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[humbug-demartino]

DARIA: "Quinn the Brain" [S2 Ep03]

[qutiequeen2002]

Running for your life is so geeky

[its-me-jane-lane]

adding @humbug-demartino’s tags because they’re the realest and i’ve been saying this.

[shewritesinblackink]

Dawn's destiny - a Godless fanfiction - part 1

character present but not limited to; Frank Griffin, Troy Goode, my og character Dawn Whitaker. Other characters might pop in in the next part(s).

note: ahhh hello!! i'm back at writing fics!! I really wanted to write something for the mini show Godless because there is too little fics about it and I love it so much, honestly I had to. As usual comments with your thoughts are heavily welcome, and if you notice some mistakes please do notify me so I can edit the fic! This first part is rather short, but I'm working on the 2nd ;) here's the AO3 link :)

masterlist :)

warnings: mention of blood, injury, guns, violence in general lol it's the wild west after all.

Summary: Dawn’s been on the run from a group of men. The desert was not a good territory to hide and she was in bad shape. But she still has the fight in her, and eventually in her frantic chase for freedom, she stumbles upon Frank Griffin group’s camp.

word count: 1k approximately

part 2

The heavy heat of the midday scorched Daw’s skin as she kept on running through the wild and tall dry grass. Ignoring the stabbing of rocks in the tender flesh of her feet. The butter-like yellowness of the landscape rolling around her as she ran frantically, blurred as her eyes became dry with the dust. Each intake of breath was a painful punch to her lungs and a mouthful of sandy dirt, making her throat ache for a sip of water. The actual stab wound slicing at her side though, was another pain in Dawn’s chase toward freedom. Her clothes had been torn apart, leaving her skin exposed to the harsh elements of nature. Red from the angry bite of the sun and stinging from the venomous spikes of some bushes.

Her plaid shirt torn in the middle, the buttons having been ripped off with a blade, was showing a very red and puffy wound trailing down her sternum all the way down in the middle of her chest. The last few buttons holding the piece of fabric together were about to give up from all the fighting and thrashing around. Dawn’s breath caught suddenly when she tripped on a dead tree branch on the floor and fell face first. A sharp pain spread quickly to her chin, blood dripping down her throat. Bright red turning brown as it mixed with the yellow dirt.

All strength seemed to abandon her, as she lay in the blazing heat somewhere in the desert. The realization that she had no idea where she was dawned on her, but the panic she should have felt didn’t come. In place, she found herself rather numb of any feeling at all. She wasn’t mad at herself, nor was she scared to die. The only panic and anger she had felt was what she had experienced when they had kidnapped her two days prior. She had immediately thought of all the atrocities the men were capable of doing to a woman. Or any other living being, for that matter. They had been three, but she had killed one in her tentative escape, with a knife to the heart. The two others had been on her tail ever since. She had stolen the dead man’s horse and hadn’t stopped until the poor animal collapsed an hour ago, white foam at the brim of its mouth. After that she had tried to keep on moving, but barefoot in the desert was not a pleasant experience. It was like walking on shards of broken glass.

Her feelings might be numb from the exertion, but so was her exhausted body. Her feet didn’t hurt anymore. Her dislocated shoulder only a distant cry and her eyes weren’t scratchy. She had closed them in a desperate attempt to escape from the sun, which was burning holes in her skin. Her breathing was slow and uneven. She stopped breathing entirely when she heard horses snickering, their hooves shuffling on the dirt. Voices echoed far in the distance but she knew they were nearby. Closing her hand as firmly as she could on the knife by her side, she tried to conceal it in her sleeve. Her damaged knuckles screaming in agony, she stayed silent and motionless. Playing dead.

Everything happened in a flash. A big white cloud passed in the sky, hiding the blinding light of the white sun and she hit them. Screaming in rage and fatigue, she swung her knife and sliced through one man’s throat. Hot blood gushing from his dirty skin, splashing on her face and clothes. She didn’t waste a second and turned around as the second man was grabbing the Colt at his hip. He was too slow, the shock and surprise significantly altering his reaction. She threw herself at him and they both collapsed in a mess of limbs and angry cries. Sharply, she positioned herself on top of him, stabbing him in the shoulder. She was aiming for the heart but he was moving too much, trying to shake her off of him. Suddenly she saw herself flying in the air, head near the ground. It seemed like an eternity before she landed heavily on her back, the pain in her shoulder making her scream before she realized she was still going down. Rolling on herself, head over toes and then sideways, she bumped into rocks and bushes and dead tree branches. Protecting her head with her hands, she closed her eyes and waited for it to end. Maybe she’d die without realizing it. Without feeling it.

