#simon baker as curly

[duvall-adjaniblog]

Fuck it, fancast for mouthwashing

[chaoticbreadcrumbs]

MOUTHWASHING 🧴🪓

CHARACTERS AND THEIR REAL LIFE ACTORS

Have you ever wondered who the crew in Mouthwashing is based on? Look no further. CHECK IT OUT!

ANYA – Shelley Duvall (Wendy, The Shining) (CONFIRMED)

DAISUKE – Haruhiko Katô (Ryosuke, Pulse)

(CONFIRMED)

SWANSEA – Brendan Gleeson (Frank, 28 Days Later)

(UNCONFIRMED)

CURLY – Simon Barker (Christian, The Devil Wears Prada)

(UNCONFIRMED)

JIMMY – Vincent Gallo (Billy, Buffalo '66)

(UNCONFIRMED)

If you have any other ideas for actors who could resemble the unconfirmed characters, feel free to comment.

[toosensitivefortheinternet]

I guess my dream cast for Mouthwashing is

Simon Baker as Curly and Shelley Duvall as Anya

[flipperbrain-awakes]

THE MENTALIST ~ 7.03

[verdantwyrm]

I lowkey think Curly would sooo look like Simon Baker irl.

Anon you just cooked so hard..... Right down the cleft chin you've nailed it perfectly... witchcraft, I say!!

[ye4gerism]

what do you think are some thinks curly and reader like to do together as a couple. Also how do you think it was in the early stages of them not dating but yk just getting there and then the early stages of oh were official. Also if reader and curly did actually have like the whole big wedding instead of just going to the court house do you think curly would like cry big ass tears or would you say in general of how they get married he would be crying big ass tears.

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 - 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

author’s note these past few hours omg 😩 thank you for the ask. i’m going to go ahead and connect this to the curly headcanons i’ve been meaning to post. and, ugh, isn’t simon baker the perfect curly??😩

* answering this ask with good luck, captain in mind but can be read without it!

content warnings suggestive, black reader friendly

• you meet curly abroad in london and befriend him (and jimmy, i guess). your friendship only fostered because you were lonely in the city and curly had made an effort to hang out with you

• so things like going out for brunch or sightseeing. you’d have late-night conversations over the phone or you’d just sit in the car and talk. nothing romantic, just pure friendship.

• however, the attraction was clearly there. the both of you just didn’t want to make a move just yet. you had learned that he lived further away from you and so you even wondered if it was worth pursuing a relationship with curly at all. you were fine with being future pen pals

• curly just thought he was out your league - you’re beautiful, smart, a great conversationalist. he didn’t want to screw you over.

• eventually he confesses:

“I just wasn’t confortable leaving without telling you how I felt. You’re a great girl and anyone would be lucky to have you,” he told you.

• you propose you try long distance and it works.

• the two of you take turns visiting each other and you fall even more in love with him each visit

• one time he proposed you go hiking and you were absolutely dreading it. going hiking with this man you just met?? you were hot and it started raining but as crazy as it was, having your first kiss in the rain made up for it

• six months into dating and you two have your first time together. curly gentle and cautious of your body. he wants to show you how much me respects you. the morning after he’s so so touchy (1:48 and beyond does not matter unless you want it to lol)

• and curly is so crazy when it comes to you and intimacy. he’s over here painting your toes and teasing you all at the same time. he paints one nail and then leaves kisses up your leg and stops when he knows he’s getting close to your hot spot.

• he’s just a big tease in general. also…didn’t know where to put this but…👀

• not only does curly taking you hiking but he takes you to a mountains to ski and do a bunch of snow shit. a lot of his dates are outdoors but you like him, so you roll with it. A lot the dates you plan are dinner dates, going to the movies, just city stuff. you’ve both learned to have a mutual respect for your differences.

• but curly loves when he’s with you. he appreciates mini home dates and just being alone with you

• then he pops the question 6 months later. and you say yes. and you have a courthouse wedding bc you two enjoy your privacy. in good luck, captain, reader and curly do have a big wedding. it’s referred to briefly in ‘rest of your lives’. i would actually argue that curly was a bit more emotional during your courthouse wedding - he read vows that he wrote and he got to be with you. there was no one there to destroy the peace. your big wedding was more of a family gathering and appeasing to your families.

• now domestic stuff…i would say that you and curly are pretty decent cooks but you’re a little better than he is. curly likes to learn though! so he’s picked up a lot of your cooking skills.

• curly’s not the cleanest but he’s not a slob either. his office space is just a bunch of papers but when he’s not busy, he does get his act together and organizes his desk. you are a stickler for organization, so the house doesn’t get too busy bc you’re always one step ahead.

• you like to shower alone but Curly always hops in when you’re ready to get out

• i feel like reader and curly would be a family of three. you’d end up having one baby, a little girl bc curly’s a girl dad (convince me otherwise).

• but you’d definitely consider adoption if you wanted a second child.

• a family of four actually sounds fitting - a daughter and a son

• curly’s big on sports, so the minute your kids learn how to walk, he’s taking them to the rec center.

