#( interactions: bode james. )

[ltjames]

TO: @bodexjames

LT made his way towards his brother's old room, barging in without knocking and plopping himself down onto the bed. Just like he did when they were kids, "Man -- listen, if I have to try and get through to that stubborn son of a bitch downstairs anymore, I am going to be rooming beside our mother at psyche." He declared, "In that big fancy FBI academy, tell me they taught you how to make someone do what you want without question. Because I'm about to knock his old ass out, and I'm pretty sure that's an offense on its own."

[nicolemcrtin]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @bodexjames LOCATION: Mercy Hospital – August 20

Checking in on the James’ had become a daily routine for Nicole. Whenever she could spare an extra few minutes throughout her shifts, she’d drop by to look over their fathers’ chart or check his vitals, but most importantly it was to check in on LT. Today was no different. As she stood in the doorway of his room, her attention focused down on the chart in her hands until she felt the presence of someone in front of her. She expected to look up and meet the eyes of the youngest James brother, instead, Nicole's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of Bode. "Hi," she breathed out, shock evident in her tone as a soft smile made its way onto her lips. "When did you get back?"

[gwendolynwcde]

Without a doubt, she trusted Bode’s capabilities and expected nothing less. She could only hope that with his work, it would be the breakthrough she needed. “It’s odd, but perhaps they do not want to face a life sentence of their own.” Nodding in response, Gwendolyn replied with, “I have, but he’s completely lost and confused on why this is happening. He hasn't been a direct target, instead it's the people that have been around him." Feeling her phone vibrate, she noticed the notification on her phone was from her staff advising her to head back for a meeting. Glancing back up at Bode, Gwendolyn handed her business card to him and said, "Duty calls, thanks again for the drink...Let's set up time so that I can onboard you in and you can start your own investigation." Pausing, she then pointed a finger at him and said, "But first, sort out the stuff with your family and then come to me, alright?" With that being said, she bid her goodbyes to Bode and headed back to work.

[ END. ]

"Thanks, Chief. I do appreciate your trust and I will do my best" He offered her a warm smile, thinking about her next words. Bode was officially curious. Whoever was behind the Tattler account had never really been portrayed as someone with morals or principles, so them taking such a stand from an announcement that would only drive more people to their website seemed very outside of the profile that Bode had in mind for them. "Credibility, morals, questions. I wouldn't think these were things that would matter to whoever is behind the Tattler."

Bode nodded slowly, maybe the Mayor should be one of his first visits. By the sound of this, he and the people around him were a target. Two very close victims. "Have you talked to him about this yet?"

[kquil]

PERFECT MATCH PART 2

PAIR. : poly!marauders x female slytherin reader

SUM. : despite being from Slytherin, as a fellow prankster, you give the marauders a helping hand

LENGTH : 1.2k

PART 1 | NAVI.

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

Peter had blown their cover, and now the boys were running from Slughorn, who had caught them red-handed, switching the necessary ingredients for the next potion class. They should have known that Peter wasn’t the best choice for a lookout, considering he was the first to get caught and promptly given detention with Filch. As they were running away, however, their camaraderie lingered when Peter called out to them, hoping they wouldn’t be caught. 

The remaining three marauders make a valiant effort to run away as fast as possible. Remus stays a good few metres ahead of James and Sirius, his hidden athleticism sparking in only the most dire straits. Despite the potential threat of detention, the three grin widely through the chase; Sirius has the gall to laugh at the sheer amount of fun he’s experiencing. The freedom to break the rules and run freely from the consequences – only light penalisation in his eyes – was invigorating. None of them believe they would ever willingly stop their practical jokes, even Remus, no matter how much he denies it.

Racing through the halls with their youth pumping through their veins, Remus, James and Sirius make it so that Slughorn is considerably far behind them before slowing down. Between laboured breaths, they try to sort out their next move but quickly run out of time. Slughorn was quickly approaching according to their map and they resorted to hiding in a darkened hallway they don’t normally walk down. Consumed by the rush, they had managed to make it down to the dungeons just as you stepped out of the hallway they had barely hidden in.

They weren’t very good hiders but it was amusing so you kept your lips sealed despite your mischievous nature urging you to press them with questions. Your answer came swiftly in the form of Professor Slughorn, out of breath and keeling over with sweat drenching his brows. 

So that’s what’s happening~ 

Immediately understanding the situation, you step out of the hallway to face your gasping head of house and restrain a devious giggle at the sight of the marauders’ widened eyes. They’ve seen you, see them hiding. They’re also familiar with your artfully scheming ways likened to their marauder group’s mischief; the fact that you’re a Slytherin, however, doesn’t bode well. Fuck…were you gonna out them? 

You don’t need any prompting, already directing the professor before he’s managed to catch his breath, “Oh Professor~ by the way, if you’d really like to know…” Slughorn eyes you after finally catching his breath. Through the fog of his exhausted mind, he finds himself eagerly awaiting your direction, almost having forgotten why he was in his current state in the first place, “they went that way,” you point to the right, the opposite direction of the three tricksters. James, Remus and Sirius release a collective breath of relief but remain eager to see how the interaction may unfold further. 

“Who did?” Slughorn asks, trying to navigate the smog of fatigue clogging up his brain. 

“The marauders,”

“They did?” your potions professor brightens at the revelation. You guess he’s finally rediscovered his initial intentions. But woe is me~ can he trust you so easily? 

“They did what?” you tilt your head innocently, casually continuing the conversation as if you hadn’t just thrown him for a loop with that curveball of a question. 

“Went that way?” he points right, perplexed at your sudden change. It seems Professor Slughorn was still foggy in the head from his sapped stamina and the boys had to bite their lips from bursting out laughing – you’re a menace. 

“Who did?” you ask, pulling the most innocuous expression the boys have ever seen a Slytherin muster. Have you grown more beautiful since their last interaction? They can’t help but keep staring at your sweet face and pretty, pouty lips…

“The marauders!” Slughorn insists but you continue your oblivious stance. 

“What marauder?”

“But didn’t you just say?-- Oh never mind,” Slughorn gives up the chase and turns with a dull swish of his robes. For now, he’s satisfied that he, at least, managed to get Pettigrew. As soon as Slughorn was far enough away, you turn back to the crouching marauders and give them a wink, signalling that the coast was clear. 

“My fair lady!” Sirius dramatically bows down and kisses your knuckles, “How may I ever repay your kind gesture?”

“Hmmm…” you seem to seriously contemplate his playful words for a moment, though Sirius doesn’t mind, he’s more than eager to pay you back for saving his hide. “Let’s see…” You press your hand flat against his chest and slowly move down. The sultry overtones of your gesture make Sirius’ heart pound as he, Remus and James stare wide-eyed and gaping at your soft hands fondling their close friend’s chest. Suddenly your hand becomes a blur as you pull back his robe and steal a licorice wand from his inner breast pocket. “This’ll do~” you chirp innocently and begin to nibble on your newly acquired snack. “I can always count on you to be generous, Siri,” your wink sends a dangerous heat crawling up Sirius’ neck and exploding across his pale cheeks. This has never happened to him with a girl before! He’s supposed to make you flustered! 

Turning to Remus, you make a gesture with your hand as if to say ‘pay up’. However, when the tall brunette merely stares at you in wonder with a small, amused quirk on his lips, you raise a brow, “I know you’re loaded, Lupin. Gimme the goods,” and just like that, you also have Remus turning bright pink. How can you be so nonchalant and not realise the embarrassingly sexual innuendos underpinning your words?! Remus surrenders a peppermint toad. 

James was the last one of the three you turn to as you pocket Remus’ liberal offer. “You don’t have to ask me, for anything,” James chuckles and easily provides you with a handful of Fizzing Whizzbees. With a victorious smile, like a cute little squirrel who’s happy with her hoard, you pocket James’ addition and lean forward to brush a kiss along his sharp jaw. 

“I knew I could count on you, Potter,” 

James was floored. Sirius had to lean against the wall and Remus was limp against the large window sill. All three stare with a mix of surging admiration and boyish wonder as you walk away with a skip in your step. You’re so happy, you even begin to hum a soft little tune to yourself. 

“...wait… how come only James gets a kiss?” Remus asks, bringing Sirius back from his dazed state. James merely smirks in triumph – he’ll remember the softness of your pretty lips against his skin forever~

“Dearest!” Sirius calls, already jogging after you. “I think you’ve forgotten something!” 

“Yeah,” Remus adds with a cheeky grin, leisurely making his way over with James at his side, drawling in his Welsh accent, “gives us a cusan,” 

“What’s that?” you’ve stopped, curious as to what he may mean. From his tall height, Remus leans forward, bending at his hips and whispers in your ear. 

“That’s a kiss, sweetheart,” he steals one anyway at the base of your ear, where your neck and jaw meet. The high sensitivity of the area makes you squeal in surprise, only to be kissed by Sirius too, who aims innocently for your cheek. 

NAVI.

A/N : because of @urmomw4ntsme 's recent ask of wanting to see a Slytherin reader, it got me thinking about this request that i wrote last year for my 1k milestone. I couldn’t sleep until i finished writing this so it may not have the best grammar so please excuse me for that. this was also inspired by this interaction between Alice and the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

Random Thoights on Fire Country 3.05:

I enjoy Jared’s Camden, but he almost feels like he’s from a different show at times. He comes in so light. Almost everyone else is so over-dramatic.

Gabriela is annoying me. She seems to love blaming other people for her actions.

Bode seems almost bewildered to have someone actually telling him to lean into his instincts for a change.

Bode and Gabriela actually don’t seem good for each other, at the moment at least. I kind of hope they break up.

I really enjoyed Camden’s flip-flops and salt & pepper flight.

