#girl catholic is in the name of the fucking university. the fuck are you complaining about.

[supercantaloupe]

nah instagram keeps recommending an acct to me whose entire shtick is that our very catholic college is not catholic enough, with such delightful posts as "genuinely comparing being pro choice to racism" and "the secularists are trying to destroy religion on campus by cancelling a guest speaker"

[multifandomwife]

Brief moments: Chapter 2

NSFW

Sylvie visits you after you begin dating, and you decide to give her a pleasant surprise

Warnings: Loss of virginity, cuss words, sex, Use of pet names, Use of the word 'master' NSFW Warnings: Mentions of death, Usage of cuss words, oral sex (fem reader receiving), Use of double-sided dildos, Loss of Virginity, Penetrative sex, Riding, degradation kink, Praise kink, Use of the pet name Princess, Slut, Whore, Manhandling, overstimulation

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You tapped your foot impatiently as you waited for your shift to end. Usually by this time of the evening, a fellow nurse named Tara would take over and do rounds for the night. You don’t mind staying half an hour more occasionally, but a special someone was about to visit you today.

Sylvie had promised that she would meet you today at 9pm. It was either today or never again. You prayed to the universe that it wasn’t the latter. You kept glancing at the clock every two minutes. 8:01, 8:05, but no sign of Tara yet.

“Calm down y/n, you’re scaring the patients bro” Another nurse, Javed appeared in front of you and joked.

“Sorry oh my god” You chuckled as you fidgeted with the surgical mask in your hand

“I’m just late for something,” You said and his expression shifted to a teasing one

“Someone special at home??” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you snorted at his reference

“No seriously Y/n!! You’re red as fuck” He laughed as you threw him a playful glare. Javed was someone you trusted and often went to clubs with. He is a cool guy usually, but right now he’s getting on your last nerve by teasing.

You were quiet for some time and just smiled at him as he whined and complained about you not being his true friend.

“Well, there is someone” You quietly confessed as you walked over to a patient’s bed to check their vitals. He followed you excitedly.

“Okay miss, I’m going to need some elaboration on that” He whisper screamed as you glared at him to keep his voice down.

“Her name is Sylvie” you paused to note the vitals down on your notepad. “We are in a long-distance relationship” That was the sanest term to explain it. “And she happens to be seeing me today” You finished and gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Bye- what are you doing for her” He gasped when you gave him a confused look.

“We’ll eat ice cream and watch gossip girl,” You said nonchalantly and shrugged. He looked as if he’d just been slapped in the face.

“Gossip girl? Are you fucking 13?” He asked as your mouth opened in protest, but he stopped you in between.

“Listen up, you’re going to wear your hot clothes and surprise her with something better” He grabbed your shoulders and explained. A scoff escaped your mouth.

“You’re giving me advice about women now?”

“Well, I’ve been in successful relationships with women, so you can shut up” He smiled sarcastically and you sighed at his insisting

“I don’t know, we’ve never like- you know” You tried to explain. You and Sylvie hadn’t been intimate in bed before. Only a few weeks ago Sylvie had begun growing comfortable to you cuddling her on the couch, so you did not want to force her into anything. You on the other hand, had never experienced sex with anyone.

“Well, its never too late” This time he gave you a genuine smile and you returned it.

“Thanks Javed, I appreciate it” He nodded and turned to look away

“I’ll have to look for something hot though. I’m basically your local catholic girl when it comes to clothes” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair

“If Tara shows up in the next five minutes, I’ll text you an address you can get something at” He took out his cellphone and rapidly typed something. You gave a surprised expression as your phone chimed in your back pocket. As you were checking the address, your co worker barged in.

“I’m so sorry guys! Becky threw up again” Tara rushed through the door as she hastily tied up her hair. You gave an assuring smile to the single mother and so did Javed. You bolted past her towards the exit to change into your normal clothes.

You set up the food on the counter in case the entire sex plan did not work out. You made sure that your first aid kit was placed on the coffee table, so that you could help Sylvie with her scratches and wounds. After double checking that everything was right in the common area, you headed towards your bedroom.

You opened up your cupboard and took out a pink coloured box as your hands shook with both anticipation and excitement. The box contained a green coloured piece that you had picked out, keeping in mind that green was Sylvie’s colour. Running your hands through the soft material of the outfit you imagined the way Sylvie would tear it off of you. Not wanting to waste any more time fantasizing and growing needy, you decided to put it on.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your eyes up and down your figure, all the while feeling up the fabric and your body. The outfit had lace covering the part your cleavage would be, and it certainly left less than enough to the imagination. The material carried on like an usual dress, till the bottom where it abruptly stopped. It was short enough for anyone to get a clear view of your ass when you bent down even a bit. You decided to wear no underwear. You were confused as to whether you should with lingerie, but after a bit of researching on google you, decided against it. After looking at yourself in the mirror for some time you went over to your bedside to check the time.

9:01

‘She must be coming anytime now’ You thought to yourself as you wore a coat above your dress. Something you clearly copied off of Pornhub.

You paced back and forth from your bed to your door as you shook in nervousness. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe Javed was wrong. You finally decided to abandon the mission and were about to go change into your normal clothes when you felt a gush of wind behind you.

A happy looking Sylvie stepped out of the portal and gave you a big grin.

“Y/N! I made it!” You laughed at her enthusiasm. Fuck, you couldn’t go change now.

“Did you want me to die? Why aren’t you happy” She playfully asked with a cheeky grin and lifted an eyebrow at your response

“What? No!” You huffed and crossed your hands over you chest

“Okay” She laughed and walked over to your couch. She turned to look at you when you didn’t join her on it and instead just stood there fidgeting with your coat.

“Well?” She asked

“Um, how about you get cleaned up and I’ll wait for you in the room?” You asked hopefully after making up your mind to lose your virginity tonight. She shrugged at your question and got up.

“Wow y/n, never took you for a cleanliness freak. But to be honest, a shower sounds really good” She placed a small kiss on your cheek and you blushed at the casual show of affection. You chuckled nervously as she grabbed midgradian clothes from her cupboard and rushed to the bathroom.

You waited for her while you tossed and turned to find an appropriate position to lay in. You finally laid on your side with one hand molded against your figure towards the side, head supported by the other hand on your elbows. You had discarded your brown coat in the process.

She soon walked out of the shower drying her hair with a towel. She stopped when she saw you laying on the bed with nothing but a flimsy material covering your body. You were worrying that you were being over the top when she did nothing but look at your body for two minutes straight. Then she spoke up.

“What’s this love” She placed the towel on your table and slowly walked towards you. Like a predator approaching its prey, careful but excited.

You gave her the best seductive smile you could muster and answered

“A little return gift” You smiled with humour in your eyes. Your eyes followed hers as they landed on your cleavage that was enhanced because of the pressure on your elbow.

“Hm I never knew that you were a little slut y/n” She spoke softly. A finger reached out to trail the lace of the garment. Her eyes fixated on your chest.

She suddenly stopped and looked at your face. You looked back at her in concern, afraid that you had upset her.

“But you’re dressed a bit too modest for a slut, aren’t you?” She spoke up after a second and had she surprised you. Your mouth slightly opened as heat rushed to your face, and other places too.

“Um” You stuttered and she gave a smirk. She slowly ran her hands down the valley of your breasts, and then settled them on your lower abdomen. She gently rubbed the skin over the material of the dress. She then made her way down to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her hands felt cold and skilled over your skin.

As you were beginning to adjust to the soothing feeling. She pounced on you, making you yelp in surprise. She had you pinned underneath her, with your arms above your head. You felt even more exposed to her gaze now.

“Sylvie” You whined as you wiggled around trying to get some attention from her.

She tore off your robe in one attempt. You were surprised at her strength, she can kill people- so you shouldn’t be.

“No undergarments?” She quirked an eyebrow playfully as she ran her palm across the side of your now bare body. You blushed at her noticing the fact and tried to cover yourself.

“Don’t hide princess” She commanded and pulled your figure closer to her clothed one.

“I- Sylvie, I’ve never done this before” You blurted out and her features softened a lot more than before.

“Do you want this, y/n?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear

“Yes Sylvie” You nodded assuringly. “Do you?” She chuckled a bit

“Of course y/n” She placed a small kiss on your nose and you giggled, still in her grasp.

She moved down from your face to come face to face with your tits. She threw you a last glance before latching her lips onto your nipple. You gasped at the new sensation. Her mouth felt cold against your hot flushed skin. She was a frost giant after all.

She kept sucking repeatedly, enough to leave a purple bruise there the next day. One of her hands came up to knead the flesh of the other breast. Her finger rolled the hard bud between the forefinger and thumb. You were melting at her ministrations, and she had only just begun.

She let go of your nipple with a quiet pop and smiled up at you. She lifted herself up a bit and slowly slithered down to your core. Her face hovered close to your pussy, close enough for you to feel her cold breath against your womanhood.

“Sylvie please” You begged her to do something. You were almost aching for her to do something to you.

“Do you want master to touch you, princess?” You felt your stomach do summersaults at the way she addressed herself. You nodded in response to her question

She bent down and buried her face in your core. You moaned at the feeling and clutched the sheets hard. Your eyes shot open when she unhooded your clit and attacked it with her mouth. Her name fell from your mouth like a prayer as she worshipped you. You were starting to bask in the feeling of her swirling her tongue over your clit again and again. She brought one hand forward and slowly trailed your wetness from your hole to your clit. She carefully took her index finger and started to insert it into your wet heat.

You wiggled your hips a bit at the weird sensation.

“Calm down princess, I’ll make it feel good” She whispered assuringly and you rested your head against the pillow comfortably.

After a few more thrusts of her digits, you started to enjoy it.

“Do you like that princess” She asked when she saw you pushing back on her fingers for more pressure. She inserted another finger and you gasped loud enough for your neighbours to hear you. Wet thrusting sounds filled the room accompanied by your moans.

“Sylvie, Sylvie I’m about to-“ You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as she continued her movements. The knot in your stomach was growing.

“Let go, I’ve got you” She got up and whispered to you, all the while fucking you on her fingers.

As soon as she said those words you felt waves and waves of pleasure washing over you. You wanted it to last forever. You wanted her to play with your clit and finger your hole forever. Your eyes fluttered close and her name fell from your lips continuously.

As you came down from your high, you saw Sylvie grinning at you mischievously.

“Did you like that?” You threaded your fingers in her blonde curls and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

“I want to do that too” You gasped as you pulled away from her and caught your breath

She nodded eagerly and you climbed over to the end of the bed. As you were about to disrobe her, she held your hand. You looked up at her in confusion

“I’ve got a better idea princess” She grinned. ‘What does that mean?’ You pursed your lips and thought

Your question was soon answered as she conjured up a double ended dildo, pink in colour. She laughed at your expression. Your mouth agape and eyes curious to see how it would work.

“Lie down” She instructed and you did just that. She used her magic to remove her clothes. You stared at her body as she stood there in all her glory. She was- beautiful. Your heart melted at how lucky you were to have a lover like her.

“Cat got your tongue?” She smirked as she sat down opposite to you. You licked you lips involuntarily as you took her in.

She spread your legs apart and you hissed as the cold air hit your still sensitive vulva. She then spread her own legs apart and placed them outside of yours, so that the two of you were sitting directly opposite to each other.

You started to feel shy because of the position again. Sylvie noticed your hesitance and slapped your thigh. You jumped in response

“Don’t be shy now slut” She spat. You whimpered as she brought the dildo near your pussy. She trailed it up and down your slit to gather some wetness. You were growing wet at the sight of her again. She shifted closer to you and inserted the dildo in her awaiting hole. She groaned at the feeling and you looked at her in awe. She then pulled you closer by the waist, almost manhandling you and pointed the tip towards your vagina.

She looked at you for confirmation and then went through with it when you nodded

She then thrusted in by her hips, making you scream at the intrusion

“It’ll feel better, I promise” She held still for some time. Letting you adjust to the feeling of having something big inside you for the first time. The pain was unmatched, however it subsided in some time. You tapped her arm as a ‘move’ signal and she nodded.

She grabbed your waist and thrusted into you. She pulled out almost completely, before doing it again.

“SYLVIE!” You shouted her name as she repeated the motion again and again.

You felt like you were on cloud nine, every thrust hit a pleasurable spot inside of you. You could once again feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuck y/n” She snapped her hips even faster against yours, chasing her own orgasm.

You held onto her arm as you felt like you were going to be thrown back because of the force. The knot in your stomach only growing tighter and tighter.