But she suddenly landed on a flat ground, stopping her in her infernal descent. The cicadas were still singing and she could still feel the gaze of the sun on her skin. She let out a heavy sigh and coughed hard, before slowly rolling on her back. Feeling another gaze on her, she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. Before her were twenty, perhaps more, men scattered through the rocks under the hill. Horses snickered in a corner and a campfire was slowly cooking them dinner.

A chill ran down her spine as she realized she might just be in more troubles than with the three men from before. Turning her face the other way quickly, she saw the abrupt and high end of the hill. Her fall must have lasted a long minute. Quite a show for those sitting in the shade of the hill. Everyone was silent until she shot up, ignoring the pain spreading through her side and shoulder, and the blood leaving her body dangerously fast. She ran to the nearest man and swiftly grabbed a Winchester rifle resting against a rock, arming it and aiming at the group of men. Some drew their guns in a concert of metallic clicks, others just laughed and kept eyeing her as if she was a kid. Dawn’s brow dipped low; they were too many for her to take alone.

“Hey, easy. Easy.” One of them said, but she barely registered it. Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as she heard a horse’s hooves echoing closer. It could only be the man she had fought a moment before. Coming down to finish what he had started with his missing companions. Drawing in a deep breath she ran to the dirt path, and upon seeing him she aimed and shot. Right through his heart, the bullet ricocheted against the rocky side of the hill behind him. A second later he fell from his horse to the ground, silently. Wordlessly. His worn out hat still on his head.

The luminous world swayed before Dawn’s eyes, her head suddenly spinning and her body going numb once more. Absently she reached to the wound at her side; hot and sticky shiny red blood coating her hand and clothes abundantly. She looked at it, not a single emotion crossing her face, and collapsed on the ground. One man, with a big gray-white beard, approached her motionless form and bent down to pick up the Winchester rifle beside her.

[findmeamountain]

Sandi, Quinn, Tiffany, and Stacy on the phone.

[excripter]

[devsmuses]

feelings weren't griffin's forte, and maybe that's why he'd never really had a successful relationship thus far into his life. his eyes frantically danced from sandie who was crying and the load of photographers that had somehow found them. this didn't look good. griffin spun around and gently placed both of his hands upon her shoulders as he said "you're making a scene. if we have to talk about this now it's not gonna happen here in front of the press. come on." he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside of the venue. they were now ducked off in a hallway, and they weren't completely alone, but this was about as private as it got while touring. he dropped her hand and asked "why are you acting this way? i didn't think you were this kind of girl when i met you," he thought she was okay with no-strings, and if she wasn't then this had to be over between them.

it felt like they had been avoiding this conversation for weeks. "no you don't get to walk away from this again. every time i bring it up there is something else that has your attention." she looked around to see if anyone had been eavesdropping. of course they were. she was crying and he was practically running, it had to of been quite the sight. “Why won’t you just stop and talk to me? If I asked you to fuck me right now you would drop everything and do it but as soon as I ask you to talk about feelings you run.”

[morgendorffer-madness]

Who’s the bitchy mood of the day?

[filipisaway]

Remember when sandi griffin from daria broke her leg and gained weight and thought she will never be skinny again well that's basically me every time i slip and eat normally for 3 days

[slipthot666]

[specsnsarcasm]

Daria

Re-watching old episodes of ‘Daria’. I forgot how much I like it. It’s SUCH a good show! The satire is really spot on, and it holds up pretty well. 

Some observations:

Jodie is my queen. She's just as smart as Daria (if not smarter) but she’s not the main character or even her friend (although she does have the main character’s respect, for what it’s worth). But as “the token black girl", she doesn’t have the luxury of being angsty, sarcastic, socially maladjusted, misunderstood, or even very interesting (!) because everyone gets a "thing", and being black is already hers. *SIGH*. Also, everything she says about feeling like she has to be perfect all the time, like a black ambassador, or “queen of the negroes,” as she puts it, really resonated with me. Growing up in a mostly white city, in an all-white neighbourhood and school, I always felt pressure to look, act, speak and be perfect. Like I had to be “on” all the time because I was very aware that I was the only black person in the room, and I knew people were watching, waiting to see what I would do so that they could add or subtract points to and from their opinion of black people. This was one of the things that caused me to be an overachiever in school, extracurriculars, appearance, manners, and for a long time (and to my detriment), white validation shaped a large part of my self-worth. Anyway, both Jodie and Mac are underrated imo.  

