#sutton 002.

[frenchcurious]

Helmut Marko (AutoDelta SpA - Alfa Romeo T33/TT/3 #11572-002) 1000 km de Brands Hatch 1972. © David Phipps - Sutton - Getty. - source Carros e Pilotos.

[stayliquidarchive]

"you know how hard it is." he argued, with a huff. justin had proven time and time again to her just how bad he was at it. "i don't always know how to put things into words that won't make shit sound horrible."

a sigh slipped past her lips as she leaned her head back against the wall that she was propped against, "i'm not asking you to deal with anything. i'm just asking you to communicate with me. how hard it that, justin?"

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @suttxnhart​ LOCATION: The Studio

The parking lot at the Studio has all but cleared out and yet Reina finds herself still there, almost ten minutes after class has ended. She’s picking up both Madison and Iris today — Rowan’s got a late shift and Andy had some club business to finish up — and the girls have insisted on playing in the grassy area near the parking lot at the Studio. What could they possibly be playing with nothing around them but a few shrubs and a building? Reina’s got no fucking clue, but she’s pretty sure it has more to do with the fact that once they leave, Maddie will be heading home and they hate saying goodbye to each other. She’s told them they have five more minutes twice now, and she’s pretty sure she’s going to have to say it five more times before they actually decide to listen to her, so she pulls a cigarette out of her bag to at least give her some kind of distraction and help pass the time.

Lucky for her, Reina isn’t alone for long. Out the front doors of the dance studio comes Sutton, and she greets the woman with a look before taking a drag of the nicotine. It’s not quite a smile or a welcoming acknowledgment, but at least it’s something. “Want one?” she asks, holding her cigarette up in reference. She’s not sure if Sutton actually smokes but hell, half the Old Ladies of the club do, so it can’t hurt to ask. Speaking of — “Hey, did you hear about that bake sale we’re pulling together for the club? We’re raising money for some kids in the hospital, I believe.” Not that Reina actually knows for sure, but that’s beside the point. “Regardless, it looks good for the club to be charitable so it’d be nice if you could help out.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand, but Reina does manage to work up a smile as she says it. Figures that even though she’s technically not even an Old Lady anymore, she’s still parading around like she runs the show. In her mind, someone’s got to.

[manicve]

local: acampamento meio-sangue.

missão: vigia de portão.

participantes: evelyn e @wisesutton​

brincando com a ponta dos fios de cabelo presos, olhou de relance para a companhia de sutton, e encostou-se, para apoio, olhando diretamente para ela, enquanto usava de um assobio para chamar sua atenção. — você é só inteligente, você é criativa ou você é sábia? dá pra ser isso tudo? eu sempre achei incrível pensar que dá pra você ser tudo isso junto mas sei lá né, inteligência e burrice parecem dois conceitos tão complexos, nascer da cabeça da sua mãe também. sem julgamentos no caso, acho super desconstruído da parte da sua mãe essa coisa intelectual, é mega inclusivo também. — e aí, puxou o cantil comum, de onde tomou um gole claramente excessivo de whisky, escorrendo pelo canto dos lábios enquanto o cheiro ficava cada vez mais forte. pensou em falar mais alguma coisa quando, de repente, escutou um barulho. imediatamente, largou o cantil comum no chão, e colocou a mão no especial, o das armas. com a cabeça, apontou na direção do som, como quem perguntava qual a melhor abordagem. 

[saintbelleamy]

𝐚𝐜𝐭 ��. 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢. 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄. 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷. with @ferocitas

Ever the tempest, Bellamy already knew Sutton’s emotions would be all over the place, crashing and swirling against each other after the dinner. They just had no idea it would be to this extent.  We enter the scene with Bellamy finding the door to her suite unlocked (slightly ajar, even). They push past the heavy wooden door, tentative and light on their feet, eyes scanning the entire suite with a quiet urgency — there is, yet again, a sense of foreboding. They could feel their heart physically pounding in their chest.  Until they step out onto the balcony, they were prepared to resign to the fact that she simply wasn’t there. Found you, they think, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. The view was amazing, but to see her standing on the railing so carelessly... well, it threatened to stop their breathing altogether.  “Sutton, what are you doing?” they inquire softly, looking up at her with concern. “Please get down from there.”  Bellamy didn’t want to think what it would be like to witness yet another fall. 