You yelled her name one last time before you threw your head back and rode out your end. Your tits bounced as you slowly grinded yourself on the rubber, and Sylvie took the opportunity to play with your breasts.

Before you could come back to reality, Sylvie started moving at even a faster speed to experience her own climax. The movement stimulating you even further.

Sylvie kept repeating your name as she went through her own orgasm. The sight of you riding out your orgasm encouraged her even more. She kneaded your breasts in her rough palms and groaned. Sylvie’s ministrations once again brought you over the edge as you had another small orgasm. You kept mumbling her name as she over stimulated you. As she was on the peak of her high, she noticed that you had come again because of all her movement. Her eyes darkened with lust as she noted the effect she had in you.

When the two of you had finally calmed down. You looked at her with adoration. Her hair was all over the place, but she looked like a true goddess right now with her hair like a halo and a certain after sex glow.

She grabbed your chin only to have you look at her with puppy dog eyes. She smirked and pulled you in for a short, sweet kiss.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” You asked her and she chuckled at your question

“Honey I’m a 1000 years old, I think I have enough experience” You looked at her face and then laughed in amusement. Still out of breath from your activity.

“Where did you get the idea, to you know” She ran her fingers through her hair, tousling it a bit.

“Just some friendly advice” You admitted shyly

“Mhm” She gave you a questioning look but laughed. Pulling you closer to her, you rested your head in the crook of her neck.

“Well I’ll look even more forward to our clandestine meetings now” She pet your head and you looked up at her with a sleepy and funny look. You made a mental note to send a thank you note to Javed.

The two of you slept the best you had in a long time. Limbs tangled with one another’s. Your arms thrown around her frame. Head buried in her hair.

[purplesurveys]

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1. Five facts about your current relationship OR five facts about your single life.

a) I haven’t been truly single in...around 6 years, so it’s been a bit of an adjustment.

b) It was my last day as an intern yesterday (but they hired me, so I’m staying after all, haha) and since I’ve felt like I gained a family in the last two months, I thought it would be okay to give professionalism a break and share what had actually been going on with me on my first day on the job, aka when the breakup was still fresh and I was still figuring out how to function all over again. It unsurprisingly surprised everyone and my superior said something like, “Omg it’s the [company name] curse; it’s so strong it broke you guys up before you even got hired” which got a laugh out of me.

c) I’m not interested in seeing other people.

d) Probably wouldn’t be, for a long time. My trust has been irreparably broken.

e) Seeing couples in public has now become annoying. I’m happy for them, but it’s still annoying.

2. Five facts about a past relationship.

a) I’ve known her since kindergarten, but we didn’t become friends till 7th grade and didn’t start dating until junior year of high school.

b) We were legal with her family and her parents loved me and I them. On the other hand, I was never able to come out to my family because she broke up with me before I could be able to do so.

c) She introduced me to vaping.

d) We were never able to truly travel together, which we always planned to do after graduating. The farthest we reached was Batangas.

e) She never knew where she wanted to eat whenever we were out, so I was mostly the one who decided which restaurant we were going to have lunch or dinner in.

3. Five facts about your mother.

a) She has always worked in hotels, which is great because it has always allowed us to get room and buffet discounts, heh.

b) Her family (aka my grandparents, her, and my uncles) struggled financially for a little bit when my grandpa lost his job when she was in college. When her friends would go to fast-food restaurants, my mom would always decline, saying she had schoolwork to finish. In reality she just couldn’t afford anything, and the only money she held was for public transport.

c) She is a little childish considering her age, and I cannot stand her petty tantrums. She was childish even when I was a kid, and I believe my emotional well-being suffered because of that.

d) She has a high pain tolerance and the only time I’ve seen her struggle was when she was getting a tattoo on the back of her shoulder.

e) She is also extremely religious and it especially grinds my gears when she gets hypocritical about it, which is just about all the time.

4. Five facts about your father.

a) He has only ever dated my mom.

b) He grew up extremely poor and at some point his parents actually stopped being able to afford his tuition. Instead of being kicked out, a few nuns who served in the school paid my grandparents a visit and told them my dad would be given a scholarship since he had good grades and it would have been a waste if he got expelled.

c) He was a dancer in high school, knows how to play the guitar, and he also apparently knows how to draw very well. There’s a lot I don’t know about him, considering he has worked abroad my whole life.

d) He breaks or loses his reading glasses once every few months. I know which parent I definitely take after.

e) I have never seen him cry.

5. Five facts about your sibling. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all!

a) She had problems crying in school until she was in around 2nd or 3rd grade.

b) She’s in college and is currently taking up digital filmmaking.

c) She’s the biggest introvert I know. I’ve never seen her be willing to do anything silly; not even with her friends.

d) She can’t handle spicy food.

e) Her main interests have shifted from Harry Potter, to One Direction, to 5SOS, and now K-pop. I believe she’s into Seventeen the most.

6. Five facts about your town.

a) The upper part of the city offers amazing views of the Metro Manila skyline, which has recently made the place a kinda popular nightlife destination.

b) There’s a lot of hidden gem restaurants here but because most people spend more time complaining about how far my city is and how difficult it is to get to than actually just making the damn ride over here, the restaurants stay hidden and uncrowded. Their loss.

c) Used to be massively underdeveloped for most of my childhood and teenage years. Now there are several malls and I can easily go to a McDonald’s, Burger King, and Starbucks right outside our village.

d) Because you basically have to drive through a mountain to get to the upper part of the city, it’s not the safest highway and fatal crashes are unfortunately common.

e) The city is known for its suman, except I hate Filipino rice cakes and this actually doesn’t do anything for me.

7. Five facts about your house.

a)  It used to have a balcony until we had that transformed into another bedroom. So technically it is still a balcony; it just hasn’t had that purpose for a while now.

b) My mom used a little cheat in our dining room and installed a huge wall mirror. Most people visiting for the first time always note how much larger it made the room (and thus the house) look.

c) I live in a neighborhood where the houses are of the same model and look (think the Squidville episode from Spongebob). That said, balconies are included in all properties. When my parents decided to renovate ours and turn it into a room, so many houses slowly followed suit as well. It was amusing to see it unfold, knowing the idea undoubtedly originated from us. It was like a revolution.

d) We don’t have a gate, which irritates me to no end because it allows noisy neighborhood kids to just march and run around our property. Sometimes they even make it to our carport and backyard, ugh. :(

e) Speaking of backyard, the landscaping for it used to be a pebble mosaic designed to look like a swan. But over the years the quality deteriorated, so my parents to opted to have the pebbles crushed into tiny rocks and embedded onto the ground. I don’t exactly know what this technique is called, but yeah.

8. Five facts about your niece or nephew. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all! Skip if you don’t have one. I don’t have any, but I do have a godson so I’m going with him as I don’t want to leave any section blank.

a) He was born sometime in December. I honestly don’t remember when, loooooool. Worst godmother ever.

b) He’s actually one of my first cousins, but I guess my aunt saw something in me and wanted me to be his godson. I’ve been a terrible one, though; I’ve never bought him gifts or money or anything – to be fair, I was made a ninang when I was like, 14 or 15 lmao.  But I can definitely make up for it now that I’m starting to earn my own money.

c) He’s the calmer, sweeter version of his older brother. His kuya was a pretty naughty kid when he was his age.

d) He mainly speaks English, as how most younger parents raise their kids these days. He understands Filipino of course, but he mostly communicates in English.

e) The last time I saw him, he was in the middle of a ridiculously adorable interviewing phase where he’d approach anyone in the family and start asking them a series of questions: what’s your favorite color? What food can’t you live without? What’s your favorite subject in school? Would you rather win $1 million dollars or know how to fly? It typically got exhausting after the 25th question, but it was so cute nonetheless. None of us have any idea where it came from.

9. Five facts about your education.

a) I went to a private, all-girls, Catholic school from kinder up to high school, and then moved to a public, co-educational, non-sectarian university for college. It was the very epitome of culture shock, lemme tell ya.

b) Some classes I had in my first school that might be uncommon in others have included penmanship (because my school has its own brand of cursive), environmental education, and I don’t remember what this next class was called anymore but we were basically taught how to write professionally? Like how to write cover letters and resumés and all.

c) My first school is extremely homophobic and went so far as to ‘hire’ spies  tasked to check up on who’s been in same-sex relationships, list them all down, and report them to the guidance office so that they can be called one by one and be interrogated, and for the most part, pressured to come out. I don’t know if they still do this, but the younger batches are definitely more vocal and woke now thanks to social media and I doubt those practices would still fly today.

d) My university education was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly people were wearing sleeveless tops, mobs and rallies were a common sight to me, and my instructors were now atheist and not shoving Catholicism and Jesus and salvation down my throat. I loved every single day of it.

e) The most interesting class I took in college was a course called Pornography in Electronic Media, under the broadcast communication department. Getting to tell people I take a class where we sit down to watch porn was such a fucking ride.

10. Five facts about your job.

a) I got hired last Wednesday, but I had been interning for the company for around two months before they extended the offer.

b) I’m pretty much gonna be doing the same things I did as an intern, except I’m now accountable for any boo-boos I make HAHAHAHA. Also, I’m gonna be paid a lot more, obviously, which is sweet. I really thought we interns were severely underpaid considering the work that we help with on a daily basis.

c) My role is going to be with another department which is a little scary because it means the things I learned with the department I actually interned at will be pretty much useless. I’ll be starting from scratch again, but I’m still excited.

d) It’s a work-from-home situation, which is a relief for me because I don’t have to wake up early and I don’t have to face traffic. 

e) My job interview for the position was actually a bit of a bomb because I absolutely fumbled with and messed up the first question I was asked; and since first impressions matter, I really thought I lost the gig from the very start of the interview. I made up for it as the interview continued and fortunately was able to break the ice and build a rapport with the team members who spoke with me, and I guess I did enough for them to want to take me in anyway.

For those who are curious, I blanked the fuck out when they asked “Tell me something about yourself that isn’t in your resumé.” Slowest 15 seconds of my life.

[dramatispcrsonae]

I’ve seen posts going around the rpc with people giving tips about their cities as a resource to folks who write characters from those places. Here is my small contribution for Washington, DC. This is particularly relevant for people who write political characters or fic in fandoms such as The West Wing, Scandal, Bones, The Blacklist, House of Cards, etc. It’s too long and in no particular order but HERE GOES:

The Mall/Monuments. No one goes here unless your parents are visiting. End of story. There are some exceptions to this, of course: the occasional free concert or protest or an inauguration, etc. but generally it’s avoided. It’s rife with tourists, capitol police, and there’s not a lot to do if you’ve already seen it. TV shows so often have their characters hanging out together on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial or sitting on benches along the Mall…. No. Maybe your character will go jogging there but that’s about it.

Here’s a big one. If your character works in DC, odds are they don’t live in DC. They live somewhere in the DMV (District of Columbia/Maryland/Virgina). There are DC suburbs in VA and MD that are accessible on the metro that are often more affordable than living in the District. Montgomery and Prince George’s counties in MD and Arlington and Fairfax counties in VA are heavily populated by people who work in DC. If you live in the District, you’re probably a) a college student, b) a twenty-something living with about 3 other people, or c) extremely wealthy. As always, there are exceptions to this, particularly in regards to certain neighborhoods, but more on that later. Also, if your character lives in, say, Rosslyn and works in DC, they will tell people not from around here that they live in DC. It’s not technically true, but it’s kinda true...

DC is a reputation-conscious city. The first things you find out when you meet someone are where they went to school, where they work, and what they do. You sort develop a sense of what the Important Person Hierarchy is very quickly. It’s squicky but it’s real.

It’s a company town and that company is the government. It’s not a capital city like London or Paris or Berlin that grew organically and has a larger identity. It’s a tiny place that was designed specifically to be the capital (see “The Room Where it Happens” from Hamilton). Certainly not everyone works for the government, but most people’s lives are touched by it in some way. This could be anything from when a non-profit’s office closes (many follow the federal government’s schedule), to dealing with traffic from protests or motorcades. There’s so much more to the city, but it would be silly to pretend that’s not The Biggest Thing here. 

People are ferociously career-oriented, there is an absurdly high concentration of people with law degrees, and other graduate degrees. Most people are thinking about what their next thing is or how X or Y will look on their resume. Basically it’s a city of Type A over-achievers. And yes that can be as unbearable as it sounds.  

