#she’s also that student that like runs on adderall

[levered]

modern verse aklla has behavioural issues and that coupled with dealing drugs has her in and out of juvie as a teen. this does little to deter her and she fakes her university admissions. not because she doesn’t have the grades or intelligence for her programs but because she knows a track record like hers will be roadblocks to her acceptances. university just teaches aklla how to be better at hiding the shady things she has a penchant for.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[cantsayidont]

Recentish movies of note, or not:

BOTTOMS: Ridiculous "teen" comedy about two gay high school losers, PJ (Rachel Sennott, who also co-wrote with director Emma Seligman) and Josie (Ayo Edebiri), who seize on a rumor about their having been in juvenile detention to start an after-school "self-defense club," in the hope that introducing the school's hottest cheerleaders to the cathartic thrill of girls beating the shit out of each other will finally give these hopeless (and ho-less) virgins a chance to score. So silly that complaining about the stupidity of the plot seems a tad churlish, but the story misses some obvious comedic opportunities, and despite the premise, the film eventually becomes far more interested in cartoonish violence than sex. If you dig the overall vibe, you might not care, but as a gay teen sex comedy, it's ultimately less successful (and less outrageous) than BOOKSMART, even though only one of the latter film's teen loser heroines is gay.

DO REVENGE: Black comedy homage to the teen comedies of the '90s and early '00s, inspired in part by the 1951 movie version of STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, about a disgraced prep school popular girl, Drea (Camila Mendes), who joins forces with gay weirdo Eleanor (Maya Hawke) to avenge herself on her former friends and find out who leaked her sex tape — a plan that involves giving Eleanor a makeover so she can infiltrate the popular kids. Hawke is a delight, Mendes is very good, and the homoerotic tension of their odd relationship makes the movie fun for a while, especially if you appreciate the many self-conscious homages to prior teen movies. However, a major reveal late in the second act makes hash of the already sloppy plot, and the finale is both nonsensical and as antisemitic as STRANGERS ON A TRAIN author Patricia Highsmith, which leaves a sour aftertaste.

IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE: Bizarre slasher movie pastiche of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, about a teenage girl named Winnie Carruthers (Jane Widdop of YELLOWJACKETS), who kills the masked serial killer who's been terrorizing the small town of Angel Falls and murdered her best friend (Hana Huggins) at Christmastime. A year later, everyone in town seems to have gotten over it except Winnie, who's miserable. On Christmas Eve, she's magically transported into an alternate timeline where she was never born and the masked slasher has continued murdering people, including Winnie's brother (Aiden Howard). To set things right, Winnie has to stop the villain all over again with the help of Bernie Simon (Jess McLeod), the town outcast and the only one who believes her story. Not scary, gruesome, or suspenseful enough to be much of a horror movie, but there are enough grisly murders to make the comedic holiday fantasy aspects seem a trifle sociopathic, and a late reveal that the killer has supernatural powers beyond just stabbing or slashing people feels like one ingredient too many in an already convoluted plot. The main redeeming feature is that it's ultimately a gay love story, which I wasn't expecting, but appreciated nonetheless.

THE KILL ROOM: Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson, Joe Manganiello, and Maya Hawke go slumming in this dumb black comedy about a handsome hitman named Reggie (Manganiello) who becomes the sensation of the art world after his mob intermediary (Jackson) concocts a scheme to launder Reggie's payments by selling his abstract paintings (under the nom de plume "the Bagman") through a burned-out, Adderall-snorting art dealer (Thurman). Intended satire of the cutthroat vacuity of the art world lacks bite and no part of the plot makes any sense, but sheer star power gets the movie through about half its 80-minute running time before the banality becomes terminal.

POLITE SOCIETY: Silly British action-comedy by Nida Manzoor (creator of WE ARE LADY PARTS) about Ria Khan (Priya Kansara, delightful), a Pakistani teenager who aspires to be a stuntwoman, and her quest to save her flaky art student older sister Lena (Ritu Arya, radiant) from marrying a handsome doctor (Ashay Khanna) who seems a little too good to be true. It looks great, and the characters are very charming, but the story waits much too long to clarify the stakes of the plot: Until the finale, we don't know if Lena is actually in any danger or if Ria is just letting her imagination run away with her, and that uncertainty becomes an unwelcome distraction in the later action sequences. As a result, it feels more like an update of the John Hughes perennial SIXTEEN CANDLES than the over-the-top action movie it obviously aspires to be.

SHIVA BABY: Low-key but vivid comedy of manners, written and directed by Emma Seligman, starring Rachel Sennott as Danielle, a bisexual 20something Jewish girl who secretly pays her bills as a sugar baby. When she goes with her parents (Fred Melamed and Polly Draper) to a shiva, she finds herself trapped with not only her most annoying relatives, but also her disgruntled ex-girlfriend (Molly Gordon), her current sugar daddy (Danny Deferrari), his gorgeous blond wife (Dianna Agron), and their new baby. Seligman milks every awkward nuance of this uncomfortable social situation for maximum dramatic effect, and the tension of the final scene (which is nothing more complicated than the characters trying to squeeze into the back of Danielle's father's minivan) will drive you right up the wall.

VOLEUSES (WINGWOMEN): Is it really possible for a 40-year-old Frenchwoman living in the 21st century to not know that lesbians exist? One wouldn't think so, but watching this jokey buddy-action movie suggests that director/co-writer/star Mélanie Laurent desperately needs some kind of educational intervention in that regard. This is for all intents and purposes a lesbian romance: Master thieves Carole (Laurent) and Alex (Adèle Exarchopoulos) live together, routinely sleep in the same bed, and plan to retire together; they constantly express their love and affection for one another, and when Carole discovers that she's pregnant (the hows of which are never explained), Alex immediately assumes that they'll be moms together. Nonetheless, the story not only attempts to no-homo this cozy domestic scenario, but also presumes that there's no way Carole and Alex's relationship could ever be the de facto marriage it obviously already is — indeed, a crucial story moment involves Carole tearfully wishing she were a man so she could love Alex the way she deserves! If the movie had been made 50+ years ago, this might be poignant, but in 2023, it's just weird, and the resulting cognitive dissonance largely overshadows the thin plot, which concerns Carole and Alex trying to persuade their bitchy, cheerfully murderous employer Marraine (Isabelle Adjani, barely recognizable beneath her big hair and oversized sunglasses) to let them retire, while training a younger woman named Sam (Manon Bresch) to become their driver and the ambiguously defined third in their domestic ménage à trois.

[project-sour-grapes]

Effort, again

Throughout my life, whenever I have switched modes from one career to another, I've gotten excited for the first few days. But then when I sit down to do work on the 3rd or 4th day, it very quickly becomes humdrum and I start to dream of other possibilities.

Part of my cowering away from the path of medicine is that the stress that I expect is going to (and already has) exacerbate old psychosomatic health issues. However, all of the other paths also have stress.

What popped into my head a few minutes ago at 6:30am was how much "belief" plays into things. "Whether you think you can or you can't, you are correct," and all of that. I think of the Huberman Lab podcast and related science podcasts, where folks will come on and talk about sleep, sugar, exercise, and so on, and they may say contradicting things, but any person who follows one of those ways of living will swear by it. Veganism, keto, paleo, 6.5 hours of sleep, 9 hours of sleep--all of that. Dr. Ellen Langer was on Rich Roll's podcast earlier this year, and she talked about how changing clocks on people to convince them that they got more or less sleep than they actually did can cause them to feel more or less fatigued. If a person got 8 hours of sleep, but the experimenters changed the clock to convince them they only got 5, then they reported feeling more tired, and vice versa.

Lately, I've been feeling more tired, more stupid, and more disenfranchised--and more angry because of it. The idea of age is really getting to me now that I'm 3 decades old, and I'm doing things in my life more slowly and with less vigor. I'm kind of settling into a humdrum life. It's partly my realization and anger about society leaving me holding the bag (where I am putting a lot into other people but getting little in return emotionally and materially). It's also partly a passive decision to languish. However, I have to ask myself, to what extent is this all just belief?

Whenever I try to be a hard charger (A+ student, know-it-all, always helping others, scrupulous in all areas of life), I have fun at first, but then I hit a wall 4-6 weeks in. That tracks right now, because I did start to hit this wall 6 weeks into the fall semester. Is it the loneliness of being at the top of the mountain? Why do I always lose steam like clockwork? How do I keep going?

Other folks seem to have things that keep them going: relationships, social outings, Adderall, being a dick to strangers to let off steam. I seem to find out around the 6 week mark of every school semester that I absolutely do not like my life, so I burn out, drag my feet, and start to half-ass homework and exams. Can I use "belief" to overcome this? Likewise with the immediate sludge that I run into when trying on career changes for size, do I need to change my mindset in order to get past the 3-day hurdle? The reason that the obstacle comes on more slowly for school work is probably because there is more structure to school. If you zone out and just do what the teacher asks you to do, then you get a weekly reward (an A or your classmates thinking you're smart or something). When the timeline is related to a career, which is more freeform (especially freelancing or creating your own business), then the weight of decision making and the void of the future come on much more quickly. At least with school, I can kind of dissociate into the prescribed structure.

