bruno to celebrate. Those nights always seemed to end with drunk texts from her ex asking how she’s been. Youcef would take her phone and remind her not to read into it. It didn’t mean he wanted her back.

“But he loved me, didn’t he?” Cam had asked him one night, tears spilling over her waterproof make up.

He took a tissue and wiped them up, “If he did, he would have told you, Mon Cher. If he missed you, he would call. Not text you in the dead of night.”

Youcef had been her best friend for years, but when he asked her to visit France with him- to meet his mother she was struck with a deep fear even as she said yes. She didn’t voice that Dylan had never offered even though his mum lived much closer than Youcef’s did. But she was afraid because she desperately wanted his mum to like her, more than she had ever cared that Dylan’s would.

Eventually she had healed enough, thanks to Youcef, that she was able to help others that were stuck.

When she met Jen at the bar she worked at, she reminded the girl that her ex wasn’t Mister Misunderstood. Levi wasn’t the right guy for her, but that was okay and she would find the one that was. And then Jen met Tim, and even though Cameron could tell they were total opposites, they worked well together.

When she met Thabi, it happened to be the girl’s birthday. But instead of celebrating with her friends, she was staring at a happy birthday text she’d gotten from a hot and cold ex. And Cameron reminded her not to waste her wish on him. A few months later, Thabi was head over heels for Cam’s good friend and coworker, James, and Cam winked at him and called herself a matchmaker.

When she met Marisol, the girl was trying to delve into the psyche of a boy that had tried to talk to her behind his girlfriend’s back, like she was hoping to find the hidden secret to make him admit he fell in love with her. Cameron just shook her head, “Don't psychoanalyze him or make it more than what it is.He won't suddenly be the somebody you wish he always was.

If he didn't, then he doesn't. If he wouldn't, then he wasn't.” It was simple advice, advice that her own best friend had repeated to her so many times, and she was finally understanding it.

Youcef had always told her that Dylan set the bar low, but she needed to keep her standards high. And it was something she reminded herself of every day.

But she never told any of her friends the real reason she stayed hung up on her ex for so long. That she was distracting herself from being in love with her best friend.

But could she do when Youcef’s words rang in her ears all the time?

Every time he would be gone for Paris Fashion Week and he’d call her every night he was there and lie about the reason, but she could tell it was because he missed her already.

Every time he would tell her he loved her, in friendly terms, even though it was a word she knew he didn’t throw around lightly.

Every time he got a call from his mum and he would roll his eyes in exasperation, but she could see the fondness in them when he told her that his mum missed her.

Angie and Bruno could tell how Cameron felt, claiming she wasn’t as subtle as she had tried to be. It took them months after she had started distributing Youcef’s wisdom to other list girls to convince her to make a move.

And she could only thing of his own advice.

She was sat on his couch, watching him flip through headshots that his agency needed a decision on- he refused to ask for her opinion after he showed her two that only had different shirt colors and she couldn’t decide which was better. (She maintains to herself that it isn’t her fault he looks good in every color.) Clearing her throat, Cameron tucked her knees up to her chest, “You always said that if you love someone, it doesn’t matter unless you say it. Right? If you love them, you’ll say it?”

She could see the way he tensed and wondered if he already knew what she was going to say and was bracing to reject her, to tell her to leave. He carefully set the photos down, directing his full attention to her, no matter how stiff his body language was, “Yes, Mon Cher. Why?”

“Because…” She took a deep breath, mustering up every ounce of courage her body contained, “Because I love you, Youcef. I always have.”

She would’ve laughed in any other situation at the way his eyes widened and his jaw fell slack before he regained his composure, “Are you certain, Cameron? This could simply be-“

“There’s nothing simple about it,” she huffed a laugh, “If you don’t love me, that’s fine. But I needed to finally tell you, seriously and honestly. I love you.”

