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[shivmyers]

HAILEE STEINFELD — Veja só se não é SIOBHAN DANIELLE MYERS caminhando pelas ruas de Foxburg! Por ter 25 anos, ela está bem conservada; deve ser por causa do vinho. Se não me engano, ela trabalha como JORNALISTA, e é a melhor na área. Que sorte tê-la como vizinho!

um talento inegável para se colocar em situações de perigo / uma estante com livros metodicamente organizados / a irritante sensação de que está esquecendo de alguma coisa / fones de ouvido sempre pendurados em seu pescoço / sonhos de uma vida emocionante em alguma cidade grande / a sede de conhecimento que lhe fez naturalmente curiosa / sentimentos que transparecem com facilidade em sua expressão / maratonas de filmes de terror de madrugada

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

pippa fitz-amobi (a good girl's guide to murder), veronica mars (veronica mars), kara danvers (supergirl), nancy wheeler (stranger things), waverly earp (wynonna earp), lucy tara (ncis hawai'i), veronica ruiz (finlay donovan series), alex blackwood (she gets the girl)

lotta true crime by penelope scott, smoke signals by phoebe bridgers, tropic morning news by the national, overwhelmed by royal & the serpent, talk too much by reneé rapp, eyes on fire by blue foundation, you're on your own, kid by taylor swift, emily i'm sorry by boygenius, good luck final girl by underscores

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Nascida em Pittsburgh, Siobhan não teve a chance de formar uma relação sólida com seus progenitores. Seu pai abandonou a família logo durante a gravidez da namorada, deixando para trás apenas histórias que não lhe colocavam em uma luz muito positiva. A mãe da garota costumava lhe fazer esperar com os professores até tarde no estacionamento da escola ou lhe deixar com um dos seus vizinhos. Quando Elena dirigiu as duas para a cidade de Foxburg e lhe deixou na porta da casa da mãe com uma mochila e uma carta, a garota imaginou que se tratava apenas de mais um fim de semana em que a mulher iria passar com o novo namorado, sem nem mesmo imaginar que aquela seria a última vez que lhe veria.

Aos poucos, Siobhan foi percebendo que a avó era uma pessoa rigorosa, ela tinha regras que deveriam ser seguidas dentro de casa. Mas ao contrário de Elena, a mulher era incrivelmente amorosa, pronta para lhe oferecer apoio ao mesmo tempo em que lhe ensinava uma lição. Shiv não era uma pessoa fácil, estava sempre se metendo em confusões no colégio, chegando em casa com um olho roxo porque brigou com um valentão no intervalo ou esquecendo de mandar uma mensagem para a avó quando ia dormir na casa de uma amiga. Apesar de estar sempre em apuros, a garota tinha um coração puro.

Depois de anos fazendo parte do jornal do colégio, não foi nenhuma surpresa quando ela decidiu entrar para a faculdade de jornalismo. Seu plano sempre tinha sido entrar para uma faculdade em uma cidade grande, talvez tentar a sorte na California, mas apesar de ter recebido uma resposta positiva da avó, não queria estar do outro lado do país se a mulher precisasse de algo, especialmente porque as duas sempre estiveram sozinhas. Então Siobhan deixou os seus sonhos para mais tarde e entrou na Slippery Rock University, arranjando um estágio no jornal de Foxburg que ela absolutamente odiava. As matérias eram bobas e ela queria um pouco mais de emoção.

A jovem continua sendo tão irresponsável quanto era na adolescência, fazendo de tudo para tornar as suas pautas mais interessantes, deixando um rastro de confusão que não lhe torna a pessoa mais fácil de se conviver. Ela fala demais, sua honestidade pode ser um sopro de vida em um mundo cheio de mentiras, mas também significa que ela nem sempre consegue ser sensível o suficiente para lidar com situações delicadas. Recentemnte, criou um podcast de true crime que se tornou a sua verdadeira paixão, e que também lhe garantiu uma audiência moderada. Ela imagina que nunca falará sobre Foxburg, afinal, o que poderia ser dito sobre uma cidade tão calma?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

LABEL: the icarian

ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: lésbica

LIKES: flertes inocentes, desafiar o perigo, cochilos no meio da tarde, jeans rasgado, começar a decorar para o natal em outubro, chocolate quente, andar de bicicleta, colecionar vinis, gorros para esconder um penteado mal feito.

DISLIKES: ficar parada, não receber atenção, ouvir críticas, figuras de autoridade, silêncios constragedores, abacaxi na pizza, ser interrompida enquanto está falando, manter a calma, cores pastéis, trends do tiktok.

GOALS/DESIRES: deixar a sua marca no mundo

FEARS: mudanças, irrelevância

HOBBIES: ler livros de fantasia, jogar tênis, fotografar, aprender um novo idioma, fazer trilhas, jogar videogame, assistir a documentários, montar quebra-cabeças.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

A Shiv pode ter escrito uma matéria sobre o estabelecimento de alguém que não deixou essa pessoa muito feliz, e por odiar as matérias que escreve para o jornal da cidade, ela não tem muito orgulho de ter feito isso, por isso, está sempre pedindo desculpas pelo que aconteceu, e gastando suas economias no lugar.

Alguém que seja um "parceiro de crime" da Shiv. Aquele tipo de pessoa que ouve as ideias horríveis dela e simplesmente pensa "brilhante"! A pior coisa que poderia ter acontecido pra cidade é o fato de terem se tornado amigos.

Um jornalista que também trabalhe no jornal da cidade ou de forma independente que se tornou uma forma de mentor pra Siobhan? Pode ser também um professor da época do colégio.

E um jornalista também que tenha se tornado um rival dela. Estão disputando por qualquer coisa, até mesmo fora do ambiente de trabalho.

Uma ex namorada, talvez da época do colégio? Pode ser que tenham terminado em bons termos ou de forma péssima.

Alguém com quem ela tenha uma relação de will they, won't they? As duas vivem flertando, e ninguém sabe se elas têm alguma coisa ou se estão apenas brincando. Talvez nem mesmo as duas saibam.

Uma pessoa que se tornou a sua amizade mais verdadeira, alguém que ao mesmo tempo é incentivado a se abrir mais pela natureza honesta dela, e que também lhe obriga a ser mais responsável.

