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7birdsfashion · 1 year ago
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Shoutout to knitblr for getting knitting trending today. Without that I very honestly would not have finished this sweater vest (that I started over a year ago)
Also she is for sale if anyone is interested (I have not set a price nor have I finished weaving in ends but feel free to hit me up if you want the measurements 👀)
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sharpnothashtag · 5 years ago
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The Good Ship CrushWay, Chapter 27
Bev, exhausted from a day of surgery and tutoring, collapses in her bed.  Seven of Nine immediately enters her quarters.
Bev: We just had a 17 hour day, Seven.  What could you possibly need? Seven: I wanted to update you on the number of Borg we have in the recovery chamber. Bev: And that couldn’t wait until morning? Seven: There are surgeries in progress right now.  The number might change. Bev: FiNe. (is so tired she starts to change in front of Seven and prepare her bed for the evening) Seven: (in proper Seven fashion, unphased) We have 20 humanoids recovering from surgery right now.  Erin is able to speak in full sentences and sit up on her own now.  I predict she will make a full recovery. Bev: (wearing her blankets as capes) Splendid.  Now go away. Seven: (on autopilot, not budging) Counselor Troi reports that her counselors are beginning week 2 of their studies, and the results in conventional trauma volunteers are promising. Bev: (in the middle of a hot milk toddy, in a comfy nighty, sitting on the bed) Brilliant.  Leave. Seven: The Doctor--(interrupted by the sight of KJ coming out of the bathroom.  KJ sees the look on Bev’s face of pure exhaustion.) KJ: Seven, you’re dismissed.  That’s Starfleet for “Get out.” Seven: (as if back on Voyager) Yes, Captain. (turns and leaves)
KJ snickers and lays down next to a weary Bev.  Bev rolls over to face KJ.
Bev: Tell me about your trip here.  I’m really glad to see you. (small kiss)  KJ: (kisses back briefly) Bev, we can talk about that tomorrow when you’re not asleep with your eyes open. Bev: No, (yawn) no.  I want to know about your day.  What about your mother? (through a yawn) What did she say about u--(sleep)
KJ smiles.  She kisses Bev on the forehead as if to say, “Sleep well; I love you.”  She rolls over and tries to fall asleep.  As she does, visions of the last week fill her head.  She flashes back.
Gretchen Janeway: Katie.  My Katie. KJ: Hi, Mom.  (they hug for a while. from the hug)  GJ: I thought I’d never see you again. KJ: (confused) You’ve seen me since I got back from the Delta Quadrant. GJ: (incredulously) Are you forgetting you fought the Borg since then? KJ: Well...I, uh--I guess I forgot you knew about what was going on. GJ: (finally letting the hug go) Katie, I’m old, but I’m not blind.  Or deaf.  Do you know how many people ask me if we’re related when I’m out walking Rocco and Molly? (on cue, two large Irish setters emerge from behind the dog gate and tackle KJ) KJ: (laughing) I am so glad to see you guys!  (petting, loving on, and playing with them)  GJ: (sitting down on the floor) They’ve missed you so much. (Beat) She asks about you, you know? KJ: (a look as if her blood ran cold) You mean she woke up? GJ: It’s touch and go.  The last time she was awake, though, I told her how you were coming home. KJ: After all the damage done, she still remembers me. GJ: You’re her sister.  Of course she does. KJ: But her brain...it’s being eaten, cell by cell. GJ: You don’t have to put it that way. KJ: Yes, I do.  That’s what’s happening. GJ: Just because that’s the science of it doesn’t mean you have to actually phrase it that way.  KJ: What would you rather me say?  Hmm?  Would you rather me say that my baby sister tried to kill herself?  That she was dead for an hour?  That the doctors thought they saved her? GJ: They did save her, Kathryn. KJ: She had a stroke! GJ: One of their interns had asked to be in on the original surgery.  She wanted to know exactly how to repair a spine from that kind of fall.  She didn’t know she was sick. KJ: Is that supposed to make me feel better?   GJ: The intern was immediately terminated from her position.  Phoebe was supposed to make a full recovery.  They spent another full day in surgery to try to make sure they cleared all signs of the virus. KJ: Phoebe is literally being eaten alive, inside out, by an infection.   GJ: WHY do you have to say it like that?! KJ: BECAUSE. (struggling, trying not to sob) If I say it the way you want me to say it, I’m going to lose all my shit. GJ: (taking her to the couch gently.  Molly whines at KJ because she knows she’s upset.  KJ pets her absently and goes to the couch.  Molly hops up on the couch with her and tries to distract her.) Katie, come on.  Phoebe is dying, yes.  She won’t be with us anymore.  The way the doctors talk, it won’t be long now.  Before too long, she’ll be completely wasted away in front of us.  But the way I see it, this way, I get to say goodbye. KJ: What do you mean? GJ: If she would have succeeded, I would have never gotten the chance to tell her I love her one last time.  I never would have gotten to replicate her her favorite breakfast, or help her paint, or dictate a story she came up with.  I have cherished the last few years. And now that you’ve come home, I want you to cherish this time with her, too. KJ: What do I do? GJ: She’s your sister.  Treat her like you would normally. KJ: Okay.