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @suttxnhart​ location: Olympus Nature Preserve time: Early evening, around 5pm

It had practically become a part of her daily routine for Blake to take her dog, Zeus, out for a walk when she got home from work.  She barely gave herself the time to settle before she was putting his leash on him and taking him out the front door before making their way over to the Nature Preserve.  Initially, Blake started doing this early into her sobriety because she knew that any form of exercise would keep her in check which involved a lot of trips to the gym and runs around the Preserve, but that seemed to be a harder task with a seventeen-week pregnancy belly protruding from her abdomen.  Instead, her and Zeus kept a leisurely pace as they walked through the park with her headphones in, listening to a podcast absentmindedly.  It wasn’t until Zeus started to pull in the direction of another dog, that she quickly recognized as Goose, did she pull her headphones from her ears to see Sutton merely a few feet from her.  “Hey, babe.”  She greeted with a smile as the dogs greeted each other with a ridiculous amount of butt-sniffing as if they haven’t met before.  “How are you doin’ today?”

[lovehurried]

TAG DROP  •  Kat Edison (2/3)

KAT EDISON  &  sutton brady. KAT EDISON  &  jacqueline carlyle. KAT EDISON  &  adina el amin. KAT EDISON  &  tia clayton. KAT EDISON  &  cody. KAT EDISON  &  alex crawford. KAT EDISON  &  richard hunter. KAT EDISON  &  oliver grayson. KAT EDISON  &  ryan  ‘ pinstripe ’  decker. KAT EDISON  *  verse 000.  ( undetermined ) KAT EDISON  *  verse 001.  ( childhood ) KAT EDISON  *  verse 002.  ( college ) KAT EDISON  *  verse 003.  ( pre canon )

[mayaswollman]

STARTER FOR: @suttxnhart​ WHEN AND WHERE: Morning, The Studio.

So, Maya decides to bite the bullet and join a dance class. A pole class, to be more specific. But perhaps not for the right reasons. Sure, exercise and a way to physically release any tension within her body would be more than beneficial for someone like Maya. But she had signed up for a completely different reason. Sutton Hart was someone she had a strange relationship with. In fact, they didn’t have one at all. Not since Maya dated Sutton’s older brother, Jordan, many years ago. Maya, at the time, was young and stupid but still obtained the same concrete commitment issues as she does now. The Chambers family was sweet, always nice to her. Jordan was especially sweet and very into her, even when Maya and Sutton didn’t quite get along. But to put it simply, Maya eventually dumped him without much of a reason behind doing so. That was usually Maya’s escape when it came to most romantic endeavors. She cuts and runs, becomes bored, or will slowly become someone her partner didn’t recognize. With this Chambers brother, he got the cut and run scenario. 

Maybe Maya was looking to better herself, to better her more than impactful actions. Who knows, really. Even she was unaware of where her intentions stem from, but she was here regardless, early to a dance class she was certain would completely make a fool of herself in. “Um, hey,” Maya starts, eyes resting upon Sutton. “Long time no see right?” A classic Maya move, using humor to cover up the awkwardness. “I know you don’t really like me very much but...I could really use some help with this class. I’m not much of a dancer..” Better than nothing, right?

[rcina]

@suttxnchambers

Reina is ready to get the fuck out of the hospital. She’s been there for far too many hours, the exhaustion paired with the stench of the waiting room is starting to get to her, and all she wants is a hot shower and a nap. Not to mention she’s sure she looks like complete shit compared to her usual standards, having been there all night without a change of clothes. She has half a mind to take her heels off and just walk out to the car in bare feet — and God help anyone who says shit to her about it — when she spots Sutton covered in fucking blood in the waiting area near Rowan’s room and abandons that idea immediately. 

“There a reason you’re sitting out here moping? You look like Carrie, go home and get yourself cleaned up.” It takes a moment for Reina to realize that sounds insensitive, that Sutton could be genuinely hurt, although she doubts she’d be waiting to visit Rowan of all people if she was. It crosses her mind briefly that she could be waiting for someone else and the world doesn’t completely revolve around Rowan Fisher’s bullet to the chest right now, but she’s tired, and being pleasant isn’t really in her wheelhouse on her best day, let alone after spending hours in a hospital waiting for the news that her sister isn’t dead. She’s not a complete monster, however, and it dawns on Reina suddenly that Sutton’s brother could have easily been one of the victims of the gun fight. “Your brother’s fine, right?” Usually she wouldn’t even care to ask, but it’s been a strange day, and after everything that’s happened she’s feeling oddly concerned about people she usually doesn’t give the time of day.