Back to belief, how might I be able to use that for life's obstacles? Heck, I need to sleep early tonight and basically wake up at 12:30am to go volunteer at an ultramarathon at 2:00am. I've struggled with insomnia since middle school. Can belief help me with that? (Probably, yeah.)

When I think of work and medicine, I think of the stress I have experienced and will experience in healthcare. My most recent stressor has been my boss struggling to give me the benefit of the doubt. He and I have had frequent (mild) arguments and conflicts about my work and how I approach it lately. Yesterday, he said that he wanted me to use this particular, proprietary, statistical imaging software to turn my data into graphs for publication. However, I have never used that software and have no interest. I am also way better at making graphs in Python and Matplotlib (and the graphics look so much fucking cooler, thanks to Matplotlib and Seaborn). I was trying to politely advocate for using Python, but he got mad that I was "arguing" with him. That caused me some stupid psychomatic health issues later in the day as I was churning through the conversation in my head, because apparently I'm so fucking delicate. (What a pussy am I?) Anyway, this is really his mistake, because of a few reasons. First, I have a decade of experience with Python and no experience with his statistical software. Second, the graphics from Matplotlib and Seaborn are cool as hell and intuitive, and he already expressed how much he likes them. Third, I saw the graphics that the proprietary software spits out for the first time yesterday, and they're so sterile and lifeless that it makes me gag. Fourth, if you're going to hire an engineer with 12 years of Python experience, don't be surprised when they want to engineer things in Python instead of click around some ugly statistical software to make even uglier graphs. It's like if I had a lifetime of acrylic painting experience (which I do) and I said, "Let's do this painting in acrylic. It will be world-class if we do it this way." And my boss said, "No, please use crayon. Everybody in this industry uses crayon." The thing is he is a smart guy and I like him, but that makes it worse, because I don't know where the FUCK this is coming from? Anyway, so later, I had some pretty stellar psychosomatic fucking symptoms. While I know that that is my body trying to tell me something, how do I not be held hostage by it? This is where my thoughts around belief come in.

This isn't just about belief in a "believe in yourself" way or in believing in success despite the odds. It's moreso about who a person believes themself to be. It really gets back to the identity question. There are plenty of statements I believe about myself and that make up pieces of my identity. "I am a person who struggles with insomnia." "I am not as smart as my boss." "Strangers do (or don't) tend to like me." Stuff like that. If I have all of these contentious beliefs or beliefs that lead to social jostling (e.g. "I am not as smart as my boss, but that feels threatening to me, so my boss's criticism feels painful and causes us to argue"). Instead, if I adopt a totally different belief, maybe that will solve the problem. If I come at each of these problems from a different foundation of belief, then maybe the problems will be largely solved. For example, if I approach my work environment with thinking I'm not as smart as my boss, then I'll be seeking to prove something and may be more likely to get into disagreements in a less than charitable manner or to approach my work with less confidence than I should, leading to worse work. However, if I approach work with, "I am just as smart as my boss. He knows things that I don't and vice versa." Then, that kind of confidence will bleed into my work and the conversations that we have. If I believe that I'm not good enough, then I'll always be socially elbowing other people. If I do believe that I'm good enough, then I'll just be there doing my thing and spending energy on good work. I don't know if I'm expressing this in a way that makes sense. The more that I believe that I'm good at what I do and am getting better and that there are no limitations, then I don't even need to participate in or care about the rest. It satisfies "show, don't tell."

[storms-and-illness]

greek gods as high schoolers

Zeus - star football player but not really all that good at it. man-slut like. even worse than Aphrodite Poseidon - he's literally just there. cracks a lot of jokes but theyre all really really terrible. always has a water bottle and its always full somehow even tho he chugs it Hades - emo af. if (emphasis on IF) he's in class he's in the back writing really awful poetry. otherwise hes outside the gym doors smoking blunts he got from dionysus Hera - dating zeus and is fULLY AWARE he's cheating on her with like EVERYONE but their relationship is mostly about status ngl. absolute prom queen but also sort of rude and will fight you over an outfit Ares - wrestler, almost got kicked off the team four times for severely injuring opponents, likes to start fights because hes bored. prolly needs therapy Aphrodite - pretty and she knows it but refuses to commit to a relationship, will give anyone fashion advice and is a walking LGBTQIA+ dictionary, has helped several people come out of the closet and will fight any and all homophobes/transphobes Demeter - the only one that actually enjoys biology class, hands out flowers to everyone she comes across on valentines day. really intense hippie vibes, most likely is in a drum circle or something Athena - probably on her way to every single ivy league school but not even CLOSE to a teacher's pet. all the staff hates her cos shes stubborn as hell but she's literally so smart. will tutor you if you share your oreos Apollo - honestly what even??? mans is openly pan, flirts with everything that moves, and is the only student with an actually nice car. he'll give you a ride as long as you ask nicely and give him gas money because gas is not cheap and he's not tHAT rich Artemis - so many people speculate about her sexuality since her brother is so open about his but she refuses to elaborate. runs a feminist club that accepts and welcomes transfemmes and will stop at nothing to get that one sexist gym teacher fired Hephaestus - spends all his free time in the woodshop, taking like four art classes at the same time. everyone thinks he's a jock because the dude is massive but when they ask he sorta just gets confused and offers to let them see his newest project Hermes - the kid that's always naruto running down the hallways. probably on adderall Dionysus - at every party. people dont even greet the host of the party they look for this dude. will make you a fake ID for the right price and sells weed that he stole from his stepmom Hestia - quiet but super kind, makes really complicated and well-done lunches for herself. like homemade roast beef and clams and linguine. she always brings a lil extra to share

[evanthenerd83]

“Holly And The Demon Practice Self Defense”

1

“Why do I have to drive?”

The demon rolled Its window down, nail pressing on the button. It then lifted the pressure.

Its window rolled back up.

“Will you please stop doing that?”

The demon chuckled. Its eyes were wide, glinting. Curiosity had gotten the better of It.

Down went the window. Wind came inside.

Holly growled.

“LISTEN TO ME, DAMN IT!”

She hit the brake. And she hit it hard.

The camper jolted, sending the demon forward. It was wearing a seatbelt.

Unfortunately, said seatbelt was pretty slack. It didn’t fit. At that moment, Its weight caused it to extend.

A claw went up. A shocked gasp from chapped lips.

Blam.

A head slammed into the dashboard.

“Hell’s Bells,” It cursed.

Holly smirked. Satisfaction. Pleasure.

A van sped past, a blue blur. It honked. Her smirk immediately fell. A different look came over her, a different kind of smile.

A sneer of rage. She pressed a button.

The demon glared at her, rubbing at Its left horn with a trembling claw. “The heck was that for?!”

Holly didn’t hear It.

She had thrust her torso—head, arms, chest—through her window. Her curls bounced in the wind.

She raised both hands into the air.

The demon found that particular gesture quite familiar.

“#$@& YOU, FATHER#$@&ERS!”

It glanced at the windshield. The back of the van was disappearing, and disappearing fast; growing indistinct. Heat made everything look so… fuzzy.

Everything except for the faces peering through the back windshield.

There were children in the car. Two young boys.

It could see their sandy blond hair. Their wide, sky blue eyes.

Even the glare from their father, who was driving the van, in the rear view mirror.

“U-uh… Holly?”

She still wasn’t listening.

“Go suck a maggot-infested dick! Drown in demon jizz! Eat Lilith’s stinking, rotting, toothy—“

The demon quickly undid Its seatbelt.

It grabbed her skirt, tugging her back inside. It slapped her.

“HOLLY, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SHUT UP!”

She froze.

She blinked.

It suddenly felt something warm—burning—run down Its legs. Her face was slack. It looked like a piece of paper—utterly, uncomprehendingly empty.

Her hand slipped into a pocket.

“D-did you just slap me?

The demon blanched.

Holly glanced down at Its crotch. Her lips curled.

The sneer was back.

“And did you just… pissed yourself?”

It sat down, claw gripping the seatbelt. It pulled. It refused to stretch.

It tugged even harder.

Why now?

Why… now?!

The demon chuckled nervously.

It felt the burning sensation thicken. Yes, It had peed Itself.

And they could both smell it. Like melted plastic. Like lemon distilled, turned liquid.

Holly’s nose wrinkled. Disgust. Hatred.

“Dem…”

She suddenly slumped in the driver’s seat. She grabbed the wheel. Her foot hit the gas pedal.

The camper jolted to life.

“… you #$@&ing nerd.”

…

It apologized.

It rested Its head on the dashboard. It clasped both hands in prayer.

And It apologized.

“Dem,” Holly rolled her eyes. Something went under a tire, making them jolt. “I don’t care if it was an accident.”

