#taylor williams basic information

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

Basic Information: DC OC's

Hello everything, so here is all the basic information about my DC OC's Ashlea, Lydia, Rebecca (Bex), and Taylor. This does mention relationships so spoilers there as well as spoilers when I mention different events in their life!

I also just want to say as I am white, my characters are as well, if you wish you make them not, that is up to you. Just don't get mad whenever I describe this as white. But most of my characters have skin similar to my own, white as hell during the fall and winter months but during the spring and summer months with the sun, is more tan.

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Character 1

Name: Ashlea Elisabeth Moore

Nickname(s): Ash (by everyone)

Birthday (Zodiac): April 22nd, 1985 (Taurus)

Where she was born: Unspecified small town in the South (military kid)

Parent(s): Elizabeth Moore (mother) and Michael Moore (father)

Sibling(s) (born): Dorian Moore (1979), Avery Moore (1982), Ryleigh Moore (1988), Ariayl Moore (1992), and Jesika Moore (1995)

Partner(s): Clark Kent, Jacob Brown, and Thomas Way

Children: Jonathan “Jon” Michael Kent (son), Taylor “Tay” Martha Kent (daughter)

Job: Photographer, Journalist, and New Anchor

Physical Description:

Hair: curly dark brown Eyes: dark blue Height: 175.514 cm (5’9.1) Scar(s): one by the bottom of her shoulder/top of her chest from a bullet Glasses Favorite colors: dark violet (#4a169b), violet (#6100ff), and dark pink (#b2137d)

Events in Life:

Started her Journalism career at 14 by joining the school paper Editor of her HS paper in her Junior and Senior years Went to Mizzou for college (AN: this is actually where I'm going lol) Got an Internship as a writer at the Daily Planet: 20 Got a job as a reporter and then demoted when a new editor-in-chief: 23 Got rehired as a reporter when LuthorCorp/LexCorp bought it: 25

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Character 2

Name: Lydia Taylor Swan

Nicknames(s): Lyds (by everyone)

Birthday (Zodiac): May 20th, 1979 (Taurus)

Where she was born: Gotham City

Parent(s): Elsa Swann (mother) and Sebastian Swan (father)

Sibling(s) (born): Sebastian Ryan Swan (1981), Elsa Elizabeth Swan (1984), and Alexander Beck Swan (1989)

Partner(s): Bruce Thomas Wayne, Oliver Queen, Jeremiah Wood

Children: Richard "Dick" John Grayson (ward/adopted son), Jason Peter Todd (adopted son), Timothy "Tim" Jackson Drake (adopted son), Damian Al Ghul Wayne (step-son/adopted), Cassandra "Cass(ie)"Cain (adopted daughter), Duke Thomas (ward), and Elisa Mary Wayne (daughter)

Job: CEO of Swan Industries

Physical Description:

Hair: light brown/dark blonde Eyes: dark green Height: 178.9684 cm (5’10.46) Scars: one on her side from a bullet Favorite colors: dark grey-cyan/lime green (#62957b), dark brown orange (#af3d16), and dark blue (#1688af)

Events in Life:

Bruce's parents were killed: 4 Was sent to Excelsior Academy: 8 Joined the Theatre program: 13 Parents were killed: 16 (summer of 1995) Transferred to Gotham Academy: 16 (Junior year) Began dating Bruce: 18 Took Dick in/his parents died: 20 Took Jason in: 26 Broke up with Bruce: 27 Jason died: 28

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Character 3

Name: Rebecca Dylan Pixie Evans

Story Name: The Evans Girls

Nicknames: Bex (by everyone), Star (by Damian W.)

Vigilante/hero name: Hummingbird

Other Identity(ies): Kristen Hayden

Birthday (Zodiac): January 13th, 2005 (Capricorn)

Where she was born: Blüdhaven

Parent(s): Rebecca Evans (mother) and Jonathan Wier (father)

Partner(s): Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Joey Ventiligo, and Steven Wheeler

Physical Description:

Hair: wavy black Eyes: hazel Height: 177.8762 cm (5’10.03) Scars: several on her torso and upper legs Glasses Freckles Tattoos: a few around her body (all able to be easy covered up with clothes/makeup) Favorite colors: dark blue (#011c77), dark lime green (#6b9636), and dark desaturated red (#913f46)

Events in Life: She has so much more but I'm stopping at the end of the High School career

Her mom moves them to "downtown" Gotham: 1 Her parents officially broke up: 6 She met Frank and began to view him as some sort of father: 7 She met Jason and began to view him as some sort of father: 10 Got accepted into Gotham Academy under scholarship (but was still too expensive for her mom to pay so insert the Gilmore Girls part of Friday dinners) Met Damian Wayne and London Giles, starting some sort of academic feud with them (worse with Damian) Gets partnered with Damian for a History assignment that will take the rest of the year Becomes friends with Damian, eventually getting feelings for him: 15 (Sophomore year) Figures out about him being Robin/everyone else Starts dating Damian Selina brings her on as her sidekick (Hummingbird...yes a bird name) after something happened: 16 (Sophomore year) Incident happens leading to Bane breaking her back (sent by her father) Damian breaks up with her She starts dating Steven Wheeler Gets a chip in her back to help her walk: 17 (Junior year) Breaks up with Steven Gets back with Damian Her mom and dad get married (after numerous threats from him): 17 (Senior year) Her mom gets killed (18 Senior year)

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Character 4

Name: Taylor Marie Williams

Nicknames: Tay (by everyone)

Birthday (Zodiac): October 14th, 1992 (Libra)

Where she was born: Cookeville, Tennessee

Parent(s): Gwendolyn Williams (mother) and Peter Williams (father)

Partner: Jason Peter Todd

Job(s): PR Manager for Wayne Enterprises, Librarian assistant, and waitress

Physical Description:

Hair: black hair Eyes: blue and green heterochromia eyes (like Awsten Knight from Waterparks) Height: 176.4284 cm (5’9.46) Favorite colors: almost black pink (#270413), desaturated green (#4b6138), & almost black cyan (#042527)

Events in Life:

Not much truly but: Went to college and got an English degree: 18-22 Moved to Gotham with a college friend after graduation: 22 Worked at a library near downtown: 22-25 Met Jason Todd: 23 Got in a relationship with him after becoming a PR manager at WE: 24

[fictionadventurer]

Because @maltheniel has enabled me, I'm going to tell you about William Henry Seward.

If you had the American history education that I had, you might have heard of a thing called Seward's Folly--also known as Alaska. Seward was the Secretary of State who was mocked for buying America territory in what appeared to be a barren wasteland, until he was vindicated by the discovery of oil and gold and a jillion other useful natural resources. If you had the education that I had, this is the only thing you heard about him, but the more I look into the Civil War, the more baffling this is, because this guy is everywhere in the political scene of the time.

Seward was an extremely vocal anti-slavery Whig from New York. He started as a US Senator in 1849, and he became part of President Zachary Taylor's inner circle, influencing him to support measures to keep slavery out of the new territories. After Taylor died, the question of slavery in the territories dominated politics for the next decade, with the conflict getting more heated and the positions getting more polarized. The Whig Party fell apart because of disagreements over the issue; Seward held on for as long as he could, but eventually joined the newly-forming Republican Party, and became well-known for his eloquent speeches against slavery.

When it came time to choose the Republican nominee for the 1860 presidential election, Seward was by far the top candidate. All but a shoe-in. Unfortunately, some of his anti-slavery speeches were a bit too eloquent, and gave him a reputation for being much more radically anti-slavery than he was. A significant portion of the party doubted he could win a nationwide election when slavery was such a divisive issue. This gave Lincoln's team a chance to pitch him as a less-radical option, which allowed him to come from behind and win the nomination.

Seward was extremely gracious about the loss, immediately publishing letters announcing his full support of Lincoln as candidate, and putting his own campaign manager to work getting Lincoln elected. Privately, though, he was seething. He had been in politics for decades, helped to build the party, and then lost his chance at the presidency to a guy who'd been working as a backwoods lawyer for the last twelve years.

But he knew his politics, and knew it was better to support the party's candidate than to oppose him. Lincoln offered Seward the prime Cabinet position of Secretary of State--he was qualified for it and deserved it--and Seward accepted. Seward hoped that he'd be able to help select the other Cabinet members, so he could pick people from his own faction who he'd work well with. Then he, with his extensive connections and political experience, could be the real head of the administration, with Lincoln as a compliant figurehead.

Lincoln was having none of it. He listened to Seward's suggestions, but he'd basically already chosen the people he wanted for his Cabinet, across all factions of the party. While he made use of Seward's expertise and trusted him as Secretary of State, he was going to be head of his own administration and be the one making all the final decisions. After a rocky start, Seward came to recognize that Lincoln had a shrewd mind and good judgement, and he became Lincoln's loyal supporter and a good friend.

But there was a persistent idea that Seward was the real power behind the throne, sparked partly by the prominent role he took in Washington between the election and the inauguration. States started seceding almost as soon aa Lincoln was elected, and Seward was the one who had to hold things together in Washington while Lincoln was tying things up in Illinois. He was getting reports from informants, watching out for Southern spies, and keeping Lincoln abreast of what was going on. He gave a stirring speech to Congress urging the Southern states to keep the Union together, offering all sorts of concessions to mollify them, such as amendments preventing the federal government from interfering with slavery. It was a highly controversial speech, and his wife, Frances, raked him over the coals for it. She understood, earlier than almost anybody, that this crisis would turn into a long war about slavery, and that they couldn't afford to bend on that issue, even to keep the Union together. (Lincoln privately approved of several measures Seward talked about, but publicly said little, preferring to see the public's response to Seward before taking official positions.)

Seward was a little bit like a Civil War version of Evil Chancellor Traytor. Under both Lincoln and Johnson, rumors persisted that Seward was the shadowy figure who was really in charge, secretly manipulating the president into making unpopular decisions, even though most of the time, Seward had nothing to do those decisions, and often disagreed at least partially with what the president chose to do.

Best example of the effects of this misconception is the time Seward came under attack during the middle of the war. The war was going badly, and since people couldn't directly attack the president, they started going after Seward. Chase, the Treasury Secretary, told some members of Congress that Seward was the reason the Cabinet couldn't get along, and that he was always trying to take control. These senators wanted to meet with the president and force him to get rid of Seward. When Seward heard about this, he gave Lincoln his letter of resignation, not wanting to cause problems for the administration. Lincoln responded by allowing the senators to join in a Sewardless Cabinet meeting. When confronted with both the senators and the Cabinet, Chase was forced to admit that his stories had been exaggerated, and the other Cabinet members rallied to Seward's defense, resenting Congress' meddling. Lincoln refused to accept Seward's resignation, and Seward returned to the Cabinet, having been saved by Lincoln's political acumen.

I'm going to skip ahead so I can tell you the craziest part of the story. Four days before the Civil War officially ended, Seward got into a carriage accident that left him bedridden with a broken jaw and a bunch of other injuries. When told of Lee's surrender on April 9th, Seward said (through a broken jaw, after barely surviving a painful accident), "For the first time in my life, you've made me cry." (Which is both touching and an incredibly badass claim, given what he's just suffered.)

Five days later, John Wilkes Booth shot the president at Ford's Theater. Everyone knows (or should know) that part of the story. What I didn't know was that his conspiracy also called for Seward's assassination. Booth knew his Shakespeare and didn't want to leave Seward alive as a Marc Antony to eulogize the dead tyrant. (He also wanted to kill Andrew Johnson, but that assassin chickened out, and it's not really important to this story).

While Booth was at the theater, his co-conspirator went to Seward's house under the pretense of delivering medication. When Seward's son wouldn't let him go upstairs, the assassin tried to shoot him and broke his skull with the gun. The assassin then made his way to Seward's bedroom--where, I need you to remember, Seward was still bed-ridden--and stabbed him five times in the face and neck. Like, sliced away flaps of flesh. The only reason Seward didn't die was because the splint for his broken jaw deflected the blade away from his jugular vein. And because his other son and bodyguard made it into the room and forced the assassin to flee.

Chalk this one up in the "Parts of American History I'm Furious No One Told Me About" column.

While Seward was recovering, they hid the president's death from him, thinking he wouldn't survive the shock. But he figured it out three days later when he saw the flags at half-staff through his bedroom window, and realized that if Lincoln were alive, he'd have been the first to come see Seward after the attack.

Of course, Seward survived (badly scarred) and went on to buy Alaska. Which is an interesting story. But not half so interesting as all the stuff that came before it.

[chano4kauwu]

Maybe drop some oc lore? Like what they're like, interests, that kind of stuff? :0

Thank you for such a question/request! I am pleased to hear that someone is asking me about my OC :") I will try not to stretch this post by millions of letters. I have nothing to say anything definite about the characters, because all the action takes place in a world like ours. In America. About the characters, I will tell you a basic little information about each : ") I have 19 of my characters.

