#Abigail archer

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Always find it funny when someone says "Oh if Jack wasnt there with Arthur Arthur couldve killed Milton and Ross and half the game wouldnt take place"

Besties Idk how to tell you this but The Pinkertons wouldve sent two new agents

Its how Ross started working with Fordham after Milton was killed by Abigail

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How You Play the Game Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was miserable without you, and the pain just wasn't lessening even though you left him weeks ago. He needed to find a way to move on, because you didn't want him, and you weren't coming back. But he should have known there was no substitute for the best thing he'd ever had.

Warnings: Swears, broken heart, angst, consensual sex, sex with a condom while intoxicated (18+)

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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Weeks later...

As you flew to Vancouver from Detroit, you thought about that six hour flight to Boston where you hadn't stopped crying for a single minute. You thought about leaving San Diego and how it broke your heart to move on to the next city and the next assignment. At least this time you had a window seat instead of the middle seat in the last row. And this time you weren't continually wiping your tears on Bradley's Padres jersey. 

You had his jersey on again today, but this time you felt calm as you reached into your bag to take out your computer and read over the research you'd outlined about the Vancouver Canucks. Your eyes caught on the blue golf ball, and after a second of hesitation, you reached for that instead. 

You'd taken it everywhere with you. It joined you in every hotel room, on every flight and in every rental car. You had it with you in your tote bag when you were in Boston about a month ago working on the exclusive with the Bruins' coaching staff. You were carrying it when you bumped into Abigail Archer for the first time in person. 

With your article completely forgotten now, you dug your phone out of your pocket. It was in airplane mode, but you took a deep breath and unlocked it. You had to scroll a bit to get to the text thread with Bradley, and then you tapped his name and you almost let the tears rise to the surface. You held them back as you read the series of sporadic messages he'd sent you since early November.

I miss you. 

Did you make it to Boston safely?

Ace, please call me back. I miss you so much. 

I have this whole weekend off, and I can't help but think it would be easy for me to fly to wherever you are. If you would want that. 

I still miss you.

I hope you're doing well.

You hadn't responded to a single one of them. And you never called him back either. But sometimes, when you were in a hotel room in a city that you couldn't even identify without looking at your calendar app, you'd get lonely enough to listen to his voicemail message. See ya, Ace.

It took until you met Bradley Bradshaw for you to really understand just how lonely you were. Going back to your apartment in New York City didn't feel like going home. There was nothing there that made you smile. There were no baseball cards or too small Angels tee shirts. There was no Bradley making sure you were taking a break when you needed one. 

And he was part of the reason why you let yourself start to be convinced that you could have more out of your career. Maybe he was right. Somebody else might have something better to offer than Greg or the New York Times. When you talked to Abigail and started to test the waters, it wasn't as terrifying as you thought it would be. Making some calls to see what else was out there ended up validating one fact for you: Bradley was right, your writing was in high demand.

But you had to complete your contract with Greg before you could do much else. And that included Detroit and Vancouver. But you hoped after this, your work-life balance might improve. If you decided to take this information back to Bradley, you hoped he would listen to you. Maybe he would even see what you wrote about your career change in your Detroit Red Wings article. If he was even still reading your articles. There was a chance he might still miss you now, and maybe he'd understand that you needed to see the bigger picture for yourself first. 

Before you left him alone in his bed, he told you that you knew where to find him. He made you feel like it was still okay to go there.

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Bradley walked past his coffee table dressed in his flight suit with his travel mug of coffee in his hand. He paused at the front door and looked back at the mess he still couldn't bring himself to clean up. You left him weeks ago, damn near a month ago, but he just couldn't bring himself to clean up all of the fucking baseball cards. 

He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He was being ridiculous. He was never ridiculous before he met you, so you must have made him this way. Every time he tried to clean them up and put them back out in his garage, his hands faltered and he left the cards out on the table. It was like some sort of sick reminder that you'd really been here with him. It was a way to convince himself he didn't imagine up the perfect woman in his mind and then have to live through the aftermath of watching her leave. 

He tightened his fingers around his mug and rubbed the heel of his other hand against his eyes. Then he took his phone out. He knew he shouldn't do it since you never answered his other messages before, but he texted you anyway. 

I hope you're doing well.

When he re-read what he'd sent, he started to panic. It sort of sounded like he meant it with an air of finality. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that he didn't want to hear from you, because it was quite the opposite. There were times when he felt so lonely, he'd have done anything for you to write to him or call him back. 

He swore he could still smell you in his house, and right now it felt a little too much like you were there. He wrenched his front door open and slammed it closed behind him, breathing in the crisp December morning air. He had to start making some changes, and he needed to do it this week. You weren't going to respond to him. After four weeks he should accept that as a fact and stop bugging you. 

He'd been skipping Hard Deck nights and leaving the locker room after work without really talking to anyone. Nat knew why he was miserable, but even she seemed surprised it had gone on for this long. 

A few days ago, she said, "You've never behaved like this over a woman before. This has all just been very surprising, and I don't know how to help you."

Bradley had shrugged and laughed sarcastically. "Well, I fell in love with her. First time for everything, right? I'll know better for next time."

And that was the truly fucked up part. He had fallen in love with you over the course of ten days. As he drove to work, he thought about your face and your voice. He knew exactly how many miles he put on his Bronco driving back and forth to see you at the games in Anaheim. He knew exactly how much money he spent on all the tickets. He knew how badly it hurt right now to be without you. And he knew he'd repeat everything all over again if he could see you for five minutes. 

Just like every other day, he had to collect himself before he could head inside to the locker room. There was no getting his time with you back. There was no second chance. There was no communication. He needed to stop. He took off his aviators that you'd liked so much and set them in his cup holder. When he checked the time on his phone, he had a notification that a new article from you had been posted eight minutes ago. It was like this every day. He'd wait to see each morning if you'd written anything, and then after it was posted, he'd read it at least three times. 

Your final World Series article was the worst one. It was released two days after you left. He must have read it a hundred times. He'd even take a screenshot of the short passage he was certain was about him.

This World Series was exciting and dynamic for so many reasons. We witnessed some of the best major league pitching in the last decade, and there were more stolen bases than the past three finals combined. Professionally, I may never witness anything like this again. And I can even tell you that on a personal level, I was profoundly changed for the better by everything I allowed myself to experience and enjoy between San Diego and Anaheim over the course of the series.

Bradley looked at his phone screen now. It had to stop. He desperately wanted to read your article on the Detroit Red Wings, but he needed to make this feeling stop. It was like he was constantly in pain every time he thought about you or even simply read your name on his phone. Your written words were never going to help him move on, so he needed to do something about it right now while he felt like he could. 

He deleted the New York Times app. He thought about deleting your number as well, but he needed to save some of his strength to get through his workday. So he just tucked his phone in his pocket and climbed out of the Bronco.

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When Bradley walked into the Hard Deck on Friday night after work, he felt defeated and exhausted. He managed to delete the app you wrote for, but he still couldn't bring himself to delete your phone number. Moving on was a necessity right now. He didn't even know why he bothered to come to the bar, but staying home and looking at baseball cards on his coffee table didn't seem to be helping him. 

"You're here!" Nat called out as soon as he walked inside. The bar was decorated for Christmas. Was it that close to the holidays? He'd completely lost track of the weeks, but at the same time, he knew exactly how many days it had been since he'd seen you. His mind was too aware of that number, and it tacked a new one on each day. 

"Hey," Bradley managed to grunt when his friend came over to him and wrapped him up in a hug. The Christmas tree and the strings of lights blurred, and he had to close his eyes. He was missing the feel of your arms around him and the way you smelled. None of this was Nat's fault or anyone's fault really. Bradley didn't even blame you. He couldn't. You and he were nothing. 

"Let me get you a drink," Nat whispered, and she took him by the hand. He recognized the upbeat Christmas song, and he saw the guys waving from the pool table. But when he turned to face the bar, Shannon was right there with her usual smile and a pint glass in her hand. He didn't know why he wasn't expecting her. The last time he saw her was when he brought you here, and he'd give anything to go back to that night. 

Bradley just shook his head. "Something stronger. Please." Shannon raised one eyebrow at him and set the pint glass down in favor of a whiskey tumbler and a bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Yeah."

"Haven't seen you around in a few weeks," she said, watching the amber liquid slosh neatly up the side of the glass as she poured. "Kinda missed you." She met his eyes as she pushed the glass across the bar. "You look so sad."

He held eye contact with her, trying his best to push the intrusive thoughts away. "Maybe I'll be around more now," he muttered, downing the whole drink in one go and setting the glass down again. 

Shannon was familiar to him. Comfortable. He'd been messing around with women for damn near two decades without any deep feelings. You were really his first foray into something... more. But you were gone. You didn't want to talk to him. You weren't coming back.

She refilled his glass and said, "Take this one a little slower, Bradley." He nodded before downing it just like the first one, and she kind of smirked and shook her head. "You'll pay for this in the morning."

He laughed sardonically. "That's the idea." He left the empty glass on the bar with a little nod indicating that he would be back. He desperately needed to clear his head, but he'd been trying everything for weeks. Taking a walk outside, having a cold shower, going for a drive. Nothing fucking helped. 

He needed to forget the feel of your body and the sound of your voice. So he drank an extravagant amount of Johnnie Walker on Nat's tab, and he started to feel looser. He laughed at her when she asked how many he had so far. 

"Don't worry. I'll pay you back," he rasped with a smile that he knew could charm every woman except for his best friend. 

She just rubbed her hand up and down his arm and said, "I hope you know what you're doing. Let me know when you want me to get you home."

