#reinathane

[richardswan]

starter for: @reinathane​. location: skateland. event: roller disco.

A roller-skating disco night might be just what Rick and Reina needed after weeks of nerves. Having her at home, despite any anxiousness, has been better than okay, really, and a part of Rick was terrified of admitting that. He knew she would leave eventually and capture her own freedom once more, as she always does, and he dreads that day in secret. A part of Rick feels that it’s selfish to want her to stay for, well, forever. It just reminds him too much of when they were young and together constantly, an inseparable pair of best friends. And maybe that’s what they still were after all these years and Rick was simply feeling too nostalgic. 

He reminds himself of just that tonight, especially since he had a date coming later. Someone Izzy set him up with. So, he reminds himself. You’re too nostalgic, latching onto nothing, focus on the present. And he tries, he really does. Hence his theme accurate outfit and evident excitement. By some miracle, he was having a good time. He catches up with club members, old friends, and Olympus natives alike. Somewhere toward the middle of the night he looks for Reina after losing her in the crowd of skating patrons. He catches a glimpse of her outside of the neon-lit circle and Rick skates over to her, stopping himself before he completely hits the wall. He reaches out to open the small door to the outside area and plops down beside where she sits. “You’re supposed to be skating,” Rick teases with arched brows, leaning back for a moment. “I thought you’d be havin’ the time of your life, ‘cause this is so your scene.” He jokes, knowing Reina would rather be caught dead than attending an event like this. Laughter sounds from him before he stands back up, balancing on his skates, “Come on, let’s go. You’re skating and dancing with me, even if I have to drag you out there.”

[andythane]

REAL FAMILY DOES NOT COME FROM YOUR BLOOD it is the people standing beside you when no one else is

DEATH VALLEY -- a thane family playlist. listen here.

[chrmxiing]

           closing the door to his room in the club house , he’s sliding his cut on and walks into the grab room , his hand touched the harley that was plastered in a dent in the wall . making his way down the long hallway , his eyes focused on the phone in his hand . If it wasn’t for her voice cutting him off , he would have possible bumped into her , running her over . ❝ sorry love , didn’t see you . what’re you doing here so early ? ❞ he inquired her as grassy hues scanned the clubhouse , they were the only two their apart from some prospects .

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[beckymorrison]

Starter for: @reinathane​

With the newly bought apple pie, Becky had made her way over to Reina’s house. She knew that probably no one was waiting to celebrate a birthday at the moment with the funeral of Sutton coming up, but to Becky it was probably the best way to make room for something else in her brain. She had done enough crying in her opinion so who else was better than Reina than to make her think about something else. She walked through the backdoor, letting herself in and it didn’t take long to find Reina. “I come bringing birthday cake so please don’t kick me out of the house.”

[teagansmaron]

SPECIAL DELIVERY: @reinathane​

LOCATION / TIME: Lakehouse / Toward Sunset

Initially, when Teagan came down with two bottles of Pinot Grigio to occupy the chair beside Reina on the dock, she didn’t quite know what to expect or if her invitation would be accepted. The last time she had seen Reina had been at Maddie’s birthday party. After that celebration, silence filled the air but maybe it’s expected when your husband suddenly vanishes from the picture. She doesn’t hold much of a lasting impression of Jason. The times she has been near him, a handful of times with one including her first visit to the lakehouse years ago, he was too much for her own liking: inducing a migraine toward the end of the evening. Though, she gives endless credit to the woman married to him for putting up with his bullshit so long. And while the brunette doesn’t openly voice it, she believes Reina deserves more ─ better. But these are confided thoughts. She just wants to enjoy their evening, drowning the rest of their wine, whilst admiring the beautiful sunset creeping behind the Evergreen trees. 

As she tops off their glasses, the second bottle Teagan brought down is empty, she glances back at the lakehouse and the distance. While she isn’t inebriated, it would take her forever to get them a few more bottles when she can just ask Jeremiah to bring it down for them. “Alright, time to text harass your brother-in-law to bring down a few more bottles for us because I’m too comfortable here,” she states in a chuckle. The glow of the iPhone screen is blinding in comparison to the growing darkness around them. It’s one of the fastest ways to get in contact without screaming on top of her lungs  ─ which the thought alone is too much work. As that’s taken care of, the woman turns back to Reina as a hand rests on the nape of her neck. “So,” it trails from her tongue, feeling the buzz in her mouth, “Are you planning on staying single or giving the men of Olympus a run from their money? Maybe even planning some world domination instead?” It was probably insensitive to ask but this is Reina: just look at her.

[torresxpatrick]

16, 18

What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Patrick’s a pretty restless sleeper, but that can mostly be attributed to his time spent in prison and halfway houses, where there’s rarely a completely silent moment. He’s learning to appreciate the quiet, though it can be a bit unnerving sometimes and he often leaves on the TV through the night. Patrick falls asleep on his couch a lot of the time, justifying it by mentioning how his bed will remain made and put together. It’s a timesaver, really, he’s often saying. When he does sleep in his bed, it’s a soft mattress and he only ever sleeps on top of the comforter with a throw blanket from his couch. 

