#anyway i miss speaking french sometimes. i know i talk to my siblings or parents on the phone but it's not the same

[rapha-reads]

Y'all: French is such a weird language

Me, helping my little sister with her English homework: how the heck did I ever learn English, none of this make sense.

I've been thinking a lot about Sofía Vergara's line in Modern Family lately: "Do you know how frustrating it is to have to translate everything in my head before I say it? To have people laugh in my face because I'm struggling to find the words? Do you know how smart I am in [French]?"

Because, like... mood. It doesn't matter how fluent I am in English, or that my friends don't mock me and are very patient with me when I'm struggling in Spanish. I'm never talking to them in my native language, so do they really know me? They've never heard me actually talk, when you consider it.

Doing my thesis defence half in Spanish half in English only made me all the more aware of how much I don't say because I can't say it.

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 20

Authors Note:                                                                                                So hey guys!! A lot of you figured out my mini-Easter egg when I mentioned New York City. Kudos to you smarties. Let me tell you my tag list is open, because I adore you guys a lot.

“So where's Dick and Cass?” Marinette asked wondering where Dick disappeared off to. He was SUPPOSED to be there on the plane with them. However, once they arrived at the airfield Dick was nowhere to be found. 

Flinching Tim looked up from the business files in his hands. 

Hey while he was gonna be in New York City he may as well look into future business partners and get some more jobs in Gotham. 

“Well uh, Dick he uh decided to stay..home because….” side-eyeing Jason he quickly elbowed him.

Startled while reading his book he took a quick second to decide on a good cover story “because…his ribs still hurt and you know what Bruce is like all overprotective and stuff…so shes babysitting him....” Ugh Tim and Him were going to have to practice on coming up with good cover stories. The whole Keeping the family secret from the family was getting really annoying.

“That sucks, this is my first trip to New York City,” Oblivious to the awful cover stories Marinette continued sketching. She did plan for her class to have a field trip to New York City to tour around. But all those plans went down the drain once she left. Oh well, there loss.  “I'm even going to meet up with my friend Chloe at the hotel!!!” Marinette said excitedly. Chloe sent her an email a day ago about her vacation plans, (her revenge plans too). Marinette was over the moon when she found out that she was going to be there for the Stark Gala too!!!!

Mr.Wayne, her dad, even extended the trip a few days and got her a room, aka suite so Chloe could stay with Marinette more. 

Chloe of course was curious as to who exactly these relatives were. I mean come on they booked a suite at a five-star hotel, in New York City, for Marinette and a Friend.

 Marinette promised to explain everything to her when they were together. 

“She's….the Mayor's daughter right???” Jason asked, trying to change the topic.

Unbeknownst to Marinette, Jason and Dick, before Bruce and Dick fought anyways, convinced Bruce to get Marinette her own suite, so she could do the babysitting job without distractions. It was pretty easy to guilt-trip Bruce once they pulled the “Daughter who you never knew about” card. Guilt-tripping works.

At Marinette's excited nod he added “She’s frikin loaded right?”

“Jason, you realize we’re on a private jet, on our way to New York City, to stay in a five star hotel, to attend the Stark Gala?” Tim teased, flipping through business papers. Bleugh Lex Corp that's a definite pass on that business offer.

“ Yeah right, you guys are attending the Gala” Jason rebutted “I have my own stuff to do Timmers”.  

“Stuff” meaning a top-secret joint mission with Captain Rogers and Black Widow. Working together to take down a drug trafficking ring located in the heart of the city. Working with the Avengers every now and then exhilarating for Jason. Sure the Avengers worked more closely with the Government but they didn't have a universal; “No-Kill” rule.

Which was why Bruce hated joint-missions with the Avengers.

Extra icing on the cake for Jason.

“Excuses” Tim mumbled, upset that Bruce was forcing him to sit the mission out. Something about him being “overworked” pfft. He wasn't drinking coffee that much.

“Speaking of the gala, Marinette you have your dress ready?” He asked. Knowing that Marinette decided to make her own dress for the gala. 

“Yep finished the detailing last night, and have my jewelry and shoes ready,'' Marinette said, patting her suitcase. Mr.Wayne was nice enough to buy her a bunch of fabric and also gifted her a necklace and bracelet to match. He also gave her earrings but she opted out of them since she learned her lesson about taking off her Miraculous. Thank you very much.

“What's with the armbands?” Jason asked, seeing Marinette pack them earlier. He assumed they had something to do with her “babysitting” job. 

“Oh they were Alexei’s, they match with that I'm wearing”

“Your biological mom?”

“Yep, gotta ask Mr. Wayne more about her, I was only barely able to pry so much from my mom” Her mom would get too emotional sometimes when Marinette asked too many questions.  Eventually, she just gave up asking.

“Ha Mr. Wayne, you do know that annoys Bruce to no end right?” Tim joked, seeing Bruce's face of frustration every time Marinette refers to him as Mr. Wayne.

“I do, it's just…” she was still struggling with her Biological parents and having a bunch of siblings suddenly “Too awkward for me to call him anything else”

“Jesus you sound like Peter” he scoffed. 

“Who's Peter?” She asked with a slight scrunch of her eyes. That oddly reminded both Tim and Jason about Bruce. Bruce would scrunch his eyes whenever asking a question sometimes.

“Oh trust me you'll meet him soon” Jason answered going back to his book.

Dick was right the whole Wayne vs. Stark rivalry would be a perfect distraction. Oh if only Tim had his Camera.

......……

They finally landed, and soon Bruce was helping everyone off and into a car and heading towards their hotel. Once at their hotel, Bruce checked their bags in. Jason stayed behind to “rest” while everyone went to Stark Tower.

“Wait so Tony Stark is the one who is Throwing the Gala?” Marinette asked curiously inside the car.

 “Yep he’s throwing the gala to raise funds for hospitals and clinics all located around the world” Rolling his eyes Tim continued “Well that's the official reason anyway, right now he wants to out-do Bruce's Charity Gala from a few months ago” 

“As if that will ever happen” Bruce added. Ha, Stark wished he could outmatch his Galas.

“Talk about rich people's problems” she sighed.

“You're not wrong, One more thing, watch out Tony might try to take you as his own”

“What!?” Marinette squeaked out

Soon they arrived and made their way towards the suites. The elevators swished open to a smiling Pepper Potts and pouting Tony Stark.

“Pep, you see this? Bruce managed to get another one, you know what's the score now? 7-4” Tony complained once he saw Marinette. Bruce only glared back.

Ignoring them Tim stepped off and made a beeline towards Pepper and hugged her careful to squeeze her too tight

“Congratulations Pepper,” Tim said.

“Oh Thank you, Tim. It's great to see you after so long” Pepper said, hugging him back. She glanced around and noticed that a certain Red Hood was missing

“Where's Jason?” she asked frowning

“Unfortunately he stayed behind at the hotel to rest” he answered rolling his eyes. “But I brought someone better,” he said, reaching and pulling a startled Marinette forward.

“Meet Marinette Dupain Cheng,”

“Eeeep, uh Hi, I'm uh Mari-Marinette, but youalreadyknewthat, uh Hi” Marinette stuttered out. 

Completely starstruck at meeting The Pepper Potts. CEO of Stark Industries and Style Icon. Oh god, she wished she brought her sketchbook. Maybe she can do a quick sketch on a napkin

Pepper couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the Stuttering French girl, reminded of another awkward teenager. Hopefully, Tony doesn't try and claim this one. She was pretty sure that Bruce wouldn’t appreciate that at all, judging by the way Bruce was eyeing Tony.

“Brucie dear you adopted another one!?’ Tony teased Bruce swinging his arm around his shoulder

“She's my daughter Stark,” Bruce responded, glaring at Stark  “also what are you pouting about?  I hear you're going to have a baby soon congratulations Pepper by the way”.

“Brucie, you have your gaggle of children. I deserve one too!!” Tony complained, wrapping his arm around his Pregnant Wife's shoulder. Trying, yet failing, to conceal his excitement at getting another kid.

He turned to greet Marinette when suddenly his eyes went wide. Marinette only stared back.  A sudden staring match between her and Mr.Stark was happening apparently. What was Marinette's life? She remembered once being a normal girl. Maybe she should just blink.

“Wait HOLD UP!!!” Tony exclaimed suddenly ending the staring match, looking back and forth between Bruce and Marinette squinting.  “Are you sure this adorable child is your child?” 

“Oh for the love of go- yes I’m sure Stark” Bruce sighed exasperatedly. “Why does everyone ask me that”

“Cause she's adorable, sweet, and all Sunshiney, and well you’re….you” Tim answered. 

“Bingo, Don't worry Bruce I got a Sunshiney child too, matter of fact here he comes now” Tony comforted.

“OhmygoshMr.StarkI’msosorry” a soot-covered Peter apologized running up to him. 

“There was a fire in the lab,dummytriedtoextinguishitbutthemhesprayedhimself,

“Kid, Bruce Wayne is he-” Tony tried to cut in

“soIhadtoputoutthefireandcleanDummyUp”

Rolling his eyes he grabbed Peter's shoulders and twisted him towards everyone else

“Oh...uh Hi?” Peter squeaked out looking like a deer caught in headlights at seeing the three guests

“Hiya Peter,” Tim chirped excitedly standing next to Marinette who was awkwardly waving hello.

“Hi, Tim” Peter answered relieved. Thank god Tim, fellow tech geek, was here. He doubted he could handle Bruce Wayne on his own.

‘Anyways Brucie you remember my sunshiney kid, Peter, right?” gripping Peter's shoulders from walking towards Wayne. Nu-uh he wasn't going to risk losing Peter to Wayne.

“Mr. Stark I'm not your kid, I still live with Aunt May. I'm your inte-”

“Hush kid“ Tony ordered covering Peter's Mouth.

Marinette sent a silent prayer.  Bruce now had his hands protectively on her and Tims shoulders while Mr. Stark was doing the same to Peter. She would need a miracle to be able to survive this trip.

College Francis Dupont                                                                            Paris, France                                                                                                      2 p.m

“NINO!!!”  Nino couldn’t help but flinch, he’s been trying his best to avoid Alya all day. 

Luckily the breakup happened on Friday so he had the weekend to put himself together thanks to friends and icecream, lots of ice cream.

Surprisingly Chloe was the first to approach him after the breakup. After her, Aurore and Kagami came over to comfort him. They brought him some chocolate filled pastries. After a few hours of comfort, he received a phone call from an unknown number. When he picked up it was the voice of the sweetest girl on earth that greeted him.

“Hey Nino”

“Marinette,” Nino breathed out left speechless “Why, why are you even calling me?” 

“Don't be ridiculous Nino, I still consider you my friend, and right now my friend just got out of a toxic relationship” Marinette answered, yep she was happy for Nino when she heard that he broke up with Alya. Finally. “How are you”

“Who even told you?” he asked, still trying to get over the shock.

Releasing a slight giggle she replied “Chloe”

Nino couldn’t help but laugh through slightly watering eyes “Of Course”

At the reminder of Marinette, Nino mustered up the courage necessary and turned to face his ex.

Be brave Be Brave Be Brave B-

“Nino wanna explain to me why you’ve been ignoring me and Adrien since last week!!??” Alya yelled.

Channel your inner Chloe Bourgeois, he reminded himself. “We broke up, remember? I didn't want to hear your excuses”. That was all Alya ever did, make excuses. 

“Excuses?” screeching Alya took a step forward closer to Nino, instead of staying there took a step back trying to keep his distance away from him “Yes, excuses you always try to act like you never did anything wrong, or not even bother to apologize” “No I don’t” 

“You're doing it right now, jeez why do I even bother Marinette warned me” 

“Marinette” she spat out. Of course. She’s the entire reason why she lost Nino. Well, she wasn't going to let her win. She was determined to get Nino Back.

Oblivious to her anger, Nino explained. “Marinette warned me, as your ex-best friend she became well-acquainted with your “apologies”” 

“I don’t owe you an apology, you just overreacted” Adrien called her, and told her how Nino refused to talk to him and was instead talking to the class traitors “Matter of fact I’m here to give you a second chance, we can go and be a couple again and be happy”

“Yeah, sorry no dice,” He started to walk away doing his best to block out her screams. 

“NINO, DONT DO THIS!!!” 

A purple butterfly soon emerged from nowhere. Nino watched as it made its way towards Alya. Only one thought ran through his mind as he witnessed the butterfly merge with Alyas glasses and purple bubbles engulf Alya. 

Run.

Authors Message:                                                                                        Hope you guys enjoyed this extra long chapter. I can’t wait till I post the next chapter. Also I’m gonna start writing a series that focuses on Dick Grayson soon.  

I have part two of the Hamilton AU written out I just have to do this annoying thing called editing. Keep an eye out for that soon.

As Always stay Safe and Healthy Loves.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #389

“i’m well aware i’m a danger to myself  /  are you aware i’m a danger to others?”

