#ch: paige

[llama--plumbobsims]

happy pride!

[cass1x1]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. | carter + paige o_o

@gerrykecy

It wasn't a surprise when Paige's office door clicked open. She'd expected Carter would want to have words with her, after their day. Maybe this was even the breaking point for them. Though they'd begun to enjoy their help and--well, appreciate their company on a personal level, she had no illusions that they might feel the same way.

It was somewhat surprising that the door closed with a loud thud instead of a soft snick. And even more surprising that when she looked up, Carter wasn't looking apologetic or nervous. They looked furious. "Evening," she said softly, putting down her pen and gently closing her laptop. She wasn't sure what else to say--breakups had always been hard seemed a foolish thought, though it forced its way into her mind--so she waited for Carter to proceed.

She didn't have to wait long. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" they asked, voice shaking with what Paige had to assume was barely-contained rage.

Paige pressed her lips together. "I'm sure--"

"No," they interrupted. "I want an answer. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Their hands remained at their sides, but Paige didn't miss the way they'd balled them into fists, holding them so tight their knuckles were white. They seemed to be vibrating with a sort of ineffable energy. Paige had seen that energy before, but never like this. Never so intense, so dark, so directed.

Despite her best efforts, resentment shot through her, hot and unwelcome. She'd never asked them to join her, had tried to warn them against it. How dare they get mad at her for being put in danger by something she'd made clear was dangerous? What happened to buyer beware? "You'll have to be more specific, then," she said, calmly and more than a little sarcastically. "I've had a long day, and my self-esteem isn't precisely shining at the moment."

They stepped up to the desk, hands curling on the chair she'd begun to think of as theirs, still white-knuckled. They made no move to pull it out or sit. She wondered if perhaps she should stand, but thought better of it. "You're a smart person. You know what that man has done, especially to women, for less than the reasons he might have to hurt you. You know what getting rid of you would do for him, and for a lot of people he owes money to. You know there's a fucking bounty on your head. And you still went to meet him. At night. In an abandoned parking lot that screams murder-site. So what the fuck is wrong with you?"

There was no reasonable defense for accusations which were true. Paige told herself this when she had no other recourse--that because she was telling the truth, there would be no out for the people at the center of her story. Her resentment only grew at the fact that this was being turned on her now. Her voice growing smaller, as though she could out-quiet them, she gave the only answer she could. "He promised me information if--"

This time, instead of interrupting, Carter slammed their fist on her desk. Hard. The sound startled her. It seemed to startle them, too. Their eyes were shining, almost glowing, with that same buzzing energetic intensity she'd noticed when they walked in. They seemed detached, just a little bit, from the normal binds of reality. Paige wasn't scared of them exactly--that they wouldn't hurt her, they were fairly certain--but it unsettled her. Maybe that was what they wanted. Still, when they spoke, their voice was the same level as when they had come in. Loud enough to be unmistakable, but still quiet enough that no one outside the room would hear. "You could have been killed. Or hurt so bad you would want to be killed."

"I'm aware of the risks." Her tone was arch, like they were discussing some sort of daring hobby rather than late-night, abandoned parking lot meetings with men whose body counts totaled in the dozens.

That answer didn't soothe Carter. If anything, it maybe made it worse. They pulled their hand back to the chair, purposefully and pointedly relaxing their grip. They tilted their head up as though to ask the heavens for something, and then closed their eyes. It was, Paige understood immediately, an effort to calm themself down. She wasn't sure she deserved it, but she was grateful nonetheless.

"You could have been killed, Paige. If I hadn't been--if I hadn't been there, and very lucky, you would have been killed. And if you do something this stupid again, and I'm not there..."

What she wanted to say was that she wouldn't. It was strange--she'd never let anyone stop her before. Not when she knew what she had was important. But giving Carter some peace of mind seemed important too, now. The problem was that it would be a lie, and she suspected they knew that. "I--" She searched for something else. "I'm sorry it scared you."

"That's not--" They did it again: looking up to the sky. Maybe they did want some divine intervention. If the tension in the room hadn't been so painful, she might've laughed at that. "I'm not mad that you scared me. I mean, I am, but I'm not just mad that you scared me. I'm mad that you threw yourself into a situation you knew was dangerous, and I'm mad that you probably do it when I'm not with you just as much as when I am, and you don't have anyone looking out for you. Least of all yourself."

She answered before she had time to consider the words or stop herself. "You're looking out for me, aren't you?"

Carter ran their hands over their face rough enough to distort their features for a moment. "I'm trying," they said. It almost sounded more like they were speaking to themself or her. "God help me, I'm trying."

Once again, the urge to chuckled bubbled inside her, but she kept it down. "I'll...I will try to tell you, then. Before I do something dangerous. Will that help you?"