What are their hobbies and interests?

Besides boxing, Patrick is very interested in nature. He makes it a habit to go out at least a couple times a month and sometimes drives up to 2 hours away from the city for a good hike. Lately, however, he stays close to NoLa & Olympus for the sake of his mother; Patrick isn’t sure he’d be able to handle something happening to her while he’s out on a hike. He’s also very into reading. While in prison, it was a favorite past-time of his and, now with downtime at the gym and hours upon hours in waiting rooms for his mother, Patrick finds himself hmming and hawing over the pages of a book quite often. 

[scthcartcr]

8, 29

headcanon day

8. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

Seth’s father was not his preferred parent, simply because in Seth’s eyes, no one would even touch Lizzie Carter. However, that doesn’t mean that they had a bad relationship by any means. He took care of his dad and looked after him after his mother died and his brothers had moved away from their hometown. In fact, the last few years of time that the father and son were together was likely the closest they’d ever been. Edward was the one that took Seth out to shoot, hunt, and fish, sparking some of the hobbies that he still has today. Most of the time, Edward was more vocal about Seth disappointing his mother than him, which in the end, probably ended up working more. There were plenty of times that Seth and his father got into screaming matches over how Seth treated his mother and her efforts to give him the best, easily the thing he hated most about his father. However, in the same breath-- he loved his father for loving Lizzie, especially while Seth was locked away for nearly a decade, knowing that she deserved it.

29. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Answered here.

To add to all the emotions of Seth with kids, Seth had a pregnancy scare with a Siren a few years back, something he’s never really talked to anyone about. However, he’d gone as far as buying a crib, which he swiftly destroyed following the woman’s miscarriage. He’d been so excited for the chance to be a dad, even to a Siren he didn’t even care about that he’d planned most of his life out. In the end, he probably should’ve questioned the whole situation more before buying a crib, only to put it in the trash a few weeks later. 

[livmacmillan]

STARTER FOR: @reinathane​ LOCATION: Calliope. SETTING: Evening. 

Being stood up was not the way Liv wanted to spend her evening. She’s been staring at her glass of water for ages now, watching as the water stills and then moves again when someone passes her silent table. In truth, Liv could care less about the man who stood her up. She’d been playing him from the beginning. It’s the principle that counts, the idea that someone had the fucking nerve to do this to her, even if she was bound to use the man in question. And to think she was trying to stay sober for the date too. Fuck this guy. “A bottle of wine, please. Anything red that you have.” She says to a waitress at the table beside her who nods politely and pads away to get Liv’s request.

Once it arrives, she drinks alone. Something out of an old folk song. It looks a tad pathetic from afar but Liv tries to own it. Not very well, but at least there’s an effort. Across the way, in the distance, she notices a woman with sharp features. She looks like a Disney villain. Pointy brows, high cheekbones, skinny frame. Attractive. The woman walks around the restaurant examining, it seems. Liv can only assume she’s the owner or a manager of some sort. “You own this place?” Liv asks as the dark-haired woman circles her way around and is just close enough, “It’s nice.”

[olivcrstone]

STARTER FOR: @reinathane​ LOCATION: PTA Information and Donation Booth. SETTING AND TIME: Summer Festival, Afternoon.

Despite being surrounded by upbeat festivities and bright, neon lights, Oliver can’t shake the sensation of worry running through his body. There’s a sense of fear being paired with his nervousness too, the man obviously on edge. Ever since Eli’s accident while out on the run for the club, he can’t help but be on high alert. There were fellow club members here whom he was fully aware would protect him and his family if anything were to go downhill but the nervousness was there regardless. 

“Two bucks? Cheapskate,” Oliver mumbles under his breath before putting on the brightest, sweetest smile, “Thank you so much! Have fun, guys!” The social worker says to the passing patrons, his tone morphing into something more chipper and oozing joy. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist that Oliver has an underlying distaste for most fellow PTA parents, aside from Reina, Andy, Rowan, and a few others. You couldn’t exactly blame him. Most of them talk shit about anyone affiliated with the club, citing their dangerous lifestyle and corrupt nature. 

Oliver fans himself with a paper as he sits back down, surveying his surroundings anxiously once more before settling into his spot. Blue eyes look to Reina, “I heard about Jason. I’m sorry..” His lips purse for a moment before he continues, “We don’t have to talk about it, I just thought I’d rip the bandage off.” Like clockwork, the most notorious PTA parent, Janet, starts approaching them. Oliver groans, “Janet. On your right. You want me to handle her?”

