#they are the meanest siblings ever your honor

[gh0st-s0da]

POV you just presented cringe to the court

WOAH LOOK I DID A DIGITAL ART AND IT DOESNT SUCK!!

I love these little weirdos sm

Their stupid smug expressions when they're about to verbally destroy the defense >>>>>

<3 <3 <3 <3

[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part two.

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yourusername from a little boy meeting his heroes to a young man racing alongside them, getting to see all you’ve accomplished throughout the years makes me the proudest sister in the world. 2024 better watch its back, because sargeants always come back swinging.

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logansargeant we pack a mean punch too 👊

↳ yourusername the meanest 👊

user wait no cuz this is actually so cute omg??? i want a sister to make cute posts about me

user definitely can’t wait to see more y/n at the races in 2024

williamsracing It was lovely having you in the paddock this season Y/N! We’re already looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store!

↳ yourusername it was a genuine honor to be there! plus i look great in blue 😉💙

↳ user wait does this mean logan is re-signing??

alex_albon me and lily would love to have you both come round during the break if schedules align! 

↳ yourusername awwww alex!! speaking on behalf of logan, we’d love to!!

user i’m living vicariously through the sibling bond that the sargeant twins have

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mclaren Some of our favourite meme-worthy images of Oscar from 2023! Which is your fav?

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oscarpiastri guys…

user mclaren admin knows what the people want

↳ user mclaren admin feeding us well on this fine day

user these are actually so funny omg mans ain’t got no face filter

landonorris yea so this won’t be necessary for me pls and thx

↳ mclaren We already have the pictures ready! 👍

user i’ve made all of these faces at my tv this year

yourusername oh to be a rubber ducky in oscar piastri’s ice bath

↳ user OH? MY?? GOD???

↳ user UMMMM

↳ user real

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landonorris papaya pals! looking forward to another season with you mate

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user going into cardiac arrest

user damn oscar looking caked up

↳ user i’m glad i wasn’t the only one thinking it

oscarpiastri of all the pictures

↳ landonorris i giveth thy people what they want

↳ yourusername and we thank you for it sir lando 🫡

user MANIFESTING MORE PODIUMS FOR 2024

mclaren Looking forward to another year, boys! 🧡

danielricciardo you’re only posting these to show off your ass

↳ landonorris and if i am?

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yourusername i can still recall our last summer 

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logansargeant it’s december 1st???

↳ yourusername it’s summer somewhere

user i wish i lived in florida

user MAMMA MIA REFERENCE

oscarpiastri ☀️

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user i’m so delulu about what this could mean

↳ user it’s probably just an aesthetic caption?? y’all are fr crazy

↳ user no cuz it’s literally winter rn in the states so why would she post about summer?

↳ user bc she lives in florida?? where the weather is like summer all the time??

You lower your phone and look back to the dark waters crashing against the shore. Logan’s time in Formula 1 has meant you’ve been traveling around the world, getting to experience so much more than you’d ever imagined you would in your lifetime, but nothing compares to the familiarity and comfort of Florida— of home.

And your friends.

“So,” Sophia bumps her shoulder against yours, eyes alight with mischief when you turn to meet her expectant gaze. “Come on,” she teases, “tell me about him.”

You’ve been friends with her for a few years now, ever since moving back to the United States. She was born and partially raised in Belgium, so after spending so long in Europe, she’s the only one who understood the minor culture shock of moving back. You both clicked, and you’ve been stuck together ever since. You’ve learned, however, that if there’s one constant about her, it’s without a doubt her need to gossip about anything and everything— but specifically boys.

You huff out a laugh, “There’s no ‘he’ to tell you about.”

She hums into her glass of wine, eyeing you skeptically.

“There isn’t!” You laugh, shoving her lightly.

She gasps and feigns falling back onto the blanket spread out beneath you. She’s dramatic, too, and that’s another reason you matched so well. She feels like the sister you never had, which makes moments like this feel even more special.

“This back and forth with a certain OP-eighty-one suggests otherwise,” she sing-songs back at you as she sits up, making kissing faces and cackling when you shove at her again.

“I’m not sure how you even know about that,” you grumble. “You don’t even use Instagram.”

“Maybe not, babes,” she casts her gaze out across the ocean, “but I have my sources. So come on, between us girls and us girls only, tell me what’s going on.”

You heave a sigh, gulp down the last mouthful of wine in your glass, and then pour yourself another while she waits. You’re not getting out of this, and part of you does really want to talk about things. On top of being your brother and therefore way more protective than he needs to be, Logan is also Oscar’s best friend and you’re not sure what “bro code” is exactly, but you imagine not dating your friend’s sister is part of it— so he’s out of the question. You’d go to Dalton if you were sure he wouldn’t tell Logan, but they’re loyal to each other and have some sort of unspoken pact when it comes to your love life. You joked once that instead of your dad, it’d be them waiting at the door with a shotgun if you ever brought a guy home, but you’re not sure it was a joke at all with how they act sometimes.

“It started in Bahrain,” you begin, rolling your eyes when she wiggles excitedly and turns her undivided attention to you. “I’ve known him for a while because he and Logan have driven together since they were young, so I messaged him after the race to say that it sucked he had to retire so early into it.”

“And?”

You shoot her a look. “And, we kept talking. One thing led to another and we met up for drinks…” You fiddle with the rim of your glass, glancing back out to the water. You can’t tell if the heat on your face is because you’re embarrassed, or from spending so much of your day under the Floridian sun. “That’s it.”

“That’s it?” She asks incredulously.

“Well—” you purse your lips. “We kissed. Once. When he dropped me off at the hotel. But it was probably just the alcohol or something. I don’t think he wanted it to mean anything. I bet he just wanted to have fun but couldn’t because he had to leave early in the morning.”

She sends you a look. “He was sober enough to drive you back… but you think it was alcohol influencing his decisions? And he kissed you, even knowing he wouldn’t be able to ‘have fun?’ Right. Didn’t mean anything at all.”

You shake your head and huff. “He was upset because he’d had such high hopes for his first Grand Prix and it ended poorly, and I was there to comfort him, so maybe that’s why. He got caught up in the moment, or something.”

“Y/N, I love you. I do. You’re my best friend and you’re like a little sister to me,” she cups your face in her hands and turns you to look at her. “But you can be so dense sometimes, do you know that?”

“Then why hasn’t he brought it up?” You ask, your voice garbled slightly from the way her hands squish your cheeks together. “We saw each other again in Melbourne, to celebrate him getting his first points, and he didn’t say anything then. Or Miami, or England, or Japan.”

She gives you another look and lets your face go. “It’s a two-way street, babe. Why haven’t you brought it up?”

And… that’s a good point. You technically could’ve brought it up, too. You’d just been so afraid of how he would’ve reacted that you’d chosen to keep quiet, preferring uncertainty over rejection. It’s the same reason why you so rarely pursue the things you want. A fear of rejection stands in your way, and you realize suddenly that you could’ve ruined things with someone you genuinely like just because you were afraid.

“You know, like, Schrodinger’s cat," you start meekly. "If you don’t open the box, the cat is dead and alive, because you don’t know. So I never brought it up. Because not knowing is better than him telling me it was nothing.”

She reaches out and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. When she speaks again, her voice is calmer, less accusatory, a murmur against the ambiance of the hissing tide— “But what if he tells you it’s something?”

You groan. “He probably thinks I’m not interested.”

“Y/N—”

“Oh God!” You pull away and bury your face into your hands. “I ruined it all!”

She pries your hands away and looks you in the eye. There’s a sparkle in her gaze, it’s the look she gets when she has a plan.

“You haven’t ruined it. We just have some work to do.”

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis

━━ a/n: i am overwhelmed by the amount of love on the first part of this! genuinely did not anticipate it at all, and i'm so thankful. so here's the second part! i hope it does justice to the first!

[transsexual-dandelions]

Weekly tag Wednesday !!

Thank u for the tags @spookygingerr and @especially-fuk-u !!

Name: dean :D

Age: 18

Your time zone: EST

What do you do for work: I’m in school right now so nothing, but this summer (probably in a couple weeks) I’m working at a pool store and maybe an ice cream shop

Do you have any pets?: yes!! I have a calico cat named Salem, she’s my best friend and so cute I love her so much

What first drew you to the fandom: I kept seeing clips of shameless on TikTok, I finally caved and started watching it over the summer, and I got hooked ever since (averaged a season and a half in a day), lurked around the fandom for a while but then started majorly interacting. I’ve never been normal about anything I’ve ever consumed, this is no exception (autism goes brrrr)

Morning person or night owl?: night owl baby!! Earliest you’ll get me up is 10am, I’ll go to sleep around 3-4 am (I also have insomnia)

What are your hobbies?: any type of art or craft, I paint, sew, draw, bookbind and just random miscellaneous stuff, my last art project was making spikes for my jacket from soda cans. I also read, like, a lot, mainly fanfiction bc special interest, but also I love non fiction (essays, memoirs, political theory) and some fiction (I love love love horror), I’m a major Jack of all trades, just constantly looking for something new to try

How tall are you?: 5’6” baby!