His eyes bore into hers, like they were searching for any sign of deception and coming up empty, before he finally let his signature smirk cross his face, “Do you really need to hear me tell you again? Je t’aime, Cameron. I love you.”

Masterlist

[vermillionsails]

THE WANDERER part 1

Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul x Reader

synopsis: The reader aka Bullseye gets run out of her family settlement to find an old friend. what will happen when they finally see each other after 6 years?

WARNINGS ⚠️: Cooper Howard/ The ghoul x female reader afab reader, DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 GO ON GIT. eventual smut, adult language, fallout show, and game cannon violence. age gap reader is 22 if you're not, pretend.

I try to keep the description of the reader neutral only things that are talked about are the reader's age, teeth, smaller hands, and eventually intimate parts. I do not own the rights to Lucy or Cooper Howard or the fallout setting. the plot and town characters are the only things I made up. Time skips are in this at least this first part anyway. dream sequence as well it will be in bold so you can tell and see the difference.

A/N: I've only seen the first episode and clips, and interviews of the characters cause Freevee only has the first episode but, the brain worms are still activated for this man! 😩

Update A/N ive managed to see the rest of the show. i also wanna give thanks to my bff @oppositeoflove-isindifference for helping me edit this brain rot and make it make sense. i love you bitch, i aint never gonna stop loveing you bitch!

I know it's not from the actual Fallout soundtrack but this song fits Cooper's vibe. A couple of 'I don't know how but they found me' songs do honestly but enjoy!!

The only thing you can do is hope. you've been hoping for two days now. All you have now is your pack, everything you've scavenged in the past two days, and Shroud. Your grandma said, before the bombs dropped, Shroud would’ve been called a rottweiler. To you though, he was your best friend. You were lucky to find armor for him, so you didn’t have to worry so much about him tagging along. You were thankful for it honestly, you wouldn't doubt that Reggie would shoot him.  So here you are in the wastes, with Shroud lying across your lap. You had set up camp against an old rusted-out van. You move Shroud, deciding to sleep in the van hidden away, instead of outside in the open. You put out the campfire and unroll the bed roll from your pack and lay down. Shroud splayed out next to you as your eyes start to drift closed. It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours before Shroud was lying on top of you, trying to nudge you awake, as gunfire and a creature roared outside. Grabbing the handle on his armor, you tapped his nose with your finger to signal to play dead. You listen as the gunfire continues. The sound of shouting rises above the gunfire. You could make out at least two voices, plus the creature. It lasts for about another 20 minutes before the noise dies down, and voices come down to a normal level. You can hear two people arguing as footsteps get closer to the van. Very slowly, you reach for the pistol strapped to your leathers. As your hand reaches the handle, you hear a gun cock and a man whistle. 

“Figured you were following us. Smart hiding.” You look up to the voice’s owner, standing in front of the van door with him pistol aimed at Shroud's back. You recognize the voice, his drawl and cowboy hat knocking the memory of Mr. Howard forward.  “Mr. Howard, it's me, Bullseye!” you shout, holding both your hands up in surrender. You silently pray that Shroud doesn't leap or make any sudden movements.  He cocks his head as he looks at you, lowering his gun somewhat.  “Bullseye, huh? That really you?”  You swallow and nod, replying, “Yes sir, it's me. Grandma sent me out to look for you. We’re in big trouble.”  He tuts, putting his gun away, seemingly disappointed he didn't get to shoot anything.  “Considering you're the only person who calls me ‘Mr. Howard’, I suppose that is you, Bullseye,” he chuckled.  He waits for a beat and scowls. He growls, “Well come on now, girly! We got some catching up to do, and I ain't got all night.” You give Shroud two pats, he gets off of you and sits at the van entrance, waiting. “Yes sir Mr. Howard,” you agree, scrambling to pick up your pack and bedroll. You make your way over to Howard and…a Vaultie?  You've never seen one before. The blue and gold suit hurt your eyes, even in the moonlight. She smiles and waves,“Hi, I'm Lucy! Nice to meet you.”  Giving an awkward wave back, you nod to her. “my actual name is y/n, but everyone calls me Bullseye” She smiles genuinely at you, a rare occurrence out here in the wastes.  “That's a nice name…why do they call you Bull-” 

