#peyton speaks

[goodlesson]

john bucky egan you are never defeating the pining after your best friend allegations

[redladydeath]

Been thinking about my headcanons for Vox's fucked up childhood recently. Decided to write 1300 words about it because why not.

Vox was born in 1919 to stage performers Winnifred Vaughan and William Oxright. They’d struggled to have children and had him somewhat later in life, so they saw him as something of a miracle baby. However, despite how dearly they had wanted him, it didn’t take long for their attention to turn elsewhere. Vox’s mother was a singer/dancer/actress with lofty ambitions, but who had found limited success, while his father was a singer/actor who was beginning to transition into a managerial role. They were both highly invested in their careers which took up a vast majority of their time. As a result, Vox (or Vaughn at the time) was often left in the care of friends and relatives, brought along to the theater to wait backstage, or simply left alone in their Philadelphia townhouse during his early years.

Almost as soon as Vox was old enough to form memories, he learned that if he wanted his parents’ attention, he needed to work for it. Vox was a very cute child, with piercing blue eyes and a precocious demeanor, but while that may have been enough for his parents’ friends/coworkers, it clearly wasn’t for them. At the age of two, he began putting on little shows for the people backstage, using what he’d picked up from watching others perform. People found this adorable and began recommending that his parents get him involved in the industry since he showed legitimate promise. His mother began teaching him how to perform in her free time and his father enrolled him in a dance school. Vox eagerly went along with this; when he performed, people would give him attention and praise, so he’d just continue performing.

By the age of five, Vox’s parents started to get ambitious. Their son was showing a level of talent and dedication “beyond his years” and it had people enthralled. They decided that it would be best for all of their careers to have Vox start performing for real and joined a Vaudeville company. His father would handle the business side of things while his mother would continue to train him and manage his everyday life. They promised him that if he did well, he may one day be famous or even end up in the movies. Vox, not even old enough to read and feeding off the love and attention his parents were suddenly showing him, obeyed without question and threw himself into his new job.

The three of them toured the Vaudeville circuit for the next several years. Vox’s mother occasionally would perform alongside him, but usually, he was up onstage by himself or with other members of the company. It was grueling work; their troupe wasn’t particularly well-known, so they performed more shows at more locations across the country than more well-established companies. For a while, Vox convinced himself that he was happy. Even if the work was hard and they were never in one place long enough for him to make any real friends, he was pleasing his parents and helping the family make money. But as the years went on, he began to lose his enthusiasm. He was so tired all the time, but his mother would never allow him a moment’s rest. He needed to keep working and training; if he didn’t, he was being lazy and risked costing the family their place in the troupe. When he powered through the exhaustion, his parents would lavish him with praise, telling him what a hard worker and good child he was being, so that became the norm.

Despite his dedication, Vox never made it out of the mid-leagues. Audiences thought his act was charming, but no Hollywood producers ever swooped in and offered to put him in a movie. His parents still tried their best to network their way to success though. Vox often found himself brought along to some very not child-friendly industry parties, where he would sit awkwardly in a sea of drunk adults while his parents tried to schmooze with the big shots. This was the norm for a while, until one man almost succeeded in luring him into private while he was left unattended. Thankfully, his father punched the man’s lights out, and from then on Vox wasn’t allowed to come to parties anymore; after a show, his parents would drop him off at the boarding house the troupe was staying in and leave him in the locked room by himself while they went off to celebrate.

By the time he was ten, Vox fully understood that he was miserable. He was exhausted and in pain most of the time, he was socially isolated and undereducated, and he was finally wise to the manipulative praise-neglect loop his parents utilized to keep him obedient. On top of all that, his career was in more-or-less the same place as it had started. There was nothing he could do to break the loop though. This was all he’d ever known, and any time he tried to push back against his parents, his mother would blow up at him, crying about how he was ungrateful and lazy and would drive them to poverty if he quit, while his father would turn cold and harsh.

Things finally came to a head when one night, during a performance, Vox’s ankle just suddenly gave out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor in front of a packed theater. It was humiliating, and to make matters worse, he couldn’t get back up, no matter how hard he tried. His parents gave him hell for forcing the troupe to issue refunds, but they recognized that he was injured. For the first time in who-knows-how-long, Vox was allowed to rest… for a few weeks. However, as soon as he was able to (gingerly) walk again, his parents were demanding he get back onstage— they couldn’t afford to have him out of commission for an extended period of time because of something as minor as a sprain. He reluctantly went back to his usual performance schedule, in pain all the while. Then his ankle gave out again. Another few weeks of recovery time. Then back to work. When he collapsed onstage for the third time, his parents finally took him to a doctor. After examining his leg, the doctor told them that long-term damage had been done and Vox was at risk of being permanently “crippled” if he kept walking/dancing on it before it was fully healed. His parents, terrified at the concept of Vox’s career ending and them being left with a disabled child, finally relented and took him back home to Philadelphia to recover.

Vox was on crutches for months. He was finally going to a regular school, but his injury, coupled with how behind he was academically made the other students pick on him at worst, avoid him at best. Far worse than that, the year was 1929 and the Great Depression had begun. His parents were incredibly anxious for him to get better already, fearing what would happen if they all lost their jobs. However, by the time that he finished recovering, it became clear that Vox’s dance career was over for good. Vox tried his absolute best to avoid developing a limp (and succeeded, thankfully for his future career), but he simply wasn’t capable of standing for extended periods of time anymore. His parents were deeply disappointed and scrambled to try and get their old jobs back. For the rest of his adolescence, they guilted him for putting the family in such a precarious financial situation at such a dire time for the country.