Here I showed their physique and height. Plus I only needed the base colors of each character.

I'll start with the main three characters that I most often draw:

Fritz Hagen. He is 22 years old. He's German. He's a biology teacher at school. He is not a serious person at all, he constantly jokes stupidly and tries in every possible way to make amends to his ex-boyfriend, with whom they met - with Ron. He killed his parents as a teenager, so Ron has been afraid of him ever since, that he might kill him too. Fritz and Ron broke up two years ago. And Fritz can't let go of their breakup in any way, wanting to meet Ron again.

Ron Williams. He's English. He is 25 years old and works as a chemistry teacher at the same school as Fritz. Ron is a terribly hot-tempered, dissatisfied person. He is well able to pretend to be an intelligent, well-mannered person - but in fact he swears most of all. He tries to avoid Fritz. But Fritz comes to him without asking. Deep down, Ron still loves Fritz and worries about him. In this world, the main role is played by the pupils in the eyes. His pupils are the same in his eyes, so he is gifted in the exact sciences, he has an excellent memory, logic, thinking. He had already had some knowledge of chemistry since he was 4 years old. He is also an albino.

3. Ben Summers. He is an American and he is 17 years old. He goes to school with Ron and Fritz. They are his teachers. Ben was born with his Siamese twin brother. His brother died at the age of 5. He got a small and unhealthy heart, which could not stand it and stopped. Ben has been suffering from amnesia related to his parents since childhood. All his childhood he could not remember either their names or their faces. He was often scared of them because he saw them "for the first time". His mother died of an illness and his father crashed in an accident. He still doesn't know about it. His parents died when Ben was 10. He lived for some time with Fritz's family, who sheltered him. Ben also happened to witness the murder. Fritz knows Ben saw it, but he threatened him - if anyone finds out about it, Ben will face the same fate. He has been friends with Ron and Fritz since he was born.

Ben (right) and his brother Al (left) 4. Claire Taylor. He is 27 years old. American. He works as a physics teacher at school with Ron and Fritz. He was called by a female name because the family was expecting a girl, but a boy was born. His mother bought a lot of things for the girl, and until the age of 7 he went in dresses, played with dolls, addressed himself in the feminine. He is a very touchy person. Manipulator and he is very jealous. He is also an owner. He dated Ron for a while. Until he found out that Ron was also dating Fritz at the same time, whom he hated. He hates his younger sister Margo more than anyone else in the world. Claire is the heaviest, nasty-looking person. nobody wants to have anything to do with him. Some are even afraid of him. There is also a pendant hanging around his neck. It's a gift from his girlfriend who died in a plane crash. She was the only one who could see a good person in him.

Ron, Claire and Fritz/Claire and Edith are stuck together in an elevator.

5. Margo Taylor. She is 17 years old. American. She's a classmate with Ben. She is most afraid of her brother Clare. Especially at home. At school, she is the most beautiful girl, she wins many competitions wherever she participates due to her appearance. But in fact, she is a quiet, not noisy girl who only plays a role in public. She understands that many friends will turn away from her if she shows herself real.

6. Edith de Fleur. 29 years old. A Frenchwoman. She is a French teacher at the school where Fritz, Ron and Claire work. She was most unlucky with relationships. Men do not look at her, considering her boring and not very interesting. She is a quiet, modest girl who has a personal home library. Her twin sister was married twice and she had many partners. She is madly in love with Ron and shows it to him in every possible way. But he doesn't seem to see it. At the same time, she does not notice the courtship from Claire, who already loves her, but she does not notice him already. Also, Edith's whole body is covered with many different freckles. Especially a lot of them on the face, shoulders, hips.

7. Rick Evaco. 27 years old. Brazilian. He was born in the favelas of Brazil and lived for a long time in the poorest family. He is the oldest child. There are three children in their family. His father became very good friends with one of the influential people on the black market. He earned enough money so that Rick could leave Brazil and move to a prestigious place. He moved to Spain, where he was able to pass the exam and go to college. There he was able to show himself, his knowledge. Rick turned out to be not the stupidest, on the contrary - one of the smartest students. During the summer holidays, he visited America and became friends with Ron and Fritz, who helped Rick a little with money. Now he is a successful businessman who has two companies in Spain, one in Brazil and one in America.

Rick with his sister. 8. Ines Sarto. 25 years old. Italian. A sweet, calm, quiet girl. She was in the same class as Ron at school while she was living in America. In Italy, she met Leah in a cafe. At that moment she was working as a waitress. Now Ines is engaged to Leah after a long relationship. Inez still communicates with Ron on the Internet. She often uses a translator, since she began to forget English.

Ines and Leah 9. Leah Gentile. 26 years old. Italian. She was born in a large family. She is the second oldest child. There are 7 children in her family. Leah's parents are terribly religious people. She ran away from her family at 17 and stopped communicating with them at 20 when she said she was dating a girl. She smokes a lot, is a rude and tough girl. She protects Ines and worries a lot about her if she goes somewhere alone. She often swears and does not behave culturally in society. But not in front of Ines.

10. Engel Weber. He is 26 years old. German. He is rude, not polite, harsh and uncomfortable person. For a long time he was close friends with Fritz. They were friends until Fritz pushed Engel's sister into a pit with iron bayonets. When Engel found out that Fritz had killed his sister, he swore revenge on him. But by the time he realized, Fritz had moved to America. Due to the loss of a loved one, Engel stopped caring for himself, he gained weight, he has mental and not only health problems. His hair was dyed gray with white tips. The only goal left was to take revenge on Fritz for what he had done.

11. Josh Carter. 30 years old. American. He works as a teacher of several foreign languages at the same school as Fritz, Ron, Claire and Edith. He's a terribly deceitful, cunning man. He is never interested in the affairs of another person. If he asks something like that, it means he needs something. He was in three relationships, and only the last girl was able to injure him. There's a burn on his left side of his body. His ex-girlfriend threw a kettle of boiling water at him in the hope of killing him. But it didn't work out. He realized that all girls are fools and he remains single. The only one who really matters to him is his friend Henry.

Josh and Henry 12. Henry Gate. 30 years old. American. He works as a psychologist at the school where Fritz, Ron, Claire, Edith and Josh work. He is a terribly sentimental, empathic person with weak nerves. For a psychologist, he takes everything too close to his heart. He often tries to help everyone to his own detriment. The only person who is particularly important to him is Josh. It is still a mystery to everyone how they were able to make friends. He is terribly fond of collecting books and drawing. Especially landscapes.

13.Ed Ryder. 17 years old. American. He's a classmate with Ben and Margot. Ed lives with one father, his mother left them when Ed was 9 years old. My father's salary is not enough for normal living, and sometimes not enough for normal food. Ed is endowed with a slightly feminine physique and appearance. Therefore, he followed in his mother's footsteps and went to earn money through prostitution. So he was finally able to provide for himself on his own. Despite his position, he remains optimistic and often jokes. Especially on sexual topics.

14.Amintas Exarchidis. 31 years old. Greek. He works as Rick's bodyguard. They became good friends, despite the closed and not verbose nature of Amintas. Aminats has three younger sisters and one older brother, who provided great support in his youth. He, like Rick, lived in a poor, not rich family, so they quickly found a common language. Despite the numerous scars that are on his body, he still tries to resolve any conflicts peacefully.

[changqwi]

here’s quick blurbs  ,  under cut because long  :  

shanjie zhao  --  captain of TF-ZETA  ,  people call him a born soldier  ;  strong and dutiful ,  knows only the military for the most part . . . his team’s ride or die  ,  will sacrifice his own life for theirs

haruka yamazaki  --  former TF-ZETA  ,  private military contractor  ,  quit after loss of partner in the field  ;  despite being discharged  ,  would come back at a drop of a pin if shanjie asks him to  .  currently residing in usa where his current employers are  .

yuze lai  --  former TF-ZETA  ,  resides near the base  ,  a former delinquent that got too much to handle so was forced into the military by his parents  ;  currently working as a mechanic  ,  would come back in a heartbeat for his former teammates and shanjie

alessandra smythson  --  former us navy  ,  voluntarily joined TF-ZETA  ,  isn’t a troublesome character  ,  gets along with people just fine  ,  wanted a change of scenery  .  a skilled combatant in the field  ,  a force to be reckoned with  .

mariana ortega  --  foul-mouthed  ,  fiery  ,  brash . . . all the qualities unbefitting of a sniper  ,  but it didn’t stop her from being a damn good one  .  clashing with many  ,  she no longer fit in with her team and was transferred over to TF-ZETA because it would have been a waste of her skills to discharge her  .

eileen oliviera  --  field doctor  ,  joined because it was an open position  ;  has a constant headache over how much these idiots gets hurt and never heeds her words  .  a strong woman who’s not afraid to fight for her patients and fight her patients . . .

sofiya ivanof  --  former SOF  ,  transferred to TF-ZETA as a surveillance effort . . . she’s just meant to keep an eye on what is happening and report it back home to see if TF-ZETA and it’s affiliates are a threat to russia  .

seojun kang  --  former roksf  ( aka black beret  )  ,  just like his codename  ,  he was basically a hard to handle soldier that would disobey given orders . . . being a talented soldier  ,  not wanting to discharge him because he could be useful  ,  he was pawned off to TF-ZETA

eleanor jones  --  sas member  ,  was intimately a part of the member selection for the tea party  .  the codenames were not her doing  ,  she just selected people she felt suited her vision of the team  .  disapproves of tf-zeta  ,  not because of the team but because of the child that leads it . . . he’s too young to be where he is . . . 

holden davies  --  sas member  ,  eleanor’s right hand  ,  often called DEN by many  ;  a stern  ,  cigarette-loving man . . . knows his way around gun and knife  ,  has been in the sas much longer than eleanor but doesn’t see himself fit to lead  .  had been offered leadership to the tea party but declined  .

sara garcia  --  goe xix  (  spanish spec ops  )  ,  a trained eye  ,  she’s the sniper of the team  ;  she looks young but she has a steady hand  ,  a steady heart and an even steadier shot . . . not to be trifled with when it comes to firearms  ,  she’s not just good with a rifle  .  knows her guns very well  .

paola vescio  --  italian special forces  ,  was on the verge of retirement when she was invited to the tea party by holden and eleanor  .  deciding to put off her retirement  ,  she joins the team as their explosives expert  ,  she sure enjoys her booms . . . a smoking and drinking buddy for holden  .

damian taylor  --  us seal  ,  sent on behalf of the states  ;  sees joining the tea party as training  ,  bright and fresh-eyed  ,  a rookie amongst the big leaguers  .  kinda out of place  ,  but he does his best to keep up  .

maverick williams  --  former junior of eileen  ,  has briefly worked with the woman  ;  joined the team because there was nowhere else to go . . . the hospital is too confining and he was never great with desk jobs  .

desiree laurent  --  former french dgse  (  the french counterpart to the mi6 and cia  )  ,  joined the tea party at holden’s invite  ,  finds it more exciting than the group back home  ;  is the team’s information gatherer  ,  she’s the person who has all the contacts and know-all . . . she’s the person they turn to when it comes to planning  ,  finding things  ,  etc  .

[twofacedtrickery]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

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BASICS

FULL LEGAL NAME: Daina Fischer, though subject to change relatively soon, formerly many things, originally Emery Lavinia Jonaitis

NICKNAME(S): Lasho Femi, Angel (if you're its partner, otherwise it'll probably flay you, honestly), a few less kind ones that it's only half aware of

DATE OF BIRTH: 13 August, 1874

GENDER: Probably something, but it's never tried to find the language for it

PLACE OF BIRTH: Cleveland, Ohio, as far as the body's concerned, its present self was technically born in Antarctica, and it's wavering back and forth on a third coming, but is resisting it strongly

CURRENTLY LIVING: It's been moving around a fair bit, and doesn't exactly consider any one place its home, so to speak, no matter how often it's there

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Lithuanian, Lithuanian Rromani

EDUCATION: PhD in Pharmacology from Cornell University, though what its current records say is another story

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PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR COLOUR(S): Black refracting greenish when the light hits it

EYE COLOUR(S): Brown

HEIGHT: 6′5″/195 cm at full height, though its posture has suffered

WEIGHT: 170 lbs/77 kg

FACECLAIM(S): None

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FAMILY INFORMATION

PARENT/GUARDIAN(S):

Eugenija Jonaitis (née Zukauskas) (deceased)

Virgil Jonaitis (deceased)

SIBLING(S): None

RELATIVE(S):

Eglė Zukauskas (née Bagdonas) (maternal grandmother) (deceased)

Mindaugas Zukauskas (maternal grandfather) (deceased)

Jeremijas Zukauskas (maternal uncle) (deceased)

Julia Zukauskas (née Cledes) (maternal aunt by marriage) (deceased)

Margaret Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Walter Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Matthew Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Lennor Jonaitis (née Vizgirda) (paternal grandmother) (deceased)

Darius Jonaitis (paternal grandfather) (deceased)

Matilda Taylor (née Jonaitis) (paternal aunt) (deceased)

Isaac Taylor (paternal uncle by marriage) (deceased)

Ethelinda Narloch (née Jonaitis) (paternal aunt) (deceased)

Philip Narloch (parternal uncle by marriage) (deceased)

Vincent Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Kathleen Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

William Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Maximilian Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Moritz Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Delta-5 "The Professor"/"The Heretic" (long-term romantic partner, cover identities married)

CHILDREN: Not Applicable

PET(S): Mniarogekko chahoua named Echo, unsexed as of yet

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RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUALITY: Queer Asexual, uninterested in thinking into it further because of its propensity for single-target attraction

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Romantically involved

SINCE WHEN: 08 September, 2019

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BONUS STUFF FOR FUNSIES

SONGS ASSOCIATED: Obsession by Innerpartysystem

TAGGED BY: I was not

TAGGING: Nope

[paigelts05]

Renegade Resources

Here are a bunch of links to documents where I am writing up more of the worldbuilding of the Renegade AU.