How much do you weigh? Yeah, we're starting off on a bad foot. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Putting Roman's used litter in the trash. Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? Hm... I guess you could love them, but it'd be a complicated situation. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? If it's purely for sport, from the very bottom of my heart, fuck you. Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? I'd say it's decently fast. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. My grandma lived there. Are you sensitive to caffeine? No. It does like... nothing to me. How do you usually get around? My mom's car. Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? No actually, but I know I kinda am. What do you think about Kim Kardashian? I don't have an opinion of her. Can you speak any French? No. Favorite yogurt flavor? The only yogurt I've been liking lately is cookies and cream to add a different texture, because otherwise, I don't like its natural texture very much??? Idk man, my taste buds are wild. How much money do you have in your wallet right now? Just like $5. What bottled water brand do you like? Essentia. Your favorite way to eat chocolate? As chocolate bars, probably. How often do you listen to country music? Like, never. Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold? Linkin Park. Last surgery you had? Pilonidal cyst removal. Have you ever played guitar? I briefly took classes for it in high school, yes. Best I got to was playing some of the intro to "Crazy Train." I enjoyed it, but not enough to be consistent and really learn. Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? I don't think so? What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? Independence and confidence would be nice... Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? No. Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? God no. I love my online friends. Half of 'em more than "irl" ones. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? I have to be VERY invested in it to care THAT much. It happened most recently when Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty premiered. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? Early in the morning. I'm in a better mood in the morning. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? I have a calorie-counting app, as well as one to track my period. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? My mom's, best friend's, and psychiatrist's. If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? I don't really know. Maybe the very first Pride event? Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it? Ride a rollercoaster, for one. I know I never will, though. I'm too afraid of throwing up, but even more realistically, I fear passing out before of the twisting and turning and just standing up makes me very dizzy. My blood pressure is STUPID low. What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? Have kids. That's a big 'ole fat no from me. Have Jehovah's Witnesses ever come to your door? Twice at least. Are you well-known by people in your area? No. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No, thank Christ. It sounds terrifying. What's your favourite type of bird? Barn owls. Melanistic ones, to be exact. Stunning. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? I'm only keeping up with Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. Have you ever dated a smoker? For less than a day. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Besides the school band. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? No. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Multiple times. Have you ever taken a ride in a convertible? I think once with my brother. Why did you last need to use a band-aid? I'unno. What fruit do you eat most often? Apples. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My ma. Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? A few times. I don't feel like thinking over this. Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? I've tried almond milk, and I hated it. If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? uhhhhhh idk When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? I'm essentially always in my room. If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? No. Do you find piercings attractive? Yep. Do you like potato chips? Loooove 'em. What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? Nothing beyond checking Jason's Facebook sometimes after the breakup, I think. Even that though I wouldn't recommend doing. You're just going to get yourself hurt. Stay away from exes' profiles. Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? Yep. I don't give a fuck what's in your pants, you don't hit anybody unless you're fighting to defend yourself. What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? I mean... define "old." I'll go with The Lion King for old, and for new, uh... Finding Dory, probs. Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. I don't really know what IS trendy right now... Is Snapchat still "in?" Because I've never gotten that. “Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? I think I'm kinda neutral about it? Like I mean it also depends on exactly what is said. I prefer more loving talk, though. What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? I'm a basic fatass that likes American cuisine most, aha... Like give me a cheeseburger and I'm happy lmao. How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? I love it more now at a short length than I ever did long. When it was long and I was in my deepest depression, I was awful about brushing it. It would get so knotted. Like looking back, it nearly makes me shiver. I HIGHLY recommend cutting your hair for anyone who struggles with selfcare. How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? I'm single, but hypothetically, if you're checking an ex's page nearly every day, I would not be okay with that. I'm totally fine with exes remaining friends and just cordially talking now and again, but that's it. It's a respect thing. Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? I personally like cologne if it's not overwhelming. I really don't care if you wear it or not, though. Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? This survey is so heteronormative. But anyway, unless there was an issue like it not fitting, I'd want my spouse to wear their ring. What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? There are a lot of reasons I don't want kids. I'm too selfish with my "me" time, I stress out too easily, I don't want to dedicate my life to keeping another person alive and fed and happy, I have bad genes... I could go on and on. I just wouldn't be a good, "present" enough mom. I am much more interested in ensuring *I* am okay. Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? Not at all. I mean I want a smooth and memorable wedding, but I'm not obsessed with it being perfect. Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? That's certainly not cheating, but I wouldn't like it. Being secretive about anything in a relationship is unhealthy, imo. I'd be hurt and also very insecure because I wouldn't feel like "enough." How old is too old for trick-or-treating? Honestly? I don't think you ever are. Like come on, does it REALLY matter? Let people have fun. I don't do it because of societal standards, but I would if I didn't care about being judged. Do you sleep with your arms over or under the covers? It depends on the temperature, but I normally wake up with them under. Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band? I have an Ozzy one stored somewhere, but it doesn't fit me now. There was another I really liked too, but that one is WAY too small now. Fries or onion rings? Fries. I'm not a fan of onion rings. True/False: you’ve had an odd dream this week. Story of my life. I had one last night where I kept dying in different ways, and I actually felt the pain, like drowning in magma. Do you find tattoo sleeves attractive? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Do you like carving pumpkins? Yeah. What’s an animal you want to have as a pet but can’t? My mom has absolutely forbidden me to get a tarantula (uh, many tarantulas in my case) until I move out, lol. That doesn't stop me from checking Craigslist like every day. ;_; Have your parents ever caught you drinking? "Caught," no. Any time I've drunk, I've had permission or was a legal adult by then. How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? First be humiliated at my appearance and then absolutely pass out lmao. Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? No, thank fuck. The person you have a crush on is drunk and goes to kiss you, you know they don’t realize what they’re doing, but do you kiss anyways? If I know it's something they wouldn't do sober, absolutely not. What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? Any would be lovely, but the poem would appeal most to me because of the amount of thought that goes into poetry. Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? What? I don't think so, no. Which holiday is the most fun to decorate for? Halloween. What was the first website you had an email account on? Yahoo. Have you ever written a fanfic? No. Tattoos or piercings? Both are grand, but tats win. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? I saw this picture of a snake split open that had eaten another snake. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? Lil cozy one! I don't want more space than is needed for cleaning reasons, as well as price. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Who’s the best kisser you know? Jason was. Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. I'd like it to stay that way. (If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? Ew, no. Do you have a deep voice? For a woman, yes. Do you play games with boys/girls, like 'hard to get’? Hi, I'm an adult. Is there a Sonic where you live? YES. It's my fave fast-food place. What do you like on your pizza? I have three go-tos depending on my mood: Pepperoni, jalapenos, or meat lovers.

[kingneptunesthinninghead]

How much do you weigh? what a weirdly personal question

If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? sitting in the shade reading a book

Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? yes but not in a way that will ever be truly fulfilling

What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? i live in a very rural area so i grew up with hunting for sport extremely normalized but once i actually developed and used my critical thinking skills i realized how morally reprehensible it is. literally just begging these people to use their brains.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? eh its pretty fast

Have you ever been someplace tropical? florida lmao

Are you sensitive to caffeine? somewhat. i dont really consume it that much

How do you usually get around? driving myself

Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? no bc i’m generally pretty independent unless i reallyyyy like someone

What do you think about Kim Kardashian? neutral

Can you speak any French? je parle un peu français

Favorite yogurt flavor? i’m lactose intolerant so i recently tried dairy free yogurt and i hated it sooo i guess none

How much money do you have in your wallet right now? i dont have any cash in my wallet rn lol

What bottled water brand do you like? deer park or aquafina

Your favorite way to eat chocolate? brownies

How often do you listen to country music? sometimes.

Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold? neither

Last surgery you had? my wisdom teeth surgery

Have you ever played guitar? no but i wish i could

Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? um i dont think so

What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? a little more confidence

Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? maybe

Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? i dont have very many online friends anymore but when i had a bunch i loved talking to them

Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? only for something i really like.

Do you have any stickers on your laptop? a bunch

Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? early in the morning so then i have the rest of the day to myself when i get off

Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? i have a workout app but that’s it.

Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? my mom, sister, and my 2 best friends

If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? probably the women’s suffrage movement or the civil rights movement

Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it?i want to tell him how i feel but i’m afraid i’ll ruin the friendship

What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? wear a tampon i’m sorry but i can’t do it

Have Jehovah's Witnesses ever come to your door? no

Are you well-known by people in your area? eh somewhat

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no and i dont want to

What's your favourite type of bird? owls!!

What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? i’m watching loki, hsmtmts, planning to watch s2 of never have i ever, and i started one piece but i haven’t watched in a while

Have you ever dated a smoker? no but that might change😳

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? no

Have you ever been a member in a band? No.

Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No.

Do you have separate emails for personal and business? i have my school email and personal email

Have you ever missed a flight? no

Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? i think so.

Have you ever taken a ride in a convertible? i literally rode in my best friend’s convertible last night lmao

Why did you last need to use a band-aid? i dont remember

What fruit do you eat most often? bananas and clementines

Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? maybe my great uncle?

Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? no but i’ve been in a few on insta and twitter.

Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? i don’t straight up drink milk but i love things made with almond milk.

If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? elsa i want ice powers

When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? sometimes but normally during the day i’m in the living room with my family

If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? No.

Do you find piercings attractive? Yep.

Do you like potato chips? Loooove 'em.

What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? i’ve looked up a few people’s houses on zillow in my day.

Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? absolutely, you shouldn’t hit anyone

What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? my top 3 are princess and the frog, tangled, and frozen 2. i also love the little mermaid

Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. idrk

“Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? it depends on what it is. it should also be mixed with some loving or praise talk imo

What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? i LOVE italian food specifically fettuccine alfredo and i also love asian food such as general tso’s, sweet and sour chicken, lo mein, shrimp fried rice, LUMPIA 🤤

How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? i’ve always liked my hair color and thickness. i always go back and forth between growing it out long and cutting it short bc i can never choose which i like more also it has lots of red undertones so i’m thinking about dyeing it a deep red

How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? hypothetically it would be a red flag to me. a clear sign they haven’t moved on from the past

Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? a good smelling cologne on a man will quite literally make me bust a nut.

Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? i’d want them to unless it didnt fit or something

What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? i’m very close with my family so i’ve always loved the idea of having one of my own with my future spouse

Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? i definitely have ideas for my wedding and i would want it to go a certain way according to our plan but in the end if things go wrong or plans change it wouldn’t matter as long as i’m marrying the loml.

Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? i wouldn’t consider it cheating if he was just watching but i would be angry that he hid it from me

How old is too old for trick-or-treating? i dont think it matters unless ur posing a danger to little children

Do you sleep with your arms over or under the covers? depends but mostly under

Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band? i have nsync and harry styles shirts but thats it

Fries or onion rings? Fries.

True/False: you’ve had an odd dream this week. all the time but most of the time i forget them right after i wake up

Do you find tattoo sleeves attractive? depends

Do you like carving pumpkins? Yeah.

What’s an animal you want to have as a pet but can’t? i think raccoons are adorable but its kindaaaa hard to domesticate them

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? no bc my parents let me drink in the house and i’ve told them abt every time i’ve drank at college

How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? i would absolutely piss and shit on myself.

Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? no

The person you have a crush on is drunk and goes to kiss you, you know they don’t realize what they’re doing, but do you kiss anyways? i would stop it even if i want to bc i don’t want them to regret anything and i wouldn’t want them to kiss me if they don’t like me bc it would hurt too much.

What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? i would love them all but something abt a guy taking the time to write a poem for me makes me melt

Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? no.

Which holiday is the most fun to decorate for? halloween

What was the first website you had an email account on? gmail

Have you ever written a fanfic? YES AHSHDH.

Tattoos or piercings? tats for sure.

What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? the scene where alexei breaks the inmate’s wrist in black widow is SO GROSS i cringe every time

Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? definitely a little cozy one

Do you have a tutor for anything? No.

Who’s the best kisser you know? i’ve only kissed one person.

Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. I'd like it to stay that way.

(If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? no and i hope they dont

Do you have a deep voice? not really

Do you play games with boys/girls, like 'hard to get’? no thats dumb

Is there a Sonic where you live? yes i’m a whore for sonic

What do you like on your pizza? pepperoni or sausage

[cogneartive]

The Great Peter Infodump of March 2020

yo @brackets-and-woolly-hats @mijaco-geo and @mike-nesmith-for-mayor I have recently been informed that yall would really like me to infodump about Peter and I want to thank yall because I think if I held it in any longer I would explode

Also thanks to the coolcherrycream articles and various interviews that I learnt all these from in the 5-ish months I’ve been thinking about the monkees for

But before I start going hnngggg Peter I would like to warn you that despite my tone this is going to contain some heavy stuff. We’re talking brief mentions of blood, and suicide and death so be careful about that

This is gonna get hella long so *cracks knuckles* let’s begin

Childhood

let’s start from the very beginning: a very good place to start

Friday, 13th February one bb was born and he would always say that Friday the 13th was a lucky day for years onwards

He was born with a lot of diversity in his parentage

He’s Irish and German-Jewish on his mother’s side and Norwegian on his dad’s side

Speaking of Jewishness (is that a word???) I rememeber an article saying that he used to randomly say Hebrew words in interviews and I think he taught Mike how to say something too?? I dont know

Peter was a very friendly boy even when he was just a toddler cus he would drag any new friend he had home

Anyway, he was born in Washington DC

Once on Christmas he went missing and his mum and grams panicked and looked all over the house for him

Turns out he was just waiting at lampost in the snow because he wanted to make sure that Santa would bring him a present

Speaking of Grams, when he was 3 (i think im doing this from memory) he was at a post office with his mother when she came in.

He got uber excited and shouted “THAT’S MY GRAMS. HER NAME IS CAIT!”

And so everyone turned to look at her and he squealed

He would also often ride on the top part double deck buses and whenever the bus slowed down, he would wave to nearby people and say “HI MY NAME’S PETER WHAT’S YOUR?” to which those people who wave back and sometimes answer him. I mean, wouldn’t you?

Also he started to play with pianos when he was 3 and also he liked dancing so that’s cute

One of his first memories was of being at the hospital where his brother Nick (who they called Nicky and that’s what I’m going to call him) was born

Soon after Nicky was born they moved to Germany Yeet. He was 4 and the time and Nicky was like 18 months or smth

Germany

Right so I dont know why people dont talk about this part of his childhood because like,,,it’s interesting??

In Germany they had two maids

They had to put sugar in every food so that Peter and Nicky would actually eat the strange German food

He became very fluent in German and would help his mother with translations

He was also fluent in French for some reason

Someone made a statue of his 4 year old head and it became a famous minor art piece that featured in calendars

It probably now sits in his house because I saw in in the background of the short documentary that his son, Ivan Ivanoli made about him which you sould check btw

Anyway, when Peter was 5 he made his first official best friend Ule who was two years older than him

Once when he was playing hide and seek with Nicky he ran at full force at a closed glass door that he thought was open, shattering it, and getting a shard into his arm. Reasonably he screamed

Apparently, he was hurt a major artery and would have bled to death if not for someone being in the house to call a doctor

Once he was out and about wandering around, as you would do if you were Peter when he was stopped by some official looking guy from going back into his own house.

It’s important to note that Peter looked very much like a German boy and would ONLY talk in German outside. God knows why he did this.  Reasonably, the dude thought he was lying and he had to call for his mum

Anyway, in Germany school starts when you’re five but his birthday was in the middle of the school year so his parents sent him in early which set him up for some outcasted child syndrome later

And then the moved back to America yeet

AMERICA (LAND OF CAPITALISM)

So he moved back into America but it didn’t stop there. No. They had to move around like a 100 different times and as someone who went to a total of 4 different schools (so far oh no) that sets you up with outcasted child syndrome. What also sets you up with outcasted child syndrome is if you’re an undiagnosed neurodivergent which Peter seemed to think he was when he was in his 50s (either ADHD or autism) so uhh keep that in mind

So he was in school and as mentioned earlier he was a year younger than his peers so that’s fun

He was very very clever. Often he would finish his work first and his (4th grade) teacher would make do some reading or creative writing. She encouraged him to do creative writing because she saw some talent in there

Not only was he acadmically gifted, but he was also musically gifted. Playing not only the piano (which he got lessons for) but also the guitar, the banjo, the bass, and the french horn which he got an award for when he was in highschool playing in a band made out of college students for some reason

Speaking of awards, he was once given an award for maths

This giftedness would later set him up for Gifted Child Burnout he had in college

Also he changed schools like a total of 13 times so that’s fun

He went to a private school but apparentl, according to his parents, he hated it (but he remembered liking it???)

Also, he made a lot of jokes in class

Remember Nicky? Yeah, Nicky would often write songs for him to sing and stuff (Nicky would later write songs for Peter’s solo album and a bunch of other stuff what a great brother we stan)

The family had some kind of barn once where he would do puppet shows his siblings

Anyway, school life was all fine and dandy until 5th grade hit and he changed schools and everyone lost interest in him because he was one year younger

Also his dad was apparently very disconnected with him. Needless to say, Peter felt like his father didn’t like him

Once when he was 9, he told his father that he noticed that when the clouds were around at night, it would be warmer during the day to which his father shouted at him saying that “he has no proof of that” and that he shouldn’t say anything without proof

This of course led him to feel like no one wanted to listen to what he wanted to say

poor baby

I think his father would have been the reason why Peter would later say in an interview that he hated “loud abusiveness” the most

He would also later say that a combination of his dad and feeling like he was weird and different would lead him to his drinking problem

So umm we dont stan his dad ok

Once when he was 13 he picked up a loaded shotgun and put it against his head. But he decided that he didn’t want to do it at the last second.

Overall, life from 5th grade till highschool was terrible for him

He didn’t have any friends in his school

So when he moved to a new school in Conneticut where he was surrounded with people of the same age, he was really happy all the way until college where he flunked out twice

Hippie Time (Honestly this part is just me talking about him and Stephen Stills because Steter Stirk changed me)

And so Peter became a hippie in Greenwich Village

In the Village, he became a sort of entertainer. Not just singing and playing, he was also a comedian. 

And then he kept hearing about this dude who looked like him from other people.