He kissed her cheek. "I'm fine, Nat. Just fine." He finished his tumbler and tried to remember if that was his fifth or his sixth, but it didn't matter. He was warm now, and his lips were a little numb. This was exactly what he needed tonight. After he shot a round of pool and lost, he flipped through the jukebox, but it was all bullshit Christmas music. He wasn't in the mood. He thought about playing the piano, but there was an empty stool at the bar now, so he headed in that direction.

"One more?" Bradley asked Shannon as he sat, and she reached out to touch his cheek.

"You sure you really need one?"

"Yep," he said, swallowing against the lump in his throat as she swam out of focus for a split second. "Just one more. It'll make it easier." 

She turned away from him to get one more clean glass. Then she filled it for him. "Thanks, Shannon," he muttered when she set it down in front of him. He was leaning on his propped up hand, and he knew she was kind of pretty. But he knew you were prettier and funnier and smarter. 

"You can't have what you want," he mumbled to himself after Shannon walked away. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it and just looked at the screen. Delete it. He had to. He opened his contacts, and there you were right at the fucking top. 

Ace

You'd always be at the top, wouldn't you? 

Instead of deleting your number, he sent you a text before he could reconsider. 

Ace, I fell in love with you.

Fuck. Fuck! You didn't want him. And there was no way to take that message back now. He closed his eyes and shook his head, because he couldn't tell if he was about to cry or laugh. He was fucking miserable. Truly, he'd never experienced this before, and it hurt like hell. His thumb hovered over your name once again, but he couldn't delete it. He drank the whiskey and tried again. But still nothing. 

He watched Shannon move around behind the bar. She wasn't you. She wasn't what he wanted, but when she announced that it was last call, she made her way over to him. 

"But no more for you," she teased, reaching to take his glass away. But he had her wrist in his hand before he registered what he was doing. She looked a little surprised. The tears were in his eyes again, but maybe it wasn't so obvious to her. He couldn't say the words. He needed her to be the one. When he licked his lips, she leaned a little closer. "I'm done in fifteen. Are you interested? Or are you too drunk?"

He took a deep breath as his eyes closed. He needed to try to move on. The pain needed to stop, or else he didn't know what he would do. Right now he was numb enough. It was now or never. "I'm interested."

Bradley was very aware of what he was doing, it just vaguely seemed like someone else was doing it. He gave his keys to Shannon once they were outside. "Remember where I live?" he asked, walking toward the Bronco. 

"Of course I do," she whispered. 

He found himself with his back against the passenger side door with Shannon's lips on his. It felt fine. Would probably feel better the more he got used to it again. He could do this. He kissed her back and told her to drive, because he knew he shouldn't. 

She drove and parked and took him by the hand, leading him inside his house. As soon as he saw the baseball cards, he wanted to upend his coffee table. He wanted to do this and get it over with and go to sleep for a week. And if he didn't feel better after that, then he didn't know what he was going to do. 

When Shannon tried to turn on his bedroom light, he took her hand in his and guided it away from the switch. "Too bright," he mumbled, and she started to get undressed. He stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door. When he looked in the mirror, he'd never seen anything quite so pitiful. He splashed a little water on his face, but it just made his flushed cheeks stand out more. He dug around under the sink for some condoms he thought he still had. When his hand closed around the box, he sat back against the wall and cried. 

He had no idea how long he was in the bathroom. He took his shirt off and used it to wipe his face. You didn't want him. He went back to his bedroom where Shannon was naked on his bed, her skin glowing in the light filtering in from the bathroom where he forgot to flip the switch off.

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. But she must have taken that as a sign that he was ready to go. He wasn't, but he told himself he was. She touched him, and he let her. She kissed him some more, and he let her do that, too. He reciprocated. He knew to do that much. But it didn't feel like anything. He fucked her, but it just wasn't right. And then he fell asleep with a throbbing head and an aching heart and the wrong woman next to him. 

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It had been years since Bradley had a hangover. When he opened his eyes, his left arm was hanging off of his bed, and his face was halfway smashed in his pillow. His mouth was completely dry, and he tried to press his lips together and swallow. He had no idea how he got home or what time it was. 

"Oh, shit," he groaned. He texted you last night. When he was sitting at the bar. He was pretty sure he told you he fell in love with you. He knew you wouldn't write back. You must have blocked his number by now. He was probably texting nobody by this point, but it still hurt like hell that you didn't want him the way he wanted you.

Then he remembered what he did after he texted you, and the bile rose in his throat so quickly. Shannon was right there next to him when he turned his head. He let her sleep over. He never let her sleep over before this. She was in your spot. He needed her gone immediately. 

"Hey," he grunted, his throat like sandpaper. "Shannon. You need to leave." 

She rolled over and glared at him. "Still tired," she whispered, completely naked in his bed. 

"Please," he begged. He was so fucking stupid, it was incredible. Now he was miserable and hungover and angry with himself. "I need you to."

She sighed and stretched, and Bradley made a beeline for the bathroom, stepping on a condom wrapper on the way. At least there was that. Then he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He sat back against the wall for a few minutes, afraid there might be more he had to throw up. He knew his head was throbbing due more to the fact that he regretted everything he did last night with Shannon than him drinking most of a bottle of whiskey. 

There was tapping on the door. "If you want me to leave, I need to use the bathroom."

"Give me a minute," he groaned, standing up and looking at himself in the mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked pale. When he brushed his teeth, he felt the tears burning behind his eyes once again. Was this ever going to stop? It had been more than a month. 

Bradley rinsed his mouth and opened the door, barely looking at Shannon as she walked past him, still naked. He went back into his bedroom for a pair of clean underwear and some gym shorts and fought the urge to put all of his bedding in the washing machine. He couldn't even be in here right now, so he left for the kitchen. And he passed the fucking baseball cards again. He would have to throw them away or ask someone to come get them, because he needed them gone as much as he needed Shannon to leave. 

As he turned on his coffee maker, he heard someone knocking on his front door. He already wanted this fucking day to end. He tried not to look at the baseball cards as he passed the table and wrenched his front door open, and then his jaw dropped in surprise.

"Bradley. Hi."

He braced his hand against the door frame as he looked at you standing there on his tiny porch. You were wearing his Padres jersey. He had to be hallucinating. This had to be a dream. You were here.

"Ace."

He watched your face light up at the nickname, and you laughed softly as you examined him like you'd been dying to see him. He gripped the doorframe a little harder as he reached his other hand out to cup your chin and feel your silky skin.

"Holy shit, Baby. What are you doing here?" His heart was pounding, but he felt somehow normal again. Just like he had five weeks ago before you left him in a state of panic. 

"I came to see you." He stroked his thumb along your lip, but you didn't back away. In fact you took a tiny step closer as you added, "I have to be up in Anaheim tomorrow afternoon for some Ducks interviews, but I wanted to see you first. I thought we could talk."

Your eyes were open and earnest, and Bradley felt weak as he looked at his jersey on you. He let his hand drop away from your face, because he had no idea what to say to you right now. He had convinced himself he'd never see you again. "Did you get my texts? Or did you block my number?"

You pressed your lips together and then whispered, "I got your texts. And I've listened to your voicemail a lot. I've missed you." Bradley watched you smile tentatively and give him a little shrug. 

"You missed me," he said in disbelief. "And you got my messages. And you missed me. And you're wearing my jersey."

You looked down at yourself and laughed. "I've been wearing pretty frequently, actually. Turns out I don't have a dress code at my new office, which ironically is in Houston now, but I hardly ever have to be there in person."

When you met his eyes again, he asked. "New office?" He was so confused as he reached out and stroked your cheek with his fingers again just to try to make sure you were still real. 

"Yeah," you said softly, taking another step closer to him. "I have you to thank for that. I have you to thank for a lot of things." You bit your lip before you said, "I left the New York Times. I just finished my last assignment for Greg yesterday. I'm working on a brand new piece now. I actually begged my new employer to let me come back to California for the Anaheim Ducks article even though it's a bit of a fluff piece, because it meant I could come here and tell you that I'm happier now."

"You are?" he asked, unsure what you meant by that. He was having a hard time listening to your voice and looking at your face at the same time, and he wondered how he'd managed ten days in your presence for the World Series. You were just so overwhelmingly perfect. 

"Yes, Bradley. You made me think about my career, and I kind of took the time to change some of my priorities. Because if there's a man as incredible as you who is willing to take a chance on me, then I can take the same kind of chance on myself."

"Ace."

You smiled up at what he was sure was a look of longing on his face. "I'm working for Velocity Report now, and I'm going to have a lot more time off between assignments. Which is important, because you reminded me that I need to take breaks and eat and take care of myself. Even when you're not around."

"I loved doing that for you," he gasped, suddenly dying to kiss you. 

"Yeah, well, you were really good at it," you said as your smile faded a little bit. "But that's why I'm here. To tell you all of this in person. You deserve to hear it in person instead of over the phone, especially since I never responded to you. I wanted to, but I just wasn't ready until now. And I don't know if you read what I said about you in my Detroit Red Wings article... but, I still miss you. And I love you."

His heart was pounding so hard, he thought he was going to pass out. "You love me?" he asked, absolutely needing you to say it again for him as your eyes drifted to where the box of baseball cards was still out on the coffee table. 

Your smile grew as you reached out for his hand and tugged him closer like you were going to kiss him. "Yes, I do. I love-"

Bradley heard a noise behind him, and his heart sank as his eyes went wide. You were looking off to the side, and he heard Shannon's voice. "Oh, sorry." He turned to see her with a puzzled look on her face. He had completely forgotten she was even here. After a few minutes in your presence, you were the only thing that mattered.