GJ and KJ join hands.  They walk to a room.  The door opens on a very sick woman.  She’s completely emaciated; her collarbone juts out.  She’s in a lot of pain, but upon seeing KJ, she smiles broadly.   Rocco goes to her with a proud sense of loyalty.
Phoebe Janeway: Katie! KJ: (chuckling in spite of herself) Hey there, Pheebs.  (looking around, she sees a portrait of her, standing on a starship bridge with her hands on her hips.) What’s this? PJ: Didn’t you know? KJ: Know what? GJ: Oh, Katie.  You’d better sit down.
KJ in the present wakes up in tears.  She goes to the living area.  She replicates a fuzzy blanket and some coffee.  She takes a few sips of coffee and then, lying down on the couch, starts a few breathing exercises.  They don’t work, and she continues to try to cry quietly.
Bev wakes up to go to the bathroom.  When she sees KJ isn’t in bed, she gets up to look for her.
Bev: Kate? KJ: (sniffling) Yeah? Bev: (going to her on the couch)  Kate!  What’s wrong? KJ: (sobbing profusely) My sister killed herself because of me. Bev: What?  No.  (obviously still exhausted) What happened? KJ: Three years ago, when Voyager was declared lost, Starfleet command asked my sister to paint a portrait of me to hang at headquarters. She went up to the roof of her apartment building, and she began to paint. Hours later, when she was done, she sat back to look at the painting. My “death” weighed so heavily on her that she threw herself off the roof. Bev: Oh no, Kate.(stroking her hair) KJ: Someone found her immediately and got her to medical. Her spine and skull were severely fractured, but the doctors got right to it. One of the interns asked to assist in the surgery for first hand experience of how to fix a spine and skull that were so badly fractured. She didn’t realize she was very ill until halfway through the surgery. She became ill within a sterile environment with an extremely vulnerable patient unconscious before her. The doctors did all they could to clean her wounds out, but the day after her surgery was over, she had a massive stroke. The viral parasite was in place, and there was nothing they could do to remove it. Bev: Viral parasite? KJ: Basically, it’s a strain of a virus so vicious that it’s comparable to a parasite. (Bev nods) while I was home, she told me all this. Bev: and you think if you wouldn’t have left, she wouldn’t be like this. KJ: she would be alive and well and able to be my maid of honor if I get married. But she’s...not. She’s dead. (rocking back and forth, sobbing profusely) Bev: Computer, replicate weighted blanket, ten pounds, jersey knit. (Bev retrieves the blanket and places it over KJ’s shoulders. KJ relaxes a bit, but still collapses into a puddle of tears in Bev’s lap.) Kate, I am always going to be here for you. The late nights, the tears? I signed on for that, too. I will be there at the funeral, right by your side. Nothing is more important to me than you right now, right here. So cry all you need to. I’m going to shut up now and just hold you for as long as it takes. I love you.
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morsmordrehasbeensaved · 7 years ago
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CONGRATULATIONS ALYSSA, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS LILY EVANS WITH THE FACECLAIM OF SOPHIE TURNER!
