#girlie was raised in a military school

[ggardengirl]

so true op so true and i really need craig to shut the fuck up about ellie he doesn’t know her like i do

does she have a violent heart or is she a teenager who was born and grew up in a bitterly cruel world? does she have a violent heart or is she constantly surrounded by violence and raised by people who often used violence as a means to survive, raised by a father-like figure who struggled how to properly grieve and taught her to just move on instead of fully processing that already by the age of 14 she's seen way too much shit no one should have to see in their entire lives?

[c0la-queen]

Tord Headcanons | The Stoic One

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Let's start with his physical appearance!

My Tord has pale skin, since he is from Norway and doesn't get a lot of sun.

His hair is naturally that dark brown color that we see in Classic, but he dyes it the caramel brown color from Legacy- though, sometimes he can be seen with dark brown roots when he needs to touch up the dye.

My Tord has silver eyes, and I often describe them as piercing or being able to see through people. I think his eyes are one of the most unnerving parts of Tord, and makes people uncomfortable.

No facial hair- he shaves it if it starts to get stubbly.

Tord is the second tallest in my timeline, standing at 6'4 (I like my boys inhumanely tall). Edd is the only one taller than him and it pisses Tord off to no end.

I like to think Tord has the most athletic build of the group, being the military oriented one. He's not skinny and he doesn't have painfully unnatural muscles like you'd see in magazines. Think more along the lines of Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan. (Also has the juiciest man tiddies) Tord would alternate between going to the gym in the morning and going on morning runs through the neighborhood. He runs more often during the winter, since he's always thrived in cold weather. If Reader also liked working out or was interested in starting, he'd gladly let them join him. I think he'd even teach them self defense if they asked.

Because I think Tord would have some connection to his cultural roots, my Tord has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his collarbone, and an even smaller protection rune on one of his wrists. He has a piercing hole in one of his ears that he sometimes wears a simple black stud in; he got it pierced during his emo phase in high school.

Family life:

Tord is an older brother is one younger sister. He practically raised her until he moved out.

His dad was Red Leader before him and put him through intense training. Turned him into a child soldier. Resents his dad for it all.

Only time he ever argued with his dad is when he tried to give his sister the same training- Tord refused to let him.

Worst thing his dad ever did was make Tord do wilderness survival for 3 nights in a Norwegian forest. He was 12.

A Eurasian Lynx managed to find him, but he got away with only claw marks on his back. He's still got the scars.

He doesn't hate his mother, but he's not particularly close with her. Because his training started from such a young age, he spent most of his childhood around his father and other high ranking soldiers.

Cares a lot about his little sister and travels home to see her once or twice a year.

Now, personality:

My Tord is very apathetic sometimes, but mainly is just kind of calm and chill.

He likes to say that he'd rather be with his machines and inventions than other humans, but that's a bullshit lie and he's just being dramatic

Prefers being quiet, doesn't say a lot unless its under specific circumstances or he has commentary to give. He enjoys listening to Reader ramble endlessly, or just have her in his arms while he silently does some task.

He switched from cigarettes to vapes after a while, since its better than smoking and has more flavors available.

Likes energy drinks more than coffee, enjoys the variety they offer.

Actually pretty good at cooking, he'd cook for himself and his sister when his parents were busy with work.

Way smarter than he looks. If he had to take the ACT, he'd probably get a nearly perfect score.

A STEM girlie. He uses the garage as his workshop and spends most of the day there (not counting weekends).

Absolutely has a motorcycle in the garage. He rides it if he's having a low day and needs to get away. Has a special route that takes him the long way through the city before ending up at the cliff overlooking the neighborhood (the one we see in The End). Takes Reader on that route to cheer her up or clear her head. One time they fell asleep on the cliff and woke up to several calls from Edd, Tom, and Matt, who were all scared shitless.

Never gets cold. If someone comments on it, he says its "nothing compared to Norwegian cold." (The others are all tired of hearing that and roll their eyes)

Despite this, he's not dumb. He knows how to stay warm and how important it is. Will scold Reader for not wearing enough layers.

His music taste is so mixed up and wild that nobody can give it a name.

Probably reads the most out of the four, will never tell you what he's reading.

Gets angry about historical inaccuracies.

Not allowed to play Trivial Pursuit because he knows a bunch of random facts.

"Kill yourself." "This is why we can't have nice things."

Likes Super Smash Brothers and can create ass kicking combos for any character in a couple of rounds.

He works as a mechanical/chemical engineer. Works independently by taking commissions for blueprints and fixing machines for people. He mostly works at home in the garage but very rarely has to go to another location. He prefers to have the client talk to him over the phone or meet him.

Likes Liquid Death Mountain Water.

Smokes cigars occasionally, usually on special events.

Smells like smoky wood and vanilla.

Does some art every so often, but not as often as Edd.

Vibes/Aesthetic:

Red LED lights as the only light source

Night so late the entire house is silent

Sneaking out of the house to get candy and drinks at the gas station

Sleep Token playing on the drive

Anime on his laptop

Making battery acid drinks together

Fucking instead of sleeping

Athletic shorts and hoodies

Thigh high socks

Late night drives

Vape clouds and suckers

Trying to stay quiet

Playlist (Based off my Own Spotify Playlist for Him):

Sleep Token

CORPSE

Hollywood Undead

Twenty One Pilots

Kanye West

Childish Gambino

Eminem

Glass Animals

Rob Zombie

[monsterspet]

Had a thought about Captain Price

A/N: Don't we all?

Going to need you to trust me on this.

So - as of MW3 John's age is set at 38 in the year 2023. We also know he joined the infantry at 16 - then onto the army properly at 18.

John would have been 16 in 2001. In the UK. Which was when arguably we were still in the midst of a teen pregnancy epidemic across the country. Things have significantly improved since then.

I know you know where I'm going with this but just stick with me.

Now - for those of you who are maybe from outside the UK I can tell you now that recruiting kids right out of high-school has always been a bit iffy here in the public eye. Even more so when that kid hasn't even sat their A-levels at 18.

John dropped out of school to become a military man. That's just a fact. Which you can totally do from 16 - but most schools discourage it heavily.

English teens do not drop out of school to join the army if they have other options. We have apprenticeships or college if they don't like the traditional school route. And both of those can lead on to University courses.

John's only other option was to work - likely for minimum wage which I believe was like £3.50 an hour back then. It may have even been less given he was under 18.

Admittedly the army is good money for a kid that age. Especially if you don't see yourself going down a more traditional employment route.

But in what world would Price be so eager to earn good money fast? We know he's a smart guy - we've seen it in game. The man could have easily gotten into Uni. This is where we veer off the rails into glorious fanfic girly nonsense and I apologise.

Say he got his then girlfriend pregnant. We know he's a sensible guy - and we know he has a strong sense of responsibility and loyalty to the people he cares about.

He's obviously going to support his child and the mother of his baby. That's just in his nature.

He joins the military in order to be able to provide for them both. Now admittedly that means he's away from both his little family and everything he knows but let's be realistic - most teen parents don't stay together long term. I know so many personally where they don't even make it to the due date.

But if he's bringing a baby into this world he's damn well going to make sure it's taken care of.

Which leads me to my next point about what Price is like as a man in basically every fic he's in.

This man does not just radiate "Daddy" energy - this man is a Father.

Endlessly supportive of his boys in the unit, and fiercely protective.

He is willing to do almost anything to keep not only the 141 safe but the people back home as well (we see this in game as well when he drags in the Butcher's family to interrogate him).

We all know this man is wearing socks and sandals on holiday. We all know he's manning the grill at the BBQs. We all know he can't get up out of a chair without the iconic "Dad groan".

He is also far too good at putting up with the nonsense we write about Soap and Gaz in particular. They're the unit children and they certainly put John through his damn paces. Which he seems to put up with - with remarkable ease most of the time.

This man is a "weekend Dad". He sees his kid briefly when on leave or every other weekend depending on whether or not he's deployed. We've seen no evidence of a ring.

Now admittedly when you're running secret missions across the globe you don't want the enemy figuring out you have something at home to lose but this gives us some really nice single-dad!Price opportunities and I'm going to run with that.

But - assuming he had a kid at 16. That child is now 21/22. Prime age for the military. And roughly the right age for a steamy workplace romance with one of the other 141 members? Maybe?

I saw on here a while back this great series where Soap was in a secret relationship with Price's niece (I cannot for the life of me remember the creators name and I'm SO SORRY) and I raise you:

Secret relationship 141 x Price's!child

The angst - the steamy forbidden romance - the angry Dad energy - the potential SLOWBURN.

It's all right there for the taking.