As it gets rather complex, I figured that a few google docs here and there wouldn't go amiss, especially since there are significant alterations to how ghosts work compared to canon, and my AU uses an insanely fringe theory.

Ghosts and Posession:

A semi-diegetic document on ghosts, possession, and remnant.

This is a diegetic piece, so all of the information is only accurate as far as the characters are aware. The real truth may vary: the list of researchers is ever expanding.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N7lmkotpeCD5JTdV8chJe9ylwDpH8AIY9JWR9zbVJ0E/edit?usp=sharing

I already shared this here but it'd be nice to have all three of these in one place, no?

Fazbear Entertainment, Origins, and absorbed companies:

A semi-diegetic document on Faz Ent and the organisations it was, absorbed, and created. This explains how Angel Guy and Vincent Taylors parents were involved with William before Faz Ent became a thing.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MNg_43Js4mVNqqqzfycEET-agiNTQXX3tJSnRVTchLs/edit?usp=sharing

The TalesVRWorld Compendium

As my AU follows the TalesVRWorld theory, here is a compendium I made for this theory. It's a work in progress, but I feel that it is in a workable state. You really need the basics to get what's going on, and even then whenever the VR Environment is brought up, anything I write will have adequate enough in-text explanation for the work to be enjoyable.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13uEGSQ0DJQHxxYO1vbchTEBDibKXYKb9w0jZMBKOQ90/edit?usp=sharing

[blueharborhq]

DAHLIA YOUNG is looking for her EX-BOYFRIEND. For more details about the connection, read below!

THIS CONNECTION IS NOW FILLED.

BASIC INFORMATION

CHARACTER NAME — Dahlia Young.

CATEGORY — Romantic, antagonistic.

TYPE OF CONNECTION — Ex-boyfriend.

CONNECTION NAME — Liam Reed.

CONNECTION AGE — 31 - 33.

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS — Dylan O'Brien, Logan Lerman, Sean Teale, Taylor Zahkar Perez, Kedar Stirling Williams, Dev Patel, Ahn Hyoseop.

DESCRIPTION

Dahlia and Liam meet in a photography class her sophomore year of college. Lia was drawn to Liam's passion for photography. The two went on their first date to an art gallery, bonding over their mutual love for creativity and artistic expression. 

Their relationship became pretty serious, very quickly. They would take weekend trips to explore the city and nearby towns' art scenes and nature, documenting their adventures together with Liam's camera. When they started dating, Lia's self-esteem wasn't the greatest, but with Liam's support and encouragement, Lia came to embrace her individuality, and really explore a bunch of different music genres, open mics, and subbing in as a guitarist for bands that needed a temporary member. Likewise, Lia supported all of Liam's photography endeavors and would even provide music for his photo exhibitions.

Her senior year of college, Dahlia and Liam started discussing their future together and dreams of traveling the world together, combining their passions.

The stress of final projects and job applications took its toll on their relationship and they had their first major argument about their post-graduation plans when Liam was offered the opportunity to intern with a renowned photographer in Europe. Lia was torn between her desire to support him and her selfish wish for him to stay. She couldn't drop everything to follow him to Europe either, so she sent him off with a weary smile.

They tried a long-distance relationship for a time (less than a year), but the time difference and distance (physical and emotional) was too much for them to overcome. Liam was the one to actually ask to breakup as Lia (while knowing things weren't working anymore) was unwilling to quit. The breakup was terribly painful, and brought up a lot of old woulds of abandonment for Dahlia.

Shortly after their breakup, Dahlia decided to move back home and hasn't really kept in touch with Liam. She still has a mix of hurt and resentment when she thinks of him, but Lia considers Liam to be "the one that got away." Reasons why he's in Blue Harbor can be totally up to player, and we can always flesh that out!

musings — [ PINTEREST ] [ PLAYLIST ]

Do you need to be contacted by the potential applicant? Yes please!

[highdeman]

10 highly recommended books for financial education

1.“The Intelligent Investor” by Benjamin Graham — This classic book teaches the principles of value investing and how to analyze stocks to make informed investment decisions.

2. “Rich Dad Poor Dad” by Robert Kiyosaki — This book challenges traditional beliefs about money and provides practical advice on how to build wealth through investing in assets that generate passive income.

3. “The Millionaire Next Door” by Thomas J. Stanley and William D. Danko — This book presents a study of millionaires in the US and identifies common traits and behaviors that contribute to their success.

4. “The Simple Path to Wealth” by JL Collins — This book explains the basics of investing and personal finance in a simple and straightforward way, with an emphasis on low-cost index fund investing.

5. “The Bogleheads’ Guide to Investing” by Taylor Larimore, Mel Lindauer, and Michael LeBoeuf — This book outlines the investment philosophy of Jack Bogle, founder of Vanguard, and provides practical advice for individual investors.

6. “The Richest Man in Babylon” by George S. Clason — This book uses parables set in ancient Babylon to teach the principles of personal finance, such as living below your means, saving money, and investing wisely.

7. “Your Money or Your Life” by Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez — This book offers a holistic approach to personal finance that encourages readers to examine their relationship with money and develop a plan for achieving financial independence.

8. “The Total Money Makeover” by Dave Ramsey — This book provides a step-by-step guide to getting out of debt, building an emergency fund, and investing for the future.

9. “The Psychology of Money” by Morgan Housel — This book explores the ways in which our attitudes and behaviors towards money can impact our financial outcomes, and offers insights for building a healthy relationship with money.

10. “The Four Pillars of Investing” by William Bernstein — This book covers the basics of investing, including asset allocation, diversification, and risk management, and provides a historical perspective on the evolution of the financial markets.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

MY GLEE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, IVY KEKOA

BASIC INFORMATION ---

FULL NAME: Ivy Kipi Kekoa.

OTHER NAMES: Ives, Kipi, Taylor Swift, Freak, ipo, manu mele, Kekoa, Miss Kekoa.

NAME MEANINGS:

Ivy - of English origin, meaning vine.

Kipi - of Hawaiian origin, meaning rebel.

Kekoa - of Hawaiian origin, meaning brave one.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius (born February 9th, 1994).

BIRTHPLACE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

NATIONALITY: American.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian (not fluently).

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic, asexual (sex-repulsed).

OCCUPATION: Student at William McKinley High School, part-time barista at the Lima Bean.

FACECLAIM: Auli'i Cravalho.

PERSONALITY ---

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin - "the serpent".

"Slytherins tended to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also had highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tended to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done. Slytherins tended to take charge and possessed strong leadership skills. They were often self-assured and confident of their own competence and can be very loyal."

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTP - "the debater".

"Quick-witted and audacious, Debaters aren’t afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, they’re not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light up people with this personality type more than a bit of verbal sparring – and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, so much the better. It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor, and they can be incredibly entertaining. They simply have an offbeat, contrarian idea of fun – one that involves a healthy dose of spirited debate."

ENNEAGRAM: Type Four - "the individualist".

"Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their best, Fours are inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences."

ZODIAC: Aquarius - "the water bearer".

"Aquarius is the sign different from the rest of the zodiac and people born with their Sun in it feel special. This makes them eccentric and energetic in their fight for freedom, or at times shy and quiet, afraid to express their true personality. In both cases they are deep thinkers and highly intellectual people who love to fight for idealistic causes. They are able to see people without prejudice and this makes them truly special. Although they can easily adapt to the energy that surrounds them, Aquarius representatives have a deep need to have some time alone and away from everything in order to restore power."

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.

"A Chaotic Good character acts as their conscience directs them with little regard for what others expect of them. They make his own way, but they are kind and benevolent. They believe in goodness and right but have little use for laws and regulations. They hate it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. They follow their own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society."

LOVE LANGUAGE: Quality time (giving and receiving).

SKILLS: Singing, songwriting, acting, piano, acoustic guitar, speed reading, cooking, knowledge of feminist history, sewing, observational skills, quick wit, dancing.

LIKES: Performing, alone time, songwriting, organizing protests, going to protests, educating people on important issues, spending time with friends and family, funny movies, comfortable clothes, being able to quickly come up with a comeback.

DISLIKES: Arrogant people, any form of discrimination, ignorant people, broken promises, boring situations, people insulting her heritage, being told she can't do something, violence.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, complete darkness, large dogs, tight spaces.

BACKSTORY ---

Ivy Kipi Kekoa was born February 9th, 1994, to Maile and John Kekoa, a couple who had moved from Hawaii to Lima, Ohio only three months prior in order to be closer to Maile's aging parents, who had lived in Cleveland for years. Young Ivy was fortunate enough to have been born to two dedicated, loving parents, and her early childhood was a happy, uncomplicated time.

When Ivy was six years old, during a visit to her grandparents in Cleveland, her grandmother put on a CD of the original Chicago West End soundtrack while cooking, belting out "All That Jazz" alongside Maile and dancing the young girl around the kitchen to the tune of "Roxie". From that moment onward, Ivy developed a deep love for musical theatre, singing, and performing, listening obsessively to any musical soundtrack she could get her hands on and, eventually, writing her own songs, wanting to be the next Joni Mitchell or Carole King if she somehow couldn't be the next Bernadette Peters.

Maile Kekoa was also a proud feminist, and made sure to teach her daughter to fight for equality as well. Unfortunately, there wasn't much room for an outspoken feminist Pacific Islander girl in small-town Ohio, and Ivy often found herself the subject of bullying and ridicule. She also entered into a fierce rivalry with fellow aspiring theatre star Rachel Berry, who always seemed to beat her out in singing competitions or for the roles in community theatre productions she wanted. She was, thankfully, able to find a friend in Mercedes Jones, a fellow outspoken girl who refused to take crap from the popular kids. Their friendship was almost instantaneous and mutually admiring, each girl regarding the other as something close to a sister and being amazed by her vocal talents.

As sophomore year of high school began, Ivy was looking forward to karaoke nights with Mercedes, going to protests in the nearby towns, and generally finding ways to piss off McKinley's jocks and cheerleaders. But when she spied a sign-up sheet for a glee club being run by her least-favorite teacher, she thought that perhaps this might be the year she finally showed the teenagers of Lima just how good she was - and hopefully show up Rachel Berry along the way.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

FAMILY: Maile Kekoa (mother), John Kekoa (father), Leilani Ikaika (maternal grandmother), Akamu Ikaika (maternal grandfather).

FRIENDS: Mercedes Jones (best friend), Artie Abrams (friend), Tina Cohen-Chang (friend), Mike Chang (friend), Kurt Hummel (friend), Brittany S. Pierce (friend), Santana Lopez (frenemy).

ACQUAINTANCES: Finn Hudson (acquaintance), Quinn Fabray (acquaintance), Emma Pillsbury (acquaintance), Noah "Puck" Puckerman (acquaintance), Will Schuester (acquaintance), Rachel Berry (acquaintance/rival).

ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Finn Hudson (brief crush), Artie Abrams (former crush), Sam Evans (current romantic interest, boyfriend).

TRIVIA ---

Though Ivy's grandparents fully accepted her when she came out as asexual (as did her parents), the coming out itself took about an hour and a half because she had to convince her grandfather not to immediately make "proud grandparent" t-shirts.

Ivy read Simone de Beauvoir's classic feminist book The Second Sex when she was only ten years old. She didn't understand most of it at the time, but it's one of her mother's favorite books, and she understands it much better now that she's read it nine times.

Ivy's favorite show is Star Trek: The Original Series, because she's been watching her father's old VHS tapes of it with him since she was a toddler. She would never admit it to anyone, though; the last thing she needs is to give McKinley High's assholes another reason to make fun of her.

She once punched Puck in the face after she spoke Hawaiian to Mercedes in the cafeteria and he made fun of her. He doesn't admit it to her until senior year, but he's respected her ever since for that.

Her first fictional crush was Leonardo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (also something she's never admitted to anyone but Mercedes).

