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mistydeyes · 1 year ago

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smth abt your recent 141 post gave me a thought.

somebody need to get these boys into a club, flashing lights, music and dancing, fun drinks and flashy y2k reader who’s lowkey an absolute party animal?? or an ex party animal, teehee anyways,,

imagine how fun it’d be dragging johnny onto the dance floor, drunkenly screaming that “this is my FAVORITE song!!”

i just see fics of them at bars and i just need to see them up in a club😫😫

thank you so much for requesting! i LOVE drunken club energy so much (something about going to a club and drinking a weak rum and coke on a thirsty thursday really does it for me). this totally fit the vibe of a previous request so please enjoy a little cameo of the best 2000s aesthetic character, Storm!

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summary: The 141 decides to allow you to pick the place for some drinks while on leave. You take the opportunity to get absolutely hammered and sing your heart out to some 2000s hits.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x reader (codename: Storm)

warnings: swearing

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"I thought they said we were going for drinks," Gaz shouted to Ghost over the loud 2000s dance music that blared on the dance floor. Gaz had found his way back to Price and Ghost after you had dragged him to the beats of Low by Flo Rida. After the chorus, you and your low-rise jeans and Harley Davis tiny top had disappeared with Soap in hand. He figured you would emerge eventually as he took a large gulp of his beer that appeared to be hot pink underneath the neon lights. "I am never letting Storm pick again," Ghost said and Gaz strained to hear him. But by the look of how drunk he was getting over the sugary drinks, it was clear Ghost was trying to make the most out of the experience.

"Here they come," Price yelled, almost as if he was delivering a warning, as you emerged from the crowd. Sweat coated your face and perfectly complicated the loose glitter from your makeup and the mingling crowd. Soap followed close behind, somehow losing his shirt after the three-minute song. "What happened out there?" Simon couldn't help but ask as you and Soap chugged the remainder of your dirty shirleys. "Met some Scousers," Soap breathlessly answered, "shirt went with 'em." The group laughed loudly as Soap fanned his sweating torso. "How'd you find this place, Storm?" Gaz asked, leaning forward closer to the group. "Went here a lot in sixth form and the summer before enlisting," you answered. You remembered the long nights and the hoarse voices you left with. You also remembered the paracetamol and glass of water affectionately left on your bedside table.

You continued to exchange wild stories about your drunken adventures including the time you threw up in someone's designer Juicy Couture bag. "And you still party like a teenager," Price couldn't help but tease as you threw your head back in laughter. "Don't see you complaining about all the compliments you've been getting, Captain," you quipped back. Almost on schedule, a young woman passed by the Captain and sent an air kiss his way with her glossed lips. You held your drink in the air and shared a toast with the group as you celebrated the woman's flirtations. Before Price could respond back, you could hear the beginning of your favorite early 2000s hits.

You jumped up, sloshing the drinks on the small metallic table. "Oh my god," you screamed, "this is my favorite song!" Unfortunately for Price and Soap, they were the nearest to you and your hands immediately began tugging them to the dance floor. Your sneakers squeaked against the floor as Soap relented but Price remained firmly in place. "I'm too old for this," Price said as he shook his head in dismay. "Whatever," you rolled your eyes, letting him fall back onto the plush couch, "but the next time there's a Britney song, I better see your boonie hat on the floor."

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orionsstory · 6 months ago

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that kind of devotion can't be ignored | Anarcia (5)

A/N: did not intend to drop this today but !! surprise! also happy birthday to my dog :) don't forget to check it out on ao3!

"So, long story short she broke up with me because I forgot to text her for like, 26 hours! That's not even that long!"

"Amethyst, that's like a whole ass day. It was also the 3rd time that week."

Amethyst rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at Robin. "So what! I said I was a bad texter! Everyone knows that!" She retorted, gathering the four mugs from the kitchen and carefully balancing them in her arms. She made her way to the living room, setting the mugs in front of the other three girls gathered in the living room.

"I don't know, I think I'm on Robin's side. If a girl didn't text me for 26 hours, I'd think she's ghosting me." Luxx added in, Amethyst rolling her eyes at the other girl dramatically.

"That's because you're on your phone all the time! Come on Marcia, you get what I'm saying, right?"