They parted their fingers to look at her. Some of that buzzing energy seemed to have dissipated out of them. "It's a start."

[star-spangled-man]

between marvel throwing aubrey plaza's freaky fruity rio vidal and florence pugh's yelena belova with that gay little haircut in the span of less than 7 days, I have lots of feelings and none of them are straight

[wyatthaliwells]

Paige Matthews Charmed, 5x09 —"Sam, I Am"

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[telephonestalker]

While we don’t get full comics anymore, at least the art looks great

[coleramse]

[you know, paige was wrong. she should have stayed.] i don't think she was wrong. she got out.

[founderscouncil]

MADISON PAIGE (@haloedcrown) asked " can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? "

He feels out of place here amongst the other students, a lukewarm beer in his hand as he watches the rest of them dance and let loose beside him. It's meant to be a party, and so far everyone else seems to be having a good time. Well everyone but-

"Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone?"

His wolf clocks her before his human mind does, which is the only reason why he doesn't jump at the sudden interruption of his brooding thoughts, but it does take a second for his mouth to catch up. "Uh... yeah, sure."

It's not the first time he's been approached for this before. He's tall and fit, intimidating at first glance, and he's not so bad looking if he says so himself. Immediately, his eyes swivel around to find said ex, expecting another burly meathead type who didn't know how to respect a no, but he falters when he spots an auburnette who is half his size storming up to them.

"Uh... wait..."

[the-brows-of-knowledge]

if you watch shows and movies on netflix with google chrome, I absolutely recommend the language reactor extension. It allows fully customizable interactive subtitles for language learning while watching shows. So it's a great combo of reading and listening comprehension.

It let's you highlight any word in the official subtitles to get the meaning, and you can additionally add furigana/hiragana or romaji (hiragana >>>>>>>>>>>> romaji) on top of the subtitles. There's also an option to only show hiragana subtitles if you're just starting to learn hiragana. And you can toggle whether the translation for the full subtitle is shown underneath the subtitle or not.

And it works for anyone that isn't a first-language english speaker, as there's human translations for a lot of languages! It also works for learning other languages that aren't japanese as well, though I haven't tried them. It's a super great for learning vocabulary and kanji.

(additional note, I only just discovered it works on youtube too! you'll want to pick a video that has non auto-generated subtitles in the language you want to learn though)

it's poor form to air your petty grievances with someone when it comes out they did something actually bad. save that for companies, like when you learn duolingo removed kanji from its beginner's japanese courses as part of their collab with crunchy roll

[cultfic]

he'd come looking for his sister, well known for drowning her sorrows and grief in the solace of hard liquor but perhaps he'd missed her and she'd decided to add silence and isolation to her list of requirements. perhaps the lack of real involvement on his part is due to his father being the one requesting he heads out into the cold winter night and brings her back, but after a quick glance around, lee decides to make for the closest barstool, nods in paige's direction, lets out a heavy sigh and places his hat by his side. something of a local celebrity among the patrons, he returns the offered greetings and flashes a tired smile at the waitress, placing the usual order for beer. ❝  you got any siblings, paige?  ❞

sc. @wtrss

[sunny-ghost]

7. How does your character handle failure or setbacks? Are they resilient or easily discouraged?

For your meanest oc :0

From @whumpinthepot

Hello, thank you for the ask!

My meanest oc (without it being a villain that contains spoilers lol) has to be Paige from my wip, "The Oakwood Mansion". She's easily frustrated, and depending on the importance of the setback/failure, she'll release her anger by boxing, or lash out (physically or verbally) at someone else involved.

Despite this, she's very resilient - the frustration pushing her forward. She's the type of person who won't stop trying to fix the issue bothering her, even if everyone else tells her to stop/take a break.

[llama--plumbobsims]

happy pride!

ib this post by @kingfakey

[cass1x1]

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one. | carter + paige!

@gerrykecy injury tw, violence tw, concussion tw (obviously), brief gun mention...

When Paige's eyes finally cooperate with her mind and open, she's met with such a searing brightness that it hurts, and they are instantly forced back closed. It's only Carter's whispered, "Fuck," that rouses them back open. The fact that she can place Carter's voice but not where she is or why her head hurts seems like a problem for later. Carter moves, which looks like a blur that Paige can hardly stand to look at, and suddenly they're over her. Or she thinks they are. She's having a hard time looking, and an even harder time orienting. "Fuck, boss, you really scared me there." They're trying to sound lighthearted, but there's a strain in their voice that undercuts the fake tone.

"Sorry," she mumbles. She moves her hands to try to prop herself up, but somehow that hurts too.

