#bitches mononymous!

[pinkdean]

I am a deangirl through and through and I would love for him to get a queen moment but I personally think crowley "i-just-want-to-be-loved" deserves to have a big dramatic montage set to somebody to love. In fact this should be the culmination of an entirely crowley focused episode à la tmwwbk and weekend at bobby's

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b) - prologue

soundtrack: mastermind - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: Bradley shoots his shot in public, but will he fumble when he meets you in person? warnings: language, drinking, meet cute notes: my first series in a while! this is shamelessly based on the epic Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce saga currently happening rn, and combine that with my innate love of football (the kicking kind, not the NFL kind) and... voila! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblogs, and asks. Happy reading! <3 ✨I do not have a taglist. Please follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification to get the latest update on my fics✨

Soccer Sensation Bradley Bradshaw Fails To Shoot His Shoot With Y/N At Her Concert?

Arsenal captain Bradley Bradshaw may be among his club’s top scorers this season, but even he misses a chance in romance like the rest of us.

The 29-year-old athlete spoke about his missed opportunity with the multi-platinum songstress Y/N while speaking to his former teammate Héctor Bellerín on the latter’s podcast, “More Than A Footballer”, earlier this week.

When asked about any fun stuff he did last weekend, Bradshaw replied,

“I went to the Y/N concert at Wembley [Stadium]... it was awesome. It was pouring rain, but it was amazing. I don’t remember Wembley ever being that electric aside from, like, cup finals. She was sensational.”

Bellerín nods in agreement, having heard great things about the famed singer-songwriter’s live concerts.

Unprompted, the American midfielder then continued,

“If you’ve heard about the tour, there’s this tradition of trading friendship bracelets. And I actually made one with my number on it, hoping I could give it to her after the show…”

The Cockney-raised Spaniard cackled in surprise and teased him, “But she didn’t wanna see you, bruv? [That is] legend!”

“No hard feelings!” Bradshaw raised his hands in defense over the Zoom call. “She needed to dry off and get warm. Gotta make sure she stays healthy, protect those vocal cords. But yeah, I was a bit bummed out about it.”

Bellerín laughed and jokingly addressed the camera, “Y/N, if you’re watching, give my boy a chance, will you?”

Mononymous pop sensation Y/N is hot off of her Kaleidoscope North American Tour, which wrapped in September. Her six-show run at Wembley Stadium this November officially kicks off the European leg of her sold-out tour. 

Will they be the next pop royalty and conquer the stadiums with their own crafts, or will this fizzle out as this week’s viral anecdote? The ball is in your court, Y/N.

Y/N’s representatives have not responded for comment.

***

Your Miu Miu heels click and clack against the ground. The pavement gleams after the rain and glistens under the streetlights. Everywhere you look, your eyes hurt. Down, and you worry about slipping into a puddle and falling on your ass. Forward, and a million camera flashes are ready to give you an aneurysm.

All in the name of reporting your night off of work, performing live in front of 90,000 people in a stadium.

In other words, all in a day’s work.

There’s a moment of reprieve, when the silvery white blitzes disappear into the dim tangerine lighting of the lobby. The flight down the stairs is so dark, you’re seeing green. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but as soon as they do, the thumping bass line of some dance music hits your ears. Clashing perfumes doused on the dancing, dressed-up bodies that you have to weave through.

You are seriously regretting your girl friends’ invite to a night out. You could’ve just had them over to your hotel, open a bunch of red wine, and you would’ve still had a blast. But no. You had to say yes to going to the Cuckoo Club with Lacey, Amara, and Jo.

And this evening is making you feel quite cuckoo.

There’s champagne at your booth and you’re much too eager to take a glass and start a toast. “Cheers, bitches!” you yell over the music, clinking your glass against theirs before downing the whole thing in one go.

It’s nowhere near enough.

There’s not enough buzz to dull the assault to your senses—not even after the three glasses of wine at dinner earlier. Everything is still too loud, too bright, too crowded, too… much.

“Hey!” you nudge Amara, who is sitting right next to you. “Let’s do shots!”

She turns to you, eyes widening at the slightest. “I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight!” 

“Changed my mind,” you shrug, as you get up to the bar.

While you make your way through the crowd on the dance floor, Bradley Bradshaw looks up from his booth and does a double-take at the girl who just walked by. Even in a high-end club full of the well-dressed and well-heeled, people still get starstruck. And why wouldn’t they? You’re about as famous as an iPhone. 

His eyes widen and immediately whips out his phone to shoot a text to his oldest and most trusted friend Natasha Trace.

‘Dude, I’m in the club and Y/N just walked in. What do I do??’

Natasha thankfully texts back almost immediately. Then again, maybe being a Communications Director for a major company requires her to be a good texter. ‘Wdym what do you do? Just go talk to her.’

‘You were supposed to introduce us!’ Bradley replies, eyes darting between his phone and you at the bar, conflicted.

Natasha is a mutual friend of yours, too, and when the Bracelet-gate clip went viral, she laughed in his face for a full 5 minutes before deciding to set the two of you up. But the schedule never really aligned, so he hasn’t got a chance to see you. Not even after he went to your concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream.

And now, seeing you here in the same room at the same time as him…

‘What do you want me to do, get down there and do it for you?’

‘...Can you?’

He senses the judgment even as the three dots appear on his screen. 

‘Stop being a pussy, Bradshaw. Let me Netflix and chill with my gf in peace.’

Bradley scoffs, half-annoyed and half-fond. ‘Asshole. Have fun.’

The dance floor clears up, just enough to see that you’re right there. Leaning against the bar in your dress like a dirty daydream, talking to the bartender, and he couldn’t just let you go without a word. He thought about it, and he simply couldn’t.

“Oi, where are you off to?” His teammate Martin hollers, while the others watch him make his way to the bar in determined strides.

He squeezes past patrons across this jungle of a club, hoping to God that somebody hasn’t beaten him to talk to you yet, or you haven’t ducked out completely. Oh fuck. You’re still there, though. Good. You’re still at the bar, still glimmering under the mirrorball. Just a tap on the shoulder away. You can do it, Bradshaw…

“Excuse me, I—”

You feel the hand on your shoulder just as you turn and stand up, and in a flurry of miscoordination, looks up just as the other person moves in.