This dude turned out to be Stephen who was also hearing the same kind of talk for about the same amount of time

Pete and Stephen VIBED im not kidding they started to play with each other and also Stephen’s room mate who was also there

Also it turns out that they liked to talk about the same things so that’s neat

Peter went to Venuzuela apparently and when he came back the Monkee thing happened yeet

Once when Stephen was waiting to move into his new house Peter was all like “hey dude live with me”

For a while they also lived in the same house when he was Monkee and if that doesn’t fuel any ship fics I dont know what will

Im serious the ship is here and its real I saw fics and fanart

Dont ask about Stirk

They played with the colour tv and would “pick apart each other’s brains” umm

Also Peter’s favourite band was buffalo springfield and we stan a friend who would say your band was their favourite band

And I think this is where my knowledge starts to fade because I haven’t really heard any cool facts from here on afterwards

Last Final Cool Facts

He was a teacher for quite a while and taught about Maths, basketball (despite not liking any sport except swimming) and Easter Philosophy,,,yes easter philosphy the man was into that kinda stuff

Also he was a big reader. Always having a smoll book in his pocket that he would read while on set with the Monkees. But he was particularly a non fic kinda guy

He would write poetry on the back of scripts

In the 2000s he said that his sister thought he might have ADD

Also autism but when asked about it he’d be all P E R H A P S

which is very unhelpful Peter pls give us a straight answer

I mean he cant give us straight answers because he was the gayest monkee (he fricked a dude once but he didn’t like it)

Hey look I ended on a gay note yeet. Thanks for reading this mess

[crazedlunatic]

Questions

“Quit whining, Blaine.”

“I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because I’m grumpy and sleepy and I need a nap.”

“So shut up and take a nap?” David asked, looking at Blaine like he was crazy.

“I can’t just take a nap. There are certain parameters to be met. Wes isn’t here, you’re busy, and I know I technically did cuddle with Andy once but it was just weird.”

“When did you cuddle with Andy? How did he meet your parameters? Wait. Andy from here or Andy from church?”

“Are they not the same Andy?” Blaine, who was half draped over the back of the couch, sat up straight.

“… They look nothing alike.”

“That actually explains a lot... so I’m not sure which it was.” Blaine fell back onto the couch in a laying position. “Do you think your mom would mind if I went home this weekend without you?”

David looked at him, clearly trying to decide if he should laugh or be annoyed.

“Because your sister cuddles me. Your mom too. And I’ll have you know that once, I cuddled your dad. He didn’t necessarily cuddle back but it was still nice because he didn’t push me away. Do you think I always want to cuddle because I was starved for affection as a child?”

“No. I think it’s because you’re a cuddle whore.”

“That is rude.” Blaine scoffed.

David got a mischievous grin on his face and then said, “Hey, Kurt!”

Blaine shot up into a sitting position, eyes lighting up.

“God, this is disgusting.” Wes groaned as he came in behind Kurt. “Please don’t. I can’t stomach the painfulness today, Blainers.”

“I thought we weren’t going there?” David looked at Blaine, amused.

For how many times Blaine had openly admitting that he wanted to cuddle Kurt, he never came out and did it.

“I need body heat to survive. Otherwise I’ll slip back into a depression and we’ll lose regionals, soooo….”

“You better get your ass over there and start cuddling then.” Wes’ voice was much more urgent. “Please don’t make me give that solo to Nick because we will be fucked in the ass—no offense to you, Kurt, Nick, or Jeff.”

“I think Blaine needs fucked in the—ass.” David cringed as Kurt walked within hearing distance.

“Did I…. interrupt something?”

“Blaine needs body warmth. Apparently, his chubby cheeks aren’t doing it for him right now.” Wes said. “You should sit with him. Or on him. On his lap. With your pants off—”

Blaine grabbed an empty can of Dr. Pepper and hurled it at Wes’ head.

“God. I think your talent is wasted on soccer.” Wes huffed, raising his textbook before it could hit him right in the face. “Gross. I think there was still some in it. Thanks for that.”

“Any time.” Blaine said and then smiled brightly at Kurt. “Did you have a good weekend? We missed you yesterday.”

“I did have a good weekend. I miss my Dad when I’m not here so I try to go a lot… we’re pretty close.” Kurt nodded.

“Well Blaine’s also pretty close to his hand…”

Blaine’s eyes widened in horror and he shot Wes a very un-Blaine look.

Kurt blinked several times, unsure if he’d heard what he thought he did.

“Yeah, I’ve got stuff to do.” David hopped up, giving Blaine a very pointed look.

Blaine tilted his head, facial expression neutral but it was clear they were having a silent conversation with each other.

“I’m going to go with him ‘cause I’m afraid to be outnumbered by gay guys.” Wes hopped up as well, following David out of the common room.

“… Are you the weird one or are they the weird ones?” Kurt asked him, still looking confused.

“That’s debatable, honestly. They pretty much adopted me and won’t let me leave.” Blaine said—which was kind of the truth. “So… uhm… do you like Harry Potter?”

“Not really.” Kurt shrugged. “My aunt tried to get me into it when I was little but—why do you look like I just killed your sister? Oh God. Do you have a dead sister? Wait, do you have siblings?”

“I have a sister in law I’ve only met once and I’m pretty sure she was alive.” Blaine said.

“So, you have a brother?”

“Yeah. He’s a lot older, though. He moved to Italy when I was three so I don’t really know him that well. It’s kind of a every couple of years holiday dinner type deal.” Blaine shrugged. “You don’t like Harry Potter? Do you have siblings?”

“I have a stepbrother. I actually had a huge crush on hm at one point but we just pretend that didn’t happen.” Kurt said and then his blue eyes widened. “That might have been too much information.”

“Nah. I had a crush on Wes for about 4.5 hours and we’re like brothers.” Blaine shrugged.

“Wes? Really?”

“He’s pretty sweet if you get him in the right mood… and he actually cuddles with me usually but he’s in a mood… probably because David lost his virginity first.” Blaine shrugged again. “You do like Disney, though, right?”

“I mean, I haven’t really watched the movies much since I was younger but I went to Disney World every year until I was seven.” Kurt shrugged this time.

“Why did you quit going?”

“Uhm… well, my mom died.” Kurt admitted.

Blaine’s eyes widened in horror.

“It’s okay!” Kurt said quickly. “Really!”

“This is why they just let me sing but not actually communicate with the outside world.” Blaine groaned, covering his face with one hand.

“I could ask you a personal question to make up for it?” Kurt suggested. “If it’d make you feel better?”

“It might.” Blaine lowered his hand.

“If your family lives in Westerville, why do you live here? Don’t you even stay on the weekends?” Kurt asked. “I know a lot of kids aren’t local to here, so…”

“Uhm… Well, I don’t spend all of my weekends here but I don’t spend any of them with my family.” Blaine said, tone very… even.

Because he hadn’t expected this… although, honestly, David had warned him it would be coming.

They’d been friends for months and it was only natural for Kurt to wonder.

“Can I ask why?” Kurt asked.

Blaine opened his mouth a few times to speak but closed it just as many times.

“You don’t have to answer.” Kurt said, now looking concerned.

“The best way to put it is that… my grandmother is a politician and judge… a Republican politician and judge…” Blaine said. “I don’t really stand for what they believe in and, honestly I don’t really want to be in a spotlight anyway, especially for that, so… I just don’t go home. I get lunch with my Mom once a week, though, which is about as much as I can handle.”

Kurt stared at Blaine, his blue eyes wide.

“It’s fine.” Blaine said quickly, able to tell Kurt was now worried. “I’m fine. I just… I’m more comfortable here and with David and Wes’ families. I’m happy at Dalton and my parents aren’t great but I do have a solid support system in their families so it’s… good. It’s good. I’m good.”

“Blaine…”

“No. Really.” Blaine reassured him. “Honestly I’m happier than I’ve been in a really long time and hopefully I’ll get a scholarship and never have to worry about it again.”

Kurt’s expression softened.

“Pinky promise?” Blaine held out his pinky.

Kurt bit back a smile, linking pinkies with Blaine. “Okay. So, you get to ask another question. Maybe three more to make up for that one.”

“Hmm.” Blaine looked thoughtful, tucking his legs underneath himself. “What do you want to do in college? I mean… assuming you want to go to college.”

“I would like to go to Parsons for fashion design in undergrad… maybe stay there for grad school or move to LA to grad school.” Kurt said and then added, “Assuming I’d even get into fashion for undergrad. What about you?”

“Well I’m hoping I’ll get a soccer scholarship. I could get recruited from Duke, US Santa Barbara, and UCLA… I mean, supposedly. I know they’ve been around but I haven’t actually talked to any of them after they’ve watched.” Blaine shrugged.

“But what would you go for?”

“At the moment I think I’m more focused on getting out than what I’ll do once I get in.” Blaine admitted.

“You don’t know what you want to do? At all?”

“Honestly the last couple of years I’ve just been trying to get to where I am now. I used to want to be a lawyer or a doctor but… I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My dad is a doctor and my grandmother is a judge… and I don’t really want to follow in their footsteps.” Blaine paused and then added, “Or end up like them. I’m kind of counting down the days to graduation so I’ll never have to see them again.”

“I’m sorry.” Kurt bit his lip, looking upset.

“I’ll get everything figured out once I’m not tied to them anymore. I just need to get to that point and then I’ll be good.” Blaine said confidently.

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded.

“Seriously. Don’t worry.” Blaine gave Kurt his usual, bright smile.

“I just didn’t know you might be leaving this summer.” Kurt’s voice was soft. “I didn’t think about it. Sometimes I forget you’re a year older than me… well, a grade higher, really. Our birthdays aren’t far apart but I missed the school enrollment deadline by a month to be in your grade. I’ll… miss you.”

Blaine frowned because, honestly, he hadn’t really thought about that.

He knew he liked Kurt—liked him much more than even David or Wes probably knew. And of course he’d known he was a senior and Kurt was a junior… but he hadn’t thought about what that meant. That soon they may have been separated.

“I’ll miss you too, Kurt.” Blaine’s voice was soft. “I could end up at OSU or UK, though.”

“I understand wanting to get out.” Kurt said. “More than you may know. Starting over on your own, no history… I really want that too.”

“Hey, maybe I’ll get into UCLA and you’ll get into fashion design school in LA. We could totally be roommates or something.”

Or something as in maybe boyfriends… then partners… then husbands… then dads.

But that was ridiculous.

They were in high school.

That kind of stuff didn’t happen in real life.

“I think you’d be a really good lawyer or doctor.” Kurt said. “You shouldn’t write those off because of your family.”

Blaine swallowed hard looking at Kurt, his chest tightening at the thought of maybe leaving in August and never seeing him again.

What if it was too late and they’d missed their chance?

“I should probably work on my French essay, but maybe I’ll see you at dinner?” Kurt stood up.

“Kurt—” Blaine moved to stand but didn’t do it. He looked up at Kurt, his hazel eyes meeting Kurt’s blue ones.

“Blaine?”

“I really, uhm… like you.” Blaine licked his lips anxiously.

“I really like you too, Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was soft—it was always so soft. “It just… it’s hard to think about not being…”

“Yeah.” Blaine said, knowing what Kurt meant because he felt it too.

They both knew they wanted to be together but for some reason, Blaine was holding back. It was obvious Blaine was the one, too. Kurt was upfront. Kurt was consistent. Blaine was out outlier. The wildcard.

Everything was in Blaine’s court and he hated it because he had a hard time admitting his feelings over the simplest things, let alone how hard it was to talk about what was in his heart.

“How is Pavaratti doing? I know you said he was acting a little weird last night.”

“I don’t know. I think he’s okay. Maybe he’s not done molting yet or something?” Kurt grabbed his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow for more Blaine and the Pips practice. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.” Blane frowned as Kurt left the common room, his stomach in knots.

Why was it that he had a plan, a real plan, to get out… and then Kurt shows up? And why was it that he couldn’t get Kurt out of his mind for more than an hour at a time?

And why did his heart feel like it had been ripped out after seeing Kurt’s facial expression when Blaine admitted he wanted to get away when he went to school?

And the even more important question… why did he want to sabotage his next recruit visit the next day so he had an excuse to stay local and go to OSU or UK?

[astralastrid]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Hi @snowfairy909 ! I was your @usuknetwork holiday exchange Secret Santa! Happy holidays and enjoy!

Title: I'll Be Home For Christmas Prompt: Arthur coming over to London to surprise Alfred for Christmas Summary: Separated by distance, both Alfred and Arthur long for each other. Rating: general audiences Warnings: n/a Holidays were always a magical time for Alfred. He loved them as a child, and loved them still. He loved the certain feeling everything would get, the quiet serenity that came with snow, the holiday songs, the food, exchanging gifts, and the warm atmosphere of family. And even as everyone got older and went their separate ways, he still enjoyed calling everybody and seeing what they were up to. Unfortunately, this year, Alfred found himself spending these special days alone. 

His brother, Matthew, lived in Canada and couldn't make the trip, and he rather not bother his parents, even if he knew they'd always welcome him with open arms.

But mostly Alfred found himself longing for his boyfriend, Arthur. Alfred had met Arthur in a café, and the two had kept running into each other, which had sparked a friendship. The two texted back and forth, and even started to hang out, sometimes at the very café where they had first met.The two would discuss all sorts of things, often complaining about work. And while Alfred's own work stories were subpar, Arthur's, on the other hand, were extremely entertaining, and Alfred always looked forward to Arthur's latest tirade about his French co-worker. Over time, Alfred and Arthur became close, and friendship soon turned into love. 

 Unfortunately, Arthur had been working in London for the past year, and because of this, the two had rarely seen each other in person, Arthur visiting only when he could get the vacation time, and often he would just stay in England. Alfred dearly missed the sound of his angelic laugh, his rare, small smile, his doting yet brash personality, and especially his embrace. Webcam could only capture so much. 

Alfred decided to call Arthur. The phone rang and rang, but there was no response. His boyfriend's voice usually brought him joy, but this time, Arthur's familiar voicemail only added to the pang of loneliness he felt.

Alfred sighed, deciding to call his brother instead, who thankfully picked up. "Hey Al, everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just relaxing you know? Anyway what's up bro? Have you put up your decorations?" Alfred looked around at his house, all decked out in holiday garb. His eyes lingered on the tree, and he felt a new wave of sadness come over him. Decorating was one of his favorite things to do with Arthur, and it was the first year in a while that they hadn't done it together.

"Well actually we're doing that now." The sound of a grunt came over the line as Matthew probably picked up something heavy. 

"Oh" Alfred said dejectedly. "Is now a bad time to call?" 

"No, no it's fine! It's always nice to hear from you, especially since I know you're busy this time of year." Matthew was too polite for his own good, and wouldn't admit that it was probably a hassle to balance the phone on top of putting things up. 

"No Mattie it's fine, I can call you back." There was a pause, and Alfred could almost see the worried expression on his sibling's face. 

"Alfred, I know you miss Arthur, but try not to let it take over your life eh? Order some pizza and watch a Hallmark movie or something. You love the holidays. Don't let this ruin it." 

alfred tried to smile. "Your right Matt, thanks. Love you."  

"Love you too. Talk to you later." Matthew had a point. Holidays were supposed to be fun! And by god, he was going to enjoy them! Alfred ordered a pizza, putting on "Elf," one of his favorite Christmas movies, and watching the snow fall. Maybe he'd make a snowman later... 

Over the next few days, Alfred tried to not think about Arthur too much, but it was hard when they did almost everything together during the season. It was strange to not smell burnt food coming from the oven or hear scathing remarks on the "cheesiness of American movies," (even if Arthur secretly enjoyed them.) Everything reminded Alfred of Arthur, and the holidays were going to be hard without the other half of his heart. 

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 Arthur Kirkland had mixed feelings about holidays. He despised the commercialism of it all, the same bloody songs playing over and over, and above all, the crowds. And yet, he did enjoy the general giving spirit mankind was prone to at this time of year. Everyone and everything seemed a little brighter and a little kinder. Even his brothers seemed to tease him less during the holiday season. 

