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I forgot to add Secret Circle. So comment if you want that or anything else you know I like

[journalofanoldsoul]

Couple Dynamics 💕 (Venus Composite Chart) - Part 1

Venus in Aries

🫶 "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" (2005): This action-packed film portrays the fiery passion and competitive energy of an Aries Venus. The movie follows a couple who are both highly skilled assassins, showcasing their intense chemistry and adventurous nature.

🫶 Ross and Rachel from "Friends": Ross and Rachel's on-again, off-again relationship in the TV show "Friends" captures the fiery and passionate dynamic often associated with Venus in Aries. Their love story is filled with ups and downs, reflecting the Aries energy of intensity and impulsiveness.

🫶 Beca and Chloe from "Pitch Perfect": Beca and Chloe's dynamic in the movie series "Pitch Perfect" exemplifies the passionate and competitive nature of Venus in Aries. Their vibrant personalities and shared love for music create an exciting and energetic connection.

Venus in Taurus

🫶 The Notebook" (2004): This classic romantic movie depicts a deep and enduring love story, which resonates with the sensual and romantic nature of Venus in Taurus. The film portrays a couple's strong bond and commitment to each other over time.

🫶 Noah and Allie from "The Notebook": The relationship between Noah and Allie in "The Notebook" showcases the Venus in Taurus qualities of loyalty, stability, and a deep connection that stands the test of time.

🫶 Elio and Oliver from "Call Me by Your Name": Elio and Oliver's tender and sensuous relationship in the movie "Call Me by Your Name" represents the deep emotional connection and sensual intimacy associated with Venus in Taurus. Their story showcases the beauty and depth of a same-sex love affair.

Venus in Gemini

🫶 "500 Days of Summer" (2009): This film explores the complexities of love and relationships, reflecting the duality and intellectual stimulation associated with Venus in Gemini. The story delves into the ups and downs of a romantic connection with its twists and turns.

🫶 Jim and Pam from "The Office": Jim and Pam's relationship in the TV show "The Office" embodies the playful banter, wit, and intellectual connection that is often found with Venus in Gemini. Their journey showcases the importance of communication and shared interests.

🫶 Waverly and Nicole from "Wynonna Earp": Waverly and Nicole's connection in the TV show "Wynonna Earp" embodies the witty banter, intellectual stimulation, and adaptability of Venus in Gemini. Their relationship is characterized by playful conversations, a deep understanding of each other's minds, and the ability to adapt to one another's ever-evolving needs and interests.

Venus in Cancer

🫶 "The Fault in Our Stars" (2014): This heartfelt movie tells the story of two young cancer patients who fall in love. It portrays the emotional depth, vulnerability, and nurturing aspects associated with Venus in Cancer.

🫶 Jack and Rose from "Titanic": The iconic love story of Jack and Rose in the movie "Titanic" captures the tender and emotional connection of Venus in Cancer. Their love transcends societal barriers, and their bond is characterized by emotional support and sacrifice.

🫶 Ennis and Jack from "Brokeback Mountain": The relationship between Ennis and Jack in "Brokeback Mountain" highlights the deep emotional bond, nurturing, and protection associated with Venus in Cancer. Their love story is marked by secrecy, longing, and a profound connection that withstands the test of time.

Venus in Leo

🫶 "Moulin Rouge!" (2001): This visually stunning musical showcases grandiose gestures, creative expression, and passionate love. It reflects the dramatic and theatrical nature of Venus in Leo, where love is expressed with flair and enthusiasm.

🫶 Carrie and Mr. Big from "Sex and the City": Carrie and Mr. Big's relationship in the TV show "Sex and the City" embodies the glamorous and attention-seeking qualities of Venus in Leo. Their love story is filled with ups and downs, but their passion and magnetic attraction are undeniable.

🫶 Patrick and Richie from "Looking": Patrick and Richie's passionate and dramatic relationship in the TV show "Looking" captures the grandiose expressions of love and the fiery energy of Venus in Leo. Their connection is marked by intense chemistry and a desire to be seen and celebrated.

Venus in Virgo

🫶 "Silver Linings Playbook" (2012): This film explores the complexities of human relationships, mental health, and personal growth. It reflects the practicality, attention to detail, and healing potential associated with Venus in Virgo.

🫶 Monica and Chandler from "Friends": Monica and Chandler's relationship in the TV show "Friends" showcases the grounded and supportive nature of Venus in Virgo. They are a couple who deeply care for each other, displaying acts of service and dedication.

🫶 Naomi and Emily from "Skins": Naomi and Emily's relationship in the TV show "Skins" embodies the practicality, loyalty, and healing potential of Venus in Virgo. Their connection is characterized by a supportive and nurturing bond that helps them navigate challenges together.

These recommendations and couple choices are based on the archetypal qualities associated with each Venus sign. While they may not represent an exhaustive list, they serve as examples to illustrate how the energies and themes of each Venus sign can manifest in romantic movies and famous couples. It's important to remember that astrology is a complex and nuanced system, and individual interpretations can vary.

I hope you have enjoyed this selection.

Stay tune for part 2…

xoxo J.

[talas-first-lady]

Additional Wynonna Earp Vengeance thoughts

This is going to be all the spoilers. You have been warned.

First of all, things that brought me a lot of joy:

The first scene up until things went bad. Nedley. Mercedes. Being buddies. Everything Mercedes was wearing including her monogrammed fanny pack of fishing lures.

Mercedes being like “the face. Kill me if you must but do not harm the face.” And hey, props to Mina for listening?

Bunny Loblaw cameo. The woman just gets better every time.

Any and all Wayhaught physical activity.

The entire Wynonna and Doc intro in Tombstone. That was just pure 100% Wynonna perfection.

“No we will NOT be redoing those stairs. They are very important to me for reasons.” - Nicole Haught

Every comment from Wynonna about how drunken brawling is actually precisely what Mercedes would have wanted at her wake (although I think Mercedes would have wanted more male strippers tbh).

I am typing this as I walk my dogs and we just passed a gold penis-shaped piece of confetti on the sidewalk outside a bar. Mercedes Gardner: never truly gone.

There was some quality Earp sister time that I did enjoy although it was slightly off (see Waverly discussion).

I am very much not up on current music so I didn’t get 100% of the references but Doc talking to Waverly about Megan Thee Stallion is what I came for.

Wistful comment about friend from Arizona. Thank you, Doc. Sorry your new bf was a tool.

The conversation between Wynonna and Nedley at the cemetery was perfect and should have happened years ago.

The fact that no one for a moment doubted that the three people Wynonna loves most are Waverly, Alice… and Nicole. I will be a Wynnaught shipper till the day I die.

Wynonna going to hell was pretty badass.

Nedley hitting hellhounds with his truck.

No pyramid schemes!

Now for the complaints.

At no point did they convince me that Mina was actually worse than all the demons they’ve faced before. Really? Sure, she doesn’t follow Revenant rules, but they’ve dealt with Bulshar. She does not remotely compare.

I also didn’t really buy the backstory stuff: Wynonna trying to impress a bunch of mean girls by summoning a demon for them? Taking them to the homestead at all? None of that felt true to her. I also don’t know why the group home girls were just suddenly back in Purgatory. (Also Dawson’s Freaks is the STUPIDEST.)

I think maybe Mina would have worked with a full season of build-up, but this was just not enough time.

I’m really pissed off about Mercedes surviving everything just to be murdered as a plot device. I love her, ok? She deserves better.

I am less pissed about Doc because I think they handled it decently - one last epic shootout, burying him in the spot where he wanted to raise Alice, the symmetry with burying Dolls (on the same hill, I think?), letting him come to terms with aging and dying. But it was so unnecessary. And so rushed: we never got to see anyone’s reaction but Wynonna’s (and Jeremy’s wildly out of character non-reaction). He was such an important character and we never got to say goodbye properly.

Not enough Jeremy.

Nicole’s attitude towards Wynonna up until that big don’t tell Waverly moment just made me so sad. I love their dynamic. I don’t know what happened.

In general, it felt like Nicole majorly backslid.

Biggest problem, though: Waverly. And I’m going to be upfront here and say that I was never as enamored with Waverly as a lot of people are. But I did like her and this didn’t feel like Waverly.

I think it’s fantastic that Dom has come out and become more comfortable in their skin and that they didn’t force them back in the girly Waverly box for this.

But I think they changed too much. Physically, the hair, the nose ring, the tattoos, the wardrobe choices (the wifebeater? The bolo tie?). But there was also her behavior. Jumping into a bar fight aggressively after relatively minor provocation was a lot. There was nothing of the light, bubbly Waverly left aside from a craft room. It just felt like part of her died. Like something happened over those 5 years that traumatized her worse than the stuff we actually witnessed. And Nicole being so unconcerned about it.

Anyway, that’s most of it?

[girl4music]

So I’ve just watched ‘Vengeance’ for the second time via VPN because apparently that’s legal and counts to the views. I watched it on my big screen 55” TV so I didn’t miss a single detail and was fully focused on what happened. And yeah, now I can see why so many people have issues with it. However, I will reiterate what I said before. This is a standalone 90-minute special. You only have so much time to do so much and the stakes still need to be big and high anyway.

The difficult choices they made were necessary difficult choices because they had to prove to Tubi that it was worth doing and supporting WEARP - and worth it to continue doing and supporting WEARP.

At the same time Emily Andras wanted to make sure the Earp veteran fans would have all the humour and nostalgia packed into it. The problem with that is because of the timeframe restrictions, all that stuff would have to be put in moments where it shouldn’t be and there still needed to be a decent amount of exposition for the newbie watchers so they can get clued in on the background and lore of WEARP.

Guaranteed a lot of the details veterans fans expected to see and be explored in the special was actually in the original script but just had to be cut out or cut down. Details like why it was never made clear that Mercedes was a vampire, why Rachel wasn’t there or even mentioned, why 15 year old Wynonna knew stuff that she really shouldn’t have known then and it was proven in the TV show that she didn’t know that stuff.