It’s a small c conservative city. People dress conservatively, behave conservatively. Especially if your character does anything related to the government. Do not have your OC show up to their first day as Chief of Staff to Congressman Whoever with pink hair or a nose ring. Not gonna happen. Like I knew an intern who was once sent home for wearing khakis to the office….

If you work in politics or the non-profit world, it’s genuinely surprising to meet someone who is a DC native. Most people are transplants from elsewhere in the country who came for school or a specific career-related reason. 

Sports teams! The Redskins are (well were) beloved but suck. The Nationals are the new kids on the block who everyone now pays attention to (for obvious reasons). Like, if your character is a Hill staffer they probably love going to Nats games. And then there are the Capitals. I think everyone likes the Caps???

Quadrants. The city is broken up into four quadrants with the Capitol Building as the center point. These are NW, SW, NE, SE. These are a part of every address in DC and they all have reputations. NW is the biggest quadrant and probably where your character will work/spend a lot of time. SW is the Waterfront area and has recently become more of a hotspot. It used to be very sketchy. SE is still a pretty iffy place -- i.e. people don’t walk home alone after dark, etc. I have a co-worker who lives there and once came home to find a bullet hole in her living room. It’s that kind of place. BUT it is a big residential area and a lot more affordable than other places in the District. Your character totally might live there. NE is recently becoming quite gentrified.

Related to this are the streets. Downtown DC has a numbered grid-system like NYC, but… then you have the avenues (all named after states) that cut across the grid diagonally. It’s confusing and stupid but at least semi-reliable. Outside of Downtown though? Lol good luck. 

DC is a diverse city. It’s nearly half African-American, and something like 60% of the population is under 35. That said, though there is diversity, it’s not evenly distributed. You will definitely see a difference based on neighborhood. Ex: If your character lives in Georgetown, they’re surrounded by rich white people. If they live in Anacostia, it’s likely the opposite. 

Public transit! Driving in DC sucks! Most people avoid it! There is the metro (the subway but don’t call it that) and then there are buses. Metro lines are coded by color and the final stop in whichever direction you’re going. Metro… sucks. It’s not as frustrating as other cities, but it’s over-priced, and constantly on fire/broken. Complaining about metro is basically hobby here.

Know your neighborhoods. Downtown (where you’ve got the federal buildings and monuments) is nothing like, say, Adams Morgan or Anacostia. You could easily think it’s a different city. That’s actually one of my favorite things about this place...

There are so many fucking police forces: Capitol police, DC Metro police, park police, secret service, uniformed secret service, uniformed FBI, and that’s not even half it. Basically it’s small area FILLED with cops. 

It is an EXPENSIVE city. Sure, every major metropolitan area is like this, but it’s worth noting that if your character is a 20 something Hill staffer, they will 100% have roommates (or live in a roach-filled matchbox of an apartment), and they will totally know every good cheap happy hour menu within walking distance. Food trucks are also a big thing here -- like they line up downtown and sell anything from pizza and burgers, to Greek and Ethiopian. Food trucks are a CULTURE. 

Hill staff culture. This could be its own post honestly Most people are crazy young (like a 28 year old chief of staff is not even a little bit unusual) and are there to get to their next thing. Often people on the hill end up in lobbying or consulting before too long. The money is garbage, the hours are garbage and the turnover is high. A Hill internship sounds fancy to people outside of DC, but you’re basically the lowest of the low and you should know that everyone hates you lol. There’s a hierarchy here too, of course: House isn’t as cool as Senate, committees are more prestigious than members offices, unless your member is famous and on TV a lot, etc, etc. On the other hand, there are also Hill staffers who are ‘Hill Rats.’ In other words, they stay forever and never move to the private sector. These people are weird, and of the decidedly Josh Lyman type personality...

People who work in federal agencies tend to stay much longer in their jobs -- the money is better, the hours are better, and the benefits are better. But these are much harder jobs to get and it takes much longer to rise the ranks. 

The colleges. Georgetown is the fanciest and most prestigious. Also the most expensive. It’s the one that has the most caché. After that would probably be George Washington University and to a lesser degree American University. There’s also Catholic University, Howard University (an HBCU with a great law school), and Gallaudet University which is a school for the deaf and hard of hearing. But if your character is here to be a politics person, they probably went to Georgetown or GW. 

Going out. The hotspot areas are Adams Morgan, U Street, H Street, and to a lesser extent Dupont. The Waterfront area is becoming more popular too. The Kennedy Center is where fancy touring companies and operas perform (i.e. your rich socialite might have season tickets there). But there are other theaters in town and lots and lots of concert venues. The most iconic rock venue is the 9:30 Club, but Black Cat and U Street Music Hall are pretty good too.

Anyway, this is already way too long and by no means everything, but it’s a place to start! Also,I really need to add that this is from the perspective of a comfortable straight white girl who works in a government-adjacent job. This is by no means representative of what it’s like for everyone in DC or the surrounding area, particularly lower income folks or people of color. It’s a city with very wide and noticeable divisions on those fronts and I don’t want to presume to know things that I don’t. So if others want to add to this post, please do!!!!

[momo-de-avis]

So, as per @insanityisfine ‘s wishes, here is the story of how a hardcore catholic member of the Opus Dei repressed his homoeroticism with sexism and plagiarized Harry Potter thus teaching me a valuable lesson about writing.

So, let’ call this guy C.

C, as I said, was a hardcore catholic. By that I mean, of course, that you couldn’t actually tell until you actually met him. Though he kind of dressed like your average beto (but not so much, since he was kind of poor), he kind of came off as a regular dude who you could have a conversation with. Except, of course, if you were a girl. In which case you’d get a huge creepy vibe just from engaging with him shortly. He touched a lot, he leaned in, he smiled way too much and he had a really, really weird way of going about women.

First of all, a little background. C was like, the sixth brother of like, I don’t even remember, 10? 12? His mom was a super, hyper devote catholic and his dad—surprise, surprise—was a locksmith atheist who he venerated. The two—MOST SHOCKING OF ALL—were actually divorced. I know. The scandal.

They weren’t really poor, but they weren’t middle class either. They were adrift, you know. Which makes you wonder—how the hell does a family of like, 10 children and one single and stay-at-home mom manage to get this entire progeny into private schools (so Private they didn’t follow the regular, state-issued high school program, they actually had a list of banned books: I cannot tell you how much he despised Saramago lmao) and into high-end universities (like Católica)? Well, that’s where Opus Dei comes in. I never really understood how the fuck that works, but if you’re a member, you basically got a green card to live as a king even though you gotta mend the holes in your socks yourself.

The thing was, this guy was peak Mommy Issues. His mother was a goddamn viper. From what I gathered, because of her religion and the fact that she was divorced with so many fucking children at home, she was desperate to control her children. So the way she found of doing it was by simply playing mind games with them. She pitied her kids against each other. She clearly had a favourite one, and she compared all others to him. C was treated like waste, like he would never achieve the primal status of perfection his older brother achieved, and his sisters were constantly getting into fights because she used hearsay to pity them against each other. I also vividly remember him saying things like a kiss were banned from his TV, and his grandmother would smack whoever if they even dared to glance at the television when something as dirty as that came on. Mommy here would particularly pick on C. She specifically had him share a room with his youngest brother, who always went to bed earlier, specifically so she could complain about how late he got home, and she often hid his laptop away from him. She never even gave them a single phone, they always had to buy it themselves, with their money.

So you see, lovely home already. Which I would have accepted as an excuse, if he hadn’t grown up to be a huge dick. But you know, trauma or not, life in the end is made of choices, and boy, C chose to be a spiteful, humongous dick.

I met him in my first year of college. He was in this group with two other girls and another guy (C on the list I mentioned, let’s call him Z, cause he will be important for the story as well). We got together first because we were all, in 2010, some of the few who had been born in 1989. We were the ’89 group. And damn bitch, that was one fucking weird group. It was like Friends on a budget: they all tried to sleep with each other like there were no cast members left to fuck.

Initially, I thought he was nice, easy-going. We bonded over our passion for writing, mostly. You know the snippets I’ve been sharing of my WIP, with Selena as the protagonist? At the time, I was working on it, it was my second draft, and he was helping me construct the story, along Z (actually, Z is an even bigger dick, but he was the one who provided me the key ingredients into shaping the story. Literally, if it wasn’t for him, that WIP wouldn’t exist). We would sit for hours at this local café talking about it, and let me tell you, I hesitated, yeah, but C was quick to share his WIP with me.

Now, that WIP? When I explain to you what it was about, it’ll throw you off because the premise is actually cool as fuck. Basically, it’s about a young man who finds himself a victim of a curse. The curse causes his skin to fall off, and the only way he can survive is by killing other people and perform a skin transfer so his own skin can regenerate.

Sound rad as hell, doesn’t it?! Except this is C. And C really has a way of masterfully destroying things that look cool to the eye of the beholder.

Well, this cool ass premise? This how it kicks off:

The protagonist is a young kid, I don’t know, of 17 or 18, who’s hanging out Cais do Sodré at 4AM and somehow—somehow—that is weird enough for a police guy to approach him. For those not Portuguese: let me tell you as a person who lives across the river form Lisbon. Cais do Sodré is a liminal space, and the shit that happens there between 3 and 5AM? It stops being weird after a couple of months. Literally no police come near you unless someone’s fighting or someone’s pissing in broad daylight. So I really don’t get wtf this guy was going on about, but moving on.

This dude’s skin’s falling off, so he kills the police guy. Then, he takes off and sees a guy sitting on a public bench wearing, and I quote, «the habit of a monk» (yes, I have the document open right now). That guy tells him, literally, ‘I am a wizard and you can’t hurt me, my name is Cedric’ and this begins the long line of plagiarizing HP. Wait for it, it gets better.

Also, if you’re wondering if this is set in Lisbon, despite there being exactly one Portuguese name? Yes it is. In Sintra, too.

THEN it skips to summer (I have no clue what the fuck that intro is supposed to tell you) and we’re in Sintra, specifically Galamares (the story gets oddly specific). This guy’s out partying with his beto friends and shit, and one night he meets a 25 year old French dude called Goulage who invites him over to his mansion for the weekend and what does our protagonist do? He goes, of course.

This already feels like a premise for a horror story that will inevitably turn into an erotic romance, but remember: this dude’s hyper catholic, and to him homosexuality was not just… a Sin. You see, for it to be a sin, you actually have to think about it. Thing was, this guy pushed it down so far he was deepthroating that denial. He avoided it at all costs. And naturally, what happens when you do this, is your story gets an unnaturally homoerotic subtext that jumps off like a dildo slapping you across the forehead. That’s exactly what happened here.

It gets obvious in the way he describes this French dude: he mentions that going over to one of his parties was ‘a privilege’ for merely ‘a lucky few like [protagonist]’. When he gets to his physical appearance, it gets really neat: he had a smile that went ‘from ear to ear’, ‘glistening eyes, dark and full’ and his hair ‘could be described with one word: confusion, or in another: revolt’ because he had hairs that ‘turned against each other like someone who doesn’t comb their hairs after getting off the shower’. And then, the exact next bit of text says some of the funniest things in this piece of shit: ‘if I were an aspiring psychologist I would say there is a very profound reason for his hairs to be like that, perhaps an inner confusion’. He also says he ‘moves with extraordinary lightness, seemed to be everywhere and spoke with great expression coordinating his words with his gestures. He would be a great professor, if he were ever up to that’.

Two paragraphs later, the love interest, a girl, shows up. Her description? ‘She would look great in a bikini’—a direct thought of the protagonist

There’s this incredible exchange where Goulage snaps his fingers and fire spits out of his finger and he does this to light the protagonist’s fucking cigarette and the protagonist is like ‘wow you gotta teach me that’ and the dude’s reply is ‘I can teach you many tricks’. So the French dude promises a class that night, and off they go to ‘the basement, that was entirely dark’ lmfao. Goulage then prepares a drink for him and the protagonist slams down on the floor, unconscious. Yes, date-rape drug. When he comes to—and by god, bear with me on this one cause I fought against this little shit for this scene—he touches his neck and realizes there are two small wounds there.

What does this genius think?

‘I was bitten by a snake’

I remember SO WELL the conversation I had with him about this bit, because at this point the snake comes off as very, VERY evident homoerotic symbolism because in no fucking world would it make sense for a snake to bite you in the fucking neck, what are you talking about, and I tried to make him see that but boy—lost time.

When summer ends, our protagonist realizes the date-rape thing was actually the French dude’s way of cursing him with his skin disease from hell and the two get into a fight.