But this year, Christmas was turning out to be a little different. His job has asked him to work abroad for a year, and Arthur had happily accepted, eager to return to his homeland after years of being away from it. The experience was incredible: so much was the same, yet everything was a little bit different. So many of the shops he had known as a child were still there, but unfortunately a few had been closed down or demolished. Despite being busy with his work, Arthur had taken the time to "sightsee," refamiliarizing himself with the joys of his younger years, even taking the time to see his parents and catch up with them.

However, while it was great to see it all again, he found himself missing Alfred a lot, and the conversation he had with his parents didn't help. They were overjoyed to see him "across the pond," so to speak, and Arthur was thankful that they were so supportive of his relationship with Alfred, but it soon because all that they wanted to talk about: 'How was Alfred?' 'When was the last time you saw him?' 'Have you called him recently?' 'Don't you miss him?' 

 And yes, Arthur missed him dearly. London seemed much more gloomy and quiet than he remembered. He used to enjoy that aspect of London, but after meeting Alfred it was strange to go back to a less boisterous life. Everything seemed colder and lonelier without Alfred's warm touch, his larger-than-life laugh, his brighter-than-the-sun smile, and his overall sunny personality that filled whatever room he was in. Alfred had become a bigger part of Arthur's life than he realized, and he cursed the fact he couldn't always afford the plane ticket to see him. 

 Admittedly, Arthur had been so busy with work lately that he had missed numerous calls from Alfred, forgetting to call him back and mostly replying to him via text. It was all going to be worth it, but he still felt immensely guilty and decided to give Alfred a ring. 

 "Hello? Alfred?" 

 "Artie!" He could clearly picture the smile on his boyfriend's face. "Is everything ok? You hadn't called in a while..." His words were like a stab in the gut. 

 Arthur coughed awkwardly. "Yes, sorry about that love. I've been busier than I anticipated. But I'm fine I promise. Anything ah, new over there?" 

 "Nope! Just the usual: ice, snow, hot coco, and the "overly cliché" movies you love to hate. Oh and the oven isn't on fire for once." 

 Arthur reddened. "You leave me and my perfectly fine cooking skills alone!" 

Alfred laughed. "Whatever you say." There was a pause. "Hey Arthur?" 

 "Yes love?"

"It's really good to hear your voice. I really miss you." 

 Arthur smiled. "I miss you too poppet." They said their goodbyes and it was really hard for Arthur not to tell Alfred that he'd see him soon. See, the reason that Arthur had been so busy is that he had been working hard so that when he requested to go home for the holidays, it would seem like a reasonable request. It had taken a bit of wheedling on Arthur's part, but his boss had agreed to let him go. Arthur was scheduled to arrive on Christmas Eve, and he couldn't wait to surprise his boyfriend.

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Alfred had been watching "The Polar Express" and eating ice-cream when there was a knock on the door. Strange, he hadn't been expecting anyone... He paused the movie and put the ice-cream down, opening the door carefully. Seeing who it was, he swung the door wide open and crushed his boyfriend in a bear-hug. "Artie!" Arthur, while a little irritated at the lack of a warning, hugged back tightly. "I missed you so much it hurt Arthur!"  

"Merry Christmas Alfred. I missed you too. Now can we please go inside before we catch out deaths out here?" Alfred laughed, quickly letting him go and helping him with his belongings. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I would've prepared something special!" And wouldn't have left the place in such a mess, Alfred added silently in his head. 

"I wanted to surprise you. Plus I knew you'd be all overly extravagant about it, and while I appreciate it, I rather just spend a few relaxing evenings with you." 

Alfred nodded. "I understand, but promise you'll let me take you out for New Year's! If you're staying that long. When are you going back? Are you here for good?" Alfred became frantic. "Or are they making you stay in London for good? Please don't tell me it's true Arthur! This year has been hard enough already! Another second without you and I'd die!" 

 Arthur scoffed. "Stop being so overdramatic." He gestured to the various trash scattered about. "You seem just fine. You sure you'd missed me?" At Alfred's indignant look, Arthur waved his hand dismissively. "I'm just joking. I'm home until after New Year's and then I have to return. But after that I should be wrapping up everything and returning for good before the month is out, promise." He went over and kissed him on the cheek. "But we can worry about that later. It's Christmas Eve! Let's just relax." 

 Alfred beamed. "You don't have to tell me twice!" Alfred made popcorn while Arthur brewed his tea, and the two soon returned to the couch, continuing to watch movies and cuddling up to each other. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep in the other's embrace. 

The next morning, Alfred shook Arthur excitedly. "Wake up Artie! It's Christmas!" Arthur groaned, trying to go back to sleep, but Alfred insisted, pulling the blankets off. 

 "Fine, fine, I'm up!" Arthur grumbled. 

 Alfred was smiling sheepishly as he handed him breakfast."I'm sorry I couldn't get you a proper gift this year. I wasn't expecting you to be home and frankly, I didn't know what to get you regardless. You have plenty of mugs and tea, and all your knitting stuff is in working condition-" 

 "Oh hush." Arthur interrupted. "It's okay love. Being with you is already the perfect gift." 

 Alfred smirked. "I thought you hated cheesy lines like that." Arthur scoffed and hit him playfully. "Seriously though. I'll make it up to you."

 Arthur smiled. "It's fine, don't worry. And don't you want to know what I got you?" He went over to his suitcase and brought out two wrapped presents. "I know how much you love Harry Potter, so I got you a robe, a wand, chocolate frogs, and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans." He explained as Alfred opened the presents.

 Alfred hugged him tightly. "Oh I love this! Thank you thank you!" Alfred put them out of harm's way. "So what now?" 

 "I just want to spend the day with you dearest." And that they did. They baked and cooked together, (Alfred being careful to watch Arthur's every move,) ate together, and Alfred even convinced Arthur to have a snowball fight with him. After that, they warmed back up with hot drinks and spent the rest of the evening snuggled up, watching whatever was on tv. 

 And later, Alfred did fulfill his promise to make it up to Arthur, taking him out on New Year's Eve and buying whatever he wanted from the stores that weren't closed, (despite Arthur's protests.) They went ice skating, and walked around town eating ice-cream. At night, they toasted to each other, sharing a kiss at midnight. And staring into each other's eyes lovingly, they both knew that their holidays would always be complete, so long as they had the other at their side.

[dfldslsd-blog]

introducing,

- ( rome flynn, cis-male ) do you know who THEODORE KINGSLEIGH is? yeah, they moved in FLOOR C about 1 YEAR ago. the 23 year old is a MED STUDENT. i heard some talk in the lobby that they’re +COMPASSIONATE and +TRUSTWORTHY, but honestly i think HE can be -UNCONVENTIONAL and -RECKLESS. all in all, they’re a real ANOMALOUS.

waddup, peeps ?? i’m late to the intro party as always, but this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing soft boy™, theodore kingsleigh. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, rome has recently become my forever fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a like and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at mlkhoney#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about theo and his life. also all my wcs are listed over here if you wanna check that out as well. his stats can be found here too. can’t wait to start interacting !!

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

layer one: the stats.

name. theodore alexander kingsleigh.

alias. people usually just call him by theodore but sometimes theo make an appearance.

title. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive plant lover, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

name meaning. his true significance of his name means God’s gift.

age. twenty-three years old.

gender identity. cis-male.

pronouns. he/him.

sexual orientation. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that theo is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

current residence. seattle.

religion. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was fifteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to theo, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in god. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

spoken languages. spanish (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french, and a bit of chinese.

education. graduated with a bachelors of science in human physiology as well as a bachelors of fine arts in illustration and photography. currently a medical student working on his masters.

layer two: the story.

- so this is my baby boy, theodore  kingsleigh and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by theodore, but on occasion people call him theo but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- theo was born in london, england to both loving and supportive parents named james and adriana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to denver because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were located for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young.

- unlike his older siblings, theo wasn’t a bastard though. by the time he was born, his parents had already married.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, theo had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart  and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged theo’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, theo’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop theo from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he’s the youngest of three children: natalia, christopher, and theodore. his old brother, who is three years older than him and their relationship, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along.

- most people would describe theo as the altruistic. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, theo declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- theo is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- went to college at university of denver as an undergrad. graduated with a bachelors of science in human physiology as well as a bachelors of fine arts in illustration and photography.

- moved to settle for his masters and has loved the small town ever since.

- currently in medical school to get his M.D.

- to put it plan and simple theodore is an art ho ( he’s even going to school for it ). theo always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well.

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

-  his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

[united-under-skyfall]

thinking about how one of my sisters spoke Spanish and one spoke German and they bonded by practicing the other's language at dinner, and how our exchange student from Germany painstakingly wrote out all the recipes she left for us in her best handwriting in English, with cursive and drawings and everything so that my mother could read them, and how I did the same thing for my host families before I left them, and how our exchange student from Costa Rica just smiled and laughed and gave me a hug in thanks every time I tried and failed to explain something to her in Spanish that she couldn't understand any of our English explanations for, and the girl whose host family pretended they couldn't speak English the whole year so she could learn German until she came to breakfast one day with the biggest smile on her face and told them that she'd finally dreamt entirely in German where they just switched to tell her how proud they were of her, and about how all my friends from different countries would quietly translate what was being said to each other when someone was speaking to us in a language they weren't as fluent in and they got lost too quickly, so they had the missing context to understand what was being said at the moment, and how the first joint project we did together was compiling a list of all the best insults and curse words in the language we were learning together and that bonded us together almost as much as relentlessly using the single stupid pickup line our teacher had agreed to teach us on each other, and about how there are people literally dedicating their lives to keeping languages from going exinct, and how when we were learning Romanian we learned to say "honey" as in the food before we learned to say "honey" as in the pet name, and we all still lovingly call each other miere anyway, and how in Chinese class we had a story to follow to help us learn, and they made the two main characters' names each half of the word "friend" and so that was the first word we learned after "hello", and how my French teacher refused to grade my first test when I was still struggling to learn the language the class was even being taught in and had never taken a day of French in my life, just corrected it and told me so sincerely "good try :)" instead, and how my siblings and I all call our parents different things in different languages, some of which we don't even speak, just picked up the titles from each other, and how my host mom lit up when she'd finally remembered the word for "light switch" in English without me telling her, and spent like 5 minutes just flipping it on and off and saying it over and over again to herself, laughing, and how when he was talking to people he didn't know very well my host father would tell them "good evening" as a goodbye, but when he was talking to the family and to me and to his friends he would fondly and absentmindedly tell us "bye-bye-bye-bye-bye", sometimes even preluded by a "kisses", and now that's what I do with my friends when we're on a call in that language and they all think it's weird because there's way too many "bye"s but laugh and say it back anyway. thinking about how much love there is in sharing your language or learning a new one at all

[itslvca-blog]

introducing,

waddup, peeps ?? this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing soft boy™, luca rosario. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, francisco has recently become my forever fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a like and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at justrue#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about luca and his life. also all my wcs are listed over here if you wanna check that out as well. his stats can be found here too. can’t wait to start interacting !!

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

layer one: the stats.

name. luca leonardo rosario.

alias. people usually just call him by luca but sometimes luke, luki, or leo make an appearance.

title. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive pizza addict, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

name meaning. his true significance of his name means a bringer of light.

age. eighteen years old.

gender identity. cis-male.

pronouns. he/him.

sexual orientation. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that luca is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

current residence. boston, massachusetts.

religion. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was fifteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to luca, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in god. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

spoken languages. portuguese  (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french and polish (still learning but can understand it quite well).

education. currently a senior at houghton academy.

layer two: the story.

- so this is my baby boy, luca rosario and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by luca, but on occasion people call him either luke, luki, or leo. but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- luca was born in san paulo, brazil to both loving and supportive parents named jeremi and mariana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to boston because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were located for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young.

- luca was also born out of wedlock, so by the time his parents decided to marry two years after he was born, his parents had already made the decision to give him his mother’s maiden name even though his father’s surname is polish.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, luca had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged luca’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, luca’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop luca from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he has brother, who is three years younger than him, named tomás. his relationship with his brother, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along. sometimes people believe they aren’t actually related or that they’re half siblings because when his brother was born, he took their father’s last name.

- most people would describe luca as the benevolent. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, luca declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- luca is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- to put it plan and simple luca is an art ho. luca always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well.

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

-  his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

[thoseofgreatambition]

ftb bonus

Warnings: anxiety, touch starvation

Wordcount: 5K

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

A/N; Hello! So as we’re moving on in this I’ve realized that I haven’t shown much of the readers past, which is on me. So I’m calling this a bonus chapter but it does stand on its own and could be called a prologue of sorts if you would like. I hope you enjoy! Also I tried a more ‘normal’ style of spacing, so please tell me if y’all like it!

LIAR {PT 1} | 1.9 K

ROSE COLORED {PT 2} | 2.6K

LIAR LIAR {PT 3} | 3.3K

DUTY {PT 4} | 5.3K

BONUS CHAPTER 1 BONUS CHAPTER 2

                       BONUS CHAPTER | FTB | FERRO

You hadn’t been allowed to see Fred and George for years. Well—your older sister Marie said it was only a week, but to you as a five year old, it felt like an eternity to not see your best friends. No amount of crying or pleading had been able to help, and your father had been all to ready to stay home with you instead of taking you to the burrow to follow through with yours and the twin’s punishments. “This is what you get Y/N—you’ve got to accept punishments when they come. You can’t just go around encouraging the twins like that and getting them into more mischief.” You’d sniffled, tiny hands balled into fists. Tantrums never worked—so you hadn’t bothered throwing one, but that didn’t change the fact that you were a child who wasn’t terribly good at handling emotions like this yet. “We didn’t mean to break anything.” “I know you didn’t.” he’d leant back in his chair and lifted you into his lap, bouncing you on his knee. The details on everything were still a bit fuzzy—but your parents, along with Arthur and Molly knew two things. One—you’d joined in with the twins on a prank, and had urged them on. Two—the Weasley’s garden had almost entirely caught on fire before any adults were able to put it out. So separation was deemed the most appropriate punishment. Apparently the twins were just as miserable as you were. “Sometimes you’re going to do something that winds up being very bad when you don’t mean it to be. When that happens you have to accept what comes, alright? That’s the grown up thing to do, to admit you did something wrong and learn from it. Alright?” That wasn’t something you understood just yet—but you’d nodded anyways. Wasn’t that what you did when your parents told you something new? “When can I see them?” “Tomorrow.” When you perked up your father laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple, “What are you going to do when you see them?” “Say sorry to Aunt Molly.” “And?” At that you paused, not sure how to respond before very tentatively—“No pranks?” “Atta girl.” Soon enough the next day came and went—you’d helped the twins clean out the garden some more, though between three five year olds that hadn’t done a lot of help. All seemed well though at the end of the day. You’d been able to build a fort out of blankets in their room with them, and worked through some of the biscuits that George had managed to knick for you three. Fred’s head wobbled as he tried to stay awake, before finally hugging his rabbit and dozing off. You were fairing a little better, though not by much. “’m tired, Georgie.” “Do you wanna go to sleep? I can get you my blankie.” You nodded and quickly George had crawled out of the fort before coming back in with a tattered baby blanket that you hugged close before lying down next to Fred, George squeezing himself in as well. “’s that better?” “Mmhmm. Thank you.” You grinned at him as he giggled sleepily, the edge of his blanket balled up in his fists while you hugged the other end. “G’night.” “G’night, Y/N.”