The demon chewed on Its tongue.

What came out didn’t sound like English. Or Spanish. Or Latin. Or Japanese. Or Russian. Or Chinese. Or Swedish. Or anything Holly had ever heard.

Nor was it spelled like any fictional language, either. A lonely, depressed college student—even after consuming cans of Blue Raven, then taking an entire bottle of Adderall—couldn’t have come up with it.

Holly had learned fairly quickly.

Demontongue was nonsense. Pure and simple.

A jumble of contradictory consonants and vowels, bearing no resemblance, intentional or not, to any language assembled by any physical mind.

Just hearing it made Holly’s brain sting.

Like a thousand bees were suddenly trapped inside her head.

She scoffed. “Dem. You know I can’t understand that dumbass language. Speak American.”

The demon lifted Its head. It stared at her with wide, shocked eyes.

A flash of horror shimmered within them. Not physical terror. Holly could tell it apart from moral terror.

“A-American?!”

Holly gripped the wheel tighter. Her nails dug into the rubber skin.

“Oh, Jesus. Dem. I was joking.”

It blinked. One eye at a time. The horror dulled a bit, but didn’t fade away.

“J-Joking?”

Holly did what she did best. She reviewed her notes.

Whenever she was around people, or demons, she watched. She also listened. A budding serial killer needed to observe her victims. To know their individual weaknesses.

And not just her victims. Her friends as well.

She’d watched Dem a lot. When It thought she was sleeping, she was actually listening to It. It would mutter and whisper.

It revealed such sweet, sweet secrets.

Secrets that she could use.

Holly used one such secret—a kernel of power—then.

She didn’t want to. She really didn’t. If she did, then It would expect her to keep her word. And Holly hated keeping her word.

Despised it.

But she also found Its groveling… quite annoying. Distracting.

She had no choice.

“Dem.”

The demon sniffled, looking up.

Jesus Halibut Christ. Tears were streaming down Its face. Opaque and glimmering, searing a trail into Its skin.

Holly restrained herself. If she hadn’t, she would have bashed Its head in with her shoe.

Not that it would have actually hurt It. Well. It would hurt.

But the demon could always regenerate.

She sighed.

“Dem, when we—if we find you a change of clothes, then… we could… possibly get something to eat.”

The demon wiped a tear away. Its fingertip absorbed it.

It blinked.

“L-like fast food?”

Holly let herself smile. It was a token of honesty. It represented her attempt at passing, playing the part.

She’d been forced to smile. At her old school. If she hadn’t, then they would have suspected something. Her cover would’ve been blown.

She liked it there.

Of course, she had to wear a uniform.

And hang out with a bunch of mouth breathers.

Not to mention all those nuns who were horrified—positively gutted—by the sight of bare knees.

But she enjoyed the part. How everyone else had liked her, had thought she was a perfect little student, a perfect little Christian. They treated her like a human being.

It made her feel… like someone else. Someone nicer. Someone who didn’t have the Need.

She’d always wanted to feel like a human being.

She hated being Holly. Holly was a monster in the making. Holly would be on the news someday, and her name would be accompanied by the caption:

SERIAL KILLER

That warm, squishy feeling didn’t last, though.

It’d ended.

Would this last?

Holly’s smile faltered. For just a second. A pang flared inside her chest, a little spark of doubt.

Of worry.

Of horror.

But then, she smiled wide.

“May-be.”

[bnghnsl]

late as always but hellllooo again it’s hye (she/her, 19) coming back with everyone’s biggest nightmare bang “here for neither a good time nor a long time” hansol!! p much nothing has changed about him except for the fact that he’s two years younger (so a med student instead of an intern) and a pinch more insufferable than before so i’ll link his previous intro here but just wanted to drop an embarrassingly long new one with some extra details! as usual, lmk if youd like to plot or like this post :^)

bang hansol aka current med student at snu, born in ‘98, class of 2016, the ‘igneous’ skeleton aka the high strung kid that everyone (yes .... even that kid in algebra who sat behind u and kicked ur ass every pop quiz) went to for drugs. adderall, coke, you name it

what can he say he likes to make a fleeting but majestic impression

if you remember him it’s probably because he either dealt to you or you hated how he tapped his foot and pen at 50mph every class

the prescription drugs he sold were ones he stole from his parents’ pharmacies to maintain this side hustle (they own a huge chain of pharmacies across seoul) but doesn’t really have any moral qualms about that because he thinks they had an abundance of drugs anyways and should have guarded them better

also doesn’t really have any moral apprehension (or so he thinks .. he’s buried the guilt pretty well) about the number of people who later grew reliant on/addicted to said drugs because in his head he’s just the medium between a person and drugs and definitely not someone who exacerbated people’s already poor health. runs away from responsibility so if you bring this up to him he’ll pretend like he has no idea what you’re talking about

regarding what he was like in high school, he pretty much always stayed within the shadows of hannam, was more intimidating than anything else, didn’t say much but almost always said something unnecessarily confrontational when he did, looked annoyed for all 3 years of high school, also looked constantly on edge/jittery, still fell asleep in classes and pulled through impressively in exams, smoked on the school rooftops a lot, etc. 

his personality hasn’t actually changed that much since getting into snu for med (note: he’s only studying to please his family and has no real passion for medicine ... he has no real passion for anything, actually. he’s not an anti-capitalist he’s just extremely indifferent) except for the fact that he’s a lot less on edge/high strung only as a result of his own drug use

read: karma bites hard because as if high school wasn’t bad enough, he now suffers from addiction and isn’t really looking to go to rehab any time soon because he thinks it’ll sort it self out (it won’t). doesn’t tap his foot or pen as much though. still doesn’t sleep.

slightly unrelated but randomly decided to pick up the bass guitar in the last few years and now it sits perched next to his study desk. he’s not really looking to go anywhere serious with it but playing it is a source of comfort/relaxation for him

a bit aimless despite being a med student and basically having his life mapped out for him by his parents (i.e: doctor), not sure about whether he even has a direction in life or not but on the flip side at he knows what colour he’s dying his hair next!

he doesn’t. send your suggestions in @thbh-

[jaehyunspeachparty]

1.12

warnings: This story contains content that could be problematic for one or the other. Among other things, the story may contain content about sex, rape, late pregnancy, relationship with a large age difference, and others. Just because it's in the warnings doesn't mean these topics will appear, but they will definitely be covered in the story. The content of the story is fixed and doesn’t change. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, then it's okay if you don't read the story. I just write down my ideas here and I just enjoy writing about life. The fact that some things in life are not rational or weird for some people is also part of it.

In the evening it was time for Sunoh to say goodbye to Chichi. He accompanied Yuta, Sana and Asami to take Chichi to the airport. "And you can call your aunts at any time. They are always there for you and if there is an emergency, then ..." Yuta couldn't stop talking and could almost not breathe. He was unsure that his daughter was going to Japan for three months and was all alone. "You've already said all of this. She'll be fine." Sana smiled gently and tried to calm her husband down. "But no going out, you're in bed in the evening." Yuta just couldn't help it. He was just always afraid for his daughter. "Dad, this is a dorm of a school. I can't stay away that long." Chichi sighed, but was already looking at Sunoh. He just stood there and stared at her. His hands were in his pocket and his shoulders fell down. Sana saw how he looked longingly at Chichi and she tried to pull Yuta a little to the side. "Come on, let Chichi and Sunoh say goodbye." She put Asami in Yuta's arms and smiled. "Daddy and I will buy you a pretzel now, okay?" Sana smiled and Asami's eyes suddenly widened and she started giggling. Yuta was reluctant to leave, but Sana was already pulling her husband away. "Chichi ..." Sunoh stood in front of her and looked down at her. "I'm ... I'm scared ...", the girl suddenly confessed and couldn't look her crush in the eye, but Sunoh took her in his arms. She pressed her red cheeks against his chest and his hands were over her hair and on her back. "I'll visit you soon," he said then and he had to fight back his tears. "I'll wait for you," Chichi then said and a tear rolled down her cheek. Slowly, Sunoh heard a soft sob. It was only three months that she would be in Tokyo. But being away from Sunoh every day hurts her a lot. "Really?“ Sunoh looked at her and he was kind of glad to hear that. She nodded and Sunoh pushed her chin up to him a little. "I will miss you so much." He leaned down a little and both of them had a sudden heartbeat. "I will miss you too." They stared at each other as their faces grew closer and closer to each other. The tension increased between the two. She longed for each other's kiss for so long and they were so close now. They absorbed everything, the smell of the other, the warmth, just everything. They were so close to their goal when suddenly they heard Yuta again. "Good, I also want to say goodbye again." Yuta separated the two while Sana rolled her eyes. She knew they were in love with each other. But she also knew that Yuta can be very engaging when it comes to his daughter. And Sunoh had great respect for Yuta, he looked up to him and he was always a part of his life. That's why he preferred to take a step back and let Yuta say goodbye to his daughter again. He hugged her, Asami kissed her older sister and then Chichi had to leave. Her flight was about to leave, so she had to get to her gate quickly. Sunoh stood still and stared after her, but he didn't move even when she was no longer in sight. Somehow it suddenly hurt so badly that she was gone now. He was happy of her success, of course, but at the same time he wished nothing more than that she would come to him that evening and they watch a few Animes together. Sana realized that Sunoh was not doing well. He looked so sad and it hurt her to see him like that. So she went up to him and hugged him thightly. And Sunoh dropped completely with her. He suddenly started crying and he was sobbing into Sana's shoulder. Finally he could let his pain out. Yuta stared at the two. He knew that Sunoh wanted something from his daughter, but for the first time he saw how much he loved her.