Marcia gave her a pity smile, sending the other two girls into a fit of laughter, Amethyst faked hurt as she dramatically collapsed onto the chair. "No one understands me!" She whined, "She still has my glitter pen...I miss it."

"You know, for someone whose job is to answer phones all day, you kind of suck at answering yours." Robin hummed, sipping on her drink. "But that was a month ago, you gotta move on girl. What about that bass player from Peacock's? Didn't you say she was hot?"

Robin worked as a designer alongside Luxx, the two first meeting when they interned for the brand together back in college. Her black curly hair was tied into a ponytail with two thin braids framing her face, dressed in a white, long-sleeve crop top and baggy cargo pants. Robin was the most put-together of the friend group, she was ambitious and knew what she wanted, something Marcia found very admirable about her.

"Yeah, she was hot, but she's fucking my ex, so like..." Amethyst shrugged in response.

Amethyst was another one of Luxx's coworkers, an aspiring popstar who worked as a secretary for the brand in the meantime. She and Robin had been friends since high school, so when Luxx and Robin bonded on their internships, the group of four seemed to naturally come together and have been inseparable since. Her curly blonde hair fell just past her shoulder, and her bright and eccentric Y2K style was evident from the apartment decor and her clothes- today, a bright orange sweater and a pair of cow print pants.

"That hasn't stopped you before." Luxx cut in, causing Amethyst to groan. "Seriously girl, you need to get laid."

"Oh please, you're one to talk." Amethyst retorted back, Luxx raising her eyebrow in confusion. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! Robin and I agree you and Irene need to get it over with and just hate fuck already! Like oh my god!"

Marcia watched as Luxx's face changed from one of confusion to one of disgust in a near instant. She almost choked on her drink from surprise. "WHAT? You can't be serious. Irene?" She looked between the two girls, her tone dripping with disgust. "Robin, you can't be serious. I'd expect this from Amy, but not you!"

Robin shrugged as Luxx's eyes bore into her, "I think it would help your relationship. You two argue all the time, and I, for one, would like some peace and quiet around the office." She turned away from Luxx, who was rendered speechless from shock, to address Marcia, "Marsh, how much have you heard about Irene?"

Marcia paused for a moment, recounting all the times she'd heard of Irene. "Well, now that you mention it, Luxx you do talk about her almost every day-"

"MARSHALL!" Luxx interrupted, "I'm hurt! We argue all the time because she's insufferable, she's always making these little comments to rile me up!" Luxx briefly paused before she continued, "Let me be clear. I would not fuck her if she were the last person on this Earth. If she offered me a million dollars I wouldn't." Luxx flipped her hair behind her, crossing her arms as she huffed. Marcia giggled, ignoring the glare Luxx sent her.

"She told me she teases you because she likes to get a rise out of you," Amethyst chimed in, "I told her the same thing I told you, and she might have rolled her eyes at me, but she didn't say no!"

Luxx rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever, it's not happening in ten million years. Why are we so focused on me all of a sudden? What about you Robin? You have any exciting escapades lately?"

"Well," Robin hummed, sipping her drink, "I've met a very nice woman. But we're taking it slow, some nice classy dates, I wanna give it some time before we make it official."

Amethyst rolled her eyes, "She's lying. She's fucking whipped for Aura."

Luxx and Marcia both ooohed at the name drop, looking back towards Robin.

"How do you know her name? And I am not whipped, that's such a lie."

"Well, I met her when I was in the kitchen having a snack, it was midnight and you kicked the poor girl out. The second time it happened, I thought I should at least know her name if this was going to be a regular occurrence. Plus, you were baking her cupcakes a few days ago- you're down bad for her, you can't lie to me!"

Robin blushed, "Oh. Well, maybe we weren't as sneaky as I thought..."

"Aura's great though," Amethyst continued, "super strong, by the way. Like I think she's a bodybuilder or something. I made her move my giant mirror, you guys know the one, so she gets a pass in my book."

Marcia smiled, "Well that's great Robin! I'm happy for you, she sounds super sweet! We'll have to meet her sometime, preferably when Amy isn't using her for manual labor."

"Yeah, she sounds great, but..." Luxx smirked, "I have to ask...is she better than Amethyst?"