I have a feeling if Jared does a spinoff of as Camden, James may end up wherever he does (she has a country feel … Texas?)

The plane crash victims are varying degrees of dipshits.

I really enjoyed the last interaction with Eve and Her brother. Jeff Pierre is a really natural actor. I think we will see him again.

Sharon must have something wrong with her besides stress.

Jake didn’t piss me off today. He’s just worried about his friend.

Camden easily has enough backstory built up to write a spin-off around him.

I liked the episode better than most.

I need to rewatch to see what the texts between Bode and Gabriela said to know what I think of hiw he was watching James sing at the bar.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Loosely based on the Charles Dickens’ classic novel, “Great Expectations” is a sensual tale of a young man’s unforgettable passage into manhood, and the three individuals who will undeniably change his life forever. Through the surprising interactions of these vivid characters, “Great Expectations” takes a unique and contemporary look at life’s great coincidences. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Finnegan Bell: Ethan Hawke Estella: Gwyneth Paltrow Walter Plane: Hank Azaria Joe: Chris Cooper Ms. Dinsmoor: Anne Bancroft Prisoner / Lustig: Robert De Niro Jerry Ragno: Josh Mostel Maggie: Kim Dickens Erica Thall: Nell Campbell Owen: Gabriel Mann Finnegan at Age 10: Jeremy James Kissner Estella at Age 10: Raquel Beaudene Carter Macleish: Stephen Spinella Ruth Shepard: Marla Sucharetza Lois Pope: Isabelle Anderson Man on Phone: Peter Jacobson Marcy: Drena De Niro Anton Le Farge: Lance Reddick Mr. Barrow: Craig Braun Mrs. Barrow: Kim Snyder Security Guard: Nicholas Wolfert Ted Rabinowitz: Gerry Bamman Senator Elwood: Dorin Seymour Hitman #1: Clem Caserta Hitman #2: Frank Pietrangolare Hitman #3: Dennis Paladino Hitman #4: Clem Caserta Jr. Cop on Boat: Marc Macaulay Clemma: Ana Susana Gerardino Waiter: Francis Dumaurier Lover: Pedro Barquin 7 Year Old Girl: Kendall Williamson Singing Indian Woman: Shobha Jain Singing Indian Girl: Aditi Jain Anchor Woman: Margo Peace Waitress: Kimmy Suzuki Doorman: John P. Casey Taxi Driver: Adusah Boakye Gallery Waitress: Dyan Kane Gallery Receptionist: Anne Ok Gallery Guest: Alva Chinn Gallery Guest: G.B. Thomas Gallery Guest: Albert Zihenni Gallery Guest: Fritz Michel Gallery Guest: Lisa Herth Gallery Guest: Nino Pepicelli Gallery Guest: Wills Robbins Gallery Guest: Jewel Turner Gallery Guest: Jim Taylor McNickle Gallery Guest: Martin Alvin Gallery Guest: William Rothlein Gallery Guest (uncredited): Maria Capp Gallery Guest (uncredited): Stephen Sherman Cop #2 (uncredited): Paul Neglio DJ (voice) (uncredited): Gary Newton Richard (uncredited): Dale Resteghini Film Crew: Director: Alfonso Cuarón Novel: Charles Dickens Original Music Composer: Patrick Doyle Screenplay: Mitch Glazer Editor: Steven Weisberg Director of Photography: Emmanuel Lubezki Production Design: Tony Burrough Art Direction: John Kasarda Set Decoration: Susan Bode Tyson Costume Design: Judianna Makovsky Sound Designer: Richard Beggs Executive Producer: Deborah Lee Producer: Art Linson Co-Producer: John Linson Casting: Jill Greenberg Sands Makeup Artist: Vivian Baker Key Makeup Artist: Angel De Angelis Makeup & Hair: Ilona Herman Makeup Artist: Manlio Rocchetti Hairstylist: Anthony Veader Key Makeup Artist: Cecilia Verardi Makeup Artist: Linda Kamp Makeup Artist: Sara Seidman Vance Movie Reviews:

[nicolemcrtin]

With the tease of changing his personality, a soft, breathy laugh slipped past her lips. In all honesty, there wasn't a single thing Nicole would change about Bode. Except perhaps to have him move closer to her again. One hand raised to retrieve the wine glass when it was offered her way, whispering a thank you as she smiled at her. "Well we can't leave you starving.." The look in her eyes teetered partly with concern but mostly with familiarity, for she knew all too well about his habit to forget to eat. His mind had a way of overworking itself. "Should we order from that Chinese place in Midtown? You always loved that place." She had picked up her phone to open the application to order something, however, all her movements had paused as he began explaining everything on his mind.

After a beats hesitation, Nicole let out a breath, took a sip of her wine and nodded her head briefly. "Okay, let's take this one at a time. The cases in town, I'm not much help for, but I think you have a lot of resources at your hand that you can use. Can I suggest that you may need a break, though? A step back to see everything objectively again? Now, your other case. What type of consultant do you need? Maybe I know someone. And yes, you do have to visit your mother. I can't help much with that either except for moral support. But, you and LT can at least go together. She'd like that. And we could get chocolate cake from Rizzo's after? It always makes me feel better. How long has it been since you've last been to see her?"

"Guess now that you said that I'll have to change my entire personality." Bode teased, rolling his eyes at himself. It was so easy to fall back into something with Nicole. It had nothing to do with Bode's situation and everything to do with who she was in his world and life. He'd never really stopped thinking about her which would explain why and how they'd ended up together not once but twice in their lifetime. Be it as his friend or as his partner, Bode would always think of her as a huge part of his life. Probably one of the few people that new him inside out. He poured the wine into two glasses and turned around to hand her one of them. "I honestly can't remember the last time that I ate. If you're hungry we could order something." Bode offered as he moved to sit next to her, only adding to that sense of familiarity he had when he was at her place. His eyes fell on her before he took a sip of wine, trying to find the right words. "Well, you said it yourself, some things have changed since...I was here." He replied and then sighed, nodding his head. "There's been 0 changes regarding the biggest case in town, it's frustrating because I feel like I have seen this type of behavior before and I can't put my finger on it. I have this other case that I need a consultant for, I've been doing research, it's a pretty rough one so I've almost hit a dead end. And then obviously, it's the holidays, so I know I have to visit my mother soon. I don't know why time only makes it harder to see her but it feels like that. And now that I've unloaded my existential crisis on you, you should know dinner is definitely on me."

[tr4umaborn]

TR4UMABORN -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- indie. private. mutually exclusive multimuse

** MUSES -- primary: thomas james hammond. political animals. thomas doherty. prev: @tjhmnd. wyll ravengard. baldur's gate 3. jacob anderson. gale dekarios. baldur's gate 3. live action fc tbd. nadia godfrey. hemlock grove. milly alock. caius. the twilight saga. sam reid. natalie scatorccio. yellowjackets. sophie thatcher. prev: @natal7e felix catton. saltburn. jacob elordi. mike warren. graceland. aaron tveit. -- by request: ianto jones. torchwood. jonathan bailey. louis de pointe du lac. the vampire chronicles (mixed canon). jacob anderson. bucky barnes. marvel. jonathan bailey. bode akuna. jedi: survivor. no live action fc. abigail hobbs. hannibal. kacey rohl. eliot waugh. the magicians. hale appleman.

written by bee. tumblr elder. 21+ to follow and interact. heavily triggering themes likely present. all muses are canon divergent. mostly written in 1st person and therefore in the frame of mind of the muse. please see posts linked in name for each character on important details. carrd u/c. rules under the cut. promo. ask. memes.

affiliated with: @t1meaway. @maramcna.

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.

THREE . I do practice mains and exclusives, because sometimes you just click with people and that's ok! I will follow duplicates of MY muse, but unless it's a friend, I generally won't follow duplicates of exclusive muses.

FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.

FOUR CONT. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SIX . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . psd is a combo of two by supersources. all graphics made by me unless otherwise stated.

[seattlesgracehq]

Welcome to Seattle, Elena Sloan!! Please send your blog in or contact the main within 48hrs!  

** Please do not start interactions until your account is sent in and your follow is posted!! Once your follow is posted your characters’ info will be added to the main, and after that point you are free to interact!

OOC Information -

Name: Sarah

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: EST

IC Information - 

Character Name: Elena Sloan

Pronouns: She/Her

Occupation: Head of Trauma Surgery (if that’s okay)

FaceClaim: Sophia Bush

Birthday: March 4th

Bio: TW INFIDELITY,  CAR ACCIDENT, DEATH, DIVORCE

elena penelope sloan was born in new york city on march 4th to people who really weren’t ever meant to be parents. her father had an affair with her mother which ended up ruining his marriage, which didn’t bode well for either of them. her mother was cold and callous while the young girl was growing up and was never really much of a mother figure. her father really wanted nothing to do with having another child, but tried what was his best at being a father. living with her parents got worse as she got older and she moved out as soon as she could. when she was a teenager, elena knew that she really wasn’t wanted at home so she spent most nights at her girlfriend’s kate’s house. 

senior year of high school elena and her girlfriend kate got hit by a drunk driver. elena ended up with a broken leg and arm, but kate wasn’t so lucky. by the time the firefighters and paramedics had gotten her out of the car and to the hospital they found a bleed in her brain. they rushed her into surgery, but in the end the bleed was too much and she ended up stroking out on the table. between the car accident, losing the one person who cared about her elena had a hard time finishing her senior year. she had nightmares reliving the crash, extreme anxiety while trying to get in the car and drive to school or anywhere. she started seeing a therapist who helped her get through everyday and learn that what she was feeling was normal. 

