#tristan skye and everyone knew

[whateverthedragonswant]

literally my experience watching the Monsters of the Bermuda Triangle ep on Shark Week:

Tristan: "What is that big shark that just swam past the camera?"

Me *sees the footage of a tail, the size, the grey top, knowing that whatever killed Penelope dragged her down to the depths*: "It's a great white."

Tristan, a biologist, scientist, and shark expert: "We should show this to the team, see what they make of it." He gets up and leaves me and Skye being like wtf?

Some time later:

They're looking at teeth impressions from an attacked device from the dead Porbeagle & determine that it doesn't match a seven gill shark like they thought but is triangular.

The other guy: "So that means it could be either a great white or a mako."

Me: "It's a great white. Did you see the girth of that tail?"

A little time later:

Tristan and Skye drop a camera deeper in the water. After some reef sharks go for the bait, a large shark is seen pretty clearly swimming near the camera: you see the tail, the grey color, big body. Then something attacks/bites at camera from behind.

Tristan: "Look at that, it's massive."

Me: "Yeah, it's a great white."

Tristan: "We should share this with the team and see what they think."

Me and Skye are thinking wtf again as he runs off.

An even shorter time later:

I can't remember her name right now: "We got some new info on Olivia." (Olivia is the 2nd porbeagle shark eaten by this "mysterious killer")

The other guy: "The temperature shift shows the same temperature of the stomach of a great white or a mako."

Me: "It's a great white. Say it with me."

At the end:

Tristan and the other guy: "Looks like it was a great white all along."

Me:

[werewolfdays]

a beautiful dream

havin a bit of a stressful time so just a lil something that’s both sweet and sad. also a mood setter x. -

In front of me stood a door. It was hard to make out the details for some reason, but I still recognized this door. Still felt it had a place in my heart. Like a very old friend. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I thought. Do you remember me? The door didn’t give me any indication that it did, but it also didn’t protest my thoughts either, which I took as a good sign. 

I made a step forward to reach for the handle when an unseen hand grabbed my wrist, holding me in place. There was only the smallest twinge of an instinct inside me that warned me to prepare for a threat. Nothing could hurt me here, though. I knew that deep down. Once I turned, I came face-to-face with the person who had stopped me. 

The warmth of her brown eyes met mine with a nervous twinkle, “I don’t know if I can do this, Jay.” 

Of course I knew what she was talking about, yet I couldn’t place exactly what, “You’ll be fine, Nadya.” I assured her, squeezing her hand. 

“What if they don’t like me?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll love you.” Who was ‘they’? I think I knew that too somehow. “Everyone loves you.”

“This is different.” Nadya insisted. 

I shook my head, “You’ll see.”

The door handle turned without any resistance, almost like it opened itself for me, and I led Nadya through the threshold. Everything was exactly how I remembered it. I tried with everything I had to burn this image in my brain the last time I saw it, knowing that once I left this place I may never see it again. But I was back. And the only difference now was the crackling fire in the fireplace spreading a comforting blanket of warmth throughout the house. All the familiar scents were there too, though it was hard to pick out just one. The piano that I spent so much time playing as a kid was nestled in its usual corner with its other instrument companions. Just the sight of it made my breath hitch. Maybe I should play something for Nadya after dinner. 

“Anyone home?” I called.

A man came into the living room to greet us. This man was unmistakably familiar. His well trimmed beard was more gray than it was dirty blond, but his hair only had a few streaks of silver and was almost too long. If he used hair gel or something, he might not have to keep running his hand through it to brush it back so it wouldn’t get in his eyes, but he never liked using that stuff. Those eyes. Dark blue, just like mine, and framed by middle-aged wrinkles that became accentuated when he smiled at me. 

The sight of this man nearly broke me and I wasn’t sure why. I just stood there, paralyzed as I stared at him and felt tears blur my eyes. It was incredibly painful, but also filled me with a relief and joy so powerful that I was afraid of falling over. 

“There you are, my little pup.” He said proudly, wrapping me in a big hug.