Now, if you’ve been following me for a while, you know there is a maxim I live by: there are no bad ideas, just ideas that need working. C was actually the one who taught me that, because he actually had a really, REALLY fantastic idea for a story that he completely fucked up because he refused to do any work besides sitting at his laptop and shitting a few words together. He did no revision (he thought himself above that), did no research (he couldn’t understand why that was needed, when he could simply copy it from existing books) and he did no fucking work on his plot—and if you tried to show him, he would take your criticism to heart.

Because not only is this a story about a protagonist who lives under a curse that causes his skin to fall off and his only way of survival is killing so he manages to make a new skin transfer, this is actually the Friends to Enemies trope, which I fucking adore. But he fucked it up completely by somehow—somehow I have no clue how exactly—doing it in light of the entirety of Harry Potter. (My favourite sentence in this WIP is—and I remind you, I quoting this shit: “I am going to the suburbs, so many people disappear there they won’t notice my presence”. Absolute fucking poetry, this little gem. Love it.)

This is set in a wizardry school and this somehow relates to elves in Lisbon (lmfao). Cedric dude from the beginning? He’s from the Ministry of Magic (YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN). They teleport to some fucking city that is like, magically concealed behind a barrier or some shit in Sintra (LMAO). Also, wizards are divided in Orders like, First and second and shit, which I understand also comes from HP (remember I never read HP, these comparisons were actually made for me by an HP aficionado I used to know who pointed them out for me, yet even I could see the plagiarism lmao). And what’s even funnier, most of the names are lifted from somewhere obvious: Gorbachev is there, so is Oskar Koskoshka (yes, like the painter) or Gorbunov. And guess what non wizards are called lmfao.

Also, the spells are exactly like HP: stupefy, stritia maxima, accio fogo, incarcerous and invicta are some of the few I caught eye of here.

I remember there’s a Brolyk somewhere in there as well, and someone called Polidoro, even fucking FREEZER is here (if you’re not Portuguese: that’s our version of Frieza lmfaooo). Oh, and Marowak as well (that’s a pokemon isn’t it?) The protagonist at some point is recruited to work for the, idk, FBI of the wizardry world? Or the Wizard Police Department or Wizard CSI or some shit?

I remember the climax of the story is a sword fight between he two former friends, totally-not-gay-nope dudes and the way he did it… It was in a poem that sounds like a DDR recital. Like, first he gets this swarm of anger that, as it always goes, propels him to be the Best There Is and the weirdest fucking modern poetry ensues, and then the fight scene is like this: “Step forward, attack through the right / step left, attack forward” etc etc. Just this fucking SHIT.

So yeah, when this guy showed me this my reaction was pretty much

Now, I TRIED to be critical in a constructive way. Because, as I said, his premise is actually super fucking original and, being well worked out, it could have been actually incredible. But C refused to take criticism. When he approached anyone with his ‘would you like yo read my story and tell me what you think’ mumbo-jumbo, he didn’t mean criticism, he meant praise.

So what happened was he did to me what he thought I was doing to him. He put me down constantly.

Joke was on him. He was so excited about my story, he actually went on google sketch to project some scenarios from my story. The School, where the story starts and introduces Selena to us, he actually fucking drew the whole thing, so I don’t really know what his problem was cause he was actually more excited about it than I was.

But he just couldn’t take the fact that I was being critical of his work. I started noticing that most people around him hesitated when it came to giving him real opinions. When he asked someone what they thought, he didn’t say ‘what do you think?’ He’d say ‘it’s good, isn’t it?’ and that left people cornered. But I just.. don’t take shit. And my friend back then, who knew HP back and forth, he jumped in as well because he could see that like, if this thing would ever see the light of day, JK Rowling would have a field day suing his ass (though it’s way too bad for it ever to reach publishing, trust me. He doesn’t know how to accent prepositions. He writes “fui áquela casa” or “vou á casa de banho” by fucking hand).

He constantly nit-picked my work. “Swords don’t wheeze, Ana” he said. “I know, C, it’s called a fucking metaphor”.

“This looks too much like the Chronicles of Narnia, I think you’re risking plagiarism, because of this Tiger symbolism”; “C, the Chronicles of Narnia has a Lion passing for Jesus, the Tiger is literally just a symbol of a god, what do you mean”.  

“This is too much like the Mists of Avalon”; “have you even read the Mists of Avalon?”, “no, but it’s celtic paganism all the same”, “???????????????”

Now, here’s another thing about C: he really had no fucking clue how to deal with women. They were alien concepts to him. And one thing he really believed (I mean he really believed this) worked wonders in conquering a girl’s heart was basically put her down and annihilate her self esteem. Call her ugly, say she’s fat, tell her she’s got ugly teeth—and then provide the compliments! So he was a professional sexist. And I remember when he started picking on me because I dared criticized his masterful magnus opus of a fucking piece of shit book, he went in for the looks. At the time, I was about to go on the table for my jaw surgery, and he actually said this to me: “Finally men will look at you, Ana, and you’ll look decent!” He would ell other people “Ana? She’s not a girl, to me she’s a guy—she’s even too ugly to be a girl”.

He really went fucking hard.

It didn’t take long for me to just… fuck off.

But I kept his fucking first and second draft

What’s outstanding is how a hyper-catholic dude who wasn’t allowed to see kisses on TV and who was a virgin at 24 years old out of religious beliefs but bragged about getting a boner for his female friends on the beach managed to just… Become my prime example of everything you shouldn’t be as a writer. I am not kidding. C was my life lesson. Whenever I can’t write, I go back to his first draft and like… It’s so fucking bad, I get a boost. IT’s not just poorly written, everything about it is bad.

But then I remember what’s so bad about it: he made it bad by being a shit person. C thrived off of attention, negative or positive, it didn’t matter, so long as he was the subject of the conversation. He used others to aggrandize himself, by putting them down and treating them like shit in front of others—specifically, in an environment where others couldn’t control but he could (his brothers used to make jokes in front of me—as well as literally everyone else, whether I know them or not, about how C was fucking me—he wasn’t—and say things like ‘is she the one you’re eating?’ in public). He hated women because of his mother, his mommy issues were down to his marrow and man, he projected that onto every girl he ever met. He specifically sough women with little initiative, little impulsivity and who submitted so he wouldn’t be challenged. For friends and girlfriends.

But I challenged him, and that wouldn’t stick. So he treated me like shit, constantly. So much at one point I stopped showing up, stopped talking, just.. walked away.

But those shitty first drafts? Oh, my friends… you wouldn’t believe the shit I have here in my computer.

[zimmerdouche]

This is something I’ve had saved on my computer since like June but I still have a lot of thoughts about the Poindexter family.

I forget where it was I read this, and whether it was actually canon or not, but effectively it said that the entire Samwell Hockey Team came from a place of privilege because hockey is an expensive sport.

Consider: Dex is a multiple. More specifically, a triplet. Three kids going to college at once? And that money related stress, piled on since birth? Save your money, Poindexter, because even though you aren’t that bad off you aren’t the only one that needs tuition and equipment.

I know Ngozi tweeted about Dex only having an older brother but let me have this.

Let’s talk more about the Poindexter triplets.

Wyatt Joseph Poindexter

The youngest triplet. Laid back, big thinker, just wants everyone to get along.

He grew a beard after high school because he was so. Fucking. Tired. Of being mistaken for his older brother. He’s only an inch shorter and everyone called them the Weasley twins, there needed to be a change.

Poster Boy for the rustic hipster aesthetic. Plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up, ripped jeans, knit beanie, Timbs, occasionally suspenders? Plus a beard? Actual Lumberjack Wyatt Poindexter.

At the University of Maine majoring in Communication Sciences and Disorders with a minor in music. He’d like to focus on music education for the hard of hearing.

Fluent in American Sign Language. (He is the Number One Fan of Holly Maniatty, interpreter at hip hop concerts.) Can also stumble his way through casual conversation in French.

L o v e s music and will listen to any genre. Literally any, but he especially loves stuff that he can play on his guitar, and artists like John Mayer, Jack Johnson, Brett Dennen, Counting Crows, so on and so forth. He loves listening to lyrics and dissecting meaning and context, and will write his own lyrics on occasion.

He was a sprinter in high school and was pretty good but chose not to continue in college even though a few schools showed interest.

Gay and demisexual. He came out after his freshman year, after a lot of soul searching, meditation, and GSA meetings, to his siblings, whose collective response was “oh shit me too, thank God.”

Drives a truck older than he is with a bench seat and a paint job that’s mostly rust. He hot boxes it regularly and honestly? A big Triplet Bonding Event, especially after the Poindexters start college, is driving out to the middle of nowhere at midnight with snacks and drinks and weed and smoking in the bed of the truck, looking at the stars, and talking about life.

Group chat: has it on Do Not Disturb because his siblings never shut up. Will occasionally interject with one liners. Sends Snapchat screenshots of himself looking Bored as Fuck in any lecture that isn’t directly related to his career path and also plaid related memes.

Winona Jane “Ryder” Poindexter

The second oldest/middle triplet and the only girl. Fiercely protective and stubborn. Will kick your ass. Will kick everyone’s ass. Will kick her own ass.

Everyone calls her Ryder (like, Winona Ryder, the actress) because she absolutely despises the name Winona. The number one way to piss her off is to call her Winona, or God forbid, Winnie (Will does it when he wants her attention. She threatens murder).

Also at UMaine, studying bioengineering. Her ultimate goal is to lead a research team focused on artificial organs, but she has also considered becoming a professor. She’d be a great lecturer because she tends to ramble.

A thrift store fiend with a need to look like she came straight from the nineties. She likes mom jeans, denim in general, crop tops, Chuck Taylors, and UMaine athletic wear. She also steals her brothers’ flannel shirts.

She was on the color guard in high school and continues to be on the color guard in college. She’s damn good at it too. Can do some basic gymnastics/tumbling, but the back handspring is about as fancy as she can go. Damn good at dancing in general. She also loves to swing dance, and while she couldn’t get Wyatt into it she managed to get Will to dance with her and he enjoys it much more than he’ll ever let on.

Her freshman spring semester she took a video editing class and part of the class was start a YouTube channel so that she could upload assignments to it. She chose to do a vlog channel and she titled it “Ryder Die,” and she just kinda stuck with it after the class ended. Will and Wyatt make regular guest appearances.

Lives for Spongebob related memes. It’s a problem. Wyatt had to ban her from showing Spongebob memes in the car because she would try to show him like one every three minutes while he was driving.

Bisexual as fuck and... uncomfortably open about her sex life. Ryder, your brothers do not want to know about that. Stahp.

Group chat: Ryder’s contact names from both of her brothers are just various Winona Ryder characters. She’ll purposely call Wyatt Will and Will Wyatt. “Guys how does this outfit look?” (30 seconds later) “Why am I asking you two I look fantastic”

William Jacob “Will” “Dex” Poindexter

The oldest triplet. High strung, reserved, very loyal and very protective, even more so than his sister.

His siblings call him Will, Samwell Men’s Hockey calls him Dex. His siblings will probably never call him Dex, it’s just weird. Do you call your brother by his last name? Why would you? You have the same last name!

Studying computer science/engineering at Samwell University.

Does the guy own anything that ISN’T plaid? Yes, he does, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. God, does he look like his brother.

Can stumble his way through a few songs on the guitar and can carry a tune better than his brother, (“Fuck you, Will! You’re not even going into music!”) but refuses to sing in public. He may hum, if you’re lucky.

Defensemen on the Samwell Men’s Hockey team.

Left handed so, basically, if Wyatt didn’t have a beard, they’d be completely mirrored. They are identical, after all.

Bisexual with a pretty strong male preference.

Group chat: Bickers with Ryder a lot, usually if he instigates conversation it’s to complain about his defense partner Derek Nurse. He does this often enough that Ryder suspects they’re dating. Once, when they were actually getting along, he sent a selfie and Ryder’s response was, of course, a Spongebob meme – “OH NO HE’S HOT!”

These three together? Oh boy

This bit is more about their parents but is required for context: Papa Marcus Poindexter is a Baptist worship pastor. Mama Cara Poindexter was Irish Catholic but converted after she started dating Marcus. They are… extremely conservative, more so than the rest of their extended family, and it’s not exactly a healthy environment for the triplets. They’ve all set off firecrackers in the baptismal pool though.

All three of them have like, three different personalities, depending on who is around them. There’s the “I’m with my parents” personality, which will always prevail in any situation and is very submissive and agreeable, the “I’m with my siblings but not my parents” personality, which will prevail provided their parents are not around and is very loud and laughter filled, and then “I’m with anyone else but not my siblings” personality, which is at any other time and shifts based on who they’re talking to.