Ivy can sing "Roxie" from Chicago backwards. It's sort of a party trick that she's performed at sleepovers and for the rest of the New Directions.

Ivy plans to move back to Hawaii after she's older and has retired from Broadway. She may have never lived there (outside her mother's womb, that is), but she's always wanted to reconnect to her roots.

PLAYLIST ---

i. "let me be your star" from smash.

ii. "anything you can do" from annie get your gun.

iii. "rebel girl" by bikini kill.

iv. "loser like me" by glee cast.

v. "21st century machine" by catie turner.

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

DC OC Masterlist

Hey, hey! Welcome to my DC OC Masterlist!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation

I don't really accept requests for my OC's, however if you ever have any thoughts or opinions on them, I would definently enjoy to hear them!

Last Updated On: 07|01|24

Ashlea Elisabeth Moore

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Lydia Taylor Wayne

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Rebecca Dylan Pixie Evans

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Taylor Marie Williams

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[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: mentions of a club, (I don’t know if that’s a warning) being beat, drugs mentioned too, angst all in between! So sorry for barely posting today, I had a rough week. But I still love you and appreciate you all!!💕♥️

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 25 pt.2

Y/n’s POV

 Soon the Uber driver which was known as a taxi of course, had driven up to the location Saunders had written down for her, looking up at the building once she got off the taxi she thought,

  ‘Iceberg Fish Co.? What the hellll... damn the more you know huh?’

  That’s when she heard Saunders voice through the comms,

  ‘Alright Diana, there’s a door up front go up to it, there will be twins brothers opening it up for you, there The Penguins bouncers, they have a code word they use, just say, “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club.

  Then just show them the application, they check you for weapons, then you’ll be in.’

  “Alrighty then... going up to it now.”

 Just as she approached it the two doors opened revealing the identical twin bouncers, the first one looked at her up and down taking her appearance as he questioned sternly,

  “Are you lost princess?”

With a sly smirk Y/n answered,

  “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club?”

  “Huh... you may be right, let me see what you have there.”

  Picking up the application form Y/n added,

  “Of course I’d be right, why else would I be here?”

  Taking the form both brothers looked it through and the second one asked,

  “Who told you about this place, you’re new around here.”

  Alfred then spoke saying,

  ‘Say Selina Kyle.’

 “Selina Kyle, she was a good friend of mine, saw I was going through a rough time and requested here.”

  Smirking at each other the first brother told the other,

  “Why don’t you lead her upstairs? Let’s see what Oz has to say about this.”

  “Bet, come on baby, let’s introduce you to what Gotham is really all about.”

  Leading Y/n inside after checking her bag she soon was really able to see what Bruce had meant about the Iceberg Lounge, it was dark and somewhat foggy inside, the heat within was radiated off the amount of bodies that danced around in the place. The music was loud and bouncing off of Y/n’s ears, lights of different colors but mostly red, were shining and moving in every direction. 

  ‘This is a club indeed, God damn and I thought a night bar at D.C. was bad... this is basically hell.’

  She felt her arm being pulled as the twin drew her close to him to tell her over the music some directions,

  “You just go up those stairs and through that door, you’ll find what you’re looking for there, Oz be waiting for you. Good luck baby.” 

  Sending him a blowing kiss Y/n thanked him,

  “Thank you sweetheart.”

  Walking up the stairs she heard Saunders talk her through,

 ‘Just go with it, your name is Diana Taylor, and Selina Kyle referenced you to the place, you have your information there, he’ll read through it all, he doesn’t just let anyone in, he likes to know them well. Now, his name is Oswald Cobblepot, he’s the Penguin. Let’s hope he gets you working tonight, try to pressure the fact that you’re in desperate need of money, saying you’d do anything for extra. Maybe you can convince him.’

  “Alright I’m walking in. Meaning I’m gonna stop talking.”

  ‘Don’t worry about getting to us Miss Y/n, we got you covered.’

  Hearing Alfreds assurance made Y/n square her shoulders and walk in with confidence, and upon entering she saw William Kenzie, someone she had heard about from Gordon, he was a corrupt former detective of the GCPD. 

  ‘Ugh, of course he’d be here like a damn guard, just remember, you’re Diana and a club worker.. yeah sounds about right. And who the heck is Selina Kyle? Is she the Princess of Gotham or something, sounds like everyone knows her. Hmph, I’ll worry about that later... now it’s show time.’

  “Woah woah woah hold it there Barbie, where do you think you’re going?”

  William Kenzie stuck his hand out to stop her from coming further in, Y/n high pitched her voice as she explained,

  “I came here to see the Penguin, I heard he needed hiring for some positions?”

  “Ohh I finally have someone coming in! Let her through Kenzie, meet me downstairs at the 44 Below, come in baby.”

  ‘That’s the fucking Penguin?! Shit-“

  Kenzie moved his hand and gestured her to go inside, Y/n sent him a sweet smile as she stepped into the room, her loud clicking heels echoing off the glass window walls, she took at seat in front of Oswald as she spoke,

  “I have an application form, I hope you like it.”

  Crossing her legs seductively she handed him the paper, making sure to bend and stretch over to him enough to make her breasts be noticed well, of course the Penguin took a sly glance before grabbing the form, he looked it through as a worker walked in with a tray full of packages and a yellow envelope. And in her other hand she had a smaller tray but with a glass of what looked like whiskey. Setting it down she took a look at Y/n and nodded her head in acknowledgment of her presence, Y/n sent a super small smile with the same nod, then the Penguin said,

  “Thank you baby, just leave it there, here, take a couple of drops.”

  Handing her two packages the girl stuffed it in her bra and walked out without another word.

  ‘So those are the drops? Huh... I wonder what kind of drug it is though. Maybe I should start pushing my case.’

  “So I was wondering if I could start tonight?-“

  “Desperate huh?”

  “Rent is due and I’m out, please I’d do anything for any amount of cash to get me through at least this month, I really need it.”

  Sitting back to think about her plea the Penguin skimmed through the pages again, then ordered,

  “Stand up.”

 ‘Oh shit.’

  “Ok.”

  Standing up the Penguin made a gesture with his fingers signaling her to do a simple turn, so he could get a whole view of her, he smirked as he watch her at his mercy of command, then told her to sit back down as he called out through his speaker, 

  “bring me my bouncers,”

  ‘What gonna happen? Ok ok breathe breathe.’

  Y/n felt her skin crawl all of a sudden, feeling small as she sat there vulnerable and open to anything that could possibly happen, and at hearing the Penguin call for his bouncers, meaning more people in a room with her alone, just didn’t help her nervousness. But soon the twins walked in,

  “”Yes boss””

 Standing up the Penguin explained to Y/n,

  “Listen Diana Taylor, here, this place is a safe place for anyone, and I mean anyone. I’m not a part of anything that happens here though, I just do what I need to do and that’s it. Here you’ll see people from district offices and government officials, and you can’t ever say a word or else.“

  Feeling a cloth being pressed to her back Y/n then felt a hard stick or bar hit her across the back harshly sending her to the floor, then a couple more hits. She hissed through the pain and thought she was going to receive more until one of the twins picked her up facing her to the Penguin as he drew closer to her holding up her chin,

  “Or else you will be treated accordingly by us, this was just a tap of what I’ll really do to you, do you understand?”

  “Yes”

  Letting her chin go he added,

  “Talk to Gracie Helens, she does this kind of stuff here, she’s in the dressing room, take her this green card, I’ll let you access both floors but just for the month, sense you insist you need the cash.”

  Convincing the Penguin more Y/n agreed,

  “I really do need it.”

  “Then on you go, this is the pass card, and remember what I told you.”

 Pressing his large hand against her back so she could feel the sting of where she got hit was his reminder. Then he led her out. As soon as she walked out she heard Saunders voice,

 ‘I didn’t think he’d do that I’m sorry, are you ok?’

 Feeling her skin burn on her back from the hits she tried to roll her shoulders a little as she responded,

  “Yeah I’m good, it was just unexpected. Now who’s this Gracie Helens?”

 ‘She works with the ladies, she’s kinda like the manager. So go to her and present to her your green card, she’ll let you through, Oz must be having a good night, which is good, so keep your cover up and find Mackenzie, or anyone else you feel was involved in your fathers murder.’

 “Alright copy that,”

 Y/n soon found Gracie and was able to get directions for around the place, 

  ‘Thank God Gracie was pretty nice, she even said she liked my smile. Saying it was at attractive... well ok then.. oh! here’s the elevator for the downstairs.’  

  The doors opened for Y/n to go in, she was met with William Kenzie once again, 

  He scoffed,

  “He let you down here?”

 Showing off her card she said yes,

  “Yup, are you coming in or out?”

  “I’m going back down.”

 “alright.”

 Stepping inside the doors closed on them as he stood at least a foot away from her, he then handed her his card,

  “Whenever you get at the point of working behind the closed doors, call me first. I like you.”

  Y/n sent him a tight lipped smile and prayed that the doors would soon open, she couldn’t stand his presence. Fortunately they did and she right away went towards a group of girls that stood around in the same kind of clothes she wore, approaching them Y/n greeted,

  “Hi!”

 One of the prettier ones with bigger breasts and an average height mocked,

 “Hey y’all didn’t tell me that Oz hired a giraffe!”

  They all started to cackle amongst themselves making Y/n look stupid, but Y/n soon found out her name when one of the others said,

  “Debby shut up, say what’s your name girly?”

  “I-I’m-“

 “Awe look at her she’s stuttering, probably it’s cause she didn’t hear us sense she’s so tall! Why don’t you bend down huh?”

  Y/n huffed through her nose as she felt an irritation rise in her chest because of her stupid mockery, but Alfred calmed her down instantly,

  ‘Your heart beat is rising Y/n, don’t let them get to you, they’re immature and that’s how they behave. Grab a tray with drops and glasses and walk away, ignore them. Look for Mackenzie, you’re here for him not them.’

  “Fine.”

 Looking at Y/n confused Debby questioned,

 “What do you mean fine?”

 Spinning on her heal Y/n grabbed a full tray that was ready to be taken and began to walk away from the girls, swaying her hips feeling a little bit better for listening to Alfred, though she could hear them laughing harder as she left but stood her ground. Looking around at every table Y/n searched desperately for Mackenzie, but couldn’t find him. But she either way helped around while playing her role and getting cash as she went,  a few offered her to be taken to the back with them for ‘a good time’, but she declined all the offers saying she was off limits to the club. 

  ‘Damn half the GCPD and DA’s office is down here.. but where’s Mackenzie? I thought he’d be here.. it’s the weekend.’

  “Hey Uncle G, I’m not picking him up anywhere, does he arrive later in the night or what?”

  ‘I believe he does, when your dad and I would come around he was always late because of his job, and especially now that he’s Chief of Detectives... just hold on out there you’re doing well, just focus and stay away from the drunk/drugged guys please.’

  “Copy that.”

 Gordon’s POV

 Gordon was the one holding back Mackenzie in his office as he argued with him with fury in his voice,

  “How could you give Y/l/n a formal funeral with no body? That’s utterly ridiculous!!”

  “The press or anyone outside of this system or building doesn’t know that Jim! It’s been almost 3 weeks and she hasn’t shown up, I already have the ceremony in the works-“

  “YOU DIDN’T FIND HER BODY GOD DAMNIT! WHATS THE MAYOR GOING TO SAY?”

  “I TOLD HER Y/N’S BODY WAS BURNED IN THE CAR SHE DROVE!”

  Rolling his eyes at Mackenzie’s lies Gordon stood from his seat and asked,

  “Have the feds said anything about this? I’m sure this incident reached the ears of the FBI.”

  “It did reach them and they’re on my side Jim, unlike you that’s always deviating and working with psychopaths.”

 “You’re the psycho Bock! You first lied about Y/n having drops and cash on her when you know it wasn’t hers, making us end up in the predicament were in now!”

  Taking out a folder of files Bock said,

  “The FBI were able to pull out fingerprints, explain that-“

  “You paid them money and shit to get them to do that and lie for you to cover your ass and mistakes, those are not her fingerprints.”

  “Well to late to fight that now, her ceremony is in 3 weeks, it’s going to be a simple one too, the city isn’t paying much for it.”

  “Y/n was a well trained detective Bock, she was dedicated to her work and tasks, she caught the Joker for crying out loud! As well as putting away Stewart. A serial killer, the least you could do to make up for your wrongs is give her a proper ceremony, the city doesn’t have to take in count the reason why she’s dead and everything that the FBI knows about her death. Honor her death at least.”

  “Hmph.. I’ll think about it.. now get the hell out, I need to go.”

  “Go where?”

 “That’s none of your business but if you must know I’m going to see the officials, now leave.”

 Before Mackenzie could tell him a second time Gordon left and walked out of the building, and called Batman to tell him the news,

  “Come on pick up Chief.”

  Batman’s POV

 Batman was emptying an old shed he found in the outskirts of Gotham when he got a call, 

  ‘What happened now?’