All of this either had to be cut out/down or ignored because they had to keep it as simple to follow as possible for new watchers as well as keep the veteran fans from getting bored with exposition on the lore that they already knew. It’s one hell of a balancing act that they had to do with this special. And I still really like it regardless of the obvious flaws that I can see.

When you see it from Tubi’s perspective, you understand why things are the way they are in the special. Emily Andras really couldn’t do any other.

I’m just happy I can actually get to support it too now I know using a VPN to watch it isn’t going to hurt them.

[firetfly]

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[pelorsdyke]

making a new pinned post to say hi! if you like my writing or me and want to read more of what I do, you can find me here on ao3. I most often write for queer wlw ships, including:

robin buckley & nancy wheeler (stranger things): there’s so many of these I haven’t listed them all, but here are some of my favorites

until what I love misses me, and calls me in. (nye! nancy’s birthday! a proposal!)

see you soon (ronance’s time-traveling child! mindflayer!robin! both old married ronance and first kiss ronance!)

heartstrings (a three part celeb!robin au. long distance, secret identities, phone sex!)

me and my girlfriend playing dress up at my house (robin dresses nancy up in her clothes as revenge for her gf making her wear frilly high necked dresses)

in the cold clear light of day down here, everyone’s a monster (werewolf pack of robin, max, chrissy, and vickie. featuring nancy identifying werewolf robin on sight!)

my heart was irrevocably gone (regency ronance)

i will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks (a lot of domestic fluff for established ronance)

but the cold light of stars (my alien movies au! one of the crowning gems of my ronance stuff)

marjan marwani & nancy gillian (911 lone star):

who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me (test kitchen au)

and love isn’t a fact, it’s a hunch at first. (paul helps marjan come to terms with her feelings for nancy)

and your keys, your ring of keys (marjan starts to realize some things about herself, with the help of an oc. lesbian marjan)

underneath your hands I become poetry (some celebratory sex after tommy announces nancy will take over as interim captain while she’s away. inspired by the bts pic where nancy appears to be wearing a name tag that says captain gillian)

your essence is the ink in the word forever (nancy has tattoos. marjan notices.)

so swing your hips and do a little dip (nancy, marjan, and tarlos go to a gay bar)

I will do my best to get it right (nancy and marjan’s first anniversary plans go awry)

I’m gonna love you for a long time (marjan’s lesbian flag hijab, but also just like. 1k words of established fluff)

I’ve been under scrutiny (you handle it beautifully) (marjan and nancy are actors on the firefighter show austin 126. nancy may have a tiny baby crush)

lucy tara & kate whistler (ncis: hawai’i):

the room is empty, and the window is open (a spiderwoman lucy au, six parts up so far)

february, the thirteenth (kacy celebrates valentines day early, as per lucy’s way of handling holidays)

blue scooby-doo fruit snacks and unrequited love, probably (high school au kacy flirting)

sit down, breathe, and just listen (post-3.04, kacy talks about marriage and promises)

in response, your glorious laughter (a snapshot of a sweet married kacy early morning)

hear the desert wind roll by (kacy first meeting cowboy au, pwp)

one single thread of gold tied me to you (kai buys lucy a virtual meet-and-greet with her celebrity crush, kate whistler. it turns out they may be a little more familiar with each other than lucy’s remembering.)

as well as spemily (pll) and buffy x tara and jackienat (yellowjackets) and donnajoey (tww) and maggie x sophie (leverage) and henren and wayhaught (wynonna earp) and more!

[oldfangirl81]

Now on to some tv comfort viewing while working on styling the wig and packing- Stargate Atlantis (2004). There are some shows I have watched the pilot more than any episode because I loved it so much. (Prodigal Son, Wynonna Earp & H50 are on that short list.)

[abeycnce]

⸻  sea breeze trapped with a morning mist, promising a storm / the song of an arrow piercing through the air /  freshly-polished boots with the laces tied in haphazard loops / the warmth of ground espresso with a hint of amaretto / blood-speckled tank tops and thick fur pelts. the photo on the missing poster is of reagan bardales. they are thirty eight, and have been missing for one year. when the sun rises, they work as leader of the hunters. rumors in town say they can be sardonic and loyal. they chose to live in the town, cinema, and have an uncanny resemblance to wynonna earp (wynonna earp), kara thrace (battlestar galactica), vi (arcane) . can they survive another night ?…

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&. BASICS

full name: reagan cara bardales

age: thirty-eight

gender, pronouns, sexuality: cisfemale, she/her, bisexual

hometown: gloucester, ma

job position: hunter leader

&. MORE BASIC INFO

zodiac sign: cancer

mbti: intp - introverted (69%), intuitive (70%), thinking (64%) prospecting (58%) assertive (63%)

scars: various scars of scattered origin, most notably three long claw marks running from her left shoulder blade to her thigh and a small scar on her wrist from the plane crash

secret talent: she's great and knot-tying and sailing

fears: flying

five + traits: loyal, charismatic, inventive, dedicated, protective

five - traits: sardonic, impulsive, cynical, stubborn, irreverent

pets: a seventeen hand friesian gelding named figaro

&. BACKGROUND

tw: death, family illness

well, you don't know me, but i know you.

the hand first visited reagan bardales at an early age. in the quiet of a warm september night, it seeped around the doorframe and coiled beneath her bed, permeating every inch of what should have been a safe space. 

an unfamiliar disquiet settled across her shoulders, a cold restlessness that starkly contrasted the comforting warmth of her blankets. it felt sinister, and it had sunk its roots in her. 

and i've got a message to give to you.

then, just weeks later, an accident. her half-brother, george, twelve years her senior and fresh out of flight school, had loaded them up in his new piper cherokee 140. he was eager to show her the skills he’d learned — "maybe one day we can see the world" — just like her hero, amelia earhart. 

so you better get ready. ready to go. 

from there, the rest is a blur. one moment the siblings were cruising down the runway, broad smiles on their faces, and the next, they were canting downwards, weightlessness tickling at their stomachs. each one walked away with their lives that day, though neither returned to normal. 

you can come as you are, but pay as you go.

reagan paid with her childhood. george had suffered a stroke, the spontaneous rupture of an artery causing him to have severe brain trauma, leaving his sister to face the daunting fragility of the human condition. he was unable to speak for months and, when he did, he was unrecognizable—the brother she had known was gone.

this is the hand, the hand that takes.

the loss of her brother, along with the sudden disappearance of the chill, unsettled the young girl. her mother reassured her daughter that a curse hadn’t taken down her brother’s plane. it was a freak medical accident. to distract her, the two developed a routine of walking to the beach each evening and painting the sunset. that helped reagan sleep well enough, until… 

hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home?

her name rang out over the crappy grocery store intercom – “reagan, we have a call for you on line one.” could she bring home a pack of hotdog buns? fourth of july, the annual family cookout. her mother was exhausted planning for it all, graveyard shifts at the hospital draining the last of her energy. at least the house was quiet enough for the woman to rest; her son had gone to live with his father, her husband was down at the docks, and her teenage daughter was at work. so busy, that the latter didn’t notice the chill seeping into her bones.

smoking or non-smoking?

it didn’t matter when or where reagan became aware of her unease. time stops having a meaning when met with such finality. when her bike came careening to a halt in the driveway sending the buns clattering to the ground, ash and soot were all that greeted her. someone cried out, a piercing, haunted sound. and then she was on the ground. 

the warm embrace of rough hands and the faint smell of the sea drew her back into her body, clearing her bleary eyes enough to find an explanation in matching brown irises.

neither snow nor rain...

the fire rattled the close-knit community. fruit baskets were delivered daily to listless stares and halfhearted ‘thank you’s. most of the food went bad, spoiled due to the excess that poured in. the bardales’ were grateful, but lasagna held little interest when it symbolized the loss of a matriarch.

by the time the chill returned, reagan was ready. she pleaded for her father to remain home, to call in sick if he had to — they had to stay together, to stay safe. but what could he do? it was still early in the season and it wasn’t unusual for new england to have a chill in the air; it would be fine. the rain pelted the roof of their small apartment, the best he could afford on his meager income, and yet the tuna wouldn’t catch itself. his wife had left behind a sizable life insurance policy, but he insisted that reagan keep it for college; it was what her mother wanted. 

... nor gloom of night…

it took a week for his ship to wash in with the tide, scattered bits of hull and mast littering the beach. neighbors left wreaths at the fisherman’s memorial in the town square — a green-tinted bronze statue forged in honor of the souls lost at sea. where once reagan had ridden her bike around it, now she dodged the seafaring man and his wheel. 