• kids also mean leaving you at home when he wants to go hiking. he recognizes you need a break and encourages you to have the day to yourself as he takes the kids out

• surprisingly enough, curly’s the stricter parent. he has the hard talks with the kids when they’re disrespectful. he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to time out or taking away devices.

• you like packing lunches for the kids. you like to leave little notes for them and organize everything neatly inside

• and most importantly, you guys live happily ever after. at least, within this post.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | In-Laws To Be | Romantic

Your sweet and shy nature keeps you from wearing your heart on your sleeve. Your older sister Eden decides to help you out a little.

Requested by Louisa

There is a certain nip in the winter air that doesn’t often occur in the usually warm lands of Judea, so you make sure to dig out the woollen cloak from your wardrobe before heading out to the market in order to prepare for Shabbat. Armed with a large bag that fits around your shoulder as well as Eden’s lengthy shopping list, you make your way to the business of Capernaum, where dozens of people are traversing the wares on display, merchants yelling their prices and discounts alike. 

You hug your cloak a little tighter around your shoulders as you walk past the stalls, making sure to only purchase the items Eden had requested no matter how tempting some of the sweeter goods seem to be, even if they are practically calling out your name. You eye a specific box of honey buns as you browse the baker’s wares, and it must have been so obvious that you were eyeing them that the merchant oddly frowns at you when you only ask for some yeast and flour. 

Up next are the wine skins — three of them this time, due to the size of the company — which proves less difficult to resist. The leather containers of wine still prove quite the weight inside your bag. Perhaps you should have waited to get these for last, but the woman behind the stall has already pocketed your money.

Afterwards, you find the stand selling fish. Ever since Simon and Andrew left the fishing industry to pursue the Messiah instead, you have been actually having to buy it from other merchants instead of getting a few of them for free, fresh from the Sea of Galilee after a good night on the water. Not that you mind it. You’d gladly buy all the fish in the world with your own money now that they are followers of Jesus Himself. 

Your mind lingers on Andrew for a bit and you can’t help a smile from forming over your lips. He’s going to attend the celebration as well and frankly, you can hardly wait to see him. Whereas you’d often see the younger sibling of your brother-in-law every other day when they were still fishermen, you now consider yourself lucky if you get to briefly pass by him about four, five times a month. To your relief, you still have your sister Eden to keep your mind occupied with your other duties. Keeping yourself busy by helping her out around the house and making a living out of sewing clothes, you remain as productive as you can be.

It feels almost inappropriate to want to doll up a little for tonight. You are positively thrilled to get to speak to Andrew again, your tummy already swirling with butterflies at the notion. For a moment, you picture yourself more confident than you are, wearing something nicer than usual, making Andrew do a double take… Not that you expect him to. Whereas Eden is more easy-going, you’re usually the more quiet type, hanging around in the background. It is a miracle if you even dare to say a few words to the curly-haired man in question. And honestly, perhaps that Shabbat itself is not the best moment to try and impress someone. 

“—Did you hear what I said, miss?” 

The merchant behind the fish stall pulls you from your own mind by giving you a strange look. You rapidly blink and clear your throat. “Uh, I’m sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment.” 

The woman huffs. “I asked if I could help you with something. You’ve been staring at my fish for a good minute now.”  

You flush a little. “Ah. Yes, I… Uh, I’d like some… Some tilapia.” 

“How much?” 

You count in your head and on your fingers for a moment. “Seven… Seven will work.” 

The merchant packs up your order whilst you get the right amount of money from your satchel. It concludes your shopping trip as you tuck the fish into your bag. “Shabbat shalom.” you tell her, and she nods, forcing a smile on her lips. “Shabbat shalom.” 

Knowing Capernaum like the back of your hand — you’ve grown up in the village after all — you head back to the house of Simon and Eden, where your older sister is waiting for you to arrive with all the fresh produce she had asked you to bring. You step over the threshold to find Eden laying the table, the vegetables already cut and drizzled with lemon to keep them fresh. She smiles and brushes over quickly to help you out with the heavy bag. 

“Ah, (Y/n), you’re the best!” You hand her the satchel of money you had received from her and she puts it aside. You instantly start rummaging around your recently acquired groceries to take out the fish lest they start leaking liquid — you’ve learnt that the hard way — as well as the wine for your sister to put into a cool room. 

“Let me prepare the fish,” Eden suggests, knowing that you aren’t necessarily fond of the slippery task of cleaning them and removing the bones. Being a fisherman’s wife, your older sister has become quite skilled at turning them into tasty fillets, so you don’t complain when you are thus presented with the job to prepare the bread dough instead. 

Your challah is often favoured whenever you’re around at Shabbat dinners. Eden says you’ve got magic hands which causes the dough to proof to perfection, but you are personally more convinced it’s the little dash of cinnamon you sneak into there for a hint of sweetness; the spice itself is far from sweet but it still works, somehow. You know the recipe by heart, adding the right amounts of water and flour to the countertop to knead together into a stretchy mass between your hands. With a little oil, a pinch of salt as well as a bit of yeast, the dough is done for its first rising process by the time Eden has cleaned the third fish.