 “Gordon.”

  “Chief, meet me at the signal.. I’m surrounded by to many people at the moment to tell you why, just meet me there.”

  “’k.”

 Hanging up his phone Batman looked through the rest of the items quickly and saw nothing useful, making him leave the area and getting in his Batmobile. He contacted RedHood through the comms letting him know that he would be gone,

  ‘Red, I’ll be at the signal. LT Gordon has something to tell me-‘

 ‘Can I come?!’

 ‘no.’

 ‘But B!-‘

 ‘Maybe another day. Continue to look around please, at 2 go home though. I don’t want you around for too long.’

  ‘Fiiiine.. let me know what happens.’

 ‘I’ll think about it.’

 ‘Bleh.’

 Batman rolled his eyes at RedHood’s childish response then let him go as he neared the signal. Checking the time Batman saw the clock had barley hit ‘1:30’, so he knew Y/b/n would be on his way home soon, which was good, he didn’t like the fact of him being alone out there with his conscious mind that still struggled with making the right choices. 

 Though he promised himself that soon they would work their way together to be a team, though he still wasn’t sure how yet, for the past 3 years he’s done this on his own, and the only time he had a partner which was Y/n when she was Shadow, things went to shit. But he knew that soon things would probably come into place, at least he hoped so.

  Gordon’s POV

 This time Gordon kept an eye out for the elevator for when Batman arrived, he didn’t want to be jump-scared again. He then heard the rumbling of the rising elevator and soon the Batman was walking through the gate towards him.

  “Chief.”

  “Gordon, what’s wrong.”

 “Mackenzie is going to have a funeral ceremony for Y/l/n-“

  “What?-“

  “That’s exactly what I said!”

 “But there’s no body to bury.”

 Shrugging his shoulders Gordon added,

 “I know that, but he bought his way to the feds to say that she was responsible for the drops and cash she had, somehow he made the system process her fingerprints onto the items.. but he refuses to let out that information to the media and all that’s stuff to not cause more problems-“

  “He makes his own problems bigger than himself and doesn’t know how to fix it?”

 “Exactly, Mackenzie’s mind is a mess right now, because they can’t find Y/n. She hasn’t come out or we haven’t seen a sign of life that gears towards her. Though I’m sure that he has a search party looking for Y/n, cause he’s scared now.”

  “Why? Because of what she’s capable of?”

  “Hmm hmm.. if there was one person on this earth that was closer than a centimeter away from putting him down forever it was Y/f/n, until Mackenzie pulled his stupid stunt killing him, but now it’s his daughter, Y/n, and Mackenzie can’t put a finger on her right now, she could be anywhere.”

  “But the system is so screwed up everywhere, Mackenzie pays them all to side him and increase the business that Y/f/n tried to take down, what makes you think she can? She’s one person against a whole system. And you don’t even know where she is.”

 Sighing will rubbing his face Gordon answered with a tone of sadness in his voice,

  “Huhhh... I don’t know. This is all a mess.. I think there’s no saving Chief, this is over. I thought I had a chance with the FBI to catch him, but they’re working with him too. We got no one, this is a lost case.”

 Looking away from Gordon to hide the pain in his eyes Batman commented,

  “We were all so close, I don’t want it to be over.”

  “Me too Chief, me too.”

[extremelyblackandwhite]

cardigan

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence

a/n: this is a limited three part series based on three of my favourite songs from taylor swift’s 2020 life saving albums; cardigan, willow and invisible string. this one is cardigan, hope you enjoy xx

WILLOW

She clutched onto her worn out brown leather bag as she stepped inside the her father’s precinct. There wasn’t much that looked different from when she was a little girl, the tables still stood on the same messy layout which made no sense, the officers still didn’t look up whenever someone came in and the whole room smelled like stale coffee and burnt bread. The only difference was that the once endless room now felt small, nauseating, confining, a place where she didn’t want to be. 

      - Y/N. - her father’s voice rang through the small room, making her look up to where he was standing. Captain William, or dad if she was lucky enough to call him as such, was an intimidating presence even after all these years yet after her mother’s death it was him who was left of her family. - Come in. 

Her shoes felt heavy as she stepped inside his office, two more officers standing inside as she walked with her father. He closed the door, nodding his head which was a tell tale for everyone to sit down. She sat at the end of the dark green couch, away from the other two officers who were looking her up and down as if she were a prey.

       - I told you she would be perfect. Inconspicuous, he wouldn’t even think she’s undercover.

       - She’s not the type of woman Barnes go for.

       - She doesn’t need to be the type of woman he goes for, she needs to be the one who works in his bar and listens to their plans. 

Her father had told her about James Barnes. They had been trying to get him in for minor offences yet nothing seemed to pan out. The force knew they could never apprehend him for the crimes he knew he had committed but if they could get him in for something small: weapon charge, drug charge, something. For that to happen they needed someone to be in their circle and unluckily for them, Barnes and his men knew everyone who worked in the force but they didn’t know her. In return for her working in his bar, the force would pay her tuition fees as well as any books she needed. 

“It won’t be hard” was what her father had told her but as they dropped her at the bar she couldn’t help but freeze at the door. They were expecting her, she had gotten the job yet she couldn’t find herself walking inside. In any other situation she would’ve rushed past it, it wasn’t the place she would like to be in. Her hand grasped the bar of the door, pushing it open. The nightclub looked vastly desert with squeaky clean floors and bright lighting which showed the dark aesthetic of every single owned Barnes club in town. She didn’t know the man but she knew his style, dark, sleek, leather, sensual even, enough to make people feel sexual whenever they walked into his club. Yet, in broad daylight it was merely an abandoned establishment with one a table with a few hangover men still nursing a bottle of beer each, waiting for 7 PM for the club to come back to life. 

She stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in brown tones. A loose gingham black dress over a brown turtle neck covered and low black Mary Janes. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for someone to speak to but someone found her first. A tall man, probably pushing fifty, toothpick hanging from his lips and dirty rag on his left hand. She felt short, cowering under the gaze of the man.

     - You're the new girl, or what? - he questioned, thick Brooklyn accent yet Y/N didn’t dare reply, instead nodding at him. - Do you have a name?

     - Y/N.

     - Y/N, that’s nice. I’m Bobby, I’m the bar supervisor. You wanna talk to anyone? You talk only to me and you’ll do well.

She nodded her head quickly, almost like a bobble head figure, following him behind to bar. Now Y/N knew about bars or at least what they did in them, she just wasn’t expecting to see the huge amount of spirits, wines, and beers behind her. She was almost sure if someone robbed the club, they’d be better off with the booze than the money in the cash register.  The man, Bobby, ran through the basics, showing here with the cleaning products were, where some more complicated cocktail mixtures were written, how the washing machine worked and how crucial it was to constantly collect glasses from the bar and put them in there. She held a small reporter notepad, pen scribbling down messy wiggles which she wouldn’t be able to understand later on but it was still worth it. She could memorise it, she was a university student after all hence her memory for cocktails shouldn’t be hard. Everything was so polished, meticulously placed, almost too organised for a bar; the bottles placed onto glass shelves which light from under, placed almost the same measure apart in a sea of expensive beverages. 

     - Don’t serve any drinks to people who haven’t presented a payment form. If the boss comes in, serve him whiskey on the rocks. Glenlivet, no other brands. 

     - I’ve never seen the boss.

     - You’ll know. 

She was left there watching as more staff came in, the sun going down at the same time. “Just breathe, Y/N” she remembered her father’s words, she could do it, she could do it. How hard could it possible be to be a bartender? Just breathe, Y/N. She can do it, she can help his father, she can do this and then no longer have to worry about how many hours she would have to do at that little mean shop which had taken more of her than she gave them. She could be a regular university student, she just needed to breathe.

The purple, blue lights started to light the sunlight coloured bar as people started to queue up outside for a chance to get inside one of the most famous bars in town. She could faintly remember hearing her friends talking about how exclusive it was but as she looked out the window and at the queue she could finally understand it. As the doors opened and people started flocking in, suddenly she was serving drinks left and write, vodka and other shoots drenching her dress and apron as she messily tried to serve everyone at the bar screaming at her to hurry up. She kept running around like a crazy person, dragging bottles and bottles and pouring drinks which kept overfilling and dropping onto the floor. People kept yelling at her “hey sugar, how long does it take you to bring me some vodka?” but one man who was sitting still, gaze glued onto her while a cigarette hanged from the middle of his lips. She cowered under his gaze returning to hand a tray of jello shots to some girls. 

She continued to work until the last person was out of the bar but the man remained calmly leaned against the bar, the flame of his cigarette dying down. She tried to avoid him, pretending to clean the spot over and over again but the man merely scoffed, rubbing the butt of the cigarette against the ash tray.

      - You’re terrible. - he spoke out, voice raspy. - Who hired you?

      - That’s nothing to do with you. - Y/N turned around to place back the bottles onto the shelves.

      - Are you the owner?

      - No. - she placed the bottles on the shelf, hands shaking. 

      - Then it is something to do with me. - the air seemed to be punched out of her lungs, as her grip tightened around the neck of the bottle she was holding. She refused to turn around and look at him, understanding what it implied. Instead she just looked at herself in the glass wall. Just breathe, Y/N. - Can I get a ...

      - Glenlivet. - she rose herself on her tippy toes, interrupting him mid sentence. Grabbing from ice from under the bar, she added it to the glass, topping it with the expensive whiskey before placing it under a black square napkin. She continued to wipe down the counter until Bobby came back from the storage unit with more alcohol. 

     - You can go now, Y/N. I’ll see you at 7. - Bobby dismissed her and almost like thunder, she bolted off, not even stopping and allowing him to question why their boss was sitting at the bar.

Clutching her bag against her chest she started walking up to campus. She had done it, or at least managed to do something yet get no information her father wanted. That is unless her father wanted to know James Barnes’ drink of choice which she was pretty sure he didn’t want to know. Reaching her flat, she turned the key around, opening the door to see her friend Wanda waiting in the couch. 

    - You’re alive. - she mocked, turning the TV on. - Once again, tell me why you said yes to working in a mob bar ...

    - It’s not a mob bar, Wanda.

    - It is a bar owned by a mob boss who has been blamed on several murders. It is a mob bar. 

    - I’m just a bartender, nothing is gonna happen.

    - Can you tell me again why you’re doing this? Your father is the reason why you were raised by John Hughes’ movies. 

    - Okay, Wanda, you made your point. - Y/N took her jacket off, hanging it onto one of the hooks in the door.

    - I’m buying you pepper spray.

    - Pepper spray is illegal, Wan. 

    - So is the bar you’re working.

    - Okay. I’ll be careful, don’t worry. I’ll go to sleep now.

Wanda continued to ramble about her working where she was but there was really nothing she could do other than continue. All she had to do was breathe and listen and the department would pay for her tuition for the rest of her degree. Small price to pay for a much bigger price. 

As another day started, the routine started once again with her awaking up and running into class with Wanda complained about her brother followed by spending the rest of her free time until her shift began. Walking back to the bar she was telling herself once more that she would be just fine and that Wanda slipping a knife inside her bag was only her overreacting. Stepping inside the same building, Bobby was setting some shoot glasses on the counter.

    - Y/N. - he acknowledged her. - Glad to see you’re still here.

    - Wouldn’t be anywhere else. - she placed her bag and jacket under the bar and tied her apron around her waist. - Busy day?

    - Fridays are the busiest. All the university kids. Let me know if you need a hand.

    - I’m sure I’ll be okay.

Once again, wrong. She was not okay and as everyone found themselves flocking to the bar she was already running around like a crazy person, holding two bottles on each hand as people. The lights were blinding, shining on her as she served and slide more drinks onto the bar counter and to the waitresses who’d give her snide remarks whenever she took too long. Her hands were numb from the ice already yet her face was warm from moving side to side. At least, Mr. Barnes wasn’t around and that was already something she could be thankful for. She knew she had to eventually speak to him if she wanted to ever hear anything or maybe she wouldn’t have; she was good at being invisible, maybe she could just overhear something without having to ever speak with him.

   - Hey, sugar, where’s my drink? - a sluggish voice came from the bar and Y/N ignored it. Bobby told her, if anyone sounds or looks drunk to cut them off that “Mr. Barnes doesn’t need drunk people being roudy in his bar”. She continued to serve the group of girls celebrating passing an exam until the man moved over to them. - Hey, I asked where is my drink?

   - Sorry, you’re cut off. - she shrugged, grabbing some glass onto a plastic bucket so Bobby could put them in the washing machine.

   - What the fuck? C’mon give me my drink.

   - No. - Y/N just ignored it, turning around to put the bottles back onto the shelves.

   - Well then be useful and show me your tits. - the man scoffed as if it was the best joke in the world. Y/N turned around, speechless at what he had said before grabbing an half empty drink from the bar and throwing it at him which surprised the man just as much. - You bitch!