Cooper cuts her off, “I only needed you to help me kill that fuckin’ thing. Don't make me tie you back up.” You give her a sorry half smile and turn to Cooper. “I'll make it as fast as I can Mr. Howard,” you say, ”Ray and Reggie have built up a coup against Grandma; they've already killed 5 people, and some of our Brahmin. I escaped about two days ago, and Grandma told me to come find you. I have a package she wanted me to give you, in case you needed incentive.”  The ghoul sits down next to you, sharpening a knife, and purses his lips. “Smart woman, what did she send with you?”  You turn to unzip your pack, spotting Lucy in the corner of your eye, She seems astonished that he’s being somewhat civil to you.  You pull out the package, a small foot locker-like box. The metal dings from the objects inside rattling as you hand it to him. “Ten different chems, two large Brahmin steaks, ammo, a couple of stimpacks, and all the caps she had left,” you list, recounting everything your grandma told you. He stares down into the box, taking a long look at the top of the lid. Finally, he closes it.  “I'll do it. This is a nice incentive, y'all must be in some real bad trouble darlin’.”  The fluttering feeling when he calls you darlin’ quickly dissipates, as you feel your worry set in. You feel your chest tighten as you look down at the dirt and sand.  “Yeah, it's bad Mr. Howard. Grandma might not….might not be alive when we go back.”  He hums as he goes back to sharpening his knife. “So what are you gonna do if we go back and she isn't?”  You look at him for a moment as you think. “Kill them, have someone else be mayor, and let Doe and Jericho be the new snipers,” you reply. He strikes the knife against the sharpening stone, sending sparks off to the ground. It makes the mix of sand and dirt pop and sizzle at your feet.  “You don’t wanna be mayor?”  You can feel the sadness wrap around your chest and squeeze again. “N-no I'm not- not as skilled as grandma. She could barter for a years worth of supplies then turn around and stop a fight in two seconds.”  He chuckles, finally looking at you with a smile tugging at the right side of his lips. “Yeah, Sue was always good at calming people down,” he muses. You chuckle at his sentiment. He points at you with him knife, saying, “Now that I know the situation, think you can help me dress that deathclaw over there?” You see it splayed out in the dirt, lifeless, the horns digging into the ground. It’s at least 6ft smaller than the adults you've seen.  “Is it a bounty?” 

Cooper grunts and nods, “Yup, it's the last a group a nearby farmer wanted gone.” He grabs the bounty paper from his duster pocket and hands it to you. “Fuckin’ things kept eating everything, including his wife.” You look over the bounty. 500 caps rewarded for the head. You nod, “That's a pretty good bounty.”  Lucy clears her throat and raises her hand, the pipboy light shining directly into your eyes. “I helped, do I get some of the caps?”  Cooper raises an eyebrow ridge at her and gripes, “Put your damn arm down, your’re blinding Bullseye! And I already told you, you're getting 20 and then you’re on your own. If I see you again, it’ll be too soon and I'll shoot you.”  You keep quiet, watching them argue with each other.  “I used ten lock-joint syringes on that thing.”  Cooper laughs, “Yeah those are cheap to make, trust me I know. You're getting 20 and I won't kill you, that's it.”  You see Lucy huff and sink back down in her spot.  After a couple of minutes, the ghoul looks back at you and asks, “Can you help me dress it?” You nod and grab the knife from your boot. “Yeah, I can help.” He gets up and walks over to it, his duster flowing in the breeze like in his old movies that your grandma used to tell you about. “Atta girl let's get to it.” You get up and join him. The bottom of your boots goes from crunching the dirt to thudding and squelching from the blood-soaked dirt pooling around its body.  You adjust the green baker's cap on your head and kneel next to its torso.  “Do you want me to start at the back of the neck or the tail?” you ask. Cooper grunts ,working to saw off the head, “Start at the tail, less tension while I do this.”  Nodding, you move further down. After a few minutes of making a deep enough incision, you get the muscle and start cutting towards the head. Its skin splits into two halves as you try to keep yourself steady. It smells like dust and blood.  Part of you wonders if the deathclaws think that you humans smell as strange as you think they do. Pulled from your thoughts, you hear Cooper clear his throat. You stop and look over at him. “You tune out too easily, could get you killed.”  You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and stammer, “Sorry Mr. Howard, I'll be better in the morning. D-Did you say something?” His eyes scan you for a moment before he speaks again. “Yeah, I did, stop when you get to it’s sides. Need to cut off its hands.” You feel his gaze on you and your cheeks burn again.“Y-yes sir.”  He makes a low sound that you think may be a chuckle.  It's a couple of hours after you started dressing the deathclaw together. Lucy, Shroud, and the dog that Cooper has let follow him around have all fallen asleep. You wrap up the last piece of meat when a thought occurs to you. “So Mr. Howard, where is this bounty at?” 

