#evelyn foley

[juicylipsperson]

(I'm gonna cry if someone picks ben)

[snipers-eye]

ive decided to draw all of the solitaire characters

so i have three done, and now heres the extras!

Evelyn FOLEY ❤️

[pickledsprite]

if u had the chance to make a casting of solitaire film

who would u make the actors/actresses?

would u keep the same heartstopper cast?

I wouldn’t keep the same actors since I consider hstv and the books to be like alternate universes. So like yes they are the same characters.. but no they aren’t, yk?

I wish I could do Tori and Michael but I am wayyy too picky and I unfortunately can’t spawn human beings that look exactly like them !!! But Becky, Lucas, Evelyn and Ben are the exceptions lolll ^_^

Becky - Madelyn cline

Ben - Lorenzo zurzolo

Lucas - Lucas till

Evelyn - bella heathcote

I would still make changes obviously, like their eye colours 😊😊 maybe you guys can help me out with Tori and Michael??

[aliceosemansolos]

oh to have the special edition of solitaire!

[tv-moments]

Mayor of Kingstown

Season 2, “Drones”

Director: Stephen Kay

DoP: Stuart Campbell

[catastrxblues]

becky and evelyn having a full-on argument about harry potter ships at the start of solitaire will never be not funny to me

[thediamondarcher]

Evelyn laughs. “I’m just saying. Malfoy helps Harry in the end, right? He’s a nice guy deep down, yeah? So why does he bully Harry for seven years? Enormous. Closet. Homosexual.”

I just KNOW that (if hstv existed in the solitaire universe) Evelyn would be a Ben Hope defender and she'll be like "he's just a messed up guy, y'all just don't understand him"

[cursiveinkwords]

elimination time! this will consist of a ton characters from Solitare, and every round pick someone to eliminate until there are only a few characters left! this is just for overall best character ;)

[touloserrrr]

[behold-the-brave-battalion-17]

Evelyn: Where’d Tori go? 

Becky: I have an idea. *shouts* Charlie Spring sucks! 

Tori, distantly: Charlie is the best person ever! Fuck you! 

Becky: Found her.

[solitairequotes]

“If it’s so crap, then why does it make it into the charts?” asks Becky. Evelyn runs a hand through her hair. “Because we live in a commercialised world where everyone buys music just because someone else has.”

-𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 & 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟒𝟔)

[juicylipsperson]

Result for who's your favorite character in solitaire!!!!

1:Tori spring

2: Micheal holden

3:Charlie spring

4:Nick nelson

5:Oliver spring

6:Becky allen

7: Ben hope🤨🤨🤨

8: Evelyn foley

9:Jane Spring, Julio Spring, Lucas Ryan

10:Aaron Ryley

[snipers-eye]

becky ALLEN 💜

[pickledsprite]

The only girls ever

[inkstainedsins]

Updated version

FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT🌻

[libellule-ao3]

Today is Evelyne's birthday 🎂 ... And since I can't seem to stick to my own deadlines, the smutty OS that was supposed to celebrate it will be arriving in a few days.

In the meantime, here's a 900-word excerpt rated G, depicting Evelyne's melancholy as she spends her birthday alone, a day she's never really learned to celebrate.

(Pairing: Ominis x Evelyne-OFC ; Evinis)

The shears screech, biting into the thick, shiny stems of the climbing plant. Each stroke of the blade releases a smell of sap that perfumes the clammy air of the greenhouse, where ghostly green flashes are projected through the glass roof. Evelyne bends over, her figure bent by the weight of a weariness that seems bottomless.

Today is her birthday.

And nobody knows anything about it.

Not even her beloved Ominis.

He has been absent for several days, held up by an urgent mission from the Ministry that has taken him away from Marlborough.

When he told her he was leaving, Evelyne said nothing. She hadn't dared.

How could she?

She didn’t even know if the event was worth mentioning. After all, it wasn't her real birthday, just a date she'd been given.

October 30th.

She still remembered the day she became a naturalised British citizen in her fourth year at Hogwarts.

‘You need a date of birth for the papers,’ the Ministry employee told her.

He had let her choose, but she had remained silent, unable to work out which day might have such significance.

Perhaps the day Mirabel Garlick had broken her chains by dragging her out of Foley and Briar's cellar and into Hogwarts?

But alas! None of them could remember the exact date, so the young witch had chosen at random, like spinning a wheel. With a one in 365 chance that it was the real one.

She had never had a birthday before. A day to celebrate her coming into the world? It was a foreign notion, almost absurd.

Taken from her family by unscrupulous Muggles, she had spent her childhood under the yoke of their greed, her powers exploited and her body and mind abused and degraded. Every day was the same, a never-ending succession of orders and bullying, where a birthday was nothing more than an empty concept. No one had ever wished her a ‘happy birthday’, no one had ever thought of her as someone worthy of celebration. She never had a cake or wishes to blow out on the flame of a candle. All she could hope for was a mouthful of fresh bread with her broth. A luxury she tried not to dream of.

So today, how dare she feel this pang of regret? It almost makes her furious with herself. She knows Ominis would have bent over backwards if he'd known. He would have made this day special.

But she didn't tell him.

Because she doesn't want to disrupt his schedule...

Because she doesn't think she deserves such attention...

And yet, a little voice deep in her consciousness whispers just one desire: him, there, present. His warmth, his arms, that unshakeable tenderness to fill the silence of solitude.

This morning, Mirabel Garlick - her saviour, her mentor, almost a mother - had taken the trouble to send her a card. It was a simple but gentle gesture that warmed her heart, while at the same time shedding a harsh light on her isolation. After finishing her studies, Evelyne devoted her whole life to the project of creating a botanical garden, driven as much by passion as by the need to be financially independent as a woman who could not benefit from any family support. This had distanced her from Imelda, one of the few people she considered a friend, who was chasing her own dreams on a broom.

Her current freedom, which is the envy of many of her contemporaries, should be enough to satisfy her, she keeps telling herself. But every time she prunes a stem, every time the bitter smell of sap enters her nostrils, sadness returns. It seeps into her thoughts, making her clumsy, less precise. Her hands tremble slightly, and the witch struggles to stay focused on her work.

What was the point of having a birthday if no one even knew it existed?

What was the reason for hoping for something she never had?

She sighs. Maybe that’s all she can look forward to today: the constant hum of her surroundings, and the nagging frustration of wanting something she’ll never dare ask for.

Suddenly, a hissing noise disturbs the dull peace of the greenhouse. Evelyne stands still, her fingers clutching the stem she is about to cut, her eyes searching for the source of the noise. A long form undulates between the terracotta pots, the cut leaves, the tangled vines and the fallen earth. The oily sheen of its scales is revealed in the diffuse light, a deep, almost unreal black. Evelyne is no longer breathing. A primal fear petrifies her body.

That snake... It has nothing to do with those who rid her of pests, thanks to Ominis who negotiated a harmonious cohabitation, despite his reluctance to use the Parseltongue that reminded him of the darkness of his roots - even though this language bewitched Evelyne, awakening in her a visceral desire.

That snake there... It looks dangerous. Aggressive... Perhaps even venomous.

Her breath hitches, each inhalation tears at her lungs.

Don't make any sudden moves!

Do not flee!

The animal snakes along with treacherous slowness, its forked tongue tasting the damp air, until its eyes, like two garnets, lock on Evelyne. Its target, apparently!

And then... a voice, refined and commanding.

‘Stay calm and don't move, my dear.’

Her heart misses a beat.

Ominis?

A/N: I hope you'll forgive any possible grammar mistakes (ESL writer).