moving out of new york was one of the hardest things elena did since it was the last reminder she had of kate, but she couldn’t stay close to her parents. she packed her bags and moved to boston. college came and went without any difficulties except dealing with trying to keep her head on straight and push through all the nightmares. once she graduated from boston university, elena got accepted to harvard medical school and couldn’t wait to pursue her career in medicine even further. after graduating from medical school, elena accepted a residency position at new york presbyterian hospital. it was far enough away from her parents house and she was back in her home state where she loved being. during her second year of residency is when she met her future husband lucas james. things slowly blossomed between the two of them over the course of a few months and then they got engaged. 

six months later they had a small wedding with his family and a few friends. elena didn’t invite her parents because she knew they wouldn’t approve. the brunette was finally happy and everything seemed to be going smoothly. her last year of residency she was elected chief resident which was a big success for her. Her transition from chief resident to becoming an attending trauma surgeon went smoothly as she was offered a position in the trauma department for her fellowship. a few months later, elena found out she was pregnant with twins, they couldn’t have been more overjoyed.

after elena’s father passed away and she was cleaning out his atttic, elena found out she had a half brother. she was very upset that nobody had informed her of this earlier in her life and sought out where her brother lived. after meeting mark, they were both shocked about the fact they had never bumped into each other but slowly started a brother/sister relationship. a few years after elena and mark met, elena and lucas ended up getting divorced. elena ended up getting a job offer from the chief of surgery at seattle grace and it was too good to pass up, so she packed up the twins and all her things and moved to seattle years ago. now, she and the twins call seattle home and she couldn’t be happier. 

Family:

SON TWIN Sloan 19 

DAUGTHER TWIN sloan 19  

[vague-humanoid]

“Wow, you’re like a white guy,” the woman can be heard saying in the dashcam video timestamped at 10:27 p.m..

“Excuse me,” Bode asked.

“You’re like, a normal guy?” she replied as she got settled into the back of the car. “You speak English?”

Bode looked incredulous.

“Sorry,” she laughed, patting Bode on the shoulder.

“No, you can get out of the car,” Bode told her.

[halothenthehorns]

All in the Family

Chapter 129: The Department of Mysteries

Peter was not the only one who did a quick head count the moment they landed in a long, narrow aisle in the poorest of lighting and still sighed in relief to only see seven people moving about, if not counting themselves. Sirius had landed farthest away, sliding a bit into the shadows, but James moved instantly this time and caught him, pulling them all into a quick circle of relative safety and they all complied as they spied around.

It was exactly as the book had described, a great cathedral-sized room so large you couldn't see the walls or ceiling, with tiny little specks of dusty light the most pitiful of visible sources to give them exposure. The smallest of peeks around the corner showed endless rows of shelves, and they were on ninety-seven.

Their breathing sounded obnoxiously loud in the silence that followed. It should have been of some comfort no dead body had appeared this time, but it gave no one a single second of belief somebody wasn't going to come out of this dead, the most likely candidate the one amongst them. Peter had to crane his neck a bit, but finally he spotted the book resting on the shelf of objects, tiny little spun glass orbs each with a plaque underneath them. He frowned and turned slightly, now dead center in the group as everyone else kept looking around while he read:

S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.

Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

He opened, then closed his mouth. He really should point that out to James, but he was hoping to get out of here instead, and yet, what were the odds the book wasn't going to do the same?

Regulus finally turned away from the endless shadows around them to see the same. The two frowned uneasily at each other, but Regulus quietly summoned the book to him instead of saying anything too. The chapter title was inevitable, The Department of Mysteries.

James, Sirius, and Remus all flinched heavily as Regulus began, moving closer to each other but still not daring to leave the sanctity of this tiny little space that wasn't currently trying to kill them. You-Know-Who was not lurking around the corner waiting to kill them all, he was just as human as anyone no matter how much the maniac tried to pretend otherwise, he was not above such trivial descriptions.

It was still hard to keep that thought in mind as Harry just kept feeling the pain of his scar. The journey seemed to take ages, by the time the teenagers on their way here arrived the others were at least trying to force themselves to relax enough they weren't standing on the balls of their feet, ready to run or throw a curse at a moment's notice. Instead they were all starting to take a look around now at the details of this place, even if still nobody dared speak a word except Regulus trying to get them out of here.

Except Sirius. Despite James having one death grip on his arm and the other holding his wand quickly snatched back from Moony, he was still just a foot apart from everyone else as close together as they could, that cold expression still held in place, his resemblance to Regulus was more heightened than ever. He still had his wand at the ready, he tracked James carefully as he watched the book when Harry made it down to that long corridor without a single obstacle and his face was just as worried for his godson to be here as they were, but there was still something remote to it all, like a delayed reaction behind whatever he was really thinking.

Sirius was the most impulsive, brash person Peter was convinced he'd ever meet. The first time they'd ever passed each other in the corridor was leaving Potions and he'd been pushed out of the way onto the stairs, the arsehole snickering as he chased after James without looking back. Yet Peter had hovered, and hoped, and watched the two in fascination for how easily they knew the place in their very first week. It had taken him less than a month to discover people so easily overlooked him and the ready penchant for eavesdropping quickly developed.

They'd noticed him though. James had caught him at it, smiling and offering if he wanted to help them out with something while Sirius had rolled his eyes and huffed impatiently, muttering about they didn't need a little sneak around to pull this prank off. Peter had excelled though, giving extravagant and detailed information of who would be where when this took place so much so they'd never tried pulling a stunt without him keeping an eye out again.

Padfoot had still taken a bit to warm up to him, but eventually he'd stopped side-eying him in annoyance and instead started up the teasing. Little things that slowly got more elaborate as time went on. Joking threats he used just as readily on Snivellus as him, smacking him upside the head or even sending a curse if he thought Peter was particularly in the way that day. Peter never protested any of it, the feeling of inclusion and even having this attention from the most popular kids in school was all he could have asked for in his life.

It was also him though Sirius tended to ask first about Muggle things, they had a wide range of experiments back in their door from a cannibalized radio Sirius was trying to pick up Muggle tunes on to even a landline he was trying to get to work. It's not that he didn't have the option of asking Remus either, but the whole thing had started when Sirius asked him for something he couldn't find in his Muggle Studies book and it had all spiraled from there, but it was pretty much the only thing the two ever had fun doing that didn't involve the others.

It was Sirius who held down a student and force-fed him armadillo bile when someone else shoved him down a flight of stairs once. It was always Sirius first who had a retaliatory remark, spell or otherwise if he perceived the slightest threat to any of them. His inherently cruel nature only rarely tempered off by James's influence as he jumped in to help, but escalation of whatever Sirius had been tempted to do somehow always had them laughing rather than anybody really needing a trip to the hospital wing by the end.

Whatever indifference Sirius was trying so desperately to keep up for Harry searching room upon room for him, Peter had a bad feeling for who it was going to break on when Harry did find him. He rubbed ruefully at his nose and watched Regulus, for the first time considering not just being Sirius's outlet if he retaliated.

Harry and even his friends getting delayed in each room for one reason or another was starting to make them all twitchy and sick with stress, Peter started biting at his nails as the endless possibilities for why he hadn't come across anyone. He was half tempted to offer to change forms and have a poke around, maybe they were missing something by refusing to move away. Surely the greatest danger was You-Know-Who, and he couldn't be here.

Sirius finally moved, and as he spoke for the first time his voice cracked with worry as he watched James, "stay away from that."

James had finally noticed the little plaque with his son's name on it just as Harry reached this aisle and was inevitably fixing to do the same. James still had a grip on Sirius, but didn't even seem to hear him as he took a curious step forward, a look on his face Peter really didn't like. James only waited long enough to hear that Harry picked it up just fine before reaching to do the same.

"It's not worth it Prongs!" Sirius said instantly, switching it now so that he was holding onto him, he had hold of his dominant hand and wand, but couldn't reach the other, there were just too many people in the way and he'd swear the shelves were already trembling from their proximity.

"You can't tell me this is a coincidence? This thing's obviously important! I'm related to Harry! Surely that should count-"

"Don't!" Evans pleaded with him, reaching out on impulse and catching his other wrist, and on pure instinct he looked to meet her eyes, and she stared back without a single waver. "Listen to yourself Potter! This hasn't happened yet, and bloody hell knows what'll happen to you if you do this now when we still have a chance to stop it."

"This could be our only chance!" James insisted, trying to fight her off weakly without actually touching her, that would be too distracting right now. "We could stop all of this now if we just get this stupid thing Voldemort wants so bad!" Nobody flinched at the sound of the name. "This is our chance to fix it all!"

"What if you die right now," Sirius pleaded with him desperately. Evans still hadn't let go of his wrist, Sirius still had a firm hold on his arm, but James hadn't so much as looked away. "That Bode man ended up with Alice and Frank because he was forced to try and grab this!" Their jokes and laughter all from before as they'd interacted with the various, seemingly empty environments felt more like a haunted nightmare. Peter still had a chunk missing from his ear, Sirius himself still had the scars from his fight with Moony, James's fingers were still injured from back when all this began. If James touched that, who knew if the effects would be reversed. "If you end up like that James, Harry'll never even be born, this'll all be for nothing!"

James still looked desperately at it, that tiny little pinprick of light the only thing he could see.

Peter couldn't just listen this time though, if they couldn't talk him down then Peter was prepared to stun him to keep him from doing it, but then the shelves began to shake.

Regulus blanched and whipped back to reading faster than ever as the shelves around them began heaving and moving dangerously, a few tiny glass balls even began raining down around them, one coming so dangerously close to hitting Peter he felt the graze of it like a slap on the cheek as it crashed at his feet instead. The puff of smoke tried to solidify into an old bearded man saying something, but his voice was lost under Regulus's.