[blakecastillo-a]

closed starter for @reinathane​ location: Primordial Clubhouse time: May 6th, 2020 at 4:30

Blake’s day at the shop had been slow, but she wasn’t complaining because she knew that busier days were approaching, slowly but surely.  When she finished up on her final car of the day, she tidied up her work station and herself before she made her way out of the shop with a wave.  As she stepped outside, she pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket and put one between her lips, lighting it quickly as she took a long exhale.  It wasn’t unusual for Blake to swing by the clubhouse after a day of work, however, what was unusual was to see Reina Thane standing outside of it.  Blake and Reina weren’t strangers by any means, in fact, Blake would go as far as saying that they were almost friends.   As she approached, a smirk tugged on the corner of Blake’s lips as she exhaled a cloud of smoke from her lungs.  “Be still my beatin’ heart,” Blake exclaimed in a fully teasing tone when she was close enough for Reina to hear her.  “I never thought I’d see your pretty face in Olympus again.”

[richardswan]

starter for: @reinathane​ location: olympus medical center.

Waiting feels like torture. While he sat in the hard waiting room chair all he could do was shake his leg up and down, a nervous habit that reminded him too much of his mother. He did the same thing the day Fiona was born. Sitting, waiting, shaking his leg anxiously. But back then, there was no dread. Just excitement and the good kind of nerves. And this, to be frank, was quite the opposite. It was his best friend, close to death, lying in a cold sterile place that reflected nothing of who she was. That alone makes his face scrunch. He thinks of the drive there, he thinks about running red lights and almost driving up onto the curb. He thinks about giving poor Andy a heart attack with his sudden frantic nature. She’s important, he thinks to say in defense of his recklessness, but the words never come. He thinks of the people, the ones who didn’t know her, who will bring kind, trivial sentiments and get well soon balloons. Perhaps a waitress at Calliope will bring a card and a thing of gift shop flowers to her poor boss holed up in a hospital room. The thought makes Rick feel sick, his stomach turning, which was a complex combination mixed with his already present nerves.

And yet he still thinks to get some. Flowers. Maybe it’ll make her laugh, the ridiculousness of it. Here’s a thing of daisies that’ll die in five days, sorry you were blown up. It’s something they’d laugh about as kids. Though it’s more grueling now that it was a reality. Then, a miracle, a nurse comes over and finally allows him inside. He had already issued his apologizes for barging in like a maniac. “Thanks,” Is all he can mumble in response, his throat dry. He grabs his coat and follows the nurse, leading them to Reina’s room. When he gets to the door, his hand reaches out to grasp the knob and turn it but it takes him a second. He hesitates before pulling it open, walking inside. “It’s me.” He says upon arrival, moving to take a seat beside her bed. Rick looks at her and doesn’t say anything at first. They never really needed to. The man scoots closer, holding his hand out for her to take. He attempts to muster a smile, “Well, this certainly isn’t fuckin’ ideal.”

[andythane]

REINA THANE | @reinathane​

It’s become abundantly clear that of all the people stuck at the community center, the ones thriving on the chaos are the teenage boys -- Namely, Andy’s nephews. Though, he has a feeling it’s AJ leading the charge, with Rhett following behind him. It’s kind of entertaining, though he’s sure everyone’s patience will wear thin having kids running around the community center. “I’m bettin’ either they’re gonna get y’all kicked out,” he nods to his nephews, laughing lightly as he speaks to Reina. “Or cause somethin’ to start floodin’.” He’s only teasing -- They both know no one will be bold enough to come up to the two of them leaning against the wall, scanning the room. “I got money on the latter.” 

[blakecastillo]

blakecastillo posted on Instagram

post one: featuring a photo of her and @wesleyevans, a photo of her and @rothane, another photo of her and @wesleyevans, and a group photo featuring @wesleyevans, @rothane, @andythane, @reinathane, and @cainethompson.

stories: a photo of Blake and @wesleyevans hanging out in a hammock in Reina’s backyard, a group photo of @cainethompson, @rothane, @reinathane, @wesleyevans, and @andythane, and a photo of Blake, @wesleyevans, and @rothane.

[chrmxiing]

the club was family or at least prior to it being something else , he didn’t like this whole unity thing , he truly believed that if they were smart and calculated they could handle this on their own but he knew that’s not how otto thought , he was president now and things were done a certain way . he’s flipping the coin and it lands inside the glass shot , taking another shot by himself . grassy hues shoot up to look at the petite femme , the bottle beside him empty now ❝ you don’t get to judge . ❞ he says towards the femme as he fills the remainder of the brown liquid ❝ I’m celebrating , can’t you tell ?! ❞

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[beckymorrison]

Starter for: @reinathane​

It had been a while since Becky had visited Reina that night with the bottle of wine. She knew that the woman had to be a very busy one but she had missed Reina. So when she came across the other woman, a happy smile quickly spread across Becky’s face. “Reina, hey!” She quickly took in the costume that she was wearing. “Okay, which vampire around here is responsible for turning you?” she said with a chuckle, since she had seen several vampire costumes around already.

[teagansmaron]

📱 — reina & teagan.

Teagan: Hey Reina. I just wanted to take a moment to check-in and see if everything is okay on your behalf right now as well safe.

Teagan: It was really nice to see you and be able to catch up with you briefly.