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?: anywhere warm and with a beach, I love summer and I’m built for it, I’ve considered New Orleans a lot for some reason, maybe California but I also hate west coast culture so um there’s that

Favorite color: yellow !! My and my siblings were color coded to prevent fights, and yellow was my color as a kid and it’s just stayed my favorite, and people always unanimously agree yellow is a color that Suits Me, saying i have yellow and sunshine energy, it also just best on me compared to other colors

Favorite book: this is such a hard choice, im going to say the perks of being a wallflower I think, ultimate comfort book really, but I also love to talk and think about Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Favorite movie?: it’s a horror movie called the empty man, it’s SO weird and SO fucked up with the most normal and sane horror protagonist

Favorite fic: I could never choose, one I’ve been thinking about A Lot is the origins of girldadism, but I also love meanest hunk of woman and enemy lines I’ll recommend them till the day I die

Favorite musical artist: I love love love Green Day i could talk abt them forever I’m going to see them in concert this summer and I’m SO freaking excited, honorable mentions are Noah kahan and old dominion

What is your average screen time so far this week?: 8 hours and 10 minutes. Higher than I was expecting considering all I’ve been doing is studying

What’s the first app you open in the morning: Spotify! I need music all the time ever, it helps me get going in the morning on weekdays, and on weekends either tumblr, discord, or Instagram depending on who’s texted me

How long have you been on tumblr: I think this summer will be 6 years?

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: I’m learning my third language (Ukrainian) and planning a fourth (French, probably in college (I’m so done with Spanish bffr)) I also make my own recycled paper! I think that’s always fun to mention

I’m tagging:

@mickeym4ndy @astaraels @em-harlsnow @mickittotheman @transmickey

@transmurderbug

@atthedugouts @jademickian @liza420

And anyone else who wants to !! Ur welcome to do so !! And no pressure, you can otherwise consider this a friendly hello, fist bump, dap, and/or an “I’m thinking of you”

[pinkfey]

OC TAG GAME ｡*･♡;

i was tagged by the lovely @noonfaerie to categorize some ocs + use this picrew; tysm ambie!! 💕💕

♡ FAVORITE OC.

ursula — baldur’s gate 3

my three favorite ocs always alternate between ursula, thea, and audra, but as of right now i’ve really been on an ursa kick!! probably my most universally beloved oc as well?? u guys already know everything abt her—a sailor, a tyrant, a lesson in pride, and the rest!!!!! her backstory makes my soul ache and i just love her sm celebrate pride this year by driving ur gf to her death just like ursula !! 🌈 🌈

♡ NEWEST OC.

lacie lane — infamous (if)

my gorgeous gorgeous girl!! my cocky ex gf!!!! my problematic lead singer!!!!!! u guys know the gist. what can be said abt lacie other than she’s toxic and beautiful and not as in control as she thinks. i’m really eager to see infamous develop so i can think of some juicy lacie/seven content bc as of right now i’ve been in a creative drought 😔

♡ OLDEST OC.

rowena cousland — dragon age: origins

so rowena is technically my second oldest oc (the honor of first belongs to silla 💕) but i’m listing her instead of silla because her story and personality has been consistent for the past ten years whereas silla has evolved!! rowena is proud, stubborn, and clever as the devil—and each of these traits have been both flaw and merit. her relationship with alistair is complex and tragic but mended with a bit of time.

♡ MEANEST OC.

kinasi irress — star wars

honestly ursula and jael were both strong competitors for most cruel oc, but kina takes the cake because, unlike the other two who cultivated strong affinities/bonds in their youth, kinasi has never known kindness. for over thirty years she lived in an environment of fear, hatred, and isolation. all she knew was the vie for power and all she knew was punishment if she failed the social climb. in a world of every-man-for-himself and please-your-master-or-fall-from-grace, community-centric skills such as teamwork, generosity, and emotional support were nonexistent, and so she never developed them. to be “mean,” which is putting it lightly, was just their nature. dog eat dog. need against need.

♡ SOFTEST OC.

ellery lux — pillars of eternity

the sweetest weirdo who ever lived!! ellery is a druid who, after being separated from her parents, raised herself in the forest with no one but the creatures and sun-dappled greenery for company. everything she learned, she learned from the woods—tenderness a kind of virtue no human could have taught her. she’s decisive and gentle and accepting and doesn’t care for social conventions in the slightest AND!!! i love her so much 🌿🦌🤍

♡ MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

salylia dreneri — the elder scrolls: morrowind

she doesn’t mean to be this way, but she’s a stranger in a strange land and her former partner just framed her and there’s some freak talking to her in her head and she can’t help but put herself at a distance from everyone !! though she was always the cool, quiet one—tennebrae did most of the talking.

♡ DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

bright — dungeons & dragons

her true name eaki, bright was given to a halfling village deep in the bramblewood when she was just an infant. an odd combination, tiefling and halflings, but they understood social scorn and ostracization and accepted her completely. when her adoptive sibling fell mysteriously ill, bright, at the behest of the village herbalist, sought out an ancient forest entity, and struck a deal—the life of her sibling (and many boons) in exchange for a favor when the time comes. all this being said, she is not the wisest warlock around. bright is bright for her charm and silliness, not her brains.

♡ SMARTEST OC.

jael khatri — pathfinder: wrath of the righteous

this was another tough one between jael and cath, but jael won because she’s, in the most reductive of terms, a sexy evil experimentalist!! everyone already knows everything abt jael and how her cruelty is clinical and her wit is sharp as a knife from when i first played pwotr last year but i’ll never stop being obsessed with her!!!

♡ OC YOU’D BE BEST FRIENDS WITH IRL.

corintha trevelyan — dragon age: inquisition

this isn’t because i think i’d get along with her best (i think that would be emika or honey??) but because i love a DELUSIONAL girlie. i’d kill to pick her brain fhdjfnfnfbd

tagging!! @malefiicarum @rosebarsoap @lvllns @devilbrakers @bunfey @saintjudegf @ladysanjo @statichvm @aartyom @celticwoman @shadowglens @druidgroves @mrs-theirin @necroticpetals @minaharkers @dantesparda @umbertors @nuclearstorms @liurnia @jillvalcntines @risingsh0t @brujah @solasan and you!!!!!!

[makerkenzie]

Sansa learns the limits of Family.

An idea that keeps coming up in Sansa’s arc is what I describe as: “Family is not destiny.”

Does Sansa love her family? Of course. She loves them, she misses them, she will always regret not having more time with her mother and Robb. 

Westeros is a setting in which politics are tangled up with family dynamics. A noble family represents power as much as it represents love. Members of noble families, especially children, are treated as assets of their Houses before they’re seen as individuals. Examples: any noble marriage ever, fosterage, squiring, service, hostage-taking, and expectations of combat service. 

Sansa knows this; she’s lived it. Her marriage to Joffrey would’ve represented an alliance with House Baratheon and, because we’re talking about the royal family, it would’ve given House Stark much more influence on the governance of the realm. Her being kept as hostage was meant to affect her brother’s political ambitions. Her marriage to Tyrion was supposed to put House Stark’s assets under the Lannisters’ control. She grew up with Theon as a de facto sibling but his purpose in the Starks’ household was to keep his father under control. 

In this system, the family determines the individual’s reputation. Individuals from more powerful Houses are generally treated with more deference and generosity than those from poorer and lower-positioned Houses. From the perspective of a noble child, individuals from the “right” Houses are to be trusted and those from the “wrong” Houses are to be regarded with the most uncharitable assumptions.

In the culture of Westerosi nobility, one is viewed by one’s surname, first, and one’s actions...later. 

As the child of a Paramount-level family---especially, having grown up with loving parents and affectionate siblings---it would be understandable if Sansa bought into this culture. Her own mother’s House motto is “Family, Duty, Honor.” It would be understandable if Sansa were inclined to conflate family ties with one’s sense of duty and honor, and assume everyone else did the same. 

Having been forcibly separated from her family for so long, while kept hostage by people who don’t care to make her feel safe and welcome...it would be understandable if Sansa became more entrenched in the belief of surname as a representation of character.

