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@roselinewynters for a really old starter call !

scout readjusted her posture for what had to be the fifth time in ten minutes, an insufferable sigh ripping away from her as her eyes ran impatiently to the blonde beside her. “while this is most definitely riveting, i’d rather be doing anything else in the world.” the last word of her sentence came with a heavy sigh, burdened by the thought of that very concept: being out there, being anywhere but here, able to do whatever she wanted. she hadn’t actually left buena vista in a long while, and now she couldn’t for the life of her remember why. her only ties left to the town were school-related, and she didn’t even like school. she wondered now whether or not it would be harder to be free for a while before having it cut short, or to have gotten used to the feeling of being stuck. she missed knowing the option was there. desperate for any kind of distraction, she twisted away from the glass in order to stare at her partner. “okay, fun but severely depressing game: where would you go if the dome just lifted right now? what would you do, who would you see? all of that. oh, oh! what would you eat?”

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*billie eilish’s bad guy blares overhead* HEY guys welcome BACK to the youtube channel. today we have two very special guests, procrastination and writer’s block, joining us from lane’s mind !! in today’s video, we’re going to look at a reintroduction to scout pan. come on in !!

so if you know me, you probably know my babe scout! she’s the twenty-one year old (adoptive) daughter of peter pan, she’s depressed, and she’s gay! those are just the facts

the LAST time we saw scout, she was in a.. very bad place. she’d lost her brother because of an evil bitch boy, she didn’t have any friends, and the only thing she loved about herself was her taste in alcohol

how have things CHANGED, you may ask? well, she’s... uh... going to AA meetings? so . i guess that’s it

sdkjckj but no, really. she’s in AA, attended one (1) anger management meeting and hated it, and she’s much nicer than she was!

it’s taken... heaps of self-reflection and literal meditation to reach a place in life where scout feels okay, good even, and i am Proud to say that she’s a better person, with a better mindset, than she was when we left off

OKAY!! WELL!!! my mushy heartfelt stuff about my daughter out of the way, let us. discuss possible connections

new friends!! people she’s met over the past year and bonded with, old friends!! people she knew when she was Not at her finest and they probably brought out the worst in each other (whether they’d still associate is an uhhhh maybe??), enemies/former enemies!! people she hated or who hated her before her Transformation (could still hate her, could just lightly dislike one another), her brother (about to be a wc)

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“Another one of the mysteriously returned people, I see.” It was natural for Scout to shove her genuine concern about the situation at hand to the very pit of her stomach and smother it with as much sarcasm as she could. So instead of showing any sign of her alarm about the fact that she was essentially trapped in a tank with all of the people who didn’t wish to be there, she smirked as she tossed a glance toward his phone. “What’s wrong, no one replying to your ‘SOS: stuck in a dome’ texts?

“What the actual fuck?” Alex stared at his phone in shock, pressing the send button on anything he could, - tweet, text, phone call, anything - trying (to no avail) to get a message through. “I had this stupid town. Get me the hell out of here.”

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There were many things about other people’s conversations that... compelled Scout to listen in on them. Mostly, she enjoyed frequent, frivolous use of her powers to hear the difference between what was being said and what wasn’t. This time, however, it was incredibly clear that her telepathy wouldn’t be necessary. The woman in front of her was extremely clear about how she felt; it was hilarious and (in a slightly deranged way) admirable, in her opinion. “Wow, Steven sounds like a real piece of work. And as I, myself, am a master of insults, I’d like to award you bonus points for that creativity.”

Hazel has been pacing, infuriated with her current location, and dials a number, thinking she gets through to a line, screaming down the phone. ‘Steve?! Steven! Answer me, we need to get this finalised today or I swear to - did you hang up on me?!!? Absolute cocksucker!’

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hello it is i, ur least favorite hobgoblin. back from the dead after 8 days in my bed and ready to tackle replies!!!! (or most of them, hopefully) idk guys i’m avoiding a lot of homework rn lol

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happy 2018 to anyone in the est timezone

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new years ask meme a la me

1. would you say that you've had a good year?

2. what are 2 things you accomplished this year that you're proud of?

3. what are 2 things you want to accomplish in 2018?

4. describe your 2017 in song lyrics

5. best song(s) from 2017

6. best movie(s) from 2017

7. best book(s) from 2017

8. tell a 2017 story

9. share a memory from _ ( season of the year )

10. share a selfie from the start of 2017

11. share a selfie at the end of 2017

12. did you learn anything from this year?

13. have you changed?

14. if you could change something from this past year, what would it be and would you do it?

15. if you could view one day from 2017 like a movie, which day would you choose and why?

16. did any of your dreams come true?

17. what's the greatest thing that happened to you this year?

18. what's the strangest thing that happened to you this year?

19. what's the worst thing that happened to you this year?

20. what's the bravest thing you did in 2017?

21. what's the funniest thing that happened to you in 2017?

22. what's the most impressive thing you did in 2017?

what are your new year's resolutions?

23. did you make any new friends this year? talk about one of them!

24. name some new things you tried this year!

25. is there any way in which you want to improve or hope you will, in 2018?

26. do you have any 2017 regrets?

27. how do you feel now the year is over?

28. if you could choose a theme song for your year ahead, what would you choose?