Vou colocar mais coisas em breve.

[allthevmff]

A Charmed Life by @marshmellowbobcat

A Legally Blonde AU in which Logan is Elle and the "bend and snap" becomes the "lean and smirk". Just go with it!

A Life Extraordinary by MLP

Sick of the angst? Want some happy ever after? Let's have some Fun, fun, fun. This story takes place in 2010 and regards Venus and Mars as canon.

A Matter of Taste by @jagwriter78

Veronica Mars. Chef Patissier. That was what was printed on her crimson colored name tag next to an elaborate, silver logo that spelled A Matter of Taste. Sounded pretty lavish, didn't it?  When her best friend Mac secretly tries to set her up with a guy, things start to get complicated....

A Slow Ripening Fruit by @petpluto

"Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit." - Aristotle

Or, Weevil needs to crash with a friend. He chooses Veronica.

A Taste of Flesh by @cheshirecatstrut

Logan and Veronica decide to have the wedding in Vegas, for sentimental reasons. Things go off the rails more than even they thought possible.

A sequel to Little Red.

All Of Neptune's Children Flock Home by @petpluto

After getting a desperate call from Logan, Veronica is back in Neptune, California to solve a murder mystery, clear her old boyfriend's name, and maybe attend her high school reunion. If there's time and if Wallace and Mac get their way. In order to do all of that, she's going to need the help of old friends, old clients, and the very people she's been avoiding for as long as she's ignored Neptune itself.

All That Remains by @mindylahiris

“What’s going on up there?” Logan asks, his eyes casting upward to where her weight shifts lightly.

Pensive, quiet, not always into the idea of sharing what she’s really thinking- a trait she’d unluckily inherited much to his dismay. The little girl’s fingers tap on Logan’s skull, and he imagines a pout forming on her face.

There’s a moment of silence before she mutters something inaudible into his hair.

His hand pats her thigh. “Once more, but this time for the audience,” he says in a teasing tone.

“Do you think she misses us? Mom?”

And All the Years After by veronicamarsl3ve

Sequel to Those Nine Years. Veronica has just solved the case to launch her career. Logan is still on deployment, and the aches of his absence are always present. This story covers the time span of Logan and Veronica's future. Giving you a glimpse into what their lives could be. How will Veronica react when she learns Logan is now a prisoner of war? How will it affect their future?

Ares by glamorouspirate

Veronica and Logan meet in college, where they instantly dislike each other. Lilly's alive. A fun little what-if? series. "Here would be where I ask you if you'd like a coffee, but seeing as I hate you that kind of breaks all of the rules."

Artificial Light by @alilamba

Logan Echolls is very bad at many things. Unfortunately, he appears to be good at the one thing Veronica needs help with.

SEX, it's sex, Veronica is not so great at sex.

1st Roundup post continuing the celebration of @vmficclub's WIP It Good Challenge. For more WIPs shared during the challenge visit --> X (or checkout the upcoming roundups) Did we miss a WIP, please feel free to reply + share your favs

[ladylooch]

💣 🐯 🎶

HI YOU!! 🥰

💣 Blow it up: pick one NHL team. Change its name, mascot, logo/colors. Tell me why you chose the new elements.

I'm going to pick the Wild because, why not?

Name: Minnesota Ox

Mascot: Babe the Blue Ox

Colors: Dark Purple, light teal, and white

Ox because Paul Bunyan and babe the blue ox is popular here. We have a huge Paul Bunyan statue up north. The colors because I like them plus I hate the green and red combination. I love our green jerseys that barely have red on them haha.

🐯 What movie villain or creature do you think people should love more?

Well, not a movie, but I'm rewatching Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls makes a great villain. His character arch in the show is chef's kiss.

🎶 What would your goal song be and why?

Wow by Post Malone

[ivanreydereyes]

Después de un año y medio de una BODA DE CUENTO Y DE DESPILFARRO..con más de 45 palos o ya sin poder tener HIJOS..CHENOA se divorcia de un URULOGO [q no se que pensara que no se de uso a la URETRA adecuadamente o que te salga caro..usarla..pues creo q como todo lo que no se usa o se usa en exceso crea problemas] ..por lo q recuerdo q su 1era canción para entrar en OPERACION TriUnFO fue KILLING ME SOFTLY haciendo el CASTING junto al malogrado ALEX CASADEMUNT q tras liarse en OT con VERONICA ROMERO [q se lanzo con cd LA FUERZA DEL SOL y cd LLUVIA] empezó en FORMULA ABIERTA del q se salio antes de 2do cd LA VERDAD para liarse con MERCHE [q se lanzo con cd MI SUEÑO y cd AUTENTICA] q estuvo 15 años sin pagar a HACIENDA [o los mismos q tardo en regresar ALEX CASADEMUNT a FORMULA ABIERTA con el Single SIN CONEXION sobre que hay mucha RRSS y poco FOLLETEO con un video en disco sevillana DEJA VU q a continuación fue cerrada xq tenia las Puertas de EMERGENCIA cerradas]..mientras se liaba con el FOLLADOR DE GRAN HERMANO Arturo pitó duro q tenía ya 3 hijos acusandole de q no los veía y mientras esperaba 5 años sin poder embarazarse porque era un requisito para que la INDIA [=Lema LA VERDAD SOLA TRIUNFA] la diese una niña en adopción y haciéndose directiva de la SGAE como única mujer junto a VIRGINIA MAESTRO q como tal fue al PARLAMENTO EUROPEO a reclamar sus derechos o más dinero.

Por cierto..CHENOA nació en MAR DEL PLATA donde en el FIN DE LA GIRA ANIMAL Estadio MUNDIALISTA CERATI con SODA STEREO siendo televisado se puso la camiseta de la VIRGEN DEL APOCALIPSIS o de la CORONA con 12 ESTRELLAS en la q se basa la BANDERA de la UNION EUROPEA en enero de 1992 cuando murió su padre de CANCER al q dedico TE PARA TRES o lo q pidieron cuando comunico a él y a su mujer LILIAN [La q se fue con SATAN y q junto a JOHN THE REVELATOR forman un SINGLE DOBLE CARA A y ultimo del cd PLAYING THE ANGEL de DEPECHE MODE o entre cd EXCITER y cd SOUNDS OF UNIVERSE lanzado con WRONG y q suena al final de CORRUPT comprandomelo en la tienda INSOMNIO junto a una camiseta de nIrVANa llena de su logo o cara EXTASIADA q estaba junto a una tienda EROTICA en el MALL o CC DE SAN PEDRO en COSTA RICA]..q tenía CANCER..

