#fc: sarah gadon

[eddysocs]

Pray You Might — Chapter One (A Dire Decision)

Summary: Carol arrives at Briarcliff against her wishes. Left there with no way out, she knows she can’t fight her way back to her old life, so she resigns herself to her fate. For now.

Word Count: 1,068

Warnings: Period Typical Homophobia

Carol watched out the window as the trees seemed to fly by them as her brother drove. "Thank you," Carol said, out of the blue.

"Don't thank me," Daniel said, hoping he was able to mask the guilt in his voice.

"Why not? Without you, I'd be, oh hell, I don’t know where I’d be. I don’t even dare to think about it. You’re the only one that supported me through all this, Danny. I know I’ve caused the family some grief, but I think we're out of the woods now, wouldn’t you say?"

And out of the woods they were, physically speaking, as the trees thinned out and a massive and foreboding stone building was revealed in the clearing. She knew where they were, she realized with a shudder. It had been in all the newspapers and on television when this place opened up as a sanitarium two years ago. This was Briarcliff. And Daniel was slowing the car down.

"Daniel, what are we doing here," Carol asked, a panic rising up her throat, causing her voice to go up an octave.

"I’m sorry, Carol. I really am, but this all has to stop. After we found you with—" Daniel wouldn’t say it, she knew he wouldn’t. He’d stopped mid sentence as he turned in the driveway. "Anyways, after that, mom and dad, they couldn’t see you carry on that way anymore."

"And so they roped you into taking me here? Daniel, don’t you know how insane that is?" Had this been normal circumstances, the two would have shared a laugh at the unintentional pun, but not this time. Not in a situation this dire.

"Don’t— please don’t make this any harder than it has to be. It’s only for a few months. Then you can come home. You’ll be the old you again," he tried to assure, but Carol was anything but assured.

"'The old me', what’s that supposed to mean," she spat, no longer holding back any emotion. "The old me, as you so put it, was a repressed, timid little mouse of a girl. I find a modicum of independence and sexual liberation and you’re all ready to throw me in a nuthouse? One day you’ll see this for the cruelty it is, Daniel. You’ll regret the day you ever brought me here."

Daniel pulled the car to a stop at the door and got out. Carol was past reasoning with. Their parents knew the only way she’d get in the car was with her brother, and they’d been right, but he felt used. What if Carol was right? What if this wasn’t what she needed? Had they gotten it all wrong? Daniel stopped at the back of the car as he began to doubt himself. He almost got back in to drive off with Carol, until he heard her scream.

"No, get off of me! You will not take me out of this car! Daniel!" But Daniel was frozen as the orderlies dragged her out. He wanted to help her, tell the men to get their hands off his sister, but he couldn’t move.

Finally, Carol was wrestled free from the car. Daniel still watched on in horror as she struggled against the orderlies as they attempted to restrain her. "I’ll be back for you, Carol," Daniel was finally able to call out to her. She only screamed his name in response as she was taken inside. A tear rolled down Daniel's cheek as he walked around the car again to get in and drive off. "I’m sorry," he muttered to himself. "I’m so sorry."

As Carol adjusted her vision to the darkness inside of Briarcliff, she took in her surroundings. She was in a foyer with a grand staircase unlike any she’d ever seen before. "Staircase to Heaven, I call it. It is remarkable, isn’t it," a voice asked, though the question was rhetorical. Carol peeled her eyes away from the staircase, bringing her line of sight back down until she came face to face with the woman who’d spoken.

The woman before Carol had an air of authority about her. She wore a habit, her blonde hair neatly pinned back beneath the wimple. It was clear that she held a position of power within Briarcliff. "I'm Sister Jude," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a mixture of sternness and compassion. "Welcome to Briarcliff Manor. I trust you'll find our facility...enlightening."

Carol's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to gather her composure. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had to stay strong. "Thank you, Sister Jude," she replied, her voice slightly shaky, yet she wasn’t going to let her emotions rule her right now. "But I must insist, there's been a mistake. I shouldn't be here."

Sister Jude raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by Carol's protest. "Mistakes are not made at Briarcliff, my dear. We are here to provide care and rehabilitation for individuals with troubled minds. And from what I've been told, your mind is in need of some guidance."

Carol's eyes narrowed with defiance. "I am not insane, Sister. I may have made mistakes, trusted the wrong people, but I am not mentally ill."