"Oh my god," you gasped, wrenching yourself away from Bradley. "Oh, fuck." You looked at him with your hands on your forehead and tears in your eyes. "You know what? Forget I was even here. I'm sorry," you gasped, turning on your heel and walking full speed across his yard to the black car that was parked at his curb. 

It took him a second, but then he was right behind you. "Ace! No, Baby, you don't understand." But it didn't look like you were listening as you dug the keys to your rental car out of your pocket. "Ace! Please!" He ran barefoot out onto the street to try to beat you to the car door, but you were too fast. When he reached for your hand and spun you around to face him, you had tears streaming down your cheeks. 

He was frozen, clinging to your hand as you whispered, "She's the bartender. I should have never come here."

"No," he begged, stepping into your personal space, but you kept dodging him. "It's nothing. I want you here. I need you here."

But you pulled your hand free and reached for the door handle as you sobbed, and it broke Bradley's heart. "I need to go."

He was ready to drop to his knees. "She doesn't mean anything, Ace! Please! I missed you too, Baby! I've been miserable without you, okay? You have no idea." 

You wouldn't even look at him now as you pushed him out of the way so you could climb in the car. He felt all of his dreams slipping through his fingers twice now as you slammed the door closed, started the engine and drove.

"Ace!" he shouted running alongside your door until you hit the accelerator and left him standing in the middle of his street without shoes on. "Ace. I love you," he whispered as you turned left at the end of his block, and then you were out of sight. 

Bradley sank down until he was squatting with his face buried in his palms. "Fuck!" he screamed, the sound only slightly muffled as he jumped up to his feet and made his way back to his house where Shannon was standing on his porch. She looked disgusted as another car pulled up in front of his house. 

"Why are we sleeping together if you're clearly in love with her?" she asked, barely looking at him as she headed toward her Uber. "You should go take care of that."

As Bradley watched her away, he tried to pinpoint exactly how he'd fucked all of this up. He wondered if there was any way to fix it. Once again, he couldn't breathe correctly as that crushing feeling returned to his lungs. This feeling has vanished for those few minutes he was with you again.

"Maybe you don't even deserve her," he told himself as he walked back inside alone, thinking about how for a minute there, you'd loved him back.

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Oh, Bradley. Oh, you sweet thing. Should I add one more part? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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Character Name Ideas that Start With the Letter A

-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.

Male:

Alistair

Archer

Asher

Ambrose

Arlo

Adrien

Allen

Arthur

Archie

Ace

Anthony

Andrew

Aaron

Adam

Ayden

Axel

Alejandro

Augustus

Andre

Atticus

Angelo

Apollo

Alvin

Austin

Amos

Ames

Alarick

August

Alexander

Aiden

Austin

Asa

Adler

Ashton

Atlas

Anderson

Ali

Aslan

Ansel

Alec

Abe

Female:

Adelaide "Ada"

Althea

Alexandria

Anne

Addison

Amalia

Amaryllis

Amelia

Abigail

Anneliese "Annie"

Adaline

Adalyn

Alessia

Alexa

Alexis

Ariella

Arabella

Ashley

Aubrey

Ava

Audrey

Alma

Autumn

Alice

Adelle

Agnes

Avril

Adelina

Aurora "Rory"

Aurelia "Aurie"

Alexandryn

Anaïs

Aela

Amber

Abbie

Asha

Aaliyah

Avari

Amari

Alina

Ainsley

Arianna

Acantha

Alana

Angelina

Ariella

Aria

Aleah

Gender-Neutral:

Ari

Avery

Artemis

Aspen

Aiko

Arwen

Ash

August

Asa

Arti

Aida

Asura

Arrow

Addison

Alex/Alix

Andy

Aaryn

Ainsley

Adaire

Aden

Avi

Amor

Azura

Alexi

Akita

[deerainy]

unpopular opinion it's 4am and ill regret it idc but when I first watched mizumono I didn't cry because Abigail died, I knew she would die, I expected it, I cried because I felt bad for Hannibal.. I also cried because I felt bad for Will. I equally felt for them, don't ask me to pick a side because they're both the archers and the preys, they're both hurting each other, loving it and hating it at the same time and that's who they are. (PLS LISTEN TO WHO WE ARE BY HOZIER TO GET IT EVEN MORE) Hannibal trusted Will, and Will betrayed him. Will wasn't ready and his own internal battle which is already painful resulted in him losing someone he loved. I need to add also that Abigail saw Hannibal as a father figure more than she saw Will as one. It was one sided. Will's desire to save Abigail and be her father led to her end. If Hannibal hadn't killed her, he might have and don't say 'Will would never kill Abigail'... Will as much as a killer as Hannibal is. No matter how hard he would have tried to save her, she was going to die and there was no other outcome possible. Will saving Abigail was like Hannibal giving Alana a choice to leave or stay except he didn't even have time to give Abigail the choice and she lived on borrowed time just like Alana.. Idk if that makes any sense I'm too tired for this and I'll probably wake up and read this and be like girl wtf was I on I want to add more but I van no longer type

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Done :)

Hope you guys like them 💝

1. Abigail Baines - @chelleinyy

2. Bernadine Rochester - @asharkapologist

3. Jack Archer - @gachaclubideas

4. Karen Knight (genderbent) - @anxietyfluffy

5. Gail Harper - @blenderscientist

6. Zoe Kusama - @dinamo123xpq

7. Velma Bannister- @totojo2

8. James Savage - @katrinahood

9. Zara Tien - @cheriemarii

10. Arthur Darkwood - @alexlesuagz

11. Elliot Clayton - @blueberry84 + @turtlethebean

12. Freddy Stewart - @4n0th3r-m4st3rm1nd

13. Rex Logan - @babyzassou26

14. Jarvis Donne - @questionablemarkii

❗️ Please let me know if anyone’s request is missing ❗️

Also, I’m deeply sorry for the low quality ones, but I genuinely didn’t have any drawing ideas for those whatsoever.

[wyattsminne]

Hello! I'm a trans/queer FFXIV player that finally bit the bullet and made a tumblr account for my WoL OC. My pronouns are any/all and most people call me Sis, Abby, or Abigail, but honestly, I'm okay if you refer to me some other way!

I made this as a medium for exploring and exercising my creative side, but I may at times just be a calm lurker reblogging and talking about non-FFXIV stuff. If you ever want to visit me in-game, you can find me on Primal (Excalibur) under the name Sister Abigail (yes, for those who recognize the name, it is in fact a wrestling reference).

I plan over time to provide more information about Abby, but if you want to know more, ask any questions you want and I'll do my best to answer them!

My OC: Abigail Wyatt

Abby is a young Midlander that found a life with the Archers' Guild housed in Gridania. Having lived in the Twelveswood city-state, Abby gained a fascination with the elements, eventually learning how to infuse those elements into her own artistry with her bow.

[allamericanb-tch]

taylor swift songs that aren’t about her exes

mean - regarding people saying she doesn’t write her own songs 

long live - dedicated to her band and her fans

never grow up - dedicated to her younger self

you are in love - written for jack antanoff and his partner

blank space - satirical song written about the media painting her as a serial dater and insane woman

shake it off - ignore the haters

a place in this world - feelings regarding fitting in 

mary’s song - falling in love and settling down (not personal experience)

fifteen - dedicated to 15 year old taylor and abigail

change - bringing change to the world

the best day - about her love to her family

epiphany - dedicated to her grandfather

closure - feud with her old label

marjorie - dedicated to her grandma

miss americana & the heartbreak prince - uses the metaphor of high school to represent the american political situation

me! - just a fun song

the archer - anxiety (represent by the lack of a beat drop)

the man - double standards and misogyny 

tied together with a smile - her friends eating disorder

forever winter - about her friend who overdosed

ronan - dedicated to a little boy who died from cancer

22 - a fun party song

champagne problems - mental health

no body no crime - fun murder mystery song

the lucky one - fame and the struggles that come with it

starlight - dedicated to ethel kennedy

nothing new - insecurities and feeling unwanted

cardigan - made up love triangle from betty’s perspective

betty - james perspective

august - augustine’s perspective

mad woman - female anger / when women are angry they’re painted as “crazy” by society

mirrorball - changing yourself to fit in

this is me trying - burnout

dorothea - presumably about selena gomez

ivy - a story of unrequited love

exile - a story for folklore

cowboy like me - story for evermore

tolerate it - unappreciated love

look what you made me do - feud with the kardashians/jenners

this is why we can’t have nice things - kardashians/jenner feud backstabbing

i did something bad - feud

seven - childhood friends

you belong with me - friend in a toxic relationship but with a romantic twist

hey stephen - a fun love song she wrote as a kid

enchanted - about developing a crush on the guy from owl city

the other side of the door - not about her own love life

willow - casual love song

gold rush - crushing on someone everyone is crushing on and romanticizing them and the idea of a relationship and then ultimately realizing it’s just a fantasy and it fading away

happiness - looking forward to happiness even if there isn’t any right now

evermore - mental health

right where you left me - story for evermore

it’s time to go - encouraging people to leave toxic situations

you need to calm down - gay rights

afterglow

it’s nice to have a friend - having a friend

the 1 - story

my tears ricochet - leaving her old label and breaking ties with scott borchetta

illicit affairs - aNoThEr story

invisible string - story

peace 

hoax - possibly about her old label

the lakes - want to leave the toxicity of social media and run away/escape

superstar - being starstruck

jump then fall - having a crush 

untouchable - cover

love story - romeo and juliet but happy ending

ready for it

delicate

gorgeous

i wish you would

bad blood - feud with katy perry

how you get the girl - tutorial basically

clean - parallels between coming clean and leaving a toxic relationship

new romantics - fun song / youth experience

innocent - kanye / response to his song about her (“i made that b**** famous”)