After years of hard work, Vox was right back where he started: sitting alone in the family townhouse while his parents paid him no mind.

[angels-creative]

Okay, soooo,,,, Brooke and Peyton are equally pretty toxic, but gotta say; Peyton has everything that’s coming to her

[vampirehizzies]

this now lives permanently in my head rent free

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Stella, reading from a piece of paper: In my darkest moment, when all seems lost, you are at my side.

Mac, coming in behind her: I appreciate you too Stella

I can not with this scene. There was no reason for this other than cuteness.

[sensei-venus]

Uhh Peyton smut anyone?✨

[dog-violet]

couple of matching skating polly pics from last weekend

[aardvaark]

i need a new name. the name "wren" is nice and all, but it’s from a very different period in my life, and it doesn’t really represent who i am anymore or what i now know about my own identity. it’s also something that i chose at a pretty young age and more for internet privacy than because i’m nonbinary. besides. imagine if you had to name your children the name you said you would give them when you were like 12. that’s kinda the same deal here lol.

[three-headed-monster]

how does one simply explain sabres ships to people???? like everyone thinks they have no ships when objectively they're all actually in love with each other sooooooo

[mvsicinthedvrk]

@masqce said : [ FAKE ]: alternatively, the sender (who has just been crying in private) hastily wipes away their tears and tries to greet the receiver casually (to varying degrees of success). ( peyton & pei ming. i wanna see him deal with this. )

The martial god regrets approaching Peyton instantly, upon hearing the croaking tone of voice and catching sight of what her eyes actually look like. He has no idea how to deal with someone showing this level of emotion, even if she's clearly trying to hide it-- which he does appreciate for both their sakes. "Don't pay me any mind, I can come back over later, if that's... better," he ends awkwardly, while he boldly points to a vague location on opposite end of the room, looking for any excuse to flee from the situation.

[goodlesson]

me when bad things happen in a show about war

[redladydeath]

POV: You're a denizen of Hell who's turned on your radio and discovered that the Radio Demon is in a generous mood today

[vampirehizzies]

i love that it's the sweetest and most academic/studious girl haley who gets in jail more often compared to brooke and peyton lol

[useragarfield]

i'm doing a rewatch of one tree hill and am watching season 6 and man i've warmed up to peyton and i always did like her more in season 6 (really only got around to loving the character in season 3 and 4 tbh, i had a hard time in season 1&2 because of some the questionable stuff she did) but that being said her behaviour towards julian is infuriating from start to finish. the fact that she dumps the guy and then is outraged that he wasn't sufficiently heartbroken is wild to me

cont. and it's clear it's a hundred per cent ego driven too. she doesn't love julian, right so she dumps him because as brooke said he's rebound guy for peyton and once peyton realizes she still wants luke julian gets unceremoniously dumped so i really don't get peyton's whole spiel about warning brooke of julian's real nature because he allegedly hooked up with another girl after they broke up like sweetie, honey, toots YOU broke up with the man

and her whole suspicious attitude towards him, always assuming the worst i'm like once again the only reason she has to dislike julian is she's butthurt 'cause she believes he moved on from her too fast and like for fuck's sake lady you broke his heart if he wanted to fuck his way through the entire state of california to mend his little heart good for him. i really hate that the writers even tried to pull the wool over our eyes like maybe julian is a jerk like nope he wasn't, not for one second

this one tree hill meta is delicious on this thursday morning, thank you SO Much for sending this.

first of all, i might get some hate for this but s5 peyton aside from the longing after l*cas thing is perhaps my favorite peyton because it was really nice to see her having the ability to do the things she’s so good at, developing talent and running a label and music stuff. season six peyton...mmph. i like seeing her happy but at what cost. (the episode with pucas yelling at her for wanting to carry the kid will always stand out to me as one of his most toxic fucking moments but whatever we’re not here for that)

NO I ALWAYS THOUGHT HER RANDOM “OH LET ME GO TELL BROOKE THAT JULIAN DOESN’T ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HER THING” was one of those ‘oh i’m telling you because i care about you but i’m telling you just because i want to’ sort of things? and julian was literally SO valid for breaking up with peyton it’s a miracle he put up with all the copies of that fucking book during their relationship. whats it to peyton if he was heartbroken and put up a front??? if someone hurt ME i wouldn’t be trying to advertise exactly how much it happened??

DEADASS AND EXACTLY. IF HE WANTED TO WHORE HIS SWEET LITTLE PRODUCER GRINNING ASS AROUND TO HEAL, OR JUST CUZ HE WANTED TO, GOOD FOR HIM. MORE POWER TO YOU, MY BOY. HE WAS LITERALLY SINGLE.

i blame (you guessed it) puke ass for all the narrative ‘hints’ that julian might ever cheat on brooke or move on or anything because literally the man could not have been more faithful or devoted. if SOME bitch hadn’t made cheating what he lettered in in high school, maybe brooke wouldn’t have to feel so vulnerable about it. but that is SO far from her fault.

[tkachukmatthew]

starter for: peyton hanscom ( @richlust )

once they're inside their home, mia's hands wander. the door is not yet fully closed and yet, the keys are dropped into the bowl and her hand is already gathering the material of peyton's dress. she bunches it up around her waist, backing her girlfriend against the wall as her free hand dips between them to caress her inner thighs. "we should've been more prepared. could've fucked you properly at the bar," she mutters, dropping her head into the crook of peyton's neck.

[agentgreenbean]

the ravi/peyton "will they won't they" slow burn is way more compelling than what liv and major had goin on