Upon cleaning your hands and covering the bread dough, you assist Eden by grilling the fish for her over the fire in her kitchen. Under the pleasant smell of fresh food, you have a moment to yourselves before the business of the evening begins.

“So, who will be joining us again?” you ask your sister, who looks at you for a second before turning back to her fourth fish to prepare. 

“Simon, of course, and Jesus, Mary, Thaddeus and Andrew.” On the last name, you barely manage to keep your face under control, feeling your face heat up. Still, you manage to not let Eden catch you blushing. You flip the fish being heated on the stone one last time before checking on your bread, finding that it needs a little more time to rise.

“You know,” Eden pipes up all of a sudden, as if it is written all over your face, “You are still unmarried.” 

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat. “That’s correct, thank you for the reminder.” 

Eden breathes something akin to amusement. “That’s not what I tried to say. What I mean is that I’m curious to see if there is anyone of Jesus’ followers whom you’d like as a potential future husband.”

Had she seen you flush anyways? Your heart rears inside your chest as you feel like a child caught doing something they weren’t allowed to. The expression on your face is so mortified that your sister gives you a reassuring look and exhales.

“There’s no rush, really. But I mean, we’ve met a lot of nice bachelors whom I wouldn’t mind as my brother-in-law. Take Thaddeus, for example, he’s really sweet. I think Little James would also be a good match for you, since you both have a soft and gentle nature.” 

Your throat runs dry — she hasn’t realised that you’d rather be with someone who is already her brother in law — and you take moment to collect your thoughts. “Thad or Little James?” you squeak, thrown off-guard by her sudden suggestions. Eden nods, smiling softly at your shy response. “I… I don’t know, Eden. Sure, they’re sweet and all, but I’m not sure if they’d be meant for me.” 

“Well, then I’m not really sure who would be a good fit for you.” 

You avert your gaze, feeling a little embarrassed that the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. Is she right? Would Andrew not be a good match? 

“Maybe Philip?” she then recommends, “Yeah, he’s a Godly man, too. Someone who would be really gentle for you. He is the kind of man you’d like to come home to, I’m sure.” 

“Look, Eden, I…” You let out a slightly antsy sound, “I just don’t think that… That Philip would like me in that way, and honestly I wouldn’t really care, because as kind and wise as he may be, I just see him as a very dear friend.” 

Eden hums and gives you a curious look. “There is something on your mind.” she states. “I can see it in your eyes. Do you have a suggestion for any eligible bachelors around, (Y/n)? Do you have your eye on someone? Oh no, don’t think I don’t see that blush!” You gasp and quickly pad your cheeks to feel them hot to the touch, “You’ve got a crush, don’t you?” 

Letting out a shaky breath of defeat, you give the fish one last flip before they are all ready to go. 

“Come on, who is it? You’re my sister, you can tell me!” 

She almost girlishly grabs your arm, urging you on to reveal your secret. 

You laugh lightly, a little shyly, tucking some loose hair back under your veil. “I don’t think I should, I know he wouldn’t feel the same, and—” 

“Please, (Y/n), maybe I can help! And I’m sure Simon and Andrew can put in a good word for you.” 

Your face twists into uncertainty. “Well, look… That might be kind of the issue.” 

Eden frowns a bit. “What do you mean?” 

“Ah… The person I would potentially really like as my husband is… Hm…” you hardly dare to let the name cross your lips, knowing that she’d be the first one to ever know about your longtime crush on the curly-haired fisherman in question, “…Andrew.” 

Her mouth falls open as she gawks at you, nearly dropping her knife to the ground. Eden puts it on the counter quickly and steps closer to you. “Really? Andrew? Are you serious, (Y/n)?” You nod and she lets out a breath of disbelief. “For how long? I never knew that you—” 

“—Ever since our early teens.” 

The revelation hits her hard as she puts a hand on her chest, letting out a small laugh of slight shock. “How did I never… Never find out that you… For so long? And you never even considered telling me? Or asking me about it? I could have gotten Simon to urge him in your direction, you know, I could have helped out and—” 

“—Its’ fine, Eden.” you whisper, “It’s alright. I… I’ve been in love with him for quite some time, and if he felt the same I feel like he would have asked by now.” 

“(Y/n)…” Eden reassures, “You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much. You see, I bet that Andrew would be thrilled to know that a woman as sweet and kind as you is into him. I think you and him would be a very good match, I just… I didn’t necessarily expect it to happen, you know? I never would have guessed that you were sweet on him, so I never suggested it. After all, we’ve all practically grown up together, have been friends for so long. It’s the same reason I didn’t suggest John, by the way. It just didn’t cross my mind in the first place.”

“Well, you were acquainted with Simon too long before you liked him in that way, no? And yet, you married him.” 

Eden thinks for a moment. “I… Guess there is no arguing that.” she muses. “But would you like a word of advice, (Y/n)?” 

You perk up your head in question. “Yes?” 

“They will be here in a few hours. And… Once they are here, go talk to him. Trust me. Just be yourself, show him you are still that same sweet, kind girl from back in the day and interested to converse with him. If he doesn’t see you for what you are worth, he isn’t deserving of you, anyways.” 