Even better if we get some daddy issues from Y/N because John was never around. Like they didn't even tell him they were signing up in the first place. Maybe they don't have his last name and suddenly turn up under his command. The DRAMA.

I swear one day I'll actually have the time to write all these fics.

-Pet x

[sugarpopss]

November 30th, 1942

This is very much inspired by that post thats like 'remember how Bucky said he enlisted so Steve wouldn't worry about him'. I just couldn't stop thinking about Bucky getting his draft letter and being so worried about people worrying about him. This draws heavily from the lore developed in the chat with @bucknastysbabe , inculding but not limited to: Rebeccas food thing, George Barnes the WWI vet who died from a medical problem caused by his time in the amry, Steve and Rebecca being close, Ma Barnes being one of the kindest people in the world and a midwestern girlie...etc etc. Sources for the bits of research I did for this fic are here and here.

November 30th, 1942

In 1942, on the Monday after Thanksgiving, Bucky got a letter. He saw it when he got home from the docks, slightly crumpled between Rebecca’s algebra and geography books on the kitchen counter. It had gotten a little damp in the mailing process and was stuck to the front of a letter to his mother, from her own mother back in Iowa. He didn’t think too much of it-he was too exhausted to think much of anything. Unloading crates from ships was far from the worst work in the world, but it sure did zap his energy and fill his sinuses with dust and dirt and smoke. Some of the old timers-guys who claimed to remember striking for a 5 cent raise-liked to joke that pretty soon ‘pretty boy Barnes’ would get to know the sort of back pain that went hand-in-hand with a lifetime of hauling cargo, and that would trump exhaustion every time. 

Bucky always laughed it off. They were just joking around, and he’d take any ache in the world if it meant being able to take care of his family, anyway. Even if his Ma kept bringing up trade schools that weren’t too far or too expensive, and Steve was champing at the bit to join the military, Bucky was fine right where he was. He was just fine in the apartment he grew up in, working hard, flirting with the girls running telegrams in the harbormaster's office, walking Rebecca home from school when he got off in time. He got fantasy novels from the library with Clark Gable knights and Lana Turner princesses on the covers; He boxed on the weekends and was always a good sport; He caught Rebecca in the short hallway connecting their bedrooms every morning and gave her a noogie; He went to the cinema with Steve when they both had a little change in their pockets and flicked popcorn kernels at each other like they were kids. 

All that to say-Bucky was doing perfectly fine. He wasn’t raring to make a name for himself or see some great bloody glory. He definitely wasn’t interested in signing up for the war. The picture of his father on the mantel, clean shaven in an army uniform from twenty years ago, kicked the sense back into him whenever he thought about it. If the photograph of the man Bucky could barely remember didn’t work, the urn next to it surely did. 

And all of these things were reasons why, when he unstuck the damp mail from his sisters schoolbooks, the bottom just about dropped out of his stomach. The ink was a little smeared from getting wet, but still perfectly legible: for him, with the selective service system logo stamped right on the front. 

It was like the entire apartment tilted, rocked like a seesaw and threw him completely off balance. Without even thinking, Bucky stuffed the letter into his pocket. He didn’t want to look at it, think about it, deal with it. Whatever it said-as if there was any question as to its contents-he would worry about later. Preferably not standing in the middle of the kitchen in his grimy work clothes, whale eyed and frightfully pale.

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The letter remained stuffed deep in Buckys pocket until after supper. Bathed, comfortably full and bone deep tired, he was usually out like a light after working a full day. But instead of passing out underneath the quilt-a gift from the elderly widow two floors up, after he’d spent the summer of ‘35 bringing up her mail and groceries and painting over the water damage on her kitchen ceiling-he fished the letter out from the pants strewn on the floor and just…held it. Looked at it. Turned it over, looked at where his address had been smudged a little by the damp. It was definitely for him; no mistake there. His full name was right there on the address line, middle initial and everything. 

Maybe it was completely mundane! Every guy had to sign up for selective service-tons of them probably got letters about misspelled words or unchecked boxes. Maybe he’d written something down incorrectly back when he had filled out the forms. 18-year-olds were stupid, after all, and he probably hadn’t been paying that much attention to the information he was putting down. That was most likely it; He’d put his birthday down as October 3rd instead of March 10th by accident, or initialed something that was supposed to be a signature or vice versa. So what if it’d been four years since he filled out that paperwork? Tiny errors like that were probably pretty low priority for the selective service, especially after America joined the war. 

He was just going to open the letter and see what they needed him to fix or resign. 

He opened the letter. He read it once, then twice, then three times. 

There was no problem with the paperwork he’d filled out at 18. 

He didn’t need to resign any forms or recheck any boxes.  

He did need to report to the local selective service board the following Tuesday. 

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. 

Buckys first thought wasn’t ‘I don’t want to join the military’. It wasn’t even ‘I’m scared’. Buckys very first thought was for his family. He couldn’t be in the military! He was an important part of the household! The Barnes had only recently edged back into a relatively comfortable financial situation because of the combined incomes Bucky and his Ma brought in, and someone had to be around to look after Rebecca-as much as she’d protest and whine that she was 16, she didn’t need to be looked after-when their Ma couldn’t. Someone needed to haul Steve out of fights and into dance halls, because yes, Steve was as good as family, would’ve been even if Rebecca hadn’t declared he had ‘adopted brother rights’ years ago. 

Buckys second thought was ‘I don’t want to join the military’, because he didn’t. He’d never wanted to, never even seriously entertained the idea. There had already been a Barnes man in a war and it had destroyed him; robbed a good man of his peace and his health, robbed Buckys mother of a husband and himself and Rebecca of a father. Hell, Rebecca had never even met their father-he had died two months before she was born. A couple of old photographs, a ceramic urn, and a watch and wedding band with no hand to wear them were all she knew of the man. 

It made Buckys stomach turn to think about leaving his family for the thing that had put his father in the grave before 40. 

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The next morning he started to think. He couldn’t tell his Ma he’d been drafted-he certainly couldn’t tell Rebecca or Steve. They’d all worry too much for him. The downside to having loved ones was that as much as you loved them, they also loved you. And loving someone meant worrying for them when they were about to get scooped out of their life with less than a months notice. 

It’d be less worrying if he'd just enlisted, if he had made a choice, even a rash, ill-advised one. At least that would imply he had some sort of excitement or confidence in joining the military. At least that would imply that he was ready, that nobody needed to worry about him because Bucky himself wasn’t worried or scared or hesitant. 

That was the thought that he chewed on all day. Chewed on it so much, in fact, that he barely chewed anything else, including his supper. And that was strange behavior for Bucky. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Rebecca had asked him. It sounded incredibly blunt, but to be entirely fair, she had first made a frantic gesture towards the peas on her plate with her head-because Rebecca was not eating peas that week, and if she could switch their plates without their Ma noticing she could avoid a stern look and a ‘clean plates club’ lecture-and then kicked him under the table when her head tossing got no response. 

Their Ma was looking at him, too. If there was one thing the Barnes siblings were, it was chatty, and although Rebecca had been blathering on about how a girl in her geography class had gotten in trouble for wearing lipstick, Bucky had been almost entirely silent. And he’d barely touched his food even though he wasn’t on the same legume strike as his sister. 

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, casual and calm. He took a bite of his food-the peas were fine even if they came from a can, because their Ma was an excellent cook. Rebecca was just weird about food sometimes-to give himself time to think. 

He settled on “I can’t walk you home next week.” 

Rebecca sighed in that ‘God, you’re all so uptight and dramatic’ way that teenagers do. “I don’t need you to walk me home. I’m not a kid, I know how to get home from school.” 

Their Ma gave him another curious look, though. “Did you make plans?” she asked. “With Steve? With a girl?”

She didn’t sound upset, just…curious. It was odd, after all, for Bucky to not want to walk Rebecca home. He tried very hard to align his hours at the docks with her school schedule. It was important to him, to make sure she was safe and that nobody bothered her. 

“Sort of.” He replied. 

He knew that wasn’t a very good answer, and his Mas face reflected it. He’d never in one million years chose some dame over his sister, and Steve was as good as Rebeccas second brother. He was more likely to just join in on the walk than make plans over it. Hell, half of the time they did things as a trio-things like pooling Christmas and birthday money to go to Coney Island, an outing upon which the then teen boys had ridden the Cyclone, Steve had vomited into a public trash can, and Rebecca had proven that she was somehow remarkable at darts despite never having played before in her life. 

His Ma raised her eyebrow. God, he was bad at lying, bad at keeping secrets, bad at misleading people. 

“I-” He met his Mas eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, steeled himself. “It’ll be a few days next week, actually. I enlisted and I’m reporting to induction on Tuesday.” 