i’m only me when i’m with you - dedicated to friends and family

christmas tree farm - childhood

call it what you want - reputation

new year’s day

only the young - used for political campaign for democrats

today was a fairytale - for a movie

sweeter than fiction - for a movie

both of us

beautiful ghosts - for a movie

renegade - hurting someone when they try to help you

breathe - growing apart from friends

eyes open - for a movie

safe and sound - for a movie

crazier - for a movie

the last great american dynasty - rebekah harkness (previous owner of her rhode island home)

i don’t wanna live forever - for a movie

the way i loved you - inspired by the notebook

teardrops on my guitar - about a crush

better than revenge

speak now - story

everything has changed

run

better man - wrote for little big town

ours

wildest dreams

message in a bottle

death by a thousand cuts - based on a movie (someone great)

soon you’ll get better - moms cancer

dancing with our hands tied - about how she didn’t want to put joe through the harassment she gets from the media but him refusing to break up with her

carolina - for a movie

lavender haze - addressing public opinions and rumors about her relationship with joe

you’re on your own kid - takes you through her life

karma - scooter braun

bejeweled — confidence

dear reader — advice

sweeter than fiction - written for a movie

only the young — political injustice

when emma falls in love — emma (stone)

castles crumbling — september 2009 vma’s 

timeless — written about her grandmas first love

clara bow

i hate it here

thanK you aIMee

cassandra

the bolter

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in April 2024 🌈

🌈 Good morning, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Spring on the Peninsula - Ery Shin 🧡 When I Arrived at the Castle - Emily Carroll 💛 Bloodline - Jenn Alexander 💚 Grey Dog - Elliott Gish 💙 Every Time You Hear That Song - Jenna Voris 💜 I'm in Love with the Villainess v. 2 - Inori and Hanagata ❤️ The Caravaggio Syndrome - Alessandro Giardino 🧡 Leather, Lace, and Locs - Anne Shade 💛 Firebugs - Nico Bulling 💙 I Married My Female Friend v.2 - Shio Usui 💜 The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray - Christine Calella 🌈 A Sweet Sting of Salt - Rose Sutherland ❤️ The Selected Shepherd: Poems - Reginald Shepherd 🧡 Rough Trade - Katrina Carrasco 💛 Aubrey McFadden is Never Getting Married - Georgia Beers 💚 Taming of a Rebel - Eada Friesian 💙 Dayspring - Anthony Oliveira 💜 The Titanic Survivors Book Club - Timothy Schaffert ❤️ Orphia And Eurydicius - Elyse John 🧡 The Fellowship of Puzzlemakers - Samuel Burr 💛 A Good Happy Girl - Marissa Higgins 💙 Winnie Nash Is Not Your Sunshine - Nicole Melleby 💜 Here We Go Again - Alison Cochrun 🌈 Women! In! Peril! - Jessie Ren Marshall

❤️ Blood City Rollers - V. P. Anderson and Tatiana Hill 🧡 The Prospects - KT Hoffman 💛 Crazy Like a Fox: Adventures in Schizophrenia - Christi Furnas 💚 WATCHNIGHT - Cyree Jarelle Johnson 💙 Love From The Sidelines - Tuesday Harper 💜 The Pleasure in Pain - Roxie Voorhees ❤️ Mal - Perla Zul 🧡 The Black Girl Survives in This One - Desiree S. Evans and Saraciea J. Fennell 💛 Darker by Four - June C.L. Tan 💙 Otherworldly - F.T. Lukens 💜 Hearts Still Beating - Brooke Archer 🌈 Tryst Six Venom - Penelope Douglas

❤️ Teenage Dirtbags - James Acker 🧡 The Heart Wants What It Wants - D.M. Batten 💛 Something Kindred by Ciera Burch 💚 Sheine Lende - Dr. Darcie Little Badger & Rovina Cai 💙 Rainbow Overalls - Maggie Fortuna 💜 Flowers for Dead Girls - Abigail Collins ❤️ Canto Contigo - Jonny Garza Villa

❤️ Court of Wanderers - Rin Chupeco 🧡 Molten Death - Leslie Karst 💛 Triad Magic - ‘Nathan Burgoine 💚 You, Me and Bad Movies - Twoony 💙 The Faithful Dark - Cate Baumer 💜 A Case for Discretion - Ashley Moore ❤️ Party of Fools - Cedar McCloud 🧡 The Last Love Song - Kalie Holford 💛 This is Me Trying - Racquel Marie 💙 Dear Wendy - Ann Zhao 💜 Sun Eater - Dre Levant 🌈 The Breakup Lists - Adib Khorram

❤️ Bad Dream - Nicole Maines & Rye Hickman 🧡 If We Were Stars - Eule Grey 💛 The Broken Lines of Us - Shia Woods 💚 Eye of the Ouroboros - Megan Bontrager 💙 Henry Henry - Allen Bratton 💜 Dear Bi Men - JR Yussuf ❤️ Paige Not Found - Jen Wilde 🧡 Mechanic Shop Femme’s Guide to Car Ownership - Chaya Milchtein 💛 Wide Awake Now - David Levithan 💙 Merciless Saviors - H.E. Edgmon 💜 Smile and Be a Villain - Yves Donlon 🌈 Crash Landing - Charmaine Anne Li

❤️ Call Forth a Fox - Markelle Grabo 🧡 Central Avenue Poetry Prize 2024 - Beau Adler 💛 Good Bones - Aurora Rey 💚 Curiosities - Anne Fleming 💙 Someone You Can Build a Nest in - John Wiswell 💜 Revisiting Summer Nights - Ashley Bartlett ❤️ Bright Spring - Emmaline Strange

❤️ Girls Night - I.S. Belle 🧡 Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings 💛 Withered - A.G.A. Wilmot 💚 A Wolf Steps in Blood - Tamara Jerée 💙 It Always Finds Me - Anthology 💜 Dulhaniyaa - Talia Bhatt ❤️ Moon Dust in My Hairnet - JR Creaden 🧡 Blood Justice - Terry J. Benton-Walker 💛 Relinquishing Control - J.J. Arias

❤️ Selamlik - Khaled Alesmael 🧡 Houseswap 101 - Jaime Clevenger 💛 Earthflown by Frances Wren & Litarnes 💚 Covenant v.1 - LySandra Vuong 💙 Honey - Victor Lodato 💜 The Dragonfly Gambit - A.D. Sui ❤️ Double Dyno - Sharon K Angelici & Taylor Rose

[eliaswoodt]

The Name List

Organized from A-Z (yes I will add more names whenever I find more I like, probably in reblogs)

I currently have 1035 names (and that’s only including the first names. I have a list of last names, too.)

Angel, Atticus, Atlas, Apollo, Ares, Athena, Achilles, Artemis, Adonis, Avery, Aubrey, Aubry, Aceline, Ashlynn, Aislinn, Anjanette, Arthur, Archer, Addison, Arrietty, Amity, Autumn, Alastor, Alastair, Alasdair, Alistair, Alison, Arren, Arin, Astra, Aoife, Adalyn, Adeleine, Astoria, Agnes, Angus, Abigail, Ann, Anne, Ambrose, Adeline, Avarsel, Agatha, Ari, Azariah, Aniyah, Armani, Anastasia, Annabelle, Adah, Adelaide, Avis, Amelia, August, Axel, Adelina, Amir, Amin, Ayala, Arne, Averett, Adil, Astro, Ava, Anti, Ailun, Akemi, Asahi, Akari, Asako, Atsuko, Azumi, Aka, Aren, Akko

Blossom, Bambi, Babs, Bo, Bella, Blair, Bea, Bonnabel, Badeea, Betty, Bailey, Boris, Bee, Bugs, Blaise, Benjamin, Bog, Buford, Beatrice, Bryce, Bryan, Bazil, Brutus, Bellamy, Brigitte, Bailee, Bailey, Bao, Belladona, Belladonna, Bell, Bill, Bishop, Bones, Boneothy, Benno, Behemoth, Barry, Bellynn, Bowie, Bunki

Clover, Canyon, Cleo, Cameron, Celestial, Celestino, Ciro, Camilo, Cain, Charlotte, Clara, Corey, Cin, Charlie, Cassidy, Chiara, Callista, Cisco, Cynthia, Casper Clinton, Celestina, Clement, Christopher, Cornelius, Clifford, Claudius, Carey, Carrie, Coatl, Cyrus, Cyril, Cecil, Caisus, Castiel, Calla, Cosmos, Cherry, Cheryl, Crowley, Crow, Cassius, Cliodna, Clíodhna, Cliona, Conan, Cordelia, Calypso, Cas, Cillian, Chiyo, Chiaki, Chihiro, Calcifer

Danny, Darlene, Dex, Dot, Diana, Daphne, Demeter, Daedalus, Daeddel, Darphel, Dawn, Derrick, Derek, Dravan, Dravid, Drae, Dallas, Dimas, Dominic, Damien, Drew, Delilah, Dakota, Darian, Darius, Darwin, Devan, Darla, Dagmar, Daelyn, Dale, Dae, Dacey, Desmond, Dabria, Daniel, Daniela, Danialla, David, Davis, Donnel, Dennis, Demitrius, Delaney, Daiki, Daiyu

Everest, Emery, Ember, Elliott, Elliot, Earlana, Eliseo, Ezequiel, Emie, Evan, Eloise, Eric, Emmet, Elizabeth, Eugene, Ethan, Eret, Ester, Elias, Eos, Ellis, Edwin, Ebony, Elijah, Eliza, Enzo, Elissa, Edward, Eddalyn, Esther, Eda, Edalyn, Edalynn, Edison, Eddison, Estervan, Emma, Eden, Erfan, Eun-hae, Erytheia, Egan, Errol, Eiichi, Eiji, Eriko, Etsu, Etsuko, Eiichiro, Ezume