In a stroke of dumb luck, Bradley feels the top of your head slamming up against his nose and he groans in pain. “Ohh!”

“Shit! Oh my God…” you gasp, reaching out to the man in front of you. He’s tall, very tall, and you can’t quite see his face with his massive hand clutching his nose. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. My bad…” It really doesn’t seem like it, so he lets go of his nose and smiles sheepishly. Gosh, he must’ve looked stupid right now.

But you see it differently. What you see is a dashing man in a sleek tieless navy suit and a well-groomed mustache, straight out of a Cinemascope flick, ever so handsome despite his reddened nose from the way you just accidentally headbutted him. “No, that was totally mine. Are you okay?”

Your eyes are crystal clear even in the dim light, the concern is palpable in your gaze—and rightly so. It’s just that he’d take the headbutt any day, if it means he can look at your beautiful face. “I’m… I’m swell. Y/N, right?”

There’s a shift in your gaze. First, alert—you’re assessing how much of a potential threat this person is, whether they’re gonna be weird about you— and then it relaxes. Not a threat. Then a slightest hint of mischief, like she wants to know what kind of dynamics they would have. “Have we met?”

And boy, can he.

“We haven’t, actually. But I went to your show at Wembley earlier this week. You were amazing.” He offers a handshake. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

You didn’t quite catch his name over the blaring music, although you shake his hand anyway. “Sorry?” 

He leans into your ear, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

You don’t know which one makes your heart skip, the sudden close proximity, the warmth of his timbre, or the whiff of his perfume.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You accept his handshake, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are in the strobing purple light.

“Likewise.” He nods with a smile. “And may I just say… you look stunning.”

“What, this old thing?” You brush down the art nouveau-inspired Balmain dress on your body. You’re just being modest, of course; you know you’re dressed to the nines. You have never been much into facial hair, but somehow that mustache suits him very well. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You remind me of a… young Robert Mitchum. Or Paul Newman— or one of those Golden Age leading men.”

His face lights up. It’s hardly the first time he received that kind of compliment, but when it came from you, it feels… different. It feels special. It makes him just a little bolder. “Yeah? Maybe after a few drinks, I’ll be quoting lines from Butch Cassidy. Or would you prefer Cat On A Hot Tin Roof?”

This piques your interest. A man of culture, it seems. But of course, you can’t be too sure. “I’m more of a Paris Blues kinda gal, I’m afraid.”

Gosh, you don’t swoon so easily and he likes you so much for that. “Makes sense.”

“How so?”

“It’s a good underrated musical movie, for the musically gifted… And Sidney Poitier was just fantastic in that.”

“Huh.” You raise your eyebrows. You honestly thought he was just spouting the famous titles. But the fact that he has likely seen this hidden gem might just mean he’s really into it. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

He leans in to speak in your ear yet again. “If you stick with me for a bit, I might show you another surprise or two.”

The music drowns out your racing heart just barely, and the bartender places a whole set of tequila shots on the bar top, and it snaps you out of your reverie for a moment. 

“Wanna get some air?”

He seems surprised, but of course he wasn’t gonna throw away this shot. “Sure. Why not?”

You instruct the bartender to send the shots to your booth, not even spending ten seconds to ponder staying in this deafening hell hole. Not when this man looks like peace. Perhaps an undercurrent of mystery underneath, but his whole demeanor is as calm and comforting as those old-school movies you put on to fall asleep. At the same time, something about this person pulls you in, it’s almost magnetic, and you can’t help wanting to see this through.

[soojinieshifts]

INTRO TO…

MY LE SSERAFIM DR

Hana Arie Anná, mononymously known as Ari, is a Chinese actress, singer, and rapper of girl group LE SSERAFIM under HYBE’s Subsidiary Label Source Music. She had her solo debut on June 12, 2024 with the mini album “Dark Dreams”.

!★☆ 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆

#☆…! Name: Han Arie Anná

#☆…!Stage Name: Ari

#☆…!Race: Asian

#☆…!Gender: Female

#☆…!Sexuality: Lesbian

#☆…!Pronouns: She/her

#☆…!Birthday: June 10, 2002

#☆…!Age: 21

#☆…!Zodiac sign: Gemini

#☆…!Place of birth: Wuhan, China

#☆…!Siblings: Kevin, Rachel, handong, xiaojun, ningmei (twin sister)

!★☆ 𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑳 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑭𝑭!!

#☆…!Brands: Chanel, Calvin Klein, Adidas, and Sanrio

#☆…!Positions: Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Center, and Producer

#☆…!Titles: Chinas Princess, Face of China, 4th gen’s hot girl, 4th gen rapper, 4th gen it girl

#☆…!Solo fandom: Ariboos

#☆…!Rep. Emoji: 🦊

#☆…!Projects: GLITZY! by Girls Generation (ft. ARI of LE SSERAFIM) - 2022, Dream Girl by Chungha (ft. ARI of LE SSERAFIM) - 2023, Diamond by KAZUHA (ft. YEJI of ITZY and ARI of LE SSERAFIM) - 2024 , Luv Me by JENNIE (ft. ARI of LE SSERAFIM) - 2023, Wish You hell (My pre release single before my solo debut) - 2024, DARK DREAMS (my official solo debut!) - 2024 , Magic by nayeon (ft. ARI of LE SSERAFIM) - 2024

#☆…!Trainee time : 6 years and 3 months

!★☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔!!

🐯Chaewon — Best friends! Was close during her Iz*one days and have gotten stronger since. SHES ALSO THE MOST DELUSIONAL BITCH YOU WILL EVER MEET LIKE MY GOD. She has an obsession with gummy bears and other fruity candy currently. And she’s back with her ex (this is a good thing! I love them together!) so she’s finally stopped screaming ripping her hair out over her! I love giving her songs to cover cause it’s fun. And her vocal tone makes me ascend to the heavens tbh.

🌸Sakura — THIS IS MY MOM!! I actually love Sakura so much and I’m so mad that freaking swing RUINED her voice. Her natural voice is so pretty and I used to have her sing me lullabies back when I was scared to sleep alone because of the massive hate I got in 2022. She’s so amazing and it makes me so sad that people don’t see it and I love her talent and wished she didn’t feel the pressure to be the best all the time. I love her and Mina together (I want them to adopt me.) but I don’t love seeing them make out in the living room. I watched her once fall to her news because of my “alleged” project with Sabrina carpenter as she proceeded to beg me to take her to meet her…..(I did).