The world didn’t end once he said it. A small part of him-the part that reminded Bucky he hadn’t lied to his Ma since he was 17 and she asked if he had cigarettes in his bedroom, and even then he’d come clean about two hours later-had expected something huge and dramatic to happen. Maybe both his mother and sister would drop their forks and snap their heads up, maybe a police siren or fire alarm would go off somewhere nearby, maybe lightning would strike the building. 

But none of that happened. Rebecca continued pushing her food around her plate. “No you didn’t.” She scoffed.

Their Ma didn’t dismiss his statement as a joke, but her expression was difficult to read. “You did?” She asked, her voice stern and level. 

Bucky kept going. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I was just thinking about it and it seemed like a good idea. I stopped at the recruiting center last week. I…” 

He trailed off. This wasn’t a perfectly thought through lie, but it felt like a necessary one. 

“Yeah.”

Rebeccas fork actually did clatter to her plate once he finished talking. She looked up at her brother, agape with bright pink spots at the high points of her cheeks. 

“You’re fucking joking! You can’t just leave!” 

“Rebecca Grace!” Their Ma snapped, though it was clear that her heart wasn’t in it. 

Rebecca shot up from the table, her eyes-bright blue like Buckys, like their late fathers-welling up with tears. “No! You can’t leave, that’s not fair!” 

With that she stormed off, the slam of her bedroom door in the small apartment sounding like a gunshot. 

Bucky swallowed and looked down at his food. He wasn’t hungry anymore. 

“James.” 

He looked up at his Ma. Guilt immediately began to eat at him. Guilt for the lie, guilt for having to leave them, guilt for everything his Ma had been through and would go through in the future. 

“What branch?” 

He swallowed again. The guilt was crawling up his throat like vomit. He wanted to admit it was a lie, to say he was scared and didn’t want to go and didn’t know what to do. But there was nothing to be done. All he could do was help the people who loved him to not worry so much. 

“Army. Like dad.” 

She raised her eyebrows. They barely ever spoke about George Barnes military career. Not to say that they never spoke about Bucky and Rebeccas father at all-he’d been the love of their Mas life, she had plenty of stories about him. But they didn’t talk about his time in Europe. Bucky had always gotten the impression that his father hadn’t spoken much about his time in Europe when he was still alive, anyway. 

“Your father was drafted. He didn’t choose the army.” 

He shrugged. 

She sighed and put her fork down, picked it back up, put it down again. 

“I don’t-” She sighed again. “I can’t tell you what to do. You’re a grown man and you get to make your own choices.” 

Bucky didn’t feel like a grown man at that moment. He felt like a little boy trying to convince his mother that he wasn’t afraid of the dark. 

“Do you genuinely want to join the military?”  

The earnest concern in the question was what broke him. He took a very deep breath and met his Mas eyes, blue on brown. She had asked like there was any changing it. Even if he had voluntarily enlisted, he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it after the fact. 

“No. I-I…the letter came yesterday and I have to go on Tuesday and I-.” Bucky cut himself off, feeling something far too much like tears in his eyes, something far too much like a sob beginning to choke up his throat. 

“Jamie, sweetheart…” She stood from the table and opened her arms to him, a hug that he gladly accepted. Three inches taller than his mother or not, 22 years old or not, there was nothing more comforting than his Mas embrace. 

“It’ll be alright, Jamie.” 

By god, he hoped so. 

[the-whispers-of-death]

10 Fun Facts About Kali

This is because Kali is an unknown OC to... everyone right now and I thought, let's learn more about him!

Kali loves the sun (yes this is me being self-indulgent with yet another OC) and he loves it so much that he'll often sit outside just to feel the sun rays on his skin. He doesn't care if he burns, let him burn.

When he was sixteen, he got his parents' permission to get a nose piercing. It was a regular nostril piercing with a nose ring and he thought he looked so cool. He honestly loved it, until he realized that he wanted to get into the military so then he took it out and let the piercing close.

Due to being born and raised in Georgia, he has a southern accent but he also has an Indian accent due to his parents being Indian immigrants. So he has a mixed accent that confuses the fuck out of people.

While Kali is an only child, he has a huge extended family that all live in India. He loves going to India and visiting his family, he's a huge family man. All of his cousins are women and they have kids that he absolutely adores and since he's the only man out of his cousins, their kids call him Auntie Ashok for the consistency (and he loves it).

Despite it not being in the intended age audience when it came out, he has read of The Hunger Games books and watched all of the movies. Yes, he's a simp for young Coriolanus Snow. And he will never forgive Suzanne Collins for killing off Finnick.

Kali loves to sing. He used to sing in retirement homes when he was younger and he often sings while he's walking around the base. Hence why his nickname is "The Phantom of the Opera".

Before his love for wolves, he loved horses. Like so much so that all of his friends in middle school were those horse girlies. He was so down to listen to them rave about horses, simply because he also loved horses.

If Kali walks into a bar where there's a mechanical bull, he will not leave without trying his hand at riding the mechanical bull. He does not care if it bruises him, the cowboy in him loves those mechanical bulls.

Speaking of Kali loving the sun, he actually moved to Texas (but of course he lives in Austin, Texas) because Georgia just wasn't as hot as he liked.

Ironically, Kali has a fear of height. The man is 6'6", with a fear of heights.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[heartbreakheauxtelsims]

Character Profile: Hime Koh

Age: 26

Birthday: 4/15

Ethnicity: Black/Japanese

Occupation: Nail Arist

Best Friends: JiJi and Zoei

Hobbies: nail design, shopping, creating content of her nail art and designs

Fave Colors: yellow, pink

Fashion style: ganguro, y2k, 90s, crazy pattern and bright color combinations

Faves: Victoria's Secret, animal print, Hello Kitty, ganguro style and 90s/y2k style, makeup, Barbie

Sanrio Character: Hello Kitty

Bio:

Hime is the older half-sister of Hina. They share the same mother. When Hime's mother was much younger, she met a young black military man that was stationed in Japan. They got together though it was still somewhat taboo. Hime's mother eventually got pregnant with her and was with her father up until he had to be restationed. They tried to make their long distance relationship work but it eventually all fell through. Most of Hime's childhood was spent in Japan which wasnt easy for her since she was not fully Japanese and would most often get bullied in school. When she was in middle school she met some ganguro girls that stood up to her and admired her natural darker skin color. This led Hime to fall in love with the style and whimscal girly pop clothes.

Before Hime could enter high school however, her mother reconnected with her father and decided to relocate to the US. This was even harder for Hime given her very limited english. She was taking english classes (as her mother did so to get better job opportunities, and thus was able to commincate with Hime's father) but it still wasnt perfect. She was bullied then for her accent and eccentric style that was completely different than everyone elses. But she never stopped being herself, thought she did want to fit in. She decided to work on perfecting a more english style of speech to lose her japanese accent.

Eventually, Hime's parents broke up again but Hime wanted to stay in America which caused a big rift in her and her mother's relationship. Being a teenager she didnt want to move again and her father had a more stable military position where he didnt have to be restationed as much. Hime wanted to experience American life more and was able to stay with her father. Their relationship is good, although a little bit awkward since he wasnt sure how to raise a teenage girl but he tried his best to welcome her into his new (all black) family. Hime was able to learn the other side of her culture and while she still didnt completely fit in she made good connections with her cousins and step-mom who was into cosmetology. This (as well as ganguro fashion) is what lead Hime to become a nail artist.

As Hime became more independant and moved out on her own her mother slammed her with another surprise-she had given birth to another baby girl who was now a teenager. This time she was with a korean man. Her little sister Hina was a Korean student and wanted to study abroad. Their mom who was more focused on her love life decided it was a great idea to basically dump Hina at Hime's doorstep which consequently turned the older sister into Hina's premiary guardian. They struggled to get along at first (also due to the language barrier as Hina mostly spoke Korean and had not perfected english yet) given their age gap and cultural differences as well as because Hime was now essentially a "mother" and rule enforcer. They became more bonded when Hina expressed her interest in fashion and lolita and her dream of making her own lolita brand. Since then the two have been more connected and live together in the Heartbreak Heauxtel.