..y vuelvo a recordar que en MAR DEL PLATA se mató este 2023 un Español [podador de Árboles] cuando le hacían una foto al borde de un precipicio q cedió y daba a una playa nudista tras venir de ASUNCION [=ASCENCION DE LA VIRGEN] visitando bajo un DILUVIO el Estadio del OLIMPIA [al q ganó REAL MADRID copa INTERCONTINENTAL de 2002 con goles de GUTI al q me cruze 5 veces y que esta tatuado muy biblicamente q fue relacionado con el TRANSEXUAL BIBIANA FDEZ casándose a continuación con la presentadora musical Arantxa de BENITO con 22 años y ella 30 años cruzandomelos en la tienda de informática de EL CORTE INGLES junto a la entonces recién INCENDIADA TORRE WINDSOR=Familia Real británica.. y con la q acabo muy mal para luego casarse con una Argentina presentadora de TONTERIAS LAS JUSTAS..y el otro GOL fue de RONALDO NAZARIO que teniendo embarazada a su 2da mujer fue extorsionado x 3 TRAVESTIS..mientras que el entonces entrenador del OLIMPIA el argentino PUMPIDO se arrancó un dedo al engancharse en la Red de la portería con el anillo de CASADO]..pues decía que era como venir a MADRID y no VISITAR EL ESTADIO BERNABEU

Por cierto.. a RONALDO NAZARIO le abría mi hermano LA BARRERA del club de Golf de LA MORALEJA [Enseñanza moral] cuando mi padre le echo de su empresa a donde se metió por indicaciones de su ex_mujer q trabajaba en EL BANK OF AME_RICA [donde era sindica_lista por lo q la echaron con una indemnización de 100.000 € comprándose 2 coches a la vez ..un Ford PUMA y un SEAT LEON yendo a trabajar a DOW CHEMICAL IBERIA llevando la cuenta de PORTUGAL x lo q aprendió a hablar PORTUGUES en tiempo record]..perdiendo mi hermano su antigüedad de 10 años en una empresa DE ILUMINACION [SADILSA]

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[nervetoadoreyou]

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY CELEBRATION

 → day two: favorite female lead film/show — VERONICA MARS (2004-2007, 2014, 2019)

"You're a marshmallow, Veronica Mars"

[adultswim2021]

Space Ghost Week

Space Ghost Coast to Coast #19: “Explode” | February 2, 1996 | S03E01

Well I had to get this one out of the way, my least favorite episode of Space Ghost ever. To be honest, this wasn’t so bad this time around, and I might put this over something else. I don’t know. At the time when I first saw this episode I was in high school and in drama class and I vowed to never be one of those dorks who quoted Monty Python all the time. One time our drama instructor had us learn actual Monty Python sketches to perform for the class. I groaned loudly, because even in 199X at the tender age of 1X, I too had the ability to virtue signal. This story is getting way too long, and it’s not even that interesting. Sorry. POINT IS: We were the only ones that didn’t do a British accent for our sketch (The Argument Clinic) and we brought the house down by making it our own. Fuck you, nerds. You just got owned, by a slightly less nerdy guy.

Also: I LOVE MONTY PYTHON. I got those Flying Circus blu-rays. You better believe I do.

I think the reason I hated this episode the first time I saw it was because, for a few minutes of it at least, it resembles what I loathed: teenagers sitting around quoting Monty Python. Sure, a member of Monty Python was also present, spiritedly playing along and enabling them. There were also mentions of monkeys and cheese, two wacky nouns that I formed a whole identity around not laughing at. Just say normal swear words and slurs if you wanna get laughs. Jesus.

This time around, I’m much easier on the episode. Terry Jones was so game, and I don’t know how you can’t just be charmed by that. There’s a little cringe, but isn’t there always a little cringe on Space Ghost? I’ve called out jokes I thought were weak in previous episodes. I think I’m way too harsh on this one. It’s basically fine.

This episode was written by Rob Thomas who would go onto create shows like Cupid, Veronica Mars, and Party Down. Fun fact: I watched all of Veronica Mars because a girl I liked liked it. So I know that there’s an episode where a witness to a crime, a stoner college kid, is telling a detective about said crime, and he gets sidetracked and starts talking about how he was busy watching Space Ghost, and starts describing this episode. I remember at the time thinking “Adult Swim doesn’t show Space Ghost anymore, you fucking idiot. And also, this episode is bad, you absolute imbecile.” and then looking it up and being all like “oh, same writer, I get it now”. I still get it

DVD NOTE: This is the last episode on the Volume One DVD set, which is weird because it’s the first episode of the next season. Had they put it on the next set it would’ve been spared of mutilation, at least in one sense - the makers of Volume One on DVD decided to lop off the end title cards which number the episodes probably to hide the fact that some episodes were missing. This required them to cut out little post-credit bits, like this one has with the Ghost Planet in a mock-up of the BBC logo and John Peel stating “Coming up next on the Cartoon Network, the Ghost Planet will explode.” which it does. This episode DOES include an Ultra Seven clip, which had to be replaced on the next DVD, so I guess we should be thankful that gets to stay here.

[veronicakeeper]

i feel like i might sink and drown and die {pov, junho}

Desde o show de Lorcan d’Eath no Beco Diagonal, Veronica sentia-se muitíssimo abalada. Claro que toda a confusão que acontecera no evento, com as palavras ameaçadoras do artista, a deixaram preocupada, porém a origem de seu estresse vinha de antes da apresentação do músico; quando encontrou Ivy no local e logo juntaram-se com Kenneth, parecia que estavam em uma bomba-relógio prestes a explodir a qualquer momento. A troca de farpas com a francesa era constante, e seu namorado parecia completamente alheio às circunstâncias. Ronnie sentia-se culpada por não contar sobre o contexto para Jones, porém não queria gerar desconfiança em sua relação; e além do mais, ficava repetindo para si mesma que estava controlando aquela situação, e que seus sentimentos por Mars não eram tão importantes quanto o amor estável que sentia pelo rapaz. Intimamente, também tinha muito medo de arriscar tudo que vinha construindo com ele para dar um tiro no escuro, porém jamais iria admitir isso para alguém, e sequer para si mesma.