🦒Yunjin — SIGHHHH. Jennifer huh…(or as I call her Jenni!). We started off as basically attached by the hip,! Like this girl was my best friend fr and then we started dating 😭 (she asked me out in the most craziest way tbh…). Probably one of the most amazing things ever cause she was literally the most perfect gf….until she wasn’t. Long story short: we broke up and it was messy as shit. Then I got with ryujin and She started getting mad at me for weird reasons and then we were back to best friends like we used to be…AND THEN ON FREAKING TOUR SHE TOLD ME SHE WANTED ME BACK EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS IM HAPPY WITH RYUJIN??? Long story short….we’re just friends now but not as close as once were and it makes me sad cause..Jenni ☹️😞

🦢Kazuha — MY ZUHAAAAA MY SWEET SWEET BABY!! I actually was the main one who talked to her during trainee days and we still are just as close! This is basically my little sister and when she had her solo debut I freaking SOBBED because of the song she made for me :(. She’s my sweet little swan and has a very big collection of white tennis shoes…SHE ALSO STARTED DATING BELLE FROM KIOF AND I ABSOLUTELY LOCE THEM!! Ballerina and the princess is what they are.

🐈Eunchae — so this is my daughter Eunchae!! I’m not joking when I say I spoil and baby her. She’s literally my little and I just love her and her chubby lil cheekies. She goes through weird phases like how she used to always say “Gyatt” whenever I walked in the room….She always comes to me mainly whenever she’s overwhelmed or when things do become too much for her and I try my best to make sure she gets to live her life as a kid since she still is one. She has had a few cutie crushes on ppl but I don’t think she’ll date anyone right now. (And she’s scared to date rn…)

!★☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬!

#☆…!Friends: NingNing, Seijun, Jennie, Jungkook, Soyeon, Hobi, Beomgyu, Felix, Jisung, Yeji, Garam, Jaylie, Natty, Jiheon, Maeyo, Keeho, Nabi, River, Reverie

#☆…!Gf: Ryujin of ITZY

#☆…!Exes: Jurin (2021-2021), Yunjin (2022-2024 I think ???)

[srirachaz]

⚠️spoilers for NYT spelling bee July 22 2024⚠️

SAM FUCKING EZERSKY I HAVE PERSONAL FUCKING BEEF WITH YOU BC WHY WOULD YOU ACCEPT HOMONYM, HOMONYMY, AND MONONYM BUT NOT FUCKING DEMONYM??????

NOT TO MENTION ACCEPTING MONDO WHICH IS SLANG AND NENE WHICH IS A PROPER NOUN AND HAWAIIAN NOT ENGLISH

AND WTF IS AN ODEON I HAD TO LOOK UP THE ANSWERS YOU PUNK ASS BITCH? A GREEK THEATER? ARE YOU KIDDING ME

DEMONYM IS TOO OBSCURE OR SMTH AND ODEON ISN'T?

[lindenattic]

not to publicly post about grankingit but this is literally the funniest thing imaginable to me right now. Unspecified Matt. Literally just Matt. Matt who? Matt. Pelisser? Cortez? No! Just Matt. Bitches Mononymous

[undergrounddrag]

RPFR Season 1, Premiere 1 in Review

Fags, hags and deviants of all persuasions: the day we’ve all been waiting for is finally here. If RuPaul’s Drag Race was too tame for you, you’re in luck, because before a single queen has even entered the Werk Room, we’re reminded exactly what kind of show this is set out to be. Right off the bat, the cinematographer treats us to some unsubtle zooms on the Pit Crew and some of their…er, equipment. If “equipment" was just an innuendo, we’d be in regular RuPaul territory - but these leather clad daddies are packing mace, tasers, and what looks suspiciously like an enormous bong (details of how this might be deployed are, presumably, to follow). Let it not be said that production isn’t taking health and safety seriously.

 Due to the show’s unprecedented 20-queen cast, the premiere episode has been split into two hour-long parts, each part focusing on ten of the contestants. The second part will air next week, after which both groups of queens will meet up for the first time. First through the door this episode is Frank-N-Furter, a bona fide rock star on his home planet of Transsexual, whose fierce strut, iconic beat and immaculate blend of glamour and camp make him a fearsome competitor. Next is the relatively unknown Chop Top Sawyer, apparently hailing from the backwoods of Texas. If his outfit is anything to go by, Chop Top isn’t exactly a look queen, but there’s something intriguing about his twitchy body language and constant bouts of cackling.

 Predictably, Frank doesn’t seem threatened by Chop Top, but he does raise an eyebrow when the next contestant walks into the room. Lestat de Lioncourt - originally from France, now living and performing in New Orleans - is snatched for the gods, henny. He greets the other two with a continental cheek kiss and graciously allows them to take in his slay, before the chatter is broken up by the arrival of the next competitor. Honeythorn Gump, known mononymously as Gump, is a pocket-sized performer with an impish, unreadable smile, and no one is able to coax anything remotely conversational out of him. Next up is Dennis Reynolds, a budget glamour queen from Philadelphia. If this was your run of the mill season of Drag Race, Dennis would already be getting the delusional edit, but this show’s raw footage format shows his true colours better than any edit could. Highlights of the ensuing conflict include Chop Top calling Dennis a “crackhead whore”. God, I love this show.

 It’s not just Transylvanians and ambiguously foreign forest spirits going head to head with the Americans, because up next is Godchel, hailing from Cardiff, Wales. Godchel boasts that she’s got the looks, she’s got the body, and, inexplicably, that she’s better than Madonna, in an entrance quote that will undoubtedly become legendary. From Gotham City, we get The Jonker - and honestly, the less said about him, the better. Joining Team Texas is Captain Spaulding, whose clownish appearance matches his personality, and who immediately dismisses the rest of the cast as “skinny bitches”. In terms of personality, he’s the only one holding a candle to Frank and Lestat, and this author definitely won’t be writing him off as a contender just yet.