Sister Jude's lips curled into a cold smile. "Oh, dear child, denial is a common defense mechanism, especially prior to treatment. Many of our patients arrive here believing they are perfectly sane. But rest assured, our methods will help reveal the truth to you."

Carol's heart sank as she realized the magnitude of her situation. It seemed futile to argue further. She took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for whatever lay ahead. "What...what happens now?"

Sister Jude's expression softened slightly, her eyes showing only a mere glimmer of sympathy. "Now— Carol is it? —we begin your evaluation and treatment. We will uncover the depths of your perversion and help you to confront your demons. But fear not, for the ultimate goal is healing and redemption."

Carol scoffed, hardly audible, as she glanced back at the grand staircase. A sense of dread washed over her. She had been thrown into a labyrinth of darkness, surrounded by who knows how many haunted souls within Briarcliff's walls. Was she to become one of them and lose all her sense of self until her family saw fit that she was 'cured'? Not if she had anything to say about it.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

-> Chapter Two

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Carol Summers: @lilmonsterbxtch, @hallospaceboyy, @hermosoharry, @iticaboopsyou, @bowiesdaughter

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Tags continued: Part 2

@pscentral event 17: vibrance ↳ POLYAMORY COLOURS: Jon/Daenerys/Arya/Aegon

On the Seventh day of the Seventh month of the year 307 AC, House Targaryen united with House Stark in a double wedding between Queen Daenerys to Jon Stark and Prince Aegon to Arya Stark. That these were love matches is not in doubt. But rumors of a deeper love extending between the four of them can be disregarded as nothing more than rumor.

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[apinchofm]

The Shephards - Chapter 17

"I just met Sally Rooney. I did not realise she was a creature." Stella said casually.

"Daemon." Phoebe supplied. She knew the reclusive author was a friend of Aisha's. 

"Ah." 

Taglist:

@dreamofme9 @lucasbarr @beautifulsoulsublime @butternuggets-blog @basketcase1880 @yourmomsgrandmother @phoebe36

[fcsources]

ahh! i love love LOVE your fc suggestions, and i also love your mascot sasha luss. do you have any suggestions for siblings (older or younger, any gender) for her? thanks!!

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! awh, thanks so much, peach!! 🥰 isn't sasha just the cutest? she does have a pretty unique bone structure, and i think a lot of my suggestions are kind of... squint and tilt your head. so there are more than i'd usually offer, and i hope you can find some you like!!

Aaron Johnson ( 1990, actor )

Abigail Cowen ( 1998, actress )

Annabelle Wallis ( 1984, actress )

Anthony Ingruber ( 1980, actor )

Benedict Samuel ( 1988, actor )

Brianne Howey ( 1989, actress )

Caleb Landry Jones ( 1989, actor )

Cameron Monaghan ( 1993, actor )

Camille Cregan ( 1991, actress )

Chloe Rose Robertson ( 2002, actress )

Cody Fern ( 1988, actor )

Eamon Farren ( 1985, actor )

Evan Rachel Wood ( 1987, actress )

Hunter Schafer ( 1998, actress )

Jacob Pitts ( 1979, actor )

Jamie Campbell Bower ( 1988, actor )

Jedidiah Goodacre ( 1989, actor )

Jessica Alexander ( 1999, actress )

Joe Cole ( 1988, actor )

Julie Benz ( 1972, actress )

Kennedy Walsh ( 2000, influencer with acting roles )

Laura Vandervoort ( 1984, actress )

Lily Rabe ( 1982, actress )

Lucky Blue Smith ( 1998, model with acting roles )

Matthias Schweighöfer ( 1981, actor )

Mike Faist ( 1992, actor )

Ryan Kelley ( 1986, actor )

Sarah Gadon ( 1987, actress )

Siobhan Williams ( 1992, actress )

Talulah Riley ( 1985, actress )

Tilly Keeper ( 1997, actress )

Trevor Van Uden ( 1990(?), actor )

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Tags continued: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

asoiaf & preasoiaf women

[savingthrcw]

I'm not writing yet because my body is too tired (but my mind wants to), so I'm just gonna say that despite not liking alt fcs because to me the character's face is permanently linked to the character (ironically for a nearly face-blind person) I'm thinking Sarah Gadon as one for Cressida, because then I'd have icons of her showing MORE expressions AND of a woman not dressed in the way they chose for her to signal she was a bully before they decided to give her more material? link to the page for the images but

correct age/forehead/hair from the movies Belle and Dracula Untold ? (at least I think they are movies)