Na semana seguinte ao acontecimento no Beco Diagonal, o clima nos treinos estava tenso. Veronica deu um discurso motivacional às jogadoras, tentando levantar os espíritos, e recebeu alguns gritos entusiasmados em retorno, de jogadoras que estavam dispostas a direcionar as angústias daqueles tempos incertos ao esporte. Estava praticando sua defesa, e ironicamente Ivy praticava seus arremessos. No início estranhou a violência com que a francesa jogava a goles em sua direção, porém manteve-se quieta, defendendo com as mãos ou com a vassoura, e vez ou outra vacilando e deixando ela entrar por algum dos aros. A tensão entre as duas era óbvia, e apenas crescia conforme o treino avançava. Quando chegaram ao chão, Vázquez foi à direção de Mars, ficando próxima dela o suficiente para falar sem chamar muita atenção das colegas de time. — Save the violence for the adversary, Mars. We’re a team. — Disse, a fitando nos olhos azuis. "Why are you giving me so much crap? Take a chill pill, Vázquez” Ivy respondeu. — This is practice. — Ela retrucou, deixando alguns segundos de silêncio com tensão entre elas, sendo possível quase sentir a respiração misturada com suor uma da outra, antes de seguir até o vestiário.

A morena estava com sua bolsa aberta no meio do vestiário, vestindo apenas sutiã e calcinha, com o coração acelerado pela interação que acabara de ter com a francesa e tentando afastar da mente qualquer pensamento intruso que beirasse às memórias mais íntimas do ano-novo que passaram juntas, quando Ivy adentrou o recinto, com uma energia ainda furiosa. Ela dobrava suas roupas do treino e guardava na bolsa, observando pelo canto do olho a colega posicionar-se à sua direita e começar a arrumar suas coisas e despir-se. Veronica engoliu em seco quando a ex-ravina tirou a blusa, sem conseguir evitar que uma memória invadisse sua mente. Por mais que negasse para si mesma, ainda sentia alguma coisa por Mars, e era por isso que muitas vezes ela demorava ou adiantava-se para trocar de roupa após os treinos e jogos. Aquele dia, no entanto, houve um erro em seus cálculos. Imediatamente, a morena pegou sua calça limpa e a vestiu, e sem perceber, colocou a mesma blusa que usara no treino. Saiu apressada do vestiário, sem nem olhar para Ivy. “Merda, as coisas não podem continuar assim” foi o seu pensamento, e em seguida pensou em Ken lhe esperando em casa. Sentiu-se culpada novamente.

[printcharms]

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[dyaz-stories]

Happy Birthday Mr President

A one-shot for the one and only LoVe couple, or Logan Echolls&Veronica Mars, for Veronica Mars. First time writing for the fandom, set during season 3 :)

Also available on Fanfiction.net and Ao3

Veronica didn’t really have a plan when she went to visit Logan at the Neptune Grand. Which was probably a normal thing, actually. You’re not supposed to always have everything prepared, you’re not supposed to have a precise outline of everything bad that can happen to you, you’re not supposed to look for places where you can see without being seen when you walk into a room, and you’re definitely not supposed to check the windows for angles at which you could be seen by, say, a private detective.

Which was why, if she had thought about it, or even noticed her own behavior, Veronica would have guessed immediately that she wasn’t normal. Not that she would have cared, but she would have realized it, at least.

What she did realize, though, was that there was something really… relaxing about being with Logan. She didn’t connect it to all the things she didn’t have to worry about when she was with him, but she could still appreciate it. He was her island of peace in a chaotic life, her happiness, a place where she knew she could let everything go.

If you had told her just two years ago that she would ever define Logan Echolls as her “island of peace”, she would have laughed — and then, for good measure, she would probably have found something very petty to do to you. Not mean, because that wouldn’t deserve mean, but she would definitely have figured something out.

That being said, the second she saw Jeff Rather walking towards her boyfriend’s room, the gears started turning in her head again.

It wasn’t an elaborate plan, in fact she could come up with seven of these before breakfast, but she wouldn’t say no to the cerebral activity.

“Heyyy, Jeff!” she greeted him with an unnatural cheer that had him recoiling. “Is that for Logan?”

He looked down at the trolley he was pushing, then sighed deeply.

“It is.”

“Great! So would you mind letting me deliver it?”

He sized her up for a moment. In fact, he would mind, because he hated the idea of doing anything that would please her. As far as he was concerned, Veronica Mars was a demon, and he just needed to prove it. Her fake smile fell while he was staring at her.

“…Or do you really want me to make your life miserable that hard?”

It took him a few more seconds to weigh his options, before deciding that no, it wasn’t worth angering her just so she would be annoyed he hadn’t let her deliver her boyfriend’s food.

In fact, one could even say it was rather ridiculous it had taken him that long to make his decision.

“Fine, Mars,” he replied, rolling his eyes and extending his hand.

When she blinked at him, he rose an eyebrow, and Veronica shook her head, looking in her purse. That rat. If she hadn’t known exactly the feeling of not getting tipped for your work, she would have left him standing there. But apparently, she couldn’t see herself doing that now.

Damn, maybe Weevil was right. She was getting soft.

The exchange made, she pushed the trolley for the last few meters, and swiped the card Logan had given her to open the room, then slipped it into her back pocket. She actually had it on her at most times, and though she tended to think it was sentimental and somewhat ridiculous, she couldn’t help the comfort it gave her. It just made her happy in the simplest of ways, and no matter how sentimental that was, it wasn’t something she could deny herself.

“Room-service!” she called out.

Logan’s head jerked up and he stared at her, mouth gaping, for a few moments from the couch.

“Veronica?”

“Surprise!”

Then there it was. That bright smile that reached his eyes, the one she only saw when she caught him off-guard. It happened more and more often, probably because he was lowering his guard around her more than around anyone else, but it was a sight she didn’t think she would ever get tired of.