She’s going in the opposite direction.

Sansa has interacted enough with the royal family to see that they are not a monolith. The non-viability of her marriage to Tyrion is a separate issue from his behavior. When Aunt Lysa asks, Sansa recalls Tyrion as...kind. 

She knows Podrick Payne is related to Ilyn Payne and she doesn’t hold that against him. He’s a nice kid trying to survive in the Red Keep and he didn’t ask to be born into the same House as the official headsman. 

In an early chapter in AGOT, King Robert is making a loud drunken scene at Cersei, and Jaime is the only man there who tries to get him to settle down. Even after Robert knocks him on his ass, he keeps his cool. This is in Sansa’s POV. Contrast that with Ser Barristan, and Renly, and oh, all the other men at the feast who could have intervened, and didn’t. 

When Joffrey was having his Kingsguard knights beat her, Tyrion was the one who put a stop to it, and Sandor Clegane--a kingsguard at that point--used his cloak to cover her. This happens in front of the court in the throne room. Tyrion’s move is the bolder one but Sandor’s kindness is still meaningful. By putting that cloak on Sansa’s body, he is quietly showing the court that he sympathizes with the Stark girl, not the king. Later, he rescues Sansa from the mob in Flea Bottom, and not on Joffrey’s orders. She remembers Sandor coming to her aid. Meanwhile his older brother is leading the Lannister troops’ invasion of the Riverlands. Sandor is nothing like his brother and Sansa knows that. 

She knows Tyrion is not like Cersei. Tommen is not like Joffrey. Podrick is not like Ser Ilyn. Jaime is not like the other Kingsguard. Sandor is not like his brother, not like the other Lannister vassals, not like the other Kingsguard, either. 

Either way, Littlefinger takes her out of the Red Keep and up to Aunt Lysa and Cousin Robin at the Eyrie. It’s the first time she’s been around blood relations since her father was executed. First of all, Aunt Lysa starts talking about marrying Sansa to Robin, which, first of all, yuck, and second: because Lysa is the only adult family member presently available to Sansa, she’s not really in a position to refuse. Anyway, because Sansa can’t catch a break from people trying to plant their flags on her ass, Littlefinger starts molesting her. Aunt Lysa, being the nearest equivalent to a parent in Sansa’s life...treats her like a homewrecker.

Aunt Lysa was born into House Tully, the one whose motto is “Family, Duty, Honor.” When she sees her new husband behaving inappropriately with her teenage niece, she tries to toss the girl out the Moon Door. Is that what Family-Duty-Honor looks like? Granted, Lord Hoster fucked up with Lysa pretty hard, but there’s no need to take that out on your sister’s daughter. 

Now this much is bad enough: Sansa’s own aunt is trying to kill her out of jealousy. There’s that. The much bigger issue is where the conversation goes as Littlefinger talks Lysa down from the literal and figurative ledge. She mentions that she killed her first husband, Hand of the King Lord Jon Arryn, using the poison Littlefinger gave her. She wrote to Catelyn, at Littlefinger’s instructions, and told her the Lannisters killed Jon. 

If we recall: Ned and Cat spent all of AGOT trying to prove the Lannisters killed Jon Arryn. The fallout from that investigation started the War of Five Kings and cost Ned his life. Because of that fallout, Sansa was held hostage at the Red Keep and forced into marriage with Tyrion. Because of that fallout, Cat and Robb have just been murdered at the Red Wedding and Arya is off who knows where doing Seven only knows what. Far as Sansa knows, her brothers Bran and Rickon were killed by Theon Greyjoy and she has no way of knowing Arya is even alive. Aunt Lysa is the only family member left in a position to take care of Sansa now, because of the war she and Littlefinger started. 

In more news of Littlefinger’s machinations: because he conspired with the Tyrells to frame Tyrion for Joffrey’s murder, Sansa’s life at the Red Keep went from uncomfortable to untenable, with Littlefinger being the only one ready to rescue her. She’s dependent on him because of his political sabotage, so now he’s molesting her at her aunt’s house, and her aunt has to be coaxed and cajoled out of killing her. 

It’s because of Littlefinger’s machinations that the Lannisters became the Starks’ enemies. Granted there’s no version of this story in which the AGOT-era Starks and Lannisters are buddies, but there could’ve been a story where they haven’t been actively trying to kill each other. 

Sansa’s been places and met people enough to know the Lannisters are not consistently villainous and her own family are not reliably safe. 

Unbeknownst to her Sansa (yet), Tyrion’s squire Podrick Payne is traveling around with a big warrior-lady carrying a Lannister-branded Valyrian steel sword. A gift from Jaime Lannister. Cersei’s twin brother, and the one man with the backbone to ask the drunken king to stop embarrassing himself. Unbeknownst to Sansa, Ser Jaime has just deserted his army because he’s helping Brienne and Podrick rescue Sansa out from under Cersei. 

They have this assignment because Catelyn stepped away from her animosity to the Lannisters for a moment long enough to give Ser Jaime a chance to do the right thing. That Jaime is rejecting the Lannister regime in favor of Stark-Tully interests has a lot to do with Brienne’s influence, while the likely success of their mission will probably have to do with Sansa’s conduct at the Red Keep. It’s Podrick Payne who’ll recognize Sansa with her hair dyed brown, and Podrick who has the best chance to convince Sansa that Lady Brienne is good and Ser Jaime is on their side. 

Winter is Coming. The Stark motto isn’t nihilistic; it is a call to action. The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. It’s the spirit of mutual protection, care, and cooperation that keeps the pups alive in the darkest and meanest times. 

Sansa is gradually learning that “the pack” isn’t just those who share her family tree. The pack is made up of the ones who show up. When the wolves are tossed to the four winds, the pack may welcome the strength of lions. Unbeknownst to Sansa, the Hound showed up for Arya and may yet appear and join her pack. The real danger is the mockingbird. 

It was Sansa’s own family---her mother’s sister and foster brother---who created the conflict that drove the Starks into war with the Lannisters. Now it’s Lannister associates coming to her rescue. There may yet be a story in which the wolf and the lion work together and learn to trust each other. Sansa can help write that story. 

[meikodenji]

CODA

Part 1, 2, 3, 4:

Outcast

"Hey Joey!" The boy's dad knocked on his bedroom door. Joey lowered the volume of his speaker that played a song by Guns N' Roses as he continued with the workout. "Yeah, Dad?" "Your cousins are here. I have to go with your tíos." His son opened the door. "Let me guess, the ol' Buffet Night." Joe raised an eyebrow.

"Sure is, cous." His blued eyed cousin, raising his hand with a take out order. "Got your favorite." "Thanks, Carl." He turned to his dad. "Okay, I'll see you later, bud." With that, his dad went out the door to join his siblings and in-laws. ...

"Oh, come on!" Joey exclaimed as Benny won the gambling they were doing. LJ laughed as she and her brother split the money. Mickey and Carl ate, watching in amusement.

The cousins, who saw themselves as siblings, had a great time until it was time to hit the hay.

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The lunch server slipped the balanced tray over to the hazel eyed teen. He and Miguel tried to find a place to sit, their eyes catching Kyler and his group at the vending machine. They walked around and almost every table was full. They saw two boys their age sitting at a pretty empty table. Joseph kindly greeted, "Is it cool if we sit here?"

One of the boys who was in a yellow plaid shirt, sarcastically replied, "Sorry, table's really blowing up right now." The other boy in a green sweater smiled at his friend's words. "I can put you on the waitlist, but it's probably next semester at the earliest." The standing boys nodded their heads, "Uh, okay." But they were stopped by him. "No, I'm kidding. Sit."

They sat. "Miguel." "Joseph." "Demetri. This is Eli." Miguel nodded at him as Joey said hey, Eli kept quiet but gave a nod. "He's a man of few words." Joey noted that and ate his lunch as he thought to himself. He got little sleep from all the ruckus his father made when he was dragged into the apartment by his older brother and brother-in-law. It sounded like he was laughing, sobbing and singing? very out of character. The only thing Joey knew is that Dad had a long day yesterday. Demetri stopped his train of thought, seeing a group of rich looking girls pass by. "Dude, don't torture yourself. Those are the rich girls." He darted at Miguel.

Miguel questioned, "Do you talk to them or..." "Oh, yeah! All the time." The boy jokingly said. "We hang out after school, make out, give each other hand jobs." Joey snorted at the joke. "Eli here is the homecoming king. Gets laid more than anyone. Isn't that right, Eli?" Eli smiled turning to his new friends.