[westeroslive]

Can I have some fcs for the remaining Targs?

of  course,  my  sweet!  lily  james,  phoebe  dynevor,  pamela  tome,  sarah  snook,  milly  alcock,  anya  taylor  joy,  anita  briem,  emma  d'arcy,  lola  petticrew,  alexandra  dowling,  alicia  agneson,  alicia  vikander,  alicia  von  rittberg,  ann  skelly,  ella  purnell,  eloise  smyth,  emilia  clarke,  emilia  schule,  emily  blunt,  emma  rigby,  evan  rachel  wood,  gabriella  wilde,  freya  mavor,  imogen  poots,  jessica  madsen,  jodie  comer,  kathryn  newton,  ksenia  solo,  lea  seydoux,  lucy  boynton,  louisa  jacobson,  margot  robbie,  morfydd  clark,  noemie  schmidt,  rebecca  ferguson,  rosamund  pike,  sarah  gadon,  or  samara  weaving.

[asongoficeandfancasts]

Tags continued: Part 1

fancasting targaryen women

[dear-indies]

Could you please offer some alternate fcs to Yael Grobglas? I remembered her from watching Jane the Virgin and liked her vibe for a character. After looking at her instagram though, she is not even trying to hide how much she supports Israel.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans - has posted pro Palestine content!

Meryem Uzerli (1983) Turkish.

Vanessa Lengies (1984) Egyptian / German - is genderfluid and bisexual.

Annabelle Wallis (1984) - has posted pro Palestine content!

Jessica Harmon (1985) English, French-Canadian, Italian, Mi’kmaq.

Rachel Skarsten (1985)

Jemima West (1987)

Munroe Bergdorf (1987) Afro Jamaican / English - is trans - has posted pro Palestine content!

Jessica Rothe (1987) Ashkenazi Jewish / German, Scottish, English.

Sarah Gadon (1987)

Nicola Coughlan (1987) - has posted pro Palestine content!

Brianne Howey (1989)

Elizabeth Lail (1992)

Ella-June Henrard (1993)

Lily Mae Harrington (1993)

Hope this helps!

[eddysocs]

What was the moment, when Sister Jude realized she might have a feelings for Carol Summers? 🌸

I wish I knew, anon. I wish I knew. Besides the very beginning of her story, and the last quarter or so of it, the middle is a mystery even to me. *Cracks Knuckles* Okay, author's note out of the way, let’s make shit up!

Carol does like to aggravate Jude. Purposefully dropping flirty comments her way, pushing the limits of her faith and her morality, both of which Carol has her doubts about. It wears on her over time. Now, that’s not how she falls in love with her, but it’s a step towards it. It makes Jude question things.

I think the moment that Jude really realizes her feelings is in their first frank conversation. Jude has started to trust her, take her jibes and flirtation as a challenge. And Jude decides to be vulnerable with her, tell her what happened that brought her to where she is now. And when Carol listens, doesn’t judge and just lets her bare her soul to her, Jude starts to see something real between them. Now, do I think she recognizes that as it’s happening? No, I sort of doubt that, but upon reflection, that’s the moment she’ll say started it all.

(All of this ⬆️ actual plot stuff was just made up as I typed, but yeah, essentially, this is how I could see it going.)

Carol Summers: @hallospaceboyy, @hermosoharry, @iticaboopsyou, @bowiesdaughter

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[illbringthechaosmagic]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐔N

———  BASICS!

NAME:  Indie

PRONOUNS: she/her 

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single

———  THREE  FACTS!

I am a scientist in my real life, working in the biomedical research sector. It’s not always easy given I work for a small company but it is a dream job nonetheless

I am a big Disney fan. I’ve first visited Disney World when I was 18 months old and since then, I’ve been lucky enough to visit nearly every year and have currently visited 2 of the parks around the world (will be 3 in October)

I have been lucky enough to meet some of my heroes including 3 Doctors from Doctor Who. 

———  EXPERIENCE!