In a few long strides, he was towering over her, the smile not completely gone yet, and he was leaning towards her, something she had had to get used to since dating someone who just had to be that tall.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” he said with maybe just a hint of shyness. He didn’t necessarily say it out loud, but he loved it when she used the card he’d given her.

“You’re not too familiar with the concept of a surprise, are you?” Veronica teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to peck his mouth lightly.

He snorted at that, but soon followed her mouth to kiss her again, properly this time, and for one second, Veronica just let herself go. She let herself feel his hand delicately cradling her face, let herself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, soft against hers, let herself appreciate the warmth of his body. Let herself enjoy him.

Then she stepped back, eyeing the trolley with curiosity.

“So. What are we eating?”

He let his hands fall. He should have known — it couldn’t possibly be that easy to have Veronica’s undivided attention, of course he would need to put some more effort into it.

“Want to order some more?” he offered while she revealed french fries and a steak.

She grinned, grabbing a few fries. “No thanks. What’s a boyfriend for if I can’t even steal his food?”

He chuckled lightly at her antics. He was so whipped.

Then ordered more fries.

By the time he was done, she was sitting on the couch, eyes on the TV. Looked like he would either need some good persuasion or just to wait a little longer before he could have her all for himself. But she looked taken in by the movie, and, well, an evening by her side, in any way, was still infinitely better than any other evening plans that didn’t involve her, so he decided he could settle for that, and he took his place by her side.

A couple of hours later, his arm had slipped from around her shoulders to her waist, and she was half-laying on top of him. They both enjoyed everything they could get that way. The proximity, the comfort of being together, that never got old.

Still, the third time Logan noticed Veronica glancing down at her watch (it was actually the sixth), he couldn’t help but ask “Gotta go soon?”

She looked up at him, arching her back against him to achieve that angle.

“Are you trying to throw me out without even giving me some ‘but baby it’s cold outside’?” she protested, grinning. “No. My dad isn’t going to worry or anything.” As for why, she wanted him to have plausible deniability, so she couldn’t expand on that.

“So what then?” he questioned her. “Am I boring you? Because I promise I can make this a lot more entertaining…”

She laughed, and in only a few seconds, she was sitting in his lap, her fingers running softly on the nape of his neck and in his hair.

“Well…“ Another look at her watch, and this time, she smiled widely. Finally. She leaned in until her lips were brushing against his without quite touching. “Happy birthday,” she whispered before kissing him softly.

Instinctively, his hands closed around her waist and he pulled her closer, his brain much slower to process her words than his body.

“You remembered,” he mumbled, emotion obvious in his voice.

She shook her head with amusement, but there was no mockery in her voice when she replied “Of course I remembered.”

Birthdays had never been Logan’s favorites. As a child, his mother would always organize the most outrageous parties, but those were never really about him — it was about money, about power, and about her, and even then he had been able to understand that to a degree. Later, she had stopped doing that, and he had spent his birthdays as almost normal days. There had been the time when he was with Lilly, of course. They’d been broken up on his birthday though, so they hadn’t done anything, but she had given him an expensive watch when they had gotten back together, so at least she had thought of him, right?

Still, it had been quite some time since someone had actually wished him a happy birthday, on the right date and all.

“So does that make you my gift?” he teased, his hands already slipping under her shirt, ready and willing to unwrap.

“I mean I can be, I know I’m a constant pleasure after all,” she grinned, “but it’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

Oh, and she had gotten him a present. He knew there was a reason he liked her that much.

Not that she had to. He would have been happy with having her there, he would have been happy with her being here and forgetting his birthday, he would have been happy with a text, he would have been happy with nothing at all as long as she was in his life.

But since she was there, he crossed his fingers behind his head in a false display of calmness while he watched her pull out a crumpled package from her pocket and hand it to him. For one second, he stood still, and then, with a childish enthusiasm that he knew would make her laugh, he tore the package to pull out a small chain.

“So, my first idea was to give you a key,” she started rambling, feeling unusually nervous as he let it run through his fingers, “but my dad would kill you if he saw you in the house and didn’t know you were there, and I happen to like having you around, so I couldn’t do that. Then I…”

”Veronica,” he interrupted her. “It’s great.”

It wasn’t anything too fancy really, just a silver chain with a triangular pendant, which he guessed was meant to represent Mars Investigations’ logo, but it was perfect.

He would probably have thought anything coming from her was perfect, but he truly appreciated this. It would always remind him of her, but it was discreet enough that he could see himself wearing it without giving him too much thought.

Though he would have worn something if it had “Belongs to Veronica Mars” engraved in it as well.

“You like it?” she asked softly.

“Put it on?” he simply replied.

She smiled as she took the necklace from him then reached behind his head to attach it. Once it was done, she kissed his cheek softly. She wanted to tell him she knew it wasn’t much, that she knew he was probably used to better, that if he didn’t like it, he should tell her, but he looked so genuinely happy that there was nothing she could find in herself to say.

There was a moment of silence while she looked into his eyes, where she saw herself and only herself reflected. It felt like she could see so much of him just then, so much gratitude, and perhaps most importantly, how much he cared for her. Her breath caught in her throat.

Next thing she knew, he’d pushed her on the couch, and he was laying on top of her, pulling on her shirt.

“I have a second present to open, right?” he said with a serious tone.

Veronica laughed then pretended to sigh, her attitude immediately refuted by her legs locking around his waist.

“Do your worst.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

With a grin, he kissed her, hastily trying to undress her while she attempted to take off his shirt in the same movement. They were both a little breathless, both almost in desperate need of the other.

Happy birthday to me, Logan thought to himself once he had managed to throw her shirt on the side, allowing himself to enjoy the view for a second, before leaning towards her yet again, thoroughly decided to enjoy his present.

[vmheadquarters]

VM Rewatch this Sunday with the graphic designer for VERONICA MARS, Tigre Pickett.

Tigre’s work includes the school logos, winged-bus crash iconography, Prying Eyez website, Phoenix Land Trust website, student IDs and the Lilly Kane memorial fountain, just to name a few.

If it needed designing on the show, he most likely had a hand in it! 🎨 👋

Join us at 7pm EST/4pm PST with your questions for Tigre.