Amethyst and Robin both groaned, drowning out Luxx's cackling. "Oh my god, we dated for like two weeks when we were 14!" Amethyst huffed, playfully swatting at Luxx. "You'll never let us live that down, are you? I should have never told you." Robin rolled her eyes, sighing.

"Oh, come on Luxx- we've all had questionable crushes before!" Marcia laughed, growing a bit more nervous when Luxx shot her a mischievous smile.

"Oh, like the one you have on your 'one true soulmate', Lotus?"

Marcia's face burned bright red as Amy and Robin whipped their attention towards her. There was only a moment of silence before the other girls began to bombard her with questions, Luxx laughing the entire time. The girls continued to bombard her with questions, which caused her to blush more, which only amped up their energy.

"Guys, guys! Give her a chance to speak! She can't tell you about this mystery woman if you guys keep bombarding her."

Marcia sighed with relief as the two backed off, looking at her expectantly. She composed herself before she spoke, "Well, Luxx is being dramatic...I didn't say she was my 'one true soulmate', but-"

"Marshall that is such bullshit, you literally burst through the apartment telling me you had found the love of your life."

Marcia's face grew red, followed by laughter from Amethyst and Robin. "Okay, maybe I did. In my defense, I had a lot of adrenaline! But anyways, Lotus is this local superhero, she's super strong and sweet...she's also really hot."

"So how'd you guys meet? Come on, spill!" Amethyst prompted, bouncing her leg in excitement.

Marcia recounted the story to the two girls in front of her, from her attempted kidnapping to Lotus (literally) sweeping her off of her feet. Robin leaned back in her chair, "So you don't know her identity?" Marcia shook her head, "No...not yet at least. But we didn't meet that long ago, so it doesn't feel too important right now." Robin nodded.

"So how do you even talk to her? Do you send up, like, the bat signal when you want to talk to her?" Amethyst asked, Marcia rolled her eyes and laughed. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I have to message her friend whenever I want to see her. And yes, I already stalked through her entire social media and haven't seen anyone that looks like her."

Amethyst hummed, "I don't know, I need to see her. Getting involved with a superhero can be dangerous, if you're putting your life on the line she better be smoking hot." Robin nodded along, "I agree, especially if she's the "love of your life"." Marcia groaned but obliged, scrolling through her phone to find the one decent picture she had of Lotus.

She passed it over to the girls, "So, this is from a few years ago, she looks a bit different...maybe I can take a photo with her." She suggested, watching in anticipation as Robin and Amethyst scanned the photo. Amethyst slowly nodded, "Alright...she's hot, I mean look at those muscles." Marcia blushed, "Well, I'm glad I have your approval. I think you guys would really like her."

"Just try not to get caught up in too much trouble, promise?"

"I promise, Robin."

A few days later, Marcia trudged into the apartment much like she had the past few days. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the couch. Luxx leaned over the couch, "Rough rehearsal?" Marcia groaned in reply, "Yeah...it was a really choreography-heavy rehearsal...my legs are so sore." Luxx hummed in understanding, "Well lucky for you, your best friend in the whole entire world made you pasta. So come on, get up!" She patted Marcia's shoulder, the blonde slowly rising.

Once they had sat down at the counter, Marcia recounted the trials and tribulations of her day to Luxx, who in turn did the same. "Have you seen Lotus recently?" Luxx casually threw in, making Marcia stop mid-pasta bite. She paused, her brain groggily trying to remember the last time she spoke to Lotus. "Oh god...no, I haven't spoken to her in like...a week. I've been so busy with rehearsal." Her mind raced- does Lotus think she doesn't like her anymore? She chided herself for her ignorance, burying her face in her hands.

"Why don't you just ask to meet her and explain what happened?" Luxx suggested, "I'm sure she'd understand. I mean, Broadway is a big deal after all." Marcia nodded, temporarily reassured. After she had cleared the dishes, she shot Sasha a text asking to meet with Lotus. By the time she was about to go to sleep, she still hadn't gotten a text back.

She lay surrounded by the darkness, staring up at the ceiling. What if Lotus hated her? Didn't want to see her anymore? She tossed and turned, trying to rid her mind of these thoughts. She huffed, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. She knew she was worrying too much, Luxx would tell her as much- but she couldn't stop overthinking. Soon enough though, exhaustion took over and whisked her off to sleep.