Miga was still studying at school. It was very quiet, very deserted. Jaehyun asked Jaemin to pick her up from school because the whole new crew from the drama was invited to dinner that evening. Jaehyun was very excited that he could film with his daughter again and that he was also a good friend on the team. Miga didn't know what to think. Neither does Jaemin. "Hey, I'm still in the library and I need about 5 minutes to get out. Call me shortly before I get there," wrote Miga Jaemin and put her phone back next to the book. It was difficult for her to learn, but she knew how important it was to you that she graduate from school. "I'm almost there. Come downstairs", Jaemin answered and Miga answered with a short "okay". She packed up her things and turned off the light. It was already dark since it was winter. There was hardly anyone in the school and it almost looked grim. But Miga didn't think about it because she was somehow excited to see Jaemin again. She had already taken off her school uniform earlier and put on a tight black dress. She knew her father was against it and wanted to throw a blanket over her, but she also wanted to show the best for Jaemin. So Miga quickly checked her makeup and then went out of the library. Her high heels echoed down the hall. The sound was so loud that she could hardly hear anything else, but when she saw another shadow that was not hers, her pulse rose immediately. She turned around and suddenly someone stood there she knew too well. "Soori? What are you doing here?" Her ex-boyfriend was suddenly standing in the hallway, still wearing his school uniform and his hands were in his pocket. "You've been ignoring me lately. I want to meet you," he said, staring at her. Miga was really in love with him for a while, but she was absolutely no longer interested in him. He had always tried to get to her for the last few months, but Miga let him down. She had known other men, better ones. "Soori, I really have to ..." Miga wanted to turn around when another boy from her class came towards her. "Byungjoon?" She asked surprised and she knew that she wasn’t in a good position because they were both walking towards her. "Guys, I really have to go," she said, trying to escape quickly, but Soori grabbed her wrist. "You're not running away this time," he said, and he was really angry. Miga panicked, she froze, knowing that something bad was going to happen. "What do you want from me?", She asked and looked at the two of them. "You still owe me something. I played the good boyfriend for months and you never gave me what I wanted." Soori pressed his body against Miga. "Girls like you think they're better. Never give guys like me a chance." Byungjoon was apparently quite angry too and she doesn't get it. He was always nice to her and now this? Several tears now rolled down Miga's cheeks and fear flowed through her veins. "Shhh, don't worry, we'll do it quickly," said Soori and wiped her tears away, but Miga began to shiver. "You hold her tight, I'll pull her slip off", Soori said to his friend and at that moment Miga tried to run, but Byungjoon was already holding her. Miga tries to scream, but Soori covered her mouth. He looked a little more insecure now, afraid that someone might have heard her. And at that moment the door opens and Jaemin ran into the room. “What are you doing ther?” He screamed and ran as fast as he could. The two boys immediately let go of Miga and ran away. Jaemin went to the girl and took her in his arms. Miga's whole body was still trembling, she cried and cried. Jaemin hugged her tightly and rubbed her back soothingly. "Come on, we should get away from her," he said and Miga nodded. The two went out of the school building and Jaemin put Miga in the passenger seat. He still had a blanket in the car that he put over her as she was still shaking. Miga said nothing, stared into space. "I'll call Jaehyun and say we're going to the police." Jaemin wanted to pick up his phone, but Miga stopped him. "No! That doesn't help." She looked at him with wide eyes and Jaemin did not understand. "But the boys must be punished, they wanted to..." Jaemin was worried about Miga, she didn't look good, was very pale and her eyes were red. "Byungjoon is the mayor's grandson. There's no point." Miga saw that there was no justice in the case. She had seen this before when it came to something else. Byungjoon had sold adderall to other students, got catched and there were no consequences. They could cover it up perfectly. Neither the school nor the mayor wants to be involved in a scandal. Jaemin knew that, he has encountered corruption several times. "What about the other one?" He asked. "He's a trainee at JYP, but Byungjoon will cover him." Miga knew she had no chance. "Miga ... we should at least tell Jaehyun about it." But she shook her head. "No. My Dad would go nuts. I was so looking forward to the evening. I just want to have a good time with you, Daddy and the crew and forget about the whole thing." She straightened her hair and opened her mirror to put on her make-up again. "I don't know if I can forget that ..." Jaemin was in shock himself. After all, Miga means a lot to him, although he still doesn't know what the relationship is. "It's not new. Men just want me as a trophy. It's all about owning me. I just want a simple relationship, something my parents have. Just love ..." She sighed and put her makeup back in her bag. "Miga ..." Jaemin didn't know what to say, it was a strange scene. "Let's just go before Daddy is wondering where we're going." It was quiet the whole trip. Miga stared out the window and was still in shock. Jaemin wasn't that comfortable with the whole thing, he still thought the boys should be punished. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He just didn't know if it was really good to let it stay that way. He would love to go back and beat them up. His pulse kept rising with anger, but it wasn't long before they were at the restaurant. "Miga?" Asked Jaemin and looked at the girl concerned. "Hmm?" She turned to him and smiled. "Are you really well?" He asked again and the girl nodded. "Yes, now." She looked at him with big eyes, but she smiled. Jaemin wasn't so sure she was a good actress. But he knew she was safe now. Most of them were here in the restaurant, including Jaehyun. Miga immediately ran into her father's arms and hugged him tightly. "Daddy!" She laid her head on his chest and she noticed how her pulse slowly calmed down. "Miga, are you okay?" Jaehyun gently stroked his daughter's back. He immediately realized that something was wrong. "Yes, everything is fine," she said, but remained in her father's hug. Jaemin looked at the two. Miga was clearly still afraid and in shock. He wonders if he should tell him. What if the boys try again? "Are you hungry?", Jaehyun asked his daughter and Miga nodded. "Well, we'll order something then." Jaehyun smiled and stroked his daughter's cheek encouragingly.

Miga tried to forget what happened. She ate, drank and laughed. For a moment she also forgot, but as she sat in her father's car and they drove home, the darkness reminded her of the incident again. Although it was the weekend now, she dreaded having to see the two boys again on Monday. "It was really fun today. I think we have a really good team on the drama," said Jaehyun, looking out onto the street. He was looking forward to filming with Miga again. Last time they were on a Drama together, she was a little kid. "I think too ..." she said, but she was still not quite there. Her thoughts were still somewhere else. "Is everything really okay? I have the feeling that you are not fine." Jaehyun was concerned. He knew his children very well and knew when something was wrong. "Dad, I don't want to go to school anymore," Miga then said and looked at her father. Jaehyun was surprised because they had actually already discussed the subject. "Miga, I thought we agreed that you would finish it. It's only 6 months left." Jaehyun was now sure that something was wrong with his daughter. She had worked so hard the last few weeks and now this? "But I'm so tired ..." She sighed and lied. Jaehyun was okay with her dropping out of school, but he knew you really wanted her to graduate. "Miga, I don't know..." Jaehyun hesitated, he wanted to do everything for his children. "Daddy! Please talk to Mum again," she pleaded and her big eyes looked at him hopefully. "Okay okay. I'll talk to her about it again." He doesn't quite know how, but he had to talk to you about it anyway because Miga was so weird. Jaehyun knew something had happened, but he didn't know what ...

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[willow-lane]

I saw [WILLOW LANE] at a coffee shop in [BROOKLYN] today. I forgot how much [SHE] looks like [MADELYN CLINE]. They are a [TWENTY-THREE] year old [WAITRESS] who’s been in NYC for [A YEAR] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [SPONTANEOUS AND FREE SPIRITED] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [NON-COMMITTAL AND SELF-INDULGENT]. [OUT OF THE BLUE BY KATIE PRUITT] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. / @villagestart​

Hello everyone! I’m Ella and I’m super excited to be part of this roleplay and introduce Willow to all of you, she’s a new muse but she’s based on an old muse of mine so I think I have her figured out or mostly lol. I’d love to plot with all of you, so please like this or hmu. If you want my discord, I’d be happy to give it to you, just ask :D

basics

NAME: ava willow lane

NICKNAME: will, lolo, pillow

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: burlington, vermont

DATE OF BIRTH: september 28, 1997

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: waitress

NEIGHBORHOOD: brooklyn

background

Burlington was a dream within a dream, the station next to heaven. A town in love with itself and whose residents gloated about the wooded land, creased by hills, and threaded by streams. 