👉 Facebook.com\SaveVeronicaMars 👈

[da5vi]

A quarta temporada de Veronica Mars é a melhor desde a primeira

Numa das reviravoltas mais divertidas de 2019, Veronica Mars, série maravilhosa e injustiçada, ganhou uma nova temporada. Disponível apenas no Hulu (que, por sua vez, ainda não está disponível aqui no Brasil), os episódios novos destoam um pouco dos outros: o lance agora é mais sério, violento e sensual. Sim, nossa querida detetive teen é agora um rolê de adulto!

É spring break e Neptune agora é ponto turístico para jovens universitários que querem beber e transar até esquecer de onde vieram. No entanto, um maluco está por aí espalhando cartinhas com rimas e bombardeando vários lugares da cidade. Em outras palavras: mais um caso que só Veronica Mars é capaz de resolver.

Nesta temporada, Veronica ganha ainda mais camadas e a vemos lidando com sua dificuldade em confiar nas pessoas de seu ciclo social -- algo que já era explorado na terceira temporada, mas que ficou bem melhor aqui. Apesar dela ter se tornado uma mulher badass -- o que nos rende alguns dos momentos mais icônicos e divertidos da série --, dessa vez é ela quem faz seu relacionamento com Logan se tornar algo desgastante justamente pelo que falei no início desse parágrafo.

Todas as cenas hot que os fãs de LoVe pediram por anos estão aqui (eu sempre fui team Piz, pessoal), mas o desfecho do casal, apesar de encaixar bem com a história, não vai agradar todo mundo. Participações especiais trazem de volta personagens secundários de Neptune e dão um ar de "normalidade" a série. E eu entendo que todo mundo queria ter mais Wallace (quem não?), porém acredito que o grande trunfo da progressão da história é justamente não ceder 100% à pressão dos fãs, resultando numa linha de tempo realista, apesar de ficcional.

Destaque especial para a atriz Izabela Vidovic, que já tinha visto em iZombie e Extraordinário, que interpreta uma adolescente bem semelhante a que Veronica era, dando uma dinâmica reflexiva e uma vibe legal de "irmã mais velha" a história. A relação Keith-Veronica aqui continua do mesmo jeito, e é legal ver que o Keith ganha um arco maior na história devido a alguns problemas de saúde.

Em oito episódios, a quarta temporada de Veronica Mars é definitivamente a melhor desde a primeira temporada (e olha que por muito tempo a segunda foi minha favorita), e o mais legal é que a história não ignora os dois livros que foram lançados há alguns anos (que iam sair aqui no Brasil mas não saíram, e eu preciso lê-los URGENTEMENTE), mas de uma maneira que não vai interferir a vida de quem não leu nada ainda (meu caso). Mas aviso logo que é bom separar uns lencinhos, porque o final promete muitas... explosões.

[staliasjeronica]

Day Four of Jeronica Week - Midnight

Thanks to @everything-jeronica for creating this prompt. I loved it so much! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make it more Halloween or normal so I kinda bordered them at the end.

“Jughead, come on! The moon looks so pretty and if we miss it, I will, no joke, break up with you,” Veronica groaned as she tugged on the boy’s sweatpants pocket, trying to urge him to follow her outside. “I know you’re hungry, but I’ll make you something after. Please, enjoy this with me, Jug...”

“Okay, okay,” Jughead chuckled, wrapping his arms around Veronica’s waist as she relaxed into him, smiling in victory while the two made their way outside. “Jesus, it’s cold.”

“I’ve already got us a couple of blankets, pillows, and jackets just in case,” Veronica hummed, placing a light kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek. “And now that you’re here... I’ll be right back.”

“You bring me out here in the cold to look up at the full moon and sky we see every day... to go back inside?” Jughead narrowed his eyes at the mischievous woman that he was absolutely enamores with, watching her shrug and excitedly skip back into the trailer. Sighing, he complied, crawling his way into the blanket and laying down comfortably by folding his arms behind his head.

Despite being tired and slightly annoyed and cranky, as Jughead scanned the dark, yet luminous night sky, he couldn’t help but marvel at how absolutely incredible the Universe was. The stars were blinking, and white—with the exception of the red tint of Mars— and no one could deny that looking up at the night sky was not only beautiful, but eye-opening.

The only reason Jughead and Veronica, and everybody else on Earth, was placed on this planet all because of the Big Bang—the tiniest of atoms that managed to create the ability to meet one another and fall in love, to feel emotions, to live. Mentally, Jughead thanked the Universe for bringing him and Veronica together. If he didn’t have her... he wasn’t sure where he would be.

“I’m the best girlfriend, aren’t I?” Veronica’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Because of where he was, he couldn’t see the breathtaking woman, but he didn’t want to move.

And, of course he would be an ass about his response. “I don’t know. Ethel and I’s week-romance was pretty amazing.”

“You’re a jerk,” Veronica murmured, playfully sneering at him as she stood above him. She brought out two white bags, and the logo for Pop’s made Jughead’s mouth fall open in surprise. He sat up immediately, turning to her. “I take it back, you’re the best girlfriend ever and no one, not even Ethel or Betty could compare.”

Veronica winked, “I thought you’d change your mind.”

The girl sat down beside Jughead and peeked into the bag. Taking a couple of fries, she then handed the bag to Jughead.

“Did you just take some of my fries?” Jughead puffed out his bottom lip in a playful manner, pouting like a child. “That’s despicable.”

“Take it as were even from that girlfriend comment,” Veronica patted him on the shoulder before she dug into her own bag. “Do you like the setup?”

Jughead gave Veronica’s handiwork another glance; now that he was more awake and less crabby, and couldn’t help but smile at the small details she had placed into this spontaneous little date. There were no lights, except for the dull one on the trailer, but there were binoculars on the side, with a white note, and a small little bag beside it.

Veronica urged, “open the letter and the bag.”

Jughead did as he was told, snatching the letter and eyeing the girl curiously, only to watch her grin at him as she awaited for him to read it.

Jug,

It was about time we had some alone time. Star gazing is apparently really romantic, and can also lead to more strenuous activities... check the bag beside this letter, baby.

Love, V

Then, he snatched the light bag, noting that it felt like there was nothing in it. But as he unzipped the bag, he laughed lightly, meeting Veronica’s gaze. “If I would have known that star gazing got you in the mood, we would do this every day.”