The blaring of her alarm jolted Marcia out of her sleep, fumbling with her phone to turn it off. She tried to stifle a yawn as she looked at her notifications, one in particular sticking out to her.

'Sasha Colby: Lotus said she'll be there ;)'

She felt relief instantly flood through her body, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. With that, she could go about her day a little easier. She found her day seemed to pass by faster as she waited for that evening. Even rehearsal seemed to be a bit easier- although she still found herself exhausted after.

She soon found herself back at her apartment, fussing over her hair as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. She glanced at the clock, quickly shrugging on her jacket and lacing up her shoes as she headed for the door. She gave a quick goodbye to Luxx before heading out onto the bustling street.

Marcia arrived at their meeting spot, the building beside the alleyway she was almost kind of kidnapped in. She had mixed feelings about it, to say the least- they should probably meet somewhere else, but she pushed those thoughts to the side. She fiddled with her headband as she eagerly waited and watched for the girl.

"Hi, doll."

Marcia jumped as Lotus' voice appeared behind her, "Why do you always do that?! Gosh, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days!" Lotus laughed as Marcia pouted at her, "I'm serious!"

"Oh c'mon, don't make that face! I think it's only fair considering you've been ignoring me." Lotus teased, leaning against the wall.

Marcia flushed, "I'm sorry about that- I've been so busy with rehearsals, I just lost track of time. I swear I meant to talk to you earlier."

"Don't apologize, I figured it was something like that. I just wanted to tease you, you're cute when you're flustered."

Marcia felt her face go red as she struggled to form a reply, all while Lotus giggled at her reaction. Lotus spoke up instead, "Why don't you tell me all about rehearsals? You're doing that one show, the one about the blonde girl, right? Is it Mean Girls?"

"Legally Blonde, but you were close! Are you sure you don't mind? I can go kind of," Marcia paused, "well, kind of overboard when it comes to theatre."

"No, I don't mind at all! I want to hear about the things you're passionate about."

Marcia couldn't hide the smile creeping onto her face as she launched into the show's details- how rehearsal was going, trying on costumes, and the dreaded upcoming tech week. Lotus sat intently listening the whole time, nodding her head along and smiling at Marcia's grand gestures. She was talking about the new blocking they had received for the next number when Lotus interrupted.

"Wait, why do you have to learn two versions?"

"Because I'm Elle's, the lead, understudy. I basically have to learn her choreography and the ensembles just in case our Elle can't go on."

Lotus was silent for a moment, processing what Marcia had just told her.

"So you have to like...learn double of everything?"

Marcia nodded.

"That's fucking impressive. Seriously, I mean...wow."

Marcia beamed brightly at the compliment, "Thanks! You should come see the show, uh, if you want to that is."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, doll."

The butterflies in her stomach erupted, leaving her speechless and her face bright red. Lotus smirked at her state, which Marcia rolled her eyes at.

"Oh!" Lotus gasped as if she just remembered something, "I want to show you something. Um, if you want to. You don't have to, I get it-"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to!"

Lotus grinned and lifted Marcia into her arms before taking off into the sky. She wrapped her arms around Lotus' neck, cheering as they took off through the sky. They weren't in the sky for long, as they touched down on top of the Manhattan bridge. Lotus held Marcia steady as she set her feet down, laughing nervously at the height.

The wind whipped her hair as she looked down, the cars looking like tiny dots passing below them. She clutched onto Lotus without even thinking about it, who wrapped her arm around her waist.

"This...this is pretty cool." Marcia exhaled, laughing again in disbelief.

"That's not even the best part- look."

Lotus guided Marcia's face with her hand to look towards the sky- a beautiful pink and orange as the sun began to set. Marcia's eyes shone as she took it all in, gasping at its beauty. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen a sunset, or at least one with such a beautiful view like this.

They stood there, together, until the sun had set and the sky was purple.

"Pretty cool, right?"

Marcia nodded, "You know how to impress a girl."

Lotus smirked, very proud of herself. "I used to hang out here and watch the sunset all the time before my shifts. Gave me time to clear my head and focus on the positive. I'm glad I got to share it with you."

Marcia softened, leaning closer into Lotus. "I'm glad you did too."