The Lanes were living the typical American dream: the big house with the white picket fence, a large backyard and two perfect children. It was dreamlike.

Their kids could count themselves lucky and Willow Lane certainly did for most of her life. As the youngest daughter of a successful surgeon and a renowned psychotherapist who taught at the University of Vermont, she was taught that receiving an education was the only way to get ahead in life.

Her parents made sure to set their kids to success and while most of the kids from her street were out there playing, she was holed up in her room, reading the stacks of encyclopedia books her parents bought me for her birthday. 

As a young child, Willow was filled with a sense of wonder, and encouraged by her curious personality she wanted to learn everything.

By the time she was in the sixth grade, she was smarter than most of the kids in her class, still her parents reminded her every day that she must outrank them all. Her parents took pride in her achievements. They were quick to boast about it in public, but they remained strict in private. Anything less than gold didn’t deserve a place on the wall.

Her afternoons were always full. Whether it was ballet class, french lessons, piano lessons or soccer practice. She had no time for herself.

Then high school started and by then she was overworked. Tired of chasing perfection and only being met with a “try harder”. 

TW: DRUGS, ADDICTION, VOMIT MENTION, PANIC ATTACK: While she was still number one at her school, it was taking everything in her to keep it that way. Her parents didn’t know about those panic attacks she suffered at night or how she threw up before any competition. To them, she was handling well and she was very good at pretending but she also had a little secret. In her sophomore year, she was introduced to Adderall and she was quickly hooked. END OF TW

When she got accepted into a prestigious university, her parents didn’t hesitate to brag about how their kid would attend an Ivy League but Willow was mortified. 

Back in Burlington, she was the biggest fish in the sea but at Princeton there were students who were better and shone brighter than her. 

Maybe it was because she was suddenly cast into a whole new world that was so different from the one she grew up in. Maybe it was because she had harbored a bit of resentment towards her parents for her wasted youth. Whatever it was, by the end of her freshman year, university had swallowed her up. 

TW ALCOHOL, DRUGS, DEPRESSION She got into a bad crowd, drank herself into oblivion, partied harder than anyone, and developed a penchant for bad boys who were much older than her. All this while trying to maintain a perfect GPA. Thanks to her magic pill, she was able to function and not feel guilty about not being as perfect as her parents wanted her to be. After all, she was only trying to recover the freedom that they took from her. 

But this coping mechanism only turned to worse. The more she tried to drown her feelings in alcohol, the harder it came to bite her in the ass. It was clear as water: Willow Lane, picture perfect daughter, was depressed and had been for a while, and now it had caught up to her. 

She was fighting a battle she was slowly losing. Willow was in a constant state of helplessness, staring into the void, and completely unable to pull herself out of it. If it hadn’t been for the upbringing she had, she would have been completely fine with self-destruct. END OF TW

The summer after her freshman year, she came back home and decided to have a talk with her parents. Her parents sat across the table, and they were not celebrating the end of a successful first semester, instead, they were fuming with betrayal. 

Willow told them that she had dropped most of her classes and she explained to them how she was exhausted beyond repair. They were displeased, so disappointed that looking at them was painful. For the first time in their life, their perfect daughter had failed them.

By the end of the evening, her father was livid. Threatened her that if she didn’t take more classes and got excellent grades he would stop paying her tuition. That’s when it hit her. To her parents, she was nothing but an object, an accomplishment to brag about to her friends. That was not love, that was selfish and a wake up call.

She packed up her stuff that evening, went back to Princeton and emptied her dorm as well as she dropped out completely. 

Freedom at last. With only a few bucks in her account, she bought a random bus ticket that took her to Montreal, Canada where she stayed for a couple of weeks, while working as a waitress before she moved to a new location. For the past three years, Willow has been living off a backpack. 

She moved to New York a year ago, but she comes and goes. Whenever she gets bored or too attached to someone she escapes. 

She’s been clean for three years when it comes to Adderall, although she still drinks but only socially.

personality

Despite her strict upbringing, Willow is a free-spirit! She’s always looking for a new adventure and she wants to live her life to the fullest, she doesn’t care about rules or schedules. She lives a pretty hedonistic lifestyle, always chasing a high in life and sometimes that makes her take some reckless decisions. A naturally loving person, Willow is always there to lend a shoulder to cry on or offer to wipe off your tears, however, she does struggle with connections. If she feels a deep connection with someone she runs away as she believes that being attached to someone will tie her up to one place and as we know, Willow lives a pretty nomad life. She keeps coming back to New York because she loves the vibe but when she gets bored or overwhelmed she leaves without warning. As loving as she is, she can also be ruthless and cold, especially when feeling vulnerable. She has a sharp tongue and it’s not afraid to hurt some feelings if that means shattering the pristine image some people have of her.

headcanons

She has a rib cage tattoo that reads “Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.” It’s a quote from Sylvia Plath.

Speaks French fluently and sometimes she likes to pretend she’s a lost French tourist just for fun.

Volunteers at the animal shelter. Because she doesn’t have a set home, she can’t have a pet but she loves animals.

Never has enough battery on her phone and sometimes she sings in the subway to earn some coins because she tends to forget her wallet.

Really good friends with the homeless woman who lives down her street, she brings her food from the restaurant.

Keeps many scrapbooks from the places she’s been.

Sometimes she goes to music stores and plays the piano, one of the few activities she enjoyed as a child.

Loves reading and whenever she’s not getting in trouble or working, she’s at the library.

Wears too many rings, so don’t try to mug her.

connections

Older brother: Willow has an older brother who followed her parents’ plan. He graduated college and now has a very important job. Willow hasn’t spoken to him in three years, even if he’s tried to contact her. She just doesn’t want any ties to her old life, including her family.

“Best Friend”: I put it between quotations because she doesn’t stay in one place long enough to actually form long lasting friendships but this person is the closest to that. She adores them and actually sends them a postcard when she leaves.

Partner in crime: As stated, Willow is pretty reckless and she does a lot of stupid shit but she’s always seeking for someone to be her partner in crime and just go crazy with them.

Co-workers/Clients: She works as a waitress at a restaurant (if your character has a restaurant let me know, bc idk where she would work). 

Neighbor: She lives in a small apartment in Brooklyn with two other roommates, it’s not ideal but it’s what she has.

College friends/hook ups: Oh during her college year, she was a party girl and she made a lot of “friends” (She attended Princeton btw) and also hooked up with a lot of people (f/m/nb), most of them were older than her.

Flirtationship: She is a natural flirt and she doesn’t even try to hide it.

Unrequited: Maybe your character has a crush on her (and depending on chemistry maybe she does as well but since she moves often she tries to ignore it). It’s angsty, it’s fun, give it to me. (f/m/nb)

Hook ups: Y’all know the drill

Bad tinder date: Willow thought it would be fun to go on a tinder date and she proposed some crazy scheme and they both had to spend the night in a jail cell.

Roommates: She lives in Brooklyn with two more roommates.

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Home Pt 7

Summary: Home Pt 7, Theo Putnam/Kurtz, Theo goes to Stonewall Prep and things come to light

“I’m going Kurtz. It’ll be fine. Jughead will be there, there’s no way they’ll fuck with to Snakes. It’ll be okay.” Theo runs his hands down Kurtz arm.

“Sure it will, till they get wind that you’re trans or you’re in a gang, or you’re gay and they’ll rip you to shreds, maybe literally. Stonewall has monsters just like here, just like Greendale.”

“Kurtz it’s alright. I’ll be careful.”

“I know you and Jughead want to take down Hiram especially after what happened but please, be careful.”

“We will be.”

“Oh I don’t care about Jughead, I want you to be safe.”

”Welcome to Stonewall Prep. Can we get you anything?” Theo doesn’t glare but he doesn’t smile back trying to keep his face neutral. Jughead offers a strained grimace and watches as Brett almost drags them towards the dorms.

“Room’s there.” He waves vaguely and Jughead nods watching the way the other students hover behind Brett.

“So he’s the guy we have to shank?” Theo huffs a little. Jughead sighs through his nose.

“Maybe, he seems a little..”

“Not all there, you’re right, maybe the girl.”

“Girl?”

“Denise? Danna… something with a D, she was watching Brett the entire time. Making sure he was following orders, hers most likely.”

“Donna.” Jughead grins to himself and Theo chuckles a little as they’re both relaxing on the beds.

”So we have two new members. Please be nice to them.” Brett grins, leaning forward a little as he slouches in his chair.

“This is Jughead and Theo. They’re from Riverdale and Greendale respectively.” The teacher drones waving his hand before he turns back towards the door and walking through it.

“Oh with that freak who does drugs?” Donna leans forward and Theo shifts backwards.

“His name is Kurtz.”

“Course it is, like his name is really Jughead. Reinvent yourself or whatever, but dating him is fucked up.” Donna laughs and Jughead narrows his eyes.