"Talk to them? You realize what table you're sitting at, right?" Dem explained, "You've pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college." Joe shrugged his shoulders, "What's the deal? My dad didn't lose his until his late 20s. We've got time." The boys nodded. Eli's voice stopped their nodding, "Oh shit, Yasmine's looking at us." They turned to see a blonde looking right at them. "Probably just making fun of me."

Joey patted him on the shoulder, "Don't let it get to you, man. Give 'em a few years and they'll wise up." Miguel agreed, "Yeah, I don't think she's making fun of you. I mean, just because they're hot doesn't mean they're mean." Demetri shook his head at that, clearly Miguel has no clue what those rich kids really are.

Yasmine talked to her friends, "Oh my God, you guys, you see that guy over there who looks like he went down on a lawnmower?" The group kept eye contact with that group of girls, Joey giving a killing side eye look at her. "He's literally wearing the ugliest sweater I've ever seen." They laugh, one of them commenting it as wrong. "Speaking of wrong, check out Fug-lisha." A girl in a red plaid vest sat at the tale close to the one with the new friends. Aisha smiled at one of them.

Demetri looked at her in awe. "I don't care if Yasmine is the meanest girl in school. I'd kill the  three of you just to get her to spit in my face." Joe chuckled. "If you don't make a move, you'll never have a shot." Miguel said. "True, but I'll also never suffer a humiliating rejection." Dem pointed out. "I'm at peace with my depression. Last thing I need to be is suicidal."

Miguel stood, confusing the three. "What are you doing?" "He's striking first." Joe answered. "Oh, shit." The boy winced. "Hope we don't get hit with the shrapnel." "Eh, he'll learn."

Diaz walked to the table with peaking confidence. One of the girls noticed him and smiled. Then the moment was cut short when the group of Kyler came to their table. It seemed like the girl was seeing the douche, he laughed at him. "See you later, Rhea." Brucks laughed as he went back to his friends. Sitting down and taking a sip from his chocolate milk,  Demetri questioned the obvious, "So, how'd it go?" Joe gave a sympathetic pat on Miguel. "You'll get her next time, Migg."

The lunch block went on and the bell rang.

"Hey, Eli?" The boy hummed. "Do you know where Chem Honors is?" "I, uh, Dem and I have it next. We can walk?" "Yeah."

About 45 minutes into the class, the three were talking about their favorite things. Turns out, they had a lot in common along with Miguel. Their commotion stopped when the teacher's voice called, "Joseph Byers!" They looked up at her. "Joseph Byers to the office." He put his stuff away, "Can you tell Miguel when you see him?"

"Yeah, for sure." "Thanks. Fue un placer conocerte. See you." He left both in confusion and

Joseph walked into the office to see his aunt and Carl. "What's going on?" "Sweetie, it's an emergency. We have to go, okay?" They quickly made their way out of the school and into his aunt's car. Joe, in the backseat, spoke, "Carl? What happened? Are my yayas all right? Pa?"

"Your daddy was in a terrible hangover that your uncle had to take him to the hospital." His aunt explained, letting her son take it.

"They have no idea how much your dad drank last night or that he even drank." Lucien continued. "The doctors said he was hallucinating, almost like a lucid dream? But he really, really wants to see you."

Joseph's mind raced. What the hell is happening?

Boom! Crossovers galore :)

[agirlwithachakram]

i had the meanest 10th grade bio teacher. I would’ve felt sorry for her because I bet she was lonely. she was 54 and she looked 85. she was a mediocre teacher at best and had no patience for the energy of sixteen year olds. one day we saw flurries out the window, and they got thicker and faster until it was a solid snowfall, and we were all excited, because SNOW (this was in northwestern VA, where we used to get three-ish good snows per winter) and getting out of school early and sledding and fun! and she’s like “what are you all whispering about? What is so important that you need to be rude in class”

and one guy goes “it’s snowing!”

and she’s all “oh, so just because it’s snowing, you get to interrupt class?”

and the entire class goes “yes!!” and she didn’t have control at all for the next five minutes because she was mean and we didn’t respect her.

I got strep that year, in the fall, right when my crew was performing our one-act for competition at our school. it was an atrociously written one-act, some anti-war screed that no one edited, that didn’t end up feeling like it could even exist in the real world, but in some other dimension, in some time period that was probably vaguely steampunk anachronistic nonsense. Anyway. I had the role of the littlest sibling, because i’m tiny and that’s my lot in life, and the director of a propaganda film, which was more fun. my mom took me to the office with the note about having strep, and they were like “yeah please go home, don’t spread that.” all good. I did however go to the competition, because you can’t rework a play in two hours and everyone was doubled up on roles anyway.

the principal was there--i don’t like him because he’s homophobic, but he liked me because smart good grades no trouble--and had access to the information that i had taken the day off. and it wasn’t a problem. technically you aren’t allowed to go to extracurriculars if you don’t go to school, but it was a Virginia High School League event and it reflects on the principal how well the school performs in VHSL stuff. and unlike in sports, missing two characters in a play means you don’t do the play.

Unfortunately, I got honorable mention for acting, which was announced the next morning in homeroom over the PA system, so my bio teacher took it upon herself to read me the riot act for breaking the rules, which...really wasn’t her problem. I really think she just wanted to be mean. she made me cry.

i made a teacher cry once, but it was a different teacher, unfortunately.

a couple years later, my friend, who was mr square (i think), nicest kid you’d ever meet, good grades, upstanding gentleman told me that he asked her if he could borrow a triple beam balance for his bio project. for her class.

and she says, “do you think I’m stupid?”

and he’s like ...what...

“i know you’re just going to use it to sell drugs to your friends.” (he wasn’t. I’m 100% certain of that.)

he just kind of stands there blinking like what the fuck just happened, then walks next door to the friendly chem teacher with the funny suspenders and pleasant manner. the chem teacher lent him a balance no questions asked.

she died a few years after i graduated. I don’t think she ever hit 60. and her health insurance company bailed on her. so i did have some sympathy.

there isn’t a point to this story, she was just my least favorite teacher and i don’t know why you’d teach high schoolers if you don’t like them.

also she sucked at teaching.

[mysticalfriends]

Anon Asks: RFA reacting to an MC with a fuck ton of cats

Hey there y’all. The excitement is great, almost 100 followers. We’re planning on doing something for the big event, and there will be a poll posted sometime on Saturday with a couple options for y’all to choose from. We’re all really happy that someone likes our writing (like wow, we never expected this~) and we’re so honored that y’all decided to join us in our fun. Anyways, have another head canon, y’all~

<3 Mod Vem

Yoosung -When he finds out that you have cats he’s excited to meet them -Until MC asks him to come over and meet them -MC starts listing off names while pointing out which is which -Yoosung knows that cats are social animals, they like having friends -but for the apartment where MC is living, this is too many furry friends -Yoosung finally just asks how many cats you have -6? That’s...a lot of cats. But momma cat had 5 kittens, and if you can’t find homes for them you’re certainly not going to kick them out on the streets -Yoosung knows the feeling, you can’t just abandon them. They’re a family. -Once he gets to see the cats together, chilling out and not acting stressed he settles down -He becomes a cat whisperer, spending time over at MC’s place is really helping him learn about feline behavior -It takes him a while, but he does learn all their names, even though he always gets Tootsie and Footsie mixed up.

Zen -Nope -No -Why did you think this was a good idea again? -He loves you, very very much, and he’s willing to try for you. He’s not going to ask ‘me or them’, he’s afraid of what the answer might be -He doses himself with allergy meds and braves the fray, and knocks on your door -He braces himself for the sneezing -MC greets him and he walks into the living room -and screams -It was a very manly scream, and he would like you to know he heroically jumped in front of MC to defend his lady from the demons -Wow Zen, I’ve never heard anyone call my cats a shriveled pack of goblins before -With their big floppy ears and bald wrinkly faces they do look like goblins, or bats -They are the ugliest things he has ever seen. But he’s not going to tell MC that. -And it just so happens that they’re hypoallergenic. Zen’s allergies don’t act up around them. -He refuses to admit that he likes them though. He’d never hear the end of it from Jumin. -Jaehee, however, does have a photo of Zen sleeping on the couch with Fizzles sleeping in the crook of his arm, courtesy of MC

