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the TINIEST shift in brennans expression with “security detail?” “yeah for the president”

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The tone shift between the still light and joyful "What?" and the concerned-aggressive "What do you mean she has five jobs?" is PEAK acting from Brennan everyone say thank you Mr Mulligan

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It probably won’t (it will)

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arthur making gilear the vice principal is so funny but all jokes aside, it's the perfect job for gilear. the position was created for kalvaxus so arthur has limited it so much. it has no responsibility, it has no powers, all you have to do is show up and let arthur dunk on you. that's in the job description. gilear's main skills include being dunked on and hanging out with his daughter, the only two things he can do at aguefort. he starts fucking up the moment he gets a task but this job was designed to illicit no tasks of importance whatsoever

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"We'd love to have you, Aelwyn :)" <- manipulative (affectionate)

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Fingers crossed that when the gang get their griffins to traverse the Mountains of Chaos, we learn that Fig already knows how to ride because she's been riding Baxter with Sandra Lynn for years

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Here's the angry post BTW: https://www.tumblr.com/purrassicjet/746440378386956288/jawbone-cant-get-angry-or-at-least-he-cant?source=share

I can’t find the post but a while ago you made a post about Jawbone not being able to show his anger due to the way people see/fear werewolves and Sandra Lynn showing it for him.

With the fucking Bobby reveal I just keep thinking about it Jawbone having to know the kind of details he knows about how this man likely manipulated and abused someone barely old enough not to be a student at the school. Jawbone constantly having to talk himself down from wanting to rip the man limb from limb by reminding himself that if Bobby tries that shit again that student will need him just as much as Sandra Lynn does

(Also, just Sandra-Lynn breaking down at Mordrid finding out he’s back in town and Lydia just offering to take Ragh and the two of them to murder him in the middle of the night since she’s not his coworker and wouldn’t have to worry about it being obvious.)

I have this post in my drafts about Jawbone's behavior changing post finding out that Bobby Dawn was the one who did that to his partner.

How he used to respond politely to conversation with strained smiles and curt words, but wouldn't even look at him after. How his lip curls whenever he walks into the room. How he refuses to look him in the eyes, nor speak to him at all. How he never talks about Sandra Lynn anymore, and when asked about her, he just replies with a curt "she's fine" and won't elaborate.

Somehow, the silence is more chilling. The glancing daggers over the staff room over the lunch she prepared for him.

He puts extra care into the cleric students after that, asking careful questions to make sure they aren't being abused as she was.

(Lydia and Ragh killing him in the middle of the night is so perfect too. Like yeah, get his fucking ass. Two barbarians very protective of their families, sneaking up on this bitchass man when he least expects it)

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Really need a scene with Sandra Lynn and Bobby Dawn where Sandra Lynn can go “We all know how you like to prey on the young and vulnerable, Robert” and Bobby Dawn is just so uncomfortable in the way someone who had power over you and threw you under a bus is when their victim gains power and standing against them

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i had a brief bout of temporary insanity over the past forty eight hours since the last junior year episode and wrote 4700 words about 21 year old sandra lynn. a time when she was being super well adjusted i’m sure.

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favorite part of the episode is actually when Adaine says Fig has "like, 5 jobs" and when she lists them off and gets to "security detail for the president," you can feel the despair in Sandra Lynn's soul as this woman who doesn't seem to be tracking the incredibly influential high school government election seriously considers whether her teenage daughter might be working as a security guard for the actual president of the nation of spire

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Please let Sandra Lynn fistfight Bobby Dawn

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new tshirt design dropping soon

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I just want to say that Sandra Lynn is genuinely one of my favourite characters ever created I love that women so fucking much. She’s complex, she’s messy, she’s made so many mistakes but you can tell she cares so deeply about everyone around her.

Her relationship with fig means much to me, you can tell she loves her daughter more than anything but it hurts to see herself reflected in fig and to see that relationship develop through the season is incredibly meaningful. On top of that the chat she had with Adaine in the latest episode and even some of the moments in sophomore year you can tell she really fucking cares about the other bad kids to and loves them for how they take care of daughter.

She was manipulated while she was young and it tore her life up and I just wish that, the young adventurer who got fucked over could see herself now with family and support network she has and although she may not be an adventurer, she’s still a hero and has been on other quests and helped save the world.

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YELLOW

— read this first or this might not make sense!

— ao3 link!

If Sandra Lynn had her way, the Solesian Rangers work schedule would be a little more focused on rest and recovery, but she couldn’t really complain about the leniency the organisation had for people with families at home. No one had been more quick to sign off on her time off requests than her manager, she knew that Sandra Lynn was competent enough to catch up as quickly as needed. In a few months, she thought she would probably offer her the role herself. Today though, she finished up at lunch time and arrived home, shoulders weary with the weight of yellow paint cans.

It was a buttery, blonde colour that made her itchy to look at. It was the colour of Baxter’s feathers when they were downy and he was so young that sometimes she let him sleep at the foot of her bed, even on the nights Fig had crawled in between her and Gilear. It was something warm that got sharp late in the day, when the sun settled on it low in the sky late in the afternoon. Like milk poured in a sweet honey tea. It was golden and there were enough cans of it left on the shelf that Sandra Lynn thought people probably underestimated it. She thought it would make the chapel look like a bedroom.