“Why do you care?” Theo glares and pushes down the thought that he and Jughead should be laying low.

“Well if you’re going to be a student here we need to make sure you’re upholding our legacy.”

“Don’t you have to be dead to have a legacy?” Jughead laughs and Donna and Brett frown.

“Just wait, they’ll get there soon.” Theo smirks and Donna looks unimpressed.

“Did you just threaten to kill us?”

“No just said you’ll die eventually, we all will.” Theo laughs a little and Brett snorts as well.

“Told you Greendale kids were freaks.”

“Mhm, something seems off about him, more than being from Greendale.”

Theo’s exhausted. He and Jughead had been running back and forth all around Stonewall trying to figure out if they had any connection to Hiram or even the Blossoms, anything that explained the uptake in activity of the drug dealer’s meeting and the supplies being pushed through Stonewall with no records of them being there in the first place.

He stumbles a little dreading showering but decided that there’s not much of a risk right now. Of course Brett has to appear, tilting his head, he knows it’s meant to be some bullshit posturing but he can see the second Brett makes the connection.

“DONNA!” He shouts jerking backwards and Theo almost wants to laugh at how terrified he looks, Brett’s covered his eyes and it reminds him of the time Kurtz had first walked in on him changing and couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Fucking dammit.” Theo hisses as he slumps onto the bed, Jughead doesn’t look up from his computer, no doubt researching something Betty asked him to, he just gives a noise of affirmation at Theo’s horror.

It’s a little after midnight and Theo can hear someone nudging his door open. He almost doesn’t hear it but Jughead sniffles a little, a signal he’s awake and also listening. They both wait expecting to see Brett or even Donna’s face from the light the open window offers.

“Kurtz?”

“Hey babe. Jughead. Sup?”

“Kurtz what the fuck are you doing here??”

“You told me I couldn’t sell in Riverdale High so I came here.”

“You sell drugs to the students here?”

“Well yeah they need their blood to be like fifty perecent adderall to even get up in the morning at this point, poor fucks.”

“How are we going to deal with this?” Theo huffs, throwing his arms up and Jughead looks up from the notes he was taking.

“Deal with what? Kurtz drug dealing to them?”

“No the fact they know..”

“Well for now they don’t seem to want to do anything with it.”

“They told me to break up with him, Jughead!!”

“It’s cause they’re worried about losing their supply, if you break up and go back to Greendale then Kurtz will just stay here as their personal drug dealer.”

“Oh cause that’s exactly what I want to happen.”

“Well it’s an interesting point.”

“Have you been there this entire time????” Jughead scowls as Kurtz’s hand appears from under the bed.

“Mhmm, I have to keep an eye on you two, who knows what sorts of trouble you’ll get into, a gang leader and a ghost whisperer, sounds like the beginning of a teen drama series.”

“Shut it Kurtz. Can you at least get out from under the bed, how the hell did you even fit in there?”

“Hypermobility, anyways, what’re we gonna do about Donna and Brett, since they know about Theo, they’ll use it against him.”

“Well we have a free day tomorrow so I figured we could use that to come up with some plan for getting them to keep quiet.” Jughead offers and Theo nods but Kurtz narrows his eyes.

“Well while you two have fun tomorrow talking about those two idiots finding out my boyfriend's secret, I’m going to go do something about it now.”

“Kurtz, you can’t kill anyone.”

“Course, I’m not about to kill my best customers.”

“Kurtz…”

“They can still be my customers with a couple of broken limbs.”

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ — introducing colette victoria ahn

TW: DRUGS + DEATH

jennie kim ; she/her ; cisfemale

a legacy and the vice president of the yale's elite, they're twenty-three and a grad student majoring in law. they are as ambitious as they are ruthless.

she had an affair with a state senator—the same senator her father was running against in the last election

during her junior year of undergrad, she sold adderall for extra spending money until she caused a freshman to overdose

because of the overdosing incident, she nearly flunked out her final semester until her father bribed the dean of admissions and paid for her 4.0 to be restored in time for admissions to grad school

*drum roll pls* and now for the moment you’ve all been so patiently waiting for,,,, the mess that is my intro!!!!!! tbh a lot of this was written in a weird stress induced haze and im sure it features way too much rambling to be coherent or cute so just . yell at me later <3 anyways LET’S GOOOOO!!!!!

so colette’s father is a senator and he’s been in politics since before she was born. she’s spent her entire life super involved in the political climate and the spotlight that comes with it. her elite status comes from her father’s political career and she’s made herself a household name based on the good girl reputation she portrayed growing up, kind of in an “america’s sweetheart” sense. 

bc of this image she created for herself, she was honestly kind of sheltered growing up just bc she wanted to fit up to these ideal standards her dad and the nation had for her, so she mostly kept to herself and/or just drove herself insane trying to live up to whatever expectations she felt the world had

her mother is who she spent most of her time with growing up, as she never worked and preferred instead to care for the home and her daughter. most of colette’s traits come from spending time with her mom—she is cold, distant, and so ruthless that she will do anything necessary to succeed, even if it means destroying someone else

i kind of summed up a lot of her in that last bullet ahsbjd but yeah

um shes really interested in politics!! since she was a child, she’s always been encouraged to take this path, so she feels like a political career has been ingrained into her, hence why she majored in poli sci in undergrad and is now pursuing law. she lowkey dreams of being president someday, but she’ll settle for a congresswoman too i suppose absdhfn but rlly she’s in the law program now bc she plans to be a hotshot lawyer for a minute until public service calls for her <3

her dad has always been really pushy about things w her like,, he’s the one who encourages her to follow politics, he’s the one who straightens her hair before they’re on tv, he’s ALWAYS pushing for perfection and just…idk he really enforces this image of a perfect family and that means his daughter needs to be perfect too

like literally from the time she was born until now, her dad has had her life planned out and has basically pushed her in the right direction to get here. he’s also pretty ruthless, but where her mother is more subtle, he’s not like he will commit bribery, schmooze, do WHATEVER is necessary and that’s where colette rlly got that mindset

anyways im talking about her family life a lot oof but i think it’s necessary to understand her bc she’s just.....yeah idk like that

anYWAYS her life has basically been laid out on a map for her and it should be easy to follow but tbh she kinda fell in love w the independence she gained from going to college and she started making choices for herself a little more (albeit pretty bad choices but her own nonetheless) and now she’s kind of just wanting her dad to loosen the reigns but he’s still constantly pushing 

but yeah basically colette comes off as very cold,, she doesnt let people too close to her just bc she’s scared of being vulnerable bc vulnerability leads to getting taken advantage of and she refuses to fail or be below someone. her goal is success and she’ll do anything to get there no matter what

her junior year of undergrad was the first time she rlly stopped nd evaluated herself and how toxic this blind ambition was becoming bc that’s the year she was selling adderall and actually lead a freshman to overdose. when news hit that the girl had died, no one knew it was colette’s prescription that had contributed to the OD, but the guilt seems to haunt her. it was the first awful thing she’d done that actually stuck with her because it had a permanent consequence

she uses money to get what she wants, definitely makin some power moves…but yeah basically she knows she’s an elite and she fuckin acts like it and she takes this group rlly seriously just bc she idolizes her dad and she knows how much being an elite meant to him and she wants to live up to his legacy so she takes it a little too seriously sometimes

bc of her crazy ruthlessness and need to succeed, she actually is extremely loyal and she’ll go to great lengths to protect people she loves

and yeah so that’s pretty much it, this is my brooding baby colette!!! im sure i left way too much out or made her sound way too unlikable but pls plot w me anyways <3

[cesium-sheep]

@extravierge replied to your [post]:

the ferret thing is such a good metaphor!

yeah especially since we have actual ferrets so I fully understand letting them wriggle around on the floor but right as you need to do something one runs off XD

@epsilonnot replied to your [post]:

lol when i first got my prescription i immediately spent a week cleaning and organizing the kitched and my brother came out to see me washing under the oven knobs and went "oh you're on adderall, huh"

(also tbh it'll probably settle when her body gets a bit used to it so you may need to reevaluate home maintence in a month or two)

also also, yes ppl who use it as a 'study drug' probably need it therapeutically, but i'm told that for nt folks it will produce a genuine high just like meth does (which lbr probably acts helpfully for adhd folks anyway)

oh I do not at all expect her to stay at this level of “no everything must be Clean holy shit how did I not see all this mess before”, I know this is the initial spike before she rebalances (esp since she’s not on xr yet since she’s just trying it out so it only lasts a few hours at a time). but it means the mess is not literally invisible to her, and also taking action to address the mess takes much less processing time than it does without. I don’t need the apartment to be barracks-clean, I just need the dishes to not mold.

and given that we live in a college neighborhood and her normal pcp is specifically working out of the clinic for the college students, I assume the primary reticence about prescribing was due to its use as a “study aid” rather than as a party drug. and its “abuse” in academic settings is absolutely one of the reasonings typically given when arguing that it is “overprescribed”.