He shoves most of the meat into his saddle bags, looking at you. “About a three days walk from here, you gonna tag along? Could use that eye of yours.”  Tossing him the last piece of meat, you nod. “Yeah, it'll give me time to think of a plan.”  He makes a heh sound, a smirk playing on his lips. “A plan, huh?”  You raise an eyebrow, more curious than anything. “Yeah I mean, plans are good right?” He nods and stuffs the last of the meat into his saddle bag. “They're good but…have you ever made one before sweetheart?”  Part of you knows the nickname is being used in a derogatory way, maybe even a bit patronizing, but it still makes your stomach flip. “Once,” you say, "we had to make a run to a Superduper Mart for supplies. I got us in and out.” You sit cross-legged on the dirt, adjusting your hat. Pulling out a cloth, you begin cleaning the gore off your knife.   Cooper moves closer to start sawing off the hands. “Well,” he starts,” this is different than a Superduper Mart. How many men are on their side?” You wipe the blade as you think. “About twenty… No one else is joining them, but they’re all trained by Ray,” you say quietly, knowing he’s gonna scoff at you. On cue, he stops and laughs, “Oh, sugar, you ain't gonna make it!” You feel your cheeks and ears heat up once again and stammer out, “I–I'm not going in guns blazing if that's what you think, I-I…”  He cuts you off, putting his hand up to you. You can see how the radiation burns swirl and carve into his skin, making a pattern. “The only possible way,” he says,” of you getting back in there and saving Sue is by sneaking in or…” He smiles. Your stomach flips. You can't tell if it's a good flip or not, but you have a feeling you know what he’s thinking.  “Or?” Your voice is small as you ask.  “I take you as hostage and barter to get you back in there. They want y'all for something, they'll come looking.”  You swallow, looking at him a bit apprehensive. “You're gonna take me as a bounty aren't you?”  He points his knife at you. “Bingo! Don't worry, I won't tie you up quite yet.” He shoots you a wink and goes back to sawing off the hand. You're not quite sure what to do with yourself after that. Your heart begins to beat a little faster, not sure if you like that or not. “O-okay, so we'll pretend I'm bounty and sneak in.”  He whistles, finally getting the hand off. “Yup, I'll bring you in and we’ll take it from there. But first we gotta wait till they come for you. When they do, I gotta be a little rough to sell it. You understand don’t ya?” 