... shall stay these couriers... from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

at fifteen, reagan nearly became a ward of the state of massachusetts. her parents had forgotten to update their wills after george’s accident and he was deemed unfit to take full custody. without an apparent next-of-kin, reagan was slatedto be delivered to the foster system.

it was by an unusual stroke of luck that a woman with oversized tinted glasses, a cherrywood cane, and a star-speckled navy coat called an emergency courthouse hearing. that was the first time reagan met her grandmother. 

cause when love is gone, there's always justice.

the woman, a chef by trade, was deeply superstitious and took reagan’s concerns seriously. if a curse had taken hold, she would have to be crafty to evade it, thus she taught her recipes that incorporated mugwort, chamomile, and sage. lavender was reagan’s favorite herb, and she quickly became proficient at lavender-based muffins. in another life, she might have been a baker herself.

and when justice is gone, there's always force.

by the time she moved out for college, she was seasoned in jinxes, hexes, and breads. reagan’s hands had always been her best asset. grandmother suggested culinary school, however, the sentimentalist in her was fascinated by the arts. weekends spent at the movie theater with her brother had instilled a love of the filmmaking process, and her mother’s talent for painting carried over to her daughter. a major in fine art with a minor in film studies suited her best, and reagan found her niche among the art students.

and when force is gone, there's always mom.

she graduated at the top of her class, a recreation of one of her mother's paintings earning her honors at the college's spring show. some professors argued her that her ability to convey her opinions —both through her paintings and her written thesis— and sway an audience would make her a strong lawyer, but she had little desire to find herself back in a courtroom. so, she found a job at an art museum in chicago and settled into life as a curator. 

so hold me, mom.

reagan never quite shook the desire to belong. all she had known was ripped away: her brother, her mother, her father, and the seaside town they once called home. her losses created a longing that could never quite be sated by the revolving door of partners she found herself with. she ended up in europe by accident, a surprise trip with a soon-to-be-ex partner gone awry after the extent of her aerophobia was revealed. regardless, it was an opportunity to experience the world, which she embraced with open arms. and that was how she landed in the arms of one ophelia arsene only a day before her ship was set to sail home.

in your long arms. 

ophelia was different, likeminded yet enough of a spitfire to match her energy and call her bluff. she was brought to her knees that day, knelt before a pore of startling familiarity, and burned. reagan’s ship left without her, and so began the best four years of her life. 

in ophelia reagan found what she’d always sought — belonging with a kindred creative spirit. their art fed off of one another, ophelia’s songs a backdrop to reagan’s brushstrokes. when she held her first gallery show, she dedicated it to ophelia.

in your automatic arms.

the loss of her relationship caught the brunette off guard and shattered her sense of stability. an open window carried in the sharp chill of fall, but a disquiet settled in the pit of reagan's stomach as she spotted a gold chain on the ground. ophelia never removed that necklace. ever. the hand had dealt its final crushing blow — and she refused

in a grief-stricken haze, she quit her job, sold her apartment, and set off in pursuit of ophelia. yet there was no trace of the woman at the hotel she sang at, nor the town where she grew up. It was as though she’d vanished from the face of the planet. reagan spent a year searching before the tree claimed her. 

in your electronic arms.

reagan fell in step with the hunters quickly. a shared restlessness and rebellion against the underlying feeling of doom that befell the fog-covered town sent her racing through the woods each day. it was a hellscape of her own creation — each day holding out hope that maybe she'd stumble across her in the bramble, waiting patiently as if no time had passed. that was the thing, there was no telling how much time had passed. not for reagan. she attacked the terrain every morning with the same fervor, systematically turning over each quadrant of the woods for as long as the sun would allow.

still, her hopes faded the longer she remained in arcadia — hell town— which only made her push herself harder. if her search for ophelia was to truly be in vain, she needed something to keep her mind busy. to exhaust her body to the point of collapse, a dreamless sleep the only way to escape the hopelessness of knowing that she was out there somewhere and it was all reagan's fault.

there was no leaving hell town, and so, gradually, reagan made peace with reality. yet again she found herself relying on her hands, years of practicing archery in her high school having left her with a skillset the hunters coveted, and she excelled.

your petrochemical arms.

she impressed the hunters' leader with the accuracy of her shot, and the sureness of her movements. most importantly, she didn’t balk in the face of danger — a starving bobcat caught her and her partner from behind one morning, having stalked them from the trees before pouncing.

that day she bore deep claw wounds across the left side of her body, which would later turn to lasting scars down her back — but she managed to escape with her life, as well as her partner's. that night, arcadia ate well, and reagan earned a place hunting alongside the leader from then on. she was also given a black gelding to ease the strain on her leg, though in time the two were rarely seen apart.

your military arms.

reagan and the leader worked well together, him teaching her the ropes and her taking the risks required to bring them success. the night he rode into the woods after a missing scout and never returned, reagan was devastated.

the others turned to her for guidance and, for the first time in a life of escapism and running, she dug her heels in and took charge. reagan wasn’t looking for control or glory, and perhaps it was that mentality which endeared her to the other hunters and scouts. under her lead, the rules were simple: don’t be stupid, don’t get killed, look out for each other, and don’t come back empty handed. beyond that, she left them to their own devices. arcadia’s one for all mentality made her job simple, and she found herself enjoying the unpredictability of each day.

she was returning from an early morning’s hunt when the thought struck to stop at the cinema. reagan had developed a habit of seeking the building out when she needed to feel grounded. it reminded her of her brother, of life before, and she often spent more time there than her home. she didn’t notice the door opening, the light spilling across the red carpet. but, when she saw her, reagan felt the ground shake.

at first, she mistook her for a mirage, the result of a mind in decay playing tricks on her. but as her hand brushed against the warm skin of the woman’s cheek, reality clicked into place. all she could say was, “you made it.”

in your arms.

since that day, reagan's life has taken on renewed purpose. she helps ophelia where she can, tentatively piecing together what can be salvaged; reconciling who they had been with who they are now. when she’s not at the cinema — ophelia's presence presenting a reason to finally relocate from the docks— Reagan can be found astride figaro venturing through the woods or mentoring the other hunters.

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

&. HEADCANNONS

how did your muse spend their first night in arcadia, and where?

bruised and battered after several attempts at finding her way back to the car and running into the same damn tree, reagan’s first night was spent at the cinema. it was a stupid game she and her brother used to play — walk into a random theater and buy tickets for the next showing, regardless of the movie. they saw their fair share of blockbusters, but also some terrible duds that would haunt her for the rest of her life. part of her was seeking that familiarity when she stumbled through the cinema’s doors. she spent the night flipping through old film reels, trying to recall the movie’s plot from its title and, when it escaped her, making one up.

why did your muse choose to live where they do?

reagan grew up by the sea in a house that held the smell of salt and sand. she loved that house, until it was little more than a pile of burnt lumber. as such, when she arrived in arcadia the docks called to her. but she wasn’t a fisherwoman, never had been, and so her purpose there was always in flux. until she found her again, and something clicked into place. reagan moved into the cinema a month ago, helping where she can to justify her presence there. it’s a second chance at… something, and in hell town, that’s more than anyone could ask for.

what was your muse doing when they came across the tree?

reagan was in search of her missing love. the other woman’s necklace clutched in her hand, she packed her life into a beat up jeep and set her gps for nowhere. the only realistic place for the cult to be was abandoned and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was running out of time. a sharp turn after hours on the road, her engine sputtering to a stop, and slowly setting sun spelled the end of her roadtrip. when she stepped out to pop the hood, the fog enveloped her until there was nothing but her and the tree.

has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape?

reagan believes wholeheartedly that she’s a harbinger of misfortune. her own cursed manifestation, the hand, introduced itself when she was eleven, claiming the life of her brother, then her mother when she was fourteen, and finally her father at fifteen. so, she ran, and when she finally stopped running, it took the one closest to her. now, despite her fears, she clings to her amulet like a lifeline, daring to hope it might tether her to safety and stay the hand’s grasp.

[fifthharmony21]

My Roleplay Fandoms

These are all of the fandoms that I roleplay. The list is updated accordingly to when I finish a show/movie and if I like it

*This is a reminder that I can't play a normal female or a submissive to save my life. I only play dominant males and dominant G!P females*

*This is a reminder that I can't pick just one love interest. Therefore, I really would prefer for polyamorous relationships to be included*

Game Of Thrones(All Seasons)

Peaky Blinders(All Seasons)

A Discovery Of Witches(All Seasons)

Reba(All Seasons)

Wynonna Earp(All Seasons)

Interview With A Vampire(Show) (All Seasons)

Teen Wolf(All Seasons + Movie)

Twilight(All Movies)

The Vampire Diaries(All Seasons)

The Originals(All Seasons)

Legacies(All Seasons)

Lost Girl(Syfy) (All Seasons)

Bitten(Syfy) (All Seasons)

Underworld (All Movies)

Supergirl(All Seasons)

Arrow(All Seasons)

The Flash(All Seasons)

Criminal Minds(All Seasons)

NCIS(All Seasons)

Being Human(US) (All Seasons)

Fifty Shades of Grey(All Movies)

365 Days(All Movies)

Shameless(US) (All Seasons)

Big Time Rush(Show) (All Seasons)

Stitchers(Syfy) (All Seasons)

Painkiller Jane(All Seasons)

Van Helsing(Show) (All Seasons)

The Protector(Netflix)(All Seasons)

Immortals(Netflix)(All Seasons)

Quantico(All Seasons)

Bulgasal:Immortal Souls(All Seasons)

Fate:The Winx Saga(All Seasons)

Wolf Pack(Paramount+)(All Seasons)

The Witcher(All Seasons)

Sex/Life(Netflix)(All Seasons)

Cobra Kai(All Seasons)

Nikita(2010)(All Seasons)

Grimm(All Seasons)

How To Get Away With Murder(All Seasons)

Grey's Anatomy(All Seasons)

Suits(All Seasons)

The Blacklist(All Seasons)

Tale of the Nine Tailed/Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938(All Seasons)

My Demon(Netflix) (All Seasons)

Better Than Us (Netflix) (All Seasons)

[piece-of-the-pie-if]

This is a regular no high-stakes teen drama IF BUT which teen drama live-action tv show of any genres would the ROs fit and thrive in? Riverdale, Euphoria, Glee, Sabrina, Gossip Girl, Teen Wolf, etc.?

I can't really see Dylan in a supernatural based show, mainly because they're mostly about drama between a friend group and all the betrayals but... Dylan is too much of a people's person to do well in that kind of environment... I could see them being an outlier in drama shows like Gossip Girl or Pretty Little Liars but they wouldn't exactly ✨thrive✨, ygm? Somehow I feel like the show I'd put them in is actually a supernatural show, Wynonna Earp──where they'd be an Earp sibling and a very good glue to keep the whole group together. (Plus WE's protags are all human and are accepting of LGBTQ+ so Dyl would fit in very well!) Though I'd like to see them in a straight up horror like I Know What You Did Last Summer or One Of Us Is Lying!