“Talk to him? But I can’t— What could I talk about, then? I’m just going to make a fool of myself, be a stuttering mess, stumble over my words—” 

“—(Y/n). Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are a beautiful, wonderful woman who loves God. You are one of the most honest, genuine people I know. He’d be lucky to have you by his side, and who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised on what he feels for you.” 

You purse your lips, fiddling with your sleeve for a moment as you contemplate her words. 

“Give it some thought, okay? I’m sure that Andrew would love to speak to you more often, and perhaps something beautiful will bloom from it.” 

As you walk over to the counter again to continue on the challah, you ponder the words of your sister. 

“I’ll think about it.” you tell her. 

Eden smiles.  

“Good. You’ve got until tonight.” 

—

The home of Simon and Eden is a little cramped by the time all the invitees have showed up, but it doesn’t deter you nor your sister from serving the guests. You’ve been nervous ever since Andrew has crossed the threshold. In the end, you had decided to just wear what you were already wearing, not fond on drawing attention to yourself to begin with. 

You place a cup of wine in front of Jesus, Who kindly smiles at you. “Thank you, (Y/n). Are you alright? You look a little flushed.” 

Since you don’t want to lie to Jesus, you leave the answer in the middle. “I’ll be fine.” you mutter, which isn’t entirely untrue. Regardless of how the evening goes, you will be just that— fine. Your gaze flickers to the curly-haired former fisherman currently in conversation with Thaddeus. Jesus hums as He follows your eyes, smiling a little. 

“You know, I didn’t take that other seat next to Andrew for a reason. Eden was very adamant about it.” 

You gulp — look back at Eden, who is speaking to Simon at the kitchen counter — then back at Jesus.

“Do you know what she means by that?” You are fully aware that Jesus knows exactly what this is about.

“I… Have an inkling.” 

“An inkling?” Jesus smirks and nods towards the empty seat. “Go. Eden will take over the hosting duties for a moment, and if she needs an extra pair of hands, she knows where to find Me.” 

Who are you to say no to Jesus’ instructions? Eden likely told Him on purpose. You find her gaze across the table whilst you take off your apron, and she winks. As you sit down next to Andrew with bucking knees, he looks up with a kind, almost surprised smile.

“Oh, shalom (Y/n)! How nice to see you again. I have to compliment you on your challah once again. I know I keep saying it, but wow, you never cease to amaze me.” Andrew’s eyes widen as he sees the blush on your face, then realises how he worded his praise, “I—I mean with your bread— Of—Of course you are a great person, too. I— I think— I think you’re great.” 

You smile softly at him, butterflies raging around in your stomach as you gaze upon his genuine expression. “Thank you for your sweet words, Andrew.” 

He gives you an almost giddy look before he snaps out of it, clearing his throat.

“Would you like a drink? Bread? Grapes?” 

“Please.” you softly murmur. He gives you a sweet look.

As he reaches for said items of food scattered around the table, Simon leans towards his wife, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s up with them, huh?” 

“They’re totally into each other.” Eden whispers back. 

Simon nearly chokes on his own saliva. “What? (Y/n) is into Andrew? How is it, that I only find this out now? Did you know about this? For how long has this been going on?” 

“I found out this afternoon while we were preparing Shabbat dinner. It turns out that she has managed to keep her feelings hidden for over a decade.” 

“Over a decade? Are you telling me that I could have been saved from Andrew talking my ear off by pining over her constantly for a whole decade? (Y/n) this, (Y/n) that… I mean, I wouldn’t mind her as my sister-in-law, she’s a very nice person and I think they’d be a good match. But he could have been with her all this time and still he decided to constantly speak to me about it.” 

Eden hums and raises an eyebrow at him, turning to the counter to get the guests a refill of wine. 

“She’s already you sister-in-law, Simon.” she reminds him.

Simon frowns at that, thinking for a moment before his face falls into realisation. “Oh, yeah, that’s true… Anyways, let’s hope and pray that they will finally set things in motion now. It’s been ten long years overdue.” 

“I hope so, too.” Eden replies.

She smiles, pivots to the dinner table with a certain flair, and momentarily meets Jesus’ gaze. He nods towards you and Andrew, then winks at her. She returns it before tending to her guests again.

[neo-axe-oc-thoughts]

𓆟 COD OC - Guppy 𓆟

Quick note Guppy is an COD AU OC, xyr AU is a mix of Black Ops (I, II and Cold War) and the Rebooted Modern Warfare (I, II, III). I'll make a separate post about the universe timeline, and what is/isn't canon.