You nod, feeling your core beating a bit as you imagine how rough he'll have to be. “Y-yeah I understand, Mr. Howard.”  He hums at you answer, “Good girl. Now go get some sleep like the others. We got a long walk, starting tomorrow.”  You finish wiping the knife off and put it back in its strap. “Yes, sir.” The ghoul waves you off towards the small fire Lucy had made earlier. “Night, Bullseye,” he says lowly in a gruff voice. You give him a slight smile. “Night Mr. Howard.” Reaching the fire, you unroll your bedroll again and get in. The two-day trek to find Cooper began setting into your bones as your eyes flutter shut.   A dream starts to play in your mind as you drift off.  Strange music plays to the beat of hooves against the ground. You see the figure of a man on a horse, riding into the red and orange of the sky as you try to move towards him. It's like you’re  moving in slow motion as you try to reach out to the figure. A cloud of raised dust swirls into the sky as it begins to storm around you and the rider.  His figure and the beast he's on get closer as they rush to you. Their features never clear up, staying smoke and shadow-like as they skid to a stop in front of you. His hand unfurls from the reigns and reaches out towards you. Like a switch going off, the orange and red becomes blue and purple as your stomach flips and you start to sink into the sand beneath your feet. Scrambling, you reach out to the figure's hand but it passes through him. The hand drifted and parted like fog on water after summer rain. As you sink, darkness falls over you and you feel murky and dusty blue water ripple around your waist.  You watch for a moment as the water starts to ripple faster, turning into wake waves that crash into your chest, the coldness washing over you. You look up as a roar shakes the world and a mirelurk queen rises out of the deepest part of the water. You try to run, but your eyelids start to flutter open as the dream fades.  Your eyesight is blurry as you sit up, kicking the blanket off of you. Shroud groans when he feels your legs move. He must have moved over to you during the night. He gives you a look over his shoulder and huffs, before laying his big head back on his paws.  “Sorry buddy, morning,” you say softly, give his head a scratch. You sit up, stretching and yawning. It's quiet for a moment, before you hear Cooper's voice out of nowhere, making you jump. “Morning sleeping beauty, ‘bout time you woke up.” 

You whirl to look at his smirking face, amusement in his eyes from seeing you jump. Putting a hand on your chest to soothe yourself, you mutter to yourself, a bit louder than you mean to,“God you scared me.” He chuckles, “Didn't think I could do that to you anymore darlin’, good to know.” Your heart starts to beat a little faster, no longer because of your fear. You laugh softly, trying to play it off, you look up seeing the sun just about to come up as orange and lavender painting the sky. “H-How long did I sleep for?”  He kisses his teeth and purses his lips as he thinks. “About six hours, give or take, but we gotta get goin’ before it gets too damn hot. So up and at 'em.”   Giving a nod, you get up and roll your bedroll back up and stuff it into your pack. You give Shroud some water and crack open a can of dog food, letting him chow down as you check and strap his armor on. You helped Lucy wake up  pack up as Cooper grumbled at her.  After a few more minutes,everyone is on the road. Both dogs and the 3 of you. It's hot and dry and the continuous crunch of sand and dirt under your boots quickly becomes repetetive. You can see heat waves ooze towards the sky and winds throw the sand around, dusting you and getting into your eyes.  Its monotony for hours on end, sending you into a haze that almost lulls you into a walking sleep. You’ll never know how the creatures here don’t die of heat exhaustion alone. Another hour goes by as Cooper stops, raising his fist in the air to stop you and Lucy.  His head cocks to the side as he listens. You stay still, waiting, trying to listen as well. You can't pick anything up, his senses are much more sensitive than yours. It takes only a few seconds before you hear something scrambling up a dune toward the three of you. The top of its head peeks up above the dune. Cooper's head snaps in its direction and he mutters, “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” 

[sapphic-saints]

Intro Post!

Hey y'all, it's DORCAS!!

If you haven't heard of me: I'm Dorcas Meadowes, the guitarist/backup vocalist for Pantheon. I play electric and acoustic guitar. If you've got any questions about our band, hit me up!