PLATFORMS USED: I have used a lot of different ones over my years but I mainly use Tumblr and Discord now

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I tend to prefer memes for starting off writing as I sometimes lose interest if I plot something out too much. I like the surprises that come with winging it. Though that doesn’t mean to say I won’t plot ever. I just prefer to use memes and see where it leads.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE!

GENDER: I have a mixture of guys and gals, though I do tend to write a lot more guys I’ve noticed. 

MULTI OR SINGLE: I have both a single muse blog (Wanda) and a multimuse, though I have considered every now and again to just merge the two. I end up not doing it because I would need to do a pretty big overhaul and sometimes it’s nice just to have Wanda on her own since she is my main muse. 

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I don’t really have any least favourites, though there is one fc I tend to have a bad feeling about - Sarah Gadon. Nothing against the actress, just some bad experiences. Other than that, I’d say that I don’t really like people writing as real people (ie actors using that actors face) and I can be a little iffy writing against cartoon muses, but that’s mainly preference.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: Yes gimme fluff - but there are times where fluff just isn’t enough, I need a little bit more to it. 

ANGST: Gimme a mixture of angst and fluff and I will love you forever XD no but really, I love angsty threads that lead into fluff. 

SMUT : I do enjoy writing smut for sure, but there are times when I tend to lose interest, hence why I might drop a thread after a while.

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[hiddenwashington]

anonymous said: fcs for meredith grey? <3

sure thing! for meredith, we can rec katheryn winnick, fiona gubelmann, janel parrish, sarah gadon, meaghan rath, blake lively, jessica parker kennedy, monica raymund, sarah michelle geller, emily vancamp, jessica lucas, meghann fahy, sophie cookson, lenora crichlow, phillipa soo, and merritt patterson!

[youngfcs]

Cib, você tem indicações de fcs entre 28-36 anos com cara de rica bem old money? Elas iam ser melhores amigas, tipo aquela dupla que não se separa, uma loira e a outra morena, a loira ia ter a vibe bem o esteriótipo da loira milionária e mimada, mas no fundo é um amor, e a morena ia ser mais simpática e fofa, mas com cara de mulherão.

Hmmm, vou ver se consigo achar algumas opções que se encaixem <3 espero que goste!

01:

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (28-36)

Sarah Gadon (27-36)

Taylor Swift (25-33)

Betty Gilpin (28-36)

Carlson Young (24-32)

02:

Emeraude Toubia (26-34)

Irina Shayk (29-37)

Katie McGrath (31-39)

Laysla de Oliveira (24-31)

Olivia Culpo (24-30)

(cib)

[vecnasrevengerp]

welcome home JOANNE FOREMAN (sarah gadon fc)

hope you brought your tissues with you! be sure to check in at home or to your hotel and don’t forget to always look over your shoulder. this is hawkins, after all.

[ SARAH GADON, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER) When’s the last time anyone heard  anything about JOANNE FOREMAN? Old friends remember them as SHARP &  HUMOROUS but also DRAINED & ABRASIVE, no wonder  they’re still known as THE MEDIA MACHINE around town. Today, in 2006, they are 38and some people say they remind them of worry wrinkles far too deep for one’s age; an average of six cups of coffee a day;  a cloud of smoke following your every step; an unquenchable thirst for peace of mind.

 BIOGRAPHY

tw: death and injury

the artist formerly known as ‘joanie’, simply ‘jo’ or even ‘jojo’, now goes by her government name of joanne foreman. funny, how things change. had someone dared to call her joanne in 1988 rest assured she would’ve made them pay. but alas.

born and raised in hawkins, without ever having spent more than a few weeks away at christian summer camps and the like, joanie grew up with the firm belief that her parents had to have been the most boring people on earth. not that there isn’t some truth to it, it’s just that now she’s become equally boring, so what does it matter. she used to resent them for living that picture perfect life, with their little nuclear family in a big house on elm street, living the dream of their generation. the older she gets, the less despicable that idea seems.

joanie’s dreams used to be bigger than that, used to not fit anymore. no space in that big fucking house for her to let her imagination run wild. comparing her childhood home to that measly rat’s nest of an apartment she lives in in new york, well, she rather thinks she shouldn’t have taken it for granted.