Lotus rested her head on top of Marcia's, staying like that for a minute before she spoke again.

"I should get you back, I have to go on patrol soon..."

"Do you have to?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Quit pouting, you're gonna make me feel worse!" She laughed, playfully squeezing Marcia who giggled in return.

"Wait! We should take a photo to remember this!" She suggested, eagerly pulling out her phone.

"You're just trying to rope me into spending more time with you!" Lotus teased, yet she still leaned into Marcia and posed for the photo, throwing up a pair of bunny ears behind Marcia's hair.

The camera flashed, capturing this small moment in time. Marcia sighed as she took in the tranquility of it all. She wished the moment could last forever, just the two of them. But it couldn't, not for the moment anyway.

"Will you bring me back sometime?"

"I will. I promise."

Marcia drifted off to sleep that night thinking of the bridge, the sunset, and Lotus. She felt like she was on cloud nine, the photo they had taken now set as her home screen. Luxx teased her for it and called her a sap, and maybe she was, but it made her heart flutter every time she looked at it. She felt on top of the world as she fell asleep that night.

#thatkindofdevotion #rupauls drag race #drag race #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr 15 #marcia marcia marcia #marcia x3 #anetra #anarcia #luxx noir london #amethyst #robin fierce #this chapter is mostly fluff and the girls girling #i love it though

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y2k-radio-cannibal · 5 months ago

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Y2K Makeup Bag Must Haves

(Circa 1994 - 2004)

Art Stuff

Roll On Body Glitter

Bonne Bell

Gear Flip Shades

Lip Lites Gloss

Lip Smackers Lip Balm

Lip Smackers Whirly Shimmer Gloss

Lip Rush Gloss

Chanel

Vamp Nail Polish

Clinique

Almost Lipstick in Black Honey

Hard Candy

Sky Nail Polish

J.A.N.E Cosmetics

Lip Glow

Kissing Fruit Gloss

L'Oreal

Toasted Almond Lipstick

M.A.C

Lip Glass

Spice Lip Liner

Maybelline

Great Lash Mascara

Revlon

Colorstay Lipstick

Toast of New York Lipstick

Rimmel

Heather Shimmer Lipstick

Sila

Lip Glaze

Urban Decay

Heavy Metal Glitter Eyeliner

Wet ‘n’ Wild

Brandywine 666 Lipliner

Bonus

Caboodles Makeup Organizer

#Y2K #90s #1990s #2000s

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xoxoemynn · 11 months ago

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Can I just say..the tag “misuse of glitter” on your fic tags has me rolling with laughter 🤣

Hahahaha YAY. I'm excited for the misuse to be revealed soon!

While writing this one I realized I may have a thing for some glitter abuse as plot (the first being Here's to the Night, which is a Y2K New Year's Eve fic if anyone is looking for something seasonally appropriate to read!).

But I can't help it. It's so fun. It's so obnoxious. It's so them. I am but a mere mortal. Who am I to resist? In fact, I think I'm going to start including glitter in all my fics. That'll be my brand!

✨xoxoemynn, glitter freak✨

#ask #Anonymous #sblhcsc #ofmd #this made me smile thank you <33 #lovely people being lovely

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badtasteaquarium · 3 months ago

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[A] triple threat

me going insane under the cut

SO PLEASED with how these guys came out

i feel like i've talked a lot about super sonic and his chaos energy induced HRT, but i think it's great and a little funny so i'll do it as much as i want. all of these transformations have a magical girl aspect to them, but like the katsuragi from senran kagura style. the sleeves RIP off sonic's track jacket, and yeah he'll be shirtless too. it vaporizes. i like the extra yellow going on, and he just glitters gold. shooting star! at least one of the sonics was going to have crazy long hair for their super form, and it's this guy. he has little rings on the drawstrings of his shorts too. he's as cocky as ever and fucking loves to tear it up. undefeatable!!!!!!!!