I clung to my father’s shirt, burying my face in his chest like I did when I was a child. He still smelled the same. “Not so little anymore.” I told him with a tremble in my voice to hold back a sob.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.” He said, pulling back and setting his hands on my shoulders, “Let me look at you.” 

Another familiar voice came into the room, “Tristan, did I hear Jayde?” when my mother saw me, her face lit up, “Oh, there you are baby girl!” She exclaimed, coming over to cup my face.

“Hi mom.” I was unable to stop my tears now, but I also couldn’t stop smiling as she lovingly wiped them away. 

It was hard to tell if I got my blonde hair from her or from my dad, they were similar in that way, but my mother’s eyes were mossy green. The color that Skye inherited. My mother aged very well, her body just as sturdy as my father’s when I hugged her, and though she was very kind, her sharp features could make her look very intimidating when she was angry. That was a trait that I knew I shared with her.

“You don’t make us wait so long to see you again, you hear me?” She scolded.

“I know, I didn’t mean for it to be this long.” I replied apologetically. 

My mom smiled at me in understanding. Then her eyes shifted to look over my shoulder, “Who’s your friend?”

I quickly twisted around, feeling shame for having forgotten that Nadya was there. Especially since she was as much a part of my family as my parents were. She had taken a couple steps away from us out of respect, but now that attention was on her, she straightened up and shuffled towards me tentatively. 

“This is Nadya.” I announced, placing my hand on the small of her back and giving her an encouraging caress, “Nadya, this is my mom, Andrea.” Nadya smiled and nodded at my mother. Then I motioned to my father, “And my dad, Tristan.” Before everyone could properly greet each other, I met my parents’ eyes, quickly adding, “And she’s my girlfriend, actually.”

“Your girlfriend?” My mother asked excitedly, looking from me to Nadya and back again. She understood exactly what my meaning was.

I grinned, “Yeah.”

My mother grinned and immediately advanced on Nadya, but not at all in an aggressive way. She cupped Nadya’s face in the same way she had with me, cooing with excitement, “Oh, look at how beautiful she is!” Then her hands shifted down to squeeze Nadya’s shoulders. My grin grew at the look of amused bewilderment on Nadya’s flushed face, “You are a very beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Thatcher.” Nadya finally managed to say.

“So polite too, but there’s no need for formalities when you’re at home.” I wasn’t sure it was possible for Nadya to look more baffled at this exchange, but she certainly managed it at my mom’s words. “You must be very special if my daughter brought you to meet us.” 

“She is.” I confirmed.

My parents shared a look, like they had an understanding, and my dad met my gaze with a warm smile. I may have even caught some relief in his eyes. “You two have gotta be starving from that long trip. Let’s have some dinner and Nadya can tell us all about herself.” 

“Oh, there really isn’t much to tell.” Nadya said with a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill in the gaps.” I told my parents, looking over at Nadya fondly. “I could talk about her all night.” 

I relished the deep blush on Nadya’s cheeks as she suddenly took a special interest in our carpet. My parents definitely caught it too, but not wanting to embarrass Nadya further, they continued on to the dining room. 

It could’ve been hours that passed, but it was too difficult to tell. Time was as nondescript as the food we had eaten. I had to keep reminding myself that we did eat dinner, though I couldn’t figure out the reason why I kept dwelling on it. It really didn’t matter. Not when I was sitting at a table with my parents and Nadya. Nothing else mattered besides this. It was a remarkable feeling that filled me with enough happiness to overflow. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content. 

The more questions Nadya answered and the more she told them about herself, the more taken my parents were with her. I was expecting them to fess up any minute now; admit that they preferred Nadya as a daughter over me, and I would agree with them. My father was trying to tone it down, but I could tell he was downright thrilled that she was the person I brought home. He must’ve gone through the usual fatherly fears when it came to my love life, dreading that I would end up with some deadbeat jackass. His bright-eyed expression revealed that Nadya was even better than he was hoping for.

Neither of them mentioned the fact that she was a girl. Or that she was human. My mom and dad knew that I understood the risks. They must have had faith that I would be responsible or they would have spoken up about it. It was what I expected, but it still reassured me. Without me having to say it, they knew I was in love with her, and that was enough for them to fully accept Nadya into the family with no questions asked.