   - What’s the problem here? - fuck. Of course he had to show up. Mr. Barnes made his way towards them, holding that same powerful yet frightening stance as the strobing lights painted his face. His eyes were on her, waiting for her to say something but Y/N was mostly frozen. That was it, she was about to get shot, or worse, lose a finger or a leg or an arm. Oh god, how could she take exams without an arm? 

   - Your bartender isn’t serving me. - he pointed at her as if he were a 5 year old. 

   - Really? - Barnes stood slightly behind him and all she could see in a glimpse second was his metal arm, reflecting the strobing lights, come up to the nape of the man’s neck before he slammed his face against the glass topping of the bar counter. Y/N was startled by this, jumping back against the wall of drinks. - Get the fuck out of my bar. 

The man ran off, bloody nose, like a scared wounded animal leaving Y/N only to stare at him. Her mind rushed miles an hour, wondering if he had done that to someone what he would do to her. She should’ve taken the pepper spray from Wanda. 

   - Get back to work. - he left her with that, turning around and getting lost in the sea of people dancing. 

   - Hey ... - Bobby touched her arm, waking her from her own mind. She looked at her hands; good she still had both hands. - Go take a break, wash the glasses, I’ll do the bartending for a while.

   - I’m fine, Bobby.

   - I know. I just want you to go do something else. - Y/N nodded, not wanting to disobey anyone yet she couldn’t help but be glad she would be in the back where the big washing machine was for most of the pint glasses and other oddly shaped cups. After all, Mr. Barnes wouldn’t be hanging in the kitchen.

She pushed her hair away from her face and put on the big pink gloves and started to wash the glasses and plates from some small appetisers they sold until closing time started to near. Once the bar was cut off, she joined Bobby to clean the always messy bar and make it look as precise as it looked every single day. Another day survived, no limbs lost. 

   - That was a good one, Y/N. See you tomorrow. - Bobby bid her farewell as he exited through the door. Y/N stayed behind, moping the floor behind the mar which was mostly a pool of mixed drinks that she always somehow managed to overfill and drop onto the floor on her way to serve them. As she continued to mop, the person who she didn’t want to see sat at the bar and without much thinking, she served him his drink of choice. 

   - I ... hm ... I have to go, I have to walk home and my flatmate is waiting for me.

   - You’re walking home with your flatmate?

   - No, she’s waiting for me at the flat. - Y/N grabbed her cardigan, putting it on which immediately brought her a nostalgic warmth. 

   - I’ll drive you. 

   - Oh .. no, Mr. Barnes. It is not necessary, I’ve walked home before, I know the way. 

   - And I know the type of men who walk around my bar. - he downed the whiskey as if it were water. - Come on. 

Oh god, I’m going to sleep with the fishes. He’s gonna kill me in his car. Y/N thought to herself as she followed him to the back of the bar where he had parked his car. Of course it was a good car, a new model black Audi with sleek matte black leathered seats which looked more expensive than everything together at the bar. She wondered how much money he made. Her father hadn’t told her much about him and all she knew was merely gossip. He opened the door for her which she took as a sign to get inside the car. Once in, she noticed how awfully warm it was, he probably had the heating on so she took off her cardigan, shoving it in front of her feet as he entered the car. 

   - Where am I dropping you?

   - The student campus, south building

   - You’re a student? - he asked as the motor roared, signalling the start of the car. - Why you working here then?

   - It pays well. My mother paid for my first years but I still have my third one and a possible masters. 

   - Why not ask mum for the rest of the money then?

   - Well she’s dead. - she said, not taking the eyes off the road. - Her inheritance lasted as long as it could but tuition is expensive.

   - I’m sorry. - he tried to sneak a look at her but gave up, instead keeping his eyes on the road. - You’re a terrible bartender.

   - You’ve said that one time already, I’ve heard it. If I’m so terrible why don’t you fire me?

   - Bobby likes you. Says you’re a quick learner. Yet again, he likes every single wide eyed Disney Princess girl who works behind the bar. I give you a month or two before you quit or get knocked up.

   - I’m not gonna quit and I’m not gonna get knocked up either. 

   - Got a boyfriend?

   - No.

   - Husband? Friends with benefits?

   - I don’t have the time so if you want to get rid of me you’ll have to fire me.

   - I don’t fire people. - she saw her building come closer and closer from the car window. - Is it that one?

   - Yes. - she grabbed her bag, eager to leave the car before anything could happen. 

   - Hey, you got a black dress? - he asked as she exited the car and she nodded yes. - Good, bring it to work tomorrow. 

She mumbled an okay as the car drove away. God, she was alive. Good.  All she wanted now was to return to her home and in a few minutes she was back in her living room where Wanda and her twin brother Pietro were waiting for her. Of course waiting meant watching Shark Tank and discussing how bad all the inventions were. 

   - How was work in hell? - Wanda didn’t even look at her, eyes glued to the TV while she stuffed popcorn in her mouth.

   - I didn’t need to use the knife you snuck into my bag, thank you.

   - You snuck a knife onto her back? - Pietro looked dumbfound at his sister who immediately snapped back with a response. 

   - She’s working for James Barnes, she needs to carry a knife block and she’s lucky I only put a steak knife. - Wanda turned around in the couch. - Hey where’s your cardigan? I swear you left with it. 

   - Shit. - Y/N looked around. - Fuck, I’ve left it in his car.

   - Whose car? 

   - Mr. Barnes’. He gave me a ride and I took my cardigan off because the car was so warm. Fuck. I’ll never see it again.

   - Why were you in his car, are you crazy? - now Wanda was interested. Clearly her best friend’s lack of judgment was more interesting than the poor soul trying to pitch a tuna can opener shaped like a tuna to a bunch of executives.

   - He gave me a ride ... oh and do you have a black dress?

   - I do. - Pietro said gaining an odd look from the two girls. - What? Girls love me and I love them. Stuff get’s left behind. What can I say?

   - You’re disgusting. - Wanda rolled her eyes. 

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[s1rcus]

The Road to Love and Truth (Blackhill)

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 2323

Chapter: 1/2

Fandoms: Marvel

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill

Additional tags: Coming Out, Undercover Mission, Gay Bar

Summary: When some mission information turns out to be wrong Natasha is called in to lend a hand for Maria. Natasha happily does whats been asked, as long as she gets something in return.

Authors note: Blackhill Bingo square B1 "Coming Out".  Also big thank you for the guys at the bingo server! You've been a big help. 

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Natasha had been called in for a mission, and she had been told to get to Fury, quickly. Once she got into Fury's office, the first thing she noticed was Hill on the monitor mounted on the wall. She looked... annoyed? Natasha wasn't really sure how to explain the look on her face, but it was gone as soon as she spoke up.

"Sir. Commander," she said with a nod of her head toward both of them.

"Romanoff, thank you for getting here quickly," Fury said as she closed the door behind herself. He continued after she was seated, "There's been a slight complication with the Taylor Richards mission and we need someone to take Hill's position. It turns out that some of our original intel was wrong, and Hill is no longer fit for this mission. There wasn't really any information to go on from the beginning, but I have no idea how something like this could've happened."

"Wasn't the plan just to make friends and flirt and get into the apartment? I don't really see why Hill wouldn't be able to continue."

"Exactly. That is the reason why we sent Hill, but with this new information she won't be able to finish the work anymore."

Natasha turned to look at the screen, the confusion apparently clear on her face because, after a deep breath, Hill spoke up.

"He's a guy," Maria started, but Natasha cut her off.

"Really?!" Natasha got an affirmative nod from Fury. Huh, that actually explained a few things about him. She still couldn't see a problem though. "And?"

"Well we originally thought otherwise, you know this." Natasha motioned her to continue, still unsure where the problem was. "I can't flirt with men and you don't want me to try."

Oh. Oh.

"So, you're telling me that you sent in Hill rather than, I don't know, agent Williams for example, because you thought that he was into women but still uncertain on his gender. While you didn't really know anything about him. Really?"

Natasha had seen the file they had on him. It was basically empty. She had to give it to Richards though. It's impressive that SHIELD couldn't find information about him. It basically had an estimate of birth year, name and vague guesses about his lifestyle. She's surprised they were even able to track him down.

She eyed them both after neither answered back at her. Fury seemed like he wasn't gonna say anything about it but Hill let out an angry huff and spoke once again.

"Yes. We made a mistake. Is that what you want to hear? We went in with bad information and half of the important stuff ended up being wrong. He's still very much into women though. So can you step in for me or not, because there's a time limit, and I really don't want to do this."

Natasha grinned at Hill on the screen.

"Oh, I'll gladly do this, but you owe me one Hill."

"I'm gonna regret it, aren't I?"

Natasha smiled at the screen, tilting her head to the side a little and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine! Anything to get me away from this."

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That's how she ended up here, sitting at a table at a coffee shop sipping on a cup of coffee and pretending to read a book. She'd visited Hill at a hotel room where she had set base first and gotten an earpiece. Hill had also gone through the core points of the mission with her, like she didn't know any of it.

Natasha did know though, she had read the files on her flight over. The plan was to go to a coffee shop that the target seemed to go to on a daily basis and get the target to let her in his apartment so she could install some surveillance equipment. SHIELD believed that the guy worked for one of HYDRA's scientists, mostly getting them things they needed. SHIELD wanted to be sure of this before bringing him in for questioning. This should be easy for Natasha.

Natasha has enough of waiting around and decides that talking to Hill would be much more interesting.

"So, Hill. How come I didn't know this big part of your life until now?"

"I really don't think my personal matters are any of your business, agent."

Natasha decides to ignore that. Getting under Hill's skin was her favourite thing about working with her.

"Is it hard to work when I'm around? I've gotten that excuse from men multiple times. Oh, or do you have a girlfriend so that you can keep your focus better?"

"Could we please stay on the mission, Romanoff?"

"The target isn't here yet, so humour me Hill. Are you the secret ex Sharon won't talk about? I'm sure they're from SHIELD, and the way she speaks about the relationship they have to be a higher or a lower level agent. And I do happen to have first-hand knowledge that Agent Carter definitely swings both ways."

"Romanoff, please. I don't need to know details of your or Agent 13's personal life."

Natasha can hear from Hill's voice that she's trying very hard to keep it even. Just a little push and she'll get the commander to snap.

"So not you then. Who do you think it would be then? It's not Agent Williams, right? I'd never let her forget that."

"Natasha!"

Score. Natasha smiles happily. She could drop it now, but where's the fun in that?

"What? Let me have some fun while I wait for this idiot. It's not like I have anything else to do besides sip on this coffee."

"Alright. We can talk about my personal life. Just stop telling me about other agents' personal information."

"Okay." Natasha hums for a little bit thinking what she wants to say. "How old were you when you knew?"

"That I was gay? I think I was around 11 when it really struck me."

"So no boyfriends, ever?"

"Nope. And I'm not about to tell you anything related to my exes. That's not on the table here."

"Fair. But have you dated someone from work? It's really hard to try and have relationships with civilians."

Natasha hears Hill groan, which makes her want to chuckle. Luckily she doesn't.

"I said no ex talk. This definitely goes into ex talk."

"Okay. Hmm… Oh, hey, I know what you're gonna do for me once we're done with this mission. You're gonna come with me to a gay bar. We might get Sharon to join us as well."

"Why would you want to go to a gay bar?"

Hill says it surprisingly slowly. It was like she's worried that Natasha is plotting something. Like she'd ever. (Yes, yes she would, but she isn't currently.)

"Well, Commander, men hit on me enough as it is, and I would very much rather get that attention from women. Don't get me wrong, I think both of the sexes have their faults, but enough is enough."

"Wait, you're--"

Now Natasha actually lets out a laugh. Has Hill not been paying attention this whole conversation?

"Yes. Like Agent Carter, I too swing both ways. Wasn't that clear from the earlier comment?"

"Which one?"

"That I have first-hand experience about Carter."

"Romanoff, please."

Hill basically whines. This is way too easy.

"What? You asked."

"I don't need to know these things."

"It's not like it's a secret. Carter and I used to flirt a lot around the base. There was even that one time we were- Oh, he's here. Good talk Commander. Time to put up my A game."

"Good luck."

"Thanks, but I don't need it."

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The mission goes smoothly. The surveillance equipment installed in his apartment, and Natasha gets out without needing to sleep with him or just simply knocking him out (though that could have raised some suspicion on his part). Thank Hill for calling her, when it started to look like she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it anymore.

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A couple of days later, and Natasha finds herself in a bar with Hill and Carter. The latter was currently flirting at the bar with the bartender, and Natasha was at a table with Hill. She has to admit it was pretty nice. Maria seems to be enjoying herself as well and especially seems to like the faces of the other customers who recognise the Black Widow. A gay bar wasn't probably the place one thought they'd run into her. It wasn't Natasha's first time here, (she actually came at least once a month with Carter) but she tended to try and blend in a little more.