Flint, Finn, Fae, Fred, Fritz, Fang, Frankie, Frank, Fermin, Freddie, Freddy, Finley, Freya, Fai, Felix, Freda, Faolan, Frey, Feylynn, Faelynn, Failynn, Felipa, Febby, Febbie, Febie, Feby, Flynn, Fuji, Feiyu, Fukiko, Fumitaka, Fumito, Fuyuko

Griffin, Garnet, Gothi, Gertrude, Gabe, Grant, Giovanni, George, Gage, Gregory, Gabriel, Gabrielle, Guy, Gilbert, Guadalupe, Gerry, Grey, Gray, Gia, Grace, Gracian, Gracis, Gracie, Gretel, Gideon, Griffilow, Ghost, Ghazaleh, Gavin, Gryphon, Griffith, Goliath, Grayson, Greyson

Harmony, Hannah, Harlei, Harlie, Haritha, Haris, Harry, Harlan, Harvey, Hadrian, Harley, Hari, Harlow, Howl, Hank, Harper, Herbert, Humphrey, Hestia, Helios, Hephaestus, Hollis, Hunter, Hero, Henry, Helda, Hajar, Hasta, Hadis, Howard, Howie, Hannan, Haoyu, Hisako, Hachi, Hiroto, Hoshiko, Honoka, Hiroshi, Hiro, Haitao, Hamako, Haruhi, Harue, Hayate, Hide, Hideyo, Hidetaka, Hisaye, Hisayo, Heiji, Higari

Ivy, Ivey, Ivo, Ida, Iris, Ilyssa, Illy, Irene, Iren, Isaiah, Ira, Idelle, Ivan, Illaoi, Isabel, Isabell, Isabelle, Isobell, Isabella, Ismelda, Io, Ismael, Isolt, Icarus, izuru, Isamu, Itona, Ichiro, Ichiko, Ichigo, Isoko, Ishiko, Isaye, Inari, Ikuko, Itsuki, Itsuko, Inosuke

Juniper, Jupiter, Jinx, Jamie, Javier, Josiah, Joan, Jake, Julia, Jamil, Jamila, Jesse, Jessie, Jess, Jasper, Janus, Jordan, Joshua, Julian, Juilliard, Julius, Juliana, Jeremiah, Jace, June, Junebug, Jazzy, Jackson, Jackie, Jackalynn, Jodie, Johnnie, Jan, Jaime, Jason, Jorge, Justin, Justice, John, Jay, Janelle, James, Jennifer, Jillion, Jill, Jana, Jonah, Jaycee, Jaxen, Junpei, Jona, Jun, Jin

Kenneth, Kat, Kas, Kris, Keith, Kingston, Kaeton, Kingsley, Kent, Katherine, Kyle, Knox, Kristen, Kristin, Kristeen, Kylie, Kaylee, Kamila, Kehlani, Kendall, Kerry, Kry, Kenny, Kath, Kathleen, Krow, Kix, Kedrick, Kennon, Klaus, Killian, Korallia, Krank, Kaz, Kaede, Kirara, Katsuhiko, Keisuke, Kanako, Kenji, Kaemon, Kamin, Katsu, Kaki, Kazane, Kazuyuki, Kazushige, Kenta, Kei, Kimi, Kin, Kohako, Koichi, Kota, Koji, Koharu, Kosuke, Kuma, Kumi, Kuniko, Kuniyuki, Kideko, Kazuko

Lullaby, Lotte, Lapin, Lorelei, Loralai, Lorelai, Luna, Lily, Lucy, Lee, Liana, Lola, Lethe, Lance, Laurence, Luther, Luca, Lennon, Logan, Lennox, Ilias, Liu, Lui, Luis, Lefu, Liam, Lyall, Lowell, Luella, Leona, Leonie, Leon, Lev, Lincoln, Lin, Link, Laverna, Lazarus, Lewis, Louis, Louise, Levi, Leslie, Lesley, Leilana

Marley, Marlai, Mei, May, Mae, Marceline, Marshall, Marshalee, Millie, Mallorie, Marcela, Melanie, Maddison, Mary, Mirabel, Marsh, Murphy, Montgomery, Mildred, Memphis, Molly, Maverick, Maurice, Muiris, Morgen, Max, Moses, Marion, Merrill, Monroe, Melanthios, Maxwell, Matias, Melissa, Maëlle, Marlene, Meredith, Maybelle, Margaret, Maeve, Moss, Mara, Maria, Myrtle, Mona, Mark, Markus, Michael, Micheal, Michelle, Mahsa, Minoo, Mehdi, Mohammad, Matin, Morpheus, Marlowe, Monica, Marilia, Magnus, Malachi, Malachy, Maggie, Makoto, Megumi, Mio, Maemo, Maemi, Masa, Masaaki, Masashi, Michi, Midori, Michinori, Momo, Motoko

Natasha, Noelle, Noni, Neville, Nixon, Neda, Natalio, Ned, Nausicaä, Noxis, Nova, Nathen, Newt, Noah, Nash, Nox, Nathara, Nathaira, Nathair, Nyoka, Nagisa, Nathan, Nate, Nik, Nick, Naohiro, Naoko, Nara, Natsu, Naoya, Nishi, Nobuko, Nori

Olindo, Ollie, Oliver, Ophelia, Odysseus, Orion, Osono, Oxen, Onyx, Otto, Ottoline, Otitile, Ottavia, Octavio, Olivia-Marie, Oakley, Omar, Olivia, Oscar, Octavian, Octavia, Oz, Octavius, Otta, Oisin, Orson, Orlos, Osiris, Owen, Odalis, Odell, Ozuru

Penelope, Patton, Paddy, Percy, Paulie, Page, Pazu, Phoebe, Phebe, Prairie, Porter, Parlay, Pally, Piper, Parker, Payton, Phil, Paul, Philip, Pyre, Piers, Phylis, Patricia, Payne, Payneton, Pip

Quinn, Quincy, Quil, Quinley, Quinstin, Quinlan, Quillen, Quavon, Quaylon, Quensley, Qing, Qrow, Quilla, Quianna, Quita, Qiao, Quinella, Queenie, Qaylah, Qailah, Qitarah, Quenby, Qadira, Qudsiyah, Quan, Qian, Quinby, Quella

Roseline, Raul, Rahul, Rafael, Roque, Rogelio, Remmy, Rei, Rey, Ray, Robin, Ro, Reika, Rowen, Rowan, Rose, Rosie, Ralsei, Riley, Remus, Rosalyn, Rosalin, Rosaline, Renata, Ron, Rat, Ratt, Reef, Roxy, River, Reed, Rufus, Robbie, Renee, Rivia, Ross, Rex, Ruth, Rosemary, Rosabe, Rosabee, Rosabell, Rosabelle, Rosabel, Rai, Rain, Rosella, Rosalie, Rhody, Robert, Raelinn, Rebane, Ren, Rollin, Ralph, Roxanne, Rox, Roderick, Reginald, Reggie, Rio, Ryu, Ryo, Ryoji, Rinmaru

Sage, Sam, Syd, Selkie, Storig, Sal, Sirius, Summer, Susie, Scott, Sunni, Sosuke, Sophie, Satsuki, Sheeta, San, Sulley, Sully, Savannah, Sappho, Selene, Shaw, Sean, Seán, Shaun, Sawyer, Sabrina, Sebastian, Shane, Stan, Socks, Snom, Stolas, Spencer, Sammie, Stevie, Samus, Sarff, Sullivan, Seth, Susiebell, Susiebelle, Sadreddin, Shellaine, Sverre, Saoirse, Sylvania, Sanae, Silas, Sumi, Shiori, Shinzu, Sile

Toby, Tobias, Teddy, Ted, Tomas, Thomas, Tomothy, Tyche, Taiga, Tundra, Tracy, Timothy, Troy, Tatum, Tommie, Tommy, Theia, Tae, Trix, Trixy, Thanathos, Tod, Todd, Toddy, Tora, Torie, Theodore, Theo, Theophania, Talos, Thanatos, Teddy, Tomohito, Tazu, Tanjirou, Touya

Ulysses, Urijah, Uriyah, Urina, Ukiah, Ulnar, Ursula, Ulric

Virgil, Vanessa, Vito, Venacio, Vylad, Veronica, Valentina, Violet, Velma, Venus, Verna, Veld, Victoria, Victorie, Vinyl, Vincent, Vasuki, Vex, Valor, Valentine, Valerie, Valeria, Valerius, Vitoria, Vic, Victor, Vik, Vikktor, Viktor, Vick, Vicky, Vicke, Vickie, Vidya

Wynn, Willow, Warren, Wilbur, Wylie, Will, Walle, Whisp, Wade, Wendell, Wendy, Willard, Wes, Wallace, Wilber, Wyatt, Wybie, Wynnie, Wennie, Winnie, Wynnston, Wynston, Wynsten, Wiles

Xenophon, Xuan, Xio, Xori, Xanthos, Xander, Xavier

Yen, Yukio, Yae, Yoko, Yume, Yaeko, Yui, Yuzuki

Zane, Zana, Zion, Zachary, Zach, Zachariah, Zander, Ziana, Zoe, Zula, Zenix, Zenith, Zaharia, Zaria, Zack, Zakaeia, Zara, Zakaria, Zev, Zaira, Zanata

[thousandfireworks]

Authors whose books you have to avoid because they are problematic.

Abigail Hing Wen.

Alex Aster.