“C’mon, let’s hope we can see a shooting star.”

“You do know that shooting stars are—“

“Finish that fact and I will revoke those condoms, Jones.”

“—unable to outshine the brightness of your cheek, my love.”

However, before Veronica and Jughead could lay down and enjoy their date, the sound of shoes hitting rocks forced their attention to their dark surroundings. No one was in sight, and from the looks of it, mostly everyone was asleep.

“Who’s there?” Jughead called, unconsciously wrapping his arm around Veronica’s waist as he brought her closer to his body to protect her. “Answer me... who’s there?”

Veronica let out a panicked shriek; Jughead didn’t even have to check where she was looking because when he turned his head, two dark figures slowly made their way towards the light. Their faces were large, and green. It took a moment for Jughead to realize that they were wearing the masks that he woke up to when he was being initiated into the Serpents.

“Sweet Pea, Fangs?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows, his suspicions confirmed as their laughs were only slightly muffled from the masks. They took the masks off and grew louder. “You assholes, why would you do that?”

“Because it’s Halloween, and you two were easy targets,” Sweet Pea nonchalantly replied, highfiving Fangs. “You two on a date? Cute.”

“I’m calling Josie to complain since she’s the only person Sweet Pea seems to care about how she thinks of him,” Veronica whipped out her phone dramatically.

“Just for scaring you?” Sweet Pea made his way closer to the two, “that’s low.”

“She was just a summer fling,” Fangs mumbled, and the jealousy was obvious. “Besides, it’s midnight. She’s probably sleeping and will hate you for waking her up.”

“Was that jealousy on your face, Fangs?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow teasingly, watching as he shook his head in denial. “No. Everybody acts like Josie and Sweet Pea we’re together for, like, five years and have just broken up. She was just a fling.”

“We can talk about their romance later. I want to enjoy the moon and the stars and the sky without two dickhead soulmates scaring the shit out of me,” Veronica rolled her eyes, shooing the two away with her hand.

“Soulmates?” Sweet Pea questioned, turning to Fangs. “Wait... you not liking my relationship with Josie makes a lot of sense now...”

“Oh, wow, it’s getting so late, I gotta go!” Fangs sprinted away, leaving Sweet Pea standing there for a few moments, blinking as he reeled through what had just happened and what had just been revealed.

“Sweet Pea... go after him, idiot!” Veronica laughed, the two watching as Sweet Pea left to chase after his best friend. “Now... where were we?”

“I believe I was saying you were much more beautiful than these stars,” Jughead whispered, placing a small kiss on Veronica’s lips.

“Really? I remember us about to lie down and do what we came out here to do.”

“Way to ruin my compliment.”

“I take it back... this is when we become even from your girlfriend comment earlier.”

“But my fries—whatever. We are even, okay? No more excuses.”

[itstimetoyoutuberewind-blog]

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[fangirlstitches]

Carrie sent us this picture of the finished #VeronicaMars Alphabet. It looks fantastic! 😍 I particularly love how well the logo came out. ... “I stitched the Veronica Mars alphabet for my friend and she loved it!’ The pattern was great! Thought you’d like to see the finished work.” ... #fangirlstitches #embroidery #needlework #marshmallow #handmade #crossstitch #etsy

[thestar-russo]

Seria mentira dizer que nunca havia imaginado qual seria a sensação ao falecer. Depois de ser adotado pelo Russo, envolto por luxos e poder, até havia esquecido a sensação de vulnerabilidade — como se fosse imortal. Mas aquela não era mesmo a primeira vez que chegava perto da morte. Antes mesmo de ser adotado, quando tudo o que tinha era o convento e as ruas, a fome e as fortes doenças já o fizeram pensar que havia chegado ao fim um bom par de vezes. A questão lhe retornara à mente também quando sua primeira figura materna, a freira Nora, tirou a própria vida; e uma última vez quando Emília, sua mãe adotiva, repetira o ato. Fazia muito tempo que não se permitia pensar na morte com sensibilidade, não após tantos machucados, não quando o assunto ainda era uma ferida não cicatrizada. Mas então lá estava ele, finalmente tendo em primeira mão a experiência que o trazia uma vez mais àquele lugar. Como era a morte? Havia perguntado a Nora, em uma ocasião, novo demais para entender qualquer resposta. A freira tinha dito que era silenciosa, calma. Que no fim, haveria paz e a certeza de que tudo ficaria bem. A certeza de que Deus os receberia, e que nada mais poderia feri-los. Stefano há muito deixara de acreditar na figura divina, mas percebeu, naqueles instantes que perdia tanto sangue e a consciência cedia, que aquela paz lhe atingia o coração e se espalhava. Que, de repente, teve certeza de que tudo ficaria bem. E então, silêncio. Tudo ficou quieto. Não houve memórias da vida como um filme, não houve uma luz branca, não houve uma dança de cores e formas magníficas. Apenas calmaria, silêncio e paz. Teria seu pai ido embora assim? Russo não achava que ele merecia, se fosse sincero. Ora essa! O próprio Stefano não se via digno daquela sensação. Mas se aquilo era mesmo a vida após a morte, ou o caminho até ela, ele não saberia dizer — e não se recordaria tão logo que as tentativas de Veronica sucediam em acorda-lo. Se o seu sono fora pacífico, o despertar parecia o oposto. Os olhos abriram de uma só vez, como quem recebia uma carga inesperada de energia, e o homem respirou fundo em uma busca agonizante por oxigenio, como se tivesse acabado de ser resgatado do mar. Tossiu um par de vezes, a mão indo na direção do abdômen que latejava a cada tosse. Quando enfim as coisas pareciam encaixar nos eixos de sua mente, se lembrou do que acontecia, de onde estava; com quem estava. “Ronnie” Uma vez mais o apelido soava tão natural que fazia parecer que há muito era utilizado. “Ai. Merda.” Xingou, devido à dor forte do peito, respirando com dificuldade. “Ei, tudo bem.” Garantiu, quando notou que ela parecia nervosa, mesmo que seus dizeres entredentes demonstrassem que ele não estava completamente bem. “Ali… embaixo… nesse pote” Apontou na direção da maleta de primeiros socorros. “O remédio.” Pediu, pois se a dor permanecesse naquele nível, talvez ele desmaiasse outra vez. E um remédio daquele com toda certeza resolveria — afinal, sequer poderia tê-lo em casa, tão forte que era. “Você… você está bem?”