Unpopular opinion: Jane and Daria’s friendship isn’t the best. It’s okay, but not great. Hear me out! They’ve been through lots of stuff together, and weathered the “Tom” thing okay (p.s. I hate that a guy almost came between them. I’ve had friends who ditched me for guys. It sucks! But the way she and Daria handled it was pretty mature and cool). First off, they’re friends of convenience. They kind of latch onto each other in freshman year because they’re both outcasts. Although Jane could be popular if she wanted to be (see: joining the track team, and her "do something you'll fail at" assignment, in which she tried to fail at being popular but was good at it). Secondly, they’re different. They don’t have a lot in common that’s not contextual. After high school, their differences will only grow. You can already see the cracks beginning to form in the last season. And not because of Tom, but because they’re growing up! It’s natural (I didn’t say it was bad). There are all kinds of friends. Some are the “forever” kind, and some aren’t. And that's okay. Because you were there for each other at a time when you really needed each other, and helped each other to grow! As they grow out of their adolescence, they’ll no longer need to cling to each other, and will also grow out of needing to wear their cynicism like armour (another thing that unites them). Third, while they talk all the time, they’re rarely vulnerable with each other. They share their situational problems, but not so much their emotional ones. In my experience, these are the types of friends who need each other less and find less and less to talk about as time goes on.

Jane is better adjusted than Daria. She has a stronger sense of self, and is generally more open to life. I used to identify with Daria 💯 and think she was so deep and misunderstood, and that everyone else had the problem (which they kind of do half of the time). But now, I also see some of her major flaws too, like being SUPER judgmental (even towards her friends and people who are nice to her!), pessimistic, afraid of change, and closed-off to life (I should know. They’re my flaws too! Lol).

I feel bad for, and applaud Jane and Trent for being pretty well-adjusted after having to practically raise themselves with their nutso family and their disengaged space-case mother floating around. Although...

I never realized how much of a poser Trent was before! hahaha. I used to think he was just SO artistic and mysterious, that he hadn’t gotten his big break because he was SO misunderstood, and that he didn’t want to sell-out. But he really is a bit of a wanker, isn’t he? lol.  

God, Tom is sexy. His voice, his personality, everything. Hyper-intelligent (but still socially adept), dry, sarcastic, quick wit, charming, mature, emotionally intelligent, secure in himself, open, and decent. He can also be kind of a jerk. Like - he doesn’t cut people slack when they’re being an idiot. But also... he doesn’t cut people slack when they’re being an idiot, knowwhatImean? lol. He’s usually right about the stuff he calls people out on. He’s direct, slightly pushy, and a bit superior though, but I like that he doesn't play games or back down just to avoid conflict. It’s kinda hot when he calls Daria out on her sh*t. In theory, I wouldn’t mind my bf *tactfully* calling me out if I were being a bit of a brat. (That would make for some interesting games, but ANYWAY!... 👀👀👀). The initial tension between Tom and Daria is just delicious. 

I was oddly emotional when Quinn publicly acknowledges Daria as her sister. And the moment was even more triumphant when the rest of the fashion club (except for Sandi) said that they knew all along, and were just playing along. I think it was moving because it showed real growth on Quinn’s part, as well as uncharacteristic depth, and supportive friendship from the typically shallow fashion club. (All along, I genuinely believed they were stupid enough to believe the lie). Speaking of which...

The portrayal of the relationship between Quinn and Sandi is brilliant. Thinly veiled animosity concealed beneath a layer of ingratiation and sycophantic fawning. That’s how girls fight. The depiction is so accurate it’s scary. I had a bully in junior high who was EXACTLY like Sandi- cliquey, manipulative, passive aggressive and cruel, but with a sweet little smile, so no one else would believe the torture she inflicted (F^ck that b*tch! I’m not mad...).

Part of me wishes they’d do a “Where are they now?” episode/movie, just to catch up and see what everyone is doing. The show was such a part of my formative years! But it might just be depressing to see them all balding and divorced, and... settled (getting older is no joke! lol). The other part of me wants them to leave it as is, so that they can’t ruin it.  

[humbug-demartino]

DARIA: "Art Burn" [S5 Ep07]

[whitenigellagifs]

Big Time Rush: Jo Taylor - S1 E6: Big Time Love Song (All Scenes: 13) 

[rivervixen327]

My two top picks for the real Charles Smith/Cooper/Jones

Dacre Montgomery #2

I think Dacre would be a Great Charles if the writers of Riverdale wanted to go with his look, more a bad boy type. He could resemble more of his mother his blue eyes and sandy hair but be much more like his father in personality. A gritty bad boy, with Mummy issues. He might like Fp a lot more seen as he wasn't the one who gave him up. He would probably even join the serpents and question jughead's every move. Maybe he wouldn't get on so well with Betty of Polly ethier.