super shadow takes it down only a couple notches. he only rolls up his sleeves, but also ALL of the GUN logos and insignias are GONE from his (already modified) uniform jacket. his dog tags turn into the shadow/black arms symbol. i wasn't going to make him (or silver) shirtless underneath but it's really SUCH a look, and it's MY city so why not. the chaos drives on/in his stomach are shown mostly for effect--that is where they are in his body. originally they were the standard ones, and were colored as follows: 3 green, 2 red, 2 yellow, 1 purple. they got recalibrated when he collected the real chaos emeralds. he's shown here with that green chaos spear style energy coming off him. as much i used to love the silver super shadow to contrast to gold super sonic, i've gone with a more "canon" look with the light yellow. otherwise no drastic hair change. his eyes look a little different to imply an actual glow effect. i can't wait to get the opportunity to write the internal syntax that happens when he goes super. aUAGOUGH!! shadow is more serious but is equally powerful.

our friend super silver goes for the more dramatic outfit change, with his jacket changing completely into a flowy cape/poncho sort of thing. his hair also morphs to match his hedgehog self, because, again, you can do anything with chaos energy, including look cool as fuck and have your hair be impossible. he has a cyan aura around him at all times, ditches the gloves and unzips the bottom of his y2k cargo shorts. i haven't actually imagined a situation for him to BE super in yet, but he deserves it. maybe blaze and him do it together. (i've also decided to ditch the marking on his head...maybe i'll make a note on his other sheet)

i'm like vibrating looking at these guys. ougugUDSHmsdgenghe

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y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff · 2 months ago

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Bath and Body Works Art Stuff Stylin' Strawberry Roll on Glitter

1996-2004

My personal picture from my collection

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jettastic-blog · 1 year ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: CAT Costume Simple Halloween Random Pieces Purple.

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scoutlxiroth · 1 year ago

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✦ CHASE SUI WONDERS, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ SCOUT LEI-ROTH the TWENTY-SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for THIRTEEN YEARS ( OFF AND ON ). Whispers on the streets are that the BOTTLE GIRL AT ENVY who lives in HIDE SQUARE are said to be OPEN and SELF-SABOTAGING but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

tw: infidelity, drugs, alcohol, divorce, broken home, parental issues/neglect

full name: scout lenda lei-roth

date of birth: february 28th

star sign: pisces

place of birth: palo alto, california

family: lei delun (father), nadine roth (mother), open (half-sibling), open (half-sibling)

sexual orientation: pansexual

religion: agnostic

tattoos: she has a few, though all fairly small. her first was a smiley face she got while underage. the first official was a set of butterflies off a flash. she collected a few more over the years: one on her spine, another finger, and a quote on her right arm. the latest however, is a groovy text at the crook of her right elbow.

style: oversized t-shirts worn in place of dresses, faux leather mod boots, mini skirts, hand-me-down hockey jerseys, denim cutoffs, silk nighties paired against thrifted leather jackets, fun graphic tees that cause heads to turn, itty bitty crops, mesh tops, thrifted skirts giving y2k, mini bohemian dresses, chunky doc martens

red wine stained lips, glitter you can't get out of the carpet, the warmth of a spotlight, towering over a crowd as you dance atop the bar, hands on your ankle begging you to come down, twelve missed phone calls from mom, mascara stained cheeks, butterflies in your chest, the thrumming of club music, a sparkler lit liquor bottle, hyper-fixating on a cellphone screen as you beg for a text to come through, making best friends in a nightclub bathroom, glitter pen scribbles in a journal, lighting a candle to make it all feel better, kissing your friends on the lips, clothes abandoned on a bedroom floor, being so-and-so's sister, knees bruised in the name of attention, & the false feeling of love.

scout was born into chaos. her father, a big shot developer in palo alto, had gotten his mistress pregnant and thus his first marriage ended officially just days before scout popped out of the womb. hated by some from her very first breath.

she never did get to see her father in a functional relationship. the first one deteriorated before she was born, then her own mother got thrown to the curb before scout had the chance to enter preschool, ditched for a younger, more naïve version. but even the third wised up to her father's ways, beating him to the divorce-punch come inklings of yet another affair. three marriages. a kid each.

scout couldn't say much of her half-siblings relationship to their shared father, but her? it was like screaming to a void. nothing came in return.

as if her parental problems weren't already shaky enough, the mother situation felt like trauma three-fold. first, the one that saw her as destruction. next, her own, there but only just. after all, it was hard to look at the spitting image of your worst heartbreak. and then came the last, the outlier. the one scout struggled to accept, struggled to like despite herself. funny how that third wife was the one that tried to include her most.

