#oliver shepard

[writergracethepanda]

If Lady Hong has no haters, I am dead.

[starlicca]

So I made a playlist on Spotify with Taylor Swift songs that remind me of Snowbaz and organise them according to the events of the books (CO, WS, ATWB)

Go listen NOW!!

And tell me if there is any song that refers to them and I didn't put it on the playlist ;-)

[danteeclair]

It takes two to tango

[docotokautism]

wow i canr believe Franklin Shepard, Spiderman and William Shakespeare are in a polyamourous gay relationship

[paragonraptors]

Listen I’ve been following you for close to a decade at this point and I love what I see of all of your characters but I also know nothing about them. Do you have refs? Backstory I can haunt? More art in a secret vault somewhere?

yunno I briefly thought about making lil summary cards for everyone cuz I was thinking I don't say much about any of my ocs outside of private convos w friends, but all the stuff I've posted for them is tagged with their name! quite a bit of stuff in there is probably outdated/been reworked though and I've just never gotten around to posting new stuff.

I'll drop some brief summaries- a beginner's guide if you will-

Stellian - Loves the idea of power. Loves to manipulate others. Does not want to be held accountable for it. Will martyr himself to not get held accountable for it. If I ever saw him in real life I would feel obligated to take him down.

Niall - The everyman farmboy you wanna have a drink with. Will eat that weird bug if you dared him to and especially if you give him a dollar. Says the wrong thing most of the time but is also a huge carelord so it sort of balances out.

Oli - IDK how else to explain him other than in a contemporary AU he is writing a PhD thesis on an extremely specific niche of ancient Elvhen history and he refuses to upgrade his 2003 nokia phone. Surprisingly tolerant and even indulgent of tomfoolery.

Addison - Not really a Mom Friend, but she is the one you call at 2 am because you threw up/have a flat tire/need to cover up a murder. If she didn't have to be Shepard she would be a beer-crushing auto-mechanic who keeps a shotgun by her fax machine just in case it starts acting up. (I like the Synthesis ending because we love character development here.)

Nate - The kid who got the "has a lot of potential, he just needs to apply himself" comment at parent-teacher conferences. Charismatic in a way that undoubtedly makes him Alec Ryder's son but don't tell him that. A bit of a slut (affectionate). Weak ankles.

[1eona]

Weeping Heart

There's a "weeping heart." That's a martini with drell-skin venom.

or, in which jane thinks that drink would be a good idea for some reason. (you can read my whole explanation on twitter if you want)

[musemuseum]

Muses within the 2SLGBTQI+ community:

Bisexual 2/?

Juliet Diaz (preference for women)

Kash Peterson

Kingston Valynwood

Lex Murphy

Loyal Branson

Mara Kelley

Marrick DeLuca

Mickey Burke

Morgana Rosenfield

Naomi Martin

Oakley Marks

October Cromwell

Oliver Cress

Oscar Spears

Pandora Presley

Queenie Kirkland

Quincy Grimm

Rebecca Mycroft

Riddle Day (preference for women)

Shepard Groves

Sirius Breslin

Skylar Morrand

Sophie Flynn

Sylvie Matland

Valerie Minx

Vesper Hughes

Willa Hayworthe

Wren Young

Astrid Portland

Ethan Henderson

[tabswrites]

Happy STS, Tess!

It's time to know about the thoughts that keep your oc(s) up at night; what cringey memory still haunts them to this day?

-HD

Happy STS, HD!

Cringey memories? Oh boy 😅

Adrin (S.S): He dreams about his sister most nights, and when the dreams shift from sad to happy, he is reminded of all the times they spent climbing the big oak tree in their backyard. One particular memory he hates thinking about is when he tried to show off by trying to climb to the top. He lost his footing and fell out of the tree…into his mother’s compost pile. His sister called him “Stinky” for a while after that.

Oliver (S.S): Oliver’s entire life is cringe-worthy, if I’m being honest. Fortunately for him, he’s in denial about that.

Grey (WWLF): Will is never going to let him forget about their first date, when they went to a Japanese restaurant and Grey tried to show off by eating a mouthful of wasabi. It took 3 glasses of water and a piece of pickled ginger to quell the fire, but the memory lives on.

Will (WWLF): His parents took him on a trip to Washington D.C when he was about 16, and when they were at the Lincoln Memorial he decided it was a great place to goof around. He started photobombing a bunch of tourists, but karma caught up to him—as he was running to jump into a photo, he tripped, and the entire thing was caught on camera. A happy family with Honest Abe as the backdrop…and a falling teenager in the background. He will never live it down (or tell Grey).