“What do you say, pup, wanna play something?” My dad finally asked, downing the last sip of his beer. 

The thought of playing music with my father again gave me an indescribable feeling. “Of course I do.” 

It was when we made our way back to the living room and towards the piano, that I started to notice my surroundings fade. Maybe it was nothing, but the closer I got to my father’s beloved instruments, the more darkness flooded the edges of my vision. Knowing that our time was running out and desperately wanting to hang on for just one more minute, until I heard him play- until I got to listen to his singing voice just one last time, I rushed forward. But there was simply nothing I could do to make myself stay. I would have done anything to be able to stay. 

I was yanked out of my dream. It was cruel. It was even more cruel than my usual nightmares. At least I appreciated when they finally ended. But this? Being able to see my dead parents again, watching them meet Nadya, and the promise of playing the piano with my father one more time like we used to do before he died? That was a new and devastating type of torture that my mind fabricated. 

The pain of losing them suddenly hit me in a fresh tidal wave, like the scar I got from their loss was violently ripped open again. I gripped the pillow under me as the feeling forced white-hot tears across my face to dampen my pillow. Nadya was still asleep beside me, so I tried my best not to sob, but my efforts only succeeded in making every breath I took agonizing. 

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and had to go for a run or something, I sensed Nadya wake behind me. I was being consumed by my grief when I heard her voice beckon me back to the real world.

“Jay...?” She sounded still mostly asleep, but her hand came to rest on my arm, “Is everything okay? You’re shaking.” I flipped over to meet her gaze and her eyes widened at the look on my face, suddenly wide awake and deeply concerned, “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No,” I took so much solace in her touch, it started to pull me back from the terrifying darkness that was creeping up on me. “It was just a dream. A really good dream.”

“What’s wrong, then?” she asked gently, bringing her hand up to brush away my tears with her thumb. 

“It was my parents.” My voice strained through the urge to sob and new tears immediately replaced the ones she wiped away, “You and I went back to my home and they were there. They met you.” 

“Oh, Jay,” Nadya sighed and grabbed my hand to press it to her lips. 

The small act of affection finally pushed out a racking sob that shook me to the core. Nadya moved closer to me, wrapping me up in her arms, and I allowed myself to curl into her while I cried. This felt better in a way, even if it was incredibly painful. Inhaling her scent with every uncontrolled gasp and being surrounded by the warmth of her body made me feel safe. Made me certain that this anguish would pass. 

She continued to hold me patiently as I got it all out of my system, moving a hand up and down my back to soothe me. Nadya’s comfort helped me greatly, though I still cried for a long time. Until I finally felt some of my pain drift away. Not all of it. I would never be fully free of it forever, but it was enough to allow me to breath without difficulty. That and being in her arms was the best I could’ve hoped for after a dream like that. 

We just lied together quietly for a while once I was done crying. I was expecting to feel Nadya fall back asleep, but she didn’t. She simply kept holding me and rubbing my back. I realized she was keeping herself awake for me. Waiting until she would be convinced that I was okay. I felt guilty, but I also desperately wanted her to stay awake with me. I was afraid of the quiet without her. 

“I would give anything for you to meet my parents.” I said, breaking the silence with my voice sounding gravelly from crying, “To bring you home to them so they can get to know you and love you as much as I do. You don’t know how many times I wished I could tell my dad about you. Or ask my mom for advice.” 

“I don’t know if there’s anything like an afterlife,” Nadya started softly, “But I do know the people we love live in us. Whether they’re alive or not. I mean, I always feel you with me, even when we’re apart, so I have to believe that they live in you too.” I hung onto her words as tightly as I clung to her, “They know, Jay. Somehow they know that you have someone who loves you more than anything in the world. That has to help them be at peace.” 

She said those beautiful words with so much certainty that I had no choice but to believe them. I let out a sigh, expelling the rest of the darkness inside me and finally let my muscles relax. Then I nodded and planted a long peck on her shoulder, “Thank you, Nadya. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” she replied and we fell into silence for another minute or so until she spoke up again, “Did they like me?”