growing up with a perfect older sister and a perfect younger brother, joanne’s the middle child so it was to be anticipated that she’d come out of that house a little fucked up, right? ‘who knows what went wrong with that one’ their neighbours used to wonder when she‘d storm out the house after another explosive argument with her parents. the way she dressed, her hair, the sort of music she listened to defied everything her parents deemed proper and good, everything they’d worked for, shattering their perfect image. not that jo was doing it actively rebel against their lifestyle - not that she wasn’t enjoying this unintended rebellion, either. it was the late 80s in the middle of buttfuck, indiana - well, what else was there to do except be a disruptor and nuisance to her parents? cause a little trouble?

despite being somewhat of an outcast she, amazingly, sailed through school with flying colours - the only reason her parents didn’t disown her, she suspects - and decides against college, scores a gig at the hawkins post. not that college is completely out of the picture, it’s just that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. like, at all. she’s been interning at the post since sophomore year - a classic case of her dad knowing someone who was friends with the wife of a guy who could put in a good word - so what’s the harm in gathering some work experience before she embarks on the long-awaited greyhound busride outta here?

it buys her some time, so wherever she decides to go, she won’t arrive as lost as she’s feeling right now. she even gets treated a little less shitty by her employers, so that’s a win. though she’s never been treated particularly bad, either. jo likes to think her more adrogynous nature and her ‘i won’t take any bullshit’ attitude contributes to that. maybe also the fact that she’s got pictures of tom holloway kissing his college aged girlfriend. a little blackmail never hurt anyone.

so there she is for a couple months, in charge of brewing coffee, sorting through the rough drafts of stories and news, discarding the many … batshit crazy clues people are calling in. those can go to the weekly watcher. she’s never bought the bullshit about the town being ‘cursed’ or whatever, it’s just a small town, there was nothing more to it. people were bored and inventing stories. it was getting ridiculous at this point.

especially in spring break of ‘86, the  crazy seemed to reach a whole nother level of … well, crazy. first, the murders. jo had never talked to him much - yeah, she’d been a loner but, like, not a fucking nerd at least - but eddie munson had never seemed like the type of guy to brutally kill some cheerleader to get revenge on his bullies or whatever. but things weren’t looking good for him. even if you gave him the benefit of the doubt … well, there wasn’t much doubting. seemed pretty clear. munson murdered that cunnigham kid, for whatever reason. however, jo didn’t buy into that ‘he was leading a devil worshipping cult’ shit. it was dnd. just a nerdy dice game.

with things becoming more … well, for lack of a better word, interesting around town, jo was considering extending her break before college, maybe investigative journalism could be her thing. and so, to do some investigating - mainly to visit her neighbours’ elderly mother, whom they had asked jo to keep and eye on and  who, living in forest hills trailer park, was increasingly worried about, well, everything - jo hopped into her more than busted car and drove down to the trailer park. stayed there until nightfall - she’d meant to leave by noon, had been talked into a second and third helping of cake - and wasn’t even gonna do any further snooping around when, on her way home, in the middle of the road, she came across fred benson. naturally, jo screamed at him to ‘get the fuck out of the way, moron! ‘ since he was blocking the way. soon, though, her protests died down when fred, unresponsive, began to lift into the fucking air, float there and then - there are shivers and cold sweat when she thinks about this now - proceeded to have his bones cracked by some … invisible force in one of the most gruesome scenes jo’s ever witnessed.

to this day, joanne just hopes her former neighbour’s sweet old mother laced that cake with something. hopes that she was simply going crazy, that this wasn’t real. deep in her bones, though, she knows it. feels that she actually saw what she saw.

that night she turned her car around as fast as possible, took a two hour ice cold shower and filled out a couple college applications. she’s out of town touring a campus when the earthquake happenes. by the end of the following month, jo has packed up her shit and moved to new york.

denial is her method of choice of dealing with this, when it finally begins to sink in that all the clues she’s tossed out through the years might’ve actually had some truth to them. denial is good, she’s got no time to work through that stuff, anyway. so she just pretends it never happened. whatever the opposite of a crazy conspiracy nutjob is, that’s her.

the next few years are pretty uneventful, jo’s busy with her politcial science degree at hunter’s (she’s missed the application deadline for everything else), as well as busy with reinventing herself, finding her new york personality.  also, finding the funds to fund her new york personality and general lifestyle. there’s a bunch of odd jobs, everything from waitressing to working coatcheck to being an usher on broadway, she dips her toes into every water available. it’s all about the experience, right?