James was still trying to push the others off, his damnable need for action that had led all of them through their years in school pushing him to still try one last desperate attempt to reach for the little ball still in place as Regulus finished with the perilous sentence Harry's group finally had company.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & James

Ava: [Picture of this invite]

Ava: That was unexpected?

James: Yes, it is rather

Ava: Did you give her my address?

Ava: Not intending to sound accusatory there, it would be relatively easy for her to find

James: she definitely didn’t get it from me, that would have given us both some warning that she was planning to invite you, which was clearly not her intent

Ava: I didn’t think you would just give it and then no warning, so yeah

Ava: Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice that she thought of me though

James: I’m not sure it is nice, but perhaps I’m being paranoid

Ava: It did come as a surprise mostly due to how well our interactions went at Mattie’s party

Ava: She’s your sister, you’d know better than I would either way

James: unfortunately I do, but the RSVP is your decision either way

Ava: Well I don’t want to make things awkward for you by doing what I’m not meant to

Ava: Do you think she expects me to turn up?

James: she’s counting on you feeling obligated to, if only for my sake

Ava: Is there something you’d rather I do?

Ava: Or shall I just think about it, from what I would want to do without factoring in you or her and the rest of your family?

James: in all honesty, I’m equally as tempted to suggest you suffer through it so she has nothing to complain about as I am to trust my judgement that there’s no feasible benefit for you in attending

Ava: Hmm

Ava: I don’t mind going

Ava: There’s no logic in spoiling her own baby shower for my benefit

Ava: I can handle being the odd one out or however awkward it may be if it means not having something to hold against you at a later date

James: I suppose if our suspicions are proved in any way correct you can just leave & you’d have definite allies in awkwardness & feeling left out in both Allegra & Cressida, I have a feeling they won’t handle their invites half as well given neither has any choice but to be there

Ava: I can’t imagine suddenly having a step mum who was only a decade ish older than me

Ava: That must be an adjustment

James: they have my sympathies, Diana won’t have eased the transition as much as she could have

Ava: I’m sure it was strange for her too, at first

Ava: but it’s not as if it’s been a total whirlwind

Ava: I better start looking for appropriate blue attire

Ava: and a gift that’ll pass muster

James: she’s the adult allegedly, who stepped into this new role in their lives willingly, they haven’t had any say in the matter, the least she could do is behave according to said role instead of expecting them to adore & respect her immediately with no effort on her part

James: it’s the beginning of a rant I’m aware it’s too late to have, even if she were a receptive listener

James: but if you would like a shopping partner, I’ll check my calendar under no duress whatsoever

Ava: I agree, and would be happy to listen if it’s a rant you ever want to have in full

Ava: despite me not being the desired/required audience really

Ava: I mean, we’ve all seen the set-up before

Ava: They’ll either drive her mad first or he’ll get a new new model, that’s the cynical approach we’ve been taught to adopt, anyway

Ava: Thanks 🙃 I’ll let you know if anything in my wardrobe is working

James: it’s an approach her husband has been happy to follow through with

James: I’d be much happier, however, to discuss the set-up of the photoshoot that’ll be necessary as you investigate the suitability of your wardrobe as well as my desire to be the intended audience

Ava: I’d be happiest if you could be photographer but I’ll do my best to fulfil that desire solo

Ava: Serious question, are the guests going to be like, mostly your sister’s age, or her husband’s age

Ava: Because that changes everything

James: maybe I could be

James: hers, without question, there are no women her husband’s age allowed in either of their circles, they cease to be socially relevant after 35, my mother aside

Ava: Really? 😗

Ava: Duh, I should’ve known that

Ava: as long as I keep the faux pas between us it’ll be fine

James: I wouldn’t call it a faux pas that your mind doesn’t work in the same manner as theirs

Ava: Maybe the attempt is to show me how out of my depth I am?

James: I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess at what she is trying to attempt here, because as you’ve already said, her baby shower hardly seems the appropriate place to do so & yet

Ava: Sorry, I’m not going to say I’ll go, then worry about it the whole time

Ava: Whatever her potential intentions, I’ve decided mine

Ava: and I’m more interested in potentially seeing you today?

James: as you quite rightly should be

James: [tell her when you are and aren’t free today sir]

Ava: Okay, so I’ll save all my best outfits for [a time] then

James: if you’ve decided your intentions with regards to me & then

Ava: Mini Stepford wife isn’t very sexy

Ava: safe to say my intentions for then are

Ava: and if you don’t know my intentions with you by now, I probably need to pick up a pen or typewriter too

James: I need to pick you up as soon as possible is what I know

Ava: Please do

Ava: I need your discerning eye to help me, obviously

James: of course

Ava: I love you

James: I love you too, so much

James: the second everything with the house is finalised & I don’t have to be in constant contact with the owners I intend to take you somewhere far away from my entire family, I promise

Ava: Where do you want to go?

Ava: If we could go anywhere

James: as long as there are several feet of snow, I’ll be inspired & content

Ava: You are the cutest

Ava: but you picked the right time of year for it

Ava: now I’m not looking for listings I can look at Cabins and Ski Lodges 😍

James: blushing being your thing isn’t the only reason I’d prefer the possibility of shivering but it’s a very important factor nonetheless

Ava: Your cheeks will have the chance to get rosy in plenty of other ways and I won’t be mad at all

Ava: I haven’t been skiing in a long while

James: me either, on both counts

Ava: Not to mention so many of the trips people planned never involved much skiing anyway 🙄

Ava: It’ll be more fun with you

James: I recognise that experience & that I’ll have a much better one with you

Ava: Right answer 😋

James: any other answer would be a lie & not even one which spares your feelings

Ava: I trust you

Ava: [a hilariously inappropriate outfit choice]

Ava: You trust me too, yeah?

James: I’m pleased to hear it, because despite the pen being mightier, I’m not sure it would suffice if you don’t trust me by now

James: your sense of humour does have me wishing I was currently sat at a typewriter though

Ava: There’s no more you need to say, or write, you’ve shown why I can over and over

Ava: We can take one and make it a real retreat

James: right answer

Ava: [Wanna skip to the day of this shitshow baby?]

James: [why not, we know that’s why we’re really here, I like to think he dropped her off even though there’s no need because a nice throwback to when they literally had to spend whatever moments they could together in cars, but obvs that’s before Chlo got there]

Ava: [That’s cute, and you can drop your presents off to this snake sister]

James: [literally your last chance to tell him you invited his ex missus but okay babe don’t bother yet again]

Ava: [seriously, you must’ve thought she weren’t showing by now, think again]

James: [fashionably late but looking a state actually]

Ava: [you’ve had months to slay this lmao, gurl]

James: [who in the hell is this new bloke and what’s his damage tbh]

Ava: [I vibe that for it to last he has to be as crazy as she is, which bodes well for their kids, hence it’ll probably be interesting for Mattie to go find them]

James: [yeah I definitely think that should be one of her storylines]

Ava: [anyway, let me do this]

Ava: Okay

Ava: I don’t want to just do this like this

Ava: but I don’t think a call will make it any better, really

Ava: plus why am I going outside or whatever, right

Ava: but Chloe just walked in

Ava: not a poor attempt at humour, or some kind of early sign of a fever, she really did

James: Oh

James: you did the right thing, I’d rather that Jay didn’t overhear even one side of that hypothetical phone call

Ava: Exactly, I know you’re all out right now, I would never want to do that

Ava: I don’t want to, at all

Ava: If telling you after, once I left, seemed like a good idea, I would have gone for that

Ava: but the fact you didn’t know to tell me, that you didn’t know, full stop

Ava: It felt unfair for me to also keep up the secrecy, not something I wanted a part in

Ava: Your sister seems… Surprised. But not, ‘it’s been half a year and you’ve shown up totally unannounced’, surprised

Ava: Your mum couldn’t contain her actual shock though, that I am sure of, from the brief look she gave Diana alone

James: I'm sorry, Ava

James: are you leaving now?

Ava: Do you need me to?

Ava: I could come find you, if you want

James: I need her to, but it’s unlikely I’ll get my own way

Ava: She’s

Ava: I can’t believe she’s done this

Ava: Doing this

James: I can believe she’d show up, but not that my own sister would invite her to do so

Ava: I don’t understand, either

Ava: I’d love to ask

Ava: among other questions for Chloe

Ava: but I won’t

James: you’d be perfectly entitled to, under the circumstances

Ava: I’m not letting her suggest I’m speaking for you

James: I know, you’re the one reliable certainty in all this

Ava: It’s clear she already came here to lie

Ava: even she couldn’t show up and admit she’s made 0 attempts to contact the girls, or even ask about them

James: my mother must be holding her tongue valiantly to avoid pointing any of those discrepancies out

Ava: She shouldn’t

Ava: and I won’t if she plans to do it within earshot

Ava: there’s not confronting her and then there’s letting her spread a false narrative unchecked and unopposed

Ava: defence isn’t attack, whatever she claims

James: my family’s love of a false narrative has been well documented within the earshot of the entire postcode, any necessary private confrontation will, of course, be left down to me, like it or not

Ava: She knows this isn’t true though

Ava: Diana bloody knows

James: yes, but she concerns herself with honesty even less than Diana does, or anyone else I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting

Ava: I’m so sorry, that she’s doing this

James: it’s not your apology, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that my sister invited you there to witness everything my ex wife is going to do

Ava: Try to do

Ava: She isn’t going to get away with it, I swear

James: you don't have to promise me anything

Ava: The truth always comes out

Ava: and you have the call and text history to prove it if anyone actually believed her

Ava: She’s just bringing entertainment, and that’s all people who have no real stake in any of this care about, and they’ll be bored and onto the next before she achieves anything

Ava: If you were even half as bad as she says, why would a decent mother leave her kids with you?