29. the day i am most looking forward to next year is ... because ...

30. if you could choose a theme song for your year ahead, what would you choose?

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I’m not very good at being a good person.

lowkeysteveee  (via wnq-writers)

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me, after disappearing for literally MONTHS and having no real impact on any storyline in the rp: omg...... scout.......... wasnt???? even on the ??????? highlights??????? wow. wow!! i mean. not mad or anything but wow!!!

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olliebotwin:

Ollie was confused to say the least. “Identification?” She had no idea about this girls illegal business she was running. Really she just wanted to see if she was alright. 

“Yes, as in, identify yourself. Get it?” Scout squinted from behind her sunglasses. Wasn’t this the same girl from that library incident? The one who’d reminded her of... “But I recognize you now, so you can be on your way.”

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“well, maybe you just come from a really shitty area then.” octavius responded with a careless shrug. the girl was slightly interesting to him. she seemed to have an attitude, that was for sure. maybe even a mysterious background of sorts. she was at least more interesting than most. “where are you from?” he asked, sitting down across from her, although he wasn’t invited to. “you’re trying to be polite, huh? well, thanks, i appreciate that.” he said sarcastically, a chuckle leaving his lips. “i am twenty-one, to be exact. but perhaps you shouldn’t be telling just anyone about your illegal business venture, huh?”

She couldn’t help but laugh when the stranger before her began questioning her. He had no idea. “Is that right?” God, who was this guy? And what right did he have to just sit with her? It was absolutely infuriating. “Can you not invite yourself into places you’re clearly unwelcome? Do you have issues picking up social cues? Go away.” Scout raised a hand, swiped it through the air in a shooing motion. The sunlight had done enough to worsen the headache she’d had since she woke up-- she really didn’t need this. She’d decided to ignore anything else he said, until she heard the last bit. “I never said anything about any business venture, let alone an illegal one. Whatever you think you heard was wrong.” She rested her head against her fist, mimicking his action as she tapped the fingers of her free hand against the tabletop. She almost looked bored as she said the next bit, “Besides, if I ever did... misspeak, I could suppress your memory of this entire ordeal. Considering doing that anyway, actually.” Of course, she didn’t truly possess that ability-- or, if she did, she didn’t know it. But how cool would that shit be?

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octaviusacqua:

octavius had simply walked by her. at least, he tried to, but he found himself kind of stopping for just one second because he realized he hadn’t seen her before. octavius found himself perturbed by this because he rather prided himself in knowing most, if not all, the girls on campus- at least by their faces. however, he wasn’t expecting her to notice. “sorry, love, but i wasn’t going to talk to you at all. just passing by.” octavius said with a smile as he walked around to stand in front of her. “what’s this talk about identification?” he was just playing with her now, he was 21 and of perfectly legal age to buy and consume his own alcohol.

Scout rolled her eyes as he started speaking to her-- were her instructions really so difficult to follow? But she let him finish his response without cutting him off with a snarky remark, so that was something. She leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of the table she was sitting on, both eyebrows raised. "Well, where I come from, we were taught that someone stopping within earshot and staring at you either meant one of two things: they were preparing to have a conversation, or they were preparing to kidnap you. And call me an optimist, but I'd like to assume better of you than the latter." She sat straight again, her usual indifferent expression falling back across her face. "And if you're honestly about to try and tell me that you're under 21, I'm afraid I won't have any choice but to laugh in your face. And I'm trying my best to be polite here, so I wouldn't like to do that."

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Scout hadn’t been out of her dorm in... a while. Every time she left she got irritated at the slightest inconvenience, enough to accidentally start a fight between her and some innocent bystander. She felt herself spiraling far out of her own control, and knew she couldn’t do anything to stop it. So she ignored it, and felt powerless, and that only made her angrier. She’d just gotten a text from one of her old customer’s friends, and since school was out and she really didn’t have anything else to do, she decided to go ahead and forge the I.D. It was flawless, as always, but she didn’t really care about her image, or the image of anyone who buys from her. She just wanted money, which would in turn buy her alcohol, so she could lock herself in her room all over again. But that plan was becoming questionable, as she’d been standing in the quad for ten minutes-- fifteen and she would leave, because that was literally the only rule she had. When she finally heard footsteps, she heaved a sigh. “If you aren’t about to talk to me about identification, turn around and walk away.”

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i cant believe vina has disrespected madelaine petsch like this

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i posted that i was back over a week ago and have now only replied to one starter. hmu if you want a starter bc i feel bad???

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Scout snorted-- she was told she was self-absorbed. “Why would I care about you?” She asked simply, almost curiously, as she continued to apply her lip balm. “If you hadn’t noticed, girls tend to open our mouths when we apply anything on our lips. Sorry if that’s too complex a concept for you to grasp.” She’d only just gotten back from London, and she was already in a sour mood. It couldn’t be helped, really. Not when she had nothing to come back to. “Are we done with this interaction now?”

“You can stop gaping now,” Wesley said, leaning against the open doorway. He still couldn’t walk much further than a half a mile without having to sit down and rest his muscles, but it was better than being in the chair. However, since he’d started walking again, he’d had people staring at him just as much as they had been when he was first in the chair. “Have you never seen someone walk before?”