[of-all-irrelevance]

Traditions

Self-Para 002

September 1st came around faster than he was expecting. Fane wasn't sure how he felt about his birthday this year. Usually, he enjoyed his birthday, and while he never made a big deal about it, it was still a special day. This year was different.

His Ma wasn't around to make the strawberry shortcake she always made. It wasn't a traditional birthday cake, but she'd been doing it for so long for him that he was sure his birthday wouldn't be the same without it.

This year, his dad wasn't there to ask him what he wanted for his birthday dinner. The question was superfluous. He'd asked for the same dinner every year since he was nine-years-old. Boxty, bacon, and that potato cheddar soup his dad made.

His birthday was different this year, without his family to spend it with. Instead, he'd gone home to Bay Ridge, sheepishly asking Win for a ride. He thought about asking the other boy to stay with him, but right now, he thought he was better suited to being alone.

He'd ordered pancakes and bacon from the local diner to go, bought a container of potato soup from the deli, and packed it all up before getting on the train.

He kept his head down as the R thundered through stop after stop, trying to keep the tears held at bay. He wanted to cry, but like hell was he going to be someone that cried on the subway. Hell no. Instead, he dug his teeth into his lower lip and kept his focus on the containers of food held on his lap.

Fane got up at his stop, stepping off the train and moving out into the light. He sighed at the cloudy skies, glad that it wasn't raining, but thinking the rain might have been suitable. It would have matched his mood.

Stopping at the gate of the Green-Wood Cemetery, Fane took a shaky breath. He didn't want to go in. He wanted to call Win, ask his friend to come and pick him up. He didn't want to be alone right now, but he couldn't help but remember that he was alone. He was the only one left.

He took that first step.

Then his feet moved on their own, taking him to Sylvan Cliff, to the shared headstone bearing his parents' names. He stopped when he reached the grey, Celtic cross that marked his parents' graves. Sitting before the stone, Fane set out his meal.

He looked at the lily carved in the centre of the cross and felt the tears slide down his cheeks. "Hey Ma, hey dad," he said softly, eyes moving over the words carved on the shield-shaped base.

'In loving memory of Seoirse and Darina O'Fannaín. 

Died January 4, 2020. 

Beloved father and mother. 

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

And rains fall soft upon your fields.

Until we meet again.'

He opened the container with the soup, stirring it lightly with the plastic spoon. "It ain't your cheddar potato soup," he said, taking a bite of the soup. "Doesn't even have cheddar, but it was the best I could find…"

Fane sighed, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "You've missed a lot," he said quietly. "I graduated high school, missed you both at the ceremony… I'm starting college real soon. I got into the new Luxor University. We're doing an exchange program. I get to go to France soon."

He stopped talking for a moment, focusing on eating the potato soup. It was far from his dad's recipe, wasn't even that great. There was a fleeting moment where he wished he'd told Win about his favourite birthday meal. Win could have made something that tasted better. But then… he didn't want to bring Win down with him. He just wanted to be alone right now.

"Oh, you'll never guess who came back," Fane murmured, finishing the last of the subpar soup. "Win's back. He came to finish his school with me. He got into Luxor University too. I think he might be even more excited about going to France then I am. Bet you guys woulda loved to see him again…"

He trailed off as a soft sob wracked his frame. He opened the box of pancakes and bacon, letting a soft, watery laugh. "I couldn't find good boxty on short notice," he admitted, using the plastic fork to separate a bite of pancake. "But I have diner pancakes and bacon."

He took a bite of the pancake and shook his head slightly. "I should have told Win about the birthday meal tradition," he admitted, chewing on a piece of overcooked bacon. "He likes to cook. He'd probably have loved to learn all your recipes, both of yours. I wish he'd have gotten the chance…"

Fane swallowed, teeth digging into his lower lip. "According to Kenzie," he began, a watery smile on his face, "you both probably knew this already, but I love him. I'm in love with him. I just… don't think anything's going to happen. I think he sees me like family."

He shook his head slightly. "I know you both raised me not to be scared," Fane admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I am. I know Kenzie thinks I should tell him, but I'm scared. What if I do, and Win decides not to stay friends with me? That scares me more than anything… I can't… lose anyone else. I don't think I'm strong enough for that."