I am:

➣ 18 years old

➣ proudly lesbian

➣ a demi-girl (she/they)

➣ African-American

A little about my URL (sapphic-saints):

The saints part is because my namesake is a Christian saint. I grew up Catholic, and was named after Dorcas/Tabitha, a disciple of Jesus and the patron saint of seamstresses and tailors. During her life, she sewed clothing for those in need. When she died, the village widows showed Saint Peter some of the clothes she'd made as evidence of her charity, and he reincarnated her as a saint.

The sapphic part is for two reasons; one is because I'm a lesbian and thought it would be funny, but the other is a nod to Sappho, the Greek poet. Sappho was a bisexual woman who lived on the island of Lesbos between 630 BCE and 570 BCE. (The word sapphic comes from her name.) Dorcas means gazelle in Greek, which is why I chose a Greek poet as part of my URL.

My bandmates/bffs:

@astronomic-nerd Reggie <3 <3 the only sane person in our band

@bat-barty-junior Barty, my favourite sleep paralysis demon

@roses-n-bones Evan, probably a psychopath (but who cares??)

@panda-sometimes-preforms Pandora <3 <3 they are an angel who has never ever ever set any studios on fire ;)

Other people:

@jamie-and-co James Potter

@im-not-joking Sirius Black

@remus-moony-lupin Remus Lupin

@petey-p Peter Pettigrew

@notyouraverage-mary Mary Macdonald

@marls-boros-bitch Marlene McKinnon (ugh)

This is a Marauders roleplay blog. If you're racist, misogynist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. then you'd probably hate me irl, so get out! If you're not, feel free to interact – I love to chat <3

Oh, and if you're also part of this roleplay and you want to post a photo your character 'took' of Dorcas – no problem, just use a photo of Marsai Martin. She's my favourite fancast, I can't see anybody else as Dorcas <3

This blog is run by @fourquartertoast <3

[idk-tbh-idk]

Yo,

*toddlers your choir*

I’m telling you, @regularbadthing is a genius and enlightened this idea, even wrote a fic about the cutest thing ever, go read it rn!

Silliest choir in Uranium🙈

Choose your fighter:

Ocean

Constance gave that candy to ocean cuz her parents won’t let her get anything that’s not organic and stuff. Also, Ricky’s parents babysitting ocean 🥺

Noel

The flower Mischa is giving Noel was stolen(or probably given by) from Constance lol

Mischa

My head canon for baby Mischa is that he is considerably smaller than the rest of the choir, being Penny the tallest out of the bunch. According to reggy, Mischa and Talia were bffs before Mischa left Ukraine

Ricky

I know that Ricky’s knees started to fail until he was six years old, but anyways…

Penny, Tammy and Ezra

Penny is wearing that one coat, which was @cam-stopped-eating-candles’s og idea

Last, but not least Constance

Forgot to make a Virgil one, but Penny is holding him as a toy, even has a poorly drawn base lol

To inspire myself doing these, I watched Master Chef Junior, big mistake, I ended up crying for three hours straight...

This was a lot of work, cute, but a lot of work. So have them hanging out like a baby episode of some cartoon, without coloring:

I love them sosososoooo much🥹

[not-a-princess-but-a-queen]

Ok guys Dead Boy Detectives and Julie and the Phantoms Crossover!!

Charles and Reggie would be bffs!!! Also Reggie would actually help Charles I can feel it.

Alex and Willie helping Edwin!!!

Crystal maybe being related to Julie or Flynn?!

Maybe Crystal sees a video of the band and can tell something is up so they go investigate?