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I want to here more about Gladys as a Stonewall prep kid

if i ever write the boarding school au im absolutely not using stonewall even though i would be justified because my version of the characters are actually gay but thats besides the point

so gladys would be there on a scholarship, obvs. something literature based. shes constantly getting in trouble for her uniform because its always wrinkled and messy and never worn properly and she absolutely adds pins and patches to her blazer no matter how many times she gets yelled at. if she wore fishnets and combat boots.... hot

i also imagine her with constant eyeliner smudges and messy hair cuz she always either up all night writing papers or partying (or balancing both) and shes basically running on black coffee adderall but thats her business and honestly she looks sexy so

speaking of drugs, shes absolutely overcharging all the rich preppies for their pot, pills, etc and shes making QUITE the profit. we love a business-minded queen.

she can often be found by herself with a book in her hand, cigarette between her lips. i love her....

OH and of course we cant forget shes banging like the entire female student population and theyre always all like “oh but im not a lesbian wah wah” and gladys could not care less so long as theyre ditching their waspy boyfriends at lunch to let gladys finger bang them in the bathroom. (mayhaps some of them actually end up catching feelings but... thats not gladys’ problem ok shes not looking for a commitment here)

also have a visual of gladys with her head under some girls skirt in the girls dorm when suddenly her boyfriend comes pounding on the door and gladys is like “well thats my cue to leave” and shes crawling out the window right as the guy comes barging in yelling and shit and gladys can hear a fight in the back while shes running off down the quad laughing her ass off. 

imagine having a boarding school plotline on your show and you make it so fucking boring like r*s did like i just wrote a masterpiece of an idea ugh my mind

[thefandomlesbian]

From the angst/fluff prompt list: “I’ve got you” Pairing: foxxay ft blind!cordelia because you write her with respect, reverence and a depth that was sorely lacking on the show!

Here is the link on AO3 for improved formatting! (Tumblr is formatting hell for writers, sorry folks.)

“I believe what you say

In the drama of the moment

Oh no there is no easy way, no one ever leaves

Everyone stays close 'till the fire fades.” -Fleetwood Mac, “Fireflies”

    Creeping down the stairs with her cane swinging out before her, Cordelia struggled to place her feet on the steps in a way that didn’t disturb them and send the whole house to creaking and waking the coven. She couldn’t sleep… Her inability to tell days from nights was interfering with her sleep schedule. And the dreams weren’t very much fun, either. She had never dreamt much, before--or, if she had, she had never recalled them--but now she awoke from every nap with her eyes burning, an agonizing burning. Even if she couldn’t remember the dream, she could suss out the meaning without too much trouble. 

    Her face burned now, too, and she fumbled into the kitchen, reaching into the freezer for an ice pack. She wrapped it up in a paper towel and held it up against her eyes. Sweat curled up against her hairline. I need to get some air. She hadn’t done anything outside since she had come home… since Hank had left. Her skin crawled at the mere thought of him, his infidelity, every betrayal she had unknowingly endured. She had so many questions, but she wouldn’t dare reach out to him to ask. She didn’t want to know the answers. It didn’t matter, none of it, except that she definitely needed to get to the doctor and be tested for every sexually transmitted disease under the sun. She would get tested, she would finalize her divorce, and then she would move on. 

    Move on to what? There was nothing left for her, she feared. She had already been a fairly incompetent witch before the acid attack. Now, she was blind, helpless, and trapped with Fiona. As a teenager, this would have made her suicidal, but by now, Cordelia had grown quite accustomed to living a life of misery. Besides, the coven needed somebody to tell them when they had lost their goddamn minds, and Fiona certainly wasn’t going to be that person. Somebody had to try to make sure the girls stuck it out and did what they were meant to do. I’m not that person, either, though. Madison had been raped--then she had gone missing. What had Cordelia done? Stood back and let it happen. Who on earth was she that Nan had called the counsel to report another student missing before the headmistress even noticed her absence? 

    Well, somebody has to try to protect them from Fiona. Cordelia would try her best and then fail miserably, as she had always done before. She knew Fiona was a danger now. That was the one asset of her newfound blindness… Fiona had killed Madison. Cordelia licked her lips as she fumbled around in the kitchen for a glass and filled it with cold water. Her mind wouldn’t slow down. What could she do now? She was fucking helpless. The house was too hot and stuffy. “I need some air,” she said aloud this time, stifled by the aura of the house. Everything in this building told her about her inadequacies--how she had been a poor student, an incompetent witch, a careless teacher, and now a helpless blind divorcee stumbling around the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning unable to get some rest. 

    The front door was unlocked, she noted as she headed to it and stood on the porch for a few moments, drinking clumsily out of her glass of water. It spilled up over her face. The night was sticky but cool with a breeze teasing the trees. Using her cane, she headed down the steps off the concrete porch. I need the greenhouse. The greenhouse was where she had always felt the most powerful. She could brew remedies there, her potions, and give them to her girls when they were ill. That made her feel helpful. It was one of the few things she could do successfully. She  missed the company of the plants and the feeling of being just a witch, not a headmistress or a teacher or a student--just a witch, one with no responsibilities but her own brewing. 

    The breeze rattled the door to the greenhouse, which stood slightly ajar. “Odd,” she said aloud. She pushed her way inside. The door moaned its high-pitched greeting. With her cane, she found the doorjamb and stepped over it lightly. Inhaling deeply, the sweet smell of plants wafted over her. They’re thriving. I would’ve thought they would’ve started to die by now. She hadn’t visited since the attack. Perhaps someone else had been watering and fertilizing them? No, nobody cares enough about me or them to do that. She was eternally the unwanted member of the coven, reluctantly plugged as its head in Fiona’s absence and blithely replaced when she returned. 

    The plants jostled as if in the breeze, but in a pattern, in alignment with footsteps. Her heart skipped a beat. Somebody is in here! The figure approached, darting through the leaves of the greenhouse. Not again, not this time! Cordelia swung up her cane. “Get away from me!” She smacked the approaching person with her cane hard. 

    The person stumbled back. “Ow! Jesus Christ!” A plant tipped over, and she fell down backward, landing on her ass on the dirt floor with a gasp of surprise. 

    Cordelia froze. “Misty?” Great. First I was incompetent, and now I’m downright abusive. “Oh my god, Misty, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” What the hell was that? She dropped her cane and felt around before her in the new perpetual darkness. “Here, come here, are you okay? Are you bleeding?” 

    “Yes, Miss Cordelia,” Misty grunted, struggling back to her feet. Her voice was thick with tears--not tears, blood, Cordelia realized with horror. Cordelia took her by the elbows, trying to offer some support, but she wasn’t sure what kind. “Sorry,” she said. “I should’ve just said hullo… I was trying to get out before you noticed I was in here.” 

    Sucking on her lower lip, Cordelia shook her head. “No, Misty, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have greeted you like I was in a baseball tournament. I was just startled.” I keep thinking they’re going to attack me again. She wasn’t sure why she thought that. Whoever they were, they had already blinded her. What else could they do? If they had wanted to kill her outright, they would’ve done it when they had the opportunity. 

    Misty complimented, “You’ve got a good swing.” There was a muted smile in her voice. “I didn’t see it coming at all. Granted, I never thought you would try to beat me in the face in the first place, but--all things considered, you got a good arm.” She cleared her throat and spat. “What’re you doing, wandering around here at night, anyway?” 

    It occurred to Cordelia these were the most words she and Misty had exchanged since Misty had arrived with Myrtle three days ago. She was avoiding meals, and Cordelia had scarcely encountered her at all, even in the building. She revived all the flowers. Misty’s breath was heavy, strange, uneven, and in the space, she stood awkwardly, as if in pain, hovering there. As if in pain. She is in pain! I beat her in the face with my cane! “I could ask you the same thing,” Cordelia said softly. Misty was silent, nothing but her little gasping breaths and trembling hands. Her reluctance to answer was palpable in the air. With her refusal, Cordelia cleared her throat. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d come outside and get some fresh air.” 

    Misty puffed, suddenly deeper, and she blinked a few times. “Oh… right.” Her tone was so muted, so exhausted, Cordelia couldn’t fathom it. 

    Cordelia held out her hand. There’s something very wrong with her. She hadn’t hit Misty hard enough to give her a concussion, had she? No, I’m not that strong. “Here, let’s--let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”

    Fidgeting backward, Misty tried to dodge her touch. “Don’t, Miss Cordelia, I’m all bluh-bloody.” Misty had not hesitated to touch her the first time, or anytime since, and the affirmation that she was indeed hiding something drove Cordelia further. Flinching, Misty closed both eyes and held perfectly still as Cordelia caressed her cheek, running her palm over a smear of blood. 