Their group chat is. A mess. The name changes constantly and most of the time it’s just them bitching about everyone they know.

Favorite GC Names include:

Those Damn Poindexter Kids

Poindexter Meme Team

Will/Ryder/Wyatt is the Hot One

Which one are you again?

Fluent in American Sex Language

God Nerfed Us

Our Hair is Red because the Devil is Our Father

Mad 4 Plaid

Summer after their freshman year of college, some guy named Jake Nichols made a bet with his buddy that he could hook up with all three of them at least once. He did it, the madman, and they don’t figure it out until MONTHS later and it’s the best story to tell at parties, but only when all three of them are there together.

Wyatt and Will run in the mornings when they’re together, Will and Ryder will do dexterity training together, and Ryder and Wyatt will do your Everyday Gym Trip together (where Ryder does strength training and Wyatt general Fitness Upkeep).

Ryder and Wyatt visit The Haus when the Frogs are juniors:

So damn polite, oh my god, Bitty LOVES them because they all want to help in the kitchen like Dex does, and they brought even MORE food, bless their hearts. 

Wyatt gets along with Nursey like a house on fire. Ryder won’t stop doing eyebrow waggles at Dex every time he and Nursey say anything to each other.

Graduates are visiting bc plot and Ryder is well on her way to hook up with Ransom when he realizes that he doesn’t live there anymore and there’s no room to go to, whoops. He tried to ask Dex if he could flirt with his sister and Dex r e f u s e d to broach the topic with him. “If she wants to it’s fine.” “But-” “IF SHE WANTS TO IT IS F I N E.”

Wyatt brings his guitar and there’s a jam session in the front yard, somehow he convinces Will to sing. It’s an exciting time, Nursey brings out a ukulele and everyone’s humming along and somehow there’s a firepit is this even legal? The music is great though, even though it’s 3 AM and the Lax bros are pissed.

IDK how but they’d get Nursey and Dex together. They conspire with Chowder and maybe Bitty and just. Make it happen. Witchcraft.

Fin.

[elcorhamletlive]

series: Dream Daddy characters: Mary Christiansen, Joseph Christiansen, Robert Small, Christie Christiansen ship: Joseph Christiansen/Robert Small tags: Character Study/Angst/Angst with a Happy Ending/Romance/Implied Alcoholism Part 2 of the Genesis series

I. my deep intuition tells me that I'm doing you wrong

She was a conformist. 

A friend told her at university once, and altough she rolled her eyes and replied sharply, she knew it was true. She really, really wished she wasn’t. She spend her life playing the amazing part of not giving a fuck about anything. Jim and Kim’s was the perfect place for that. She’d walk around for hours, throwing herself at men who stared at her in a stunned awe, way too scared to take up on her offers, afraid she was too wild and dangerous for them to handle, the poor things. They had no way of knowing the wildest thing on her life was changing Crish’s dirty diapers. And they wouldn’t know the guilt that panged her chest immediately after a thought like that – she loved her kids, she’d tell herself, she really did. And she loved her husband, their house, their family. But sometimes the idea that the rest of her life was already laid out in front of her – bake sales, Sunday services, crashing on their couch at night because she couldn’t stand the thought of touching Joseph even by accident, and then waking up and holding his hand at church for just enough time for the neighbors to see – sometimes, it was too much. Sometimes it made her want to scream and beat her head on the table. Sometimes even thinking about it made her want to die – and yep, that was the time for another shot; thanks, Neil, you’re the best, man.  

The shot always helped. It calmed her down, made her feel comfortable again. A couple more and she had already forgot what was bothering her.

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(His hands shacked a little when he pulled out her shirt. She understood, really, because she was also shaking, feeling her heart beating fast. It wasn’t even her first time, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t his, either, but there was something solemn about that hotel room, with the lit candles and the rose petals spread on the bed. It felt strange – exciting, sure, but also heavy and important. He kissed her neck, her hands coming up to his shoulders, the new ring sinking onto his skin as she hugged him tighter. She felt nervous, and he was, too, so she slowed down the rhythm, kissing him softly. It felt scary, somehow, as if they were doing something impossible, something unthinkable. A honeymoon’s bed seemed so big for just the two of them, the sheets almost involving their bodies, swallowing them whole.

“You’re beautiful”, he said, his voice low but honest, and she smiled as he lowered her underwear. She was never going to do this with anyone else again, as long as she lived. Her stomach twisted in nervousness, but Joseph smiled back at her and Mary felt herself relaxing into his arms. Everything was going to be all right.)

-

She had forgotten her wallet.

Usually, at Jim and Kim’s, that wouldn’t bother her much. Guys bought most of her drinks. That night, though, most of the costumers were usual goers who always came after workhours for a beer or two. Those men wouldn’t pay her anything - they were already familiar with her system.

Still, it wasn’t a big problem. She had known Neil for years, he didn’t mind putting a few drinks on her tab sometimes. He had been hinting that it was time for her to go home, though. Pressing him could easily turn into a “you’ve had enough, Mary” situation.

She looked around the place again. It was mostly empty. Two tables away from the bar, there was an old man sleeping with his face on the table. Then, next to the TV, someone she hadn’t noticed before – some guy.

She realized she knew him from somewhere. Squinting her eyes at his face, she remembered: He had just moved to the house next to theirs, with the wife and a young girl. She had probably seen him in Joseph’s latest barbecue – between the beginning of the party and the three wine bottles she finished thorough the afternoon, her memory of that day was kind of hazy, but she definitely remembered the church ladies getting all agitated at the sight of the brooding guy with the leather jacket. It had sparked a huge wave of gossip about why his wife didn’t bother coming, and where was his daughter, but Mary didn’t care. She was used to Joseph making friends with anyone who stepped into his ray of vision. At least this one kept to himself, a quality she definitely could respect.

His eyes flickered towards her, noticing her look. She looked away, maybe too slowly – her reflexes weren’t what they used to be – but soon enough to not seem too interested, she hoped. That flirting game couldn’t be done with a guy who actually seemed like he wouldn’t be too scared to put her promises to the test. Plus, a married man who lived next door was definitely way too much trouble for a couple of drinks she could easily talk Neil into giving her for free.

“Neeeeil.” She called. It came out louder than she meant to, but whatever. “Come get your girl the last shot of the night!”

Neil chuckled. “It was your last shot five rounds ago.”

“Let me live, man.” She said, raising her glass to him expectantly. He looked at her for a moment, seeming hesitant. That was Neil’s only problem: She couldn’t trust him to get her wasted. He was way too nice for that.

“Come on, dude, just one more.” She pleaded, trying her best to sound sober. “Put it on my tab.”

Neil let out a nervous laugh. “Mary, I can’t just…”

“Put it on mine, then.”

It was the handsome guy’s voice. He raised up from his table, walking towards them and taking the seat next to hers. “Give us another bottle of this beauty.” He said, raising his own whiskey glass and taking the final sip. He wasn’t slurring words out like she was, but he did seem a little tipsy.

Neil stared at him confusedly for a few seconds, looking back at Mary with a clear question on his face. It took her a few seconds to process the whole thing, but she shrugged. She wasn’t one to refuse a free drink.

They spend a few moments in awkward silence before Neil came back with the bottle and filled their glasses. Mary felt tense and choose not to look the guy, fixating on their hands on the counter. He was wearing his wedding ring. That made her feel a bit better, before she gazed at her own hand. Shit. She had been forgetting to put it on way too often lately.

He picked the glass as soon as Neil finished filling it, taking a long sip.

“So, uh, not complaining or anything” She started, taking a sip of the her own glass. Damn, it was good stuff. “But… You’re not making a move on me, are you?”

His eyes widened, and he threw his head back, letting out a long laugh. She felt a blaze of relief in her chest.

“Man, how much have you had? You met my wife the other day.” He said, looking at her with a smirk.

Mary smiled, rolling her eyes at him. “I meet lots of husband and wives.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t even bother to learn their names anymore. I just smile and offer a sip of my vodka to the wife later, so we can bond.”

He raised his eyebrows, leaning towards her, as if they were sharing a secret. “So… You offered my wife vodka?”

Mary also leaned forward, their faces almost touching now, her voice turning to a whisper.

“Dude, I have no idea.”

He laughed again, seeming almost surprised with himself. Soon, she was laughing too, and the noise of their laugher echoed around Jim and Kim’s, sounding nice at her ears. They walked back to the cul-de-sac as old friends, helping each other up when they stumbled in the middle of their own steps.

They never said their names, and, as she remembered later, they had definitely been introduced before. In her opinion, though, that was when they actually met.

-

II. how can we go back to the beginning?

She didn’t cry at her wedding day. She was just so nervous, trying to make sure everything was in the right place. Her mother cried, though, and a couple of her cousins too, and Mary felt a wave of affection for how much they cared.

During the ceremony, it didn’t occur to her it was her duty as a bride to cry. It wasn’t until years later, when the “wedding” topic came up at bake sales conversations, that she felt weird about it. She heard the other moms talk about how they managed to hold their tears back until the moment of the vows, or of how they fell into tears in the moment they put their dress on or whatever. It was your average cliché catholic suburban mom talk – so, naturally, it was the most boring thing in the universe. Mary would sip on her wine and listen to Janet’s heartfelt story about how she had pretty much ruined her eye makeup by the time she said “I do” and wish she had her vodka bottle nearby. Still, she nodded politely, holding back her impulse to ask Janet if she hadn’t cried more later on that night when she saw Gary with his pants off for the first time.

When her turn came up, she’d try to change the subject, maybe cracking that inappropriate joke about Janet’s husband after all. The other moms exchanged nervous looks every time she opened her mouth, smiling uncomfortably as if they were talking to a child who had managed to sneak her way into the adult’s table. It was just so condescending, and she pretended she didn’t notice, taking another sip of her wine, pretending not to see how they all watched as she took the glass to her lips, like a goddamn patrol. They were just so obvious, acting as if they were holy saints in front of her to make her look worse, as if they could see through her soul because they talked a few times a week. And what do you see, Janet?, she thought, her anger boiling inside of her. Do I smile too much at the bar? Joke about Robert’s ghosts too many times a night? Walked home alone more times than it was appropriate? Huh? I’m just doing my normal job here, nothing new on the rodeo, holding my husband’s hand during the father’s sermon, watching my four kids, ready to pop out a fifth one anytime he sees it fit. Forgive me if I’m a little more honest about it than the rest of you fake harpies, ok?

She knocked back the rest of her glass, excusing herself to go the bathroom. Her bottle was still half-full. Fuck you all.

Joseph didn’t cry either, but nobody asked him.

-

She saw it. She wasn’t an idiot. He thought he was so subtle about it, but he was the idiot, really, because how could he think she didn’t see? Sure, he tried to hide it, but still – the way he looked away at the sight of some men, almost avoiding them; the expression on his face when Hugo mentioned his husband; and now, this. She was willing to spend most of her time pretending to be shortsighted, but she wasn’t blind, and even a blind person would have noticed the rush his voice got when Robert was around, the way his laughter got more nervous and honest, the way he stuttered a couple words and passed him his burger plate so careful to not brush his hand on his. It angered her how obvious he was. She wanted to urge him to be subtler, for their own sake if not for hers. The last thing she needed were the church moms gossiping among themselves about her husband’s crush on their next-door neighbor.

It did made her feel a bit sad, though. Robert wears his wedding ring to the bar, she wanted to tell him, almost smug. He was my friend first, she’d think, seeing the way Joseph’s eyes followed his mouth when they were talking. You’re the third-wheel here, buddy. Sure, Robert never bought Marilyn along to any bake sale, but hey, she and Joseph hadn’t invented bad marriages. Robert never talked about it, and she never asked, because something they quickly got about each other was that Jim and Kim’s was a place for good alcohol and untouchable personal emotions. Instead, they talked about ghosts, or the funny stories she had about the mom network of the neighborhood, or anything remotely fun and silly that would get them cackling loudly after the first few shots. She liked him. He was smart, funny and completely uninterested in her personal life, which, in Mary’s opinion, made him the perfect friend. Sure, apparently, her husband liked him too, maybe a little too much, but it didn’t matter. Yeah, she saw Robert’s eyes following the way Joseph’s arms worked to flip the burgers on the grill, and she saw the way he blushed when he noticed she was looking, but that didn’t matter either. Robert wore his wedding ring to the bar. He was her friend first. She felt angry at how obvious Joseph was at first, but after thinking about it, she almost felt a little bit sorry for him.