“Do you always have to get in trouble like this?” You frowned at your sister, who’d graced your family with her presence now that she’d graduated from Hogwarts and moved to America. Was it possible to think sarcastically? Somehow you’d managed it. After your mother had died your sister had been in Hogwarts already and decided to stay. Now you were onto your fourth year, she’d come back, and your brother was about to start his sixth. Not bad, but it was not fun getting chastised by someone who didn’t know what it was like in America. Your fingers felt cold as your gut began to boil, “Did I miss the point where you became head of the family overnight? They were being rude.” “You can’t get into duels! You’re not even in your fourth year yet! Do you know how hard this will be to sort out?” “Alex got into way more trouble—“ “You are not Alex! And Alex was punished too.” Your lip twitched as you looked up towards her. “He said I was a bitch.” “And he’s an asshole, but that’s not worth going to jail over. Or risking getting kicked out of school.” Your sister crouched down, so she was eye level with you in your chair, “There are ways to handle things like this. You don’t need magic, and you won’t get in trouble for it. But you need to learn to control your temper. No more getting into fights. No more picking arguments. People need to see you act good, you have to do it for the family and it’s going to make things easier for you when you’re older.” “I don’t think I’m very good though.” Your voice was soft, a bit afraid to admit this out loud. “I keep getting mad, Marie. People keep writing things about me and they don’t know me at all—“ your hands wrung themselves together, unable to put it all together. You felt so lonely all the time. You felt like a pretty set of china that was taken out to be used and then put back away. Your family kept talking about duty and being strong but how were you supposed to do either? You were the third in line. The odds of you becoming head of family depended on either your siblings dying or stepping out before having any children. Quite unlikely. Your sisters grip was firm on your hands, and though you’d felt so much resentment for her just a little while ago you couldn’t help but realize that there was no one else besides her and Alex who knew what you were going through. “This is a hard family. It’s going to ask a lot out of you. That’s why you’ve got me and Alex. But we can’t keep you safe from everything, okay? That’s why you need to start listening to us and learning as fast as you can. Do you understand?” You thought you did—you thought that this meant just learning to control your tongue and your wand. That seemed easy. That seemed alright. But it was more complicated than that. It always was.

Your aunt smiled at you as she held an arm around your waist and guided you through the party. “Now I want you to meet the boy I was telling you about.” Brow furrowing, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. “Auntie if I don’t like him—“ “That’s fine! If you don’t hit it off with him that’s okay.” She rubbed your arm a bit, before looking at you with bright eyes, “But you’re getting to be a young lady now. You’re in your fifth year. I just want you to get introduced to some nice young men so you know the kind of people who will get on well with your family.” Something about that didn’t settle right with you, though you couldn’t put your finger on why. Perhaps it was because of the redheaded boy back in England, where you’d spent your last summer. The way he’d passed on your blanket like when you were kids. How he’d seen how cold you were, and hadn’t made you stand up like you were a statue. How you didn’t need to hold your head all the time. George was in England though. He was in Hogwarts. You knew for a fact from Fred’s letter that he’d gone on a date last week. Why hold on? It was fine. You looked towards the young man that your Aunt pointed to, surprised to see someone from one of the French pureblood families you’d met a little whiles ago. He’d been rather kind—and you’d had a good time speaking to him. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad of a thing. Your lips pursed in thought as you felt you aunt rub your arm once more, “If you don’t want to do this it’s fine. I can bring you back to your sister.” At least she seemed to know the people you would get along with, you mused. “No. This is alright.”

“Y/N.” Alex stood at your bedroom door, leaning on the frame—looking at you with an odd amount of sadness that you couldn’t understand. “Are you alright Alex?” Your brow furrowed, as you looked up towards him,  this was not the upbeat brother you knew. This was not the man who managed to hold himself with poise no matter what the situation. “I’m going to step out of line. I don’t want to be in the running for head of family.” You blinked, feeling… well, you weren’t sure how to feel. “Alex you’re amazing at this stuff. We’ve been taking lessons for years—“ you’d been taught how to speak French. Taught how to play piano. Taught how to run a business. Taught how to run expenses. Lessons on how to read people and use that to your advantage. You’d spent your whole life being shaped into the perfect heir despite it being unlikely you would, and you knew the training was far more intensive for your brother. “Don’t you ever think about how it could be different, Y/N? About how you could live a normal life? You could hide away and not be photographed anywhere. You could do what you wanted in public. No one would care.” As you stared at him blankly, your brother recognized you didn’t understand him yet. How could you? You were just sixteen. Not yet graduated. The only times the media was intensive on you was during the summer and that was so easy to shield you from. “You’re going to understand it one day.” Your brow furrowed as you bristled, you were starting to get rather sick of hearing that.” “I don’t think I will, Alex.” “Then good for you. It bumps you up to next after Marie. You can get what you want then, and so will I.”

The first time it’d happened, you’d flinched. Fred had looked at you in concern, immediately withdrawing his hand from your head. “Are you alright? Did I tug on your hair?” Quickly he checked his hand. He didn’t think he did but he supposed there was a chance. “No I just wasn’t expecting it.” Fred blinked and stared at you. You’d come to visit after you’d graduated, and was staying at the flat with them above the shop. He and George were sharing his room and you were sleeping in George’s. You’d been telling him about the Quadpot player you’d just broken things off with and how you’d come to get a bit of a break for a month or so. He’d wanted to show he was there for you so instinctively he did what all Weasley’s did. He’d ruffled your hair. “Are you—are you alright?” thinking back on it, you’d gotten much less affectionate in the years since you were children. Long gone were the days where hugs were the norm and being close to people was extended beyond greetings. Even now, when you two were hanging around on a Saturday, you’d held yourself upright as if someone would whip out a camera at any moment. There was no relaxing you. Again, you stared at him blankly. “I’m alright. I feel quite normal.” “So you just don’t like being touched? Aside from your family or—“ well, now probably wasn’t a good time to bring up a boyfriend. What was with the questions? You didn’t get it. “It’s not that I don’t like it, but I don’t get it much. Don’t you just touch people when you’re saying hello or goodbye?” Dumbfounded, Fred shook his head. “Why wouldn’t you touch them more?” “It’s not…” you thought back to it, and after a few moments was able to verbalize things, “Well, if I’m out and someone sees me doing that with others, aside from my family it turns into an ordeal. They’ll think I’m with them. It doesn’t seem terribly worth it.” Fred’s first thought was that this explained why the media had dubbed you ‘An Ice Queen’. His second thought was that it was rather unkind to think of you that way. “I guess I just don’t get it—“ he laughed a bit, trying to make light of the situation. “You and I were raised pretty different, you know?” There was a small nod from you, you certainly didn’t understand. Affection was shown to you by action, not words. Not touches. You knew your family loved you because they were helping you become a healer. You knew that they could tell you felt the way by the hours you spent to help them with their own causes. To do otherwise felt oddly superfluous.

You’d come to England the moment the war was over. The moment you could get away from your family’s grasp. The second you’d gotten George’s letter you’d booked a flight for that night, the expenses be damned. You needed to be there. The burrow was quiet, at three in the morning, and when you apparated in you weren’t sure what else you expected. Your heart felt like it was in your throat and all you could think about were the horrible things you’d read. George’s ear had been cut off and you hadn’t known! Fred had almost been crushed by a wall. There had never been an issue with you being composed, you’d been taught so well to swallow down fear, anger and sadness to turn them into strength and righteous fury to harness power for gain that you’d never had to worry about it. But right now there was nothing to gain and you were painfully aware of how much you could have lost. You heard footsteps, and spun around to see a very worn out George in front of you. Pale and looking like he’d seen so many horrible things since you’d been away. Hands trembling as he stretched them out, a silent invitation that you gladly threw yourself into. Arms tight around him, threading through his hair. Quickly pressing kisses to his cheeks as he stumbled backwards to catch you both. “Are you okay? Georgie are you alright?” You hadn’t used that nickname for him in years, but it was the only one that would come to your lips right now. Your fingerpad traced over his scar where his ear was and you let out a small whimper—“Did that hurt? Does it still hurt? When did it happen?” “Months ago.” His voice was muffled as he pressed his face against your neck, breathing in your scent as he soaked in your presence. He’d been so focused on the war that he’d honestly forgotten about how he felt for a short while, but now it felt like he was going to crush underneath the weight of it all. Desperately, you traced your hands over him—he was shaking so much and you simply wanted to keep him warm. “Are you alright then? How’s Fred? Oh you’re shaking let’s get you to bed—“ “They said he’d be okay.” His grip on you didn’t lighten, and the way you were trying to keep him warm only fueled his ache. He’d been so happy to forget about you when he’d found out you were dating some heir to the Graves fortune. But now there was no forgetting. Really he ought to have been untangling himself from you but everything hurt so much and he was so scared and tired of constantly trying to act well for Fred. “I don’t want to go to bed yet. I want to stay like this for a little while longer.” “Okay.” Your voice was soft, as you returned to petting his hair, shocked by how soft it felt beneath your hands. “We’ll do anything you like, Georgie.” He rubbed circles on your back, soaking up all the warmth you were willing to give him. “Thank you.”

George watched you curiously. It’d been a few months since you’d come to England after the war, and you’d stayed longer to volunteer at St. Mungos and help those who’d been more seriously wounded than Fred. Honestly, he’d been so grateful to have you back. When Fred had gotten out of the hospital you’d visited almost constantly whenever you could to help nurse him back to health. It was wonderful to see you so much. He’d been surprised that your family was letting you be gone for so long but you’d simply laughed at that question. “Georgie—they’re your family too! We grew up together. You used to call my Mum and Dad ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’. The Weasley’s are part of the Y/L/N clan—you ought to remember that.” It’d brought a smile to his face. This did not. He was used to the way you carried yourself. The way you stood up straight, the way you moved so gracefully that even your hands seemed that way. So it was quite odd to see you doing the same with someone who was dating you. Jack. George hadn’t wanted to like him. He’d expressed his distaste to Fred that he’d be coming over to visit you, but now he’d found himself getting along much better than he would have liked with the man. It was stunning really. Jack carried himself a lot like you did—spine straight, an easy but careful smile on his face. A remark that was crafted to make everyone laugh. Oddly though he still seemed quite genuine. He’d asked George for some funny stories about you as kids. He’d laughed heartily when George had said that you’d once set the garden on fire. He’d thanked Molly very dearly for the meal she’d invited him to and come with a bottle of wine and flowers as a thank you. Jack was a good man. George was a little annoyed by it to be honest, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t starting to consider Jack a friend. Which made him feel very guilty about the fact he was in love with you. Very guilty indeed. As a result he’d kept a fair distance, careful to only show you as much affection as Fred did. Fred wasn’t the one in love after all, and whatever amount he did would be fine. So when Jack left Fred and George’s flat that night, giving you a rather rote peck on the cheek goodbye before apparating away, George couldn’t help himself. “He’s a good guy— I’m glad you met him.” You’d smiled a bit at that, though it wasn’t very wide. Almost as if someone had told you the weather would be pleasant tomorrow. “I’m glad you two get along. My Aunt’s really happy that I’m with him.” “I can see why.” George grinned at you, as the record Fred had set up before going to bed played a slower song. “C’mon miss princess. Show me how to dance.” You’d laughed, and the smile on your face seemed easier and more genuine as you strode over to him and placed one hand on his shoulder and took his other up. “Shouldn’t you already know how to do this? You’re 21 years old.” “Mmm, not all of us go to balls all the time, you know.” You shook your head, smiling until George had asked what seemed like a rather innocent question. “So do you love him?” Was it wrong for him to ask that? George simply wanted to know if he ought to just give up and move on. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand if that was supposed to be the case. “My family loves him. We get on well. Agree on almost everything. I’ve gotten to be really close to him the past few months, and it’s gone smoothly even though we’ve been apart.” It’d been ideal actually, even being separated from Jack hadn’t been too much of a bother. The letters had been more than enough. George’s brow furrowed, “But do you love him?” “Isn’t that love?” He froze, your movements ceasing, “That’s not love… Love’s wanting to be near eachother, it’s kisses and saying kind words. You can’t just get along. I mean that’s really important it’s what that’s built on but—there’s got to be more, Y/N.” You stared up at him, unable to deny two things. One, that sounded more amazing than anything else you’d ever heard. Two, the person you wanted that from and felt that for was George. You swallowed thickly, more than a bit confused. “That doesn’t make for a good match though—“ you felt quite defensive about your choices right now, unsettled as the realization you were in love with George came crashing upon you. “Is making your family happy all that matters then?” that sounded terribly sad to George, and it made the ache in his chest double. “Do you not want that?” “Just because I want something doesn’t make it important. I mean I wanted to keep being a healer but when I’ll be done with that when I get back to America.” “Y/N—if you want love there’s plenty of people who’d be lucky to give it to you. You’re too wonderful not to get it if you want it.” He watched as your expression changed from confusion to dread and understanding as you figured out what his words meant. George was in love with you. Quickly you stepped back, and flattened out your clothes. Your calculating self quickly returned, and the warmth in the room began to fade. You would not lend him any more of your warmth. You were a lot of things. You were dignified. You were strong. You were determined. You were proud. You’d been called many different names. Princess. Birdie. Ice Queen. There’d been one scathing article after you’d performed what could only be described as a morally grey political move, a ‘Pit Viper’. However you were not a cheater. You were loyal. You knew the value of hanging to those close to you and what dedication truly meant. Sure you weren’t in love with Jack—but you’d be damned if you began to cling to someone else when you were dating him. “I’m going to leave now, George.” “Y/N I’m sorry—“ Your lip twitched, and you felt sadness that was becoming all too familiar to you well up in your throat. So much of your life had been spent scrounging for kindness and affection and making peace with the kind that your world allowed you. It’d been so nice, the couple of months you were here to get it so freely and frequently that you weren’t surprised by it anymore. That couldn’t be the case now though. The kind thing to do would be to tell George it was alright. That things were fine. However you were human, and you didn’t want to lie. Didn’t want to say it was fine when in less than three minutes he’d revealed just how happy you could be if things were different. He looked like he was waiting for you to give him that peace of mind, but you couldn’t. Couldn’t excuse him for this. With a silent nod, you apparated away, back to the Nest where you’d grown up and Jack was waiting for you.

Jack’s idea of love was the same was yours used to be. Someone who you could spend your life with amicably. Someone you got along with. Someone your family was pleased with. No surprises needed. Just someone who you could raise your own family with and be content. So this was confusing, you tapping your foot on the ground as you sat much closer to him than you usually did, aside from when you two had relations. That didn’t seem likely at the moment though. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” How was this happening? You’d been so fine with how things were before but now you kept aching for warmth. Stealing it from others wasn’t cutting it anymore. You wanted that easy affection that came when you were in England. Those friends of yours who showed how they cared through soft touches that were instinctual. “I’m not happy, Jack. I want to be in an affectionate relationship.” He stared at you blankly, as if you were speaking a foreign language to him. “Am I doing something wrong then?” He’d been loyal, he’d helped you when you asked for it. He’d taken you to nice places and did his best to bring you things randomly that you might like. That had always been affection to him. “No just—you’ve seen how other people are right? How they hold hands and kiss each other all the time.” He reached out and set his hand atop yours, not sure what all of this was about. It was warm, and soft, but he couldn’t really say he was getting much from it. “Like this then?” Jack was trying. You saw that. However you also saw that even if you continued on this route that it would never be what you wanted. It wouldn’t be the easy type of love that you hoped for. “No. Not like this.” You gently took your hand away and Jack realized that he no longer understood you.