[solibrie]

sorry i'm being self indulgent gimme a sec . jatp as rapture (a bff discord server i'm in) quotes

julie: lord the white people you put on this planet are poisoning themselves luke: julie you're such a talented singer you can literally make me like any song reggie: yeah i didn't even know the mona lisa song was by brendon urine. yuri? alex: help. reggie: brenan. what's his name. panic at the disco

flynn: those words don't please my spirit willie: well your spirit can take a hike, pal

reggie: wait wait wait. everyone. i lost my pants. i could've sworn they were on my body julie: ??? reggie: where did my pants go luke: how high are you right now alex: you LOST them? reggie: SOBER. I'M ON DAY 4 NO WEED. THIS IS JUST #ME

willie: you have to experience the lows alex: i'm not already doing that ?

luke: [shakes a magic 8ball] should i lie to my bandmates? 8ball: without a doubt

julie: chris brown's been found murdered in a costco after alex did his little dancey dance

reggie: gonna ask if they're looking for a third but at this point the line's so long i'd be lucky to be a fifth

luke: in some alternate world, "stand tall" brought world peace

flynn: @/everyone if you had to think of an animal that screams socially progressive and fiscally conservative what animal would it be? reggie: girl wait flynn: HUH? reggie: my answer isn't girl

alex: the gang goes to ital y willie: ital luke: y reggie: ital julie: y alex: thanks guys reggie: new call and response just dropped julie: when i say ital you say y

reggie: i haven't seen the matrix either flynn: hand over the bi flag mr peters

willie: we should be able to put actors in gender studies classes against their wills

flynn: what if i gathered a bunch of twigs and sticks and made a giant bird's nest and then tied you to the nest a la looney tunes and then summoned a flock of ravens to peck at you until the mother bird imprints on you and sees you as a surrogate child and then raises you with them until its time for them to kicked out and then she throws you out of the nest but you can't fly because you're a human and so you fall and die julie: flynn you're insane flynn: HOW AM I INSANE

luke: you can't spell wednesday without "he" julie: yes you can? luke: wait fuck

reggie: who are you calling gay alex: yes

reggie: [shaking a magic 8ball] do you like my songs 8ball: very doubtful

willie: i think all straight people should be allowed to cheat in a gay way

luke: i'm giggling can you tell i'm swinging my feet in the air giggling alex: i can tell can you tell i'm exploding you?

reggie: a tank is just like the horse of cars

julie: i don't think i've ever met a clown that spoke? alex: luke speaks.

alex: they hate me for my sparkling water swag flynn: it's not swag.

julie: i think all of sunset curve should go to sleep. except for luke who should stay up and repent

[spocks-evil-godmother]

Rating Call the Midwife Characters because I have watched nine and a half seasons and I can

Jenny - girl you got us rolling but you were mediocre af 5/10

Trixie - somehow she is the best and worst of femininity at all times and is just like. Amazing and I love her and also god my eyes are broken from rolling them too hard 8/10

Chummy - truly one of the most perfect women of all time but she married a cop (alas) 8/10

Shelagh - do I forgive her for abandoning her vows and running off to be with the man she loves? No. But do I adore her anyways? Yes 7/10

Dr. Turner - here is the thing. I don't forgive him either. But also he's A GOOD MAN and I LIKE HIM A LOT. I feel like people think that the reason he's hot is because of his face but it's actually because in his decade of service he has never once talked down to or ignored the expertise of his midwife colleagues and listens to women so although he's not one of the girlies he can also have 7/10

While we're here, Tim - you were the most interesting when you had polio and aspirations of a mother sorry bud 4/10

Patsy - on the one hand she was a lesbian, which gives her high marks, but I don't remember, like, anything else about her so.... 6/10

Barbara - FUCKING BARBARA GHSKALAALFB I DON'T EVEN KNOW. But like I can't blame her for leaving the show when I love Ghosts even more. 6/10 despite everything.