We definitely had a hard time deciding on who would be the one to portray our wonderful Lily Evans, but in the end decided upon your application. You captured her personality and biography perfectly, but it was your additional info that pushed you over the finish line for us. We loved the way you described her boggart and patronus and the little quotes you added. We can not wait to see what you do with this character and to write with you!
Check out our acceptance checklist right here on what to do next!
♔ OUT OF CHARACTER INFO ♔
NAME/ALIAS:
Alyssa
AGE:
21 – My birthday is December 20!
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:
She/Her
TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY:
CST/GMT -6
Out of ten, I’d say that my activity is typically around an 8! I get on periodically throughout the day, and most evening/late nights. I am a college student, majoring in theatre, though, so this can all change depending on rehearsals, homework, and of course, whatever life decides to throw at me. I try to let people know if a particularly rough week is coming up!
TRIGGERS:
REMOVED.
ANYTHING ELSE:
REMOVED.
♔ IN CHARACTER INFO ♔
FULL NAME:
Lily Josephine Evans
-       Lily, for the ‘garden’ that her mother wanted through her children. The Evans family has always had a fairly large and beautiful garden in the back, something her mother started when she and her father moved in after getting married. She always intended to name her children for the blooms.
-       Josephine, the feminine version of her father – Joseph. Lily keeps her middle name to herself – most people know that she is Lily J. Evans, and she keeps it at that. She adores her father more than almost anyone in the world, and having a little almost secret between them keeps her grounded, especially when the world feels like it’s beginning to fall apart.
BIRTHDAY AND AGE:
Lily was born on January 30, 1960. It was the first good snow of that winter, a fact that made her birth rather eventful. Her father will tell anyone who will listen about driving through the streets of Cokeworth, trying to get to the hospital as the snowflakes ‘as big as my hand, really!’ came down.
Assuming that you’re starting near the beginning of the school year, Lily is seventeen. She knows that this technically makes her an adult in the wizarding world, but she’s a little freaked out as to what that means. The Prophets tells darker stories as the days go on, and while she knows that she won’t be sitting on the sidelines come graduation, she does wish that she had a little more time.
PRONOUNS:
She/Her
SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual, heteroromantic.
-       Note: I would love to explore the idea of Lily being demisexual/demiromantic, however, as someone who doesn’t have a ton of experience with that, I feel the need to do research, and explore more before fully diving into a portrayal. I don’t think it would be fair, given my limited knowledge base, to automatically put it on the application. It is something I’m interested in and will continue to study, and hope that it can be worked into Lily’s psyche as time goes on!
EXTRACURRICULARS:
I think that Lily’s extracurriculars are perfect!! (I really love that there’s a knitting club, also).
PERSONALITY TRAITS:
+ Quick-witted: Lily is always on her toes. While she might get herself into some tricky situations, and especially on the battlefield, her mind is constantly racing, thinking of not only her next move, but of what her opponent may respond with, and her best course of action following suit.
+ Talented: No one can deny Lily’s abilities. She received tremendous marks all throughout her Hogwarts education, and has been able to use that knowledge outside of the castle’s walls. She has an almost photographic memory, recalling small passages from text books and essays in the most vital of moments.
+ Kind: Lily genuinely cares for those close to her with her entire heart and being. She hates to see people hurting, and is very typically known to go above and beyond to make things right. In the end, it is her kindness for which she is remembered.
+Passionate: Matching her fiery mane, Lily’s passions burn bright and long. When she cares about something, anyone who will listen is bound to get an ear full. She refuses to stand for injustices, and is thankful to be able to stand up for herself, and all those like her.
-Too proud: Lily likes being intelligent, and enjoys knowing that she has accomplished great feats for her age. However, this can frequently come of as if she were bragging, or being a know it all. It’s not that she’s trying to do those things, but if she knows the correct way to do something, she’s going to make it known to those around her.
-Judgmental: First impressions mean a lot to Lily, and though she sometimes wishes she didn’t place so much on them, she does. Her first year at Hogwarts was eye opening, in a way. Everyone around her was judging her on her blood, her first actions in the classroom, and her early friends. Now, they’ve rubbed off on her.