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/752187239996473344/so-wild-being-raised-by-a-girly-girl-bc-this-woman?source=share

Man I wish it was like this in my case me and my sister were forced to keep military haircut well to alteast we turned 11, then I rebelled but she didn't so she had to keep a super short Bob cut till she was 15. No it was not consensual we were forced to keep that haircut and I would cry everything at barber, we dressed like boys till 12. I guess it was there dire need of wanting a boy or maybe some astrological placement but I don't know my parents chart. I the problem child andblack sheep of family is saturnian and my sister the golden child is lunar. And this year I shaved my head and my parents cussed at me and now they don't like me with short hair. Make it make sense 😭😭

im so sorry to hear that 😔 i hope both you and your sister are in a better place 🥺🫶🏼 you're healing your inner child now 💛

idk why some parents are so contrarian for no reason 💀😪

Saturnian blacksheep and Lunar golden child, but both lowkey abused is soooo on brand

Saturnians know what they're going through and are fully aware of its injustice, Lunars kind of get lost in the mind games and brainwashing and kind of fully surrender to their circumstances (which is why so many Lunar women find themselves in abusive relationships)

I remember when I was a kid, I was besties with 2 sisters (who had 2 more younger sisters) and their dad was super trad and conservative and wouldn't let them get their hair cut short ?? bc he thought girls should have long hair?? and they're just like 9 and 11 with like hair past their butt and it's super knotted and tangled and they didn't care for it properly 🤧 and this guy also had a rule that they should never leave their hair open at home bc open hair = attracting the devil 🤡and one day the younger sister had her hair open and he dragged her to the bathroom and chopped all her hair off,, i remember how she came to school with a very weird looking pixie cut and when she told me what happened I was so scared bc wtf 😭 anyways that friend of mine had Anuradha & Vishaka placements 👀 so she had Saturnian influence too 🧐 I'll have to look more into why some parents are excessively authoritarian with their Saturnian children 🤔

My mom always wanted me to keep my bangs as a kid even tho I outgrew it by like 5th grade,, and yk what she did??? She cut my bangs when i slept😭😭and I remember feeling like something was off but couldn't figure out why for like weeeeks and then my uncle visited us and he was like "aww u got bangs again so cute" and then it was like everything clicked and I lost my mind 🥲😤 tbh i should've just listened to her bc her styling was always on point and she always made me look amazing but I guess I had to find my own identity 😪

[preordered-gf]

.49 Suletta Mercury

To be honest, It's a bit hard to pick.

Maybe her overall optimism about life and people.

It feels like the crux of her character, and her arc throughout the show, from her first appearance in Craddle Planet novel, to the last we see of her in the grass fields, it's something that is underlying to her actions and understanding of the world.

I like how it is presented as one of her personal faults, it doesn't always bring fortune to her, she's constantly having to constantly play catch-up to understand the underhanded and pessimistic politicking of Asticassia, and at times it makes her seem rather dim because she doesn't know about the social rituals of rich kids. On a more constantly shown example, there is the stuff with the Elans; from No.4 manipulating her in order to get inside the Aerial, of course, eventually things work out and he builds a genuine sense of friendship with her, which sadly leads to the original Elan and No. 5 abusing that trust and putting her directly in harm's way, or in some cases directly assaulting her in an increasingly desperate bid to obtain Aerial.

But it is also presented as one of her virtues, it's one of the reasons she can make such social impact on a school full of snot-nosed brats who are being groomed into inheriting the position of heartless military and soulless corporate, simply being a genuine person who expects other to reflect that genuineness back changes the dynamics of the school, and eventually makes characters turn around their opinion of her ie. Guel, Shaddiq (one turns around much, much sooner than the other but still)

And of course, that sincerity and good-will is a big part of what makes Mio eventually fall for her, so, pretty big aspect overall.

And I love how, as she grows more mature throughout the show, she doesn't lose that sense of optimism, it just grows alongside her, after the second terrorist attacks, she doesn't pretend not to be aware of how much destruction and death she witnessed, how many people have succumbed to it, but she knows she can still save some of the victims from it, and so she works tirelessly from presumably an early morning class until presumably late night, when Earth House eventually finds her.

Hell, I would say a lot of the entire end arc relies heavily on her optimism, being willing to see the goodness of Earth House after the revolving door of betrayals she received recently, helping thorugh the aftermath of the second attack, putting together the situation regarding Mio/Eri/Prospera and becoming set on talking to all of them, in order to set things straight, despite how badly she had been affected by their recent actions, as the show puts it, it's unrelenting kindness

If I had to put a second option, maybe her self-worth quirk of tying it to how useful she can be to others, a weird option to pick maybe, but it felt really relatable to see, and I guess I projected a little from it, so it felt extra great to see her slowly overcoming that, until eventually we see her as a confident, joyful woman in the epilogue.

Of course, her situation is much more complex, raised in a colony that disliked her until she proved to be an useful asset as a rescue pilot, she eventually ties her sense of worth with her usefulness to others, but I can relate to the idea of overworking yourself and throwing away your wishes in order to do well for others a bit.

Idk, i just think she's neat :3, she's a girly girl and her femininity is a major aspect of how she's able to eventually succeed in her goals, and that just warms my heart

[decaflondonfog]

fun little get to know me game!!

thanks for the tag @greenautumnleaves <3 your special talent is SO COOL i am shit at accents in any language and i'm so jealous!!!

Are you named after anyone: hmmm. marion is my chosen pen name but i chose it because i was raised by many marias, marianas, mauries, maries, marys and mariannes, so i guess in a way, yes. that's not the name i use irl (that's not after anyone, that's just me) nor the name i was given by my parents. my first name is the name of a local war hero, and my middle name is the name of the saint and military leader who i allegedly share a birth day with :)

Favorite subject in school: i was a history girlie!!

Do you have kids: i have a lovely little dog, he is my sun and son

When was the last time you cried: like 7 minutes ago

Do you use sarcasm a lot: NAHHHHHH (lol)

What sports do you play/have played: what is this 'sports' you speak of? oh wait... like hockey from the fanfics? exy? that's one, right? (i played rugby in school, for thinly-veiled homosexual reasons, but i'm not a team sports kind of person at all)

What's the first thing you notice about people: usually their eyes :)

Any special talents: yes i can hyperfixate on things really quickly and learn an insane amount of facts about it in a very short amount of time!! fun, right?

Where were you born: lisbon, portugal

What are your hobbies: wtf do you think, i'm here aren't i

Do you have pets: go back like seven or eight questions

How tall are you: 166cm which is about 5ft4 AND A HALF

Dream job: to quote whoever that was... i do not dream of labour (ideally like i dunno... dillydallyier, day drinker, sex toy tester, picnic haver — at least one of those is a 'real job', surely)

tagging @babooshkart @slytherco, @nv-md and @whataboutmyfries <3

[jackiequick]

-> More SHIELD Agents OCs 📞

Cadence Patton as Alyssa Sabrina Coleman

-> Full Name: Alyssa ‘Sabrina’ Wilson-Coleman

-> Height: 5’4

-> Age: 26

-> Relationship Status: Single

-> Family: Mother dead, Father alive, Brother and Sister Sarah alive as well. Her big brother being none other than Sam Wilson aka The Falcon turned Captain America ;)

-> Personally: She is a total sweetheart, loud mouth doesn’t always know when to show up, kind and understanding, has patience, a bit flirty and free. Respectful, if your a man or woman who served the country you best believe she will salute you and even call the person by their rank if you like. She can be a wildcard at times but she’s very much a homebody at heart. Most importantly family oriented! The Wilson family loves family and their huge cookouts

- Alyssa from a young age looked up to her big brother and sister, wanting to be just like them! So she did, joining them on their adventure around town and becoming a bit of a fighter. Sam wanted to make sure both of his sister knew how to throw a punch or two, hell even hold a gun to someone’s face properly! As much as Alyssa liked to fight, she was a kind soul at heart and a baker. Making the best breakfasts and such who can find in the neighborhood.

- So in result she took those skills to become a Chef for the military kitchens, knowing the good men and woman who served this country deserved a good home cooked style meal whenever they can. Her dream job was and will always to actually start a Bed & Breakfast though! This skill as a chef for more than 5 years or less taught her the skills to be kind, patient and more caring than ever but her time was up. And she moved on, soon after Sam stepped into becoming a fellow veteran of this country (later on The Falcon ofc).

- She spend some time in Washington DC 2014 and moved back home to Delacroix, Louisiana, where their family operated a fishing business run by Sarah. Alyssa and Sarah grew closer together over the years, she helped raise the family business and deal with her two nephews. Until one day, Sam called her in wanting to give the opportunity to join SHIELD. She was hesitant about the idea but did so anyway.

- She was very hesitant to take a part-time job at SHIELD knowing what she might or might not like being there. But Sam encouraged her to try it out and so she did! Turned out Alyssa enjoyed becoming near The Avengers and other Agents of SHIELD very much, feeling like a home within this community. Now she’s training to work assistant trainer at SHIELD keeping all the files in check for the rookies, cooking meals for every Avenger and agent, and going on missions whenever possible.

Emily Bett Richards as Stephenie June Stuart 

-> Full Name: Stephenie J. Stuart Foster

-> Age: 22

-> Height: 5’5

-> Relationship Status: Single 

-> Family: Father dead, mother alive, and no siblings that she knows of ;) Or maybe you met them already?