Jaehee -Jaehee knows you have cats, she’s seen the traces of fur on your clothes -But she doesn’t expect there to be so many of them -She stops and stares in shock at the 4 kittens chasing each other around the coffee table -and what is apparently their mother cleaning another 2 in a fluffy cat bed -And the biggest, meanest looking cat she’s ever seen lounging across the back of the couch in a patch of sunlight -Before she works herself up into righteous indignation MC heads her off -I know you don’t care for cats, but only Victoria belongs to me. The rest of them are foster cats from the shelter, here to be socialized for future homes -Now Jaehee appreciates community service. It’s important to help out causes that are important to you -But did it really have to be cats? -So long as Jaehee isn’t responsible for their care (and MC is very practiced at handling their charges) she doesn’t mind that much -And it obviously makes MC happy -And they both cry when it’s time to send the batch of kittens off to their new homes

Jumin -Unfortunately, Jumin had to be away on business -MC was kind enough to offer to take care of Elizabeth the 3rd -He hated leaving them both all alone -So it was a suitable arrangement -Especially when MC told him they had cats of their own -He worried about Elizabeth the 3rd. How would she handle meeting the other cats? -But he trusted MC to know how to properly handle the situation -When he got back he went directly to MC’s apartment, he wanted to surprise them -But he certainly didn’t expect that -Elizabeth the 3rd was cuddled up with a beautiful orange male, they were grooming each other, as a tortoiseshell looked on jealously -Instant protectiveness -After MC greeted him, they opened up a can of cat food and another 3 sets of eyes magically appeared around corners, before they slunk around the edges of the room to their dishes, one of them looking painfully round -MC was more than happy to explain that they had a business breeding calico and tortoiseshell cats -They really knew a lot about their cats. While he knew about Elizabeth the 3rd, there was a lot he didn’t know about cats in general. -He was more than happy to support them, and in return MC was more than happy to let her pets test out any of his feline products -They had a system, and it worked

Seven -For a while MC wouldn’t even let Seven over -He knew she had cats -They said that they couldn’t handle a lot of stress -And that’s okay, not every cat wants to play all the time -But eventually MC relented -but he had to promise to leave them alone -He was just so excited when he drove over -Until he got in and saw them -They were all so old, or thin, or sick -MC had a deal with the local shelter, they called MC’s apartment the ‘Hospice for Hopeless Cats’ -He was so proud of her, taking care of all these lost causes -It still didn’t stop him from tossing around a few toys to the energetic ones -and when Sir Purrcival decided to chase his headphone wires -That just made his week

Saeran -He didn’t understand why people wanted pets -She certainly never allowed them -So when MC offered to introduce him he was wary -He wanted to get away from Saeyoung though -He was feeling smothered -After MC reassured Saeyoung that there wouldn’t be any problems, he was released with an embrace -He stared at MC. He didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to apologize? How do you even say “I’m sorry for kidnapping you?” -MC just smiled at him, and led him into the living room. Apparently he’s not supposed to say anything. -They handed him a ziploc bag full of green...what sort of spice was this? It didn’t smell like oregano... -There was a rush of bodies low to the ground at the door -He shrunk back into the couch, and went completely still -The bodies resolved to be cats, and they were very interested in the bag he was holding -It was a swarm, and they weren’t particularly picky over where they were standing. -One of them thrust their face inside and almost knocked it out of his hands before MC took pity on him -“Tiberius, don’t be rude to our guest!” They pulled the tall, obnoxious cat away. “Feel free to push them away if they get too nosy, they know their manners. They just forget them when they get excited sometimes.” -Well doesn’t that sound familiar. Despite himself, Saeran felt a grin on his face. -After a while of letting the cats investigate him and the bag of catnip they wandered off -All except for the small one half-perched between his shoulder and the back of the couch cushion -“Oh don’t mind Nugget. She likes to be tall.” He stuck out a hand and let her sniff it in introduction -Nugget then pressed against his hand so forcefully she fell over and slid down into his lap -Where she proceeded to make herself comfy, and started up the cutest purr -And her fur was so soft he couldn’t stop petting her -It was comforting

V -He...doesn’t actually realize that MC has more than one cat -They just never seemed to appear in the same room at the same time -so when he told MC that he really liked how friendly their cat was -MC was all, “I don’t know, I think Andromeda can be kind of rude. Chiron is the nice one.” -“What do you mean the nice one? I thought you only had 1 cat?” -He could just hear MC’s incredulous not-laughter -“I’ve got 5 cats, but they’re siblings, so they’re all pretty identical” -And MC went and collected the cats one by one -Everytime they brought out another cat his jaw dropped lower and lower -And they were pretty identical -He has never felt more embarrassed -How is it that in 3 years no more than 1 of these cats has ever been in the same room as him at a time?

[pueraeternuspan]

99 questions for the MUSE and 1 question for the MUN.

//Note: I kind of went from me talking about him to him talking about him.. he decided to take over late -_-

Rules: Don’t reblog! Repost with your own answers, tag whoever you want

Developing a character.

1. What is your full name?

Puer Aeternus, Peter Pan, Malcolm. (he has multiple names since he had like centuries of living)

2. Where and when were you born?

It is unknown. He had stated once he had been on earth for a thousand years. He could have been around much longer but he cannot remember. He was supposedly born in what is now called Kensington Gardens

3. Who are or were your parents? (Names, professions, personality …)

His parents are unknown. He was raised by the fae, a queen and king while in the garden.

4. Do you have siblings?

Not by blood. He considers some Lost Ones his siblings.

5. Where do you live now and with whom? Describe the place and the people who live with it.

Lives in Neverland, natives, merpeople, pirates, beasts, faeries, some lost children live on the island to. The land is small at a distance but much larger when on it, crammed with danger and adventure.

6. What do you do?

I'm an explorer, captain of the lost ones, a warrior, and of course a guardian of Neverland. King some call me. I just am a boy that has fun.

7. Write a complete description about yourself. You should consider height, weight, race, hair color, eyes and tattoos, scars or any other mark that differentiates you.

I stand about 5'8 since my time in the Underworld, Hades thought it was funny to force me to grow up some. My weight.. I'd say 112 lbs. Could be more or less. I'm thin without my wristbands and outfit. I'm half-fae half-human at this point. My eyes are a wild green. Tattoos? Eh none really (depends on the verse). I have many scars from Hook, beasts, and other beings on the island. Most hidden under my tunic. My hair is brown in color and messy. I wear a thimble around my neck at times from Wendy (hidden most of the time. It is dented since it saved him once from an arrow.)

8. What social class do you belong to?

Middle Class on Earth. High Class on Neverland.

9. Do you have allergies, illnesses or other physical weaknesses?

I can get sick easier on earth. Neverland is different, it lacks pollution and stuff. So I tend to have trouble staying for long. Physical weakness? Hmm hit me in the right place on my back and I will be unable to fly.

10. Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Right handed?

11. How does your voice sound?

British I say. Not really deep but not really high either.

12. What phrases or words do you use frequently?

Peter Pan Never Fails, Believe, Adults/Grownups (idiot, dumb, etc that goes with that.), Bloody/Bloody Hell, Laddie.

13. What do you carry in your pockets?

A vial of dreamshade, a vial of pixie/fairy dust, arrowhead, some acorns. 14. Do you have tics, hobbies, strange habits or other characteristics that define you?

No tics I don't think (not counting the brow raising), hobbies include hunting, killing, flying. Strange hobbies? Hmm I like playing a pirate at times. No one is the wiser.

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

(From Malcolm): I lacked a childhood because I was sold by my own father as a child to a blacksmith. Only thing childish was dreams I could slip into. (Pan):  It was fun. It still is fun.

16. What is your earliest memory?

I remember voices. I think it was my mother, it was kind.. but also the words frighten me. I can't remember the words. Just fear. I remember Tink introducing me to the Faerie King and Queen.. and them saying my name.

17. What studies do you have?

None? Does being taught by Fae, Natives, Pirates, and Merpeople count? 18. Did you have fun at school?

Didn't go to school?

19. Where did you learn your skills?

Neverland. Captain Hook does deserve a thank you because he taught me unintentionally.

20. Have you had models to follow in your childhood or adolescence? Describe them.

I'd say hmm don't let him know. But the Codfish. He was interesting.

21. Growing up … What kind of relationship did you have with the members of your family?

No family and no growing up.

22. What did you want to be when you grew up when you were a child?

Hmm I wanted to be a ruler of the world. Rule over those annoying adults.

23. What were your favorite activities as a child?

I like hunting and exploring Neverland and the Neversea.

24. What personality traits did you have when you were a child?

I guess I was more innocent and kind hearted way back when.

25. Were you a popular kid? Who were your friends and what were they like?

I'm sort of a guardian of neverland. I think I'm popular?

26. When and how was your first kiss?

My first kiss. It was sudden. It brought forth feelings I never knew I had. Wendy saved me that day..