The media had a field day when they’d found out you’d broken up with Jack. It had been a veritable circus. There’d been so much speculation that you didn’t want to go outside anymore. People wanted to know how the perfect power couple could break apart so suddenly and you didn’t want to admit it was because of you. Because you’d come to realize that you couldn’t be as happy as you thought your life could make you. So you’d come to England. Fled there really—written a short letter to George and Fred, they’d certainly already read about it but despite everything they were still your closest friends. Though things with Fred had gotten more tense than they were before. George couldn’t help himself from coming to visit as soon as you’d landed. He’d found you standing in the middle of your childhood home’s living room—surprisingly put together for someone who’d been on a twelve hour flight and had only had time to shower. He was fairly certain it was the way you held yourself, as if you were ready to give a proper speech in front of a waiting crowd. George stared at you with what you recognized as pity, though refused to acknowledge. “Do you know why my family always has at least two children, no matter what?" "Why?” his voice was soft as he stared at you– as you stood in the middle of your living room. White walled. White marble on the floor. Icy blue furniture. The moonlight sucking up what little warmth there would have been. “You’ve got the heir. And then you’ve got the spare." His brow furrowed, "You’re the third born." You shrugged, seemingly undisturbed by all of this– it was your life. It was your reality. You were going to make the best of it all. "Anything past the second is the worst case scenario." His hand twitched to reach out and hold you, but as you finally looked back at him he realized that it wasn’t the moon that had sucked up the warmth in the room, but you yourself. Without touch how were you to keep warm? "I’m not here to wallow. I didn’t leave for England because I was scared or because I wanted to run away. I came here for myself. I came to be more than the third born. I’ll make the best of things, and I won’t take pity, George." He toed a strange line between intimidated and inspired, and it was all George could do to nod. You were glowing. You were lit from a fire within. You’d told him once when you were little that your family’s motto once translated to English was ‘Fire and Iron’. Now he could see why. “About Jack—“ You’d let out a small snort of laughter, amused that he thought that was important right now. “Let the past be the past. I don’t know as much as I thought I did.” At that he took a step towards you, ready to defend you from yourself if need be. “You are plenty smart—“ The smile that came to your lips was impossible to contained, touched that he was still so keen to protect you even after all that had happened. It made you want to return the favor all the more. You weren’t ready for him yet, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t start to be more careful and aware of how you were around him. George deserved someone like that. You thought back to the time you’d egged on the twins and wound up setting the garden on fire. To when your sister had chastised you for getting into a duel. To when your brother had resigned. You had never understood when those things had happened, had been confused when you realized you didn’t know what you thought you did. You didn’t want to keep being that person. You wanted to open yourself up to being wrong. Couldn’t you do that? Couldn’t you allow yourself to do something that people might not like? “Smart people are wrong all the time Georgie.”

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WANTED CONNECTIONS ! below you’ll find a list of wanted connections, please fill them before i commit sewer-side. if you wanna talk, you wanna discuss – send me a message on discord ( jayden#7437 ) ! okay, that’s all.

alvarez, odette – quick summary: twenty-nine, cancer, has a daughter ( ava: played by lane ), engaged ( nicolas: played by pj ), is a florist because life’s a joke, kind of hot-headed, has a messy past we don’t talk about, would beat someone up 10/10, don’t test her, drives an ugly pick-up truck ( bella’s from twilight, don’t ask ) and owns a fluffy kitten named mango. 

plot one – mother: long story short, her mom was around 16 when she had her ( would now be in her mid 40′s ), was a prostitute who didn’t care and was all around a trash human being. odette moved into foster homes before she turned 6 and she was in and out of them throughout her entire childhood. when odette had ava, however, she moved back in. and their relationship turned messier real fast. she moved back out at eighteen and has been staying away from her mom ever since. her mom only ever contacts her for money, she’s that bitch. fc could be salma hayek, but any mexican fc in that age range is a1.

plot two – sister from another mister: odette lived on the street in her teens, often running away from foster homes because they were GROSS. i want someone from her past in sheffield. i really, really want their relationship to have been like them kiddos in the movie thirteen ( 2003 ), you know? like hella ride or die but also toxic af. fc doesn’t matter but white people are gross so a person of colour, mayhaps? they’d be either her age or older, and obviously a womf because she hates men.

* NEW ! plot three – butler: look, she’s marrying rich and i’ve already established that she’s best buds with the butler. he’s old, he’s nice, they’re just having a good time together. all that i know about him is … just that, cool! he’s worked with the talbots for ages so, you get like +3484 plots with this one. do it, i beg of you. jeremy irons is a snack and so is jeff goldblum. think about it. 

apolskis, julian – quick summary: twenty, leo, has had cancer come and go since he was 10, is a bit of an asshole, its a defence mechanism though, lost his leg a year ago, has a sister ( kitty: played by lane ), currently dating ( micah: played by patty ), is in a band, plays drums, has a deadbeat dad that his mom sends fake happy bday cards from. 

plot one – father: basically, back in the good old days ( about 11 years ago ), julian and his family lived in seattle. living their best life. and then, he got diagnosed with cancer. in came the bills and his father split. he’s been out of their lives ever since, not really giving a hot diddly darn about his son – or the rest of the family, not that i care about them. he’d be in his mid 40′s or older by now. any white male fc would work but hugh dancy is dear to me. 

* NEW ! plot two – hospital buddy: give me a friend for this motherfricker, okay? someone who might be sick, too. someone who’s been at the hospital with him, someone who knows that struggle of DYING. you feel me? this person can literally be 80 years old, i don’t care! as long as they’ve spent some time in care with my boy, maybe even roomed with him, it’s all good.

atkins, scarlett – quick summary: nineteen, gemini, mother’s a dead socialite, father is an alive asshole, used to smang her step-brother ( milo: played by pj ) before he ditched her, was kind of the queen bee before she ghosted on all her “friends” for a fancy college, got kicked out of said college for an adderall addiction, is now at rock bottom and forced to hang with the losers, super manipulative and selfish, kind of got a rough exterior. 

plot one – old friend: i really want someone who used to be friends with her either before she became miss popular or before they graduated. either way, she would’ve ditched them for bigger and better. i want beef, i want dramas – i want this bitch to suffer. before she hung with the it crowd she was a freaking mathlete, so don’t you forget it. honestly, cady heron is SHAKING. i say as i stole it from lindsay weir, whatever. she was also a cheerleader in her later years, if that helps. i’m very cliche. they’d be like nineteen, and preferably a womf but i’m not picky. 

* NEW ! plot two – father: all you gotta know about ray atkins, is that he’s garbage. he’s a rich bitch, the richest damn dude in town, and he cares approximately NOT AT ALL about his daughter. he’s constantly going back and forth between pushing her to achieve things and not acknowledging her presence. it’s a hard knock life. rape tw // there was also an instance where scout experienced assault at a party and he blamed her for drinking, so … not the nicest. on top of that, he doesn’t allow scout to speak french in the house ( her mother was french, uwu ), and that’s MEAN. anyways, any white/puerto rican man in his 40′s and up will work. 

baek, wolfgang – quick summary: thirty-five, capricorn, loves horror films and has made quite a few, dad is a famous director ( bigger in korea than the states ), has triplets because his dick is that powerful, went from mr. friend zone to mr. i’m sorry i gave you three babies at once, sort-of-dating ( ziba: played by patty ) really talkative and amazing, works at blockbuster because that’ll support a family, am i right, lads?

plot one – work pal: he’s at work a lot, ok? and he needs friends. it’s a win/win. i need someone for him to do stupid work stuff with, make working a fun experience! i want a squad like in chuck, you know? if you don’t know what i’m talking about then superstore, if you still don’t know what i’m talking about then why are you still here? age don’t matter but i would prefer if they were close in age. gender, who cares. bye.

plot two – partner in crime: basically, he makes a lot of indie flicks. he actually only moved to sheffield to work on a screenplay but… it’s been a while. i need someone who makes movies with him, though. a co-director or someone he keeps casting as the lead because bros, ok? once again, preferably close in age, gender doesn’t matter.

* NEW ! plot three – cousin: i mean, hewwo? most of his extended family is back in korea, but – but – i could imagine his aunt or uncle would’ve moved to the us shortly after his parents did. so, a cousin would be neat! someone his age, someone he can talk to about childhood stuff, someone who understands his unspoken rivalry with his father, someone to babysit his kids. they would’ve lived in florida after moving to the us, thirty and up and preferably a dude. i like dudes. but a woman would work as well. not to mention, half or fully korean!

bellefleur, kipling – quick summary: forty-eight, capricorn, born and raised in louisiana, has two kids he don’t know about ( lucia: played by britt, jude: played by patty ), a cop at the police station, lives alone with no pets because god hates him, got a partner ( elliot: played by lane ) but not in the gay way, unfortunately heterosexual, kinda grumpy, kinda just annoyingly white. 

* NEW ! plot one – hook-up: kip is a sexual being, believe it or not! and sometimes, a mans need a nut bust. he’s a great lover, i swear. but he’s not a great mans when it comes to the romantics. he does have two kids he don’t know of, after all. just give me someone he visits late at night, ignores in public and have fake deep convos with whilst sharing a cigarette in bed. really painting a picture here, aren’t i? unlike other fathers in this town, he has no interest in sleeping with someone his child’s age, so –– thirties and up!

cheung, beatrice – quick summary: twenty-five, aries, middle school teacher, a big fucking lesbian, dating ( kaylee: played by patty )super sociable and outgoing, literally loves partying and hanging out with the youths, self-proclaimed big sister to just about every teen out there, works part-time as a waitress at the diner, used to be engaged but we don’t talk about that, foster kid with no connection to blood-related family. 

plot one – coworker: someone at the diner! just someone to have her back, to gossip with, to hang out with after shifts, to just be gal pals with, you know? she needs more gal pals. i love throwing movie references in there, but – think whiplash with ellen page. that kind of aesthetic, that kinda shit. from mid to late twenties, a woman because i don’t care for men. 

plot two – pseudo-sibling: i want her to really play the big sister role with someone! have a little baby she can pass all her heaux wisdom down on. just a wee bean that she considers a little sibling of sorts. she could even house them for a bit since she’s back to living alone! they’d have to be in their teens and gender, once again, does not matter!

* NEW ! plot three – foster sibling: she already has like fifteen, so give her another. tris is probably the youngest among the bunch and owen ( played by fanny ) is somewhere in the middle. it’s just a nice jewish household that fostered a lot kids, cool? any fc, any ethnicity, any gender! just older than twenty-five, is all i’m asking. neat, thank you for coming to my ted talk. 

cowell, stefan – quick summary: twenty-nine, scorpio, construction worker, married ( lumen: played by pj ), got a little sister who he always fights with ( arella: played by kt, whenever she returns to us ), hates dogs, kind of a prick, a huge prick actually, sort of running from the law but like on the low-key, always 100% done with just about everyone’s shit. 

plot one – work buddy: like i said, he works construction. and i want him to have one friend. like a singular friend. someone to grab a beer with, someone who he doesn’t wanna strangle. it’ll be a miracle but it’s a miracle i deserve damnit. they’d have to be in their late twenties or older, a dude and any fc. 

plot two – neighbour: it sounds like a basic plot, but i promise you – it’s worth it! i want him to have a god damn family feud plot going on, okay? i want them to fight, i want neighbours ( 2013 ) as a plot on tumblr dot com. i want him to hate them and i want them to hate him. fc don’t matter! gender don’t matter! preferably around his age or older, though. 

halonen, oliver – quick summary: thirty, aquarius, part-time mechanic, part-time bartender ( think coyote ugly because that’s hot ), used to be engaged ( marty: played by tasha ), got a fake daughter ( pauline: played by pj ), has some slight drug issues she’s working out atm, also her dad’s back from the dead ( uriah: played by lane ), she’s super nice and cute and you should all love her sarcastic ass. 

plot one – work friend: i feel like i just want everyone to have coworkers, but listen… i genuinely just do. either someone that works as a mechanic alongside her or another bartender who sometimes uses their bod for tips, it’s all good. i want her to have one friend her own god damn age, you know? they’d have to be a gal because men are smelly. age would be around her own and that’s it!

plot two – dealer: listen… drugs come from somewhere. and even if she’s not currently using, i’d love for her to have that dynamic. maybe she owes them money, we can make it hella messy or we can make them chill pals, idc! i just need her dealer her and i need them to push some drugs. plus it’s a buy one get one for free type of deal ( see my plots for ed further down ). i want them to be a little older than herself but other than that it’s free for interpretation. 

* NEW ! plot three – drug bud: this bitch is from texas and this bitch did a lot of drugs in texas. she spent her early twenties high as fuck, overdosed at 24 and then got clean. legend? yes. she’s got a lot of good influences, aside from one particular asshole, and i just want her to be more pulled into old habits! let her have some friends from her old life of criminality and drugs come to sheffield and shake things up. any fc and gender, though they’d have to be in their 30′s!

hodgins, nathaniel – quick summary: twenty-one, gemini, works as chef at the pub, skipped college to help his mama with the bills, got a cutie-patootie golden retriever, dad is in prison after a drunk driving accident that killed a 10 year old, moved to sheffield a few years ago for a fresh start, a big ass home of sexual, has a crush on a comp het ( vince: played by pj ), loves his mother more than anything, only child, conceals trauma with humour and bad puns. 

* NEW ! plot one – ex-something: now, i’m not saying they dated. i’m saying they hooked up and it never lead anywhere. it can be angsty, it can be fine, it can be a garbage fire. we can work out the details whenever, i’m cool like that. any fc and any gender, though preferably in their early twenties!

holstad, damian – quick summary: eighteen, aries, the biggest fuccboi you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, fucked your girlfriend ( and he meant it ), brother to the biggest loser in town ( lou: played by tasha ), parties every weekend, best friends with the second biggest fuccboi in town ( artemus: played by nico ), kinda soft but he won't ever let you know that, has a crush on his brother’s bff ( pauline: played by pj ).

plot one – ex-girlfriend: it’s simply unrealistic that he hasn’t dated at least one of the fifty bazillion girls he’s smanged. now, it’s probable they didn’t last more than a few months but its still a plot I NEED. she’d be either a junior or senior in high school right now. so, either graduating now or next year. face claim don’t matter. it’s possible he cheated, he’s an asshole like that.

* NEW ! plot two – more fuccpeople: at this point, i’m collecting them. there are a bunch of fuccbois in damian’s life right now, and i need there to be more. there needs to be a whole fracking pack of them. just running around town, smanging ladies and taking names. could’ve played football with him, could’ve graduated with him, could’ve just lived next door – i dunno! around eighteen… a boy, or a girl! fuccgirls are VALID too. 

kinney, sawyer – quick summary: twenty, sagittarius, volunteers at animal shelter, studying to become a vet, loves animals more than she’ll ever love a man, has a rescued bunny named waffles, her parents died in a car-crash we don’t talk about it, has a younger brother ( grayson: played by patty ), soccer is her life, also wanna fuck the soccer coach ( elliot: played by lane ), her first ‘kiss’ was a dare at age 5 with her cousin ( holden: played by pj ) for an ice cream, did i mention she loves animals, takes virginities for charity, happened once but i demand its a thing now, boinking mr edgelord ( quentin: played by pj ).

plot one – team mates: soccer is cool! soccer is for champions! she’s currently the team captain of the local all-girls soccer team, i know – such a title. and i want her to have more of a team. so gather up your gals in their late teens to early twenties and kick some balls around!

plot two – ex-boyfriend: before she swiped virginities and had sex with boys who love serial killers, she probably had a steady boyfriend. kind of a puppy-love-they’ll-probably-get-married-straight-out-of-high-school relationship, you know? they probably broke up because they were way too young and it was more of an availability thing rather than genuine attachment. does that make sense? it’s a small town! their parents probably loved their child’s respective partner than they loved each other. 20-22, any boy of any fc i’m not picky.

* NEW ! plot three – enemy: it’s a hard plot to ask for, but i request you hear me out. she never fights with anyone. she’s SO NICE. a walking mary sue, i swear. and she’s just friends with everyone. it’s boring! give me someone that gets under her skin! someone for her to absolutely fucking hate! for no reason or for a reason, idk! around twenty-one, any gender.

larsen, margaret – quick summary: forty-two, libra, has one terrible son ( teddy: played by lane ), though she loves him more than anything, left the country because she was a hoe, mortician, got knocked up by her professor that one time, kind of boinking her son’s bandmate ( holden: played by pj ), doing her best all the time but keeps on making mistakes, the biggest mama-bear you’ll ever stumble upon. 

plot one – ex-hook-up: listen, she left the states to study in the uk – mostly to get away from her parents – but also because she had a bit of a reputation. like, a really bad one. so if you have a character, or want to play a character, that grew up in sheffield and are in their forties… wink wonk. that’s it. that’s the plot. 