-Sharp-tongued: Always saying what’s on her mind has gotten Lily into her fair share of trouble throughout recent years. She does not hold back, and a flowing vocabulary has leant itself to quick witted comebacks and insults. Those close to her have learned not to set her off, and if she is angered, to not take most things that come out of her mouth extremely personally.
BIOGRAPHY:
As a young girl, Lily’s life was spent in gardens. Her mother had dozens of flowers planted in the backyard, and Lily and Petnuia spent summer days chasing each other among the blossoms. Fall afternoons were spent under the shade of trees, trying to get the falling leaves to land on her. Winters were bundled and chilled as she dodged her sister’s snow balls, and a young Lily could be found climbing trees to find the perfect reading spot in the spring. The first years of her life came and went with the largest conflict being which sister got the larger cookie after dinner.
As Lily’s magic began to show, things started to change. Petunia started acting differently, and she found solace in the strange boy from up the hill. Severus and Lily grew close, and she was delighted when she received her Hogwarts letter. Leaving behind her family was hard, especially with her sister’s penchant for being spiteful, but nonetheless, Lily went. Her first years at Hogwarts were everything she hoped for. She thrived, made new friends, and quickly rose to the top of her class.
The later half of her years at school brought more difficulties than she could have ever known. Lines were beginning to be drawn, and Lily knew that soon she would be deposited right in the middle of a full out war. She tried to keep the struggles hidden from her family – her parents didn’t need to worry about this, and Merlin only knew how Petunia would respond. Her letters became shorter and shorter back home, and she began to take a stand. Her life was turning upside down as she lost friendships, and by seventh year, it seemed that even being Head Girl did not guarantee and sort of safety in the halls.
As time goes on, she gives her family little information on her future plans. To be fair, she didn’t really know what exactly it was that she wanted to do with her life. Keeping her family in the dark seems, to her at least, the best way to keep them safe. While they remain clueless, she continues to learn and train. Though nothing can prepare her for what is to come, she’ll get as close as possible in her time remaining in the castle.
A war is on the horizon, and Lily is going to be fighting.
ADDITIONAL INFO:
Some of this is from former accounts, some from former apps, but I think it all shows a wide array of how I think about Lily!
https://wallflower-lils.tumblr.com/post/159474830378/lily-evans-moodboard(the theme is a bit funky here, but scrolling through shows all the gifs!)
https://wallflower-lils.tumblr.com/post/159115880373/not-afraid-of-anything-lily-evans-musical
https://wallflower-lils.tumblr.com/post/156016019823/a-playlist-for-the-fiery-gryffindor-girl-001-when
https://wallflower-lils.tumblr.com/post/161451254003/what-if-its-us-a-musical-theatre-playlist
https://wallflower-lils.tumblr.com/post/161413494768/once-and-for-all-a-first-order-musical-theatre
Quotes: “Some days I wanna raise a little something more than heaven.”
“Have courage, be kind.”
“I’m tough, I’m ambitious, and I know exactly what I want.”
“Forget what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you.”
Wand: Lily’s wand is 10 ¼ inches, willow, swishy, and has a unicorn tail core. It is exceptionally good for her charms work, and makes for good healing spells. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it, hardly believing that something of this power could belong to her.
Boggart: Lily’s boggart has undergone quite a few changes since her first encounter with it. The first time she saw it in third year, it was a rather large bird coming after her (don’t ask – there was a bad experience as a child). As she grew and the world around her changed, so did her fears. By sixth year it had transformed into her friends tearing her down, calling her a mudblood, and spitting at her feet. It will continue to change after she graduates, growing to be those she loves and cares about in peril.
Patronus: It took Lily ages to be able to properly produce a patronus. It was just thin wisps for a good four months during seventh year. When she was finally able to get the full one out, she looked back at James gleefully, but his eyes were left wide. Looking back to where his eyes were fixated, she couldn’t quite understand why he seemed so shocked. It was just a doe after all. It was only later, when James produced his own stag, that she understood.
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