27. Are you a virgin? If you are not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

Um... no comment (depends on the verse.)

28. If you are a supernatural being (eg magician, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you have become or have learned your own abilities. If you are a normal human, describe any influence that has led you to do what you do today.

Didn't I explain it already? I was born mortal as any other baby I suppose. The Queen always said I was once which is why I lack wings of a Fae. But I stayed among them and slowly I become more Fairie than human. It is hard to explain but you can stay with them forever if they trust you and care for you enough. I was brought to Neverland on the behalf of The Shadow. Chosen to be a Guardian of Neverland (the Natives, Merpeople, Beasts have a guardian.) And so I accepted. I am now the Guardian of Neverland. The only one. I don't know for sure why but I am the King now.

29. What do you consider the most important event in your life so far?

My first flight.

30. Who has had the greatest influence on you?

Once again, tell him and I'll gut you. But Hook.

31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Becoming King of Neverland.

32. What is your greatest repentance?

Tinkerbell's death and returned to life. It made me realize that not everything is a game.

33. What is the meanest thing you’ve done?

Hmmm meanest thing... meanest thing (ignores cutting off James' hand, killing Lost Boys, torturing things) .... nope got nothing.

34. Do you have any criminal records?

With the human laws. Needless to say I'd have been locked away for life. 35. When was the time when you were most afraid?

Tinkerbell dying. I never felt fear like that before and never wish to feel it again.

36. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?

No one will know my embarrassing things EVER.

37. If you could change a thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

I don't know.

38. What is your best memory?

Wendy and discovering Neverland.

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic

41. What is your greatest fear?

Growing up.

42. What are your views on religion?

Eh. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Some call me a God. Great God Pan funnily enough.. I am no goat man though.

43. What are your views on politics?

Waste of time.

44. What are your views on sex?

Whatever with me.

45. Could you kill? Under what circumstances would you find killing something acceptable or unacceptable?

I would wake a pirate just to slit their throat... what does that tell you? I'm a tad honorable though, if I'm challenged I will fight fair-ish.

46. In your opinion, what is the meanest thing a human can do?

Lying to me, trying to trap me, try to make me an adult.

47. Do you believe in the existence of “soul mates” or true love?

I want to say yes. I've seen it a few times in my long life.

48. What do you think makes a successful life?

To live how you want.

49. How honest are you about your feelings and thoughts (eg, do you hide your true way of being from others, in what way?)?

50/50. I can either be very honest or hide my thoughts.

50. Do you discriminate or have prejudices?

Only towards adults. If you prove you are trustworthy I will tolerate you.

51. Is there anything you refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Betray Neverland. I rufuse to harm Fae, even if it was a choice between me and them.

52. Why or who, if there is, would you die (or do other extreme things)?

Tink, some lost boys, Wendy or any of the Darling family.

53. In general, how do you treat others (Sincerely, rudely, keeping them at a distance, etc.)? How you treat them changes according to how well you know them, and if so, how does it change?

keeping them at a distance unless I approach first. The longer I know you, the more I either grow closer or distant.

54. Who is the most important person in your life and why?

The Darling Family, Tink. Why? I care I suppose. They are the only ones I can remember and care for.

55. Who do you respect the most and why?

I respect myself most. I respect some natives, merpeople, Fae, and some people.

56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe those people.

Slightly, Nibs, Toodles, The Twins, Curly, Tink, Wendy, Michael, John.

57. Do you have a spouse or person of affection? If so, describe that person.

Not really (depends on verse).

58. Have you ever fallen in love? If so, describe what happened.

I fell in love with Wendy. I use love very loosely because it was a game.

59. What are you looking for in a potential lover?

Someone who understands me, won't tame me, understands how wild I can be. Love me for myself.

60. How close are you to your family?

I'm close to my lost ones.

61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If so, you want? Why or why not?

(Malcolm): I had tried. Fiona was my one and only love and I had a son named Rumple. It was nice until fate destroyed it. (Pan): like.. love? family by blood? No. Not my thing.

62. How would you react if you were desperate for help?

It is rare. Very rare but expect me to bow to the one I'm asking for help. I will be in their debt if they do that.. and who can pass up Pan owing THEM a debt.

63. Do you trust someone to protect you? Who Why?

No. I can protect myself, they should think of themselves.

64. If you die or go astray, who would miss you?

The land, the beings on it. Children on earth would miss me, they would be sad.

65. Who is the person you most despise and why?

Hmm I don't know. Funnily enough I don't despise Captain Codfish.

66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Fight Me!

67. Do you tend to take the leadership role in social situations?

I tend to be a leader. I can play follower for so long.

68. Do you like to interact with large groups of people? Why or why not?

No. I have a bit of anxiety that grows in large groups I don't know.

69. Do you care what others think of you?

Nope.

70. What is your favorite hobby (s) or hobby (s)?

Adventure, Hunting

71. What is your most treasured possession?

the thimble necklace,

72. What is your favorite color?

Green, Black, Blue?

73. What is your favorite food?

Steak.

74. What, if there is, do you like to read?

Fantasy/Adventure novels.

75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

Music, movies.

76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to leave it / s?

I drink at times when I'm bored. (he does drugs in other verses). Never really want to leave it.

77. What do you do on your typical Saturday night?

Sitting at my Thinking Tree.

78. What makes you laugh?

Merpeople jokes? Blood.. death... um I mean?

79. What, if there is, does it shock or offend you?

Assuming my choices in life.

80. What would you do if you had insomnia and should you find something to relax?

I always have insomnia. I don't really like to relax unless I know I'm alone.

81. Do you get the stress?

battling near daily brings stress..

82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to plan?

Can be one or the other.

83. What makes you angry?

Adults, certain words, calling me a coward.

84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when that routine is interrupted?

Sleeping half the day, flying around while exploring, killing some enemies, hunting a boar for dinner. Watching over the sleeping lost boys.

85. What is your greatest strength as a person?

My thoughts, magic,

86. What is your greatest weakness?

I am not sure.

87. If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?

Nothing?

88. Generally, are you introverted or extroverted?

Both? It depends on the situation.

89. Generally, are you tidy or cluttered?

I'd say tidy?

90. Name three things in which you consider yourself very good, and three in which you consider yourself very bad.

Very good:

Magic

Way with words

Sword/Knife skills

Very bad:

Trusting

Tends to kill and ask questions later...

Thinks is invincible.

91. Do you like the way you are?

Yep!

92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing anything heroic that an RPG character would do)? Do the real reasons you do differ from what you say in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons)

Life is an adventure, my friend. Every day could be my last and I intend to make the most of it. Searching for the precious treasures, uncovering ancient legends, learning and reading languages long thought dead.

93. What is the goal you most want to accomplish in your life?

Make a world that is safe for children. Where they can never fear their parent, never be abused or neglected. Neverland can only do so much but I can only take so many..

94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Still doing what I do now? I don't know.

95. If you could choose it, how would you like to die?

Fighting

96. You know you’re going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do before your time runs out.

Choose a new leader Probably talk to the Darlings Talk with the dear captain and I think we'd have one final fight. Hey he wouldn't know I'm dying so when I die he'd assume he finally killed his worst enemy. Last good deed.

97. Why would you most like to be remembered after your death?

I think I'll always be remembered in stories. Peter Pan, no matter how you paint me. Hero or Villain. I want to be known for a savior of lost souls and truly the boy who won't grow up.

98. Which three words best describe your personality?

Sarcastic, Cunning, Wise/Immature?

99. What three words would the others use to describe you?

Asshole, Freak, Demon?

100. (Question for the mun) If you could, what advice would you give your character? (You can pretend that you are sitting in front of you and use the right tone for him / her to pay attention to your advice)

Stop being a prick to people geezus crimity! Seriously my only advice is maybe you can act more human and less demon with some people.. and by some I mean 98% you meet. You aren't an island and you may eventually have to ask for help OUTSIDE those living on Neverland (or Storybrooke, Auradon, etc)

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Sir Percival Is Very Nice And Disconcertingly Gullible Part 1

HELLO citizens. Today, I want to share with you the story of a certain Knight of the Round Table who knows how to maneuver his foot around people’s asses, looks like a prim and proper lady in a skirt, and also doesn’t know what a penis is. I am talking about the one and only Sir Percival. But before Sir Percival was a Sir or Percival, he was a lady, a cute girl, an adorable toddler. No, there’s no magic involved, no magic transformation, it’s just that he was raised as a girl (culturally speaking, in relation to the time) by his mother, and he never really questioned it, because to question things, you need life experience, and you get more life experience from cleaning dirty fingernails than you do cooped up in a caslte. Oh yeah, by the way, his mother kept him cooped in a castle and he was ffffffforbidden from ever leaving it. Also, I’ll have to split this in parts because it is TOO LONG.