 Rounding off the ten is Edna Mode, a diminutive Italian fashion queen with a no-nonsense attitude, and Fred Jones, a handsome all-American boy with a lot to prove. Lestat and Fred strike up an immediate friendship, supporting each other through the gruelling rehearsals for this week’s floorshow - a live perfomance of RuPaul’s latest single, 'Original Prankster'. During rehearsals, Godchel and Dennis are already going full season villain mode, with Godchel demanding her mic be louder than everyone else’s, and Dennis having a screaming meltdown over his choreography before receiving some herbal placation from the Pit Crew. (if you were wondering what that bong was for…)

 The judging panel is revealed - tonight, it’s just the six main hosts: RuPaul, Michelle Visage, the Boulet Brothers, and the lesser known but dramatically mononymous judging duo Ezra and Jasper; though it’s rumoured that selected guest judges may appear throughout the season. In the live performance, it’s a standing ovation for both Chop Top and Gump. Chop Top brings a gleefully unhinged energy to the song that Ru seems to dig, and Jasper commends Gump on his energy. It’s certainly a disappointment for the more polished contestants like Frank and Lestat - Lestat, especially, seems to have been on power saving mode this week. Still, the queens put in a solid first performance, and the only major flops are from Edna and The Jonker, the latter of whom didn’t bother showing up to rehearsals and spent most of the floorshow trying to start a fight with Spaulding.

 On the runway, the theme is Butch, which should be a slam dunk for actual butch queens Spaulding and Fred. While these two, along with Frank, are applauded for their looks, it is again Chop Top and Gump who get the most attention from the judges. Chop Top’s butch butcher fantasy gets two clawed thumbs up from the filth-loving Boulets, while Gump’s Marlene Dietrich-inspired look draws praise from Jasper and Ezra. Another surprise is Godchel, who impresses the panel with her equestrian-via-Prince kink wear, which Ezra calls “Level 4". Michelle iconically tells a floundering Dennis that he wouldn’t know butch if it slapped him in the face, and Edna also disappoints with a beautifully tailored but ultimately uninspired look.

 Ru announces that this will be a non-elimination episode, for anyone who hadn’t guessed that already. The top two - Gump and Chop Top - will instead lip sync for the win. The track is Tom Waits’ ‘Bad As Me’, and (praise Satan!) the lip sync is a legit nail-biter. Gump’s creepy folk-horror take on the song is mesmerising - for four minutes, he’s a ghastly erl-king, casting spiky, unnatural shapes with his remarkably flexible body. Chop Top is more of a crowd-pleaser, employing dance moves that are somewhere between public masturbator and electrocuted Pinocchio, alternating between humping the stage and humping the Pit Crew, and at one point slicing his wrist with a switchblade to suck up the blood and spit it at the judges. Seriously, what a way to kick off the season.

 The judges confer, and despite not being a known fan of venereal disease, Ru declares Chop Top the winner: a 5-1 majority, with Jasper being the sole voter for Gump. It’s a satisfying win for a genuine underdog, and a reminder that you don’t need an established fanbase to make a splash on the show.

 Final thoughts: If the second cast of queens is even half as much fun as this first one, I can’t wait for next week.

                    Jean E. Mitchell

[machudson]

i love rosencanny i love how marrow has three vastly different hairstyles in the span of one issue. most insane xbook

[g0dr0t]

whatever whatever cowboy shit

[cruellove]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑,

snow  ghost  ,  as  written  by  taryn  .  she/her  pronouns  ,  pst  .

application.    —      connections.    —      skeleton.    —    pinterest.

IN SUMMARY:

raised in a place where time seemed to still, a shrine-home in a mountainside with her mother - a priestess, an intercessor for gods & spirits - with occasional visits from her father, the then-emperor’s most trusted general. given the isolation, life is the fairytale she makes it, a collection of singing with birds & talking w spirits she believes live under their home. visitors who come to make offerings to the gods often bring trinkets for her as well bc she’s So Lovely And Fair, and we call that the beginning of a gossamer god complex. around 8/9 things start to go weird, and end with her memory of being swept down the mountain in a flood, carried away from her home.

or that’s what she remembers. decades later, she receives a gift of a collection of folktales and mythologies which includes that of a story about a shaman, an emperor’s warrior, and a little girl who drowns in the flooding of a mountain’s river. so who knows really if she’s been deluding herself from the start :)

there are some hints in her app as to what really happened, but !

[ redacted time period bc i’m waiting for tyrian to be picked up heheh ]

travels as a young woman performing traditional dances her mother instructed her in as a child to pass the time. there’s always been elements of consuming love and imminent danger in her life, so i like to think there are folk songs and a few minor mythologies inspired by her + her travels

gets turned at 27 by sayoko, a researcher & collector for firefly. she’s more in love than she’s ever been. sayoko is responsible for her turning, and they get one (1) lovely night hokuei before her beloved’s body and head are irreparably separated. decides she’ll continue to swear herself to firefly in honour of her dead & dear darling.

introduces herself to society with an unintentional (?) Bang. in the middle of her performance a previous lover flung himself on stage to kill her. the man currently hooked on her also jumps up to protect her. they brawled on stage and yena... kept dancing. almost as if it was intentional. the performance ends perfectly, with two corpses at her feet, and the audience goes Wild while she sobs over their bodies

mononymously known as yena on the island, a somewhat high-ranking House Bitch for firefly since she’s not smart enough to be doing mad science (generally this means being an emissary/liaison). certainly considered a National Treasure to the vampires given the general appeal of her blood combined w performance, but those outside hokuei likely don’t know or care about her

inherently self-serving because she needs to protect herself in a v literal way. currently realizing she needs/wants more than tenuous-at-best safety and cushy living. dream girl and unreliable narrator. what’s the difference between romanticization, bullshit, and lies ?? we’re gonna find out 

[spaceaudio]

bitch apparently there’s a singer who was born like only a WEEK after me and we have the same name pronounced the same way and he’s using it as a single name???? like a mononym like he’s rihanna. and he and i dress exactly the same. i have no choice i must end his life

[jiminfms]

         *  hi  ,  my  name’s  tee  and  this  ain’t  a  waist  trainer  bitch  ,  this  a  back  brace  i  got  scoliosis  .  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨  ,  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬   ( finally  )  !  i  prefer  either  feminine  or  non - binary  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  time  zone !  it  has  taken  me  so  long  to  formally  write  and  i  highkey  hate  it  because  i  lost  muse  for  my  queen  miss  giavanna  ,  so  i  decided  to  bring  another  muse  instead  of  leaving  because  honestly  ...  i  love  ya’ll  🥺 .  the  way  i  love  miss  jennie  kim  is  more  than  i  wanna  admit  ,  so  let  me  introduce  you  guys  to  the  tiny  ball  of  aggression  that  is  jimin  jung !