It took her a handful of hours to painstakingly move everything away from the walls: the bedframe, the posters, the duffel bag that she point blank refused to look at for longer than a few seconds at a time — just in case. Once everything was piled up in the centre and covered with a tarp, Sandra Lynn put on an old shirt that was probably not hers but had ended up in her closet anyway and pulled out her brushes from under the sink. She washed the walls, scrubbed at them until dust stopped falling from the stone, and stared at the stained glass for long enough that the sun shifted to glare back through the angel's golden halo.

Then the door opened further across the house and she grinned to herself; it was easier now, to breathe knowing all the kids were safe under her roof, because she knew they were taking care of each other. There was no reason to hover around all the places her adopted and not yet adopted kids might be, because she was trying to trust that they would come to her if they needed a mom, or an adult, or a squirrel killer. Sandra Lynn could try to trust them for that. Fabian yelled something and Jawbone howled in a way that usually meant hang tight. Aelwyn spoke and there was a higher pitched response in that oh so similar Fallinel accent that was getting fainter as the two disappeared up the stairs. Fig cackled and there was the sound of at least four footsteps pounding across the house to where she knew her girl kept her guitar. She was distracted, not noticing when her final kid reappearing home for the day emerged through the door to her room.

It took a lot of effort not to jump and drop the paintbrush when Kristen’s voice, muffled by what looked like a fistful of popcorn that sprayed halfway across the room when she said ‘thandragh thlinn?’ Maybe time had gotten away from her, because she hadn’t expected for the girl to see the room until it was done, and her mind had already sprinted away to try and figure out if any beds were going spare tonight or if they should set up the den sleepover style. Pointedly, she didn’t think about how rare a night was where she didn’t hear light footsteps pattering about the house in the early hours. When everyone was home, there were ten kids with their own bedrooms (except for Adaine who let her sister share), and all of them were traumatised. They were good to each other though, and on the nights she thought the awake one might need a hug or a mug of tea, there was always a second teenager perched next to them; eyes blurry with sleep but risen for their friend anyway. She must have been quiet too long, because the voice started again, clear now, ‘are you painting in here? Did I forget you were doing this? I’m sorry —’ Sandra Lynn cut her off ‘ — I was wrong. Kristen I was wrong to put you in here and now the house is filling up and I don’t have a different room for you, so I picked up some paint,’ her fingers spasmed. It had been a bad, thoughtless call at the time. Kristen had grown up groomed and hurt by a church and she had to be reminded of every time she went to bed or woke up, and now she was sleeping in it alone, without even a God to pray goodnight to. She picked up one of the cans and showed her the colour, a glob hitting the tarp she had laid down over the old wood floors, and tried for a smile, ‘yellow, but not as bright as your tracksuit.’

Much to Sandra Lynn’s horror (because her shirt was covered in paint and her kid was wearing something other then that tracksuit for once and she would do anything to encourage her to wear other things as often as possible), Kristen’s eyes started to shine and her shoulders sagged. The woman dodged drips of paint and made her way to the girl, squeezing her shoulder hard enough to drag her back to earth. Her voice cracked and suddenly Sandra Lynn didn’t know whether or not she was going to cry herself, but she did laugh, just a little and quietly. ‘You got some muscle going kid, you sure you don’t wanna join the ranger track?’ She asked, mostly joking but not all the way. All of her Bad Kids were going to excel at whatever it was they chose to do in the end, but she hoped they thrived as a group first, she hoped they did whatever they wanted and it never hurt. Her smile grew a little bittersweet and she hoped Kristen didn’t catch it as she reminded herself that that was never how an adventurer’s story ended.

She offered out a paintbrush, ‘you gonna help me finish these last few walls or are you crashing at someone else’s room tonight?’

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im so sleepy someone remind me i said aelwyn abernant kills bobby dawn as show of love and appreciation to sandralynn for taking care of her and her sister and not being mad when they act like the traumatised kids they are

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Sandra Lynn's taste in partner's actually makes perfect sense:

Bobby Dawn - she was an extremely young and impressionable adventurer who (presumably) received "acceptance" and "guidance" from an older accomplished adventurer in an environment when she was probably somewhat excluded. This was grooming. She was then kicked out of that group and blacklisted due to the influence of this very powerful individual.

Spiralling, probably slept around a bit as she tried to cope with her life completely changing from her original plans.

Gilear - Finds a kind, stable individual who helps her. Honestly, Gilear reminds me a lot of Tracker, someone who is there for another person who went through a lot of romance/sexuality related trauma and was kind of neglected to an extent because they were busy being the person leaned on.

Gorthalax - wants some excitement. While I truly believe she loved Gilear and the stability, this simple life wasn't the life she planned when she left high school. Gorthalax was fun and open to doing fun stuff.

Jawbone - Kind, stable individual who helps her. Better prepared at the helping side than Gilear. Gilear was a life vest that stopped her drowning. Jawbone gave her the tools to get back to safety.

Garthy - wants some excitement. She loves Jawbone and the stability but wants some new experiences. She is scared that those new experiences will lead to spiralling, though, which is why she asked Jawbone to be monogamous. But when she's drunk her self destructive behaviour comes out and she gets with someone who is fun and open to doing fun stuff.

It's a really sad story of someone trying to heal from past trauma and experiences that only made it harder.

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Please we need sandra lynn on the complicated women podcast so bad