The tears started anew. Fane knew he was disappointing his parents with his cowardice. He had to be. They never wanted him to be afraid, least of all of his own feelings. But he was. He genuinely did not think he could handle it if he lost someone else. Losing his parents was hard enough. He couldn't lose Win or Kenzie or Sutton. He just couldn't take that.

"I made a new friend though," Fane told them, lower lip trembling slightly. "You'd like them, I think. They're called Sutton. They feel like a little sibling. I think they look at me as their brother too." He couldn't help the smile as he thought about the almost accidental meeting with Sutton, sent to find someone that Win texted thinking that Fane would be a better suited to talking to the younger student about virginity and sexuality. "Next year, I'm gonna take them to Pride with me. They're like me, and I think they coulda used someone like you guys…"

Fane sighed softly. "I miss you," he said softly, hunching in on himself as he started to cry steadily. "It's my birthday… I'm nineteen today, and I miss you today more than I've missed you in a while. I'm doing okay though, I think, just trying to keep on going, try to make you both proud.

"I'm going to school to get a teaching degree," he went on, just babbling at this point. "I want to be a music teacher and teach kids about music."

"I–" His words failed him as a soft sob escaped him. He curled in wholly on himself, just letting himself grieve. He hadn't cried like this since the night before graduation. It felt good.

He stayed there for god knew how long, crying. He was shaking when he felt a hand on his back. Turning his head, he saw a familiar head of blond hair and felt the other boy settle next to him, arm moving around Fane's shoulders. Fane didn't say anything, just leaned into Win's frame, and let the tears fall freely.

He felt warmth in his chest. He'd felt so alone earlier. It was nice to remember that he wasn't alone. He had family, even if he'd lost his parents. Fane turned slightly, rested his cheek on Win's shoulder. "Can you…" he trailed off, swallowing back more tears. "Can you make strawberry shortcake? Instead of regular cake?"

Win’s voice responded, softly in the quiet of the cemetery. "Yeah," the blond murmured, "of course, I’ll make strawberry shortcake."

[tinysutton]

Last Night on Earth || Sutton Bonavitz Self Para #002

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT

Two days back at Luxor was all it took for the magic of Disneyland to fade completely away, being replaced with the horrible darkness that seemed to be the only thing they knew in their life. Even the days spent at the amusement park were plagued with the darkness, simply masked by mouse ears and heat. Back alone in their quiet and private dorm room, the bleakness of their life they no longer wanted to live was all they knew. School had let out almost two months ago, yet not a single word from Mama or her assistant Lacey about coming home. It didn’t matter that Sutton knew Mama didn’t want them or Lucy around, she was still their guardian. It was still her responsibility to care for the twins. It was painful neglect for Mama to give them credit cards and expect them to fend for themselves at 16 years old. 

While at Disney, Sutton had gone on a bit of a shopping spree. Buying cute skirts and shirts, a few stuffed animals of their favourite characters to add to their small collection, even a pair of boots from the kids section that fit them. Now they stared at the bags in the common area through their open door, no longer feeling the joy they felt when they first bought them. Now they were simply weighed down by the idea of having to take all of the clothes down to the laundry room, wash them, bring them back up, fold them, and find places for them as well as the toys. With how many things they already had in their room, rearranging was bound to be needed. The idea of doing even one part of that made them dizzy. So their suitcases sat shut, sitting in the common area that they shared with nobody.

The trip to Disney--not that Sutton had an idea of what was going to happen--was a disappointment to say the least. Growing up, they had always thought that their twin would be beside them as they wandered around the park. For the most part, missing them had been a thought that simply lingered in the back of their mind, never being as much of a disturbance as it was on the trip. At every turn thought of Luke took over their every thought. While shopping for ears with Lav, they subconsciously found themself trying to pick out ears for their twin rather then for themself. While they wandered alone, they found themself turning to tell them to look at something amazing only to find the space beside them vacant. It was a habit Sutton had managed to break when they entered Lucifer’s life, practically stealing their twin away. By the time Sutton had been enrolled in the boarding school, they had accepted that Luke was no longer theirs. It was a strange feeling to feel themself looking for someone they knew was gone but unable to stop looking for them at every turn. Even as they boarded the plane to head back to New York, they still tried to find him at every turn. The feeling of being completely lost had swallowed them completely by the time they stepped off the plane at JFK. 