"Is she going to come back with the drinks, or should we go get them ourselves?" Maria asks as she watches Carter at the bar. She's smiling and flirting with the bartender like her life depends on it.

"We probably should. I didn't check the bar when we came. Sharon has a thing for that bartender, and I don't think we'll see her at this table again."

"I mean, good for her. She's pretty, and it's clear they're both enjoying it."

Natasha smirks at her even though Hill can't see it. She’s still faced towards the bar.

"So curly haired blonde bartenders are your type as well?"

That got her attention. Not fully, but Hill moved more towards her.

"No. Just analysing."

"For someone who didn't want any personal information about her agents, you're being extremely nosy right now."

Hill turned the rest of the way and was fully facing her again.

"That was different. I don't need to know who is sleeping with whom on the helicarrier, especially from someone other than the people themselves. Carter seems clearly fine sharing this with her superior, or she'd be trying to hide it."

"You're forgetting one minor detail Commander." Maria raises an eyebrow at that. "We're all just friends tonight, so stop thinking about work. Try to let loose a little. We're here because of an op gone well."

A look of confusion passes Hill's face and Natasha loves the little crinkle between her eyes it makes.

"Carter wasn't even part of the op. She doesn't know what happened. She doesn't have the clearance for it."

"She just wanted to come when I asked. Probably just happy she was able to come see Amanda again. Also probably wanted to see you in a bar, if I'm honest."

"Of course." Hill turns again towards the bar where Sharon has probably forgotten she actually came with people, "Should we go get those drinks?"

"Yes please."

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When Natasha wakes up the next morning, she can hear a shower running. Last night was a little blurry, but she has memories of drinking with Hill, maybe even turning on her flirting a little and a very vague memory of falling into bed with her in the end. Which doesn’t make her feel as weird as it should. Sleeping with Sharon (the few times they did) had been weird, but it had been a mutual agreement and never happened in SHIELD. This, with Hill, was definitely way out of line. She was basically her boss, so why does she feel fine with it?

She stretches and slowly opens her eyes. Yup, definitely Hill's room. Should she leave? That's probably something a normal person would do. But she really wants to talk to Maria about it. This ? It could become this . Natasha won't lie, she really wouldn't mind it happening again. She should stay, and they should talk. She sits up on the bed, wrapping the sheets around herself, and waits. She checks the time probably every 2 minutes.

Eventually (roughly 17 minutes later) Maria comes out of the bathroom, hair a little damp, wearing a set of basic SHIELD sweatpants and t-shirt. A look of surprise passes over her face before she schools it down. Natasha smiles at her.

"Nice shower?"

Maria closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I really hoped you would've left by now. Can we just forget that last night ever happened? It was a mistake. I'm sorry. Also I don't know what time it is, but I'm sure I should be at the gym right now."

A mistake? Does Maria really think that? Natasha definitely needs to get her to stay so they can talk.

"It's barely 7am. You don't need to be anywhere; it's your day off."

Basic protocol. After a mission, especially an undercover mission, they have the next couple days away from the field. To file any required paperwork, go to meetings and such.

So if Natasha didn't need to be anywhere, neither did Maria.

"Yeah, well I spend the mornings there, so that's where I'll go."

Maria starts to make her way towards the door, and Natasha bolts up to be between her and her goal. She almost forgets she's not wearing anything and tightens her grip around the sheets before they fall from around her.

"You really think your stomach would handle that right now? I know you gotta have a pretty bad hangover, because even I'm feeling it."

"Well then I gotta be somewhere else. Filing papers or something."

Maria really doesn't want to talk with her. Does she regret it that much?

"Maria, you have nowhere to be. Can't we just talk about it?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't. Not right now," Maria says as she pushes past Natasha and out of her room.

Well that sucked. What should she do now? She sits back down on the bed and massages her temples a little. Maybe she could find aspirin in Hill's bathroom for the hangover and take the opportunity to use Hill's shower since she's already there. Then she'll go look for Barton. Maybe he’ll be up for sparring, and she could maybe vent to him about Maria as well. That'll be as good use for her time as any.

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Character Profile: Ava Lorien

Ava Lorien from Their Illuminating Voices in The Circular Centuries series

Excerpt

(Ava’s perspective)

“You finally heal your wound —which I worked hard on stitching up nicely for you— and what do you do?” He gave her a disapproving, almost fatherly glare. “You go on an off-the-books mission and fry your entire body.”

“Technically, you did say I could start getting back into my regular activities,” Ava said, an impish smile on her face and not a trace of remorse.

“No, I said you could get back into regular activities, not your regular activities,” he corrected. “The regular activities of a regular person, Ava. Go jogging. Knit a scarf.”

Basic Info

Name: Ava Lorien

Age: 23

Ethnicity: Sinhalese, Sri Lankan Malay, White

Gender: Woman

Sexual Orientation: Straight (or at least thinks she is in book 1)

Home Planet: Earth

Occupation: Works for an organization that tries to end wars and protect basic rights across the galaxies

Current home: A house in Toronto with her husband

Plot Info

Situation: Has discovered she might be a part of a prophecy and must gather information to stop the Woman — a ruthless dictator who is trying to hunt down her and her family to prevent the prophecy — while also trying to cope with the trauma from a recent incident with her life and the changing dynamics within her family

Motivation: Keeping her family safe, fighting against tyranny and oppression, wanting to work out her emotional issues for the sake of her loved ones

Personality and Qualities

Greatest Strengths: Bravery, intelligence, persuasiveness, compassion, intuition

Biggest Issues: Impulsivity, co-dependency, obsessiveness, emotional suppression, self-absorption

Greatest Fear: Being responsible for her loved ones suffering

Talents/Skills: Speaks many languages and is good at learning new ones, stealth, gymnastics, knowledge of history and biology, persuasiveness

Family

Husband: Michael

Mother: Tess Lorien

Father (deceased): Jack Lorien

Younger Sister: Dani Lorien

Youngest Sister: Lucy Lorien

Grandfather: Adam Lorien

Sister-in-Law: Athena

Brother-in-Law (estranged): Martius

Godmother: Elle Taylor

Godson: Andy Williams

Friends

Best Friend/Teammate: Zuri Williams

Friend/Teammate: Isaiah Williams

Friend/Advisor: Lyloken

Friend/Doctor: Haphetos

Interests and Lifestyle

Finances: Wealthy (because of her mother)

Education: Bachelor's Degree majoring in Archaeology, training from the Intergalactic Association for Peace and Protection

Religion: Raised Catholic, now a non-denominational spiritual Christian

Interests/Hobbies: Language, archaeology, history, literature, gymnastics, chess

Appearance

(I worked together with my best friend, Nicole Ly, to make this edit. I used artbreeder to create a base image and we used airbrush, pixlr, and face app to edit it)

Height: 5’6

Body Type: Curvy/Athletic

Style: Practical when on missions, sexy and sophisticated when she's free to dress as she wants

Songs

Blinding - Florence and the Machine

Paradise - Coldplay

I'm a Bitch - Meredith Brooks

Building a Mystery - Sarah McLachlan 

Trouble - P!nk

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canon : elena gilbert, lizzie saltzman, mary louise, keelin taylor, bonnie bennett, katherine pierce, cleo sowande fcs : zendaya,  anna kendrick, gemma chan, diane guerrero, katie mcgrath, danai gurira,  vanessa morgan, margot robbie

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canon : damon salvatore, elijah mikaelson, kai parker, rafael waithe, marcel gerard, mg, kaleb hawkins fcs : chris evans, anthony mackie, ben barnes, michael b jordan, jared padelecki, jesse williams, stephen amell

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established: june 26, 2021

revamped: july 23rd, 2021

closed: january 12, 2022

revamped and open for apps: march 14, 2022

created by: cyn

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two questions: why don’t you like harry and do you really think harry villanized the weed video or do you think that was the people attempting to court him (azoffs)

Whew, this is a long one folx!

Why don’t you like Harry [Styles]?

Let me preface this response by saying that I’m a pretty new “fan” if one can still call me that. I got into the One Direction fandom in the summer of last year, and much of my opinions of the boys where shaped by fan reactions. After gathering more and more information however, I realized that the fandom and I were wrong about some things, and over hyping others. 

Still, it wasn’t until this year that I actually broke out of the Harry-centric bubble to realize that the shady goings on where much worse than I originally thought. Add to this my realization that Harry’s music really doesn’t withstand the test of time, and that his persona is pretty Stagnant, and I’ve come to feel rather bamboozled.

Of course I know that the entire point of his PR team is to sway public opinion of him one way, and if I ate it up that was part of the plan. That doesn’t mean I have to like it. It also doesn’t mean I feel any less hurt about it. It also doesn’t mean that I like when other people fawn over him, as quite a lot of what I’m going to say has been public knowledge, and some of it before I was even a fan.

A. Music

 Actually getting to a big part of the problem here, his music isn’t good. Well, not long term like I said in the preface. He doesn’t really have much of a vocal range despite being a singer for more than ten years. He does not care and acts like he does, often leading to him sounding like he’s screaming instead of singing. He’s lyrics are boring and flat, and his melodies are fine, they just don’t make up for his unmemorable lyrics. I personally think that the cause is him more heavily relying on song writers to fill in more in more, but that’s mostly because I don’t want to believe that the same person who wrote Happily and Olivia also wrote At the Dining Table and Treat People With Kindness, because that would just mean he’s getting worse or putting forth less effort. 

Of course one could argue that I’m not a professional, I don’t have the necessary Jargon to correctly critique, and I’m no longer a singer so I can’t even do what he does. But to that I say fuck off. I know what sounds good! I know what I like! 

Even more than that though, If you bought a product (non food), and you could only use that product for the first two weeks you bought it, you’d say it was a shit product! You’d scream from the rooftops that no one should ever buy this product because it’s crap! Well guess what? I pre-ordered Fine Line just to listen for two weeks and never pick it up again except for golden, she’s a funky tune every couple months. 

Besides the test of time, there is still the subject of actual talent/listenability if you will. I feel there’s four main categories when I listen to music that makes it worth listening to

1.Amazing voice

2.Awesome lyrics

3.Funky/ cool ass melody/Beat

4.Catchy as hell

Now, a song doesn’t need to be all four, however the more they have the more likely I am to like the song. Also, I’ve said “main categories” because I’ve definitely had songs were I just through the beat drop was cool, or maybe the bridge was sick as hell, or maybe I just liked the pacing or the way the singer/singers stressed a note. Alternatively there is a sweet spot for me of super depressing lyrics but a melody/ that makes you want to dance. See: most of After Laughter by Paramore, Lola By Mika. But in general, those four usually make me love a song long term.

If it’s an album, it usually Just has to sound like it belongs on the same album/ tell a story. Like I really don’t like albums that sound like it’s just a playlist of songs personally. I should be able to listen to a song and go “oh yeah, that’s off --- album” or I didn’t like the album as a whole. An album is a bit like an outfit to me. It’s not going to be all tops, nor does it need to be monochromatic, but it does need to go together

For Example, I love Four as an album. I thought it was amazing. I still hate Spaces and Illusion. I hate both of their melodies, I don’t like the Illusion intro, I’m not to keen on those lyrics, and they’re definitely not catchy, I skip every time. 

So taking that logic to Harry’s music, I think HS1 works very well as an album, almost all of the songs sound like they’re supposed to be there. And I hate every song but Kiwi. The lyrics are boring/don’t make a ton of sense, the melodies definitely don’t make up for that, he doesn’t have the range, and none of them are catchy! And then you get to Kiwi and she’s got that vibe you know? She’s a pop punk bop and I cannot fucking believe that Harry has one pop punk bop among unmemorable pop rock album.

Going to Fine line, It’s not as great as an album. There are some songs that don’t really feel like they fit? Like just going through the album, cherry doesn’t have any business being there? Like the lyrics fit sure, but what is that weird intro and outro? It probably would have been fine If the song didn’t have those two, but having them there upset the pace a bit I felt. And then there was Treat People With Kindness, which was really Jarring and doesn’t feel like it belongs on the album at all? It  actually feels like it’s trying to be Kiwi - it’s loud and garish, and the lyrics are trying to be carefree, but! It just doesn’t work! TPWK sounds like Hippie music! Kiwi sounds like Brendon Urie could sing it and people would be like “good ol Panic!”. And then the album goes back down into Fine line the song, which again is Jarring because you’ve had this TPWK monstrosity right before it.

Then, looking at the overarching theme of his music, It’s whiny piss baby music He hates to take responsibility for his actions! It’s all in his lyrics! And don’t get me wrong, I love Honest lyrics, but not if the person is an asshole! LIke I fucking hate confessions by Usher specifically becasue he’s talking about how much he’s a piece of shit in the most whiny and piss baby way, making it all about him and no the people he hurt. I also really hate that one song that Zayn did with Usher and Chris Brown, because you have these awful men completely misunderstanding what it means to write a love song, and then you have Zayn at the very end all like “actually I really am in love tho…” Esp Chris browns verse! It boils down to “Hey I know I was a asshole seven billion times but I miss you tho :(“ GIRL BYE! 