-

(Joseph didn’t speak at the funeral. As the local minister, it was expected he would, but Robert didn’t ask him to. Father Adam spoke instead, and, honestly, Mary couldn’t focus on much of his sermon – the man wasn’t that great of a speaker to begin with, and she sneaked out in the beginning of the ceremony to empty up her vodka bottle with Robert, so during his speech, she spend most of the time focusing on seeming sober enough for a funeral. It probably worked, but only because Robert was distracting everyone else, almost falling at every step he took, randomly interrupting Father Adam with some slurred meaningless lines, and loudly demanding to go to Jim and Kim’s every couple of minutes. It was a fucking train wreck in every way, and Joseph attempted to keep the situation in control, trying to make Robert have some water and calm down a little. Besides them, Val was sitting in the ground, hugging her knees in complete silence. Mary wanted to go to comfort her, but she was afraid of stumbling all over the place.

So she just watched. She watched as Robert sobbed quietly into Joseph’s arms, shaking like a child. Joseph seemed to be doing the most important thing he ever did in his life for how careful he held Robert’s body to keep him from falling to the ground. Maybe he was happy, she thought, cruelly. Maybe he was glad to have an excuse to touch him like that, in front of everybody, without raising any eyebrows. She felt a little bad for thinking like that, but watching them hugging so tightly, seeing the gentle expression on Joseph’s face and the care with which he rubbed Robert’s shoulders made her angry – she felt jealous of both of them, in a way, and part of her wanted to push Joseph aside and help Robert on her own.

She couldn’t, though. She watched as Robert buried his face in her husband’s shoulder as if it had always meant to be there, and his sobs calmed down after a few moments as Joseph mumbled something into his ear. He threw up all over Joseph’s suit and he didn’t even blink, not letting go of Robert in any point, staying by his side during the entire ceremony. Mary’s heart ached as they touched, partly wanting to break them apart and the other part wanting to yell at Joseph to hold him tighter.)

-

III. i've been sick and tired of running

“Give it to me.”

Chris handed her the pen, seeming embarrassed. His hands were covered in ink, just like the wall behind him, where he decided to show off the new skills he had learned in art class. Or to piss me off, Mary thought, already dreading the conversation where she’d have to tell Joseph why she didn’t stop him. It was his fault, anyway – whose idea was to store their whiskey bottles in the garage? Hell, if she had her way, they’d be spread around the house just like his trashy novels. But they weren’t, so every time she wanted a shot during the day, she had to go to the garage to get some. She suspected that was exactly what Joseph wanted, and it made her furious.

“Good.” She knelt to get at her son’s eye level. “Now, you apologize…”

A loud bump interrupted her words. She turned around to see two chairs knocked over in the floor, with Christian and Christie on top of them. Christian, holding his knee, began to cry, which of course made Crish, in the couch, burst into tears as well.

“Shit!” Mary said, and Chris chuckled behind her, clearly glad to have her attention diverted from him. She ran towards Christian, sitting next to him only to see there wasn’t a scratch on his leg. He was probably just crying from the scare of falling, she realized, but any consolation she might have offered would have to be after she calmed Crish down. Man, that baby could scream. She picked him up, attempting to soothe him back to sleep, but he didn’t seem affected. Christian, back to his feet, was now looking at Chris’s drawings on the wall, asking him about it as if he was interested in continuing the work. Mary gave them a severe look, but soon had to go back to focusing on Crish.

Christie remained sat on the floor, ignoring her brothers. She looked at Mary and smiled. This is your future, Mary wanted to say, suddenly feeling very sad. Trying to juggle a bunch of kids with a husband you don’t care about, in the name of a God you don’t believe in.

She told herself she was being dramatic. Christie was such a clever girl, so sensible and mature for her age – she could achieve anything she ever wanted to, Mary knew. She had no way of knowing how her life would be or how she’d feel about it. And yet, conscious of her daughter watching her, she wanted to hold Christie by her shoulders, look into her eyes and tell her the truth about everything, about her falling asleep in the couch every night, about the vodka bottle in her purse, about Robert and Joseph exchanging looks at the lunch table when they thought nobody was watching. You deserve better than this, she wanted to say.

You deserve better than this.

She tried to ignore that thought, but it echoed in her mind, spreading like a cancer, laying roots of something too dangerous for her to even think about acknowledging. You deserve better than this.

-

She didn’t see Robert for another week, until she accidentally bumped into him at Mat’s place. She had just picked up Christian and Christie from their acting class and they were begging for some carrot cake, so she decided to stop by.

“Hey” she said, right after ordering, approaching him at the counter while the twins were busy talking to Mat and Carmensita.

To Robert’s credit, he didn’t ignore her. He didn’t say anything, though, just nodded politely before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Something wrong, buddy?” She asked, half-sad, and half wanting to laugh.

“No.” He answered immediately. But of course, everything was wrong, and maybe he’d just grown tired of ignoring it, Mary thought. He was probably over that fucking masochist act her and Joseph kept going on, and since she knew Robert well, she realized he was probably a bit mad at having been caught up in the middle of it.

He didn’t have the right to be mad, of course. But then again, he didn’t have the right to fuck her husband either.

“Good.” She said. There was an uncomfortable silence as she waited for the kids to finish their talk so she could get the hell out of there. She had never experienced an uncomfortable silence with Robert before. They could not talk for hours without any problem, and it wasn’t weird or tense – they could just stop talking by 3 a.m. at the bar when there was nobody else there anymore, and Robert would just help her get home, both of them stumbling drunkenly over each other without saying a word. It was nice. It felt like home.

Christian and Christie came back, with cake all over their faces. They fussed over Robert for a moment and Mary felt sad. It was easy to resent Joseph – she had gathered a lot of practice through the years, after all – but she wasn’t used to being upset at Robert.

“Here, here” she said, grabbing the twins by their hands. “Say goodbye to uncle Robert”.

“Bye, uncle Robert!”

“Bye” He answered, glancing at her face for a moment, seeming as lost as she felt. Mary wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn’t find the words.

He was my friend first, she thought, sadly, closing the door behind them.

-

(Fuck Joseph, she thought, almost dragging the twins as she walked fast through the street, shaking with anger, trying to hold back tears. And fuck Robert, too, because it takes two to tango and it definitely takes two to ruin a marriage and a friendship at once. But fuck that, too, because what marriage had they ruined anyway? For something to be ruined it had to work at some point –not seeming like it could or should work perfectly, but actually work. It had to have been right at some point. She remembered that nerve-wrecking heavy feeling at their honeymoon, how it felt like they were committing to something greater, bigger than both of them combined. And then Robert happened on the cracks of that greatness, because there were way too many cracks for them to be able to hold it up over their heads. In that hotel room it felt like it could crush them, and now she saw it had, little by little, over all those years. They were both suffocating under it.)

-

Christian seemed unaware of anything around him, still delighted from his cake. Christie, though, looked at her almost hesitantly. For an insane moment, Mary thought she had realized everything, that she was about to confront her with the tension she felt between her and Robert and how daddy and mommy weren’t talking and mommy was sleeping on the couch most nights and-

“She’s pretty”, she said.

Mary blinked.

“W-what?” She took a moment to collect herself, trying to process what she had just heard. “Who?”

“Carmensita” Christie answered, her cheeks flushing, almost swooning while saying her name. “She’s… Really, really pretty.”

Mary stopped walking for a moment, looking at her daughter’s bashful but dreamy expression, and she felt her heart sinking.

-

She knocked back the vodka.

It could very well be nothing, obviously. It was probably nothing.

But what if it wasn’t? What if it was something, and as she grew it turned it into everything? What if she didn’t get it? What if she said to herself it was nothing, again and again and again as she was saying “I do” in an altar in front of a man who she thought was all she needed to be happy? Shit, would Mary have to cry at her wedding? Would she cry? Would she hug her before walking up the aisle, stare at her soul with those blue eyes (Joseph’s eyes) and hope that Mary would have the right words to calm down that constant uneasy feeling on her chest?

And what the fuck would she say? When did she ever knew what to say to her children? She would hug her tight to avoid looking at her face, because she was that cowardly, and then she would just spend her life pretending not to see that plea of confusion in her eyes.

She knocked back another glass. Her hands were almost shaking too much to pour the next one.

It was probably nothing, she thought, finally giving up and reaching for the bottle instead, taking a long sip. It had to be. Christie would enjoy getting married and having kids, she told herself, under her breath, attracting a few odd looks from the table next to hers. Most people did.

But what if she didn’t? What if one day another girl made her smile like that and she felt the world as she knew was going to fall apart if she ever acknowledged it? Or worse, what if she didn’t even let herself smile in the first place? What if she buried it inside and forced herself to smile at guys for so long she didn’t even notice anymore? And then Mary would have to cry at her wedding, and she’d feel that nervousness without understanding, and years later she’d meet a neighbor with dark eyes and a leather jacket and-

I’m losing it, Mary told herself, shaking her head.

And yet she couldn’t take that image out of her mind, Christie saying Carmensita’s name with that smitten voice, with such a purity only an eight year old’s crush could have. She thought about Christie looking at her with that dreamy expression, talking about that girl, telling Mary something she definitely had not told any of her brothers, and maybe something she herself wasn’t even aware of. Her daughter was so fucking smart, and so fucking sensible and brave, and when she looked at her Mary still saw that unconditional trust in her eyes, that need for her opinion and approval dripping through her words when she said anything.

How long would that last? How long until she did the math and realized Mary wasn’t worth of that look? Worse, what if she never did? What if it lasted forever? What if Christie was never able to see the misery all over the way mommy and daddy held their hands during Sunday service? What if she thought it was normal? What if she thought this was how love was meant to be life, and whatever weird feeling she had for a pretty girl at the coffee shop was something else, something not worth fighting for?

Stop projecting, you sound like a shitty psychiatrist.

She finished the bottle, feeling sick to her stomach. She wanted to throw up, but she couldn’t – not in the middle of the kitchen, at least (not again). She stood up, struggling to make her way to the bathroom. She fell on the floor on her knees immediately after opening the door, unable to hold any longer, spilling her guts all over the closed toilet. It smelled like shit, and Mary felt her eyes welling up. She felt angry at everyone around her – at Joseph, Robert, hell, even Christie.

She had to get up and clean that mess, because they were having a fucking bake sale in the morning and she needed to change into something clean before everyone else woke up. Still, she felt unable to move. She just sat there, covered in vomit, sobbing like a child, wanting to be anywhere else but there. A fitting metaphor everything else in her life, she realized. Then, out of nowhere, she heard that whisper, that quiet mantra emerging strong in her mind all of a sudden: You deserve better than this.

She didn’t fight it this time. She didn’t have the strength to. She just let it sink all over her: You deserve better than this.

They all did, in the end.

-

IV. just say you forgive me and don't let me go

She didn’t even think about printing them, at first. She just googled it, almost distractedly, just to take a look, just to see how scary they’d seem. The answer was: A lot. It was all so complicated, a bunch of bureaucracy she had no idea how to even begin to handle. In her social circle, there weren’t many people who could help her with that, for obvious reasons. She supposed she could ask Hugo, but on her context, even saying the word “divorce” out loud would be enough to set every gossiper on the neighborhood on fire.

So she didn’t ask him or anyone. She just googled for a few minutes, stared at the results on the first page, and then closed the tab immediately, almost nervous that someone would catch her in the act. She didn’t think about doing it again.

-

(At first.)

-

She and Robert slowly started talking again. Not like before, obviously – it would never be like that again, to Mary’s sadness. But they didn’t ignore each other anymore, at least. Mostly because of practical reasons: Their cul-de-sac was way too small to ignore anyone for too long, and she and Robert spend too much time in the same places to forever avoid acknowledging each other’s presence. Plus, it was hard to ignore people when you had five shots of tequila in your head. Mary found herself walking towards Robert’s table at the bar way too many times, and then one night she just sat beside him, watching him finish a glass of whiskey. He stared at her nervously, but didn’t move away. The silence between them almost felt comfortable.

Then she noticed the hickey on his neck.

He didn’t understand what happened, clearly, because he only mumbled confusedly when she stood up suddenly and walked to the opposite end of Jim and Kim’s.

She wasn’t sure why she did it – she wasn’t surprised, obviously. There was no reason for them to stop all of a sudden, just because she knew. Hell, for the looks she saw each of them shoot at the other when they thought no one was watching, Mary wasn’t sure they could stop even if they tried. Even if they wanted to.