* NEW ! plot two – hater, hater: peggy was a skank in her youth, okay? she was a downright slut and she probably rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. she most likely still does! so, i want some judgmental hoes up in this bitch. i want them to bicker and i want it to be very small-town-desperate-housewives-esque. any lady. preferably around her age range, would’ve lived in sheffield all her life.

* NEW ! plot three – best friend: peggy only ever speaks to kids, it’s weird. give her. bud, and like i said above… desperate housewives is a fucking neat ass show. they can drink wine and they can gossip and they can judge her for the people she’s sleeping with. or, well, person. any woman in her 40′s, please and thank.

mullin, casper – quick summary: fifteen, aries, fucking love aliens, the government is lying to y’all, has got a whole ass squad of friends, kinda gay for one of them ( eli: played by pj ), kinda intimidated by another ( ava: played by lane ), if it wasn't obvious he’s a gay, has a pupper that means the world to him, always investigates creepy shit because he is that white person.

plot one – disgraced nuclear physicist: you heard me. basically just the plot of back to the future. someone a bit ( a lot ) older than casper himself that kinda takes him under their wing. they’re as nutty as him when it comes to conspiracy theories, and maybe they feed his ideas and stuff when it comes to the shit going on in town. please and thank you. 

pearce, minoo – quick summary: twenty-one, aquarius, the biggest of edgelords, expert in stick n poke tattoos, hates her family, loves their big ass dog, a military brat, skated pretty much everywhere because she’s a walking cliche, not anymore though cause her bff broke it ( vince: played by pj ), invented grunge, would kill herself for the lead singer of zero boys, wants her mom to die ( rachel: played by lane ), wants the cop who's trying to get in her pants to die even more ( sera: played by tasha ), almost dropped out of high school fifty times but i forgot to make it canon. 

* NEW ! plot one – enemy: i love enemies. anyways, mj is a fucking bitch. she’s so edgy, she’s not like other girls, and she definitely would end up in a fight with just about anybody. there’s no way in HECK there aren’t people in town who hate her guts. they could’ve gone to college with her, they could’ve gone to high school with her, i dunno! i just want her to FIGHT. preferably a girl, preferably in her age range. 

oswalt, kevin – quick summary: nineteen, virgo, had the most tumultuous of childhoods involving both kidnapping and murder, she doesn’t talk about it, has sort-of-a-boyfriend ( jamie: played by pj ), and a definitely best friend ( pippa: played by lane ), currently living with her father ( dalton: played by britt ) without the knowledge that she’s his daughter, her life is messy, she likes books and writing, thinks sheffield is kinda fascinating, the biggest of nerds, kinda awkward but we forgive her. 

plot one – brother: we already have her father, mother ( marion: played by nesh ), and two sisters ( lila: played by luna, and hazel: played by fanny ), and now all that’s missing is the second youngest kid! he’d be like 21 years old, white with blue eyes because that’s a trait near and dear to us, and … a dude-bro. we have this hc that he’s in a band and kinda just does his own thing. free-spirit. also, to summarise the family history REAL QUICK – you can ask for more deets – kev got kidnapped, family fell apart, marion and dalton got divorced, the kids chose sides, markus ( the brother ) chose to stay neutral, they moved away while dalton stayed, and now they’re all back. 

plot two – study pal: not quite as in-depth as the one above, but! she needs a study pal. she’s currently attending the local college and she has zero friends who actually go to school. give me someone for her to work on stupid projects with, someone she’s forced to get to know and get out of her comfort zone with. they’d be 19-20 and fc/gender has no importance. 

sutton, eduardo – quick summary: fifty-two, taurus, literal fucking drug-lord, gang leader, owns the silhouette bar outside of town, loves his daughter a lot ( carmen: played by britt ), never smoked a weed in his life, jk, lost his wife a bazillion years ago, now banging the woman who failed save her ( lorelai: played by patty ), has three dogs which he kinda loves more than his daughter, killed a lot of mens in his life, just all around a good dude. 

plot one – brother: ed comes from an cuban-catholic family from new orleans and his father was kind of an asshole but his mom was alright. however, he was always closest to his little brother. so please, for the love of god, play him. you’ll get to play an uncle if you do, it’s pretty hot. any cuban fc in their late forties would work, but raul esparza is a hot fucking take. 

plot two – gang members: he’s a gang leader, ok? he needs more to lead. they hang out at the silhouette bar, push drugs through town and are all around just a good group of people. give me all of them to be honest. think the southside serpents from riverdale. or whatever they’re called in sons of anarchy. fc and gender and stuff don’t matter, however – ed would never allow someone under twenty-five. he’s a family man. 

talbot, mikhail – quick summary: thirty, pisces, the softest boy you’ll ever meet, a nurse at the local hospital, got a kid on the way, dating a ginger bitch ( liza: played by pj ), best friends with his cousin ( nic: also played by pj ), best friends with his ex ( emma: played by lane and not pj ) coaches the kids football team during his spare time, also works a couple of shifts at his father’s ( robert: played by luna ) hardware store, really just genuinely fucking nice, kinda depressed but you’d never know. 

plot one – high school friends: he’s lived in sheffield his whole life. he was on the football team, he was popular – he was a fun dude to hang with. it’s unrealistic none of his high school friends stuck around. so! give me a couple of those. they can be anybody as long as they’re around thirty years old.

plot two – kids to coach: self-explanatory, really. but if you want to play a kid on the football team, speak now or forever hold your peace. teens, boys probably because sports ball is sexist, just someone for him to coach and teach the way of sports ball life. 

weathers, elizabeth – quick summary: forty-two, sagittarius, freaking neurotic, forgets her own son ( eli: played by pj ), remembers her other every now and again ( jesse: played by nico ), wishes she could forget her husband ( andy: played by lane ), her bestest and smallest son was taken from her almost two years ago, yes this plot came before she was winona ryder don’t judge me, stay at home mom yet has no reason to stay at home.

* NEW ! plot one – emotional support: the woman lost her son, she needs like a mom support group on facebook. she needs someone who understands her loss. maybe someone who’s lost their own kid, obviously not to a giant bunny, but it’d still be kind of relatable. someone she can discuss her divorce plans with, you know? a woman in her forties, i’ll accept nothing else. 

[ohlvca-blog]

INTRODUCING,

» francisco lachowski & twenty-two & cismale.「 after checking isabella’s diary, we saw luca rosario show up many times. apparently, he is a fashion photographer that isabella called her mutual friend. she mentions that they can be compassionate yet naive, and our background check says luca has lived here one month. if we move fast, we might catch them at the photo lab. 」

waddup, peeps ?? this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing Soft Boy™, luca rosario. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, francisco has recently become my forever Fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a LIKE and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at justrue#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about luca and his life. also all my wcs are listed over HERE if you wanna check that out as well. can’t wait to start interacting !! 

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

LAYER ONE: THE STATS.

NAME. luca leonardo rosario. he was born out of wedlock, so he took his mother’s name at birth even though his father’s surname is polish.

ALIAS. people usually just call him by luca but sometimes luke, luki, or leo make an appearance.

TITLE. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive pizza addict, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

NAME MEANING. his true significance of his name means a bringer of light.

AGE. twenty-two years old.

GENDER IDENTITY. cis-male.

PRONOUNS. he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that luca is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. he currently lives in venice, california but he travels quite often for his job, so residency usually fluctuates depending on how long he stays there. 

BIRTHPLACE. san paulo, brazil.

NATIONALITY. brazilian.

ETHNICITY. half portuguese and german on mother side, half polish on father side.

RELIGION. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was eighteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to luca, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in God. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. portuguese (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french (still learning but can understand it quite well).

EDUCATION. graduated with the bachelor of fine arts in photography and painting at the school of visual arts in nyc.

PROFESSION. he works as a full-time fashion/commercial photographer. meaning, he works with different agencies such as fashion magazines, building, modeling, landscapes, etc. he’s also usually on location and travels a lot for his career.

LAYER TWO: THE STORY.

- so this is my baby boy, luca rosario and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by luca, but on occasion people call him either luke, luki, or leo. but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- luca was born in san paulo, brazil to both loving and supportive parents named jeremi and mariana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to maryland because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were relocated for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young, making his parents both twenty-two when he was born. 

- luca was also born out of wedlock, so by the time his parents decided to marry two years later, his parents had already made the decision to give him his mother’s maiden name even though his father’s last name is polish.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, luca had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged luca’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, luca’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop luca from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he has brother, who is three years younger than him, named tomás. his relationship with his brother, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along. sometimes people believe they aren’t actually related or that they’re half siblings because when his brother was born, he took their father’s last name.

- most people would describe luca as the benevolent. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, luca declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- luca is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- to put it plan and simple luca is an art ho. he even went to university for it too ( the audacity of it all smh ). luca always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well. 

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

-  his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

- when he turned seventeen, luca decided he wanted to go to college after high school. so he applied to an arts school in new york and graduated at twenty-one with two degrees in photography and painting.

- for about a year after graduating, he took some time to create his own freelance business while also looking for jobs in the commercial and industrial world of photography. about a three months ago, a fashion agency, settled in california, had contacted him about loving the work he had done in his freelance business and offered him a job as their full-time photographer. of course he accepted the job and moved out to venice, california. he’s been there for a whole month and hasn’t looked back since.

- upon hearing the news of isabella souza’s murder and also being a suspect in the case, luca’s kind of been on edge since. granted, he never knew isabella all that well, considering he met her through a mutual friend of theirs about as long as he’s lived in venice and became rather decent friends because of it. but to know someone killed her, freaks him out. he never met someone who has been a victim of a homicide case before and frankly, he doesn’t know how to act since the news broke.

[goddessofphilosophy]

True enough, they were back in New York City the next morning, in a new timezone, welcomed by Amberleighn, Hyacinth's little sister, the only one left of her siblings still residing in their Manhattan Mansion with their mother, ready for the New York Fashion Week. The Descartes' matriarch was timelessly and effortlessly beautiful as ever. Druella embraced her daughter ardently and exchanged greetings. "Hello, mother! I missed you so much!" "Oh Hyacinth Athena, you're always a darling, sweetheart! We have to discuss later about the book you published regarding motherhood. I was extremely touched." Writing was a trait she inherited from her mother. At an early age, her mother has inspired her to put into words her thoughts, to make use of her time to create and stamp memories in history. Druella was an inspiration to her though Hyacinth matured as a realist as opposed to her mother's romantic characteristics. "Later?" Hyacinth particularly noticed they were heading out, prepped up for an exciting day. "Yeah, you do your wife duties while Mom and I act like normal females," Amber teased deliberately. "This is insane! Why didn't you tell me?" Hyacinth exclaimed. "Tell you what?" Amber demanded innocently. "You never wear our family's crest unless it's Fashion Week!" Amberleighn Vernice managed to stay in New York City to work as a model, always a fan of the glitz and glamour of the fashion industry. She also helped their mother handle Vogue, a few clothing lines in collaboration with Astoria, and the chain of cafés/restaurants where their mother cater her baking and cooking skills. Hyacinth almost did an adult-tantrum but her husband was gently dragging her away from them, "Excuse us, we need to get ready for an event," then mouthed an 'I hate you' to her little sister while going up the grand staircase. Her little sister stuck her tongue out like they were still too young to even care about manners and giggled. They never grow old anyway, but when would they grow up? That's probably a never. They are kids trapped in an adult body. "My love, focus," Andréas rested his arms on his wife's lower back, ushering her towards their room and continued in a hushed voice, "This is your chance to get some of your terrorism theories across a significant audience. You can also let them know the truth about the e-mails. However, I have to warn you that some of the Trumps would definitely be there for socio-political reasons. Melania and Ivanka, perhaps. I doubt Donald is brave enough to conquer the enemy's territory. We are expecting some visitors from other states and we can turn some tables." She stood still and lingered in his eyes, she pondered how he could have deserved this man standing in front of her and she was brought back to their dinner date last night. While waiting for their orders, the waiter poured some champagne in their glasses. They have always preferred a private booth and the ambiance was perfectly soothing. There was a magnificent chandelier accented above their table, gold vases with white ribbons holding soft pink peonies, and textured beige walls which complement the baroque-style theme. "Have you heard about the Stanford rape case?" he knew better that this is a good conversation starter when it comes to his wife, asking casually knowing well she has some opinions he would like to hear. She sighed, "Oh my goodness, hon, why do you have to remind me?" She was clearly disappointed then continued, "Leah consulted me regarding the case and we knew it was coming. The crooked justice system in California, I wish we could do something about it. How could anybody sleep at night without thinking he destroyed another life? We cannot tolerate how even the justice system inculcate this unpleasant rape culture treated lightly. History will definitely repeat itself. There will be more victims. What if it was one of our greatgrandchildren? Poor kids living in a dangerous world." She sipped her champagne and relaxed a little. Although she hates to admit that she already has tons of grandkids, she always thinks about them and inspire her to continually raise awareness to make a better world for them. "What if it was our grandson who did the crime? Or what if it was our granddaughter who was the victim? I have faith in your good parenting skills, my love. Our kids will definitely raise good kids. And we'll always be here to help them out," he smiled at her, hoping she would accept the compliment. She never did, "It's not me. You have better parenting skills." Fortunately, the waiter arrived with their orders and set them up in the table. He mentioned that if they need anything, he'd always be at their service. "Thank you," they both told him, almost in unison. And then he excused himself. They started savoring the food. Hyacinth brought up her favorite topic on the table as well, "So, is Hillary sick?" Andréas took a bite of his steak and thought about it carefully, "Let's hope not. I'd like to believe she was exhausted from all those campaign endeavors. She's just human after all." "Even if it's true, I'd vote for her any day. Her platform's more feasible, beneficial. I would like to support her health system vision." "It's heartbreaking really how some people could not afford it. A sound health is a need, not an option. A healthy lifestyle is quite expensive in America. You need to spend more to survive. Alleviating the price of medicine isn't a band-aid solution, right?" "Right. Besides, where are all these talks of Trump about him being a good businessman coming from? How is that a basis for presidency? Business is different from politics. Clinton's more than prepared to carry America towards greater heights in the international realm. I'm so excited to see, for the first time, a female President for the United States. And, I already miss Michelle as a First Lady. She's just brilliant," she beamed. It's no secret she adores Michelle Obama as a friend and a person. "The Republicans choosing a presidential candidate speaking like an uneducated person," he shakes his head, "it should have been clear who should become the next President." "Are you secretly working for the Democrats? Why didn't I meet you sooner?" she giggled. He purposely caressed her one hand resting in the table, "If you are so proud of me, why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?" "I suppose you know where it is located if it's not in my finger," she avoided his eyes. "It's in your jewelry box in our dream house. But that's not important." Their dream house is in Switzerland, a two-story glass house on top of a hill, overlooking the breathtakingly wonderful city of Geneva. It was after the genuis idea of Andréas himself. It has been Hyacinth's favorite place, where she writes her books and research papers. She thought it's best to just tell him the truth and pray he will not be offended, "I knew it! There is a tracker in that ring. There is also a tracker in that white car you gave me on our first Christmas together," then she continued, losing the seriousness again, "There is no such thing as free lunch in economics, hon. It's hard to get free drinks when I wear that ring. Let's just eat, shall we?" she grinned. Once again, inside their New York City bedroom, she chose to get acquianted with her sometimes inappropriate humor instead, "You sounded like I'm going to be the bait in a den of lions." "You're more like the lion in this story," he laughed lightly. She smirked, "I hate to break this up to you now but I think I am falling in love with you all over again," she said while disentangling his necktie. "That's good," he kissed her forehead, "I love you even more." On his way to the bathroom, "Can you help me out of this dress, please?" she asked. He unzipped the back of the dress and it fell at her feet. It was his turn to ask a favor, "Won't you take a shower with me?" "I'll pick something to wear first," she pushed him to the bathroom. After ten minutes, he was out with a towel around his hip, "Tell me you are not wearing a soft purple robe in the opening of the 9/11 memorial museum." "I don't know which one to wear," she frowned at him. He's done this a thousand times before, with time his patience has become a flowing stream, free from scarcity, "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll choose for you?" She nodded and obeyed him. When he was ready, he knocked at the bathroom door and said, "Love, please don't take your time. I'll get the car. I'll be waiting for you outside." Another ten minutes later, she finally emerged from the grand French front doors of the Descartes Mansion, looking fabulous. Then she noticed an Alfa Romeo Coupe approaching with her dashing husband driving it, smiling from ear to ear. "Hey beautiful, do you need a ride?"