it’s nothing but a stroke of pure, dumb luck that lands her the internship at snl. she’s never even considered working in tv before, thought she’d evetually just circle back round to working the front desk at some paper. she’s out with friends at a comedy club one night, drunk off her tits - she’d just failed an important exam, had fully embraced the fact that she was a failure and would probably be kicked off campus soon enough - when the owner had announced that it was ‘open mic night’. glorious, disastrous, everything in between. jo had swayed to the stage, tapped the mic and slurred ‘is this thing on?’ into it, and that’s all she remembers. the next morning there’s someone’s business card in her coat pocket.

the week after that she’s bringing coffee and sandwiches to the snl writer’s room. it’s funny how life works sometimes. her parents are less than thrilled that she’s dropped out of college but more than thrilled to hear that she’s met will ferrell.

when jo says he has little to no memory of the years that follows, it’s no exaggeration. it’s a blur of work, work, work, work and long nights spent in bars and seedy downtown clubs with the cast and crew of america’s favourite late night entertainment show. it’s when she’s finally managed to work her way into the writer’s room that jo changes, drastically. that rebellious, snarky young girl is gone, replaced by someone who always looks serious, who’s got deep dark circles under their eyes, who’s never taken a day off work and i mean, like, ever. she’s not so much fun to be around anymore, too professional for most of her fun loving friends. they sometimes joke that the infamous ‘debbie downer’ sketch is based off of her. jo’s not in on the joke.

the year is 2006 when things come crashing down. she never thought there’d be such a thing as working too much, after all this is her dream job (right?) or at least pretty good for someone who came to new york with no idea what they wanted to do with their life. she gets sloppier with the tasks she’s in charge of, her jokes rarely get used anymore, and it’s clear she needs a break - clear to anyone but her.

here’s a word of advice - if you want to make it to the top, work for it, maybe. don’t sleep with your married editor. which is, incidentally, what jo did. those news broke to everyone shortly before snl’s summer hiatus, and so, on the last day of work, joanne was called into her boss’s office and kindly advised to ‘take a break, ms foreman. i really advise to take a long break, if you get wha i mean.’ wait until the dust has settled and see if, once you’re in your right mind again, you’re still deserving of your job.

funny, how life works sometimes. you’re on top of the world in one moment, then completely crushed sitting alone in your shitty apartment in the next. summer in new york is shit if you’ve got noone to spend it with. and since that affair with her editor ended - their wife had threatened jo with a very, very explicit letter once she’d found out about the affair - jo was alone, truly. she hadn’t exactly spent the the last few years making meaningful connections in town, married to her work. sure, she had work friends. but now she had no work, thus no friends.

the letter arrived and jo, who had had virtually nothing to do with joyce byers, had initally wanted to stay home, but her parents had insisted she come back home. jo hadn’t told them about her little work fiasco, why bother? she finally felt like she wasn’t a disappointment to them anymore, like she could keep up with her perfect siblings, she wasn’t going to return to those judging stares, those disappointed shakes of the head.

so it was time to get back to hawkins, get back to living a lie.

As an aside, please let us know what your character left behind in the Hawkins High Time Capsule between 1983 (Season 1) - 1986 (Season 4).

Jo left an issue of the first Hawkins Post she ever worked on, a pack of cigarettes and the varsity pin Tommy Hagan had fived Carol Perkins (once in p.e. class, having her stuff left unattended, Jo had stoled it from where it had been pinned to Carol’s jacket. As payback for the fact that  Carol had ‘accidentally’ spilled nail polish on her new Dr. Martens. bitch.)

 STATS

. Athletics (How Athletic are they?) 1

Burglary (Can they swipe stuff?) 2

Contacts (Do they know people with information?)  3

Deceive (Are they a good liar?) 3

Drive (like, actual driving ability) 2

Empathy (On a scale of 1-10 how much of an empath are they?) 1

Fight (Do they have hands?) 2

Investigate (Can they sleuth?) 3

 Lore (Kinda like knowledge)0

 Medicine (First Aid Essentially)0

 Navigation (How good are they with a map/getting around?) 2

Notice (Is your character observant?) 3

Provoke (Are they a shit stirrer?) 2

Rapport (Are they charming? Can they do it on command?) 2

Resourcefulness (MacGyver scale) 1

Stealth (Are they sneaky?)3

 Will (Tenacity)2

 EXTRAS

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The Shephards - Chapter 16

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