-> Personality: A bit of a punk. She’s a slow learner but can be very lazy, smart in her own way, she’s fast and quiet like a mouse, kind and gentle.

- She grew up in Star City but with her mother’s work life being hectic and off the rails she moved around a lot and eventually landed in Washington DC where she stay there for most of her life. She was a bit of a punk kid but still very feminine and girly in many ways. A sweet gentle girl to be honest as her glasses always slipped off her face sometimes. She was slow but very smart within certain area, Stephenie is very quick with a computer fast fingers to type away!

- Stephenie grew up loving tech and comfortable life behind a desktop computer in general, staying inside. So she wasn’t much of an outdoorsy person however she loved the park and dressing up, but mainly stayed at home in her sweats coding and creating stuff hands on. However that got her in trouble with the authorities as she tried hacking into plenty of school systems changing all the grades and exposing the teachers behind them for their lies with her friends at the time, she was considered fine but her boyfriend ended up in prison.

- Realizing the concern and upsetting results of her ways, she decided she wanted to do something more good but not end up in jail for it. Changing her dark brown almost black hair into a dirty Barbie blonde, wearing contact lenses instead of her glasses, removing some her piercings and her switching her dark clothes into more lighter shades. Hell the Stephenie started even using her middle name, June instead. She is applied to SHIELD ACADEMY to become a junior technician and make a few friends.

- Soon enough people discovered who she was related to siblings wise, but not even she knew about her sister’s full involvement still had a strong existence in SHIELD or the future of The Avengers. Can you blame her? They lived across the country and in different cities so they never crossed paths too much. However stayed very close with calls and weekends getaways!

Tags: @t-nd-rfoot @mcbident @raphroseybeanpie @msrochelleromanofffelton @gaminggirlsstuff @mandylove1000 @eagerforthesky @terry-perry @daughter-of-melpomene @blackheart-beauty @rooster-84 @yetanotherwells and etc

[killerandhealerqueen]

Thanks for answering my ask. If you don't mind me asking (again), can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Not at all!

Alright, top 10 favorite media...

1. Killer and Healer (cdrama)

I've explained many times why I love this drama and to sum it all up, it's one of the greatest love stories I have ever fucking seen in my life and they have set the bar too god damn high in terms of relationships, communication, everything

2. Lord of the Rings Triology Extended Edition (movie)

Can't go wrong with the Lord of the Rings. Love the Lord of the Rings. It's such a good movie

3. CSI: Miami (tv show)

My favorite of the CSI franchises. I've seen every season, and at least every episode at least twice (maybe more). I just really like police procedurals and this has always been one of my favorites

4. Percy Jackson (book series)

You cannot go wrong with the Percy Jackson series now, come on. It's fucking Percy Jackson.

5. The Kane Chronicles (book series)

Now this is also written by Rick Riordan but instead of Greek mythology, it's Egyptian mythology and as someone who wanted to study egypt mythology and be an Egyptologist when I was younger, this shit appealed heavily to me. Still does. Love this book series

6. NCIS: New Orleans (tv show)

Out of the NCIS franchise, I like this one the most. I think it has the best cast, the best cases...I don't know, I just like this one the best

7. Hawaii Five-0 (tv show)

I never got the hype when I lived in Hawaii (yes, I was born and raised in Hawaii, no I'm not military or a missionary kid, I was born there) but once I went to the mainland for school, I started watching it and I understand why everyone really liked it. Also McDanno...great couple. I love their relationship

8. HiGH&LOW: THE WORST X (movie)

My favorite of the HiGH&LOW movies. I don't know what it is about this one but it's just...it's just my favorite. I think the characters and the relationships were all great and it was able to build off of the previous movie HiGH&LOW: THE WORST. And most sequels don't really work but this shit worked. And it's good. And the fighting? I'm an action girlie and these movies have some of the best fight scenes like ever

9. The Fiery Priest (kdrama)

One of my first kdramas that I've ever watched and oh my god. It's both funny and serious and the concept of the whole drama is just hilarious. I have never cackled so hard while watching a drama before. Love this drama

10. Danger Zone (Tdrama)

Oh my god, this drama. Oh, it's one of the only taiwanese dramas I've watched but holy fuck is it dark. It's so good but it's so fucking dark. It's another police procedural but the relationships in the dramas are really good. But it is not a drama you watch late at night. It's not. But it's so good

[rambledmusings]

Spiderman Slides

The joy of opening a bag of hand-me-downs, dumping them out on the coffee table, and going through them with my mother will always pull a strange nostalgia from deep in my bones. My best friend's mom had given mine the bag when we had hung out last, and we'd only just gotten around to sorting it. As we sorted through his outgrown clothes, my mom held each garment up for my inspection and then folded it into piles by size. I was scrawny, and given my mother's impressive stature of five-foot-nil it was likely to stay that way. I was her daughter, after all. I peered down into the bag, excited at the overwhelming abundance of Cool Clothes- these were graphic tees, jeans with the elastic that lets you tighten the waistband, and... A pair of light-up Spiderman slides. I remember distinctly how the vinyl of the decals was raised on the edges, the way the stitches felt so sharp compared to the smooth plastic, and that I instantly fell in love with them. I'd been a girly girl my whole life, at least in appearance. My hair was long and white-blonde, the kind you know will darken with age to a dishwater brown but is striking while it lasts, and I always had it done- braided, curled, dip-dyed, or in pig-tails. I wore a Hello Kitty shirt and an original My Little Pony sequined backpack to my first day of kindergarten, for goodness sake. Outside of my appearance, I was a goblin. I ran feral and barefoot every hour I could, dug in the dirt with bare hands until the soil stained my nailbeds, caught frogs and lizards and garter snakes without flinching. A wild child, my family would say. Those slides called to me in a way Hello Kitty and My Little Pony never had- such a clearly 'boy' item of clothing, and I wanted them in a way I couldn't explain. My mom had set them to the side, they were too big, but I didn't care. I wore them until the soles fell off. Today, I feel that same calling to certain items of clothing- baggy jeans and military-grade boots, a t-shirt just a little bit too big to hide my binder. Today, I feel that same thrill of nostalgia when my transfemme friends give me the clothes they wore in middle school and outgrew years ago. It's the thrill of the childhood I wish I'd had, wearing t-shirts with Transformers or Power Rangers on them, jeans with holes worn through the knee, puffy skater shoes, and baggy polo tees. It's not fashionable, it doesn't look great on me, and it absolutely gets me carded for looking like a 14-year-old, but after a childhood wasted being careful not to stain my dress or tear my tights, I feel I've earned a cheesy t-shirt or three.

[boltlightning]

saw your long fourth wing post and am sending you a long ask(s) joining you in this space. i so wish violet had kept the poisoner angle! she rides her dragons differently than everyone and gets through the gauntlet in a different way but she can't fight in a different way? can't coat her knives in poison/paralytics? it's been a while since i read the book so can't remember where her poison knowledge comes from but i feel like it could easily tie back into stuff she read in books as a scribe

Also agree that shadow powers fit violet better, like violet’s first instinct to win a fight is sneak around and poison ppl. her idea for that one event is to break into and steal stuff from her mom’s office! And how would her mom feel about having three kids who are all dragon riders but they all have powers that are like defensive/supportive instead of offensive and don’t have anything to do with the kind of strength the dragon school emphasizes!! xaden having lightning def furthers his whole dark and brooding thing. Like what if the only other person who had similar powers as you was the person who killed your dad? Every time you use the power you gained you were reminded of everything all the rebellion kids lost? Augh. Not to mention the optics of it all. Navarre violently quells a rebellion and don’t want to happen again,son of dead rebellion leader manifests powers visually similar to powers of general who killed rebellion leader uhoh last ask i swear. as someone who's also acespec your tags on that second post were also how i felt lmao

god. you just get it.

the poison thing was a perfect opportunity to paint her as an atypical hero!! plus, the way we're introduced to the culture, there is really no reason for violet to be reluctant about killing...but maybe seeing the effects of her poison up close in combat, and how horrific that is, might let her in on how fucked up it can be, yknow?

and you raise a REALLY good point about the siblings all having non-combatant abilities that i'm kind of obsessed with?? in general i think having the mean general mom be a one-dimensional villain was a misstep, and the suggestions here would force violet's remaining family to be in the story more. and, as you said, show some flaws in the military system that are could actually be acknowledged diegetically.

one of the (perhaps unintentional) themes is that your past does not define you, and you are not obliged to meet expectations set for you, but...violet...stays in the dragon quadrant like her mother wants, gets a badass dragon like her mother wants, even gets powers like her mother's and the most resolution we get for her relationship with her mother is violet mentally saying "Fuck. Her." and continuing to serve until a man convinces her that maybe war crimes are bad, actually. lmao.

i would LOVE if xaden's character actually had depth. his way of mourning his people is serving them, and serving them through wielding the very powers that could have killed his family is so good!! this uh...this does bring into sharp relief the problem of "why the hell did navarre give the children of the people who revolted LITERAL DRAGONS and the power that comes with wielding them even if you're not on dragonback?" but. yknow. whatever. if we're ignoring that: violet switching powers with xaden really, actually, truly leans into that theme in a way that has teeth and meaning.

also no one has suffered as much as acespec girlies who picked up modern romance/fantasy books. why are they all Like That. i'm with you anon <3

[nerdasaurus1200]

I need to make more content about the bebes so here’s some more Analise, Jimmy, and Gideon headcanons.