Ava: They wouldn’t and she isn’t, even her fake story has her in a bad light

Ava: Just not as bad as what she really did and what really happened to you and the girls, now and for all the years before

James: whether or not the actual truth comes out or if her particular brand of it remains what's taken as truth, you & I both know what really happened

James: my priority right now is protecting the girls from what she has already done & whatever else she is intending to do for the duration of her return, however long that will be

Ava: And they are all that matters

Ava: I can totally respect that is how it is for you

Ava: And I can see how they are the top priority, regardless of any other factors

Ava: but I do care about how this is affecting you, or could, will

Ava: you know that

James: of course I do & I care just as much about how it could or would impact you, despite knowing full well you can handle any of those effects

Ava: I’m angrier than I could ever be capable of being upset right now, there’s no room for it in my head yet

Ava: but that’s definitely a good thing because if I do start thinking about the potential hurt she could do to the girls with this, I will have to leave or

Ava: just no

Ava: She hasn’t mentioned them once

Ava: not even as a point score

James: whenever you're ready to leave, we'll all be delighted to see you

Ava: Thank you

James: it doesn't feel selfless enough to deserve thanks, particularly when I think about having to engage her in conversation once the champagne has worn off

Ava: You don’t have to come here and pick me up

Ava: and you don’t have to talk to her today

Ava: it’s not as if she has bothered to tell you she’s here

James: no, unless she’s altered her drinking habits whilst being at the villa I won’t be talking to her today, but I’ll pick you up if you want

Ava: Oh she’s certainly celebrating like it’s her baby shower

Ava: I can make my way back to the flat, it’s not too far, I’m fine, promise

James: the only way this could be worse is if that was an announcement she came back to reveal

James: I’m sure you can, nevertheless this has been a horrific surprise & I don’t like to think of you making your own way anywhere to then sit alone with every daunting ‘what if’ & ‘why’ to process when you don’t have to

Ava: Not quite

Ava: I don’t know if it’ll even be pertinent

Ava: but she has ‘subtly’ dropped plenty of loud hints about a new man

Ava: and you’re right, I’m just trying not to be another problem or worry for you to have to think about, but being stubborn about this would do just that

Ava: Whenever you’re ready to come get me, do, I’ll be ready

James: okay, if I drop enough loud hints of my own that we’re on our way to rescue you, Jay is bound to hurry up

Ava: How has your outing been, up until this point?

James: we have had a lovely time with no apparent foreshadowing, which I suppose is appropriate because when I commit this to paper in an effort to understand it, our readers will also be left feeling equally cheated to discover no written warning forthcoming, & there will be some ease in the act, at least, in not to having to think up & in turn add a satisfactory plot device where the source material had none

Ava: Her lack of interest in making the story make sense is in character, if nothing else

Ava: Frustrating and angering and

Ava: Well

Ava: Contempt for the truth at least shows she knows, on some level, that she’s in the wrong, right?

James: hopefully, yes, but as you said, there's a definite losing battle in trying to make sense of her motivations at the best of times & we're far from there at the moment

Ava: I know

Ava: It’s worrying

Ava: Her parents can’t like… make her get some help?

Ava: I know that never works but it might

James: even more worryingly, they can't make her do anything

Ava: Hmm

Ava: I can sense that

James: it wouldn't surprise me if she hasn't told them she's back either

Ava: Jesus

Ava: Whatever hotel she’s booked whilst she’s here will be on them though

James: along with her flights, cars & everything else

James: maybe I should call them in case they don't learn of her whereabouts until she posts baby shower photos

Ava: It would be decent of you, though it shouldn’t be your call to be decent on her behalf

Ava: wouldn’t blame you if you didn't

James: performing tasks or behaving a certain way on her behalf did become second nature to me

Ava: That’s only logical

Ava: When there was so much she wouldn’t do herself, that she should or needed to be done

Ava: You had to step up for two

James: but now there is no longer a need to project the false united front & it's a habit I have to break

Ava: In this case, it isn’t a bad thing you care about their feelings

Ava: bizarre that you do more than her, but still, bizarre by how little she does

Ava: Do what YOU think is right

Ava: Don’t consider her at all, in the things that is a possibility

James: you're right, I will

James: thank you

Ava: This is not ideal, we both know that

Ava: but she hasn’t mentioned any permanent plans to stay or anything like that

Ava: but whatever she does, this will be okay, we’ll work it out, you will

James: I appreciate your belief in my ability to handle this, I hope you know that as well

Ava: I do

Ava: on both counts

James: then yes, it’ll be okay

James: I promise we are on our way to collect you, just bear with me while I call her parents

Ava: Take as long as you need

Ava: Initial shock over… as much as it can be

Ava: I don’t need Chloe thinking I can’t handle her

James: [please do phone them in case they don't know and see those posts then come back]

James: you don't need to worry about what she thinks

Ava: [can you bloody imagine lmao]

Ava: Not about me, never

James: on any subject

Ava: Diana’s step daughters have behaved more maturely

James: I'd feel confident in predicting Jay also has, over the course of the day

Ava: and she only had like, three tantrums, right? 😏

James: I couldn't possibly give you the tally, lest you tell Frank & provoke an even worse reaction

Ava: 🤫🤐

Ava: He’ll never know

Ava: he’s definitely had the best day of us all 😴🥩🥎😴

James: I'm happy to hear his criteria has been met, but I'll be ecstatic if I can do the same for yours

Ava: My criteria is slightly different but I’d take 😴🥩🥎😴 at a push

James: I'd rather you decided to elaborate than compromise

Ava: I only need the one emoji

James: oh really?

Ava: Mhmm

Ava: I won’t ask you to guess

James: are you sure? It wouldn't be much of a hypothetical perfect day if you couldn't ask whatever you like of me

Ava: I don’t need hypothetical or real perfect

James: you don't have to need something for me to want to offer it to you

Ava: All I need from you, is you

James: wouldn't you like to forget about all this?

Ava: Is that possible?

James: I'll be finding out as you do

Ava: Okay

James: so where is this fool's errand taking us?

Ava: Well 🤔 what helps people forget that isn’t champagne

Ava: 🌳🎞📚🖼💚 as your day out was cut somewhat short

James: okay, I'll of course start us off with 📚

James: I suggest we let the girls pick 🌳 or 🖼 because of their awful taste in 🎞 but I'll let you make your own decision before I mention any of this to either of them

Ava: Harsh 😅

Ava: but I’ve sat through enough films that aren’t Twilight to know you’re not lying

Ava: I’ve missed you today, all of you

James: we've missed you too, especially me, even though you've ruined me for any & all films but Twilight

Ava: At least you also have the perfect soundtrack for the 💔

James: it'll work just as well for the traffic we end up stuck in

Ava: Where would we be without the traffic, help or hindrance

James: personally, I’ve recently had more positive associations with it & where I would be without those is inconceivable to me

Ava: I feel the same

James: I’ve really missed you today

Ava: I wouldn’t wish this particular event on you, especially with the unexpected bonus of Chloe

Ava: but it’s better doing things with you, the stuff we don’t want to particularly do included, even if they’re not as nice as the good things

James: I would’ve come with you, in spite of her arrival & because of, had I been allowed

James: she isn’t someone you should have to deal with on your own, not when we made the choices that contributed to her disappearance together

Ava: She’s got enough blame for the both of us, definitely

Ava: but I can’t see anyone seriously buying it…

Ava: anyway, we know how it was

James: yes we do & you’ve never doubted what I’ve said the truth was, anyone who takes her word instead is the least of my worries, because they clearly have their own

Ava: Exactly

Ava: and maybe I could take the homewrecker bit more seriously if she was making any effort to fight for any of you

Ava: not that you’re even asking her to fight to see the girls 🙄

James: precisely

James: tomorrow I’ll be the one fighting against her clear reluctance to spend time with them & then again to ensure Jay doesn’t overhear that she’s back when that plan inevitably fails

Ava: Of course

Ava: There’s no need to do that

Ava: it’s bad enough without the anxiety of waiting, not to mention the potential disappointment

Ava: If she comes, she comes

Ava: When Jay is a bit older, it might be better for Chloe to have to arrange it with her herself, but not yet

James: from experience it would be better if she refuses to come, I couldn’t get her to feign even the slightest interest when they were both living in the same house, occupying the same rooms, she’s unlikely to if she has to put herself out to meet us

James: & it was one thing to tell Jay when we move into the new house mummy isn’t living with us, it’s quite another to try & explain she doesn’t want to visit her anywhere at any time, or worse still, to have her agree to do that & behave worse than the children themselves

Ava: It’s so bloody difficult

Ava: because that is true, or does seem to be true, from all the available past experience you shared and behaviour she’s exhibited then and since

Ava: but it’s unfair to leave the onus on you to ever have to have that conversation with Jay, and Mattie, when you can

Ava: it shouldn’t be one you should ever have to have

Ava: but the reality is, it might be, parents leave, and the parent who stays has to do the lion’s share and then some, dealing with whatever the deserter has left in their wake…

Ava: we’re just programmed to be far more shocked and appalled when that parent is the mother, not the father

Ava: but it is shocking, and can in some cases be appalling, regardless of role and gender, I’ve seen it within my own family

Ava: but in others, I’ve seen it is ultimately for the best, and to have that parent around would make life worse, if they had chosen to be involved

James: you said yourself she hasn’t expressed any desire to stay & her parents weren’t prepared for the eventuality when I spoke to them, our instinct that this is a short visit is the one I trust in right now & the one I’m readying myself & the girls for