As he is older than his half siblings he could work in a maybe a auto repair shop, (just imagine Dacre Montgomery as a grease monkey, hot 😉) .Dacre Montgomery has proven the bad boy persona fits him with Billy, and I think he'd look great in a serpents jacket (if he ever met or meets his dad that is). There is proof that the real Charles Smith is dead, we only have the word of chic.

Here's a fact file I made if Charles was to be Alive and played by Dacre.

Name Charles Jones - goes by Chuck.

Serpent prince,

Serpent alias (snake eyes )

Daddy's boy

Hates Alice and her two daughters.

Tollorates jughead

Is really protective of jelly bean, cause she young and innocent.

Collage drop out

What's to kill chic (but then again who doesn't)

Enjoys pops diner

Has the hots for Veronica

Thinks Archie is punching above his weight

Has had numerous brawl's with Reggie

This Cheryl is a bitch, but funny

Becomes close with sweetpea and fangs maybe even Joaquin .

Has a crush on Kevin keller (likes em inocent and preppy)

Yes he's bisexual.

Would probably kill Hal cooper if came near Jelly bean

Smoker and drinker (not addicted tho)

Just a general bad arse.

Drives a classic car he souped up himself ( cause motor bikes are over rated and cliche)

Aesthetic and pictures

Evan Peters as Charles Smith/Cooper/Jones #1

I think Evan Peters would be the best pic for this character if Riverdale went more of fragile version is Charles cooper. Which I think they want anyway. Evans version of the character might be a bit more fragile at being abandoned by Alice and Fp. He would resemble both his birth parents, blonde locks Alice and brown eyes like Fp. Charles would probably be. Very quiet, shy even. I'd personally make him a book worm as sort of a retreat from the harshness of reality.

He'd stay clear of serpents, maybe opiting to work at pops while he goes to college. Funded by a guilty Alice cooper.he wants to horror writer. Inspired by his love for Stephen king.

Close with Betty ( she found him and brought him home) warry of Polly and Hal. Evan would be great just saying. Maybe he sees a shrink.

Here's another fact file I made

Name Charles cooper goes by Charlie.

Close with Betty and jughead

He and his younger brother have a few things in common

Hasn't met jelly bean hopes he will one day

Avoids Fp when he can

Polly hates him and makes it known

Frightened of the farm and what it's doing to his mother

Thinks the twins are cute but hates their names (common juniper and Dagwood are terrible name's)

Has a crush on a Oc (original character, always thought it would be cool if Kevin had a twin sister)

Has insomnia and night terrors when he does sleep

Was abused at the sister's of quiet Mercy.

Has seen and played Griffin's and gargoyle, almost died playing it.

Just wants someone to love him for him and not out of gult

Has met Cheryl before knows she's a sweetheart underneath all the bitchyness

Finds Reggie mantle intimidating

Thinks Veronica had major Daddy issue, but likes her anyway.

Speaking of Hiram, he gives him the hives

Self harm's for a time

Is a total sweetheart

Is straight

Has a scar where chic almost killed him

Funny when you get to know him.

Softie

Dresses like he's stuck in the 90s

Pictures and aesthetic

[devsmuses]

griffin was confused as to what was making her say this right now. "sandie, this isn't really the time to have a heart to heart. i'm about to go on," he didn't want to have a conversation of that variety right before he was set to play with his band; truthfully he didn't want to have this conversation at all. he liked sandie, he liked spending time with her, and he really liked sleeping with her, but he wasn't sure if he'd say he was in love with her, and he knew she didn't want to hear that. the revelation would fuck up everything between them.

starter for @devsmuses from here

"I am so in love with you and you don't even care do you?"

[bfwa]

Best Smut Fanfiction

Eventually by @candybellarke

Clarke Griffin wants a real relationship after months of being alone. Bellamy Blake has his reasons for never wanting to fall in love again.

Bite Your Friend Like Chocolate by @selflessbellamy

Fall leaves and just a few stars speckled on the pitch-black sky; she should’ve lost her V-card tonight — at least that’s what she had decided. But that kind of planning never works, so instead of making out with Finn against some wall at the party, Clarke’s walking with hurried steps towards her best friend’s truck, dressed as the “cool” version of Sandra Dee. “Hey Sandy,” Bellamy greets her, hanging out of the open window as a wide grin spreads across his face. “Wanna go for a ride?” (or the one where Clarke chooses the right person)