They were all kinda just dumped at the palace not long after they were born; partly so Arianna and Frederic wouldn’t feel as lonely after Rapunzel was taken.

Jimmy is the only one really close with his dad, and even that’s estranged

Jane, Faith, Friedborg, and Cassandra were basically responsible for raising them. They see them all as big sisters

Gideon and Jimmy are Arianna’s nephews, ans Analise is Frederic’s niece.

Gideon will never admit it, but Flynn Rider has always been a childhood hero of his. He hopes to one day be as fabulous and awesome as him.

More than anything, Jimmy just wants to be a normal kid. He doesn’t mind the military life but he doesn’t wanna obsess over it like his father has. As a boy his dream was always to hang out with the Corona Newsies and help them print newspapers. He considered them the cool kids

Ever since she was little, Analise was always the most inquisitive little girl. She loves being a girly girl, but she also just loves to learn “boy” stuff, like the fields of science and how to be a scholar. Frederic doesn’t remotely approve of this, but Cassandra will smuggle her science books so she can read them between her lessons

Jimmy and Gideon like to let Analise play chess with them

When Jimmy grows up, he becomes the next Captain of the Guard after Eugene.

Another childhood hero of Gideon’s is Hermut. He sees him like a father figure and really looks up to him. In a perfect world, Hermut would adopt him.

When Analise grows up, she founds the first public school and museum in Corona

Eventually Lance takes Gideon on as a protégé because he finds out they both have a passion for theater

Despite Frederic’s attempts to use them to secure alliances with their neighbors, all three of them give him the bird and ditch the idea of political marriages. Jimmy marries a Vardaran girl who works on Quaid’s honeyfarm, Analise marries a philosopher and lives in the country, and Gideon travels the world with a fellow theater lover

Analise was one of the first ones to greet Rapunzel when she came back

Every year before Rapunzel came back, on her birthday they’d make her a little trinket to send up with their lantern

Jimmy speaks the same way Damian Wayne does

[neonartistycauseidk]

got any cool coach oleander hcs?

Yeah! I’ve got a few-

Well for starters——I personally believe that Oleander as a little kid was a “slight bit more feminine” than most boys his age- Not like stereotypically “feminine” but like——“Girly” in a sense that meanwhile as some of his school friends were out playing baseball or soccer—or playing in the mud—-Lil Olly would stay behind, usually sticking out back behind the school or in his “meadow” picking flowers and playing with animals ( bunnies, hint, hint, ). And though these school boy friends wouldn’t “necessarily” bully him for it—-his dad wasn’t too keen about it- Considering that he appears to be more “old school” compared to other known dads in this series——Only wanting for his son to be as “manly” as him…..

Then this other one I have—Deals a bit more onto how he delved further into a state of “insanity..?”

So basically- Years had passed since he had left home, and failed many times to get into the military, when he had received the sudden news of his fathers death——his father, I see, had died of AIDS ( I know it’s specific- but trust me, for his time it does make a bit of sense??? ) Anyway—-Though Oleander had not really liked his father—-he still had at least one fond memory with him——to the point where though he was gone, and he sorta hated him——one side of him still did regret not being “enough” and wished his father was still alive in a sense so he could still attempt to prove himself to him——but alas…..not.

And one last one for the headcannons——I personally like, or not like cause it’s sad—-but, to believe that since we only see his father in his memory vaults and no sign at all of his mother—or even a mother like figure in his life—-I assume he was conceived via one night stand- between Butcher and some random woman from a club of some kind—-The reason that lil Oleander ended up with his father though- was because of the fact that his mother just probably didn’t want him at all- or it could’ve been that she just wasn’t capable of taking care of a baby at this time in her life—-And so, she searched for Butcher, or maybe he even knew about it??? And gave him their son, being Oleander—-From there on out—-Oleander was raised by his single father in a, “slightly better” living condition——-

So yeah! That’s about it!

( Yeesh—-Those we’re pretty sad but that’s all I could think about him for the moment sooo——yeah——)

Thank you for asking!

[pascalscenarios]

YOU & I (Frankie Morales x Reader)

YOU & I (Prequel to The One)

High School/Military! Frankie Morales x High School/ College! Reader

Summary: You get invited to a back to school party by the quarterback. You run into Frankie who doesn’t want you to be there

Warning: 3 year age gap **Frankie and Reader do not date in high school**, swearing, body image, underage drinking, intoxication, sexual suggestiveness 

Words: 4344

Authors Note: I love Frankie. Also there's one part in this chapter that’s parallel to a part in The One...IYKYK... I cry. Enjoy - K

CHAPTER 2

It was three weeks into school. You were familiar with the layout of the campus, knowing where everything was and you memorized the schedule.

Frankie ended up talking to Santiago. He had apologized the next day when he picked you up for school. He invited you to sit with him and the swim team guys wherever you wanted to and promised if he couldn't take you home, he would let you know beforehand so you could get a ride with Frankie.

You had managed to make a new friend a couple of days into school. You were eating lunch outside alone. You sat on a picnic table under a tree. You were reading a novel for English class when a football lands on the ground beside you.

You look up from your book, seeing some of the guys who were messing around on the football field came jogging towards you. You set your book down on the table, standing up to pick the football.

“Sorry! I swear you weren’t trying to hit you” he apologized.

“It’s alright” You giggled, handing him the ball.

“I’m Micah Bradshaw” he extends his hand out.

You knew who he was. Micah Bradshaw was popular, a senior, and a quarterback of the football team. Definition of an All-American boy. He was legendary, or at least that’s what you heard. His freshman year of high school he made it onto varsity and has been there since, bringing the team to win the state championship every year, but you also knew him as the jock that sits next to you in history.

You thought he was super cute but didn’t dare to talk to him. Yet here he was talking to you.

You take his hand and introduce yourself.

“You sit beside me in Mr. Foxes...” He smiles.

“Yeah…” You were surprised he even noticed you. Mr. Fox slept through the class, usually, everyone would change seats and hang out with whatever friends they had in that class. Micah would always move to the back of the class to hang out with other football boys.

The bell rings signaling that lunch was over, and to start heading to the final period.

“I know we have history next, do you wanna walk together?”

“Okay,” You smile.

“Alright, just let me grab myself off the field, I’ll be right back” He jogs back over to the field to greet his friends goodbye and grab his bag. You pick up your plate of lunch and dump it into the trash can. You pick up your bag from the table and slip your arms through the straps. Holding your book in your hands.

He makes it back over to you, “Ready?”

You nod and you both start walking to the main building.

“You're a freshman right?” He says starting a conversation.

“God is it obvious?” you laughed.

“Well figured you were because I haven’t seen you around before. I kinda know everyone” he shrugged.

“This school is massive… How do you have time to know everyone?”

“I’m a pretty social guy, I like talking and getting to know people”

“Unlike me… I kinda just stick to myself.”

“Nah you gotta put yourself out there! The high school will be a lot of fun once you do!”

The two of you headed down the long hall and turned to the left, entering the classroom. Mr. Fox rolled out the TV and turned it on. He took a VHS tape and inserted it into the VHS slot in the tv.

You and Micah sat down in your seats.

Mr. Fox shut off the classroom lights, walking towards the back of the class to his desk. “Today you’ll watch a documentary about The Industrial revolution. Take notes”

You and Micah chatted the whole period. Each class, you two would talk, getting to know each other. He was charming and super funny. Eventually, as days passed, the two of you became good friends.

...

“Hey, there’s a party this weekend, you should come” Micah whispers as your history class was reading the textbook and taking down notes.

“A party?”.

“Yeah, it’s welcome back party, Navarro high school tradition. We wait a few weeks after school starts to throw it. It will be fun! There’s gonna be food, drinks, a pool out in the back”

“O-okay!” You whispered.

He takes a notebook and pen out of his bag, jotting down the address. He rips the paper and hands it to you.