LET’S ELABORATE: Percival was the prince of certain lands, and his father was either King Pellinore or Alain le Gros, and in either case, the father is a celebrated warrior. Point is, Percival is of noble lineage and the son of a warrior king, which of course means he has superpowers, because this is Arthurian mythos. Regardless of who his father was, he also had at least four siblings, all four of them Knights of the Round Table. Now this is the part where you expect his family to be proud of how many fine warriors it has produced. Except you are WRONG, because my man’s mother was actually Not Too Happy With The Family Business, so when Percival was born, Mom, who is unnamed because being a woman in Arthurian mythos sucks because you either die or are a huge asshole, said “mmMMMM NO” and raised Percival away from everything that could be considered “manly” back in the day (read: knights) and without letting him ever learn of dangerous stuff like “swords” or “holy grails”. Accounts vary whether Mom took Percival and his sister away from their castle and to live in the forest or if she simply raised Percival in the castle proper, but for all intents and purposes, what matters here is that Percival looks better than you and I in a dress, can knit a fierce sweater, weaves the meanest baskets, and can sew a whole dress from the ground up using only dirty curtains and positive thoughts.

So Mom, Sister, and Percival are having fun, living a soft and cute life, when SUDDENLY, knights appear. Mom was busy watching Star Trek reruns and this distracted her long enough for Percival to notice them and ask “MOM HOLY FUCK WHAT ARE THOSE METAL DUDES”. Mom realized too late that He Had Been Exposed, so she acted fast on her feet and said “Ah, Percy, those are... Angels. They are servants of God, so don’t look at them too much, because you see them when you die or when you are close to something that could result in your death!”, so the first thing Percival does is ask his sister if she can tie a sturdy noose, nice and cozy, so he can hang himself immediately to become an angel, they look SO COOL, and his sister, with all the delicacy of a car accident, shuts him the fuck up and asks him to stop being a weirdo for one second.

Since his UNCOOPERATIVE family was made of unreasonable asses out of nowhere, P-Diddy sneaks out of the castle (which is also the first time he ever gets out of that castle WOW LOCKING YOUR KIDS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA) and approaches the angels, trying to not be seen by them because he doesn’t want to die, but during his Sneaking Operation, he steps on the loudest,most scandalous tree branch in history and mythos because it lets out a CRRRRRCCCKKK SO FUCKING LOUD the knights’ horses go apeshit, one of them kicks a knight in the face, and another straight up runs into a river and drowns, which makes you think what in the fuck are these horses on the field of duty for if a kid in a dress can scare them into Escort Mission AI-levels of idiocy. Well, that aside, the knights obviously freak the fuck out and are like “WOAH HEY WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT STOP!” which quickly turns into “WHY ARE YOU WEARING A DRESS!” and honestly, Parsee was kinda weirded out because angels are supposed to be more solemn than this, and definitely not as loud. P-kun voices these concerns, and the knights have themselves a gigglesnort, quickly and politely explaining that they are knights, not angels, and that yelling, questioning, and killing was part of their job. Then they explained it was a lie, because they never ask questions, only yell and kill, which you guys and gals at home probably think is just me making a joke, except Knights of the Round Table killed each other a SHITLOAD of times simply because they didn’t know who the other guy was, because there was this understanding, this covenant back in the day where, if you were a knight and the other guy was a knight and yelling was involved, as it usually is in the field of battle, you most likely were enemies and had to murder each other, and apparently no one fucking recognized each others’ armor or anything.

What I am trying to say is that people in Arthurian mythos are MORONIC BRUTES and that Britain is a PvP-enabled zone, which is why shit like Camlann happens.

Anyways.

Percival was apparently pretty ok with these metal dudes being professional loud murderers because he immediately asks if he can become a professional loud murderer, but he gets turned away because he is still a kid at this point, and kids can’t be knights, BUT, as soon as his hormones start going nuts and awkward, solitary strands of hair start growing on his moles and around his nipples, he’s old enough to become a knight. He’s content enough with this answer, and so he heads home and gets turbo-grounded the moment his mom catches him. In the process of being turbo-grounded, Percy let out to his mom that he wanted to become a knight, which turned this into an ultra mega turbo grounding instead because he said The Forbidden Word and now Mom’s angry.

Even being his mom and everything, however, Mom knew she couldn’t really oppose the wishes of his son like this, so what did she do instead? What every normal person in a front of a situation that requires cooperation from both ends and that demands maturity and sensibility would do: Lie.

She outright kept telling Percival that he was still 12 years old, even as the years passed. More concerning is the fact that P-kun didn’t question this at all. Well, whatever floats your boat, weirdo Arthurian family.

Percival turns 17 or 18 years of age, depending on the source, which is the age where kids are considered men and can thusly start screaming and killing [for honor], but he is still convinced he is 12 years old because Mom Sucks. All is well as usual in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber Castle WHEN SUDDENLY, a knight appears, except this one is a BAD KNIGHT, his first thought upon seeing the castle was “my, what a NICE and GORGEOUS door, I bet ramming it down and raping whatever girl I find inside would make this an even better day! : )“ so he gets to work and, sure enough, just solo-decimates the entire castle door and is getting ready to Bad Touch Mom and Sister when Percival, now no longer a kid, but rather, a powerfully built, ripped, 24 pack abs superwarrior (remember what I told you about lineage and mythos?) appears before him all like “hey can you maybe not do that shit to my family? It is rude”.

The Bad Knight takes one look at this body building champion, and lets out a “WHY ARE YOU WEARING A DRESS”. Ah, yeah, Percy was still wearing the dress. So the Bad Knight is kinda laughing because this kid, he can be SSJ Broly all he wants, he’s still in a dress. The laughing, however, ceases immediately when Percival grabs the dude, who is encased in armor and that knocked down the castle door all by himself, and just sorta casually throws him past the castle walls and breaks his entire body. Again, Percival, who never has trained his muscles in any way or learned anything more violent than embroidery, just gave this dude the So Long Gay Bowser throw from Mario 64, from the courtyard, launching him ABOVE the castle walls, and right into the ground outside. That huge “CRASH BOOM!” you heard just now was not the knight falling down, it was his self-esteem crashing after having a kid in a dress ragdoll him. No, wait, no, never mind, it was his body, because DEAD PEOPLE can’t feel shit.

“so, uh, mom” “no” “I just threw a fully armored man” “nope” “I think uh” “nu uh” “I might be an adult” “Grounded”

So P-kun is grounded, fine, and more time passes, when SUDDENLY, a cockatrice attacked the castle. Now, what is a cockatrice? It’s a two-legged serpent with a rooster’s head, and it kills you by looking at you and petrifying you. Basically, a gorgon with a funny hat. Sometimes, because the “petrifying” bit is something of a conjecture by latter authors or analyzers of mythology. The cockatrice actually just kinda sorta outright killed you when it looked at you. So this thing is wreaking havoc in the Censorship Castle, shooting rude glares and crying loudly in the morning, and this Deeply Annoys Percival. The young man simply walks out, uproots a whole a tree, as you normally do, and swats the cockatrice with a flick, sending it DBZ-style flying against the nearest wall. When he saw THAT didn’t kill the very confused monster, Percival, with his bare fucking hands, rips the tree he uprooted into a thinner form by legit ripping the bark layer by layer with his unreasonable strength, fashioning a spear with the tree by doing this (what the wtf?) and using that to stab the shit out of the cockatrice, who probably was already dead as fuck the moment it saw this dude just outright manhandling the tree and turning it into a spear with his bare hands.

“mom” “no” “mom I just uprooted a tree and killed an instakill monster with it’’ “NO’’ “I’m no scientist because those still don’t exist but I am pretty sure I am an adult now” “no sweetie that was just a stray dog” “mom I know dogs and that wasn’t a dog. No dog of ours ever shot laser beams out of its eyes or looked like a dragon wearing a chicken hat” “it’s a breed that comes from Scotland” “MOM”

So Percival more or less has enough of Mom’s shit, and finally gets her blessing to leave the castle. Immediately afterward, Mom dies. Because being female in Arthurian mythos means you ei-- Oh, I already made that one. Well, yeah, there you go. Also the sister also died. But Percival is on his way to become a knight!

What exciting adventures are in store for Percival? Stay tuned for PART 2, in which Percival enters a dysfunctional relationship, makes bad business decisions, and headbutts Sir Lancelot du Lac right in the face, and yes, this is all shit that happens on the exciting Road To Knighthood.