The question made me smile, which was a sensation I desperately needed right now, “You were worried, but they loved you. I knew they would. They would have loved you so much, Nadya.” 

“I probably embarrassed myself, didn’t I?” 

I scoffed quietly and leaned back to kiss her because Nadya was just being so her and I loved her beyond words. She returned my kiss softly and sweetly, making sure I only felt her and how full of light and kindness she was. I felt how truly powerful she was in being so gentle. The horrible feelings and memories in my mind were no match for her strength. 

“You are so perfect.” I told her after I pulled away and lightly bumped my forehead against hers. 

“Do you even know what that word means?” Nadya asked, sounding amused. “‘Cause I’m far from perfect.”

“Not to me.” I replied and snuggled up against her again.

“Okay, fine.” she grumbled and played with my hair, “You believe your delusions.” 

“Don’t be grumpy at me.” I said and moved my hand up her side, just inches away from her ticklish spot in a warning, “Go back to sleep.” 

The mention of sleep made her release a sigh, ‘Are you going to go back to sleep too?”

I nodded, “I’m gonna try. How hard could it be with you here?”

Nadya held me a little tighter for a moment, “Okay. Don’t be afraid to wake me up if you need me again.”

“Thank you.” 

She hummed before muttering, “Sleep well, Jayde.” 

“You too, my love.” 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Gilmore Girls OC Masterlist (N-Z)

( A-C ) ( D-J ) ( K-M )

Name: Natalie Lister

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face Claim: Kathryn Newton

Love Interest: Brandon Webster & Lucas Gilmore

Name: Paige Huntzberger

Story: In Omnia Paratus

Face Claim: Annasophia Robb

Love Interest: Finn & Colin McRae

In omnia paratus. Ready for anything. As the youngest Huntzberger and a future Life-And-Death Brigadier, Paige Huntzberger had always lived by those words. She believed in living life to the fullest, enjoying every moment, and not worrying about the future. But when she starts at Yale, with Logan, Finn, and Colin to guide her into the next stage of her life, Paige finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the world.

Name: Pippi Gilmore

Story: Roots Before Branches

Face Claim: Joey King

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray; endgame TBD

Pippi Gilmore wasn’t her sister; her dream wasn’t to go to an Ivy League college, it was to play for team USA at the FIFA World Cup.  And yes, a school like Chilton — with a team that competed all across the country — could help her get there in a way that Stars Hollow High couldn’t, but a stuffy private school away from all of her friends was hardly where she wanted to spend the rest of her high school career.  She’s absolutely sure that she’ll hate it at Chilton, especially with her grandparents now owning every Friday night for the foreseeable future, but when she crosses paths with Tristan Dugray, Pippi finds that even a stuffy private school can turn out to be the adventure of a lifetime.

Name: Preston Gilmore

Story: Chasing Pavements

Face Claim: Matt Bomer

Love Interest: Lexi Danes

Name: Romy Danes

Story: I’d Rather Be Me

Face Claim: Madelyn Cline

Name: Sage Hall

Story: Thank You For The Music

Face Claim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Jess Mariano or Dave Rygalski

Music was everything to Sage Hall, it always had been. Not only was her dad a musician, but she herself was something of a prodigy.  Playing ten instruments, writing her own songs, and performing at every town event since she was five, all Sage had ever wanted was to be known for her own merits and not as The Troubadour’s daughter.  It seemed hopeless, and Sage was close to resigning herself to only ever being known for her father, when she accidentally crashed into Luke’s newly arrived nephew — a cute troublemaker who only knew her as “that music girl.”

Name: Sam Gleason

Story: Town That Raised Me

Face Claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Baby number thirteen, and thirteen years younger than the next youngest sibling, calling Sam Gleason’s birth unexpected would be an understatement.  But despite her mom being too checked out to raise another child, and her father having left years ago, Sam was still happy.  Kirk, the youngest of her older brothers, had raised her for most of her life, and everyone in Stars Hollow was happy to help out. Life in Stars Hollow was never boring, but when Rory Gilmore leaves Stars Hollow High to go to prep school in Hartford, Sam finds her town, and her life, changing in ways she had never expected.