General

Name : Harlow Rayner

Nickname(s) : Guppy

Age : 26

Birthday : Feb 9th 1997

Nationality : Australian

Language(s) : English, Auslan

Blood Type : A- (A NEG)

Disability : Autism

Gender : Queer

Sexuality : Grey AroAce

Pronouns : xe/xem/xyrs | ze/zir | they/them

Affiliations : Cryptologic Systems Op Navy, Aus Intelligence Corps Army

Rank : Intelligence Analyst

Callsign : Prophet 0-1

Affiliations

Cryptographer "Bell"

Agent Alex Mason

Special Agent Frank Woods

Lieutenant Commander David Mason

Station Chief Laswell

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

Captain John Price

Relationships

Sibling : Isaac Rayner , younger brother - Alive, minimal contact

Father : Charlie Rayner - Alive, no contact

Mother : Evelyn Rayner - Alive, no contact

Bell their Zizi, (uncle/aunt not biologically related)

Appearance

Hair Colour : Dark Auburn Brown

Hair Style : Man bun, wavy/curly hair

Eye Colour : Brown Dravite

Height : 166cm / 5' 5" ft

Build : average

Beauty Marks : Light freckles across bridge of nose, moles scattered across body, stretch marks mainly on hips, upper thighs and upper arms

Scars : top surgery, chip missing from right ear

Tattoos : 3 Gill like tattoos across sides of ribcage, jelly fish wrapped across mid right bicep, two guppies on inner top of zir left forearm, wave band on right leg, a coral piece from left hip down thigh, circuit inspired tattoo from left collar bone to top left shoulder blade.

Face Claim : Erika Lindner

Voice Claim : Soren (GOG) /Rai Thistlethwayte (Thirsty Merc) /Kaoru Kurita (Wonder Egg Priority)

Personality and Negative Traits

Guppy comes across as strange or awkward to neurotypical individuals, and mostly gets along better with other neurodivergent people.

Guppy is very hard working, if the project is important they are unwilling to stop working even if it means ignoring xyrs body's needs.

Dependable : When it comes to those xe trusts, Guppy is incredibly trustworthy and reliable. A steady presence in their life, who would do absolutely anything to make them feel safe.

Intuitive : but often second guesses zirself, and ends up ignoring xyr intuition.

Has a habit of isolating themselves away from others, as well as repressing zir emotions often bottling them up since they struggle to express xem in a way that makes sense to others.

Overly empathetic as a response to zir being parentified during childhood.

Stubborn : Often unwilling to do things that go against what xe believes or what those xe trust has taught them.

Virtues and Vices : self-reliance, stubbornness, obsessive (wont stop until something is done), caution, dependability, Intuition, Tenacity, Impatience, Ingenuity.

Skills and Abilities

Basic Combat Training

Special Skills : Analyst, Cryptography, coding, hacking and intel gathering.

Favourites

Colour : dusty orange

Food : chicken parmi

Drink : Mocha

Flower : Purple Phlox subulata

Trivia

Guppy is right-handed, but working towards being ambidextrous.

Zir listens to music sung in other languages or metal to focus, annoying whoever they share a workspace with.

Has a more dark sense of humor, but hates that that sort of stuff makes xem almost laugh.

Spent most of zir spare time with Bell, and has picked up a couple Russian words and their knowledge on cryptography.

Surprisingly xe is a good cook and baker, spending time learning different recipes especially ones that Bell remembers enjoying from their childhood.

AN : I'm going to be making xyr backstory a separate post, since it's still a work in progress. I might post a small bit about Guppy's current concept/idea for their place in the story.

I also took inspiration from @/kaitaiga and @/sleepyconfusedpotato COD OC posts. Which is the second time I've taken inspiration from Sleepy, first time being my COD MW age head canon post.

[kibbl3z]

now that i think about it......

when i first started watching the mentalist I first though simon baker looked a lot like curly from mouthwashing

[atinyladybug-daydreams]

for the if they had a kid ask thingy , glass and kondraki

Ooooh one of my never thought of Rarepair!!!

Name: I'm not sure exactly what first name they would have but I think they would have a very gender neutral first name like Riley or Ash but I can also see them having a name from a classic literature or a good novel courtesy of Kondraki.

As for last names, I feel like they would take Glass as the last name, and Kondraki as a middle name. Kondraki insisted because he already has Draven and wanted Simon to have a turn this time? If that makes sense?

Gender: A girl! Can be cis or transfem but they're definitely not very feminine.

General Appearance: Very tomboy-ish and masculine clothing. I think overalls are pretty fitting. And also light up sneakers.

In terms of physical appearance, their hair are definitely curly. Like. VERY VERY curly. I also think that they look like a messy-tidy kinda person. Like, their clothes are ironed and well-coordinated and very very fitting and looks nice but there's also this kind of mess to it because they're very out and about so it's not 100% aligned.

They're also like. Pretty built. Not like big beefy but like. Definitely someone that looks like they work out and can fight.

Great posture, chipped tooth, kind eyes and hearty grin.

Personality:

I feel like they're going to be very loud and expressive. Also very, very chaotic as the Kondraki family are but in a more like, subtle way due to Glass' influence. I also think they're extremely extroverted and social which is surprising considering both Simon and Kondraki are more on the introverted spectrums.

They have a good heart and are VERY, very sympathetic towards people. Really tries their best to help people. A very headstrong and determined person which can be her downfall because it gets to the point she stops listening to other people thinking she knows best.

Special Talents:

Oh man. This kid is wayyy too talented with a blade. Whether it be a knife, dagger, switchblade, sword or even a butter knife, this kid understands and can use it really well. I mean, look at her parents.

Also has incredible cooking abilities. Kondraki is a great cook and Simon's a great baker so she ends up knowing a lot about cooking and baking, is very familiar with a lot of flavours, textures and spices. Also knows a wide variety of dishes. Honestly, she's a really good person to turn to for food feedback.