James: whether or not she engages with them tomorrow, the reality is, her parenting has only ever been performative & taking a picture of or with them in response to comments she receives under the ones from today isn’t going to trick Jay into thinking they’ve spent quality time together the way it did when she was younger, she may already have questions I’m struggling to find appropriate answers for, but I know expecting her mother to supply them would be disastrous & I can do better than that

James: what has happened so far has been for the best, I don’t know what possessed my sister to send that invitation & jeopardize things

Ava: I hope she intends to explain, as well as apologize

Ava: Whatever she was thinking, it’s safe to say it’s backfired, unless her intention was to cause potential harm to her own niece

Ava: which you have to hope was not

Ava: All you can do is all you can do

Ava: Chloe is going to do, or not do, whatever she wants, that’s apparent

Ava: Jay’s fast approaching an age where she won’t engage with that performativeness and I don’t think anyone will blame her if she decides not to

Ava: Then Chloe will have to decide if she is actually going to try or not

James: I love you for being the type of person to sincerely write out & send that message when it’s unfortunately as apparent we can’t really hold out any such hope for Diana’s character, regardless of what’s happened, she’ll be steadfast in her conviction her intentions were good & she was right

James: all I can do is expect less than nothing from either of them, at this point

Ava: If it wasn’t her baby shower, your mum might have beat me to confronting her on it

James: perhaps there’s some hope for my mother yet

Ava: Perhaps

Ava: or she was just livid to be caught out of the loop, who’s to say really

James: realistically yes, I think we can say it’s the latter

Ava: They’re not invited on our redux day out regardless so

James: speaking of, we’re finally here

Ava: Yay 🙌🙌 I’ll make my excuses and be right out

James: take as much time as you need, I know what my family & sister’s friends are like

Ava: I’d love to see them pretend they’re dying for me to stay, honestly

James: as long as you’re expecting a performance on a par with the lowest-rated children’s film in place of one from the Twilight saga

Ava: 😏 you’ll make me laugh, which might help my own performance

James: oh good, I’d love nothing more than to grant you the fastest possible exit

[mymelodyheart]

Starting Over Chapter 1 ~The Birthday Party~

James Fraser peered through his front windshield into the sunlight and wished he was back in his apartment in Edinburgh. If his older sister Jenny hadn't called earlier to drag him out of his blissful, mind-numbing slumber and reminded him of his nephew's birthday, he would have been still in bed. Instead of his usual routine of sleeping until past midday, eating junk food and washing it down with beer, playing Xbox and going back to sleep, he'd found himself putting on some fresh clothes and driving to Lallybroch. His sudden motivation had more to do with his nephew, wee Jamie. He wouldn't miss his birthday for the world, come rain or shine. Unfortunately, sunshine and children's parties seldom bode well for his mood while nursing a massive hangover.

It had been three months since he was last in Lallybroch - three months of avoiding his family and dodging questions about his future. He knew he'd hit his limit for grieving the untimely death of his career and feeling sorry for himself. It was time to face the world of adulting, and it was time for a change.  But what change? A job in the Fraser distillery?  It was his legacy and fallback plan, after all.

But he didn't need the money, and his brother-in-law, Ian Murray, was more than capable of overseeing its running. He considered going away to take an extended sabbatical and figure out what he wanted to do with life.

Not too long ago, he had been the nation's sports phenomenon until his sterling rugby career was prematurely cut short by a neck injury sustained during a Six Nations game against France. Later, it was discovered that he had a triple fracture of the vertebrae. Although he avoided any serious nerve damage and had worked with the best therapist in the country in an attempt to get back on the field, he'd been advised by his doctor and friend, Joe Abernathy to retire.

See it this way - you could have ended up in a wheelchair. Count your blessings, Jamie. You're still young, you have a fat bank account from your time in rugby and sponsorships, and the future is full of possibilities. How about going back to your roots? Like your family's distillery?

Jamie pushed himself out of his black BMW SUV with an annoyed grunt and grabbed the toy bicycle from the back seat of the car. He could hear the loud, shrill screams of children and smell burger meat grilling on the BBQ. Tugging on the collar of his T-shirt, he grimaced at the perspiration running down his back. It was a warm day, and already a headache was starting to grow. From his vantage point, he could see the flowers in the front of the manor house in full bloom and the path leading to the rear garden where the party was being held. Colourful birthday buntings were hung, and balloons decorated posts and hedges. Whether he wanted to be surrounded by people at that moment or not, coming home always hit him with a sense of nostalgia for a time when life was less complicated.

Tamping down the sudden urge to turn around and walk away, he thought of his wee nephew and kept moving. He wondered what kind of reception he would receive now that his identity had been stripped away. He'd always been a rugby player and the game ran in his veins. However, it appeared that the end of his career seemed to have cast a shadow over his every interaction. Ever since he retired, the topic of rugby had been delicately avoided anywhere he went. He thought if someone asked him about the weather or complimented on how good he looks one more time, he was going to implode.

Is this how it's going to be from now on? Pretending as though ten years of his rugby career never happened? What was the point of all the hard work then?

Jamie came to a stop when he reached the back of the house and took in the scene before him. A few adults were clustered around the makeshift buffet, and some congregated around the BBQ. There were probably around twenty children surrounding an entertainer who was dressed as a cartoon character from Paw Patrol.   Conscious of his damp shirt sticking to him, he felt sorry for whoever was in the mascot outfit on this sweltering day. Somehow it made the state of his mood, and the complexity of his life seemed insignificant compared to the person earning a living dressed as a dog. Disgusted with his wallowing and despondency, he pulled himself together and took in a huge fortifying breath and braced himself.

"Uncle Jamie! Uncle Jamie! Ye're here!"

Jamie's gaze landed on the small figure hurtling towards him, hands flapping in the air. Putting the toy bike on the ground, he crouched down and grinned, opening his arms to catch his nephew. His lousy mood and discomfort dissipated all at once. " A chuilein ," he breathed, gripping the boy's small frame and lifting him in the air. He smelled of lollies, vanilla buttercream and baby sweat.

Wee Jamie squealed with delight as he was spun around. "I knew ye'd come, uncle! Ma said ye have lots and lots to do." As soon as he was released, he eyed the shiny red bike and let out a gasp. "Is that my pressie, uncle?"

He laughed. "Aye, that it is. Want to try it?"

"Ma! Look what I got from uncle Jamie!" his namesake shouted at the top of his lungs as he excitedly got on the bike. 

Jamie watched his nephew pedal towards his mother to show off his latest acquisition. 

Jenny turned, smiled and then she was coming towards him.

"Aah, the prodigal son is back home." Her face was flushed with heat, and her expression showed relief. He had been expecting reproof or anything of that sort. But his sister seemed genuinely happy to see him.

Guilt prickled his nerves. "Jenny ...can we talk?"

"Not now lad. We have plenty of time for that later. I'm just glad ye could make it." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek and stood back to get a better look at him, a platter dangling in one hand. "I need to get more buns in the kitchen. Can ye sort out the lass in the mascot costume for me? My purse is upstairs," she explained, jerking a thumb towards the children's entertainer.

"Aye, of course, I'll do that." There was a squeeze in his chest at the prospect of facing his whole family and explaining his disappearance. He knew it had to be done, and it was only a matter of time.  

..........

What have I gotten myself into? Argh, Geillis you owe me big time! 

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp rolled on her back in the grass, gasping for air as half a dozen five-year-olds piled on top of her. The impact of hyper and sugar-high children nearly dislodged her mask. She wished she was dressed as a clown or some other cartoon character instead, and one that didn't require her to put on such a weighty headgear. Alas, the birthday boy was a Paw Patrol fan.

Under different circumstances, she would have enjoyed the company of children, but she felt like dying from heat and exhaustion. Sweat trickled down the nape of her neck, and the fusty smell of her mascot headgear was making her nauseous. Without looking at the mirror, she knew her hair was an untamed mass of frizz thanks to the humidity.

Surprisingly, she hadn't collapsed from fatigue after her back to back shift at the hospital. She had been up all night when she was called into trauma surgery during an emergency. Despite having very little sleep and her body crying out for a much-needed rest, she couldn't back out on her promise to help her best friend, Geillis. 

Geillis had just started her own business in children's party entertainment. The venture was still at its early stages, and because she was double-booked that day and didn't have enough money yet to hire extra staff, she had pleaded to help her do the Paw Patrol gig in Lallybroch. 

How could she say no? Claire was already guilt-ridden for the many times she had cancelled on their night outs. These days her life revolved around her job at the hospital, planning her wedding and Frank. It was the least she could do for her neglected friend and social life.

"Who's hungry?" a voice shouted from the designated BBQ area. "Burgers, hotdogs and chips are ready!"

Instantly she was relieved from the weight of tiny bodies holding her down. Sitting up, she adjusted her mask as the children abandoned her for food.

"Um, Geillis?" She looked up. It was Jenny Fraser, the mother of the birthday boy. Claire hadn't bothered correcting her and elaborating that she was a stand-in for her friend. After all, this was just one-off and favour for Geillis.

"Yes?"

"Listen, the other children's entertainer is here already, and the bairns are eating. I believe yer two hours are up. D'ye mind collecting yer fees from my brother? He's just arrived and..." Jenny shrugged, looking down at the empty platter she was holding. "...as ye can see my hands are full at the moment."

She stood up, and through the eyeholes of the dog mask, she glanced at the newcomer. 

Aah, bloody hell, it's James Fraser. The Highland's homegrown hero is back.  She wondered how she failed to make the connection. She was in Lallybroch, the childhood home of Scotland's rugby best and finest centre.

"Ah, of course, I don't mind."