Name: Sara “Bijou” Topaz

Story: All That Jazz

Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Sienna Elliot

Story: Electric Touch

Face Claim: Michelle Trachtenberg

Love Interest: past Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Name: Skye Bloom

Story: You’re In The Band

Face Claim: Savannah Lee May

Love Interest: Lane Kim

Name: Sophie Dugray

Story: Tarnished Gold

Face Claim: Blake Lively

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger & Rory Gilmore

Hartford girls should be seen, not heard; pretty, never vain; smart, not a show off; and they should always be compliant with whatever plans their parents made. As the Dugray heiress, Sophie knew this better than anyone. Still, it didn’t stop her from partying until sunrise, flirting with Logan Huntzberger, or even from maintaining a 4.0GPA. But she knew better than to aspire to be anything more than a dinner party hostess running the DAR. Then Rory Gilmore comes to Chilton, a whirlwind of literary references and small town optimism, and for the first time in her life, Sophie finds herself imagining life beyond Hartford Society.

Name: Tommy Gilmore

Story: You’re In The Band

Face Claim: Jeremy Shada

Love Interest: Matt King & Levi Bloom

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: Delicate

Face Claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel & @the-witching-ash’s Richie Gilmore

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face Claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vanya Baker

Story: Hot For Teacher

Face Claim: Hannah Waddingham

Love Interest: Max Medina

Name: Verity Huntzberger

Story: Run The World

Face Claim: Virginia Gardner

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Delicate

Face Claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: @the-witching-ash​’s Grace Kim

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Coming Of Age / New Romantics

Face Claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Conrad Huntzberger

Victoria Bechtel.  Josephine St James.  Vicki, Tori, Josie.  Josephine Victoria Bechtel-St James often joked that she had a new name for every new city that she moved to – only, it wasn’t entirely a joke.  Having moved more than twenty times in sixteen years, she was no stranger to starting over, to reinventing herself.  Her own mother had only been in her life long enough to choose her middle name, while her brother’s mother had divorced their father after finding out that he’d had a child with another woman.  Ever since, it had only been the three of them.  In ever city, in every fresh start, they had been there to tether her, to make sure that she would never lose herself in her endless reinventions.  But this time it’s different.  This time, they won’t be there.  This time, Harry is staying in England, in boarding school, and their dad is moving to San Francisco. This time, Vicki alone is moving to Stars Hollow, Connecticut, to live with the mother she’s never known.

Name: Virginia Gilmore

Story: Come On Virginia

Face Claim: Lily Collins

Love Interest: Conrad Huntzberger

Name: Viviana Lozano

Story: Loveless Generation

Face Claim: Zion Moreno

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger

Name: Willow Dell

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face Claim: Kristine Froseth

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Willow Dell was nice.  That was the first word that anyone would use to describe her.  She was nice, sweet, friendly, involved, polite.  Bored. Willow Dell was bored.  Her life had been the same for as long as she could remember.  She’d been in the same dance classes since she was three, not for any love of the art but because her godmother taught them; she’d been second to Rory Gilmore in every class since she was five; her now-paid jobs were the same favours she’d been doing around town since she was eight; the only signs that time was passing at all were the marks of her height on the kitchen doorframe and the new cats her mom was always bringing home.

Rory Gilmore changing schools is the first time anything in Willow’s life has ever been different, though she’s disappointed to find that it didn’t change things nearly as much as she’d hoped.  She still went to dance classes, she still had the same jobs, she was just the first in her class.  But when Luke’s nephew moves to town, Willow knows that change is in the air.   Willow Dell is nice.  Nice girls offer to show moody new boys around town. Nice girls don’t fall in love with boys like Jess Mariano.

Name: Zachary Markevitch

Story: Coming Of Age / Delicate / New Romantics

Face Claim: Paul Rudd

Love Interest: Lottie Donahue