[deyaa-97]

A distress call from a family trapped in Gaza to stay alive

We need you to spread our story to the world.

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In this difficult time. The past 11 months of displacement and famine have exacerbated our suffering and unbelievable difficulties. We have used all the sad words to describe the situation we have reached, but these words were not enough. The scale of the tragedy and suffering is much greater than what you may have seen on social media.

My family lost their home and I also lost my home which I had prepared to get married and settle down in with my life partner.

My supportive friends, you can support my family either by donating or sharing our campaign link with others so that the goal is reached sooner, please help us.

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note:

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[whats-in-a-sentence]

New Shepard is designed to launch a capsule in which tourists can enjoy trips above the atmosphere like those offered by Virgin Galactic.*

* It is when such fripperies have been compared to SpaceX that Mr Musk's animus on the subject has been most clearly expressed.

"The Moon: A History for the Future" - Oliver Morton

[theupstairskid]

I don't have a timestamp but if you watch the background the right side when Oliver is talking at one point during the Paleyfest panel thing you can see Bear being a little cutie

[cfthesoul]

tag drop pt 13

[zagreuses-art]

Ahmed reached out to me to create art to help with his family's fundraising efforts, and I'm so glad to be able to work with him on this. If any of the folks who see this or have liked any of my art in the past take a moment to donate or reblog, you could make a big difference to him and his family.

His family is close to their goal at the time of making this, so even a little bit helps.

This fundraised has been vetted multiple times (here) and they asked me to @ some folks here

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[danteeclair]

Happy N7 day!

[qpidkitea]

TRANQUILITY

FARLEIGH START X FEM! READER

PRÉCIS: AU where Oliver is caught before he fully takes over Saltburn, Felix is still dead, and obviously Farleigh is completely torn and in need of comfort at the loss of his best friend and cousin, takes place after the curtain scene

WARNING: Angsty, cursing, mentions of death, cheek kisses, descriptions of a dead body, so much crying, comfort.

Nothing could've prepared you for today. Nothing could've prepared you for the horrified scream of Elspeth that's still ringing in your ears after the finding of Felix's dead body. His face was blue and swollen, a white, foamy, dried substance cascading down his cheek. His wings from his costume were bent and dirtied as he lay face down on the floor. The police discovered Oliver and his schemes almost immediately. They found the discarded powdered poison laying just a few yards away from the crime scene in the maze. His fingerprints were all over it.

Lunch was unbearable. After watching Oliver being pulled away from the mansion in handcuffs, everyone, especially Farleigh, was excused, his previous claims of drug use dismissed. Silent tears streamed down almost everyone's faces. Venetia almost looked dead. She was surely high on some type of pills, her mascara horribly smudged on her pale face. You wanted to help her, but you feared that if you touched her, she would crumble under your touch completely. Farleigh was shaking horribly, trembling with the effort of trying to keep his breakdown at bay, but tears still found their way down his face.

You sat silently beside Farleigh, holding and squeezing his hand underneath the table, staring down at the soon-to-be cold Shepards Pie on the table in front of you. Elspeth clears her throat, and you look up. She smiles at you, lifting her wineglass and taking an almost dangerous gulp of wine. She sets down the glass, the sound of it being painfully loud because of the quietness of the entire place, the only other sounds being small sniffles, and the sound of Jame's fork and knife cutting into his meal.

"Y/N darling?" Elspeth's voice startles you, sucking you out of the silence of your own head.

"Yes?" You didn't know what she could've possibly asked you at the moment. Your thoughts bounced off the walls of your head, wondering if she would ask you anything about Oliver. Maybe a question about if you noticed any of this behavior at school, or while he lived here..

"Did you enjoy the party?" Farleigh chuckles slightly, squeezing your hand impossibly tight. He shook his head in utter disbelief at her question.

Before you could answer, Duncan enters the room quietly, leaning down next to Sir James, who looks completely unfazed but yet mortified. Duncan then whispers in James' ear, something about closing the curtains in case the coroner passes the window of the room that you all sat in.

"Yes. Thank you. Close them."

Duncan closes the curtains smoothly, the room becoming an almost evil looking red as they close. There was one area left of the room that still shun with the beautiful light of the morning, and you can't help but think how the day would be perfect for laying in the tall grass fields underneath the warm sun, ignoring the cold breeze that would pass you. Duncan takes a few steps to close the last curtain, only to struggle horribly. Something must've been caught. His efforts became more aggressive, especially after noticing the coroner walking closer to the window. Sir James became more aggravated at each tug of the curtain.