Shay is 100% Stiles Stilinski coded from Teen Wolf. I don't know why I get werewolf show vibes from Shayne... but I do! So Teen Wolf or Wolf Pack, Wolfblood and Bitten... but he's the only human in the supernatural pool! I could also see his on a more mature show like Grimm where he'd be like a more upbeat Trubel learning how to be a good Grimm and protect the good Wesen...

I feel like Kinsley would do well in drama based shows like Gossip Girl, Elites or Euphoria where it's more about interpersonal relationships and secrets. Though I could see her in other shows like Glee (where she learns how to be comfortable in herself à la Stantana) or The Vampire Diaries (Kinsley is very much like Caroline, actually, and I think becoming a vampire would actually do wonders for her character arc quicker than anything else!)

Maybe unsurprisingly, J would do well in shows like Deadly Class, The Society, The Order or Misfits both aesthetically and personality wise──being more intense than other shows/people (see: Shay&Teen Wolf or Teenage Bounty Hunters) with a complicated plot/magic system/storyline. And J's not afraid of a fight. That being said I think J could bring something to ridiculous shows like Riverdale or CAOS that would ground them a little (a 'what the fuck' kind of personality) but mainly I'd just want to see what fuckery J comes up with during the pain that are those shows. Lmao!

Put Theo in a thriller I just wanna see how they react lmao. I wanna see them in Yellowjackets or The Wilds or Alice in Borderland... they're actually quite smart when things don't center around reading so I feel like their solutions to situations would be super interesting to see! Though, to not traumatise them (lmao) I'd also put Theo in shows like Locke and Key, First Kill or Lockwood and Co!

As an ensemble I could see all of them in shows like Outerbanks, Surviving Summer, Heartbreak High, Sex Education or SKAM... or more supernatural shows like Paper Girls, Motherland: Fort Salem or Wednesday... I'd like to see what kind of supernatural being they'd end up being!

this was really fun!! thank you for your ask!

[talentforlying]

@asteritm: ❛  deal with that . . . or i will.  ❜ — WYNONNA EARP STARTERS

' i've got it. oi, look at me. '

it's not how they talk to each other, ( at least not casually, ) fucking orders and ultimatums, but he knows better than to take it personal: she's crackling at the edges, the heat of her biceps against his palms just shy of unpleasant as he keeps her — not still, but dormant, at least for the moment. yeah, words fucking hurt, and the smug, wannabe-big-shot haruspexes still chortling away behind him had meta-scried their way into landing a couple unintentionally heavy hits — with some nasty terminology, besides — but it's not worth killing people over. not worth lilly losing herself. not worth risking unwanted attention.

' look at me, lilly. ' he waits until her eyes slide back to his, spirals of energy that always make him want to catch his breath or kiss her, then squeezes her arms, fixing up a crooked smile that's equal parts reassuring and cocky. it says, as she's seen it say a hundred times, you should trust me, because i'm pretty. ' i've got it. '

when he's sure she's backing down, when he's positive she won't come back swinging, he turns on his heel, and he settles. not like a house, creaky and tired and finding rest in the give of floor and foundation; not like easing back into an armchair. this settling is that of patience, of lying in wait — the cold, dead eyes of an alligator lingering above the still surface of murky water. a plastic mask laid over the empty sockets of a real skull. a hellblazer.

not that they notice it, the fucking idiots. they see six foot of gangly with hair slipping its gel casing and a punchable face, in an old blue suit that was nice, once, and is now thinning at the seams. hands in his coat pockets like he's on a sunday stroll and a friendly smile; the kind of aging fop you expect having a word with to be either timid requests for peace or toothless blustering.

because that's what he wants them to see.

and when he steps out at an angle to the streetlight they're all loitering under and his eyes shine solid white like glinting coins, they see that too. when he wants them to see his shadow warp and stretch and claw itself across the pavement to swallow theirs, they see that too. when the wind picks up and whips the hats off their heads, flings litter down the street, rattles car windows and makes fire escapes groan and creak, howls like the damned are ascending from the sewer grates, but everything about him is as still and unmoving as a painting? yeah. they see that, too.

because that's what he wants them to see.

' 'ello boys. ' there's nothing crooked about this smile, there's something downright fucking broken, and he can see the millisecond that they recoil and feel the shards underfoot. nowhere to run. nowhere to hide. smoke billowing out from beneath the swish of his coat like a furnace, oily and writhing and alive. there are faces in that smoke, too, familiar to them in stomach-dropping ways that slip the greasy fingers of dread up around their hearts and squeeze: loved ones, dead ones, people they've harmed. people they regret. accusing, knowing faces. they swarm around his, leave him glowing like a flashlight held under the chin on a dark and stormy night: like the reaper at the end of days. ' let's have us a chinwag about how to treat a lady, shall we? '

the nearest member of the pack has a head and a half on him, minimum, and pinprick yellow eyes you only get from deals with things you don't ever give your name to. doesn't matter. when he sees himself in john's eyes, he's a speck, less than a molecule in the wankstain of the universe, and he's falling. there won't even be a stain when he lands. he knows that in the depths of his soul, and so does john. only difference is, john finds it funny.

' have a seat. it's story time. '

they sit. of course they do. they have to.

a couple incisive insults aren't worth killing people over, that's true. but he's a man of simple pleasures — he's always been content to make them piss themselves, instead. and the nightmares? well.

that just helps them remember the lesson.

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy: Chapter 3 - It's a Two Front War (Also on Ao3)

Rosita waltzed up to Waverly and Nicole’s apartment dressed in her favorite short, sparkly dress. Nothing was going to ruin tonight, she thought as she knocked on the door.

As long as Waverly actually went.

She wouldn’t put it past her to claim some boring excuse about Nicole and her feelings and roommate dinners.

The door opened and Nicole sputtered, “Oh, it’s you.”

“Hi.” Rosita smiled, wishing Waverly could see this version of Nicole. The one who took up the entire doorway and scowled at her like she had just killed someone. “I’m just here to pick up Waves for our date.”

Nicole’s jaw tightened, “Waverly will be out in a moment.”

“Excellent!” Rosita grinned, enjoying Nicole’s fingers clenching around the door just a little too much. Rosita bit down a smirk when she saw Nicole check her out and frown as her eyes reached her legs.

There was a zero percent chance that Nicole was going to let her inside. “So, how’s Wynonna?”

“Wynonna?” Nicole’s brow furrowed.

“When I first heard, I had my doubts about you and Wynonna. I never would have guessed that you two would get together but last night I could really see,” She paused, “the chemistry.”

Nicole coughed and stared at Rosita with wide eyes. “Um,” She breathed out, “Thanks?” Her face was pale as she glanced behind her as if checking to see if Waverly had heard. Rosita had to dig her fingernails into her palms to keep from laughing.

“Yes, you’ve been best friends with her for how long? And you get along with her sister?” Rosita grinned. “I mean there’s nothing more important to Wynonna than Waverly.”

“Right.”

“But seeing the two of you together, it’s like you’re soulmates.”

Nicole’s only answer was her choking.

“I know it’s early,” Rosita said, “But I really think you two will last forever.”

“Uh.” 

Rosita was only saved from full-out laughing at the perplexed expression on Nicole’s face by the appearance of Waverly, dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a crop top that was closer to a bra than a shirt.

“Hi.” Waverly gave a little wave. “Rosita. Nicole.”

It killed Rosita to see Nicole’s eyes skate down Waverly’s body, bite her lip, and turn bright red while Waverly’s back was to her. These two fucking idiots. It was nothing like the cursory glance Nicole had given her. And this was one of her best dresses!

“I’m ready,” Waverly said. In one hand was a clutch and the other a small bag. Rosita raised an eyebrow as Nicole saw it and went from red to white in an instant, looking like she’d rather be tortured than standing there.

“You look great!” Rosita said, “Hot.”

She wasn’t lying. Waverly was undeniably extremely attractive and she knew exactly how to show that off. 

“So do you!” Waverly preened and then turned to Nicole who looked like she’d swallowed glass. “Don’t wait up!”

“Right.” Nicole gritted out and then closed the door.

They walked towards Rosita’s car and once safely inside Rosita nodded towards the bag at Waverly’s feet. “You really packed an overnight bag?”

“I figured we were just going to yours to watch a movie or work on homework or something, since you know this isn’t a date.” Waverly said carefully, “I wasn’t going to wear this the whole night.”

“Waverly, Waverly, Waverly.” Rosita said, “What makes you think my ideal night is watching a movie?” She was not even going to address the homework suggestion. She’d spent an hour getting ready. “We’re going to the city, going dancing, clubbing. I’m not going to make you outright lie to Nicole, or Wynonna.” Rosita added as an afterthought. “Plus, we got ready, that’s pretty much half the battle, I want to have a fun night out with my friend.”

“Wait really?”

Rosita frowned at Waverly’s shock, “Yes, what did you think, we were going to watch a movie and then study?” Waverly looked studiously at the ground. “You did!” Rosita laughed. “God, you’re hopeless.”

“Hey!”

“You are, Earp, you can’t even deny it.”

She wasn’t sure what was more pathetic, that Waverly thought they would just chill at her apartment or that she hadn’t even registered Nicole eyeing her up.

“You should have seen the look on her face!” Rosita cried, “I’m not sure what was worse between complimenting you two together or Waverly having a fucking overnight bag.”

Wynonna cackled as she took a long drink of whiskey as they went over Rosita and Waverly’s “date.” The actual dancing in the city had been great, and Waverly had crashed on Rosita’s couch because she was too embarrassed about bringing an overnight bag. Rosita was just sad that she couldn’t see Nicole’s face when Waverly came home in the morning. And that Waverly probably hadn’t registered the devastation.

“She sent me a series of texts last night,” Wynonna laughed, and flashed her phone.

Haughtshot: Do people actually think we’re good together????

Haughtshot: I thought most people thought we were just desperate

Haughtshot: Is that better????

Haughtshot: Wynonna????

Haughtshot: Do you actually like me????