          omg  !  i  was  walking  yonge  street  downtown  ,  and  you’ll  never  guess  who  i  saw  .  jimin  jung  !  i  just  saw  a  post  about  them  on  sixsecrets ! i  think  it  said  something  like  ' jimin  jung  physically  restrained  by  security  guards  following  a  verbal  argument  with  fellow  customer  at  drake  one  fifty ! ' .  isn’t  that  wild  ?  i  guess  it  makes  sense  though  ,  since  they’re  apparently  antagonistic  and  bellicose  .  but  i’ve  heard  they’re  also  sultry  and  voguish  ! i’ll  just  stick  to  giving  them  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  .  i  mean  ,  it’s  not  like  i  know  them  personally  —  they’re  a  famous  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  ! you  know  ,  i’ve  actually  heard  rumors  that  redacted  ,  but  they’re  just  rumors  …  i  think  .  i  dunno  .  if  you  happen  to  run  into  them  ,  tell  them  i’m  their  biggest  fan !

FULL  NAME  :  jung  jimin  .

NICKNAME(S) :  n/a  .

AGE  +  DATE  OF  BIRTH :  24  +  june  10th  ,  1996  .

ASTROLOGICAL  SIGN  :  gemini  .

MEYERS - BRIGGS  PERSONALITY  TYPE :  entj  .

MORAL  ALIGNMENT :  chaotic  neutral  .

GENDER  +  PRONOUNS  :  cis  female  +  she / her / hers  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  bisexual  .

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  biromantic  .

PLACE  OF  BIRTH :  kensington  ,  london  ,  england  .

PLACE  OF  RESIDENCE  :  toronto  ,  ontario  ,  canada ( specifically  ,  in  the  neighborhood  of  forest  hill ) .

OCCUPATION  :  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  .

VOICECLAIM  :  dua  lipa  .

NATIONALITY  :  british  -  korean  .

ETHNICITY  :  korean  .

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN  :  english  ,  korean  ,  and  japanese  .

i.  prosopography  .

            jimin’s  story  begins  with  the  fateful  meeting  of  her  parents  ,  kim  seo - yeon  and  jung  do - young  ,  on  a  cold  winter’s  day  .  they  found  themselves  at  the  tender  ages  of  20  and  22  ,  attending  a  boring  christmas  gala  with  their  parents  when  they  would  have  preferred  to  do  anything  else  in  the  world  .  seo - yeon  was  a  women  who  knew  what  she  wanted  the  moment  her  eyes  landed  upon  it  ,  so  when  she  made  brief  eye  contact  with  do - young  ,  she  purposefully  spilled  a  glass  of  champagne  onto  his  expensive  tom  ford  suit  and  made  a  big  deal  of  it  .  this  sparked  their  whirlwind  romance  ,  and  six  months  later  they  found  themselves  announcing  their  engagement  to  korean  media  outlets  .

           despite  how  quickly  they  were  engaged  ,  their  parents  saw  this  as  mutually  beneficial  .  seo - yeon  is  the  youngest  daughter  of  the  wealthy  kim  family  ,  owners  of  the  kq  group  conglomerate  that  was  worth  billions  in  its  own  right  .  do - young  was  the  only  child  of  his  parents  ,  and  came  from  park  family  lineage  where  their  hotels  and  resorts  were  the  cause  of  their  fortune  .  the  families  were  soon  to  be  one  ,  and  the  couple  was  the  chaebol  heirs  that  others  envied  .  following  their  lavish  wedding  ,  seo - yeon  and  do - young  decided  that  they  were  going  to  head  off  to  london  to  make  a  life  for  themselves  .  so  ,  they  transferred  to  oxford  university  ,  finished  their  schooling  ,  and  shortly  after  seo - yeon’s  graduation  from  the  financial  economics  program  ,  the  couple  discovered  that  they  were  expecting  .

          it  was  a  sticky  summer  day  when  seo - yeon  unexpectedly  gave  birth  to  their  daughter  ,  who  decided  not  to  allow  her  parents  time  to  get  to  the  hospital  .  jimin  was  born  in  the  bathtub  of  her  parents’  luxury  bathroom  ,  and  right  into  the  arms  of  her  slightly  panicked  but  overjoyed  father  .  from  the  time  that  she  was  a  toddler  ,  araminta  was  a  very  precocious  child  ,  picking  up  on  skills  quite  quickly  and  speaking  in  few  short  sentences  by  the  time  she  was  eleven  months  old  .  as  she  grew  older  ,  jimin’s  parents  remained  hands  on  despite  their  busy  schedules  ,  and  decided  that  they  would  see  what  their  daughter  would  have  the  most  interest  in  .  when  she  was  four  ,  her  parents  began  piano  lessons  ,  and  it  was  evident  that  she  had  a  natural  gift  for  the  instrument  .

            life  for  jimin  had  always  been  comfortable  ,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  take  the  usual  route  ,  or  what  was  expected  of  her  .  she  had  always  been  interested  in  music  ,  so  she  she  originally  started  with  taking  dance  classes  .  she  trained  in  all  forms  of  dance  in  order  to  be  well  rounded  ,  and  she  initially  had  dreams  of  becoming  a  backup  dancer  ,  but  when  she  was  playing  around  and  decided  to  make  a  video  singing  a  song  that  she  had  written  all  on  her  own  ,  jimin  became  an  overnight  sensation  .  her  song  ,  hotter  than  hell  ,  blew  up  almost  instantly  and  she  was  signed  to  warner  music  group  .  

            i’ve  written  enough  VCJNXVBHCV  but  her  career  has  followed  the  timeline  of  dua’s  ,  although  it’s  slightly  off  by  maybe  the  month  or  the  year  .   she  has  won  a  total  of  forty - two  awards  in  her  career  ,  including  two  grammy  awards  and  three  brit  awards  .  although  miss  dua  got  a  lil  clowned  for  her  dancing  at  one  point  ,  i  must  say  that  jimin  is  quite  the  performer  ,  and  definitely  makes  use  of  the  stages  by  recreating  music  videos  or  simply  giving  the  audience  an  experience  .  she  has  not  released  future  nostalgia  as  of  yet  ,  but  it’s  what  she’s  currently  working  towards  !  through  her  career  ,  she  is  known  by  her  mononym  jimin  !