And they probably really wanted to, she realized, sitting at an isolated table with her back turned to Robert. They probably tried a lot. She remembered Joseph holding him at the funeral – Robert was coming apart in her husband’s arms, and yet, somehow, she felt for them there. She wanted Joseph to hold him tighter, to help him stand up. Now there, years later, sitting alone in a bar to avoid looking at her best friend’s face, she couldn’t help but wonder how long they had wanted to touch each other like that. How it must have hurt.

Robert was still staring at her, she knew. She didn’t look back, but in her head that same thought echoed, this time not directed at herself: You deserve better than this.

She had gotten used to repeating it, so she didn’t cringe, and instead mumbled again. And again. And again and again and again.

-

She googled the papers again. This time, she looked over them more carefully, trying her best to understand some of it. It turned out the basics weren’t that hard.

She googled some lawyers. It turned out some of them weren’t so expensive.

Next to her, Christian and Christie were drawing. Christie walked towards her chair and sat right next to it, resting her read in her lap while coloring. Mary couldn’t hold back a smile. She was so caring, her daughter. So sweet and thoughtful. She looked up at Mary and smiled back. Mary felt her heart beating faster, her head pounding with fear of her daughter’s childish look, of the idea of how it could change through the years.

(She had Joseph’s eyes. She didn’t have to carry his burden as well.)

Mary took a deep breath. She saved the lawyer’s contact.

-

(She did type “A.A.” in the search bar, but didn’t have the courage to press enter.)

-

There was a hotel downtown. It wasn’t too far, and it wasn’t too expensive. She could book almost a month in advance with her savings. Sure, it wouldn’t have the comfort of her parents’ house, but she wouldn’t have to explain anything to anyone either.

It still took her a few weeks to call, though. Every time she mustered the courage to dial the number, that crippling fear stormed over her, filling her head with buts and don’ts that she didn’t need anymore. She wasn’t even sure of what she was so scared of. She had spend so much time with those fears governing her life that by now it was almost a matter of habit. They were behind her ear every night, in every church sermon, in every bake sale, in all of her and Joseph’s late night fights after she returned from the bar. They kept her hostage. It was just so much easier to stay there, to not think about it, to push that misery inside and pretend it wasn’t there.

She looked at the phone and to the front yard, watching Joseph work on their plants, his head firmly turned anywhere that wasn’t Robert’ house so deliberately it was kind of sad. He turned his face to the window, noticing her gaze. His expression tensed up immediately, as usual. He gave her a polite nod and turned back to the plants.

He looked so tired, Mary thought. And she probably wasn’t much better. They had to try so hard each day, doing their best to make the hours pass, to pretend that life was happening to someone else.

She did consider talking to him. Sitting in front of him and having a conversation like the two adults they supposedly were. She supposed she owed him that, after all that time – a proper goodbye, at least. She wanted to do like they did in the movies, with that quiet and sad acceptance of what had changed and ended. Still, she knew her and Joseph would probably just end up screaming at each other. Mary didn’t want that. Most importantly, she was terrified of what would happened if they didn’t end up fighting. What if Joseph listened to everything she had to say and just asked her to stay? Worst of all, what if she mentioned Robert and he promised her to end everything with him? What if he begged? What if he got so afraid that he was able to pull that fear from inside of her, as well? What if she did end up staying?

Joseph’s hands seemed to shake a little when he risked a quick glance at Robert’s yard.

Mary typed the hotel’s number.

-

(She was tired.

And she was done with fear.)

-

She waited until everyone else in the house was asleep. She put some clothes in an old backpack. It was quick - there wasn’t much else she wanted to bring anyway.

Then, the note. She was tempted not to write anything, but there was a chance Joseph would just think she had gotten lost on the way back from Jim and Kim’s in that case. So she scribbled down the simplest goodbye possible, with the hotel’s number and a promise to call soon. She knew that it wasn’t really fair to be that abrupt, but to be honest, she wasn’t really sure of what she could say to him anyway.

They both knew what had to be said. They knew for a long time, now. They were saying it on the inside, screaming so loudly that it ended up coming out in some way, whether it was through emptying up bottles of wine or falling in love. It wasn’t the time to say anything else.

It was time to listen.

Her last stop was at the kids’ bedroom. She considered not even going there, still scared that the sight of them would be enough to make her give up her entire plan. It didn’t feel right not to, though. She didn’t approach any of their beds, worried that they could wake up. She just looked at them, staring at their sleeping faces, trying to memorize them in their head. They all looked so much like Joseph, but looking carefully, she could see a little bit of herself in them – the tip of Chris’s nose, the shape of Crish’s ears, the outline of Christian and Christie’s lips.

Mary smiled. In the future, maybe, they’d look in the mirror and notice that. When they did, she wanted them to feel good.

She wanted them to be proud.

Mary stepped out of the room, looking behind her one last time.

“We deserve better than this” she whispered to them in the dark. “And I’ll make sure we get it.”

To her own surprise, she believed it.

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You as well are to be answering the odd questions! please and thank you.

Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? Brigitte Loraine Hayworth, “Brigitte” after Brigitte Bardot, a famous actress from the 1960s, her father’s favorite. Loraine is her mother’s name. She prefers “Birdie” because “Brigitte” sounds snobby to her.3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? Yes, very fulfilled. She was usually riding horses or playing sports like badminton and croquette, typical spoiled rich girl things that her parents made her do. She has three best girlfriends that she has known since early childhood and they always found ways to take the stuffiness out of everything. Bad memories are all associated with doctors or after school babysitters.5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? She has an older brother with whom she’s very close, even as children. His name is Anthony, after Anthony Quinn. “Tony” for short.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? Yes, the aforementioned 3 friends are Monica, Janet and Shirley. She met Monica as a baby since their mothers were friends, Janet is her first cousin, and Shirley she met at a beauty pageant, age 5. They like to compare themselves to the Ya-Yas of the titular book, and when they all discovered and read it in 1998, they were sure Rebecca Wells had spied on them.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? She’s pretty gifted with horses and cats. Animals like her, but she doesn’t like tiny lap dogs.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? She prefers spicy food, but has no dietary restrictions.

13. What is their least favourite food? So far it’s sea squirt, eaten in Japan.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? Not yet, but she’s working on it. Having had a cook all her life put a damper on her ability to learn how to do it herself.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? All the time, but not selfies, usually. She takes pictures of funny stuff she comes across or impressive scenery. 

19. What’s their least favourite genres? Harlequin romance. 

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? No temper, extremely patient. If she gets mad enough to lose her temper she will walk away before anything happens. 

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? She has a long term photographic memory. She is good with faces, and will remember eternally the name that goes with a face after forgetting it once.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? She finds a lot of stuff funny, but it takes a bit more to make her laugh out loud. If Birdie deadpan tells you, “That’s fuckin’ hilarious”, it probably is pretty funny. 

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? Disney/Pixar animation makes her cry, which she tries to control by blinking very hard. If she cries over anything, its super rare and absolutely hidden. Sad Birdie pretends to be normal Birdie. 

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? She would ask what caused that fear to come about. Why that particular thing? It’s interesting to psychoanalyze fears. She herself is terrified of cockroaches to such a degree that she will spiral into a sobbing hysterical panic attack if one ever got on her. She would never tease about a fear, but she will tease a friend about certain words they don’t like to hear. You know, how so many people hate the word ‘panties’ or ‘moist’? 

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? She loves to drink and party. Drunk Birdie is somehow extremely cunning. Hungover she is a complaining mess. She takes care of drunk/hungover friends in a teasingly kind way. 

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? Boy shorts.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?  Guilty pleasure is microwave popcorn with extra butter melted and poured over it until it gets all soaked and nasty. Unguilty is singing karaoke by herself. 

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? She likes reading but it takes her forever to finish a book because she’ll forget about it or get bored with it. No poetry. Fictional American classics are her favorite. She likes Fitzgerald, Oates, etc. 

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? None, she’s awful at replying to letters and emails. LINE or text one-liners is the most anyone will get out of her.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? Straight. She likes Clark Gable types. She needs freedom in a relationship, but also presence. 

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? She was ‘drug up Catholic’. Completely open to all religions, however. Starting to really like the idea of Shintoism. She thinks overly religious people are kind of psycho, given her experiences as a kid. Non-religious, she wonders what they believe about the origin of the universe.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? Her family probably sees her as a wild child, friends probably see her as… normal? Birdie sees herself as a ‘fucking nerd’. 

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? She’s great at formal occasions, she has all the best dresses and she knows how to mingle and talk to everyone – she just hates it and tries to escape an hour or more early to go home and watch Netflix.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? Probably a picture of her with her grandmother, who recently died. She is extremely sentimental. She saves everything from people she loves. 

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yes!!!! of course!!! I love talking about desp so much. I may not always talk about it here, but i’m constantly working on it in the background. I never know how to answer these type of open ended questions so I’ll just ramble random things here about it and stop eventually?  Trigger Warning for mentions of abuse, death and drug addiction. 

So Desperato Series, affectionately referred to as Desp by myself and maybe a few others, is set in the (fictional) beach side city of Cartwright, Queensland, Australian (name of city is still subject to change). It’s got dual pov from two half sisters: Nicola “Nicky” Donovan, a piece of shit and  the leader of the local gang, The Vipers (still subject to change). and Emmy Donovan, Nicky’s younger half sister and a law student at the local university. 

There’s four books in the series, three main with the girls as main povs, and then there’s a prequel with their father, Jacob, as the lead and he’s a mess and it’s great. 

The first book, The Reckoning, is about Nicky’s struggles not only in running a gang while dealing with the incompetent police investigation into who murdered Uncle Jackson and staying clean with all these issues and problems around her. While Emmy’s side is about trying to find out what happened to a friend of hers, her friend Ruby, disappeared after the first party of the year. Emmy’s morality gets tested as she gets pulled further into the underbelly of Cartwright all while Nicky tries to distant herself from it because it’s killed too many members of her family and she doesn’t want to be next. 

Other issues/plot points/storylines?:

And then there’s the relationships that both of the Sisters with their mothers. And the problems that Nate faces while trying to adopt a baby when he has a business partner and best friend who is Nicky, someone who has a long suspected criminal history. Sofia and Holly who are trying to get married while dealing with Amber who is an angry criminal teenager who didn’t cope with the lose of her parents right.  Olivia and personal conflicts about should she lie to protect her friends when she’s been raised on a very strict moral code and has been warned  about  interacting with the Donovans.

About Nicky: 

She’s 27 years old, literally a terrible human being, (she’s literally with a married man who has a child). She’s a recovering drug addict and an abuse survivor. She’s mean, sarcastic and when I say she’s a terrible person, I mean it, she is but i love her regardless. She co-owns and is the main manager for the garage that she has with her best friend from childhood, Nate. She’s bisexual, and will ruin families by sleeping with everyone in said family, when she’s not currently with Edward (the married man). She’s been involved in crime since she was a young child, Jacob may or may not have had her help bury bodies when she was a teenager, but that’s Jacob for you. He did love Nicky a lot and would have done anything for her. Always complains that she could have been a pro surfer. 

About Emmy: 

She’s 19 and a law student. A decent human being compared to her sister. She’s also an abuse survivor from the time she lived with her mother. Her mother, Leah, was/is a drug addict. Emmy never knew her father unfortunately, Jacob died when Nicky was 16. She’s good, not involved in crime, takes her studies v. seriously, loves reading. Doesn’t surf (which annoys Nic to no end) but is very good at the guitar. Bisexual as well. Friends with benefits with James. Is very headstrong and has a bad temper that she is almost always in control of, but it’s a temper that is reminiscent of Jacob’s which scares people who knew Jacob. Occasionally is a bartender at The Pit. 

Other Characters:

Sofia - A paramedic and heavily tattooed lesbian, engaged to Holly. Holly - another childhood best friend of Nicky, manages The Pit, the bar that Nicky inherited from Jackson’s death. Lesbian. Older sister to Amber.  Amber - currently off doing fuck knows what, she straight up disappeared when her parents died. Wasn’t coping well at all. Lesbian. Nate - Co-owns the garage and is very much Nic’s number one fan. Gay man, married to Joseph, a lawyer.  James - the son of a rich man who was a fence for the Donovan Family. Mother recently died. FWB with Emmy and best friends with Olivia.  Edward - The married man that Nicky is sleeping with/in love with. He also loves Nicky as well, but can’t leave his wife. Also the rival for the position that Nicky assumed on Jackson’s death.  Jacob: Nicky and Emmy’s father and a terrible man who loved crime and chaos too much. Died in a car accident. But a good father. 