Alice Hoffman.

Alice Oseman.

Alison Win Scotch. ‘Terrorism is never acceptable. Not in Israel.’

Allie Sarah.

Amber Kelly.

Amy Harmon.

Annabelle Monaghan.

Anna Akana.

Aurora Parker.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

Brandon Sanderson. Islamophobic.

Carissa Broadbent. Said that hamas is doing violence against innocence.

Chloe Walsh. Siding with Israel in the name of humanity.

Christina Lauren. Believe that Israel is the victim. A racist, also Islamophobic.

Colleen Hoover.

Cora Reilly. Travel to Israel despite criticism.

Danielle Bernstein. Islamophobic.

Danielle Lori.

Deke Moulton. Said hamas is terrorist.

Dian Purnomo.

Eliza Chan.

Elle Kennedy.

Elyssa Friedland.

Emily Henry.

Emily Mclntire.

Emily St. J. Mandel. Admiring Israel.

Gabrielle Zevin. Wrote a book about anti-Palestine. Mentioned Israel multiple times without context on his book.

Gregory Carlos. Israeli author. A zionist.

Hannah Whitten.

Hazel Hayes. Reposted a post about October 7th.

Heidi Shertok.

Jamie McGuire.

Jay Shetty. ‘Violence is happening in Israel.’

Jean Meltzer.

Jeffery Archer. Wrote a book with a mc Israel operative (mossad) in a positive and anti terrorist light.

Jennifer Hartman. Liked a post about pro-Israel.

Jen Calonita.

Jessa Hastings.

Jill Santopolo. Said that Israel has right to exist and fight back.

John Green.

Jojo Moyes.

J. Elle.

J. K. Rowling. Support genocide. Racist. Islamophobic.

Kate Canterbery.

Kate Stewart.

Katherine Howe.

Katherine Locke.

Kristin Hannah. Support Israel. Shared a donation link.

Laini Taylor.

Laura Thalassa. Islamophobic.

Lauren Wise. Cussed that Palestinian supporters would be raped in front of children.

Lea Geller. Thanked people who supports Israel.

Leigh Dragoon. Islamaphobic and anti Asian racist rants on Twitter and threads

Leigh Stein.

Lilian Harris. A racist. Blocking people who educates about colonialism in Palestine and call them disgusting.

Lisa Barr. A daughter of Holocaust survivor. Support Israel.

Lisa Kennedy Montgomery.

Lisa Steinke.

Liz Fenton.

Lynn Painter. Afraid of getting cancelled as a pro-Palestine and posted a template afterwards.

L. J. Shen. Her husband joins idf (Israel army).

Mariana Zapata.

Marie Lu.

Marissa Meyer.

Melissa de la Cruz.

Michelle Cohen Corasanti.

Michelle Hodkin. Spread false rumors about arab-hamas. Islamophobic.

Mitch Albom. ‘We shouldn't blame Israel for surviving attacks or defending against them.’

Monica Murphy. Siding with Israel.

Naomi Klein.

Navah Wolfe.

Neil Gaiman. Suggested Palestinians unite with Israel and become citizens.

Nicholas Sparks.

Nic Stone. Talked nonsense that children in Palestinian refugee camp are training to be martyrs for Allah because they felt it was their call in life.

Nyla K.

Olivia Wildenstein. Blocking people who disagree with Israel wrongdoing.

Pamela Becker.

Penelope Douglas.

Pierce Brown.

Rachel Lynn Solomon.

Rebecca G. Martinez.

Rebecca Yarros. ‘I despise violence’ her opinion about what's happening in Gaza. Blocking people who calls her a zionist.

Rena Rossner.

Renee Ahdieh.

Rick Riordan.

Rina Kent.

Rivka (noctem.novelle).

Rochelle Weinstein.

Romina Garber. ‘These terrorist attacks do nothing to improve the lives of Palestinians people.’

Roshani Chokshi. Encourage people to donate to Israel.

Samantha Greene Woodruff.

Sarah J. Mass. Her book contained ideology of zionism.

Stephanie Garber. Promoting books by zionist author (Sarah J. Mass)

Skye Warren.

Sonali Dev.

Talia Carner.

Tarryn Fisher. Said ‘there was terrorist attack in Israel.’

Taylor Jenkins Reid. Posted a video about genocide.

Tere Liye. Rumoured to have ghoswriters to write his books and never give credit to them.

Tillie Cole.

Tracy Deon.

Trinity Traveler (Ade Perucha Hutagaol). Rumour to wrote book about handsome Israelis.

T. J. Klune.

Uri Kurlianchik.

Veronica Roth.

Victoria Aveyard. ‘Israel has the right to exist.’ quote from her about the issue.

V. E. Schwab. Shared a donation link and video about Israel.

Yuval Noah. ‘Israel has the right to do anything to defend themselves.’

Zibby Owens.

[elliewilliamslover]

The Archer

6. Do you mind?

Here is the Masterlist for this story

November 9th of 2034...

Y/n was in the back of a moving covered truck along with Owen, Abigail, Mel and the rest of the Salt Lake crew with Manny driving. A firefly pendant with the name Y/n L/n moved slightly with every movement the truck had made. She looked down at her feet, moving them from side to side every so often. Looking around at everyone sitting and quietly talking, then taking the firefly pendant around her neck off, holding it in her hands to fidget with it. A loud clink, followed by loud silence could be heard throughout the back of the truck as Y/n dropped the dog tag on the floor.

She quickly retrieved it off the ground, securing it back around her neck, looking at everyone who was looking at her. There weren't many as most of them went back to looking around or doing their own things, except for Abby Anderson. She had her eyes dead set on Y/n. She wouldn't lie and say she wasn't somewhat scared of her cause she was. After their first encounter at the hospital in Spring, they were separated, one side of the hospital was Abby's territory, the other was Y/n's. After the handprints of Abby's hands on her neck had faded away, taking three to four weeks to do so as Abby had been trying to choke her to her death, Owen had tried to get them to be in the same room together, which didn't end well.

"Why the fuck is she still here?" "Oh, like your everyone's cup of fucking sunshine." "Dump her in the city, see how long she lasts looking like that." "Looking like what? I can't possibly look as bad as you." Those were the only words heard throughout the small hospital cafeteria. "Get her out of here, I can't be in the same room with her." "Fuck you, Anderson." "Say my last name again, see what happens you cruel bitch." Abby yelled at Y/n, Manny starting to walk up to Abby, getting ready to take the blonde girl out of the room, Owen doing the same with Y/n. "Fuck you Abigail Anderson." Y/n yelled at her as they got escorted out of the cafeteria and walked back to their rooms.

"This is gonna take ages." Owen said under his breath, sighing. "She'll come around soon, and so will you, you do realize that you have to put in work too if you want this to work out." He said as they reached Y/n's room in one of the hospital wings. "I will if she does." Y/n responded plainly, scoffing at his words, sitting on the bed that had become her's in a little over three weeks. Moving back till she hit the backboard, putting her knees in her chest, resting her chin on them and focusing on the ground, ignoring Owen when he sat in a seat near a wall. A couple silent minutes went by until Owen asked her a question.

"What's going on in that brain of yours?" She let out a small chuckle, moving her focus onto him. "I'm just thinking." Y/n responded, looking down at her mom's bandanna tied around her wrist. "About what?" "My mom." She said turning back to him. "What was her name?" Owen asked hesitantly, looking her in the eye. "Tess. She had me four years after the world went to shit. She was an amazing mom. She cared about me so much, more than anyone else. She died almost a year ago. At the beginning of summer, we were taking Ellie, the immune girl, to the capitol building in Boston. We were gonna deliver her to the fireflies like Marlene said to, but when we got there, they were all dead and my mom kept saying how she wasn't going anywhere. Ellie then realized she was infected and it was true. She had a bite mark near her neck and we had to leave without her. I haven't spoke of or about her again until now."

"I'm sorry." He said, getting up from the chair to go sit on the bed. "Don't be, you didn't have anything to do with it." She said, moving her legs into a criss-cross position, fidgeting with her hands. "Same goes for you, you didn't have anything to do with what went on here. Like I said, it'll take time for Abby, she lost her dad, and so did-" "He's not my dad anymore, he never really acted like one." Y/n said to Owen, going back to fidgeting with her hands. "I wanted to give you something." Owen said, holding a closed hand out to her. She put her hand under his and he dropped a firefly dog tag in it. She inspected it, the name 'Y/n L/n.' was on the back of the pendant. "Since you're one of us now, I thought you might want one of those. I hope you don't mind that I put a different last name on there, thought you wouldn't want your original one there." He said, smiling at her. "Thank you, for everything you and the rest of your friends have done for me, it means everything to me." She said, giving him a side hug. "You're one of us now Y/n, one of our friends." He said, patting her on the back.

"That was the most cliche thing I've ever heard." Y/n said, laughing as he got off the bed and walked to the door. "I'm gonna go check on Ab's, I'll be back in a bit, maybe go see what Leah, Mel or Nora are doing when you get bored." And with that said, he left.

"Do you mind?" Y/n asked the blue eyed girl, who wouldn't stop staring in her direction. Abby slowly looked away from her, focusing on the ground. "Guys, we gotta stop for a bit, have to get some diesel out of these trucks up here." Manny said as the truck came to a halt, everyone got out to take a bathroom break. Y/n got out and walked for a minute into some greenery, checking around every now and then to make sure no one was around or infected. She sat down on a rock and listened to the birds in the trees chirping, taking out a knife from her bag, she grabbed a stick off the ground and started sharpening it to a point. As she was doing so, she heard a twig snap not too far away from her making her jump to her feet, looking behind her. When Y/n saw nothing, she turned around only to feel the knife taken out of her hand and held at her throat. When she looked into eyes, she saw the blue eyed girl holding her knife to her neck.