Who they like better:

Kondraki! He's the cool dad who taught her fencing and yes even though Simon does teaches her how to use knives, they still think swords are cooler so Kondraki it is!

Who they take after more:

On a surface level personality wise, you think they'd take after Glass more because of how they appear level-headed and kind but man, this kid is pure CHAOS in the Kondraki way.

Personally I think they take after Kondraki more because Kondraki is very very very present in their life (he very regrets him being emotionally unavailable to Draven so he tries his goddamned hardest with this one)

She reacts a lot like Glass, but thinks and feels a lot like Kondraki.

Personal Head canon:

I think when she grows up, she does become an agent much to Glass and Kondraki's absolute horror. Glass is horrified because he was an agent once and man was it rough being on so like he has absolutely no idea why she wants to be an agent and Kondraki is horrified because like, "Draven already gives me a heart attack every month from the shit he deals with and now you're going to add to that too".

Star and planet girly. Would've become an astrophysicist but can't stand the idea of sitting and researching inside all day. They prefer getting hands on and yes astronaut is an option but the idea of kinda sorta being that far from home makes them sad. They like visiting their parents frequently whenever they have time (and get free food while at it).

Face Claim:

Honestly the closest thing I can associate her with is Cassie from FNAF SB Ruin

[spookyvalentine]

shepard is just so hunky

have mercy i mean really

[wikipedie]

finally reaching s6e8

god i am sorry, but i have thoughts.

So. I used to be in this fandom 10 years ago, as the series was running. I was reading theories on Tumblr, reblogging gifsets, and reading (and writing) fanfiction on fanfiction.net. I remember what it was like when this episode came out and it was revealed that Sheriff McAlister was Red John. Or at least, how I felt. I felt disappointed that a man who had been such a mistery for so many years had turned out to be McAlister, begging Jane for his life and not having a modicum of decency when just a bit earlier he had proclaimed that he won. (And in part I couldn't understand how he would have the upper hand over Lorelei.)

And now, as an adult, I realize that that was the point.

'I'm a bit disappointed.' says Jane. So are we. Because that's the point. We are not meant to give this man any higher ground than the dirt under the shoes that he is (and it's the behavior we ought to give serial killers in general). Sure, they may have charisma and seem personable but, underneath, they are nothing but pathetic people.

As an adult, I am aware that there is no other way that it truly could've been for Red John. He's not the grandiose man who controls people's lives and deaths that he thinks himself to be. The episodes spent chasing him aren't even about him. He's but a mere speck of dust, as they uncover the deeper corruption within the system and it is shown that he couldn't have done it by himself alone. He says he created the Blake Allegiance (or whatever it's called - forgot already), but we only have his word for it. We know that he's one of the top people, as not even Bertram knew who he was, but I don't know that he was alone. His day cover was that he was just a sheriff.

In the end, he dies irrelevant. Nobody even knows he was Red John, apart from Patrick. (And presumably Lisbon, I haven't gotten that far in season 6). It's part of why I chose to show no screenshots of him as I discuss this episode - he's a nobody.

Instead, I want to focus on Patrick (and Simon Baker's excellent skills)

I think Patrick's original plan had been to kill himself after killing Red John. If his wife and daughter are dead, he doesn't have anything to live for, not really. It's clear in the second screenshot that he remembers that and contemplates that.

Except.

Lisbon.

He has Lisbon. He could live for her; if he were to die, she'd be devastated.

And you see by the 4th screenshot that he feels a bit more alive.

And I'm quite sure he had thought about her because he calls her immediately. Tells her he's done it, it's over, he's free.

"I want you to know that I'm okay" He didn't kill me and I didn't kill myself .

RJ is dead and Patrick is alive. But at a cost. "[And] I'm gonna miss you."

And then he starts running. And he looks so free. Free of Red John, free of the obsession that had taken all of his energy, free of his duty to his wife and daughter (now he only has the duty to live).

I do not think that it's a coincidence that the first thing we see after Patrick starts running is of a woman and a child with curly hair walking in opposite direction. Almost as a symbolism of letting go of his wife and child, not have them be just memories filled with guilt.

[cloveroctobers]

Can I request for Asher Adams or Olivia Baker or Spencer James with a biracial reader

October prompts — 10. Spencer James ; All American

Prompt: don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜

A/N: yeah this was supposed to be out yesterday but living life was more important in the moment lol. Hope you’re all enjoying this spooky season if it’s your thing? If not…I still hope you’re enjoying this fall season then. This is a short one since I still have 2 (maybe I’ll do a bonus one to make unlucky 13 but we’ll see) more prompts I think left in my drafts that I want to get out before I take a break from writing or until inspiration flows again for me!

This was originally a prompt for Olivia but I decided to switch to spencer because he needs more love…after all is he not the main character? 😂 also this is a fuck Billy baker account—OFFICIALLY! + I watched the newest paranormal activity last night so you may see a touch of inspiration from that in here.

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You were being fake.