Wynonna: calm your tits no one thinks we’re compatible

Wynonna: why?

Haughtshot: Just something Rosita said

Wynonna: lmao

Wynonna: It’s just cause she’s jealous of you and Waverly

“You called me jealous!?”

Wynonna shrugged, “What was I supposed to say, Rosita’s trying to rile you up because she thinks it’s hilarious? She knows exactly how phony our relationship is and wants to keep you sweating?” 

Rosita swatted her arm, “Whatever, it was totally worth it. You should have seen the look on her face.”

“Was it fear?” Wynonna leaned in.

“A mix between that, horror, and dread.”

They laughed as Wynonna leaned back and shook her head, “I think all Earps were born with a magical capacity for obliviousness. When Waverly broke up with Chump and needed a place to stay, I just mentioned it to Nicole and she was already offering her place up. Should have known something was up.”

Rosita just raised an eyebrow at her and Wynonna tried to sink into the couch.

“I mean, I think she liked Waverly and all, but they rarely interacted, and I may have made it seem like Waverly just needed a place to stay for a couple months.”

“Wynonna!”

“What! I thought Waverly would come stay with me.” Wynonna said. “I mean, I get why she didn’t.” She trailed off, “But instead they got married.”

“Just no sex.”

“Rosita, I thought you were smarter than that. We both know sex ends after marriage.” Wynonna grabbed the whiskey from her and took another sip before passing it back. “You know what we have to do? Go on a double date.”

“You are a genius.” Rosita said and wondered if the whiskey was making her tongue a little looser.

“I am so glad to have another here to recognize my brilliance.” Wynonna saluted her like she was fucking Dolls.

“You have to suggest it.” Rosita said, “ To Waverly. You can tell her that I already agreed or whatever.”

“Excellent.” Wynonna rubbed her hands together like a villain out of a low budget James Bond knockoff. Fuck she’s hot, Rosita thought, and the second the thought registered she took another sip of whiskey. “I know just the thing.”

“Wynonna.”

“You never said no blackmail.”

Rosita hesitated for a second and then sighed, “You are correct.”

Wynonna gave a terrible approximation of a cackle and Rosita rolled her eyes, biting her lip and hoping that she looked annoyed and not endeared. If there was one thing that she was glad about the absolute ridiculousness that was now her life, it was that Wynonna and her were now friends.

“Waverly’s going to freak out,” Rosita hummed, “It’s going to be so funny and I’m just gonna have to be like, can we refuse your sister without being suspicious?” They both laughed. “You know, despite everything you’ve done to fuck this up, I am glad you’re stuck in this too. You are a good co-conspirator.”

“My pleasure.” Wynonna said and then pretended to tip her imaginary hat in a shockingly good imitation of Doc. 

This woman.

Waves (10:36am): You don’t have to go

Waves (10:36am): Whatever Wynonna told you

Waves (10:36am): You can ignore it

Rosita (10:37am): What are you talking about?

Waves (10:37am): This double date

Rosita (10:39am): I think its a great idea

Waves (10:39am): IT IS A HORRIBLE IDEA

Waves (10:39am): How am I supposed to survive?

Rosita (10:40am): i’ll help you out dont worry

Waves (10:41am): It’s too late for me to NOT WORRY

Rosita (10:41am): Your sister will know that we arent a real couple if you don’t go

Waves (10:41am): I hate you

The only time Rosita had seen Waverly this stressed was when she had three papers due the next day. The faux double date wasn’t even happening today. For a moment she considered texting Wynonna to call it off, but, on the other hand, there was Waverly’s everlasting happiness. She would thank her one day. Probably. Maybe in a few years.

“I don’t know what Wynonna is thinking.” Waverly said as they climbed the stairs in the library. They could take the elevator, but everytime Rosita got into it she felt like the ancient thing would give out and she would plummet to her death. So they climbed three flights of stairs instead.

“She’s thinking wow my sister and I are both dating someone, we should do a double date.” Rosita said. And, Rosita thought, how can I make Waverly admit that she likes Nicole? Through the most excruciating way possible for both of them.

“But it’s Wynonna,” Waverly said.

Rosita bit her lip. It was a fair point. Wynonna was into cutesy couple things as much as she hated whiskey. “What do you want me to say? It’s not like me and Wynonna are friends.” What was one more lie in today’s economy?

“That you’re busy!”

“Oh.” Rosita said, “she already asked me if we were working Friday.”

“Rosita!”

“How was I supposed to know that she wanted a double date?”

“Who wants a double date?”

Rosita and Waverly looked up at Jeremy, who was sitting at their usual study table.

“No one.” Waverly said quickly.

Rosita rolled her eyes. How had Nicole not figured out this was all fake? Did they just stop talking to each other when they were home? “Wynonna, Waverly’s sister, she wants to go on a double date with us.”

“And she’s dating your roommate?” Jeremy asked for clarification. That he definitely didn’t need. Rosita shot him a look over Waverly’s head.

“Yes!” Waverly cried.

Jeremy grimaced as Waverly threw down her books. “That sounds fun?”

“It will be.” Rosita said before Waverly could say something else.

Waverly sat down and turned back to Rosita, “And what am I going to wear? Wynonna didn’t give much details. And how touchy feely are we going to be? Like an arm over the shoulder, or are we going to hold hands?”

“Please take a breath.” Rosita said as she flipped a page in her textbook.

Jeremy frowned at Waverly, “Yeah, it’s just a date with Rosita and your-” Rosita kicked him underneath the table. She didn’t want to guess how he was going to finish that sentence.

Waverly bit her lip for a moment and then let out a rush, “RositaandIaren’tactuallydatingI’minlovewithNicole.”

“Okay, that was a lot.” Jeremy said, “Let’s do it again, but much slower.”

“I’m into Nicole.” Waverly laid her head onto the table and moaned. “Rosita and I are fake dating to make her jealous.” 

“Ah ha!” Jeremy said, “I mean, oh wow, I’m sorry?” He shared a look with Rosita as he shrugged.

“And Nicole’s dating my sister.”

“That is,” Jeremy’s mouth opened and closed several times, “Very complicated.”

“Yes!” Waverly said. “And Rosita won’t let us break up because that would be embarrassing for her, but is there anything more embarrassing than going on a date while your crush is dating your sister!”

It was a fair point, Rosita conceded. “Waverly,” She said gently.

“No!” Waverly pointed an accusatory finger at her, “You got me into this mess! I know this has to happen because Wynonna wants it and how would we ever back out, but fuck! It sucks.” Rosita was alarmed to see some tears trailing down Waverly’s face. “I just, let me have this?” She asked desperately.

Rosita grabbed one of her hands. “Hey, you can have this. I know it’s been hard, and I’m sorry that it turned out like this. Okay? But I have your back, we’ll get through this together.”

“Okay.” Waverly furiously wiped her tears with the hand not in Rosita’s. “Okay, thank you.” After she cleaned her face off with a handkerchief that Jeremy had procured from somewhere, Waverly sighed again. “I just, I love Nicole. I’m in love with her.” Waverly sniffed, “And she’ll never love me.”

“I’m proud of you.” Rosita said, “I don’t think you’ve admitted that you’ve loved Nicole before.”

“No I didn-” Waverly trailed off. “Fuck.” She mumbled under her breath.

“This is a big step.” Rosita said.

“I just want to cry.”

“That’s okay.” Rosita rubbed her shoulder. “But Nicole does love you.”

“Then why is she dating my sister?”

Rosita paused. How could she even try to respond to that? Fucking Wynonna. “Because she was drunk and lonely?”

Waverly twisted her head and stared at Rosita. “How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“I don’t know.” Rosita shrugged, “It seemed really spur of the moment.”

“If she’s drunk and lonely she turns to my sister!”

Jeremy was hiding his laughter behind his laptop and Rosita kicked him under the table again, hoping she got the same spot. “Well, you’re dating me remember? Maybe Wynonna was just the next best thing?”

Rosita looked over and wished she didn’t. Waverly’s eyes were starting to water. She grimaced, “If Nicole agreed to tomorrow night, then we will see them in action. I’m sure it will be super obvious they aren’t together.”

“They aren’t together?”

Rosita wished she would die. That the ground would just swallow her up. Suck her into hell where she belonged. “I mean that they aren’t for each other. I’m sure we will see that Nicole and Wynonna are not meant to be. That they’re better as friends.” Though it seemed that Nicole could just smile at Wynonna and Waverly would think they were soulmates. How this woman survived as a small town barkeep was a mystery known only to God. “And I’ll text Wynonna to try to get more details on where we’re going.”

“You will?” Waverly asked.

“Yes.”

“You and Wynonna certainly seem chummy.” Jeremy commented.

Rosita kicked him under the table again and he let out a little grunt. She needed sharper shoes. “Wynonna isn’t someone who isn’t going to get to know her sister’s girlfriend.” Rosita responded primly.

“Right.” Jeremy said, nodding, a hint of fear in his eyes. She really regretted talking with him during class last week. So what if she had gotten a little carried away with her descriptions of Wynonna? The Earps were attractive people, and Wynonna carried herself like she’d just killed a bastard. Which happened to be Rosita’s type. Plus, Wynonna had great taste in donuts and had taken up her debt of bringing them each day with some measure of pride.

Waverly was staring at the book in front of her, ignoring Jeremy’s commentary. “We need a code word.”

“Huh?”

“Something so that you can make an excuse and we can leave.” Waverly explained. “There’s nothing that could happen in my life that those two wouldn’t know about.”

“Okay,” Rosita nodded. “And we’ll only use this if it’s horrible. Not if you feel awkward.”

They held each other’s gaze, “Fine,” Waverly relented.

“So?” She asked, “Any ideas?”

“Tacos are tasty,” Waverly said.

Rosita stared, “Tacos are tasty?”

“Yes.”

“Won’t they suspect that something is off?”

“No, we will be able to bring it up in conversation. And there’s no way we would say that on accident.”