"What the fuck Anderson?" She said, hands now trembling. "You think you can just become one of us and make snarky comments at me like you're all high and mighty? Guess what, that shit is not gonna fly with me, I don't see you as a threat, I only see you as a mouse in a cat chase." She said in an aggressive tone to the girl against the tree who was now slightly bleeding on her neck with the small pressure Abby put on the knife. "I'm just a girl, trying to survive, I'm not a fucking threat." Y/n said as best as she could, holding her arms out to her side as a sign that she's not going to do anything.

"Really? Cause if you're fucking lying to my face right now and it turns out that you're actually a threat, your gonna be on your knees, begging for your life as I hold a gun to that pretty little face of yours." She said, lightly dragging the knife across Y/n's neck, a small whimper could be heard from Y/n as she squinted her eyes shut to block out the pain. Abby soon takes the knife off her neck, folding it, then throwing it onto the rock Y/n was sitting on before she came. "Your getting one fucking chance, you fuck it up, you're dead. You get it, Miller?" She said to the girl who was still against the tree, shaking. Y/n nods her head fast, eyes glued shut. "Good. We leave in five." Abby said, then diapered the way she came from. Y/n slid down the tree, sitting at the trunk, wiping a small amount of blood off her neck. She sat for some moments, gaining her composure. She took her knife, placing it in her pocket and starting back towards the trucks. 

She never got to take a bathroom break.

March 2038...

"Mel, your back." Abby said, moving Mel's backpack to see blood and a big gouge. "Holy shit Mel." Y/n said, looking at her back. The truck pulled into the back of the infirmary, letting Mel and a soldier off the truck. Abby had helped Mel down the truck, turning around to grab her backpack, giving it to her. Meanwhile, Y/n couldn't take her eyes off her as she watched Abby's bicep as it flexed while she handed Mel her pack. Abby turned her head to look at Y/n out of the corner of her eye making Y/n catch on that she was, she quickly looked at the apartment building they were slowly approaching. 

When they came to a stop, Manny, Abby and Y/n got out of the back as a soldier took Alice to a kennel. Manny and Abby talked for a bit as Y/n took a walk around the parking lot filled with military vehicles. She walked up the stairs and draped her arms on a railing looking at Abby having a conversation with Manny. When she turned to the door to enter, she saw a shiny circle on the ground next to her foot. Y/n picked it up and inspected it, she flipped it around and read the back of it. "California, 2001." She said to herself.

Manny and Abby soon came up the stairs and saw Y/n leaning on the wall twirling something in her hand. "Whatcha got there Y/n?" Manny said to her, pointing at her hand. "I got a little gift for the princess." She said, holding a closed hand out to her. She put her hand under Y/n's and she dropped the coin in it. "Shit, thanks Y/n, 2001." Abby said, putting it in her bag then giving her a side hug. Walking into the FOB, they turned left and saw a WLF soldier. "Hey, we're checking in." Y/n said, looking at the girl standing, writing on a piece of paper. "Hey you three." "What you got for us?" "No assignment, just says report to Isaac." She said looking at the paper. "The three of us?" Manny said, looking at Y/n and Abby then back to the soldier. "Yeah." She said, writing down that they had showed up. Y/n took another walk about, trying to avoid going into the torture-building. "Y/n!" Abby said, calling her over. "Coming." She responded, sighing. They walked through the infirmary and saw Mel getting stitched up.

"Speak of the devils." They heard in a raspy voice. "Hey Nora." Y/n said, smiling at the girl wearing nurse equipment around her neck. "You guys need to convince this girl to relax." Mel said to the three of them standing around Mel. "Hey Mel, relax." Abby said, making Y/n chuckle. "You got it." She said, clicking her tongue and making a finger gun gesture. "Hey, I need some muscle, could you guys give me a hand with something?" Nora said to Manny, Y/n and Abby. Y/n was confused as to why Nora needed her since she didn't have nearly as much muscle as Manny or Abby. 

They followed her out to another small building that looked similar to the infirmary from the outside. "I need to show you guys something." Nora said, opening the door. "What is it?" "Follow me." As soon as they entered, the smell of rotting meat hit their noses, making them immediately cover their noses in an attempt to block the stench out. "Holy fuck." Y/n said, looking around at all the body bags. "Are these all ours?" Abby said, looking around as well. "Yeah, and more are coming in by the hour." Nora said, leading them into another part.

"You can't tell Mel, all right?" She said, stopping and kneeling in front of a body bag on the ground. "Who's in that body bag?" Abby asked Nora, making Y/n feel even more queasy to her stomach. "Who is it Nora?" She said hoping it's not who she thinks it is. Nora zipped open the bag, pulling the two sides apart for them to see the body. "Holy shit, its Danny." Manny said, making Y/n look away with trembling knees, Abby turned away putting her hands on her hips. "Where's Owen?" Abby said, turning to face Nora. "I don't know, a few days back, there were some Scar sightings out by the marina. Danny and Owen were sent on a sweep. This morning, the guards found Danny collapsed by the perimeter fence. He had walked back with a bullet in his stomach." Nora said with a shaky voice. "¡Pinches Scars! ¡Hijos de puta!" Manny said, zipping the body bag up. 'So what about Owen? Did you ask Isaac what happened?" "I tried, but he gave me that fucking look and told me to keep quiet so you guys can't say shit." "Wheres Isaac?" Y/n said trying to vacate as soon as possible. "We'll be discreet." Abby said, looking at Nora. "Last I heard he was in the apartments.

They entered the building, making a right and walking down the hall. Y/n was ahead of them as they talked. She walked in front of the cells, hearing the Scars muttering words like "It's her..." and many more. Y/n walked up to a cell, only for the Scar in it to back up until they hit the cell next to them. She then walked up to the elevator meeting Abby and Manny there, where a soldier was sitting, reading a book. "Hey guys." "We need to go up." "Isaac's in there, he said to get him when you three arrive, Come on." He said, leading us to a door on the left. He opened it and they saw someone Isaac was torturing, most likely for information. Y/n along with Abby, turned the other way, not wanting to look. The trio and Isaac went into the elevator, Manny and Isaac talking in front of Y/n and Abby. She sneaked glances at Abby whenever she was looking a different way until they made it to the floor.

Walking into one of the apartments, Y/n stood next to Abby as they watched Isaac talk. "There's a big storm a few days out, we're going to use it to mask our approach. You three are going to lead the first wave. Pick your squads, start prepping, except for you Y/n, you're with Abby on this." He said, all of them standing around a map on the table. "We want Owen, when are he and Danny coming back?" Abby said to Isaac, who saw right through her. "Who talked? Nora? No secrets between the Salt Lake crew, right?" He said, grabbing an apple out of a fruit bowl, taking a few bites out of it. "We got one shot at this. This is bigger than any of us, definitely bigger than Owen." Abby crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the floor when he said that. He spoke to her then left. Abby walked up to a window and looked out of it. "Owen wouldn't have killed Danny over some Scar, right?" Y/n said as she looked out the window. Abby turned around, fidgeting with her hands. "What? No, Abby don't."

"I'll be back by morning, you guys just gotta cover for me till then." She said quickly, making Y/n's eyes go straight from the window to Abby's. "Ab's you can't." She said, lightly grabbing the girl's forearm. "If Owen's out there, how in the hell are you going to find him?" He said, watching her and Y/n's eyes trail to the Ferris Wheel. "I know where he'll go." Y/n didn't like Abby's idea at all, but whatever she was thinking,

She wanted in on it.

[lizzardthing]

Ok Fine. Rant about Gillette and Pickles below.

These two. These are the same guy. Ok. I don’t have enough brain power to write something good so here’s a list.

- Traumatized by midwestern (does west virginia count as the midwest? idk) family and traditional living

-Proud owner of a horrible criminal brother

-Voiced by show creator

-Pretty gay, but could bang chicks for the functionality of it

-Has a contentious love/hate relationship with Autistic Dark Haired Main Character

-No one knows how old he is and his past is lengthy and mysterious

-Basically, a hardcore alcoholic

-loves japan (Pickles loves Karate. Gillette loves Sake. idk, that’s all I got)

-Supports the musical careers of friends that can’t actually sing properly

-a little cocaine

-has a sports past (Pickles; karate, Gillette; skiing and I’m also pretty sure it’s heavily implied ballet and cheerleading?)

-No one understands how he’s in the career he’s in but by god he’s doing it

-Very smart but it’s like. A secret. Even if everyone occasionally acknowledges he Did The Smart Thing no one seems to get he’s actually like very intelligent

-Seems pretty selfish and narcissistic but after you understand the company he keeps you’re like oh, he’s actually like the nicest one there

-Show and characters refer to him with feminine traits (Gillette; Ms Archer always calling him a girl, Pickles; the show literally makes him a mother)

Things I also believe- Cyril is Murderface (horny, confused gay loser). Archer is Nathan (autistic douchebag whom I love and is good at one thing only. Also, high school sports). Lana is Abigail (mysteriously into autistic douchebag. Unclear Why. Constantly critiquing herself about this). Toki is Cheryl (sunshine psychopath. Loves drugs and cats). Skwisgaar is Pam (blonde hypersexual who is occasionally literally Godlike). Charles is Krieger (robotic, something is more wrong with him than all the other people who more obviously have something wrong with them). I think quite a few of these could be switched around like. I think equally Charles and Cyril have a lot in common as well as Pam and Murderface. but. PARALLELS PEOPLE. THEYRE COOL.