her youngest sibling had gotten into showbusiness young enough, becoming a childhood star in the midst of elementary school. it was something cool for awhile, something scout even bragged about... until the fame increased and it wasn't some fun fact. suddenly she was so-and-so's sister, not scout. always living adjacent to a fictional character, too beloved for people to turn off their blinders.

whilst supporting her sibling(s)— always content at sitting in the wings reading a book as the camera rolled, even the first to offer up running lines— scout could only handle so much of being overlooked. the only way she knew how to shine despite not being the star of the family was to become the problem. everyone liked a project, right? she wasn’t so invisible when they had to come pick her up off of the front steps of her apartment, unsuccessful in getting her keys to “work” after knocking back countless shots. or when there was video evidence of her dancing on the bar at moon. or that one time she’d called from jail. a misunderstanding, really.

scout self-identifies as a mess. she may be chaotic, but she's not delusional. she'll warn you too. 'proceed with caution.'

before you ask, yes, she has tried therapy. in fact, she's in it now, though the lady isn't who she'd've picked. but, you know, daddy's money. scout's true therapy sessions are poured into her journal: a collection of poems, collages, and diary entries. she's always been a creative but it's been an art she's held to her chest. there are times when therapy sessions come as drunk bathroom chats in the club or 3am soul sessions on a battered couch while passing a bong. scout isn't shy about her feelings or her issues. she knows she has them, fairly obvious too.

it was her frequent club hopping that landed her at envy as a bottle girl. she'd been working the day shift at verdure before, surviving mostly off the brunch shifts and money from her father ( one of the only ways he shows care ). then after a particular night out, the urge of another bottle girl, some tequila, and a sense of "fuck it", scout applied. she was showing off sparkler-adorned bottles of belvedere a few days later. mixing business with pleasure. fun some days, toxic the next.

skateboarding is her main form of transportation. it became a personality trait after she rewatched sleepover in her twenties and saw julie in that red dress being the epitome of cool. does she have her license? yes. car? no. should she be trusted behind the wheel? hard no. she's befriended too many curbs and panics come merging. when it comes to the road, scout is very much a passenger princess. it's better for everyone that way.

scout is a crier. and she’s not too shy about it. in fact, she has been known to openly get her groceries with mascara stains still on her cheeks. but sometimes a bitch just needs to get her emotional support cheez-its.

one of her few commonalities with her father is hockey. it was the sport that captured his interest back in the day, the first one he'd seen live after immigrating. red wings versus the bruins. that game determined their rival as a household years and years on. scout grew up on the red and white, on the shared glow of the television screen, on the play-by-plays from her father— hockey always remaining the time he spoke to her most.

scout lived in and around palo alto for most of her childhood before moving to hidehill for the first time at fourteen when her father opted a go at nashville— thinking "a change might do him good." that change lasted all of three years and then it was off to LA. showbusiness baby. scout left to ASU under the pretense of getting an education... only to drop out within her third year. she's tried her own hand at acting after that with no luck. she took a hop, step, and a jump before landing in new york. an unfortunate roommate situation had her retreating to hidehill ( by grace of that third wife ) within 6 months. despite liking hidehill, scout was a girl that couldn't sit still and so she took off again and for two years bounced between guest rooms, special friends beds, and hotel rooms before her father's guest house in LA became home. it was when she started to feel her roots begin to dig into the soil that scout packed her suitcase once more. then it was hidehill. again. a questionable choice given the latest happenings but it was the closest thing she had to home on the east coast. and scout needed some sense of belonging [ in short... PALO ALTO to HIDEHILL to LA to TEMPE to LA to NYC to HIDEHILL to TRAVELING AROUND to LA to HIDEHILL ] girly made moves.

plenty more in my head but won't write anymore. anything else please ask me <3

general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, childhood friends, friends she met in other cities, pseudo siblings, family friends, coworkers ( ex @ verdure or current at envy ), classmates, exes, fwb, one night stand, tinder match, one-sided crush, enemy, annoyance, party friends, regulars at the club, mom-type/responsible friend that tries to keep her in check, neighbor, supporters of her bad behavior, plenttyyyyy more.....

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