Rosita opened her mouth to argue, but nodded. This was Waverly’s thing, if she wanted their emergency phrase to be blatant and absurd, that was on her. “Okay, tacos are tasty it is.”

Jeremy’s eyes sparkled with amusement across the table and Rosita glared at him. He wisely looked down at his books.

Rosita (9:14am): Where are we going?

Wynonna (11:42am): huh

Wynonna (11:42am): were going somewhere???

Rosita (11:57am): The double date idiot

Wynonna(11:58am): ohhhh

Wynonna(11:58am): to the diner

Wynonna(11:58am): its the only place in purgatory

Rosita (11:59am): Does it have to be in purgatory??

Wynonna(1:12pm): yea

Wynonna(1:12pm): im not driving 40min for this

Rosita (1:42pm): So instead you want it in the diner????

Wynonna(1:42pm): its way better than you think

Rosita (1:43pm): press f for doubt

Rosita (1:43pm): f

Rosita (1:43pm): f

Rosita (1:43pm): f

Rosita (1:43pm): f

Rosita (1:43pm): f

Wynonna (1:43pm): just trust me!

Rosita glanced down at the outfit she was wearing. It would have to do. She couldn’t believe Wynonna insisted on going to the diner, but then again, this was Purgatory. When she’d moved to this surely godforsaken town it was because of the cheap rent, relative distance to the university, and the fact there was a job open at the bar. The city was only 45 minutes away, but like most of the locals, Wynonna couldn’t bother going there.

Then again, Waverly, Wynonna, and Nicole all liked Purgatory? Or tolerated it? Nicole wasn’t even a local but she’d chosen to move here and live full-time. And from everything Rosita knew, had zero plans to ever leave. Rosita still had no idea why, but they were all good people. Idiots, yes, but good people.

There was a knock on her door, quickly followed by someone ringing the doorbell several times, and some muffled shouting. Rosita grabbed her jacket and opened it to be greeted by Waverly and Wynonna arguing while Nicole looked around like she was formulating the quickest escape plan.

“You didn’t need to do that!” Waverly all but growled.

“Just wanted to make sure that Boobs McGee hurried up. It’s freezing out here!”

“You all are here?” Rosita said stupidly. She knew that Waverly was coming so they could arrive together. They both shut up and Waverly blushed when Rosita tried to catch her eye.

She tried to shoot a look at Wynonna, and Wynonna just smirked, “Looking good, Boobs McSeltzer.”

Rosita looked at the other two, “Please control your girlfriend and your sister.”

Rosita watched as Nicole looked like she would combust from embarrassment and Waverly from anger and regret. Rosita rolled her eyes and locked the door behind her and ushered them onto the street, “Lead me to this date.”

“With pleasure.” Wynonna said and looped her arm through Nicole’s. Nicole stumbled after her, completely off balance.

“I’m sorry.” Waverly said. “Wynonna just decided we were coming all together and it was too late to warn you, and I hate everything already! Tacos-”

“Hey, slow down, it will be alright. Let’s go on this date. It won’t be that bad.” Rosita lied through her teeth.

Waverly gave her a weak nod and they followed after the other pair. It was somewhat comical to watch. Nicole had to slouch for her arm to be comfortably weaved with Wynonna, and Wynonna, despite the height disadvantage, was walking much faster. Nicole was practically jogging to keep up. She kept looking back at Waverly, who was staring at the asphalt with her arms crossed and determinedly paying the pair no thought.

Rosita wished she’d just look up and make eye contact with Nicole once. Maybe then she’d finally see what the whole town could.

Nicole looked back again, and Rosita could only bring a hand to her mouth as Nicole tripped over the curb and pulled Wynonna down on her. Waverly looked up at the commotion, and hurried forward.

“Haughtshot!” Wynonna cackled, “If you wanted me horizontal we didn’t need to go on a date. You could have come to the Homestead inst-”

“Shut up Wynonna,” Nicole said as Rosita helped them up. Rosita glared at Wynonna who gave her a pantomimed shrug. Waverly was cautiously checking Nicole over, hands skating over her face and arms and Wynonna and Rosita just stared. These fucking idiots.

Rosita cleared her throat and they practically jumped apart. So fucking dumb. “So, this is the place.”

“This is it!” Wynonna gestured. “I made a reservation and everything.”

“You can make reservations here?” Nicole asked.

“No.” Wynonna answered. “But there’s a table waiting for us.”

The other three exchanged a look, and if Rosita had learned anything, it was to follow Wynonna and not ask too many questions.

“Waverly.” Hettie greeted the group and then frowned at Rosita.

“Hi,” Wynonna drummed on the hostess stand, “I had a reservation.”

Hettie frowned. “We don’t take reservations.”

They all watched, in varying states of disbelief as Wynonna slid a $1 note onto the podium, “I reserved a table for four.”

Hettie stared at Wynonna for several seconds, and then sighed, grabbing the money and four menus and led them into the dining room.

For the first time in Rosita’s memory, the twinkling lights that had forever bordered the windows were lit up  and bathed the diner in a warm light. It wasn’t exactly romantic, the cracked vinyl seats and never-quite-ungreasy tables were still there in all its glory, but it was significantly better than what Rosita had imagined. Hettie led them to the booth in the farthest corner and practically threw the menus on the table.

“How lovely.” Wynonna said as she scooted in. For a split second, Nicole went to sit next to Waverly instead of Wynonna and was saved by Wynonna’s boot kicking her in the shin. Nicole let out a pained squeak and Waverly was only distracted by Wynonna simultaneously knocking down the salt.

“Wynonna!” Waverly yelled.

Rosita had to hide her face in her hand to keep from falling into uncontrollable laughter. She slid next to Waverly and opened the menu, surprised, despite everything, that it was exactly the same as it always was.

Maybe she should have breakfast for dinner?

Rosita folded her menu down at the same time as Wynonna, and she realized that they had sat across from each other, which meant, she looked over at the other two.

Waverly was unsubtly staring at Nicole over her menu. Nicole didn’t seem to notice, she was staring at her menu with a stare Rosita felt should be reserved for when she was arresting drunk idiots or filling out complicated paperwork. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and a strand of red hair had come loose from her ponytail and hung across her face, and Rosita could practically hear Waverly’s desire to fix it.

Rosita stared at Wynonna who had somehow already gotten a coffee and was drinking it watching the two of them with a satisfied smirk that really had no right to be there.

“Coffee?” Rosita said, “At this time.” She vaguely recalled Wynonna declaring, “Death before decaf!” At one of their now, semi-regular mornings together.

“Just a vessel for some hooch.” Wynonna grinned.

“Wynonna,” Waverly said, “really?”

“It’s not like we can order a bottle of wine here.” Wynonna gestured around, and then added under her breath, “Did you expect me to get through this sober?”

Rosita bit her lip to keep from laughing and glanced up at the reappearance of Hettie.

“What can I get you?” She looked utterly bored.

“I’ll have the burger and fries. And tell Brent to not hold back on the salt.” Wynonna said.

“I’ll have the House Breakfast, eggs over easy.” Rosita said and handed the menu back. Hettie gave her a dirty stare and Rosita just turned to Wynonna who gave a little shrug.

Nicole and Waverly ordered and as Hettie walked away the table lapsed into silence only punctuated by Wynonna drumming her fingers on the table.

“So.”

“So.” 

It was as if suddenly, every person on the table remembered they were on a double date. Rosita opened and closed her mouth several times trying to find something to say, and only stopped trying when Nicole’s voice cut through the silence.

“How did you and Waverly meet?”

Suddenly, the entire table was looking at her.

Obviously, Rosita thought, Wynonna's her sister, dumbass. And Nicole knew how she and Waverly met. “We met at university.” Rosita says. “I was studying with a classmate, Jeremy, and they knew each other and we ended up making a study group. And she helped me get my job at Shorty’s.” At the continued stares, Rosita realized she should probably talk about the fact they’re in a relationship. “And I’m sure you know, but Waverly’s really pretty.” Rosita said after clearing her throat and trying to not wince at how awkward she is. Nicole nodded absentmindedly and Rosita looked at Waverly to see that her fake girlfriend was still staring at her. This idiot. “So, I was thrilled with the opportunity to spend more time with her. She’s just so nice though, so I didn’t really think she was interested in me.”

Wynonna snorted and Rosita glared at her, “How did you meet Nicole?”

“Dolls told her he’d have her executed.” Wynonna said.

“What?” 

Rosita and Waverly speak at the same time, while Nicole sunk lower in her seat and avoided everyone’s eyes.

“Yes.” Wynonna said and stretched her arm around Nicole. With Nicole lower, it actually ended up being a natural height. “She came in, but you know I was still just a CI and Dolls was all you need to knock or I’ll have you arrested for treason.”

“He said that to you.” Waverly took Nicole’s hand from across the table.

“Yes,” Nicole blushed, “I forgot about that to be honest.”

“I knew then,” Wynonna said while staring between the interlocked hands and Rosita, “That she was the girl for me. Able to look Dolls in the eye when he’s being all threatening for no reason and still pull off khakis.”

Waverly pulled her hand from Nicole’s like it touched fire and Rosita had to fake a cough to prevent herself from laughing at Wynonna’s delighted face and Nicole’s red one.

The table lapsed back into silence. Rosita watched as Wynonna slid out a sugar packet and began to make lines from the spilled salt.

“So.” Waverly said, bright and cheery and completely forced. “How was everyone’s day?”

“Great.” Rosita said, ignoring that Waverly had gripped her leg like a vice under the table. “It’s always nice to not have to work a day. And of course, I do love going out with my girl.” If it was possible, Rosita was pretty sure that Waverly gripped harder.

Nicole’s water splashed onto the table, and Rosita had to bite her lip as Wynonna tried to help her clean it up and called Nicole, “Her hunny bear.” Nicole blushed as red as her hair and Waverly found a very interesting stain on the table to stare at.