ii.  temperament  .

jimin  is  a  real  bitch  ,  but  she  doesn’t  go  out  of  her  way  to  ‘  out  bitch  ’  someone  because  she  finds  it  to  be  kinda  dumb  .  she’s  primarily  looking  to  have  fun  ,  and  no  one  is  about  to  be  bitchy  around  her  without  getting  snatched  up  .

she  parties  like  she  just  turned  twenty - one  and  dares  someone  to  say  something  about  it  !  invite  her  to  the  club  and  she’s  coming  without  a  second  thought  .  she’s  the  friend  who  will  make  plans  and  will  get  a  little  sad  when  people  cancel  on  her  ,  but  she’s  still  going  to  find  a  way  to  enjoy  herself  .

does  not  take  authority  seriously  and  she  can  be  seen  making  a  jerking  off  motion  whenever  someone  kisses  up  to  those  of  authority  .  talks  shit  ,  but  backs  it  up  because  if  you’re  bold  enough  to  talk  shit  you  might  get  hit  ,  right  ?  

she’s  a  sultry  bitch  and  she  loves  it  .  give  her  the  chance  and  she’ll  flirt  with  a  tree  ,  she’ll  flirt  with  a  plant  ,  and  she  might  flirt  with  your  significant  other  .  she  can  get  kinda  lewd  and  will  say  something  really  off - beat  ,  and  honestly  shut  her  up  if  you  do  .

the  epitome  of  a  gen - z  /  millennial  line  straddler  as  she  can’t  walk  past  a  mirror  without  taking  pictures  of  herself  .  sickeningly  vain  as  she  takes  pictures  at  any  chance  she  can  like  after  getting  her  hair  and  makeup  done  or  even  when  she’s  out  and  about  shopping  .    

iii. headcanons  .

jimin  is  quite  chaotic  and  she  does  not  hold  back  from  it !  she’s  a  pot  stirrer  ,  and  she’ll  watch  everything  unfold  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  one  to  start  the  problems  in  the  first  place  .  not  afraid  to  spread  a  rumor  or  putting  a  trolling  instagram  comment  on  one  of  her  posts  on  blast .  she  likes  to  be  petty  ,  but  she  can  back  it  up  ( but  it’s  NOT  fat  enough  😔 )  .  

her  style  is  vastly  different  than  what’s  expected  .  on  stage  ,  i  would  think  her  style  is  something  akin  to  kpop  stage  outfits  ,  but  not  necessarily  as  tame  .  she’s  not  afraid  to  show  skin  so  there’s  a  lot  of  embellished  leotards  and  heels  ,  dramatic  eye  makeup  and  perfectly  styled  hair  .  off  stage  ,  she  likes  a  relaxed  but  high - end  style  .  lots  of  denim  ,  lots  of  black  ,  loves  oversized  pieces  ,  but  she  loves  to  follow  trends  where  she  can  .

loves  to  yoga  ,  pilates  ,  and  anything  else  that  doesn’t  involve  having  to  go  to  an  actual  gym  .  she  especially love aerial  yoga  as  it  keeps  her  flexible  as  a  dancer  .

miss  jennie  didn’t  let  us  enjoy  it  long  enough  ,  but  jimin’s  hair  is  canon  to  jennie’s  blonde  pieces  ! she’ll  switch  up  the  color  every  so  often  with  temporary  dyes  ,  but  other  than  that  ,  it’s  usually  always  blonde  !

she  doesn’t  drink  st*rbucks  so  don’t  ask  her  to  go  ,  and  she  especially  doesn’t  go  because  she  likes  very  simple  coffee  drinks  .

iv.  wanted  connections  .

give  me  everything  ,  please  !  i’d  love  some  of  the  basics  like  former  friends  ,  best  friends  ,  industry  rivals  ,  friends  with  benefits  ,  confidant(s)  ,  frenemies  ,  good / bad  influences  ,  one  night  stand(s)  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  or  a  current  or  ex  fling  !

because  i  love  my  women  loving  women  ,  hand  over  the  ex  girlfriend  !  in  my  head  i’m  thinking  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  and  they  were  really  good  to  one  another  ,  but  they  drifted  apart  .  they  remain  good  friends  and  people  probably  think  there’s  still  feelings  because  they  can  be  rather  touchy  feely  with  one  another  (  👀 )  .

ifykyk  ....  but  i  love  angst  !  i  love  to  have  my  heart  ripped  right  out  of  my  chest  so  give  me  angst  in  any  form  :  angsty  friends ,  exes  ,  anything  !  

a  couple  who  are  stuck  in  a  limbo  !  they  have  yet  to  make  it  past  the  point  of  friends  ,   wondering  if  they’re  just  a  hookup  to  one  another  would  there  could  potentially  be  more  .  they  probably  fight  a  lot  because  of  those  underlying  feelings  ,  but  it  could  be  interesting  to  explore  either  way  !

give  me  enemies  !  and  not  for  fake  but  two  people  who  genuinely  dislike  one  another  .  it’s  not  surprising  for  jimin  to  not  get  along  with  a  lot  of  people  considering  the  fact  that  she’s  not  ...  the  nicest  ,  and  i’m  not  entirely  sure  as  to  why  they’d  dislike  each  other  ,  but  it  could  be  so  much  thank  u  KFJDFDS  .

give  me  the  heartbreak  that  still  lingers  i  will  sell  you  my  SOUL  .  maybe  their  relationship  was  good  ,  or  it  was  a  mess  KNFJD  ,  but  but  when  they  broke  up  they  haven’t  fully  gotten  over  it  yet  ?  probably  a  lot  of  lingering  looks  ,  and  giving  compliments  but  they’re  kinda  awkward  because  they  don’t  know  how  to  approach  each  other  sometimes  .

[balladweave]

i’m doing apprentice stuff yay

Two headcanons for your muse that you’ve never told anyone:

- Though technically mononymous, his last name is legally ‘Sauobje,’ which is a chopped-up version of ‘sans objet, meaning ‘not applicable’ in French, because fantasy paperwork and lack of English fluency are a bitch.