I also just firmly believe that Pam and Gillette could hang with Dethklok if Dethklok could ignore how obviously gay the two of them are.

[feelinghaunted]

names masterlist.

here’s a masterlist of popular names from each state in the united states. names will be separated by state and by gender, and there will be 5 of the most popular names from each state. i put all of the names on one line to avoid having this end up being too long, and i also included district of columbia. thus, there’s a total of 510 names. if you found this at all helpful, please reblog / like.

ALABAMA.

male.  /  william.  john.  james.  noah.  elijah.  female.  /   olivia.  ava.  amelia.  charlotte.  emma.

ALASKA.

male.  /   oliver.  liam.  wyatt.  lucas.  theodore. female.  /   hazel.  aurora.  eleanor.  evelyn.  isla.

ARIZONA.

male.  /   mateo.  sebastian.  benjamin.  julian.  santiago. female.  /   sophia.  camila.  isabella.  mia.  luna.

ARKANSAS.

male.  /   asher.  hudson.  grayson.  luke.  waylon. female.  /   paisley.  harper.  ella.  elizabeth.  willow.

CALIFORNIA.

male.  /   alexander.  daniel.  ethan.  ezekiel.  aiden. female.  /   gianna.  emily.  mila.  aria.  natalia.

COLORADO.

male.  /   henry.  jack.  owen.  jackson.  ezra. female.  /   avery.  abigail.  scarlett.  nora.  lily.

CONNECTICUT.

male.  /   joseph.  luca.  jacob.  logan.  mason. female.  /   madison.  grace.  penelope.  riley.  hailey.

DELAWARE.

male.  /   michael.  levi.  david.  cameron.  caleb. female.  /   layla.  leilani.  nova.  hannah.  kinsley.

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. 

male.  /   charles.  leo.  samuel.  dylan.  miles. female.  /   maya.  zoe.  naomi.  chloe.  margaret.

FLORIDA.

male.  /   matthew.  gabriel.  jayden.  anthony.  josiah. female.  /  victoria.  valentina.  leah.  ellie.  gabriella.

GEORGIA.

male.  /   carter.  christopher.  thomas.  legend.  joshua.

female.  /  serenity.  skylar.  caroline.  autumn.  willow.

HAWAII.

male.  /   kai.  isaac.  maverick.  isaiah.  elias. female.  /   kaia.  kiana.  elena.  ayla.  leia.

IDAHO.

male.  /   lincoln.  declan.  everett.  calvin.  brooks. female.  /   violet.  oakley.  ruby.  alice.  claire.

ILLINOIS.

male.  /   nolan.  leonardo.  nathan.  ryan.  adam. female.  /   eliana.  lilian.  lucy.  addison.  delilah.

INDIANA.

male.  /   easton.  cooper.  colton.  weston.  emmett. female.  /   everleigh.  ivy.  josephine.  lydia.  stella.

IOWA.

male.  /   ryker.  bennett.  beau.  beckett.  harrison. female.  /   cora.  quinn.  clara.  hadley.  vivian.

KANSAS.

male.  /   silas.  jameson.  andrew.  rhett.  eli. female.  /   emery.  kennedy.  piper.  eloise.  sloane.

KENTUCKY.

male.  /   carson.  sawyer.  kingston.  braxton.  hunter. female.  /   raelynn.  audrey.  emersyn.  sadie.  josie.

LOUISIANA.

male.  /   christian.  wesley.  jace.  amir.  brennan. female.  /   aubree.  demi.  londyn.  remi.  mary.

MAINE.

male.  /   parker.  bentley.  river.  connor.  robert. female.  /   maeve.  magnolia.  freya.  adeline.  madelyn.

MARYLAND.

male.  /   axel.  aaron.  chase.  kayden.  austin. female.  /   genesis.  bella.  brielle.  mackenzie.  ariana.

MASSACHUSETTS.

male.  /   maxwell.  landon.  cole.  rowan.  george. female.  /   sophie.  anna.  julia.  cecilia.  eva.

MICHIGAN.

male.  /   roman.  ali.  blake.  milo.  august. female.  /   brooklyn.  peyton.  savannah.  nevaeh.  melody.

MINNESOTA.

male.  /   arlo.  graham.  louis.  archer.  otto. female.  /   amira.  elsie.  lennon.  wren.  june.

MISSISSIPPI.

male.  /   bryson.  walker.  kyrie.  dawson.  kash. female.  /   harmony.  journee.  summer.  oaklynn.  kylie.

MISSOURI.

male.  /   jeremiah.  dean.  tucker.  jasper.  xavier. female.  /   reagan.  ember.  brynlee.  iris.  amara.

MONTANA.

male.  /   bodhi.  colt.  stetson.  knox.  arthur. female.  /   finley.  aspen.  eliza.  harlow.  jane.

NEBRASKA.

male.  /   barrett.  lane.  ian.  camden.  hayes. female.  /   maria.  eden.  reese.  sutton.  jade.

NEVADA.

male.  /   gael.  emiliano.  ivan.  lorenzo.  ace. female.  /   athena.  ximena.  selena.  alaia.  allison.

NEW HAMPSHIRE.

male.  /   evan.  finnegan.  brayden.  gavin.  max. female.  /   fiona.  rose.  genevieve.  vera.  rosalie.

NEW JERSEY.

male.  /   nicholas.  dominic.  vincent.  zachary.  thiago. female.  /   esther.  sara.  miriam.  rachel.  rivka.

NEW MEXICO.

male.  /   jose.  giovanni.  damian.  angel.  diego. female.  /   ariella.  xiomara.  kaylani.  catalina.  andrea.

NEW YORK.

male.  /   moshe.  abraham.  jonathan.  chaim.  jordan. female.  /   chaya.  alaia.  chana.  sienna.  juliette.

NORTH CAROLINA.

male.  /   micah.  brantley.  tristan.  tyler.  nathaniel. female.  /   kaylee.  alexa.  taylor.  katherine.  bailey.

NORTH DAKOTA.

male.  /   bridger.  daxton.  briggs.  cohen.  paul. female.  /   sylvie.  presley.  alivia.  brynlee.  ada.

OHIO.

male.  /   kevin.  timothy.  brody.  brandon.  grant. female.  /   morgan.  paige.  jenna.  annabelle.  lyla.

OKLAHOMA.

male.  /   malachi.  ryder.  zayden.  maddox.  abel. female.  /   faith.  samantha.  jasmine.  trinity.  alexis.

OREGON.

male.  /   elliot.  jude.  leon.  atlas.  travis. female.  /   juniper.  sydney.  melanie.  charlie.  daisy.

PENNSYLVANIA.

male.  /   sean.  brady.  jason.  colin.  hayden. female.  /   callie.  molly.  teagan.  brianna.  lauren.

RHODE ISLAND.

male.  /   zion.  nico.  enzo.  amari.  theo. female.  /   vivienne.  anastasia.  melody.  valerie.  sage.

SOUTH CAROLINA.

male.  /   kyrie.  king.  ashton.  jayceon.  jaden. female.  /   kendall.  paris.  mariah.  makayla.  saylor.

SOUTH DAKOTA.

male.  /   beckham.  finn.  nash.  holden.  knox. female.  /   thea.  hattie.  octavia.  haisley.  mckenna.

TENNESSEE.

male.  /   justin.  seth.  steven.  kenneth.  mark. female.  /   arabella.  alexandria.  amber.  laura.  amanda.

TEXAS.

male.  /   andres.  matias.  adriel.  victor.  alan. female.  /   arabella.  lucia.  alina.  kimberly.  ariel.

UTAH.

male.  /   nixon.  jett.  peter.  victor.  jonah. female.  /   navy.  adelaide.  millie.  olive.  holland.

VERMONT.

male.  /   griffin.  eric.  felix.  forrest.  spencer. female.  /   aurelia.  bristol.  lila.  phoebe.  mae.

VIRGINIA.

male.  /   bryce.  patrick.  brian.  richard.  kyle. female.  /   katelyn.  cheyenne.  jessica.  aniyah.  michelle.

WASHINGTON.

male.  /   dakota.  jeremy.  derek.  garrett.  jeffrey. female.  /   georgia.  stephanie.  nicole.  alyssa.  jocelyn.

WEST VIRGINIA.

male.  /   trenton.  chandler.  drew.  clayton.  scott. female.  /   destiny.  rebecca.  angelina.  caitlyn.  chelsea.

WISCONSIN.

male.  /   jared.  mitchell.  alec.  brett.  douglas. female.  /   meghan.  christina.  marissa.  danielle.  cassandra.

WYOMING.

male.  /   odin.  zane.  agustus.  talon.  porter. female.  /   maggie.  gracelynn.  willa.  adelina.  tatum.

[reddorkredemption]

Hi! So this is my attempt at writing Jack Marston the epilogue he deserves. This story takes place right after the end of RDR1 and follows a high honor Jack, so he does not become an outlaw.

I’m currently working on chapter 23 of about 30 I have planned.

My Blessed Son

Summary: 

For years, Jack Marston dreamed of killing Edgar Ross, the man who had taken everything from him, who had ruined his life. His obsession with revenge had given him a reason to keep going. But now, after it was done, he was left lost, depressed and without purpose. He was left to navigate life alone with the unforgiving eyes of the law slowly narrowing in on him. Though he soon comes to realize that perhaps he isn’t quite as alone as he thought he would be. A continuation from the end of Red Dead Redemption 1.

Tags/Warnings:

Jack Marston/Original Female Character(s), Jack Marston, Abigail Roberts/Marston, John Marston, Original Female Character(s), Bonnie Macfarlane, Original Male Character(s), Archer Fordham Character Study, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant Mental Health Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

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