Her eyes flit back closed again and then she's sure Carter's over her because their hands slide under her back, pulling her upright and into their chest. "No, no, no, hey, stay with me," they whisper, in a little rhythm like a mantra. She can feel their heart beating erratically against her cheek, faster than can possibly be good for them. It's panic, she thinks. So she tries to open her eyes again, feeling the way they sag a little against her cheek when she succeeds.

She's having a hard time looking at anything, but she thinks she's in a living room. Not hers. Carter's, maybe. She's never been to their place and they've closed the curtains and dimmed the lights--thank god--but it feels like it might be theirs. It's certainly not where she remembers being last. At the garage, trying to tail the guy with the--"The files." She stiffens in their arms, though she can't quite muster the energy to sit up. "What happened?"

"They were…" Carter seems to struggle with this answer. It's so unlike them to equivocate like this that it sets her on edge. "Ruined. He hit you pretty hard with his gun and I was worried he was going to do worse so I…" They trail off, and Paige genuinely cannot imagine an end to that sentence that makes any sense. "I knocked him out and drove off but the files were on the ground and the car tore them up."

It's a setback, but her headache takes precedence over her ability to be upset about it. Those were only copies, to the best of her knowledge. They can still get the originals if they can get into the Patrick offices. "Crap," is the most response she can manage. Gently, they lower her back against the back of the couch she's on, so she's upright. They're stronger than she would've expected, for someone so scrawny. It would be impressive, if she could focus long enough to be impressed. They squat in front of her and stare, really stare. They stare right in her eyes with an intensity she doesn't quite understand. "What?"

They squint, then they hold up a finger. "Can you follow my finger with your eyes, boss?"

"What?"

They move their finger to one side, and then all the way to the other. She tries to follow it, bu it hurts and her eyes squeeze shut again. "Fuck," they mutter. "Hospital it is."

"What?" It's like they're only letting her hear half the conversation, the other half evidently in their head. She can no more follow it than she could follow their weird finger thing. It's almost familiar what they're doing, but something is missing.

They sigh and reach back under her, this time scooping her up. "You have a concussion, and that's outside my skill-set, boss. Hospital it is."

Paige doesn't even remember being hit, though she understood from their earlier description that she was. But a concussion? It's out of the question. That could mean no writing and no research for days. Weeks, even. "No. What? No. I'm--"

"If you say fine, I'll drop you right now," they say, that tone once again almost teasing, if it weren't for how tight it sounded. She lets them cut her off, though, because she's not sure how she'll fare walking at the moment, what with how dizzy having her eyes open makes her. Plus, embarrassingly, she kind of likes being carried by them. "That's what I thought. Do you think you can stay awake while I drive? I don't want to call an ambulance."

She nods. then, slow as her mind seems to be working, something occurs to her. "Can you tell them it was just a mugger?"

It's their turn not to understand right away. "What?"

"The guy that hit me with his gun." She doesn't remember it happening, still, which almost can't be a good sign, but she still has enough sense for this. "Can you tell them I was mugged? I don't want--if they try to call the cops or get a statement or anything--"

They catch on, thankfully. "Yeah, fine. We were out and you got mugged and I scared him off doing worse. That works for me."

She's suddenly so tired again, but she told them she'd stay awake, so she just nuzzles a little into their chest and breathes deep, trying to keep her mind easy enough to keep her word.

[star-spangled-man]

fave character on GOT at the moment??

oh uh yeuh well. I liked lady (dead), jory (dead), syrio (dead), ned (dead)

so yeah looking good for me!!

ask me my favourite anything

[taintedbloodlines]

where did all the trees go that were here before?   Paige @ bonnie

( change and growth )

" --- are you sure there were trees?" Bonnie asked as she looked around her. She was trying to find any thing that seemed familiar, that she could call a landmark. She then looked back at Paige. "Or maybe we haven't been here before. Maybe we are lost." Not exactly a comforting thought.

[silencedrage]

MADISON PAIGE ( @haloedcrown ) said ❛ we don't talk about that. ❜

Frankie paused as she looked down at the photo she had flipped to absentmindedly. A poster of a movie that Madison had done at the very start of her career. It was one that Frankie had watched plenty of times herself, but there was an expression on Madison's face that made her stomach twist. "Okay, we don't have to talk about it," Frankie replies easily, not pressing the issue and instead just closing the photo album that had inadvertently led them down memory lane. There were still these parts of Madison's life that Frankie didn't pry into, because that is for Madison to share if or when she feels like it.

She sets the photos aside and crosses the room to take a seat next to the redhead. Her legs sling over her lap and she tucks her head into the crook between Madison's neck and shoulder, crimson hair falling like a silky curtain over her. "When's the next time you fly out?"