thestar-russo​:

Embriagado pela dor alucinante, o criminoso até tentou observar conforme a garota se afastava para procurar nos banheiros o kit sobre o qual conversavam, mas a visão parecia instável e um tanto embaçada. Nem tentou com muito afinco, afogando-se na sensação esquisita de tê-la longe. Não era como se eles vivessem juntos (céus, podia bem ser o oposto daquilo!), mas de alguma maneira conforme a jovem se afastava, tinha sentido um incômodo o qual não podia dizer reconhecer. Para a própria sorte - se é que tal palavra ainda pudesse descrever qualquer coisa naquela noite -, Veronica não tardou em retornar. As mãos ansiavam por toca-la, tanto que o fez, sem nem pensar sobre como certamente iria mancha-lá de sangue. Não era como se estivesse muito consciente de seus atos e palavras, de qualquer maneira. O pedido o fez erguer o canto dos lábios no que parecia um riso, tinha escutado aquelas palavras de formas outras formas antes. Mulheres pedindo que passasse a noite com elas, ou até que engajassem em algo mais sério — sempre odiou aquela intimação, aquele pedido tão singelo. E lá estava ele, não apenas apreciando ouvir o pedido, mas querendo mesmo atende-lo. Claro que, àquele ponto, suas forças já não mais pareciam capazes daquilo. Assentiu apenas, em pequenos movimentos, e prensou os lábios um contra o outro assim que Parrish avisou sobre a faca. Respirou o mais fundo que conseguia, fechando a mandíbula no pano com quase nenhuma força, até que ela enfim começou a extrair a arma. A agilidade era bem vinda, mas a dor se fez presente mesmo assim. Movimentou o corpo de modo instintivo, tenso, enquanto grunhia abafado pelo pano quase em um grito. Os olhos encheram de lágrimas, e quando relaxou os músculos no sofá outra vez, as coisas ficavam ainda menos compreensíveis. Não estava com medo de morrer, não nas mãos de Veronica, mas a situação tampouco era calma. “Ronnie…” Repetiu o apelido, tossindo um pouco e contorcendo a expressão a cada pontada de dor que o movimento trazia. “Não vai embora” Ele chegou a pedir, depois de puxar a toalha para longe do rosto, e foi os olhos verdes foram a última coisa que ele viu antes de desmaiar.

A sensação de querer fazer de tudo para livrá-lo daquela dor era absurda e agonizante, mas muito contraditória também, considerando que na maioria das vezes que se encontravam, Stefano só fazia Verônica sentir raiva e vontade de machucá-lo. A verdade era que Ronnie preferia mil vezes enganar-se quanto ao que sentia, do que assumir que estava apaixonada por um dos maiores criminosos que já havia encontrado. Mas, naquela noite, estava tudo estranho; e, aparentemente, não só para ela. Sabia que Stefano não parava de delirar, mas o modo urgente como ele ficava lhe tocando estava deixando-a intrigada - e ela tampouco se importava em estar sujando-se cada vez mais com o sangue dele; sentia-se bem em estar ali ajudando-o e continuaria fazendo o que fosse preciso para salvá-lo. Verônica pôde sentir o corpo arrepiar-se inteiramente assim que removeu a faca e escutou-o grunhindo; era como se também estivesse sentindo a dor - ou como se quisesse pegá-la um pouco para si. Estava sendo ruim vê-lo sofrer (ainda que tivesse desejado um momento como aquele em muitos dos encontros que já haviam tido). A mulher encarou-o nos olhos no momento em que seu apelido fora dito com dificuldade e simplesmente travou com o pedido dele, voltando à realidade apenas quando percebeu as orbes escuras distanciando-se dali “Não, não, não, não” repetiu, assim que as pálpebras do italiano se fecharam, levando ambas as mãos para o rosto dele, uma de cada lado “Ei, ei, ei, ei, por favor, não…” ela murmurou com a voz embargada, tentando trazê-lo de volta. Estava completamente desesperada, mas sabia que tinha que se acalmar; aquele era o momento de terminar de cuidar do ferimento. 

A delegada soltou o rosto do homem e voltou endireitar-se no chão. “Vamos lá, você consegue” A respiração estava ofegante e sua maior vontade era de chorar; mas ela precisou ser forte. Pegou de dentro da maleta já aberta, os produtos necessários para higienizar o local e, após tirar a toalha encharcada de sangue do abdômen, aplicou o antisséptico sobre o ferimento. Logo em seguida, buscou a agulha juntamente com o fio cirúrgico; sorte era que Stefano tinha um kit completo, certamente muito bem preparado para lidar com situações como aquela - a única questão é que deveria ser um médico ali e não uma delegada -. Ronnie estava tremendo, mas não podia enrolar; o Russo não podia ficar muito tempo desacordado. Dessa forma, ela suspirou, procurando manter-se calma, e logo começou a suturar o local. Havia muito sangue, o que dificultou ainda mais para a mulher que nunca tinha lidado com um ferimento como aquele. O processo fez parecer que estava mais acabando com o restante da vida do homem, do que de fato salvando-o. Mas não demorou muito para finalizar a sutura com um nó - por sorte, o ferimento não era extenso. O resultado final não havia ficado lindo, mas ao menos havia parado de sangrar - e era isso o que importava, uh? Assim que terminou de cuidar do ferimento, a delegada aproximou-se novamente do rosto do homem ainda desacordado. Levou ambas as mãos nas laterais do rosto masculino, não se importando em sujá-lo com o sangue. Os olhos encheram-se de lágrimas, enquanto alisava-o com o polegar “Stefano!” chamou-o pela primeira vez, com um tom firme “Acorda, vamos! Você vai ficar bem, já tá tudo bem! Stefano, ei!” insistiu, levando uma das mãos para a testa dele e deslizando-a até os fios escuros “Stefano, eu tô aqui! Ei, eu tô aqui! Acorda!” pediu, agora com a voz embargada, enquanto dava-lhe alguns tapinhas na bochecha “Por favor… droga, volta pra mim!”