Faker than hell, except hell was not fake. (Depending on who you asked but whatever) You were positive about that since you’ve seen some things…back when you would spend time with your grandparents in Pennsylvania. Long story short about that? You always thought Pennsylvania was eerie whenever you visited and that didn’t help your suspicions since your grandparents lived close by a Amish community.

You meant no harm on your judgments about the community but one tale about a family in particular didn’t sit right with you.

Let’s just say that.

See, your friends had set favorite holidays: Layla and Simone loved Valentine’s Day, Jordan and JJ both loved April Fool’s day, Kia loved black history month, Coop and Patience loved Thanksgiving, You and Olivia shared the same love for Christmas, Darnell always boasted about news year eve, and lastly and surprisingly Spencer, Asher, and Chris all shared the same love for Halloween.

It was their fault this whole halloweekend trip was a disaster…at least in your eyes. Spencer brought up the idea to you first and you tried to play it off that you were listening while you actually Dissociated from the conversation once: touring a haunted place was brought to the table! Spencer picked up on the vague responses almost immediately but waited to address that.

“Black people don’t be doing this shit and it’s safe to say we’ve done had enough fear in our lives,” Patience started with her arms crossed, “but…it is spooky season and we deserve some fun.”

And here you thought the curly headed girl would be on your side. Or at least Simone and Kia but nooo with very little persuasion they were on board too! Layla was already looking up places and writing down suggestions that Asher already began researching but Chris kept shutting everyone of them down.

“Why not just go to Hollywood Horror nights for a night?” You spoke up while your group of friends fell into easy conversations of excitement.

Olivia hummed, “We did that last year, y/n.”

Shit you did? You must have been so triggered from the last experience that you forgot all about that.

Spencer wrapped an arm around your waist bringing your frame close to his, ready to question what was up but Layla suddenly stood up with a grin and a notepad?

“I’ve got it, I know this perfect place where we don’t even have to leave the state. I can’t believe I forgot!” She bounced on her toes.

Chris waved his hands around, “well spit it out girl, what is it?”

Which made Olivia flick her boyfriend’s ear who failed to dodge her attack and complained at her action.

“It’s this haunted hotel in the outskirts of California. Its definitely driving distance, a good hour or two tops. My dad knows the owner of the place quite well so I’m sure he’ll give us a nice discount to stay for a night or two or however long we want.” Layla informed.

Darnell shrugged, “I’m with anything if there’s a good bargain price.”

Chris gave the boy some dap in agreement while Coop should her head at them, a laugh flying past her lips as she mumbled up to Patience, “broke boys United.”

“Yo, whatcha one hit wonder ass say?” Chris was on her ass and before any bickering could start, Spencer let out a whistle to shut everybody up.

The group turned to Spencer who moved his arm from across your waist to lean against his knees, “Layla, thanks for the recommendation. Let’s make it happen, we’re three days away from the weekend and I know this is probably pushing it since places get booked fast.”

Layla fanned her hand as she reached into her back pocket to grab her phone, “oh please, Bram loves me, he’s never too busy.”

“Did you say bram as in the same name as that doll movie,” Jordan asked just before he tossed some m&m’s into his mouth.

Layla already stepped away, phone pressed to her ear, with her business woman voice on as everyone fell into chatter again.

“Are you good?” Spencer nudged your shoulder to get your attention.

You immediately nodded, “yeah, great. Never better!”

That was a lie.

Which is why it’s always important to be honest even if the truth hurts or someone can’t handle the truth. Maybe if you were honest, you currently wouldn’t be losing your mind right now in this hotel room with Spencer.

You had your arms and legs attached to his back, clinging to him the minute the room went completely dark. This blackout made you feel as if your heart was trapped in your throat instead of your chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark?” You could feel the smirk in Spencer’s voice, as he held onto you with ease.

You huffed squeezing your arms tighter around his throat, “shut up, you. What the hell is happening?”

“It’s probably part of the haunt experience? They did give us walkies and night vision goggles.” Spencer said just as the hotel door slowly creaked open.

In that moment you almost forgot how to breathe.

When you first settled into your room for the evening, after having a welcome dinner in this large ballroom-like area, each guest would be locked into their rooms until the big event occurred.

“Guess that means it’s show time,” Spencer moved his hands from underneath your thighs to rub his hands together.

You hopped down from his frame as Spencer moved around the room grabbing the correct equipment. While you stayed close to the window just in case you suddenly have to turn into catwoman and leap from the room, with or without Spencer at this point.

He did the honors of slipping the goggles against your forehead, leaving you to slip them on if you chose and handing you a walkie. He then moved his fingers through the dark in search of your face, “you know I gotchu right? Nothing bad will happen to you as long as you stick by me.”

“What if that’s what this place wants you to think? What if they purposely try to separate us then what? This could all go wrong like those horror movies I desperately hate.” You sighed as you felt Spencer place his forehead against yours, followed by a caress to your cheek.

He said next, “then I guess it was fun while it lasted then, hm?”

And that’s when you shoved him as he let out a laugh.

“I’m just playin’, damn, if you were this scared then you should of said something. I had a feeling you weren’t really vibing with this too.”

You scowled, “and be the only loser left out on this? I don’t think so.”