Rosita wished Doc was here, he’d at least take her up on the bet of who would kill Wynonna first.

The food arrived just in time to prevent anything else horrible happening, and Rosita ignored that hers looked considerably messier than the others. She’d ordered this before, none of the yolks had broken in transit before. 

No one says anything as they began to eat, the silence stretching on and on. Rosita excused herself to the bathroom once she finished, a dingy two stalled room at the opposite end of the restaurant.

“Bitch.” She heard Hettie say as she passed.

“Excuse me?”

Hettie’s eyes widened for a moment but then she leveled her head. “I said, bitch.”

“Why’s that?” Rosita wasn’t sure she’d ever interacted with Hettie outside of serving her at Shorty’s, what the hell was her problem?

Hettie stuttered for a moment, but found her courage, “Everyone knows Waverly and Nicole are destined to be together.” She spat out. “Of course you had to ruin that. Just some slinky harlot trying to get between true love.”

Rosita opened her mouth and found herself completely lost for words. Did this girl say harlot? She wanted to punch her in the face, but found herself turning back to the bathroom at a loss for words.

A harlot?

What was this town?

Waverly owed her a lot more than a month of good shifts.

She leaned against the sink in the bathroom, and splashed water on her face. It wasn’t ridiculous to think that others thought Waverly and Nicole should get together, but she couldn’t believe there would be outright hostility. 

The door slammed open as Rosita washed her hands and she sighed as she looked at Wynonna. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Don’t sound so delighted to see me, Sugartits.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Nothing.” Rosita said as Wynonna used the one working stall. She stared at herself in the mirror. She did look good, at least she had that going for her.

Wynonna bumped her with her waist out of the way of the sink. “Are you hiding from the most awkward date since 6th grade?”

“Obviously. Are they this weird when they’re alone?”

“No.” Wynonna eased the door open as she wiped her hands. There was a small view to the back corner where their table was. Nicole and Waverly were grinning at each other and talking about, well, something. “They’re only weird because they don’t know how to pretend to like us.” Wynonna let the door close.

Wynonna crossed her arms and studied her. “But seriously, what’s wrong?” She gestured at Rosita’s face, “This is more than we are on the worst fake date of all time.”

Rosita sighed, “The waitress told me I was a bitch for getting in the way of their true love.”

Wynonna blinked a couple of times, “Hettie?”

Rosita nodded, “Which like fair I guess, but shouldn’t you be harassing the two idiots?” She rolled her eyes, “And then she called me a harlot!” A giggle escaped her as she repeated it. She had no idea where that came from.

“No!” Wynonna cackled, “Wow this is giving me so many rewards. Rosita, I could kiss you for starting this.”

Rosita found her eyes flicking down to Wynonna’s lips with little thought. The air changed suddenly, Wynonna’s smile turning predatory. Wynonna took a step closer, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not at fault for having a specific taste.”

“Hot, badass women?”

Rosita leaned over to whisper into Wynonna’s ear, “Hot messy people.”

Wynonna trailed a finger up Rosita’s bare arm. Goosebumps exploded in its wake, and Rosita held herself frozen as it came to her chin. Wynonna held it in place for a second, gazing into her eyes, and Rosita absentmindedly bit her lip. “Too bad I don’t take my sister’s sloppy seconds.”

“You bitch!” Rosita laughed.

She strode out of the bathroom and only came to a stop when Waverly and Nicole came into view. They were staring at each other and talking, Waverly gesturing wildly with one hand while the other held her mug of coffee. Nicole was leaning with her hands propping up her head, leaning over the table like she might go blind any minute.

“Why are you, oh-” Wynonna cut herself off as she came beside Rosita.

“How do they not see it?” Rosita asked. “How do they not believe it?”

“Fuck if I know, but that’s why we’re doing this.” Wynonna said, “Otherwise, baby girl would never pull her head out of her ass.”

Rosita snorted and followed Wynonna back. Wynonna bumped the edge with her hip and the moment shattered before their eyes. Nicole drew back, cheeks flushed, ducking her head, Waverly stopped her motions so suddenly some of the coffee spilled out.

Rosita’s phone buzzed in her pocket and Rosita glanced at it quickly.

Shorty: Had to send Rebecca home cause she was sick. Can you come in?

Shorty: I’ll pay time and a half

Rosita: I’ll be there in fifteen.

“Waves, we should head out.”

“Waves?” Rosita heard Nicole mutter.

“Oh yeah,” Waverly said, recovering from her shock quickly.

“This was, uh, nice.” Waverly said.

“Sure was, baby girl.” Wynonna answered.

“Bye.” Rosita said, as the two sisters stared at each other.

They left with a wave and stepped back out into the brisk air. Rosita shivered despite her coat at the sudden drop in temperature. She looked back at Waverly who was clenching her hands, her frame tight with tension.

“Sorry I had to cut out,” Rosita dangled up her phone, “But Rebecca had to leave and Shorty offered me the shift.”

“That’s fine,” Wavelry sniffed.

“Are you okay?”

“She’s so happy.” Waverly murmured.

“Nicole?” Rosita scoffed. She’d looked like she wanted to evaporate every time Wynonna or Rosita was around.

“No, well probably,” Waverly sighed and Rosita was horrified to see that Waverly’s eyes were watery. “But Wynonna!”

“Wynonna?” Rosita felt like gravity had been turned off.

“I’ve never seen her like that before.” Waverly said. “And if Nicole’s what makes her that happy, then what’s the point.”

Rosita fought the urge to march straight back into the diner and grab Wynonna by the stupid leather jacket she always wore that worked way too well on her figure, and yell at her for making this stupid mess that was only 25% Rosita’s fault a thousand times more complicated. And for, for this.

Waverly rubbed at her eyes, “She’s always so tough, you know, wants to be strong for me, and she’s ridiculous sometimes, but I don’t even know the last time she actually talked about a relationship to me.”

It was only the rage that kept Rosita from bursting out laughing.

“And to go on a double date.” Waverly sniffled, “I mean, I dreamed about that, just with different partners.” Waverly gave her an apologetic look.

Rosita wrapped her arms around Waverly and rubbed her back, “Hey, it’s alright. It’s alright.” Waverly buried her face onto Rosita’s shoulder, her frame shaking slightly. “Wynonna did seem happy, I can’t deny that, but I think it was more because she was spending time with you. Not about dating Nicole.”

“You can’t know that.”

She did know that.

“Waverly.” Rosita lightly chided, “I know Wynonna is not in love with Nicole. Nicole isn’t in love with her. And maybe they’re having fun together,” Rosita winced, glad Waverly’s head was buried and couldn’t see her expression, “But they are not meant to be together.”

“You don’t know that!” Waverly cried.

“I do.” Rosita was firm.

Waverly just clenched Rosita harder and sobbed openly for several minutes before slowing down. She wiped her eyes and looked up at Rosita, “Thank you. I think I needed a good cry.”

“Seems like it.” Rosita smiled sadly.

“You’re a really good friend.” Waverly said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Not be in this mess, Rosita thought. Of course, she’d still be pining from afar and giving everyone an ulcer with her smiles at Nicole. So really, Hettie should be thanking her for doing a public service. 

They continued down the street, weaving towards the apartment Waverly shared with Nicole. Waverly gave her one last hug, “Have a good shift!” And then disappeared into the warmth. Rosita turned towards Shorty’s, glad their date had been casual enough to function as bartender attire.

Thirty minutes into her shift, Wynonna slid in, not even batting an eye at Rosita being there, and taking a seat with a crowd of locals. Rosita just watched as she worked the locals for some free booze, and shook her head to herself. You’d think after decades of knowing her they understood they didn’t have a shot of getting into her pants. Rosita passed her the shot with a roll of her eyes.

“Thanks,” Wynonna grinned and then went over to the bar where Doc was sitting, leaving the man that got her the shot staring after her with his mouth wide open.

“You really should know better,” Rosita told him.

“Fuck off,” He grumbled.

Rosita shook her head and went to the other customers while keeping an eye on Doc and Wynonna. He waved her down after his glass was empty and Rosita carried the bottle over.

“Thanks,” He put his hands to the brim of his stupid hat.

“No way.” Wynonna squealed. “You too.”

Rosita stared at her in shock. “How did you?”

“I’ve got the sense of a bloodhound.” Wynonna said, “This makes us sisters though.”

“You?”

“Hey, now ladies.” Doc shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, settle down grandpa,” Wynonna said, “We both know you aren’t terrible in bed, whoop di doo.”

Rosita couldn’t help herself and laughed. No one could make Doc squirm like Wynonna.

Wynonna sent her a grin and then waved at the glass in front of her, “Keep them coming, Doc’s tab will be blown wide open tonight.”

“Now I don’t remember-” Doc started.

“You lost yesterday, so you owe me.” Wynonna said.

Rosita watched as they stared at each other for several seconds, until Doc finally groaned and nodded at Rosita. She smiled and then just placed a bottle in front of them, “It’s probably easier if I just do this.”

“This is why you’re my favorite.” Wynonna grinned as she topped up her glass. Wynonna filled up a shot glass and handed it to Rosita, “Cheers.”

Rosita took it gratefully and slammed the glass down in seconds, with a wink at Wynonna she turned to help a different customer. She heard as she swaggered away, “You are wasted on my sister.”

Her chest flushed with a pleased feeling she really didn’t want to analyze.

Wynonna hadn’t dressed to the nines for the date, but she knew how to look good. And Rosita couldn’t stop thinking about her. How she had on the perfect pants for her ass. And the way her eyes had warmed her entire body with their gaze. Or that pesky finger.

It wasn’t a crush, Rosita reminded herself. It was lust. Pure lust. It had been, well a little while, and no one alive would disagree that Wynonna was hot. If she wasn’t fake dating her sister, well, Rosita sighed as she opened a new bottle of whiskey. There was no point in thinking about it. Wynonna flitted from person to person like a bee looking for pollen.