When it turned out Lucifer had been enrolled without warning, they were unsure of how to feel. Almost a year since they had seen each other last and the tension was still this as thick as ever. After the custody hearing a month or so ago, when they clung to each other for dear life, Sutton really believed things had changed. They hoped that when they went home for the summer, they could start to rebuild the bond they used to possess. Seeing them standing in their room, holding bags and a key to the dorm was not the reunion they had imagined. Following that initial conversation, Sutton had locked themself in their room, blasted a playlist of emotional music and cried.

A full day passed as Sutton hid in their room, door locked, music playing, not even moving from their bed, hearing Lucifer move all of his things into the dorm. Maybe they slept, maybe they stared into space, it wasn’t exactly clear. The entire time they brain never stopped working. With every thought that passed though their mind, they felt worse and worse. Every decision they ever made brought regret to mix in with the loneliness and darkness that surrounded them.

As the sun started setting the following night, Sutton had a new decision in their head. The thought alone was enough to bring them some comfort. No longer would they feel these awful emotions, live with these horrendous secrets. Nobody would miss them too much. Everyone would get over their death eventually. Hopefully it would be a quick and painless way to go.

The pills were in a small plastic baggie, stashed underneath their mattress. A few dozen pain killers they had got from various students around the school when they dislocated their shoulder a few weeks back. They had taken a few of them to knock back the pain, but most of them were far too strong, getting them far too high for their own liking.

Staring into the baggie at the tiny pills, their mind went straight to Leo. He had always been there for them when things got awful in the past. It never mattered if they were fighting or if they were broken up in the past. Setting the baggie on the nightstand, they picked up their phone, sending him a simple message.

Are you awake?

A few minutes ticked by slowly without any response. They sent him another text as tears began stinging their eyes. Even if he was sleeping, he would wake up to their texts.

I need you.

They stared at their phone, watching as the notification at the bottom of the message changed from delivered to read. Yet not text bubble popped up. Even as another minute went by and their phone went dark. Tapping the screen, they typed out another message.

I love you.

Instantly, the message went from delivered to read, telling Sutton that Leo had read their messages but didn’t care. Tears spilled down their cheeks as their phone dropped from their hand to the floor. They could barely see through their tears as their reached for the baggie of pills. Surprisingly their hands were steady as they opened the bag, dumping the handful of pills into their hand. Taking pills had always been a bit of a struggle for them. Still, they took the pills two at a time, taking a sip from their now very flat soda that had been sitting beside their gaming set up for days. Tears still rolled down their cheeks as they swallowed down the last of the pain killers. Taking the last drink from the can, they let it fall to the floor, shivering as they felt some of the pills stick in their throat.

Leaning against the side of their bed, they savoured the feeling of the pain starting to leave their body. Maybe this would be a pleasant experience after all. The song playing though their speakers abruptly cut out as their phone died. But the silence was welcome. The only sound coming from their fan whirling away in the corner. Absently, Sutton wondered if Lucy had gone to sleep. Thinking of their twin caused panic to start to rise in their chest. They didn’t want them to be the one to find them.

Feeling their heart pounding in their ears, they tried to rush to their feet but their movements were slow and lethargic. Their tiny body felt as if they were wearing a weighted suit under water. But they were still determined to get out of their room, to lie down some place else so Lucy wouldn’t be the one to find them. The door might as well have been ten miles away, seeming to get further away with each labored step that Sutton took. By the time they unlocked and got the door open their head was swimming in a way that was no longer comforting. Moments ago, before all of the pills had started to kick in, it was a fuzz feeling. Not unlike when they ate one of Fane’s special cookies at the bonfire. Now it felt like their head was packed with cotton and inside of a fish tank.

As they stumbled through the common area, the feelings got worse. Their stomach started to churn and their fingers were starting to go numb. It took some concentration to get the door to the hall open. But they did, leaning against the wall for a minute before stumbling down the hall. They stumbled over their feet as they walked, holding desperately to the wall as they tried to push past all of the effects of the pills as they tried to get away from their room. A few corners were turned and they climbed some stairs, terrified of the prospect of going down them.

No longer did they feel like they were in the school they called home. None of the surroundings looked familiar as the paint seemed to melt off the walls in thick globs. The shape of the hall warped and twisted, causing them to stumble and crash against a door, sliding down to the ground in defeat. Here would have to be far enough away from Luke. Somebody else be sure to find them.