Phyllis - nurse Crane my beloved. I respect her. She's very organized and practical and I do just feel like organized, practical women are great. Anyways no need to read into that at all 9/10

Valerie - VALERIE. Valerie. She was cool but I feel like she just... never got an arc. she got some trauma and some woes definitely but idk about an arc. 6/10

Lucille - she is SO NICE but she doesn't believe in SINNING which makes me sad but she's a sweetheart and is so kind during the bad times 7/10

Cyril - I have always loved that part where he's a pastor but only on the inside lol 6/10

Fred Buckle - truly a perfect man. No notes 10/10

Violet Buckle - I am so obsessed with Violet. I feel like the only reason she is nice is because she is married to Fred but if she was just introduced to the show, unattached, then she would be what we in showbiz call an Antagonist and yet she still lets it pop up sometimes 5/10

Reggie - I love him 7/10

Mrs. Higgins - desperately want to know what kind of lady this actress is irl because she is either absolutely hilarious or completely unhinged but as a character I don't care for her 3/10

Sister Julienne - um she's my mom and also she's your mom and maybe she's everyone's mom and ever since she went to see The Sound of Music by herself to showcase her crisis of faith I have just completely melted about her 15/10

Sister Evangelina - I JUST WANT TO BE A MEAN NUN WHEN I GROW UP BECAUSE OF HER SHE'S SO GOOD I LOVE HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 50/10

Sister Mary Cynthia - she was SO GOOD and then..... god. 5/10 heartbreak emoji

Sister Winifred - 😬 ummm I just didn't care. Sorry 3/10

Sister Hilda - not even Sister Julienne's bff smh 4/10

Sister Frances - BABY NUN!!!! SHE IS THE BABY NUN WITH PCOS I LIKE HER A LOT!!! BABY NUN!!! 11/10

And yes I know you are all obviously waiting for the most important character of the whole show and who just lives on another level compared to every other character because she is

SISTER MONICA JOAN - MY HEART MY SOUL MY MIND MY STRENGTH I AM SITTING ON THE COUCH NEXT TO YOU AND WE ARE ARGUING ABOUT WHAT TO WATCH ON TV TOGETHER AND SHE GETS TO BE A HERETIC AS A LITTLE TREAT ALWAYS 1000/10 💖🙌🤩😘💕 SISTER MONICA JOAN WOOOOOOOOO

[dazeddoodles]

There’s a show on Netflix called Twelve Forever, the 3 main characters remind me of Eda, Raine, and Lilith

Redhead tomboy who’s hyper and has ADHD

Music loving bff who’s a bit of a yes-man

Neat stressed girl who’s parents don’t have much time for her

Oh yeah, I've watched Twelve Forever! I really loved it when it first came out!

Reggie is very Young Eda coded you're right.

[innytoes]

Inny rewatches JATP 7-9

Episode 7:

-Never over Reggie calling Ray firm. Never ever.

-I do kind of love Willie's super unsubtle spying like... he's so used to being invisible he's lost the art of being subtle. (Also I love his cozy looking sweatshirt so much.)

-One of Julie's friendship bracelets says BFF 4 EVER and I'm dying.

-Luke is just SO CONFUSED his little head-nod didn't work during edge of great. It always works on Reggie!

-Willie having an evil eye bracelet (meant to ward off evil intentions) when Caleb already owns his soul like buddy I think it's broken. Or you got it too late.

Episode 8:

-I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

-Never not amazed the amount of crap dangling from Luke's pants and they still don't slide off his ass.

Episode 9:

-Never not crying at the Willex hug and the way Willie sinks into it.

-Insert 5 page meta essay about how Willie smiles through his goodbye because he's been smiling through his pain at the HGC for decades.

-That Small Dark Room poster in the promoter's office has popped up in a few places and I SEE YOU SET DRESSING PEOPLE.

-As this is my millionth rewatch, I finally remembered Julie and I have the same ring tone and muted it before the dog went insane.

-I do love Caleb's commitment to being evil, gay, and extra in all that he does. The tophat? Immaculate. The kiss before he blows them to the Hollywood Ghost Club? Unnecessary.

-Me crying at Julie's 'why can't you come pick me up' and immediately crying again when Ray's doing that thing where HE'S trying not to cry at the dahlia and Julie's speech.