Jenny gave her a grateful look and smiled. "And thank ye. I ken it's nae job for the faint-hearted keeping the wee bairns entertained especially on a hot day like this. Ye must be shattered. Not to worry, though, I promise to give a good review online for yer new business."

She bobbed her big doggie head and watched Jenny turn and approach her brother before disappearing into the house. 

After all these years, the sight of James Fraser could still make her heart kick into a gallop and the moisture in her mouth dry right up. What is it about this man that turned her into a lovesick teenager just by looking at him?

Easy now, Beauchamp. You're as good as married. Remember Frank?  The weight of the three-carat diamond engagement ring on her finger served as a reminder.  Think Frank! Frank! Frank! Frank!   But her head refused to obey, and she continued to stare.

The first and only time she exchanged words with James Fraser, he was half-naked in the men's locker room being treated for a hamstring injury during a game. Her friend, Joe Abernathy, was a Tournament Medical Manager for the team, and through him, she had been there to assist for her own selfish reason - to see a live rugby match, up-close. It hadn't been difficult for Joe to get her in since she was an intern from the Royal Infirmary Hospital, and was more than qualified to assist. 

She remembered only too well when she came face to face with the famous rugby player. He had been cocky as sin when she was caught staring awestruck instead of preparing the ice pack for his thigh. How could she not stare? Given his considerable height and athletic frame, he was one fine specimen of a man, gorgeous and bursting with character. 

"Like what ye see, love?" he asked in amusement, flexing his pecs to tease her.

Mortified at being called out, she felt the heat creep up her neck. Not one to be intimidated by the display of cheek, she swallowed her embarrassment and tilted her chin at him. "To be honest, I've seen better. Robbie Henshaw is more my type," she retorted, referring to another rugby player.

A ruddy eyebrow shot up. "A sassenach that fancies an Irish charm! Weel, that's funny. I had a feeling ye like looking at my arse."

Ooh, the arrogance!  "Sorry to give you the wrong impression Mr Fraser but, I thought I was looking at your face." Joe's snort and Jamie's frown sent her backing away to get the ice before he could respond. But by the time she returned, he was already surrounded by his manager and other paramedical crew, her presence and their exchange soon to be forgotten. It didn't come as a surprise since, in the grand scheme of things, she was just one of a myriad of faces he came across daily.

Later on, Joe teased her regarding the chaffing rejoinder she had launched at Jamie. "You should have seen his face after that comeback you did back there?"

"Sorry?"

"Come on, LJ ...stop pretending you don't know what I'm talking about. I saw sparks flying." LJ stood for Lady Jane, a nickname Joe had given her during her first year of internship at the Royal Infirmary Hospital. It all began when their mutual friends made fun of her voice, and posh English accent, jokingly pointing out that she sounded like she just had tea with the queen. The moniker remained ever since.

"Sparks? You must have mistaken it for my short fuse firing off."

Joe boomed with laughter as he walked away. "You definitely like the man ...no use denying it. Your mouth may be saying one thing, but your face tells another story."

"I most certainly do not!" 

"Oh, and LJ?" Joe paused and turned around, ignoring her vehement denial.

"Yeah?"

"Don't believe everything you read in the newspaper about Jamie. Most are just tabloid nonsense."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Yes, it's true she had a crush on James Fraser and had religiously followed his career. But her infatuation was just that and nothing more, even though she was often teased by her colleagues in her early years of internship. She was realistic enough to admit he was way out of her league, especially when he had been photographed and linked to high profile women in the past and fawned over by over-eager fans. After the locker room incident, she crossed path with James Fraser a couple more times, and there was never any hint of recognition on his part. She simply put it down to her baseball cap concealing most of her face and her refusal to engage, in case the embarrassing episode of her ogling at him was brought up.

Over a year and a half ago, she'd watched him score try after try for the national team during the World Cup, along with everyone in the local pub she frequented. There had never been a doubt he was destined to become one of the all-time greats in the rugby world. But no one had seen the injury coming, especially Jamie. Claire could still remember the heartbreak in his eyes when he announced his retirement on live TV at the age of twenty-eight, despite the light-hearted joke about having more time to practice his golf swings. And just like that, he disappeared from the media circuit. 

After a while, rumours started to spread that he had gone off on a self-destructive bender. Joe Abernathy had confirmed the stories were true and he had tried to reach out to him, and so had the local community and his own family. Instead of being coaxed out into the light, James Fraser hid in his apartment, refusing to answer calls and emails. She thought what a waste if he ended up as a drunken slob as she'd never known him to be anything but a fiercely confident man even to a fault. Although she was a nobody to James Fraser, she had urged Joe multiple times to keep trying to reach out. Unfortunately, he didn't want the help and soon, even his staunchest fans began to lose interest. Except, maybe her.

Making her way towards him, she watched with interest as James Fraser smiled at his nephew whizzing about on his new toy bike. Russet coloured hair curled unruly over his brow and brushed the nape of his neck. He looked rather pale, and it was the first time she'd seen him with a beard. The uneven state of it told her the facial hair was a product of self-neglect rather than a style change. Her gaze dipped lower. With his feet braced apart, arms folded across his chest and at least his six-four height, he towered with an impressive bearing. Clad in faded black jeans that hung low on his hips and a white t-shirt that stretched over his muscular build, he looked like a modern Highland warrior.

"Hi there." 

Claire's thought bubble burst, and she quickly reeled in her dwindling focus and pulled it higher until she met his eyes. A pair of pale ice blue with piercing intensity momentarily froze her in place.  Right! What was it again I'm supposed to do? Oh yeah, collect the money, and get the hell out of here. Piece of cake.  "Hi." 

He gave her a forced smile as he fumbled at the back of his jean's pocket. "Ye've come to collect yer money. How much does my sister owe ye?" 

"That'll be seventy quid, please. And um, good to see you out and about, Mr Fraser."

He stopped and squinted at her as if attempting to see through her doggie disguise. "Ah, a sassenach!"

"Yes, I've been reminded often enough."

There was a moment of silence.

Puffing his cheeks, he dragged a hand through his hair and rapidly let out a lungful of air. "Christ, I didn't mean it that way. And please call me Jamie. Everyone else does. And nae need to be so formal!"

She nodded her big head. "Alright ...Jamie, it is then. And don't worry. I didn't take offence. I know you didn't mean anything by it."

He was about to pull a note out of his wallet, but he stopped. As if he was in search of the right words to say. "Ye have a beautiful voice. What's the word ...aye, husky. Kinda like a bedroom voice."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she searched his face. It seemed he was genuinely just attempting small talk. "Thank you."

"Would ye like a drink before ye go? It's a hot day. Ye must be parched."

"Ah, no, I'm quite alright. But thanks."

"Ye have a name?" He drew out a hundred-pound note from his wallet, pinching it between his fingers.

"Call me Chase. I'm one of the Paw Patrols." When he laughed out loud, she was grateful for the mask that hid her unexpected smile. 

"Weel, Chase I think ye sound bonnie." He took a careful step forward to peek through the eyehole. "Ye bonnie under there, Chase?"

Oh no, you don't!  She took two steps back.  This is getting bloody ridiculous.  In as much as Claire was enjoying the harmless blather with the handsome Scot, she knew she was running out of time. She had a couple of hours of nap to take, shower, and meet Frank for a dinner date. For the most part, he was affecting her in ways that no other man had made her feel. Including Frank. "I really need to go," she said hoarsely.

"Right. Just one request before ye go. I'll give ye this ..." He waved the hundred-pound note in front of her. "...and ye can keep the change if ye let me see yer face."

Claire felt a stab of exasperation.  Why does it matter what I look like?  She was exhausted, hot and bothered and all she wanted right there and then was to get out of the stuffy costume. "Why do you need to see my face?"

Suddenly he looked uncomfortable. "What I meant ..."

She didn't let him finish. "What if you don't like what you see? Do I have to give the change back? Don't you have enough girls fawning over you?"

His shame morphed into annoyance and then into smug. "Careful, Sassenach, ye're starting to sound a little jealous to me."

Ooh, he's back to his usual cocky self.  "Wot? Me? Jealous?" she fumed almost sputtering. 

"Aye, jealous." He looked like he enjoyed making her feel uncomfortable as a corner of his mouth lifted into a half-smile.

A cloud above her head darkened, lightning threatening to shoot at all sides. She knew it was the heat and exhaustion that was making her cranky and tried to take calming breaths. "You're presumptuous and rude."

"And ye're annoyed because I can see that the idea of girls fawning me irks ye."

That's it, I've had enough of this palaver.

Claire rolled her lips inward to plump them, then reached up and removed her mask. Gratification coursed through her when his jaw went slack, and his blue eyes turned a deeper shade.  That's right matey, I am not at all that bad!  As she took a step forward, he straightened his posture, a groan escaping from his throat. He saw the intention in her eyes and knew what was coming.

"Jealous, you say?" she hissed. Remembering the embarrassment Jamie had caused her during their initial meeting, she shoved him against the wall of the house, not caring if anyone was watching the spectacle she was creating. Surging up on her toes, she brought her face up close to his, their noses almost touching. "That's right, darling, I would rock your world."

Ah, what the heck ...I'm getting married soon, I might as well.  Not giving Jamie a chance to get a word in edgeways, she leaned even closer and merged their mouths together. To her astonishment, his lips parted, and the kiss hit the ground running in no time. One strong hand gripped her chin and pulled it down further, allowing him to slant his head and deepen the kiss more.  Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!  Shock exploded into her brain, and she swayed a little under the onslaught of heat. Jamie pushed his tongue deeper, making a low moaning sound, and she echoed it in kind. Then she felt his hand slide behind her neck as if he couldn't allow her to get away, and that's when she knew she was losing control.  What the hell are you doing Beauchamp? Remember Frank?