With a weak groan, they slumped back against the door. The world swirled and swayed underneath them. They let out another groan, feeling their stomach churn, unable to fight the feel of vomit rising in their throat. They couldn’t even move as they started throwing up on themself. Panic started to stab through the numbness and haze as they felt themself starting to throw up again. Had they not taken enough pills? What would happen if they didn’t take enough? Slowly, the world began to grow dark around the edges as they faded out of consciousness. 

[therevralphbirk]

Ralph Birk Task 002 - Meet the Birks

// answering ooc...

What would your family’s Latin motto or House words be? 

Family is Hope, Protect it Always. Stolen but fitting nonetheless.

Where is your family originally from?

The San Francisco Bay area, for Ralph and his Ex-wife, Dinah. His children were born in various parts of California or out of state.

What fictional family is your family’s counterpart? 

Honestly, maybe The Proud Family?

Your character’s favorite family member, and why.

Ralph is NOT going to pick a favorite child omg that is a sure fire way of getting in trouble. He loves all his children equally of course BUT definitely, definitely spoils his daughters. Especially Mae, the youngest. They are both Daddy’s girls at heart. He’d put all of his sons in a headlock for different reasons. It’s out of love.

Is there a black sheep in the family?

His eldest, Sutton (who to be fair is in a metal band) probably thinks he’s the black sheep but in reality it might be one of the “twins” Grace or John. Grace, is such a free spirit, very much like her mother (maybe too much) which is why they’re always bumping heads. This is also why Grace is easily frustrated with searching for some kind of purpose or greater calling. John on the other hand is literally just a normal dude. He’s not cool like Grace or edgy like Sutton or particularly smooth like their youngest brother Eli or as enthusiastic and charming as Mae. He and Grace are the same age but John often feels like the middle child through and through despite his talents that Ralph tries to remind him of.

Most memorable family vacation?

One year, when his kids were young (ages infant to 10-years-old) Ralph rented an RV and they made the trip down to see the kids’ grandparents. It is, genuinely, one of the happiest memories Ralph has, even if he and his parents don’t speak anymore. It was nice to see his parents interact with his children before things got awful. It’s a reminder for Ralph that his parent’s are people. He wishes he had more good memories like that with them.

Describe your family in one word.

(His) Everything.

If you family were on a desert island and survival was of the essence, who would be the most helpful? Who is getting sacrificed?

Ok. This is how that would go down: Dinah would immediately be designated to call the shots; Ralph would handle shelter, food, and damage control; Sutton and Eli would work on finding service somewhere but otherwise would be on the table for being sacrificed because they’re divas; Grace and John would work on collecting supplies; and Mae would cheer everyone on. She’d want to help Grace and John or Sutton and Eli but they won’t let her because she’s baby so she’d stick with Dad at the camp helping cook and pouting about it.

//So you know!! All of the beans with, of course, the exception of the dogs (lol) are open!! That said, some of the information below/above is/can be subject to change if anyone is interested in playing one of Ralph’s family members! Fc's, personality, etc... I'm open to any and everything and, honestly, would love to see them on the dash. 

Ralph Birk, 53, The Money Dispenser

Honestly, your typical dad. Maybe is a bit of a push over with his kids (you know, if mom says no they go to him kind of thing). But I don’t need to talk about Ralph, y’all know him already.

Dinah Leon, 51, The Boss

Can strike the fear of god into you one moment then melt you with the sheer warmth of her smile the next. Neither she nor Ralph is straight but they are the most compatible co-parents you will ever come across. Think... Annalise Keating from How to Get Away with Murder or Vivian Banks from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. The love is strong with this one. She’s currently backpacking Europe.

Sutton Birk-Leon, 28, The Artist

Lead of an experimental Metal-Rap band, Sutton is actually doing pretty well for himself in the music scene. He is not nearly as tough as hardcore as he puts on. As a matter of fact he’s a bit emotional, but lay a hair on any one of his siblings and there will be actual hell to pay. Even though he and Ralph go back and forth he has a good relationship with his father. They bond over music. Maybe he’s not the smartest bulb but he means well.

Grace Birk-Leon, 25, The Wild Child

Catch Grace on roller skates or pulling John into a impromptu dance sess in the living room or climbing over a fence that clearly reads ‘PRIVATE PROPERTY DO NOT ENTER.’ They use she/her or they/them pronouns and is just about the hardest person to pin down. The thought of labels gives Grace hives. When Grace loves, she loves. And don’t even get me started on when Grace dances. Grace and her mother butt heads but it’s only because Dinah knows Grace could do so many amazing things if she could just focus. Sutton thinks he’s the boss of the kids, but it’s always been Grace.