- He has a familiar, a lizard named Pêche who is about the size of his hand.

Three things your character likes doing in their free time:

- Play the piano (mostly pre-existing pieces with a few original compositions tossed in)

- Walk by the sea (the sound of the water and smell of the salt are calming to him)

- People-watch from a window in the shop.

Seven people your character likes/loves: (not in particular order)

- Julian

- His sister

- Asra

- Pepi (mostly because she’s really soft)

-  Scout

- Jaques (the composer)

- Bread guy

Two things your character regrets:

- Not doing enough to carry his own weight when he and his sister were kids.

- Letting Jaques send him and his sister to Vesuvia (he regrets this less now, after meeting Julian and establishing a life there, but he used to beat himself up over it a lot.)

Two phobias your character has:

- Losing people/being abandoned.

- Fire.

[tystreasuretrove]

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Starlight Crusaders - Chapter One

Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Africa, a small fishing ship uncovers a dark secret, lost for over one hundred years to the depths of the sea. The crew on board successfully recovered a lost item from the sea beneath the Canary Islands. A large metal coffin, mistaken by the crew for a treasure chest, bearing the emblazoned text of a mononym: DIO.

By morning, the ship was found abandoned and adrift, the crew was nowhere to be seen, with not a hint of damage across the entire vessel, and only three half-empty cups of coffee in the mess room. The only sign of anything strange or bizarre was that of the aforementioned coffin, ripped open with a blowtorch and revealing a secret compartment of unknown usage beneath the main chamber. Eventually, both the ship and coffin were forgotten from public memory, leaving the secrets held to both lost to all but a select few in the world.

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Several years later, in Japan, a woman named Holly Joestar-Kujo finds herself at a local jail, arriving on request to pick up her estranged teenage son, Jotaro Kujo.

“Oh..just tell me? How many was it?”

“How many..?”

“How many people has my Jotaro killed?!”

This outburst caught the jail wardens off-guard. Being sure to give her plenty of room, they hurried to console the woman, who by all means was nearly bursting to tears.

“Ma’am, please! He hasn’t killed anyone! Yeah he was in a fight, but no one died. Though he  roughed ‘em up good for sure. Four street rats with nunchucks and knives, and he left them with fifteen broken bones between ‘em! He put ‘em all in the hospital!”

“I see, well I’ll make sure he learns his lesson from all this.”

“It’s not just that, ma’am. He’s been acting very strange lately. Let’s show you what I mean.”

With this, the guards would escort the woman further into the jail, through a winding path of holding cells. Emotions overwhelmed the woman as they walked, and the police were more than shocked to see her begin to sprint down the halls, calling out her son’s name. “Jotaro! Jotaro! Jojo..?!”

“Shut up, you bitch! I’m sick of hearing you scream!”

Holly and her police escort stopped in front of the cell holding Jotaro Kujo, his outburst further stunning the guards as Holly simply smiled and let out an ecstatic “Okay!” With frustration, one of the duo of guards stormed over and began kicking and rattling the bar.

“Hey, Kujo! Get the hell up! Your mom’s here to take you home. Now get outta here!”

Holly looked over to the other officer. “You’re really letting me take him after all this?”

“We can’t keep him here forever, ma’am.”

Still going at the bars, the other officer hollered in a vicious tone. “Hey Jojo! How many times we gotta tell ya?! Get out!”

Finally Jotaro rose from the jail bed, casting a glare so stern the two police officers nearly jumped back in shock. Looking his mom dead in the eyes, he let out a growling speech.

“So they called in the big guns, huh? Go home, mom. I’m staying here for a while. I’ve got this...energy flowing through me, and it hurt those guys far more than I meant to. I almost killed them with it. And that’s why I can’t leave until I figure this out.”

“Now do you see, ma’am? He refuses to leave! But we aren’t some kind of hotel, so you gotta get him outta here!”

This discussion led to a rush of the other inmates sharing Jotaro’s cell to push themselves against the bars, pleading to be let out into another cell. Their clothing was covered in scorch marks, and as the officers examined them, they noticed most of the rest of the cell was too. One of the officers began to swing his baton around berating the pleading prisoners and ordering them to quiet down. 

The commotion ground to a sudden halt as a bright flash of light caught the attention of everyone involved. Looking back to Jotaro, they saw him holding a burning scrap of fabric torn from the cell’s bedsheets. A piercing white flame flicked its way across the strip of cloth, charring it to a black crisp. Upon seeing this, the officers finally processed what all was happening, and one of them began to shout at the top of his lungs. “Hey, what the hell’s going on?! How’s he lighting fires in the damn cell? Hey Kujo, you better not have a lighter in there or something!”

“I told you, there’s this energy inside me, and this is one of the things it does. It’s difficult to control, so I’m trying to study it. Now go away.”

“Oh no you don’t! If you’re gonna be lighting fires in our cells, we sure as hell aren’t keeping you here. Get your ass outta there right now!”

“If you’re gonna insist on being so damn stubborn, then let me show you how scary this power of mine can get…”

As Jotaro stood and began to approach the cell bars, the other inmates hurriedly pressed themselves flat against the walls, trembling in fear. Standing eye to eye with his mother and the two officers, Jotaro took in a deep breath and flexed his right arm in the direction of one of the officers. A dazzling white bolt of what felt like pure heat and light arced along his arm, causing it to appear as though his arm had dislocated itself to bend between the bars and down to the officer’s belt, grabbing his handgun and snapping it from the officer’s safety cord in one swift motion, withdrawing the revolver and his arm back into the cell, his arm looking perfectly healthy, a stark contrast from the dislocation Holly and the officers were positive they’d witnessed. 

Jotaro took the handgun and removed a single bullet from the cylinder of the police revolver, holding it upright to point towards the ceiling. The same white arcs of energy coursed between his fingers and into the round, causing it to fire its payload directly into the concrete slab above him. The sound of the shot caused everyone to jump and yelp in alarm, as Jotaro simply flicked the shell casing to the ground outside the bars, before twirling the revolver in his hand and returning it to the officer handle-first.

“Now do you believe me?”