The night got marginally busier. Still quiet enough that it didn’t matter that she was the only bartender. Even if Wynonna and Doc had cajoled her into doing a couple shots. So, she was a little tipsy, but what customer didn’t love a generous pour?

By the time last call came around, she was maybe a little closer to drunk than anyone on the job should be, but it wasn’t like she had to drive. Which was one of the few things she truly loved about Purgatory.

The few that had stuck around that long shuffled out the doors, and Rosita began the task of cleaning up.

She wandered into the bathrooms, and found Wynonna splashing water on her face, frowning at herself in the mirror.

“Oh, hey,” Rosita said, “are bathrooms our new spot?”

Wynonna rolled her eyes as her grin stretched wider,  “You know, it’s really a shame you’re behind the bar the whole night.”

“Oh?” Rosita asked.

“Yeah, I mean, everyone knows your tits are great, but there’s so much more.” Wynonna took a step closer and Rosita’s eyes settled on her lips.

“Is that so?” It came out impossibly breathy and if she was a little less tipsy she’d be embarrassed, but with the eyes Wynonna was making, well, she had no reason to be.

Wynonna stepped closer until Rosita could smell a faint whiff of whiskey on her breath, and for a second, Rosita thought she was just going to die in this weird purgatory between want and need and the knowledge that they were both in bizarre fake relationships, her with this woman’s sister, but then, finally, Wynonna closed the gap.

It was hard, and Rosita wanted more. She found herself pressed against the bathroom wall and her hands found Wynonna’s hair and she was never happier that Wynonna mostly wore it down. They broke apart, the kiss a little too wet and with a little too much tongue to be anything but a promise, and Wynonna sauntered away.

“Have a good night.” She called behind her.

Rosita just watched her, well her ass, go, breathing hard. Long after the door had slammed shut she mumbled out, “You too.”

[wayhaughtao3feed]

Love is a tight noose

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SQVknsz

by ShaunaDZ

Nicole travels to her uncle, needing a change of pace.

Words: 2324, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane, Chrissy Nedley, Randy Nedley, Calamity Jane Haught

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught, Nicole Haught & Randy Nedley, Waverly Earp & Willa Earp, Ward Earp & Wynonna Earp, Ward Earp & Waverly Earp, Waverly Earp & Gus McCready, Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane/Willa Earp

Additional Tags: Wolf Pack, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Wild West AU

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SQVknsz

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

Love is a tight noose

by ShaunaDZ

Nicole travels to her uncle, needing a change of pace.

Words: 2324, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane, Chrissy Nedley, Randy Nedley, Calamity Jane Haught

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught, Nicole Haught & Randy Nedley, Waverly Earp & Willa Earp, Ward Earp & Wynonna Earp, Ward Earp & Waverly Earp, Waverly Earp & Gus McCready, Bobo Del Rey | Robert Svane/Willa Earp

Additional Tags: Wolf Pack, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Wild West AU

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47082121

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, January 21st

ANGEL: Somebody should stay here and mind the store. LORNE: Me! Me me me. Sargeant Stay-At-Home, volunteering for duty, sir.

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion, Chapter 371 by madimpossibledreamer (Ensemble, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure crossover, T)

The Last Slayer, Chapter 7 by listentorae (Buffy/Angel, T)

The Sun Also Rises, Chapter 82 by Grundy (Buffy, Dawn, Tolkien crossover, T)

Dawn the Power Ranger 1: The Power of Keys, Chapter 15 by BrennaLynn (Dawn/OC, Buffy/Riley, Power Rangers crossover, T)

Dawn of the Caribbean 3: Dawn of the Pack, Chapter 79 by BrennaLynn (Buffy & Dawn, Women of the Otherworld crossover, T)

Favor, Chapter 14 by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, T)

Wonderland 1: Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 57 by BrennaLynn (Buffy/Angel, Dawn/Jacen Solo, Faith/Dawn, Star Wars crossover, T)

Fundamentalism in the Heat of the Moment, Chapter 7 by Banana_ana (Angel/Lindsey, Supernatural crossover, E)

Charming the Slayer, Chapter 40 by BrennaLynn (Buffy/Paige Matthews, Faith/Dawn, Charmed, T)

Universal Exchange Program, Chapter 4 by CreeperSpockSr (sweetbutnutty_RalphSpockSr), sweetbutnutty_RalphSpockSr (Buffy, Willow, Teen Wolf & Stargate crossover, not rated)

From the Hellmouth, Chapter 4 (complete!) by Rutkowski (Willow, Pathfinder & Wynonna Earp crossover, T)

Supporting The Incredible Hulk (And Bruce Banner), Chapter 6 by SomeMeaninglessName (Willow, Buffy, Marvel universe crossover, T)

Dawn the Power Ranger 2: Shift Into Turbo, Chapter 3 by BrennaLynn (Dawn/OC, Power Rangers crossover, T)

Finding The Path, Chapter 18 by acekoomboom (Buffy/Spike, R)

Beer Very Bad, Chapter 8 by acekoomboom (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Favor, Chapter 14 by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Hold My Hand Even Though I’m a Sinner! Chapter 19 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Piercings, Chapter 7 by MelG_2005 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Sky Opens Up, Things Doth Die, Chapter 7 by ShadowMaster (Ensemble, Utawarerumono/Rurouni Kenshin/Various demi-human sources crossover, FR21)

That Which Makes One Human, Chapter 6 by ShadowMaster (Ensemble, multiple crossovers, FR21)

The Broken That is Lost Amidst Stardust, Chapter 3 by ShadowMaster (Xander, Star Wars crossover, FR21)

Waiting On My Spaceship, Chapter 11 by Chelle (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Are you someone who loves the thrill of an epic journey through the stars, the gritty streets of a city under siege, or the timeless charm of the Wild West? If so, you're in for a treat. TVSeriesClub is your go-to platform for experiencing these adventures and more, all from the comfort of your home. Whether you’re a fan of iconic classics like Star Trek or modern hits like Gotham Knights, this is the place where your passion for Western series comes alive.

The Timeless Appeal of Western Series

What makes Western series so captivating? Is it the dramatic storytelling or the deep dive into human emotions? From space odysseys to gritty urban adventures, these shows blend action, character development, and moral dilemmas into compelling narratives that keep us glued to the screen.

What Sets TVSeriesClub Apart

TVSeriesClub isn’t just another streaming platform. It’s a haven for fans who crave a variety of genres, from classic Westerns to futuristic dramas. With its intuitive interface and an extensive library, this platform ensures you’ll never run out of options.

How to Navigate TVSeriesClub with Ease

Navigating TVSeriesClub is as simple as flipping through the pages of your favorite comic book. Use the search bar to find specific series or explore curated categories to discover new favorites. The platform’s user-friendly design ensures you’ll spend less time searching and more time watching.

Top Western Series for Fans of All Eras

From the desert landscapes of The Lone Ranger to the futuristic settings of The Mandalorian, Western series have evolved while retaining their core appeal. Whether you prefer old-school adventures or modern twists, TVSeriesClub has you covered.

Why Star Trek Continues to Inspire Generations

Star Trek isn’t just a show; it’s a cultural phenomenon. Its themes of exploration, diversity, and hope resonate with audiences of all ages. Watching it on TVSeriesClub feels like joining a crew destined to explore the unknown while tackling universal issues.

Gotham Knights: A Modern Classic in the Making

If you’re a fan of dark, atmospheric storytelling, Gotham Knights is a must-watch. This modern take on the superhero genre combines mystery, drama, and action to create a gripping narrative that’s hard to put down.

Hidden Western Gems to Add to Your Watchlist

Looking for something under the radar? Shows like Justified and Wynonna Earp bring fresh perspectives to the Western genre. They’re perfect for viewers who love unconventional storytelling with a touch of unpredictability.

Complete Seasons for Your Binge-Watching Bliss

There’s nothing worse than starting a series and realizing you have to wait for new episodes. Luckily, TVSeriesClub offers complete seasons of many shows, allowing you to immerse yourself fully without interruptions.

Exclusive Features That Enhance Your Experience

Features like personalized recommendations, offline downloads, and multi-device compatibility make TVSeriesClub a standout choice. It’s not just about streaming; it’s about enhancing your overall viewing experience.

Making the Most of TVSeriesClub’s Curated Library

Think of TVSeriesClub as a treasure chest filled with gems waiting to be discovered. Use the platform’s filters to explore by genre, era, or even specific actors. This level of customization ensures you’ll find exactly what you’re in the mood for.

Family-Friendly Options for All Ages

Not all Westerns are intense and action-packed. Shows like Little House on the Prairie offer wholesome entertainment that’s perfect for family viewing. Share the joy of storytelling with your loved ones through these timeless classics.

Why Fans Keep Coming Back to TVSeriesClub

Why do fans choose TVSeriesClub over other platforms? It’s the combination of variety, quality, and accessibility. Once you start exploring, it’s hard to imagine watching your favorite series anywhere else.

Stream Anytime, Anywhere with Ease

Whether you’re at home or on the go, TVSeriesClub makes it easy to stream your favorite shows. Its compatibility with multiple devices ensures you can pick up where you left off, no matter where you are.

The Future of Western Series Streaming

The future of Western series is bright, especially with platforms like TVSeriesClub making them more accessible than ever. As technology advances, we can expect even more immersive experiences and exciting content.

Tips for Enjoying Your Next Series Marathon

Planning a series marathon? Stock up on snacks, find a cozy spot, and set the mood with dim lighting. Don’t forget to take short breaks to stay refreshed and fully enjoy the storytelling.

Conclusion

From the far reaches of space in Star Trek to the shadowy streets of Gotham Knights, TVSeriesClub brings together the best of Western series in one convenient platform. With its vast library, exclusive features, and user-friendly design, it’s the ultimate destination for fans looking to indulge their love for thrilling, character-driven stories.