"Duncan, just get them closed, for Christ's sake!" Sir James yells and angrily lets his fists slam against the table, and it makes everyone in the room jump.

"Yes, I am trying, sir. I can’t-" Duncan gives the curtain a final yank, and the room is plunged into the same red darkness. As if on cue, the sound of the gurney that held Felix's body rolled on the gravel, complete with the ambulance doors shutting harshly. That seemed to be Farleigh's final straw. He stands up abruptly, still holding your hand, which yanks your arm, forcing you to stand up with him. As Farleigh walks away, you walk with him quietly, ignoring the protested yells of Sir James. He walks quickly, still shaking, with tears flowing down his face.

Even though Farleigh was walking incredibly fast, it seems the walk was longer than usual, his long legs working overtime as he walks the enormous expanse of the mansion.

"Farleigh... slow down please'm gonna fall-" You were tripping on your own two feet, whisking down hallways and turning the curves of the wall way too fast to even register you were turning them.

"Shut up"

You weren't trying to submit to him, nor show your weakness, but you knew he was frustrated, so you shut your mouth. Farleigh loved the feeling of control, especially after feeling like he had none recently. As you reach Farleigh's room, you immediately noticed the white powder spread across in a thin line across the brown wooden desk in his room. You take your hand away from his, pushing the door closed gently. As the door closes behind you, Farleigh breaks down, not even making it to his bed before his knees give out. Sobbing quietly with his back turned and his arm and head resting on the edge of the messy, unmade bed, his body jumping with every try to catch his breath.

You walk quickly to him, crouching down next to him, not worried about your skirt riding up, not around him. Rubbing your hand up and down his back, you gave him a minute to let it all out, to let all the tears out that couldn't be let out in the somewhat hostile situation of lunch.

"Farleigh..." Before you knew it, five minutes passed, and it seemed as if Farleigh's cries weren't faltering, still crying and sniffing at the intensity that he was when he started.

"Farleigh, darling please, breathe for me." He breathe's in wildly, his breath was so shaky, you thought that if he tried to breathe in properly, his lungs would explode. He finally lifts his head up, his face extremely red from crying and the lack of a proper breath. You cup his wet face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks, drying them as you do.

Instead of words, you do. You breathe in deeply, and Farleigh mocks you shakily, but he still does. You hold your breath for a minute before exhaling. With each inhale you take, he mirrors your breath again, and again, and again, until he returns to normal breathing.

You pull the wreck of a boy into a tight hug. He doesn't hug you back, but you don't mind. Pulling back, you kiss his cheeks and then his forehead, which seems to calm him down all together. A hiccup is heard coming from him and you can't help but giggle. The poor boy cried too hard to the point of hiccups.

"Thank you" Farleigh looks into your eyes as he says this, words sounding strange from the swelling of his sinuses and vocal cords. He looks down at his lap, sighing harshly before leaning his head against his bed, feeling his neck dampen from his own tears that stained the sheets.

"Here, let me get you a cold cloth." You stand up, traveling down the hall to the cold bathroom. It was a chilly day at Saltburn. You open the small closet next to the door, opening it to reveal a stack of purple, white, and beige washcloths. You grab a purple one and walk to the sink. As you turn on the sink, you run your fingers underneath the cold water, your fingers going numb as the water turns colder. You place the rag under the running water, letting it completely soak, the color of the cloth becoming a deep purple.

You turn off the water and squeeze the rag of the remaining water, unfolding it and letting it swing in the air, letting the chilly air make the rag colder. As you walk back down the hall, you were happy to hear silence. Happy to hear that Farleigh hadn't cried again. You walk into the doorway and see Farleigh still where you left him, with his head leaning back on the bed. You sit down next to him on your knees. The hardwood floors hurt, but it was all worth it for your sweet boy.

Placing a cool wet rag on his hot face felt like heaven for Farleigh. He sighed deeply as you pressed the rag to his face. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he was smiling. His face cooled down quickly, and he soon exhaled harshly because of restricted air flow coming through his covered face. He was okay. And you were glad he was okay.

"What the fuck would I do without you?" His words come out muffled, nasally, and strained, but you still heard him. You pull the rag off his face and gently kiss his cheek for the third time.

"Probably suffer"

[paragonraptors]

wow that race was nail-biting!