[guitar-solos-and-tears]

you aren't even a widowmaker main you lyin ass bitch

Personne ne peut se cacher à ma vue

[acuppellarp]

Welcome to A Cup-pella, Jaye! We’re excited to have you and Teddy Dixon in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours. 

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Jaye, She/Her Age: 24 Timezone: CST Ships: Teddy/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Teddy/Forced

IC INFO

Full Name: Theodora Levi Dixon Face Claim: Shay Mitchell Age/Birthday: October 31st, (24) Occupation: Barista at A-Cup, Student Personality: sarcastic, self indulgent, impulsive, amiable, distant Hometown: New Orleans, LA Bio: Growing up with two very successful parents is never easy, it’s even worse when said successful parents happen to be a former professional baseball player and a dentist. Emerald and Theo Dixon were the epitome of picture perfect and once they started a family of their own, they expected their children to uphold the same standards. Theodora is the youngest of three, she has two older brothers, Eric and Trevor, both whom are significantly older than Theodora herself. 10 and 7 years older, respectively. Her parents hadn’t planned on having more kids or rather were told that they couldn’t have more, but after years of not giving up, she happened to be their miracle baby, if you will. One would think that would be a great thing but for her, it was anything but.

Theodora was always the odd child out. She didn’t fit the mold of the perfect daughter that her parents had high expectations for. She didn’t want to play with the other kids - more often than not, she stayed cooped up in her room for hours finding solace in art. As much as her mom tried to make her like the color pink, she wouldn’t wear anything besides black and occasionally red because she liked that it was the boldest color of them all. Her grades for sure weren’t up to par, but she never failed a class.. as long as she could get a grade above failing, she settled for it. None of this sat well with the Dixons, however, and once they knew she was old enough to take care of herself, they sent her off to live with her grandparents in NY.

It wasn’t until that moment that she began to find herself. Stripping herself of any linking to her parents, considering she was named after her father, she began going by the mononym, “Teddy”. Taking on a new persona is when she actually began to find herself. She actually began taking part in sports and extracurriculars and getting involved in her studies. She made a complete 360. Maybe it was because she didn’t feel the pressure of living up to anyone’s expectations or maybe it was because she could finally breathe without feeling like she was being judged, but her life completely turned around. Her junior year, she decided to join the school’s soccer team, in hopes of being scouted and adding something relatively interesting to her college app. Surprisingly, she was really good at it and she decided to take it more seriously as the school year progressed.

During her run on the team, she became close to quite a few of her teammates. Namely, one girl in particular by the name of “Mickey”. It started off with playful banter of each other’s name, to hanging out with the team after practice, to going for burgers and milkshakes alone, to spending nights at one another’s houses and spending every waking moment together, to not talking at all. In between those relationship progressions, one night, the two ended up hooking up after a playful tickle fight, and then the next day, Mickey treated Teddy as if she didn’t even know her. Teddy never knew what she did to deserve that as she wasn’t the one to initiate anything first but it kind of cemented the person that she is today.

The remainder of her high school career, she became very distant. Not only was she dealing with losing someone who she thought was her best friend but she was also dealing with her sexuality on top of it all. She’d lost her virginity a few months prior, but it wasn’t to a girl. She hadn’t even thought of girls like that in that way before that night and she was having a hard time sorting it out alone. Was it just Mickey that she liked? Was it a spur of the moment thing? Did she just need a release or did she like girls at all? She couldn’t quite figure it out but with the way her trust issues were now set up, she didn’t really have anyone to help navigate her.

After taking a few years off after graduation to try to find herself, she decided to tackle college with much persuasion from her grandmother. Although she was looking forward to every aspect of it, Teddy swore she wouldn’t touch friends or relationships ever again. And for a while, she didn’t. It was all studies and soccer with April’s Showers (and the occasional play she’d get roped into by her “not-friend” friend in exchange for helping her with her homework on days that she overslept and missed class). It’s not like she really had time to do anything else really but her junior year, she decided to act on impulse, not wanting to waste all of her college experience. College is where you find yourself afterall, right? She got a job at ACup to give her something to do in her spare time, and she picks up odd shifts when she can. And to fill that dull void of being alone? She began hooking up, no strings and no feelings attached. She vowed to never let her feelings cloud that. Sex was sex, and that was it. It became her vice, if you will. But she soon realized then on, that her main attraction was moreso to her female “companions” but she’s still not willing to put a name on it.

In all honesty, she doesn’t know what she’s doing…Teddy is still trying to figure out this simulation game called life. She doesn’t want to be closed off, she doesn’t want an estranged relationship with her parents, she doesn’t want to be confused, to be this girl, but she doesn’t know how not to be. She’s just trying to figure out what’s the best route that leads home.

Pets: She has a cat by the name of Roosevelt. He’s very standoffish and stays either to himself or literally attached to Teddy at all times. 90% of the time he is cooped up in her room so no one has a problem with him as she is mostly heard and hardly ever seen.

Relationships:

APRIL’S SHOWERS: It’s safe to say that Teddy doesn’t hate any one though she does prefer some as opposed to others. She’s only been on the team for a few months but she no longer considers herself an outcast. She wouldn’t go as far as to say she considers any of them “friends” but she does make an effort to break her “closed off” spell for the sake of the team and retaining a bond with everyone involved.

BRITTANY, ROWAN AND KATE: When Teddy’s last roommate graduated and moved out, the girl was disappointed to say the least. She’d lived with her two years and now not only was she being forced to get a new roommate but 3 of them, she was sure it was going to be Hell. But surprisingly enough, it was anything but. The 3 of them get along swimmingly and are relatively close and though sometimes Teddy doesn’t approve of a lot of their lifestyle choices, she thinks she got pretty lucky with them.

EXTRA INFO

Twitter name/twitter URL/description: theoddybear

Five latest tweets:

@theoddybear: What did the green grape say to the purple grape? Breathhhe, BITCH! BREATHEE. @theoddybear: It’s becoming a sad pattern for every guy to think I’m hitting on them when I ask if they want extra sugar. Dude, I’m just doing my damn job. #thirstymuch? @theoddybear: Skating on the edge of 30 in a few years and I still don’t know how to properly do my laundry. Don’t worry, I’m already judging myself. @theoddybear: #fucktrump @theoddybear: I have two words. Dascha. Polanco. That’s it. That’s the tweet.  

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