[pandapantslovesyou]

New Beginnings

Technically part of my Omegaverse AU, Survivor’s Guilt (the one with Disillusioned), but you don’t have to be following that to read this.  It also doesn’t mention the Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.

Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Washington have adopted Alex and Laf.  They make some new friends.

Gilbert climbed out of the car and bounced excitedly, looking around.  “Jutht like the pictureth!” he exclaimed.  “Alex, look!”

Alex walked up to him, taking his hand.  Gilbert beamed.

“Welcome home,” Mr. Washington said to them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.  “Let’s go in, get you settled.”

Mrs. Washington was waiting for them just inside.  “I’ve got a fresh batch of cookies cooling on the counter.”

Daniel and Frannie bounded into the room.  “Hi!” Frannie said.  “Hi!  Welcome home!”  She rushed towards them, but Mr. Washington stopped her.

“Remember what I said?”

She froze.  “Always ask first.”

“Right.”

She bit her lip.  “Can I hug you?”

Gilbert stepped forward and they hugged.  Alex remained rooted to the floor.

Alex, Gilbert, Daniel, and Frannie were all instructed to play outside after dinner.  Alex watched from the porch as the others ran around the yard, playing superheroes.  Frannie was Wonderwoman, from what he could tell.  Daniel was Batman, and Gilbert was Robin.  They even had blankets that they were using as capes.  There was one for Alex, too, if he wanted.  Daniel said he could be Aquaman.  But Alex didn’t like the ocean, so he sat on the porch swing and observed.

He didn’t like superheroes, anyway.  They weren’t real.  If they had been, one would’ve saved his mom.

Alex blinked hard and looked down at his lap.  He didn’t know much about her - he was only three when she died.  But if he closed his eyes and thought really hard, he could almost remember her face, or how she smelled, or the sound of her voice as she taught him English.  If he thought too hard, though, he’d remember how sick she was.

It had been because of a bug.  Nevis seemed to have been full of them.  One bit Mommy, and she got sick.  It had started out small, just a little fever.  But then the big storm came from the ocean - she’d called it a hurricane - and it made things worse.  He could still hear the roar of the water as it crashed against the house, the howling of the wind, the rain that wouldn’t stop.  Mommy was trapped somewhere else until the next morning, when most of it was over.  She’d held Alex so tightly that day, crying and thanking God that he was safe.  But the island hadn’t survived.  A lot of people had died, too.  They flew to America a week later, but Mommy was getting sicker and Alex remembered that he’d started to get sick, too.

He could still smell the musty hotel room, the sweat, the tears, the sickness.  Mommy had been holding him tightly, rubbing his tummy because it hurt, and singing softly in French.

“...Au clair de la lune, Pierrot répondit, Je n'ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit.  Va chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est, car dans sa cuisine, on bat le -”

And then she wasn’t singing anymore.  Her hand had gone still and he could no longer feel her breath in his hair.

Alex closed his eyes tightly, trying to forget.  He didn’t want to think about Mommy.  Because she was dead.

He sniffled.  He missed her so much.  He’d give anything to be in her arms again, to feel her brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead, to hear her singing to him.  But thinking about her made him hurt.

“Hi!” Frannie suddenly yelled.  Alex looked up to see two kids crossing the street.  The bigger one was holding the smaller one’s hand, even when they tried to pull away.  It reminded Alex of whenever he’d held Gilbert’s hand at the foster homes.  “Do you want to play?  We’re superheroes!  Marty, you can be Supergirl.”

The little one squealed in delight and finally wrenched away from her older sibling, but it was okay because they’d reached the yard.  “Hi, Frannie!” she said.  She looked at Gilbert.  “Who’re you?”

“I’m Lafayette.”

“‘Fayette.”

“Non, Lafayette.  With a la.”

“Lafayette.”

“Yeah!  Me and Alex jutht moved here.”

“They’re our new brothers,” Frannie said proudly, then walked over to the bigger one and hugged them.  “You can play, too.  You can be Superman, like last time.”

They glanced at the porch and noticed Alex.  Then they looked back at Frannie.  “Maybe later.  Thanks.”

Alex looked down at his new shoes that Mr. Washington had bought him.  He heard footsteps and his head shot up as the bigger one came onto the porch.  It was a he, Alex decided.  He had longish curly hair and a lot of freckles.

“Are you in trouble?” they asked.

“Huh?”

“Sometimes when I get in trouble, Mama makes me sit on the porch swing instead of playing.”

Alex shook his head.  “I’m not in trouble.”

The kid sat down next to him.  “I’m John.”

“I’m Alex.”

“So why aren’t you playing?”

Alex shrugged.  “I don’t want to.”

“Well, why not?”

“I just don’t.”  He looked down at the ground.  “I don’t know why.”

“Oh.”  John got quiet.  “Sometimes I don’t want to play, either.”

“Like now?”

“No, not like now.”

Alex cocked his head, confused.  “Then why aren’t you playing?”

“Because you looked sad and I wanted to cheer you up.”

Alex stared at him.  “Why?”

It was John’s turn to look confused.  “Because people shouldn’t be sad.”

He’d never thought of it like that.

John continued, kicking his legs back and forth, making the swing move.  “It’s harder for people to be sad when they’re with a friend.  When I’m sad, I talk to Frannie.  She’s my best friend.  But you can be my friend, too.”

Up until today, Gilbert had been Alex’s only friend.  “Okay.”

Speaking of, Gilbert bounded over to them.  “Hi.”  His eyes were bright, his smile large.  “I’m Alex’th little brother.”

John grinned and shook his hand, then looked at Alex.  “I’m a big brother, too.  I’ve got Marty and Junior and Mama’s having another baby soon.”

That was a lot of people to look after.  “I’ve got Gilbert.”

“Lafayette,” Gilbert corrected, giving Alex a look.  They’d talked about it.  Gilbert wanted to go by his last name now.  Alex figured he’d gotten the idea from a book they’d read together a week ago.  “Jutht Lafayette.  No more Gilbert.”

Maybe it was because he didn’t like it when their old foster parents had called him Gilly.  Alex took his hand.  “Okay.  No more Gilbert.”

“Do you wanna play with uth, Alex?  You can be Aquaman!”

Alex shook his head.  “I don’t wanna be Aquaman.”

“Why?” John said.  “Aquaman is so cool!  He can breathe underwater and talk to fish!”

Alex’s face fell.  “I don’t like water.”

A moment passed.

“That’s okay.”  John was smiling again.  “You can be Superman.  He can fly and is super strong and can shoot lasers out of his eyes!”

“But you’re always Superman!” Frannie whined.  She’d apparently overheard.

“Yeah, but I wanna be the Flash now.  He’s super fast and can outrun everything!”

“Is Superman fast?” Alex asked.

John nodded.  “He’s super fast.”

“Who’th fathter?” Gilbert asked.

They decided to have a race to find out.

In one of his earlier foster homes, there’d been another boy his age and they played games all of the time.  But when Alex won, he’d always push him down or pull his hair or yell at him for cheating.  When Alex crossed the finish line first, he worried that John would be mad at him too, but John just grinned again.  Alex thought about how great his life must be, for him to keep smiling like that.

They all played together until the streetlights came on and it was time to go inside.  But John promised that he’d come over to play tomorrow.

“Did you have fun?” Mrs. Washington asked as them as they came into the living room, chests still heaving from all of the running.

Alex smiled at her for probably the first time.  “Yeah, I did.”

[papermoth-bird-blog]

New Orleans: First things, first.

So yesterday was split into many parts. I woke deliriously tired at ridiculous-o’clock in order to catch my red-eye flight. In fairness, the over-tiredness was my own fault; having indulged in the prolonged-goodbye-love-fest with everyone I could manage to see throughout the day on Monday. (Which was totally worth it on that alone, but I also got so many lovely plane letters that I now have tucked in my journal). The idea was that I would have the better part of my afternoon to spend around New Orleans when I arrived- although it didn’t exactly end up that way. Being so tired did help me sleep on the plane, which I usually struggle with, but it dragged on into the rest of my day as well.

Katie & I joked the day before, that I was spending so much time packing (and struggling to cut down) that my bag was probably going to go missing. (She used to work for an airline & said “ I mean sometimes bag really do just get up and disappear! But not that often”) And what exactly happens? My big-yellow-perfectly-packed Backpack never shows up on the turnstile. Apparently, Air Canada has no record of it, besides it being dropped at the airport in Halifax. So I sat at the airport in New Orleans for longer than I normally would have, trying to draw out the positives of the situation. I guess, loosing your luggage is a right of passage, (And it’s happened to me before in university) but it’s kinda different when you’re not going to be in one place for that long. But I mean, this way I only had my teeny bag to walk around town with (and it would be less easy to pick me out as a tourist.) So I went with that.

There was something about landing in New Orleans that is so special. As you draw closer to the airport, you fly over the Mississippi River & watch it twist & turn towards the Gulf. It really is such a great view. On the ground, It is noticeably different. The air, even in the milder winter months is still so thick with humidity. I really can’t imagine what kind of sweltering heat sits in this city during the summer. I mean winter here is like late summer in Halifax & I will take it. It’s such a welcome change from the frigid, damp cold of Halifax winters.

Speaking of Halifax, New Orleans must be like Halifax’s stranger, older, long-lost cousin or something. The feeling of the city, is so strangely familiar  to me in some strange way. Their are definitely threads of sameness in these two places. I mean, the first thing being the Acadian/Cajun’ connection- which is more palatable than I really expected -- First thing I noticed in the airport was a trio of (QTpa2Tis) playing french fiddle tunes. My heart panged as soon as I heard that & I ended up loitering just to soak it in.

Sitting on the bus (then streetcar) drawing towards the 7th ward, I found myself eaves dropping so hard. Not necessarily to what people were saying (although a VERY HOT TOPIC was the Saints recent loss. It made for very enthusiastic discussions.) but to the accents themselves. My lord, the rhythm in them is so beautiful. I found myself asking more questions than I really needed answered just to hear some people talk. Not that I really had to do that-- people are so incredibly friendly here. Like even more friendly than Nova Scotians. I’m talking People sticking their-heads-out-of-their-houses-to-say-hi-to-the-stranger-walking-down-the-street friendly. It’s kinda odd. Kinda awesome.

Another thing, that is obvious from the get, is my own racial identity. My whiteness definitely stands out, especially in the eastern part of the city. I mean, I knew coming to the southern states during the time of the Trump presidency, I was kind of coming into the belly of the beast in terms of racial politics. Halifax, being such a predominantly white (and racist) city, I navigate my whiteness in a different way. Honestly, I’m not forced to think about it that much- which is an inheritantly privileged act. Here, I find myself thinking about my otherness/privilege pretty much constantly. Which is a good thing- if I’m going to be someone who strives towards allyship for BiPOC. I’m sure this will continued to be explored throughout my entire trip.

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The house I am staying at is actually too perfect for words. Asa is a friend of a friend of mine & was kind enough to let me stay with him & his roommates over the length of my stay. I’m grateful for that alone-- but landing in this place is such an honour, honestly. Asa is an artist, and that’s obvious as pretty much ever single thing in this house has a strange story attached. The walls are covered in brightly-coloured murals with a manner of strange imagery. I was mostly sad, having lost my luggage, but I was instantly brightened as I walked into the multi-coloured-walled bathroom and realized the colour/texture matched my odd 80s sweater perfectly. On top of that, my greeter, upon my arrival is the most sookie/charming/huge white dog named Kozmeaux, who was apparently rescued from a mountain in California. I definitely napped with him several times already.

I’m staying in the back house, where there are a few extra beds tucked in some nooks. Walking back there, I met one of Asa’s roommates named Monk & his dog Simba. Monk built this incredible tiny house (which still has an incredible amount of New Orleanian Style features. It’s taller & square in orientation- one of the keys being tall ceilings for the sake of the sweltering summer heat. He built it himself & wants to continue doing more projects like that in the future.

Currently, I am sitting in “the sad-clown room” cuddled up with Stubbs, the tailless cat. As you may have predicted, the walls are covered in painting, sculptures & other sad-clown artifacts. As it happens, Asa & his cousin Leon (who pulled up to visit a few hours after I arrived) had started a circus a few years back. Two of Asa’s roommates (who are currently away for business) are also clowns. A fact about me, which only comes up in very certain circumstances is that my siblings & I were actually kinda raised in the circus business. My father has been a professional clown/ performer his entire adult life.  As a pre-teen & teen, I kinda struggled to talk about it. It’s kinda really fucking strange for people to understand if their parents just work in an office or are a doctor or lawyer of something. I just didn’t want to have to break it down for them. It was labour-intensive & quickly became kinda embarrassing for me. As an adult, though, it has lead to many funny & interesting conversations- including one refraining conversation with my father that goes something like “gosh, if you’d only let me train you in circus, I wouldn’t have to worry so much about you. I’d know you’d always have a solid act to fall back on!” I feel like joining the circus, is a parents worst nightmare for most people, but for mine, it’s his most vivid daydream. I mean, all my siblings are artists/musicians- so it’s not like we wandered toooooo far of from our family legacy. I think it would be more odd if we had decided to be accountants.

Anyways, it feels very comfortable to be around people that understand & embrace that kind of lifestyle. I feel like I’ve landed amongst my people, and I’m super, super grateful for Troy for setting me up like this. I’m glad to be around people who live & breath the creative lifestyle, as if their was no alternative, because living in the northend can definitely be like that too. On the subject of clowns- Asa also invited me to see a production of “Clueless” (yes, the Alicia Silverstone classic film) with an all clown cast. Not really sure what it’s going to be like, but Very much looking forward to it.

Asa, Leon & Sarah (neighbour & friend & fellow artist) stumbled into so many strange/wonderful conversations. I mean I guess it started with “so what brings you to New Orleans” which I gave the full-blown version of ... because I have to pick my audience with that one, & I figured that of all the people I will meet over the course of this trip, these people will probably understand it most. Of course, that conversation quickly turned into a winding conversation about art & aliens & paganism & the paranormal. Leon, is also kinda on a quest himself. He arrived having driven from New York (where Asa is also from) all down the east coast of the country. His next destination is Roswell, New Mexico (Mare! New Mexico!) “to pay his respects.” I didn’t really get to investigate what that really means. Eventually, he’ll wind up back in Southern California, where he currently lives. During one of our conversations, I happened to briefly mention swamp thing & Asa enthusiastically directs me towards one of the back rooms. It’s completely dedicated to the Swamp thing. I’m talking paintings, tchotchkes & memorabilia all dedicated to the swamp thing. It’s out of this world.