You take the paper from his hands, smiling at him.

…

You stared down at the address and you walked to Santiago’s car. Santiago and Frankie were leaning against the jeep waiting for you.

“God, can you walk any slower?” Santiago yells at you. “What are you looking at?”

You quickly stuff the piece of paper in your pocket, “Nothing!...I’m coming!” you shout as you quickly jog.

Santiago rolls his eyes into the car, Frankie following. You reach the Jeep and get in the backseat.

“Hey, Smiles” Frankie looks back over his shoulder.

“Hi, Frankie”

“What? No “Hi” for your favorite cousin?”

“Hey, asshat” you give him a fake smile.

“Haha very funny” He rolls his eyes.

“Hey, do you guys wanna go to the mall?” If you were going to go to that party this weekend you needed an outfit. You knew whatever you had in your closet wasn’t going to cut it. You needed something that told people you were mature for your age and you wanted Micah to think you looked cute.

“What's it like right now?’ Santiago asks

“Yeah, been a while since we all did something together”

“I’m down” Frankie buds in.

…

The three of you walked around in the Mall. You were searching for a store that would have cute clothing. You wanted to look good at this party.

“Hey, can we go here?” You say stopping in front of a young woman’s store.

“No we’ll wait outside” Santi scoffs.

A group of girls around Santiagos and Frankie's age passed by and walked right into the store.

“On second thought, let's go to Francisco!” He says slapping his hand and races inside.

You rolled your eyes, Frankie laughs stuffing his hands in his letterman jacket, walking inside with you.

This store had all the latest fashion.

You picked something out from the rack that you thought was cute. You wanted to try it on, but you noticed one of the girls that entered the store, came out of the changing room wearing the exact outfit showing it off to all of her friends. They all complimented her saying how amazing she looked. And she did look great. The outfit fits her perfectly.

You hold up the outfit and look down at your body. There was a way you would be able to fill it out. Your body was still developing. You place it back on the rack.

“Ugh I’m going to fill out any of these,” you muttered under your breath.

“What are we doing here?” Frankie folds his arms, placing them on top of the rack on the positive side of you.

“I’m just looking at clothes”

“But none of this is you..you don’t wear this stuff. It’s like too girly.”

“Wow thank Frankie,”

“Come on, you know I don’t mean it like that, it’s just you never cared for dressing up like the girls in Beverly Hills 90210”

Maybe I wanna try something different,” you say as you look through the rack for another outfit.

“Is it because of a boy?”

“No” you lied.

“Who is it? What’s his name?”

You groan, leaving the rack to look somewhere else. Frankie follows you.

“There’s no boy, Frankie” You reassured him.

“I think there is, come on, tell me his name. Do I know him?”

“Even if there is a boy, which there isn’t, I wouldn’t tell you” You settle at a new rack, going through the clothes.

“Look at me,” he says in a serious tone.

You keep looking at the rack. He takes his fingers and places them under your chin for you to look at him.

“If there is a boy, just know that you shouldn’t change the way you are. Just be yourself, Smiles. If they can’t see how truly great you are, then it's their loss. They don’t deserve you, your time and energy.” His thumb rubs your chin.

“Sup guys” Santiago shows up wearing sunglasses and butterfly hair clips in his hair.

“How do I look?” Frankie drops his hand and turns to face

You and Frankie start laughing.

“Beautiful!” Frankie slings his arms around Santi’s shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, those girls over there were asking about you”

Frankie looked over his shoulders at the girls who were still over by the dressing room. They were always looking over at him.

“Yeah, talked you up a big game” Santi smirked

“Santi-” Frankie sighed.

“Hurry up go!” Santi shoves Frankie in the direction of the girls.

Frankie looks at you shaking his head and rolling his eyes at Santiago trying to set him. He turns and walks over to them.

“Hey” he could hear him say. He was smiling sweetly at the girls. You couldn’t hear much, but you knew he must have said something funny or sweet because all the girls began to giggle.

You watch Frankie flirt with the one girl who tried on the outfit you wanted to try. She playfully touched his arm and flashed his smile.

“Jealous?” You snap out of their trance and look over to Santiago who raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?! No!” you quickly focused your attention back to looking through the clothes.

“Come on I’m not stupid. I know you like Frankie” he chuckled taking off the sunglasses and butterfly clips.

“I do not!”

“Pfff, please you’ve been following him around like a lovesick puppy since you were seven” he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever”

“See you’re not arguing with me now because you know it's true”

“What’s true?” Frankie comes back to both of you.

“Nothing!” you quickly say, grabbing a random outfit off the rack.”I’m getting this, let's go” You rush over to the cashier.

…

You stood outside the house where the party was taking place. Standing on the sidewalk, you could hear the loud booming of the music and people coming in and out of the house, hanging out in the front or walking to the backyard.

You lied to your Mom telling her you were sleeping over at your aunt and uncles and would be hanging out with Santiago. You caught the bus and walked several blocks to get here.

You walk up the path and head inside the house. You felt so small compared to everyone else. As you walked through the house you noticed some people you had classes with but you didn’t know anyone. You awkwardly stood off to the side, unsure of what to do.

“Hey!”

You see Micah making his way towards you.

“Hi, Micah!” You shouted over the loud music.

“You made it! Wow! You look great!”

“Thanks!” You felt your cheeks burn.

“Welcome to your first high school party! Foods and drinks in the kitchen, music, and dancing in the house, out back we got beer pong and a pool- make yourself at home!”

“Okay!” “I’ll catch you in a few I gotta go pick up more drinks!” With that, he leaves you standing alone. You decided to head to the kitchen to go get a soda.

You went into the kitchen heading over to the island table, grabbing a Coke off the counter.

“Damn, who is that?” You heard someone say. You felt eyes on you.

“Dude, come on stop staring-” Shit it was Frankie.

You quickly turn around. You and Frankie lock eyes, both of your eyes widening. You didn’t know Frankie was going to be here. Yet again, he was popular. If he was here that meant Santi was around here somewhere.

He says pushing himself off from leaning on the counter, and coming closer to you. “Smiles? What are you doing here?” He says with a confused look on his face. “How did you even know about this party?- How’d you even get to this side of town?”

“I got invited...I caught the bus and walked”

“Invited be who?” He seemed a little angry at whoever allowed you to be here.

“Does it matter?”

“Geez, what are you wearing?” You were wearing a midriff top that shows a bit of your stomach and a mini skirt.

It was a cute outfit, but something a young teenager your age shouldn’t be wearing. He clicked in his head that this is why you went into that store, to get an outfit for this party.

“Thanks...you really know how to compliment someone” you feel less confident now. Wrapping your arms around yourself. He realized that you probably thought he was judging your outfit, which wasn’t the case, he was just surprised at what you were wearing.

“No, I didn’t mean-” he quickly changes the subject “Look you shouldn’t be here”

“Why?”

“Because...Come on, I’ll take you home” he sets his drink on the counter, taking your hand, ready to lead you through the crowd.

“No!” you protested

“Smiles-”

“Come on Frankie, this is my first high school party let me live a little”

“No, If Santiago finds out you’re here, he’s gonna flip!”

“Frankie come on please, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him” you pleaded.

“He’s here if he sees you-”

“Then I’ll make sure I won’t be seen... I’ll be okay, I know you guys will be here” you try to reason.

“No smiles” he shakes his head

“Frankie please” you begged.

“No!”

“Please” you pouted, giving him your big pleading eyes, and looked at him sadly. He fell for it every time. Frankie could never tell you because of his soft spot for you. You had him wrapped around your finger. You used it to your advantage, and this was one of those times.

He sighs. “If I see you doing something you're not supposed to, that’s it. We’re going home”

“Thank you”

…

Frankie watched you like a hawk as the night progressed. Frankie stood across the room, hanging out with his swim team teammates. He made sure to look over at you every so often to make sure you were safe. He didn’t want anyone trying to take advantage of you.

Little did Frankie know that you had been downing beers left and right throughout the night. You were standing against the wall next to a random cooler full of canned beer. You and a random boy, Jack, a sophomore, who was also standing against the wall were cracking them all open, and even shotgunning a few.

You were feeling a little woozy. It was a different feeling, you’ve never experienced before.

“Hey? You wanna dance?!” Jack is holding a beer in his hand.

You hiccupped “Okayyyy” you drop the beer can on the ground. You grabbed his hand, dragging him to the middle of the living room where everyone was dancing. You were giggling and having fun dancing to the music with the random guy

Frankie looked away for once second and noticed you were gone from your spot on the wall. He quickly stands up straight from leaning against the wall and looks around the room.