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Dear 25,

Dear 25,

My first vivid birthday memory is my 7th birthday party. I didn’t really have “friends” when I was 7, but I did have the girls in Mrs. Hudak’s 1st grade class. Mrs. Hudak was the meanest person I have ever met in my life. She would walk around the classroom and check to see if the inside of our desks were messy, and if your desk wasn’t tidy enough, she would flip it over in front of the entire class, throwing your books and belongings all over the floor. One time a boy’s desk was so messy, she flipped it over on top of him. He was 6 years old. Holy shit that was so fucked up!!! Luckily, she got knocked up and had to leave halfway through the year and was replaced by a straight up angel named Mrs. Hamski.

Even though I wouldn’t have considered any of the girls in 1C my friends (No one under the age of 12 has actual "friends", there are just people you play with. Friendship, much like the Real World, starts when people stop being polite and start getting real.), the trauma of Mrs. Hudak bonded us enough for me to invite all of them to a slumber party celebrating my 7th birthday. I was the first person to host a big sleepover in our grade, which, looking back on it, is insane because I wasn’t really cool enough to make such a bold social decision. I made the invitations on my family’s Gateway computer in some program that had invitation and greeting card templates (it would be so cool if I could remember the name of the program, but I friggin DON’T!). I would run home from the bus stop every day (the bus stop was literally outside of my house, so it wasn’t a far run. I don’t want you to overestimate the work I was putting in. I did have to run up my hilly driveway so there was a bit of effort, but not like a TON of effort. Ya feel?) to check to see if there were any messages on our answering machine from the mothers of my “friends” RSVPing to my party. Ugh I miss the days of telephone RSVPs. An answering machine RSVP was fun, but when it was a live action, directly speaking to someone’s mom on the phone RSVP, I felt like I was goddamn Miles Davis. It was truly a thrilling experience to check “yes” or “no” on the chart my mom had made for the party. Most of the girls had responded yes and I was very excited to show them my basement. My siblings and our Au Pair, Julia from Germany, had been working for months on drawing flags from every country and hanging them on the wall above one of the couches. I can’t imagine anything more exciting to a group of 6 and 7 year old girls than a wall of poorly drawn international flags.

I carefully picked out my outfit. I wanted to be cool and casual because I was in my own home, but I also wanted to look like the lost Olsen triplet. I think that's what every girl in the 90s was striving for. I decided on a long sleeve white shirt and velvet maroon overalls with a matching bucket hat. No shoes, just socks. I was ready to party!! Guests started arriving and it was the first time in my life I ever really felt cool. I am somewhat obsessed with being cool now, or just being perceived as cool, and I guess I can pinpoint it to that moment, that first taste of my own coolness. People thought my house was nice, and that my mom had ordered the right pizza and bought the right juices, and don’t forget I was wearing a velvet bucket hat INDOORS! I was a sleepover goddess giving these bitches the night of their freaking LIVES! We watched movies and played games that my mom and German Julia had organized. My brother and sister left us the FUCK ALONE and I wondered what shrine the girls in my class would make to honor the evening this sleepover made them all women.

On my perfectly designed invitation there were 2 options; you could come and be picked up at 9:30pm or you could spend the night (I guess there were 3 options, the 3rd being sucking ass and not coming at all). My mom figured that giving the option of leaving early would boost attendance for my party for the girls who weren’t comfortable sleeping over. I feel like I should mention that my mom got an almost perfect score on the SATs and is straight up brilliant, so of course she figured out how to maximize attendance at a 7 year old’s birthday party. Viva la my mom. At 9:30 half of the party left and the remaining warriors changed into our PJs. I wore a worn-in, white night gown covered in teddy bears, that I am pretty sure you could see my nipples through. I thought it made me look skinny (KNOCK, KNOCK! SOCIETY? You home? That is fucked up that a freshly 7 year old girl thought about how her body looked in pajamas in front of a group of girls. And this was BEFORE social media! Fix yourself please). A lot of girls asked my mom to use our house phone to call their parents to say goodnight. I remember the first time I slept at someone else’s house, I called my mom to do the same and she flat out said “why are you calling?” Damn. We watched a movie and then an episode of the Disney Channel Original Series So Weird. So Weird was kind of a spooky show and a lot of girls got freaked out, and 2 of them ended up calling their moms and going home. Up until this point, I had been so confident about how the party was going, but I began to worry everyone was going to go home. Luckily after the episode of So Weird finished, Christina Aguliera’s music video for “Reflection” from Mulan played on the Disney Channel, and everyone sang along, and I knew the party was still a hit.

The following Monday I went back to school and a few girls mentioned how much fun they had, but I kinda just went back to being the not so cool me. There was no first sleepover shrine built in my honor. Boys didn’t immediately start having crushes on me. No one asked if they could turn any of my replica flags into t-shirts. But it was an awesome birthday.

I’ve had a lot of incredible birthdays. My parents were amazing and threw me parties throughout my entire childhood. For my 9th birthday I had a party at an ice skating rink, and I made everyone watch me skate alone for an entire song. In 2005 my mom threw me a surprise 13th birthday at a kid’s dance club called Beat Street, and she threw the EXACT same surprise 13th birthday for my brother in 2003 and my sister in 2006. For my 14th birthday my mom took me to New York City to see Rent. For my 15th birthday my mom, once again, took me to New York City to see Rent. I had a massive country club Sweet 16 filled with mozzarella sticks and grinding. My 18th birthday was celebrated with a Jersey Shore themed keger in my basement (the wall of flags had sadly been removed by that point). I celebrated my 19th-23rd birthdays with some of my best friends in Chicago at the same restaurant year after year. For my 24th birthday I invited some of my closest gal pals to my apartment for a breakfast for dinner party and made everyone come dressed as me. I have been so lucky to have such incredible celebrations of my life, and even luckier for the people I’ve celebrated with.

I was so excited to turn 24. My birthday is January 24th, so turning 24 on the 24th meant it was to be my Golden Year. I had always thought "everything would happen” for me when I turned 24. I don’t know what I meant by everything, and I don’t know exactly what I thought would happen but looking back on my year everything and nothing simultaneously happened. It was a great year. Even my bad years have been great years.

25, I realize I have never thought about turning you. I’ve never really thought past turning 24. Like I said, I looked forward to turning 24 for my entire life because it was my Golden Year, but I’m realizing now that I never looked past that. I’ve thought about my life after the age of 24, but I didn’t think about turning another age. 25 sounds so much older than 24 to me. I know that sounds so silly, because 25 is still so young, but it’s a bit monumental, don’t you think? A quarter century! It feels steep and kind of weird. I am one of those people who gets a bit weird around their birthday. It’s funny, I love New Year’s Eve because I think the passing of time is so beautiful, but birthdays, specifically my birthday, scare me a bit. I guess I am okay with the world getting older, but not myself. For the week or so around my birthday, I almost mourn the loss of me at that current age. I will never be 24 again. 24 year old me is done. I had 366 days (hey, leap year!) to be 24, a full year to say “Oh, I’m 24”, and now I’m just not anymore. I don’t know why that makes me sad. I have a hard time saying goodbye to things. I have a harder time saying goodbye to people. I have to say goodbye to me at 24 and I’ll miss 24 year old me. And I know I’ll still be the same me at 25, but i just won’t be 24 anymore. This all makes so much sense to me and you’re probably just like “bitch, shut up and blow out your candles”.

This year I will turn 25 just four days after Satan officially becomes president. This year I will turn 25 on a cruise ship, the floating buffet I currently live on. This year I will turn 25 without any of my best friends to hug me or parents to throw me a party. This year I will turn 25 and have, quite possibly, my last year of good healthcare, because at 26 that shit is going bye-bye and who knows what the hell is going to happen. This year I will turn 25 and in 365 days I will mourn the loss of 25 year old me.

I never thought about turning you, 25, but it’s happening, just like every other age I have turned (and also all other humans and animals and trees and every fucking living thing has a birthday every year, even though I sound like an unreal narcissistic, whiney bitch making it seem like I am the only person  who has ever gotten older). It’s a little hard to be excited when our world is in such turmoil. So much is up in the air, and I’m kind of surprised that Mrs. Hudak wasn’t appointed to Trump’s cabinet to go around flipping desks on children throughout America. But even with all of the crap that is currently happening in the world, I am constantly in awe of the goodness within the people I love and admire, and I enter you (that sounds freaky and naughty) with confidence that 25 will be as good as every other year has been.

I hope you’re well.

Xoxo,

Jacqueline Felker