John Birk-Leon, 25, The Peace Keeper

Quiet, bookish, John will give you the jacket off of his own back if you offhandedly mention your cold. He’s a little shy, but a great listener, much like his father. Soft spoken and kind, John’s stillness is really the only thing that can ever truly balance out how restless Grace can be sometimes. He’s really brilliant, just doesn’t see it sometimes. After Mae, John is baby and must be protected.

Elijah “E” Birk-Leon, 23

E gives off the energy of this entire video. Oh my god, he’s a smooth talker. Definitely a flirt. Definitely gets into too much trouble... But he has an energy to him that endears him to anyone he meets. Personable, charming, warm... He’s a good kid at heart. Think Will from Fresh Prince, Drake from Drake and Josh, or Zack from Saved by the Bell. A pretty gifted singer like most of the other kids but NO! NO NO NO STICK TO THE STUFF YOU KNOW. HE CAN’T PLAY BASKETBALL AND SING DAD, GOD.

Mae Birk-Leon, 18-20ish, The Baby

The kindest, most enthusiastic person you’ll ever meet. Mae’s a little spit fire and you’d be hard pressed not to fall in love with her. She’s currently a student but undecided about what to major in. There’s just so many choices, you know? If she could she’d major in all of them she would! It’s cannon that she’s the person running across the courts in the Tommy Trojan mascot costume at USC games. And she loves every kitschy, sweaty moment of it. Think Number 3 from Codename: Kids Next Door or Bubbles from Power Puff Girls.

[laurelgavaris]

TASK #002 ► Muse Inspirations {there's a little bit of something me in everything you​}

Beth Childs (Orphan Black) Vanessa Sanchez (The Beauty and The Baker) Sutton Brady (The Bold Type) Celine (Before Sunrise) Fallon Carrington (Dynasty)

1. what is your character’s favorite movie and why?

Something Borrowed is her favorite movie, is the one she goes to when she just needs to disconnect from the world and have some fun while watching something she’d avoid at all costs in her life. If not that, then How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

2. what about tv shows? are there any that your character could binge watch more than once?

Laurel definitely had her F.R.I.E.N.D.S phase, but prior to that she was more into telenovelas. And I’d say that she adores Dynasty, the telenovela and the tv series. She’d definitely binge watch Gilmore Girls or The Americans, and she probably does that already.

3. out of all the characters in entertainment, is there anyone your character relates the most to? why?

Again, Fallon Carrington, even if some things that Fallon does would be actions Laurel would never try, they are so alike. So, sometimes Laurel sees herself in that role (the issues with her father, trying to build her own legacy, trying to keep in mind that she’s talented and worth being loved)

4. if your character could see themselves in an alternative universe within a movie/tv show, which one would it be? 

Laurel’s had had a good share of adventure in her own life to try a different one. 

[temilyrights]

The Bold Type Kadena Jack Sloane

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: The Bold Type

Favourite character: Sutton Brady

Least Favourite character: Ryan

5 Favourite ships (canon or non-canon): Sutton/Hunter, Kadena, Jacqueline/Jane (guilty pleasure). Can I add none romantic? Cause then Kat/Sutton/Jane and also Sutton/Oliver.

Character I find most attractive: Jacqueline

Character I would marry: Jacqueline

Character I would be best friends with: Sutton and Kat

a random thought: totally underrated show!! deserve’s so much more love<3 Also Andrew and Sage deserve more screen time!

An unpopular opinion: Idk if it’s unpopular but Ryan needs to GO. FOREVER. 

My Canon OTP: Sutton/Hunter

My Non-canon OTP: Jacqueline/Jane

Most Badass Character: All of them??

Most Epic Villain: I don’t think there is one tbh

Pairing I am not a fan of: Ryan/Jane

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Hmm... I don’t know. I don’t think they have (yet).

Favourite Friendship: Kat/Sutton/Jane

Character I most identify with: Jane?

Character I wish I could be: Sutton or Kat

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you: Kadena

When I started shipping them: The cute scene when they were packing sex toys together.

My thoughts: Cute as hell and I enjoy their friendship outside the romance.  