Harry sounds the exact same though, Except he can’t even blame himself for his own mistakes, and just wades through self pity about how the object of his affection won’t love him even though he didn’t even do anything except it wasn’t his fault and why are you still mad it wasn’t even his fault and he was young and reckless and drunk and horny. Like??? WRITE A NEW SONG TAYLOR SWIFT 2.0! There’s only so much you can repackage the same narrative before it becomes stale no Cinderella does not count keep that shit coming. And It really jumps out in his writing, even through 1d, although I will say there were some catchy beats, and awesome lines to keep him afloat back then. Although wtf was Walking in the Wind??? Choke!

Then there are the melodies I’m talking post wondee here which often give this 70’s pop rock vibe. Which fine I guess, it’s his brand, but that doesn’t make it interesting. Or new. Or fresh. Or an interesting take. 

Now I completely understand relying on nostalgia to boost people’s opinion, but you could at leas have the decency to actually have good music. For Example, Miss you by Louis Tomlinson has a very distinctive pop rock feel, but it’s also an amazing song. Great lyrics, amazing voice, catchy liddle diddy that happens to be reminiscent of that 2005- 2010 punk pop/emo pop feel. Sour diesel has that like,,,basey 90s pop feel, and it fucking works with the lyrics, and of course his voice is beautiful. When Walls dropped and Lou put out that playlist of songs that were an inspiration, you can hear the influences when you listen to the album, but they’re also really good songs in their own right, with amazing lyrics, and Louis’ distinctive voice. Comparing that to Harry, it seems like he’s mostly relying on people’s nostalgia rather than actually good music.

Okay so this last point I’m making on music is a little petty but it’s been like a week and I’m still pissed about it so I’m saying it now. Someone said that Harry Styles is the best pop rock artist right now???? Just admit that you don’t listen to pop rock tf. Louis Tomlinson is right there. Brendon Urie is right there. Mika is right there. Haley Williams is right there. Janell Monae is right there. I don’t listen to a lot of pop rock lol but i feel my point has been made

B. Public Persona

He get’s so much clout! SO MUCH CLOUT! For doing the bare minimum (this is not specifically about the fandom, that’s for later)! People will write all these glowing reviews of him for him??? Being polite??? Like okay and? Just because a person is polite doesn’t mean they’re fucking Jesus??? There’s a million and one stories so i’m not fucking looking them up but there’s the pizza story and the fish story and the plane story and the snl story and the Stormzy story and the WS story on and on and on! Stop giving this man brownie points for basic human decency. “I didn’t expect him to be like that!” okay is that because of their perception of what a rock star is supposed to be like? Because in that case we need to start holding people accountable for being assholes. Or is it because he seems like an asshole. Cause valid.

I also don’t like him leaning so heavily on the queer image thing. Like! If that’s how he likes to express himself, Fine, But so much of it is just...so manufactured! And I Know I’ve heard people say oh well he wore the one rainbow on his lapel that one time or he wore the shirt or he wore the Keith Harring.

1. That Rainbow pin is sus as hell I don’t care what ya’ll say It absolutely screams set up, if he wanted to not be seen he would have not been seen 

2. That goes for literally every other time. I can’t believe it’s not a set up to push a queer image. (that he profits from!)

3. If he actually did his homework on Keith Harring he’d know that the man was a predator, and he wouldn’t have worn those shirts. It seems so performative! To add to that, does he know now? If so, why isn’t he using his platform to correct his mistake? Why didn’t he come out and let people know not to buy Harring’s stuff??? He knows the pull he has! He absolutely could have been like “I’ve made a mistake, if you are looking for queer artists to support, here’s some” But he fucking doesn’t

4. To add on to that last part, It is actually sus that he gets to profit off of this queer image, and yet the only queer voices that he’s propping up are white gays. And then not even directly? Not a “queer artists, esp queer artists of color are important and need their voices boosted because they are the back bone of society” but this wink nod type of deal, where again, he mainly boosts white gays.like??? One queer black woman that doesn’t work for the Azoffs, and then a bunch of white gays. Like?? That’s not racist to anyone else???????Just me? okay.

Now from a professional point of view, it’s even worse. I’m not saying that artists can’t be campy or blurr gender lines, or imply that they ‘re queer subtly. But I think it’s fucking disrespectful to play both ends. Like, he profits off of using the queer image, all while Dancing around the subject, but then on the back end he never says that Homophobes/Transphobes aren’t allowed in his fandom. He gives this empty ass tpwk and then washes his hands of it. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am always upset when people who have lots of queerphobes in their fandom bullying and harassing the actual queer people never say anything to let queerphobes know they’re unwelcome (clearly money is better than morals) but for me it’s an extra kick to the gut for it to literally profit Harry to seem queer. Look at that time that  gay company sold out shirts in less than an hour,because harry was wearing it and tell me people aren’t throwing money at him because they feel he’s queer. 

C. Fashion

This one is a really rough one for me because this is partially what drew me into Harry in the first place. But he’s really not all that in terms of fashion. He’s expensive certainly, but sometimes, the things that are more expensive are worse. Even When He’s not looking like a grandparent out on the town, his style is very dated, and yet he gets paraded around like he’s the freshest new thing?? Like who is his team paying of for him to get that many articles about how he’s fashion’s biggest star. And the thing is, his style is even dated for the mainstream. There’s already a post about how he copies prominent pop/pop rock stars of the 70s, which means that his style is 50 years old for the mainstream. Now don’t get me wrong, I think it’s totally fine if you’re addicted to seventies wear. I don’t think he should be heralded as this huge fashion star if his wardrobe is this dated

Even more than that. Gucci???? The Gucci with a history of Racism?? The Gucci with the child labor??? The Gucci with the 14 hour days Gucci??? Ugly ass Gucci????? Soulja Boy don’t even fuck with Gucci no more and he fuck with Gucci since like 2007. (although that was because of the racism, not cause it’s ugly)

I think that bothers me the most though. Like it’s not enough to exploit people, you also have to be tacky ugly and expensive???? For what??? @Gucci cease to exist please.

If Harry wants to be tacky ugly and expensive, that’s of course his rights to do so! But don’t act like he’s at the very pinnacle of fashion every time he does. 

I’m actually always very conflicted about that. I personally prefer a style that’s very loud and campy and avant garde but like,,,,that ain’t it. Maybe it’s something you got it or ya don’t??? Like for example Billy Porter could wear a trashbag and make it work. The expensive sweaters and the slacks? The suits? Not a good look on one Harry Styles. Maybe it’s because they’re expensive sweaters and slacks and expensive suits. What are you, Ted from accounting??? Grow up.

D. Treat People With Kindness

Ugh this is the thing that pisses me off like the second to most. This phrase is so fucking empty. You could not have made up a more corporate mandated phrase if you fucking tried. It stands for nothing! Just like him!

Let’s break it down. “Treat people with kindness” is, at face value, a call to action. It’s asking you to do something. But it doesn’t actually tell you what to do!! So it’s pretty inoffensive! You don’t actually have to change your behavior in anyway for two main reasons:

1. What the hell is Kindness??? This phrase never actually says what it is??? It’s just this short little punchy thing that assumes you know what kindness is! What if you didn’t actually know? What if you have differing ideals of what is considered kindness? I mean to my mother, Misgendering me is kindness, but I don’t think that’s kindness. To my father, not letting his children have autonomy is kindness, but I don’t find that kind. And yet they could both use that phrase and feel confident that they go around treating people with kindness. After all they cooked dinner didn’t they? They smiled at Janice from public relations didn’t they? That’s kindness right?

2. It also assumes you know what “people” are. Queer people are people. Queerphobes don’t consider queer people, people. Racists aren’t going to consider some people, people. So they can continue their harassment and dehumanization of them and still be treating people with kindness, because they never harmed actual people (to them)

E. Harry bots

Bitch?? Corporate spies?? Tf ??? That’s not weird to ya’ll ?? I think the thing that shocked me more than someone from Colombia records admitting that he manufactures the hype around people signed to Colombia, is the fact that the Fandom been knew!!!! Ya’ll been knew and ya’ll wasn’t gon tell me???????? I just found out last week wtf????????

Another thing I don’t like about them Harry bots, is it’s one thing to hype up Harry, but why tf do they need to shit on the other boys??? Is it because they’re more talented, good looking, and charming??? How about you get good!!!! I esp hate that it’s usually Louis. What is Corporate’s obsession with putting Louis down like? What a bunch of fucking weirdos?? It’s not enough to be a Harry fan and live up his ass, I gotta hate Louis too?? You lost yo damn mind. If you reading this and you a spy? Die.

F. Capitalism

Honestly that should be the end of it but here the fuck we go I guess. Now I get that there is going to be some capitalism involved when you get music, especially mainstream music, there are tones of articles out there with people who used to be in the industry telling you about how fucking awful it is, all in the pursuit of money. (Which isn’t fucking real by the way! We made it up! People out here getting traumatized! Belittled! Bullied! Married off! So some corporation can make all the money! The Imaginary Credits! That we made up! I hate it here!) 

But it’s another fucking thing to participate in a capitalist system? He invested into that one sleep app, even going to do one of the voice sessions (So you could have Harry Styles themed sleep paralysis) and you pay for that! He makes money off that! It’s not enough that you buy his mediocre music or his ugly ass merch, you also have to give him money through the sleep paralysis app. 

Then there was that Google Camp for Rich People Only! I don’t even want to fucking hear that it was on Climate Change oh wow all the rich people took helicopters and Yachts to a resort with manicured lawns??? To talk about how they treat the environment? That’s not at all Counter intuitive! Not at all for show! Fucking disgusting.

Oh and the Covid Shirt! Really bitch??? You need to Profit off a deadly pandemic? Are you profiting off of AIDS next you fucking bastard. And he can of course get a tax write of for his “ charitable donation” fuck off.

G. Racism

This! This is the thing that gets me the most! YA’LL CAN EXCUSE RACISM???

No, I’m not talking about the Native American Headdress thing, that was plenty despicable on it’s own, No I’m talking about the on going racism. The whole, using black people for clout and then dropping them and never returning the favor when they sing his praises thing. Specifically I’m thinking of Sis the activist, Stormzy, and Lizzo. 

The Lizzo thing pisses me off the most actually. I think it’s very fucking convenient that Harry started taking interest in Lizzo after there was uproar from black fans noting his hypocrisy of performing for Pepsi (Notoriously racist) and Having BLM sticker on his guitar. So he shows up at one of her concerts dressed like a senior citizen that got lost on the way to the retirement home bathroom. She looked fucking amazing and he couldn’t put forth the effort to at least not look senile. Then there was the covering of her songs, and then there was the cuddling up with her at the awards show. Funny how I haven’t seen any interaction after the fact! And Of course everyone forgot about the Pepsi concert! Fuck all the way off!!

Also! Are we just never going to talk about the fact that he didn’t comment on the blm protests earlier this year until his team could gauge whether or not it would be profitable to do so by DATA MINING HIS FAN BASE???? And then when he actually did he got the most praise for it, truly fucking hate it here. Also when he marched with those protesters he made sure we knew it was him. There were posts flouting around everywhere on how to best cover up to make yourself completely unrecognizable should you wind up on camera or fucking worse, get attacked by the police. Funny how Close Sprouse could follow the advice and not Harry? Also supper funny how he got the hell out of dodge before things got super bad and I have not heard anything on the matter since. Guess what Harry??? We’re still out here fighting for the rights to exist! Still wanna have a photo op while our own government tries to squash us with force????? This is like that Jenner Pepsi ad but with sunglasses and a pandemic.

H. Fandom

I think I would hate him less if I didn’t have to hear about him every hour of everyday. Stop Hyping this man so much. Even after unfollowing and blocking a bunch of Harries and Larries he’s all across my dash. And twitter. And insta. KURTIS CONNER FUCKING LIKES HIM I JUST WANTED CRACK CONTENT AND NOW LOOK. 

I. Conclusion.

After writing all this I think the running theme is that Harry Styles isn’t even a person, he’s a brand. I do not like or trust brands! And I definitely don’t like being advertised to! Just like It’s fake as fuck when Absolut is all about queer rights, it’s fake as fuck when Harry does it too. Just like I know Target doesn’t actually care about Black lives, I know Harry doesn’t either. People are always like “oh he’s so nice!” no! He’s polite! There’s a difference. Zayn Is a truly kind person. Liam is a truly kind person. Louis is a truly kind person. It shines though so brightly all the time, and yet people are really out here worshiping the Brand Harry Styles. 

Do I think It was Harry or The Azoffs throwing Zouis under the bus. 

Truly doesn’t matter! Whichever one did it, Harry was totally fine with it! Which tells me that he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. He’ll go along with anything as long as it gets him to the top, and that’s fucked up on one million and one levels