Claire pulled away and took a deep breath. With his mouth damp and parted, he too was trying to draw in as much air as he could, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. "Ye look familiar. Who the hell are ye?"

Swallowing the odd lump in her throat, she plucked the hundred-pound note out of his fingers. "I'm gone. I'll have a receipt sent over." She took a few steps, stopped and then turned around to look at him. "Oh, by the way, I sincerely hope you're done feeling bad about your rugby career. Circumstances mess everyone up once in a while. And I guess it's fair to say, you've been messed up really bad. But, please, don't lie down and play the victim. I know you're better than this. Look at this way, you've achieved more than anyone could in a lifetime. You did it, Jamie. You've already achieved what you set to do. And I wish you all the luck in the world." 

Taking advantage of the group of people approaching them, she hurried away.

"Hey ...wait, what's yer name?"

This time she didn't respond nor look back. With as much dignity as one could summon while dressed in a doggie costume, she ran as fast as she could.

[dismembered-narrator]

these are so obviously inspired by the new resident evil games and remakes, the first screenshot is literally a scene in re2make, the second one and the way they moved the radio scene indoors feels very re7 to me. but the first one also makes me wonder if they're going to add scenes that weren't there in the original (also silent hill brain is thinking about how the second screenshot 100% unintentionally looks like james is shot in the head, like that one dead body you find in the apartment building)

this is definitely A Choice. i'm not a fan of making the subtle imagery more blatant, the fleshy amalgam monsters worked because they invoked illness in more ways than just "they look like they're in a straightjacket"

the combat also feels very visceral, to the point where it's uncomfortable to see james hitting the more humanoid, feminine monsters like the nurses, which is actually a good detail to include considering the game's themes. combat in the original is probably the worst part of the game so i'm not too fussed about changing it lol

the weird dialogue and cadences don't really work with modern voice acting, and it's kind of impossible to recapture the strangeness of the original. it would piss a lot of people off but i kind of wish they had updated the dialogue to feel more natural. it could also be that this scene in the trailer is out of context, since they didn't include the lead-in to the conversation

the faces are still a little weird to me, but less weird than they were in the first trailer. they seem to be putting a lot of emphasis on micro-expressions, which is interesting. the characters in the original are kind of impenetrable, partly because you can't read their expressions very well, so i wonder if they'll end up removing some of the intrigue and ambiguity behind the characters with modern technology

in the hospital section, i like how maria seems to wander around on her own path, it gives her a bit more personality and i'm sure it keeps you from accidentally hitting her a million times like in the original. i'm curious what her pathing looks like when walking around the town

it's hard to show in screenshots but the nurse's head shakes and glitches out, which feels very "modern horror game about mental illness." second screenshot also shows more stereotypical mental illness imagery. there's also a cheap jumpscare with one of the crawly guys later on, which doesn't bode well, considering the original has no jumpscares (other than that time you can knock on a bathroom stall and something screams at you)

i liked the scene where james scares laura. it would be interesting to see more from the lens of male violence - in the original game, we have pyramid head, but james himself is presented as neutral, even kind and sympathetic in his interactions with angela. at this point so many people know the twist that it would be interesting to see more foreshadowing for it, leaning into the roles each character plays in society and their relationship to violence. but i don't think i trust bloober team to do that tactfully

i wasn't fast enough for a non-blurry screenshot but this just looks goofy lol

it was interesting that they showed a lot of laura's scenes, which people aren't all that emotionally attached to. there was nothing from pyramid head or angela (although i saw a short clip of her on twitter, and people were complaining about her face, but i think it looks fine. she actually looks younger than the original, which i like), none of the iconic scenes in the game, which is a little concerning. i think they mentioned expanding on existing storylines, which is also concerning. there's definitely potential to do something interesting with this remake and i'm cautiously optimistic, but the most likely outcome is that it's just mediocre, doesn't really understand what made the original so good, and tries and fails to nostalgia-bait people. but only time will tell

watching the silent hill 2 trailer during an online class lol

[moonscenes]

⌛ and 💕 for james, 😵 and 💣, for lilith, 😡 for kate, 🏡🌼 and 🤲 for for kody, 💩 for york, 🐢 for hyde, 🥛 and 🍬 for maggie, aaaaand 🍯 for ava even if we don't interact with her i love her from afar.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

⌛ / SLEEP HEADCANON: james can sleep for twelve hours if you let him. he can fall asleep anywhere, and he’s often found sleeping in class and probably in the weirdest places. a lot of the time when he falls asleep, sirius likes to levitate him and place in him different spots in the castle so he wakes up in weird spots.

💕 / LOVE HEADCANON: though some people may be open to other relationships, james potter is like a fox. he mates for life. in fact, lily evans has and always will be the one person for him. he believes so much in soulmates that he’s manifested their patronuses being together, probably. he just knows that love is real, but there’s only one person for him and it’s lily. 

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋.

😵 / SICKNESS HEADCANON: there’s not a lot that can make a vampire sick, so when she ingests garlic she acts like nothing has happened. her eyes get red, her face gets paler than usual and she makes sure to find a reason to be alone to ride it out. she’s a lot angrier when she’s sick only because she’ll get defensive if anyone goes near her.

💣 / STRESS HEADCANON: nothing really stresses her out anymore, unless she cares deeply about someone. even then, she doesn’t let it show. when she’s stressing out over something, she simply will go kill someone or feed from them since it’s not very often she finds herself stressed. it’s kind of like drinking alcohol but just drinking someone’s blood.

𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎.

😡 / ANGER HEADCANON: if kate were to go on a rampage because of anger, many necks would be snapped and many heads would just explode out of nowhere. she doesn’t get angry often, unless she hasn’t fed off of anyone. but when the anger starts nothing can really start it and there’s many, many bodes in her wake. which is sort of why she’s kept in the cabin in the woods for so long.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

🏡  / HOME HEADCANON: her and her brother live in a cabin with one bedroom and a tiny kitchen. she’s renovated the basement into her own little apartment because she needs her space and she needs somewhere to do her art. it’s very rustic and something they had to renovate because their grandfather didn’t really keep up the house. 

🌼 / HAPPINESS HEADCANON: a lot of the time when kody misses home, she takes jason (the dog) to the beach and lets him run around as she draws in her sketchbook. she finds the waves calming because it sort of reminds her of the sounds of the city when cars drive by, but she doesn’t have to worry about jason getting hurt.

🤲 / RELIGIOUS HEADCANON: none of her family were religious, so she never really got into anything. she feels like she believes in karma but doesn’t subscribe to buddhism practices. 

𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐒.

💩 / RIDICULOUS HEADCANON: ummm. york thinks better when she’s naked? sdkjsdfkj. so when she’s writing something for an article or she really needs to get through a chapter of her book, she cranks the heat in the apartment and she sits on their bed NUDE and just writes it out? she does not like clothes whatsoever, which is why everything she owns is super baggy and airy. 

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄.

🐢 / MENTAL HEALTH HEADCANON: stevie is so smart which is why she gets so depressed. she thinks and thinks and thinks until she worries herself into a pit, which is why she self-medicates. she finds herself worrying about everything which is why she acts like she hates everything. she sees how people get so happy with simple things, so she likes to shit on them to make herself feel better about not being able to give into happiness like they do.

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀.

🥛 / DRINK HEADCANON: the amount of la croix cans by her writing desk is ... ridiculous. she has a massive jug of water that she carries around with her everywhere and there’s probably some corny saying on it that says “save the trees” or something. or she has every swell bottle in existence. oh my god, or sooooo many hydroflasks. in every colour. and they’re always half full of water.

🍬 / FAMILY HEADCANON: her mother is a librarian and her father is a family doctor. they are very, very kind people and very smart. they’re also VERY protective and judgmental, only because maggie is an only child. every person that maggie dates she tells them, because she feels like they would approve. her mother and father usually sit down and potential partner just to make sure they have good intentions. they don’t have a lot of close friends and she only has about three aunts or uncles because they didn’t have a big family either.

𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐄.

🍯 / FOOD HEADCANON: ava was trained at a young age to be able to make many large meals since she was expected to provide for a husband. in fact, if she really wanted, she could probably become a professional chef with the amount of culinary training she has. she hates cooking meals, but she’s had to her whole life because if she doesn’t have food on the table before her husband gets home she’s being yelled at. 

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

i usually don’t do this, since i’m like 1 of 4 gc shippers and i prefer to keep my internet presence pretty quiet, but i couldn’t help but say how much i love the way you write guardiancorp. especially this last oneinthe lake house, after seeing the tag, i had to give feedback. :) you write them so naturally and maturely, saving room for fluff, like they seem to be in canon. regarding seeing them interact again in season 5, do you think we’ll get to see that, and how do you think it’d play out?

Thank you so much! I needed some reassurance because my brain suddenly didn't want words to work. For S5, I'm hopeful but also not holding my breath. If the writers had any intention of following up on guardiancorp, it feels like they would have already, and the fact that they haven't doesn't bode well for next season.But if they do I'd be thrilled, especially if they take the same care with it that they did in 3b. I'd love to see more quiet moments of intimacy, with parallels between them that help Lena navigate the uncharted waters of Kara's secret.There's substance there, and their relationship is salvageable even now if the writers devote the time to addressing the problems they left unresolved this year. I think they both deserve the chance to do so, and not only because it'd be important for Lena to have someone in her corner, thwarting Lex's prophecy of Lena's utter isolation. James also needs someone in his corner, and the chance to explore the family dynamics between him, Kelly, Lena, and Alex as their respective relationships would open a while new world of character development for everyone involved.And you're always welcome here! I strive to make my blog the watering hole of Lena ships.