“I mean…I don’t think anybody would have clowned you that hard if you wanted to sit this one out. At least, I wouldn’t let them to do that to you, baby.” Spencer gripped your forearms, rubbing them gently.

You took a deep breath before listening to light patter of footsteps in the hallway followed by some familiar voices that most likely belonged to your friends.

“If I die tonight—

“You’re not gonna die, y/n.” Spencer interrupted you.

You continued as if you didn’t even hear him, “my soul shall forever haunt this place, you, and each of our crazy ass friends.”

“I see vengeance is one your…traits.” Spencer chose his words carefully.

You smiled in the dark, “you got it! so don’t ever think about breaking my heart.”

Walking forward you could tell Spencer was watching as he slipped on his goggles, his vision illuminated in pale green. He wouldn’t dream of it and before he could tell you that, a knock on the side of the wall sent you falling onto the floor, right on your ass along with a scream ripping past your lips.

Spencer balled up his fist to cover his laughs as he went over to help you up.

“Damn y/n, it’s just me.” Simone commented with her own goggles on, “I was just coming to get you guys so we can all stay together while we walk through each floor.”

Now that plan? Made perfect sense.

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Continue along with my anthology October prompts here

[javier-pena]

make me choose: @asambergs asked: simon baker or david duchovny?

“wearing a slim-fitting grey suit, tortoiseshell glasses and a chunky silver longines watch (for the past five years, he has been a brand ambassador), he flashes that notorious smile, the one that causes his blue eyes to both sparkle and crinkle. along with his signature curly blond hair and a light dusting of stubble, the elements combine to convey the look (and attitude) of a dapper businessman who surfs in his spare time.”

[ye4gerism]

already posted this on tiktok but i like the mouthwashers on here too.

BUT SIMON BAKER AS CURLY?? YES PLS. and he’s australian lol😋 i’m definitely using the ‘something new’ film for x reader content

ok curly oneshot coming soon

[dreaminae]

We All Need The One Friend

(Author's Note: Just in case anyone forgot, this is an A.U story. Which means I will divert from the real show storyline. Since the show is on hiatus, I am going off my narrative now. The crash will still take place, but I will put my spin on it.)

Chapter 10

After the eventful night of secrets and breakups, the remaining three of Spencer's guests called it a night. Jordan and Simone roomed together while Spencer and Olivia slept in their respective rooms.

Saturday morning rolled around, with an early rising Spencer being the first person up. Subsequently following his morning routine, he couldn't help stopping at the doorframe of the guest bedroom where Liv slept. Breaking all forms of her rights to privacy, Spencer pushed the door open to peek at Olivia.

Buried beneath a thick blanket, Liv slumbered peacefully, unaware of her solo membered audience. Tied in a sloppy bun, loose strands of her curly hair fell across her face, hiding her makeup else face.

Cheesing at the sound of Liv's light snores, Spencer mentally recalled one of their shared summer mornings.

Flashback

Swiping a fallen strand off Olivia's forehead, Spencer admired her facial beauty up close as she slept on his clothed chest. They'd fallen asleep on the Baker's couch watching reruns of Friends.

Jordan spent the night at Simone's after she called him upset with worries of her constant cramping. And Liv's mom was called saying she'd be spending the night at her office to work on her latest case.

Usually, Liv would've hated the idea of being home alone, however lately that is how she liked it. Being home alone -- with Spencer, that is.

They'd grown blatantly obvious about the new shift in their relationship. Finding lame excuses to be close, just to end up cuddling by the end of the night. Or purposely hand grazing one another until their fingers are eventually entwined. Their usual friendly small talk intensified into deep, personal conversations, communicating profound thoughts that they never shared with anyone else. Whatever suppressed feelings they might be ignored before summer conveyed candidly now

Knowing this, Spencer found nothing strange by the sight of Olivia wrapped in his arms that morning. However, Liv's hesitation remained unmoved that same morning. Timidly peeling her eyes open, she grew clustered under Spencer's soft gaze.

"Morning." She greeted shyly, lifting herself off Spencer. "Umm, sorry."

"Bout what?" Spencer inquired raspily. "Drooling on my shirt all night, or snoring so loudly that I couldn't hear my dreams?" He jested to ease her discomfiture.

"Shut up!" Olivia goofed in reaction to his playful exaggerations.

His hands flew up in defense as she smacked him around with a couch pillow.

"Alright! Alright!" He chuckled in surrender. "You win!"

"Damn, right I do," Liv smirked mischievously.

They'd spend the remainder of the day at each other's side until Spencer went home to spend time with his younger brother and Olivia stayed the night over Kia's.

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Leaning against the doorframe, Spencer continued to watch as Olivia stirred in her sleep, tossing around under the blanket.

He couldn't help but feel dumb for putting the both of them through this mess. Summer gave him so many chances to discuss how felt towards Liv, instead of dropping his bombshell of emotions on her in Vegas.

They could've talked it out together, and come up with a resolution on how to properly tell Asher and Layla. It was too late now. Spencer made a mess of the situation, and it was his responsibility to do things the right way this time. However, his talk with Liv needed to wait a bit longer, because outside another problem was brewing.

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