    The vision crashed before her, Misty fighting sleep, drinking coffee, smelling flowers, pricking herself with thorns, slapping herself, shivering in the cold breeze, doing anything, everything, to keep from succumbing to her fatigue and collapsing. Fear coursed through her veins, fear driven from memories--sleeping peacefully in bed in her family’s home when they tore her from her bed and dragged her, kicking and screaming, across the harsh cement of their driveway and hurled her into the back of a pickup truck, scraped and bleeding and aching, hogtied and gagged and blindfolded. Then she was asleep at her cabin, on her mattress with her ratty blankets, and a gunman burst in and littered the shack with bullets. Her heart raced with pure terror, tormenting her through every minute of the day, and she couldn’t drop her shield to sleep again. 

    Gingerly, Cordelia dropped her hand from Misty’s cheek and reached for her hand instead. “Misty,” she said quietly, gently, rolling her hand over to feel the pulse in her wrist, rapid and shallow. “How long has it been since you slept?”

    Misty swallowed hard. “Since I got here,” she admitted. “Maddie gave me some pills that helped me stay awake. I been mixing them with coffee.”

    Cordelia blinked a few times. Another point for being an incompetent teacher--somehow, my witches are trading Adderall without me even knowing about it. “That’s dangerous.” She kept her voice very soft. She didn’t want Misty to think she was being judged. “You could have a heart attack. You need to sleep. How many pills did you take?” 

    “I… I don’t remember.” 

    “For future reference--don’t take any medication Madison gives you. For one, it’s hardly ever legal or safe… but also, she’ll sneak you laxatives if she’s mad at you.” It was a late warning, but in Cordelia’s defense, she hadn’t thought that she had to warn Misty not to take illegal drugs. 

    Licking her lips, Misty slowly nodded her head. “Oh, well--yeah, okay, that’s good to know. You learn that from experience?” 

    Cordelia chuckled, a dampened thing. “Let’s say I didn’t.” She caressed Misty’s sticky, bloody hand. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up, and you can go to bed.” She went to pull on Misty’s hand, but Misty sank her heels in deep. “Misty,” Cordelia implored.

    “I can’t.” She refused to budge, and her voice shook. “I can’t!” Cordelia would have had as much luck pushing on a solid wall, for Misty shook her head in obstinate opposition. “I have to stay awake,” she insisted, her voice curdling with fear. She took a step back, away from Cordelia. “I’m not safe if I’m asleep!” 

    Recognition donned on Cordelia: I’m not the only one afraid they’re going to come back. Misty had been victimized in her sleep twice, first by fire and then by steel. She couldn’t let herself sleep. “Misty,” Cordelia tried to soothe, reaching for her, but Misty gasped for breath and snatched out of her reach, stumbling backward. Her exhaustion had left her limbs unable to hold her up any longer. A broken sob tore through her. “Misty, it’s okay--it’s okay, I promise.” 

    Curling up tight, drawing her knees to her chest, Misty quaked. Cordelia sank beside her, bumping her head on the table above, and reached to hug her. She’s so cold. She hadn’t slept in so long, her body had lost its ability to regulate its temperature. “Muh-My chest hurts,” Misty whispered between gasps. Cordelia took one shaking hand and pressed it there. What can I do to help her? She had never been good at helping her witches, but Misty needed her. After a moment of stiffening under the hug, Misty caved and clung to her in return. “I’m scared--” 

    Cordelia tucked her hair behind her ear. She couldn’t tell which fluids were blood, snot, or tears as they all ran together. “Sweetheart.” She hoped that name was okay for Misty. “You’re going to be okay… We won’t let anything happen to you here. I won’t let anything happen to you here.” She caressed Misty’s face. Each touch made her flinch. “Slow down your breathing.” She pressed harder against Misty’s chest. Through her thin shirt, she could feel every heartbeat pounding, too hard and too fast. “You need to sleep.” Misty shook her head in resistance, refusing. “You can come with me. I’ll stay with you. If we’re together, no one will be able to hurt us.” Tearful, trembling fists balled up in Cordelia’s nightgown. We’re both so dirty. She doubted Misty could stand long enough to take a shower. How weird was it if she offered to share a bath with her? Not even in the top ten weirdest things that have ever happened around here, she decided. It wasn't like she could be more objectionable as a teacher, and Misty wasn't her student—she was a refugee. “Let’s go take a bath together. Do you want to do that? That will help you warm up some.” 

Misty shivered from head to toe, trembling like a dry autumn leaf in the breeze. "N-No—I can't—" She desperately clawed at her own skin, hands curling inward into talons. "It burns," she gasped, scratching at her arms. Cordelia took her hands and held them so she couldn't harm herself. 

"Misty, it doesn't, it's just in your head." But that doesn't make it less real, Cordelia knew. Her nightmares also followed her into her life, and she couldn't fault Misty for falling backward when she was most vulnerable. "Come with me—C'mon, stand up." She tugged on Misty's arm, refusing to relent until the other woman started to rise up with her. Long arms caught around her neck. Her legs threatened to cave underneath her. "Sh…" It felt so good to be needed… to be good at something, to be helpful. She didn't get that feeling very often. Misty buried her face into the crook of her neck and sobbed a soft, broken sob, until even that subsided. She was too exhausted to cry. "Come inside," Cordelia whispered, and this time, Misty bobbed her head in some reluctant agreement. Her fear, her sadness, her fatigue had all crippled her. Cordelia wasn't the only one broken by trauma. 

Misty hitched a tight breath. "Miss Cordelia…" Her voice quaked. 

"It's okay, Misty," Cordelia soothed, feeling more useful than she had in weeks. "I've got you." She reached up to caress Misty's cheek. 

Under her palm, she felt Misty's mouth curl, something that wanted to be a smile but didn't have the energy to become so. "I know." That was enough. 

[gotatext]

                   hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !!  slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am   OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664.   a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done 

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides.  occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2  - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders 

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her.  like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

[wndflowers]

(  irene ferreiro.  eighteen.  she/her.  )   everything’s fine,  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in  𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂? but don’t worry, your  ( ʜɪɢʜ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɴʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇ﹐  ᴅᴀɴɢʟɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴇᴀʀʀɪɴɢs﹐  ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ sʜᴏᴇs sʜᴜғғʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ )  will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬  despite your tendency to commit to  ( 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝘩 )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun. 

basics:

name: elizabeth cooper

alias/nicknames:  betty cooper

age: eighteen

birthday + zodiac: june 29  +  cancer

pronouns: she/her

fandom: archie comics

faceclaim:  irene ferreiro

additional information:

skills: writing,  baseball,  running,  sleuthing,   fixing  &  breaking  into  cars,  reading,  singing,  &  dancing !  

languages spoken: english & french

three positive traits: curious,  dynamic,  bright.

three negative traits: possessive,  not  trusting,  nosy.

mbti: esfj   (  the  caregiver  )

hogwarts house: gryffindor

bio:

mmmmkay  so  where  do  i  start  with  miss  betty  cooper ?  el  oh  el  .  

she was born  elizabeth  cooper, but call her betty pls. 

she’s literally  THE  girl next door,  sweet,  kind,  a part of the  not-so-perfect-perfect family.

 she does have anxiety due to how she was raised;  but her ways of dealing with it are  …  not so healthy.

was in luv with archie andrews aka her bff for the longest time.  

that being said she’s super  bisexual.  don’t let her first crush tell u her sexuality !

her best friends are archie andrews,  jughead jones,  and veronica lodge.  she would die for them without one hesitation.

a journalist,  a straight-a student,  a cheerleader,  tries to be there for her friends and family all at the same time,  an activist,  fixes cars,  plays baseball and all spots;  she was on  adderall  to help her keep up with all this.

her family home kept  A LOT  of pressure on her;  though her relationship with her mother is growing stronger each day.

she knows how to fix cars !  and motorcycles.  she also likes old films but also new films like jurassic world.  the same goes for music;  find her listening to classics,  but also new indie artists as well.  betty just enjoys what she enjoys !  she’s tryna live her best life despite all the crap it throws her.

sweet and rlly cares for her friends and family and would go to the ends of the world for them !! 

somewhere between pretty in pastel / tom-boy type !

it’s hard to  not  like betty cooper,  when even veronica lodge has a soft spot for her.

characterizations  +  last  memories:

betty  cooper  is  supposed  to  be  an  all  american  girl  ,   peppy  and  very  into  politics  .   she’s  a  cross  between  tomboy  &  a  prepster  .   her  family  isn’t  the  best  ,   but  she  has  an  older  sister  that  she  adores  .   her  best  friend  (  archie  andrews  )  is  a  chaotic  redhead  and  lokey  she  always  finds  herself  in  messes  because  of  it  .   she’s  the  momTM  of   the  group  ,   more  or  less  .   

she recently  gained  back  walking  ability after  being  paralyzed  in  a  wheelchair  for  a  bit  after  a  car  crash,   and  she  was  at  a  school  dance  with  her  best  friends   (  archie  andrews  ,   jughead  jones  ,   &  veronica  lodge  )  ,   being  threatened  by  a  crazed  blossom  waving  around  a  gun  .  

and  then  ..  u  kno .. die d  .