His eyes landed on your dancing, you were okay, nothing bad was happening, until this kid placed his hands on your hips, running his hands up and down your sides, which sent Frankie into a frenzy.

One minute you were having fun, then the next minute someone yanks you away from the guy you were dancing with.

“Hey! Back the fuck off!” Frankie says angry, pulling you behind him. Everyone was still dancing but slightly quilted down as they watched the scene unravel.

“Frankie!” you grab his arm, but he pulls away.

Jack's eyes were widely looked up at Frankie who towered over him “W-We were just d-dancing!” He holds up his hands. “Keep your hands off and to yourself, understand me?!” He was angry.

Jack nods profusely and scurries away.

Frankie turns to face you. “Take a chill pill, Frank, we were just dancing” you giggled.

“That was not dancing! The stupid kid was feeling you up-”

“You’re overreacting gosh we’re just having some funnnn” you hiccup.

He observed you, noticing your tired eyes and giddy smile. You were slightly stumbling trying to keep yourself upright.

“Are you drunk?!” He asks you sternly giving you a hard look.

“Uhhhh maybe” you joked. You try your best to act like your normal self, but to Frankie, you were clearly drunk.

He groaned in frustration. “How much did you drink?” He says pulling you close to him.

You brought your hand up and started to coin on your fingers. “One...Two...five.. I don’t know!” You giggled hard.

“Come on,” he wraps his arms around you and starts to lead you through the house.

“Whatttt where are we going?” you pouted.

“We’re leaving” he opens the front door leading you outside, out to the sidewalk to walk a few houses down to get to his truck.

“But I don’t wanna leave” you whined “I wanna stayyyyy”

��You’re done”

“Nooo”

“We’re going, im taking you-”

“But I wanna stayyyy, let me stayyyy”

“Smiles, no”

“but-”

“I said you’re done! We’re going home!” He snapped at you.

You flinched hearing him yell and you quickly shut up. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tears began as you begin to cry.

He reaches his truck, opening the passenger door, helping you inside.

“Hey, don’t cry...”

“You’re mad at me…” you whimpered, your lip quivering.

“I’m not mad...I didn’t mean to yell at you. Look, I shouldn’t have let you stay at this party. You’re drunk, and if Santiago ever found out you were ever here, he would beat the shit out of me that I let get like this…”

“Y-you can take me home like this..My mom thinks I’m sleeping over Santi’s”

“I’m not taking you home, you’re crashing at my place…”

“I’m sorry”

“I know...No more tears okay” He pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead

“Okay”

...

Your eyes are slowly open. You were laying on your side, staring at movie and band posters that were plastered on the wall. You turn onto your back, slowly sitting up, groaning at the pounding in your head.

You look around the room. A typical teenage room, slightly messy with clothes laying here and there and random knick-knacks and miscellaneous items displays on the desk and bookshelves.

You hear snoring filling the silent room. Looking down to the side of the bed, laid a sleeping Frankie. He was laying face down, sprawled on the ground, a pillow supporting his head, and a blanket covering his body. His mouth hung open and he lightly snored. His disheveled hair covers his eyes.

You couldn’t help but admire how cute and peaceful he looked sleeping.

You didn’t remember him taking you to his house last night.

You get out of bed, noticing your clothing. He's given you a Nirvana smiley-face t-shirt and sweats to change into last night.

You travel around his room. It had been a while since you went to the Morales household or been in Frankie's room. You noticed a sitting on Frankie's bookshelf was a stuffed animal. It wasn’t just any stuffed animal. It was your favorite stuffed animal you had given to Frankie. Percy the bear. He was pretty raggedy. His stuffing was flat and his fur was matted. He had seen better days. You really put him through the wringer as a kid. You picked him up, holding his limp body in your hands.

You had given Percy to Frankie when he had to get surgery to fix his fractured arm when he fell out of the tree one summer. You didn’t want him to be alone when he went into the operation room.

“Hey” he groggily greets you.

You turn to find Frankie standing, tossing his pillow and extra blanket onto his bed. He rubs his face and moves his hair out of his face.

“Hey” you greet him back. “You kept Percy?” you hold up the bear.

He chuckles moving over to you. “Of course! You gave him to me.”

“I can’t believe you still have him.”

“He sits upon my shelf and watches over me when I sleep.” He jokes.

You chuckle, setting Percy back on the shelf. “You know you didn’t have to sleep on the floor...You could have slept next to me, or better yet put me on the floor”

“I know, but either that would be rude of me either way”

“Thanks… and I’m sorry about last night. I was being stupid-”

“I get it. I was your age once. You just want people to like you and fit in, but you’re young. You have the rest of your adult life to drink...don’t focus on growing up so fast” He sits down on his desk chair, and you face him, sitting at the foot of his bed.

“Are you going to tell Santiago?”

“I should...but I’m not... it’s between us-”

“Frankie!” you hear someone yelling. You could hear them coming up the stairs.

“Santiago!” You both say it at the same time.

“He’s going to flip if he knows I’m here!”

Frankie quickly grabs you and opens his cluttered closet.

“Frankie! You know how I feel about tight spac-” You gasp as he shoves you in there and slides the door partially. Frankie sits back at his desk chair, cracking open a textbook to make it look like he was in the middle of doing homework.

“Frankie!” Santiago says busting through the door.

“Dude, what are you doing here?” Frankie asks.

“Your mom let me in. Where the hell did you go last night? I went looking for you, but everyone was telling me you left some party with a girl” he says teasingly and sits on Frankie's bed.

“Get some action?” he wiggles his eyebrows

“Oh god” you whisper to yourself, your hand covers your face.

“Knock it off, it wasn’t like that, Santi” Frankie rolls his eyes

“Come on, who was it? Why are you being all shy?” Santiago laughs.

“I’m not being shy! Nothing happened! I just gave her a ride home. Even if something happened, I wouldn’t tell you. That’s none of your business. Have some respect man”

You try to hide further in the closet when you accidentally, bump into the box, making it tip over. You let out a gasp because it startled you, put quickly, slap your hand over your mouth, preventing yourself from making any other noise.

Santiago stares at the closet, to Frankie, the back to the closet. He gets ups walking over to pull the door open,

“Santi No-” Frankie stands up trying to stop him, but it was too late. Santiago opens the door finding you standing there. His eyes stare at you in confusion.

“Smiles what are you-” his eyes widen. He looks at you and Frankie. You see a switch that goes off in the head. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He had the wrong idea.

“You son of a bitch!” He lunges at Frankie, grabbing a hold of his shirt.

“Santiago, I didn’t do anything! Nothing happened!” Frankie tries pushing Santiago off but struggles.

“Santi!” You yell running out from the closet, pulling him by the arms.

Santi and Frankie tussle, Santi gets rough with him. “You piece of shit! You were with my cousin?! what the FUCK man?! What kind of best friend are you?! I’m going to fucking KILL YOU! Sleeping with my cousin are you FUCKING INSANE- I TRUSTED YOU!”

“You really think I would do something like that?! You honestly think I would sleep with Smiles?!”

“It fucking looks like it! Why are they here then?! Smiles is wearing your clothes-“

“Let me explain!”

“No I’m not gonna let you explain, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass that’s what I’m gonna-”

“ENOUGH” You shouted.

Both of them stop and look at you. “Frankie and I didn’t do ANYTHING...he slept on the floor. Look, I went to that party last night and I got drunk. I couldn’t go home because I lied to my Mom saying I was sleeping at your house. Frankie saw me there and took me to crash at his place… that’s all that happened.”

Santiago let go of Frankie.

“What the hell were you doing here?”

“I got invited”

“By who?!”

“-The important thing is that I’m fine! Frankie knew I was there the whole-” you stop, eyes widening realizing what you just said. You weren’t meant to say that. You just got Frankie into more trouble with Santi.

“Frankie knew- You knew they were there?” Santiago angrily stares at Frankie.

Frankie sighs, owning up to what happened. “Smiles begged me-”

“You fucking let them get to you! You don’t know how to tell them no! How many times have I told you, learn to put your foot down when it comes to Smiles man!” He shouts.

“Santi, it's not his fault-” you stick up for Frankie, feeling terrible you put him in this position.

“Stay out of this!” He points a figure and shouts at you.

“You let my cousin stay at a party where she could have easily been taking advantage of, get drunk-”

“I was watching Smiles the whole time, they never left my sight-”

“That’s beside the point! Anything could have happened to them, And you the two of you weren’t going to tell me about this huh? You were just going to keep it between the two of you..”

You and Frankie said stay silent.

“Unbelievable- Fuck you, Frankie. Smiles, let’s go. I’m taking you home”

“Santi, please just-” You look over to Frankie giving him an apologetic look. Santi grabs you by the arm, dragging you out of Frankie's house.

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