What makes me happy about them: They way they love each other and how they both fight to make the world a better place. Also, the airport scene and their first kiss scene cause it was beautiful.

What makes me sad about them: The tension between them in season 4. Also not a fan of the back and forth between dating and not. 

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I’ve never read a Kadena fic.

Things I look for in fanfic: ...

My wishlist: I love them but I also enjoy their friendship and I hope they continue working together as friends. I’m not necessarily hoping they get back together romantically. 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: There’s no one else in the picture for either of them but I’d be fine with them getting with other people.

My happily ever after for them: Them continuing to fight the world together <3 

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you: Jack Sloane

How I feel about this character: She deserves the whole world. She’s a literal ray of sunshine despite all the trauma she’s faced in her life. Total badass angel and I love her. 

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: None. I appreciate Slibbs but I don’t really ship it. I feel I could definitely ship her with Hollis if she were to return. Ok and also low-key (don’t hate me for this) but some of her’s and Abby’s scenes...Just sayin’ there was an energy. 

My favourite non-romantic relationship for this character: Her and Gibbs. I like their friendship I just don’t ship them. Same with her and Vance. Also would love more scenes with her and Ellie cause I enjoy them together.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Okay call out on the NCIS fandom but y’all know she’s her own person and not only around to be Gibbs’ romantic interest, right? Cause a lot of the time it feels you only care for her because of Gibbs. Also, I wish they’d have her interact with more characters outside of Gibbs and Vance more. 

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I hope we get some Faith/Jack/Baby scenes because my heart requires them. I want more Jack going into the field!! And more Jack & guns! I’d love to see a sneak into her life outside the office (Also I’d love to make her canonically into women but y’know...that’s never gonna happen:/)

Favorite friendship for this character: EH. Jack and Vance? 

My crossover ship: Hmm...Jack Sloane and Helen Sharpe from new Amsterdam. POWER COUPLE. Would be cute as hell. Or with Alex Blake from Criminal Minds. Or Teddy Altman from Grey’s Anatomy. :)

[smoakqueenz]

2 000 followers Hey everyone, 2 002 persons decided to hit the 'follow button'. WOW WOW I am currently amazed, and my heart is so full of lot of emotions. I created this tumblr 7 years ago, damn I feel so old, and never in my mind I thought that people would love to follow my tumblr, even less 2k persons. Thank you so much for appreciate my blog and what I post. Thank you for liking, reblogging, messaging, thank you for everything. So for celebrating my 2k followers and 2019 here my follow forever. a-c : @alexiablackbriar13 @bifelicitys @carswells​ d-f : @dianaclairmonts @dianasmatthews @doe-eyed-girly-evil @dust2dust34 @ebett @emily-bett @felicitysmoakq g-j : @jonhdiggle k-m : @kagohme @killians @miones @mogirl97 @muslimsmoak  n-r: @oilversqueen @oliverxfelicity (aka @smoacs) @robertssvgden​ s-v: @segsibongsoon @smkkbert @smoakmonster @supersillyanddorky06  @suttons-brady @turtlejustice w-z: @whoeveryoulovethemost + more official blogs that I always look at @olicitygifs @olivergifs @oliverxfelicity @felicitysmoakgifs @arrowdaily @fyeahebr (totally self-promotion for the last one lol) Special thanks to Sara and Natalie. Sara, you made me believe in online friends, my 1st real friend, my best friend, always supportive, always reblogging my work, I love you to Saturn and back meu amor. You are amazing. Natalie, speaking to you after every Arrow episodes is one of the best moments of my weeks. I love being excited about Olicity with you, I love how we try to reassure each other about all those crazy theories. Thank you for those moments.

[fatesluck]

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phone meme.

001   /   what was my muses last sent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms: please teach me how to do a splitOLIVER, sms: imagine just dropping into that shit?OLIVER, sms: like BOP smack onto the ground fucking SPLIT OLIVER, sms: anyway what’s up

002   /   what was my muses last unsent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms, unsent: i’m sorry our first date sucked and nothing ever came out of it i keep thinking about it and idk i just…idk u know what i’m sending this 

003   /   what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

[insert a picture of Oliver with Ryder’s burnt bike]

004   /   what my muse saved your number as?

Dancing Queen Sutton.

005   /   what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

006   /    what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

Dancing Queen by ABBA.

007   /   how many times my muse has called your this week?

Twice.

008   /   how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

None. He would never omfg.