Bisexuality runs in the Donovan Family and it’s a funny joke, because Richard, (Jacob/Jackson’s father and Nicky/Emmy’s grandfather) would have hated it. 

The themes/Other things/Misc. ramblings: 

Recovery, acceptance, love and justice are all very important ideas. Surf culture. A huge concept in desp is the rejection of the notion of a nuclear family and the total acceptance of a found family being real family, like family isn’t always blood but who is there for you. And a wee touch of good old Irish Catholic guilt. The idea that Nicky has lived her entire adult life on borrowed time and that time is coming to an end.  The vibes I’m aiming for are; Animal Kingdom, a Modern Peaky Blinders, Mayans Mc, Sons of Anarchy. 

Despite everything else, at Desp’s core, it’s a series about the love that Nicky has for Emmy and how she’d do anything, and I mean anything, to protect her. 

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failed to bollocks anyway correct i am gonna have to manage this myself sincerely the item is the condo it fairly wasn’t Google to present away that sort of be gracious we might provide it again to us I consider it would be intriguing the variety of labor we’re doing right here we’re an extraordinarily progressive parish i hope it’s now not some type of hideaway for pedophile clergymen that housing disgusted me good depart we’re no longer all like that I mean say if there is 200 million clergymen on the planet and and 5 percent of them are pedophiles that’s nonetheless simplest ten million so what we desired to create right here used to be a global freed from intolerance and hypocrisy particularly stable yes yes there’s one factor I hate it is hypocrisy I imply that sexism farling yes sure god it gets my goat we’re very specific right here in craggy Island we do not like all of that sort of them factor ah kid who is that this lovely Carol now Ted you’re only purported to decide on one you understand comeon beautiful girl I’ve offered 20 million documents plus ha ha ha ha Eddie reject what you think this one are this one you realize i love this one well that is a great one title all proper – no but I like the color of this one oh I just have no idea good laughs they are each excellent i am certain whichever one you opt for it’ll be just beautiful thanks Ted see good style of alternative lifestyles catered for you we’re a refuge for clergymen like a father lean the place else would he give a sermon even as dressed like a Joan Crawford sees leave please don’t take her a apartment please don’t stop our excellent work right here you already know I ought to say father I had no suggestion that monks might be worried in such just right work you most often have that historic-usual view of the drunken or Netra scream like the stereotype is lengthy long gone I enjoy each of it goodbye father Billy would be Manohar Maura historic-style priest he likes to pop round for him you recognize good ancient bitch once in a even as he came from upstairs yeah he’s like hiding across the condo so he can spring a subject matter on me however perhaps he’d be hiding within the rest room and i might go to the bathroom and he abruptly jump out and say ladies clergymen and that i just consider very fast and say i am in desire of them anyway the primary factor I wanted to assert needeth we’re enormous gigantic fanatics of yours right here i’d say we have to have every album you ever made would you love me to signal them for you oh that does not be satisfactory might you sure of course you must stay here so there’s a sign the album so provide the keys again what i’m going to simply go and get the report thank you thank you Cheers record can be like mr.Don don’t care father I completed digging that drainage ditch ordinary dimension now i do know you wanted me to wash these rooms late tonight y’all be aware of don’t know hard to could do them tomorrow when there may be much less risk of me falling off and being killed and then sting fell down the steps just right father may also be feeling nature he has to stay house so mrs. Greenback Kumar the one purpose I gave him the residence again one night time off a week from mrs. Dyle might be I should just pour in shechem little bit yeah we’ll come on let’s revel in ourselves sister no man around we are able to do it fairly is that mate pleasure nonetheless have endurance No you

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"Rock a Hula Ted" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 7 | Dead Parrot

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"Rock a Hula Ted" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 7 | Dead Parrot

I am society from ancient India have been ruled via women fairly my guys weren’t allowed around females with out license and have been put in the car and told off for being sexist anyway you are going to do a track from you to me new album for us now God what an agent she’s under no circumstances completely happy until she’s complaining about something oh you are correct there take I believe this new song is in regards to the Catholic Church oh here she goes it is about how the church in eire ordinarily had plenty of potatoes in the course of the famine they usually hit the pendulum the pill and that i fell to my storage as expertise fare holes closed down a variety of the factories that were making the potatoes and turned them into prison for children God on my cheek without doubt this existed was anything sinister certainly I mean wow the main issue with she appears to be taking the entire Catholic King somewhat severely Ted sure I imply it is just a bit of amusing stop talking and it’s simply whole radical feminism lack to quite get my purpose what this proposal that the Catholic Church is a few sort of bad perspective to women k she’s doing a tune Candace what you smash air hole cramps or you love them what what you’re making of all these items you failed to come to the church is somewhat sexist Oh God no father I’ve invariably known the church very aware of my views I imply I don’t forget one time I was having horrible troubles at house and the church manner aid then i do know a different we wish to roam the church down however I acquired a load of house owners extra more lon thanks for asking father but no no I haven’t any complaints at all yeah Oh No sorry goes mad if i’m a 2nd days with this drink drink you know you will have to rather get a haircut he’s constantly got too some distance down that Bob Geldof position oh that is a nasty avenue it is indeed Google i would like you have got long gone down as there isn’t a coming again as Bob himself or Kenya what did you pay for the cabinets Ted Dada i don’t rather take into account him these is not going to last you look at that she might speak that into comment down well there is plenty of first-rate on to know provide us a name Oh God okay i will be able to suppose it we did it kid ah appear at that picture it is falling apart have a bit cup of tea Liam reasonable ample so am what you want to talk to me about oh sure now you were planning i’m going to d’lovely garyun competition this 12 months we’re mature oh yes I I by no means missed the lovely girls that is my absolute favorite time of year well I was once this lovely lady 1995 doing Aragog Ted we had a stripper of her title Oh God why we discovered she’s been in a movie called stallion Sam I heard us was a bit impolite anyway i’m chairman of the organizing committee this yr and i used to be questioning in case you wanted to judge it shudders what cuddly would now not too hot and there’s the dinner afterwards in there oh sure sure you’ve gotten the dignity of taking the winner out for me and that i consider who pays for it is not me did I hear that somewhere oh you suck alternative we introduced that in a couple of years in the past you’ve the glory of taking her off for me and she had been on roti how much fuck stereo this sort of backtest about 100 kilos I would have obtained your grace and probably after carefully anyway you were pronouncing oh sure now whilst you take the lovely lady out to dinner could you ever persuade her to put on considered one of my Mami’s dresses she could use the publicity right how’s the industry going oh satisfactory she bought one last week what number of is that purpose this yr that might be one you see and sincerely factor we inspiration is be a little bit of an ass getting a priest to evaluate it this yr additionally it eliminates any sexual part to the red or and that i mistaken friend i’m hoping you is not going to be tempted through all those beautiful women or there isn’t any danger of that toilet considering we have now had problems with that sort of thing before you no no no Ted we quite have a challenge of that possibility all correct you do not have to worry there limb correct at the off due with the aid of limb how much duplex the door Ted i don’t understand it came with the condo oh hi there they are a bunch of homeboys prime god there she is again now not everywhere the place lift power what does that imply don’t know I knew a father Clint energy penis is having a go at him what is the interview like I failed to quite read so much of its head she’s gone around the nation on the second I feel she needs to purchase a house on an island and reside in it and she had their eye on some godforsaken position off the west coast really did it point out what island she had a Ryan Clady Island in position for me I see it as being a dependable haven for individuals who desire to flee their party on the mainland so god I want to create a world free and affection and devout intolerance no no no no no that terrible information correct sincerely we simply have to stand our ground if she’s on the island and bound upon Peter I simply inform her the people of crayons will not stand ahead freed from sexual and religious intolerance no manner Jose correct whether the room will have to be ok now I who had been the upstairs and i did the Attic prime to backside i have oh yes sure and i washed your car additionally I consider to look at green hearse beside the carriage that we are free today Oh mrs.Toys have any risk of preserve your two favorite trees it’s handiest a letter how do you do no I need to get away early to the beautiful ghosts competition for DES Moine going myself but i do not consider i do not want to say to a beautiful lady god doogal there is no end of things you would speak about you could ask them what their father does for a dwelling you probably have a boyfriend clothes and to do with clothes and fragrance essentially closes simplest for the reason that men have been close however we do not put on perfume get additional larger except for the biggie anyway should you ever meet a lady i’m definite you’ll be able to maintain us simply be yourself viable be yourself make them suppose secure and the golden rule constantly need to have that approach it’s simpler ultimately anyway I higher be off it only keep these beautiful ladies waiting be your self is it cool if I you can be their father oh we get me later bald eagles oh we do not get into any mischief oh you know the spanner I do and that’s the drawback not on impersonations of all opposes all those different line made individuals think Peter Gabriel and Queen and the other bands that went on prior within the day and what about Phil Collins flying all of the solution to Boston Sagi workmanship that’s what it is okay for proper now so will you quit this the camera for stead lovely forever you know sorry college actress judgement song whats up lovely Gyarados and any individual at the door mrs.Doing mrs. Doyle good day there good Imelda you are a beautiful lady even though I hear you had a bit of unhealthy luck dicy your dog was once knocked down with the aid of a auto and killed no no that is that is my father it says here that your 22 19 correct and also you were born in could oh that is a beautiful a part of the sector ten doc and it says right here that you’re a black belt in karate now so so what would you do if I got here I let you know what as you seem to my notes and discontinue on any style of expertise that’s simply genuine Sam instructed me your name yet father in theatres well there doodle McGuire very well this can be a great residence I rather love the crude religious imagery yeah y’all right there hold your breath breath your breath is it comfy if you have a breath it can be no longer too tight is it however that you could loosen it if you need take it off bathe go on Brasilia come T normally i will make the tea and you’re taking your brow oh is not that bob geldof yeah yeah you are aware of it so beautiful bit whoa clearly the last university mullion that quite very thing i am not certain whether it is Bobby sufficient cling on there a 2nd excuse me are you a job all correct now going for walks oh seem at them they are very very have a beautiful Park careful they’re headed that myself into ghettos find it irresistible of path they all have it on absolutely and mrs.Doyle is the one who makes the tea and he or she goes here simply make the tea what mrs. Doyle makes turkey anyway I better just inform you the purpose i’m here i am watching for a house around the discipline and that i fairly particularly like this one your sandwich exceeds the desired six entries and wit and that suggests it’s between a different and Mary in the beautiful lass tiebreak nor right here you’re nothing off i will have to let you know a shaggy dog story so right here we go this is my Robin Williams impression ok right here we go that is the funny story now okay secretary Sir the Invisible Man is in reception that bus tell him I can not see him rapidly I ought to say a Mendes lap is nicer i am sorry Mary that implies Amanda is the winner certificate of loveliness and of direction you have been going to dinner the next day to come in craggy Islands top secret rest on the Thai cottage and who will you be inviting to dinner I do convey my mom just have a different for such one more I can be inviting you quality yeah anything anything show up so thanks the winner of our beautiful girls 1996 it’s a letter there you’re up it how does it on full of life competitors come brilliantly good and as is the tradition I get a free dinner the next day to come night high-quality it’s a quitter oh god yeah Wow you particularly not Michael Hutchence unconscious welcome anyway some thing happened while I was once away no cannot suppose of something anyway oh you are one Nev Connolly known as Nev Connolly what did you say to her do not worry Ted it was pleasant I simply took your recommendation about speaking to garrison of his floor she’s upstairs now she’s still here yeah actually I suppose she’s in the toilet oh good day again and that i was once simply telling Ted you have been in the toilet hiya there father Ted Crilley you ought to be leave out Connelly well feel that sexist be aware of to name a young woman omit i am sorry too late for me to change my approaches that you could instruct an old canine new tricks good it is getting kind of late very well good I I won’t preserve you Faisal bye goodbye father yes goodbye k that is the opposite factor I so go away the residence really I simply gave it to her wait a minute he’s gonna turn it right into a studio she mentioned we will have all of the recording time we want well no wait now not you game of the condominium wait honey wait a 2d where are we gonna live leave out Connelly omit Costas has been a horrible misunderstanding here look I have to record a duet over the cellphone with Peter Gabriel so hope you do not mind but Nigel Antonio Michelle yeah well i’m sorry however we’re not going anywhere proper i am no longer staying right here to be insulted by you come on dude we’re desiring i would not say this learn how to supply me a million pound wait a minute what did I say there I understood please supply us again the house what did I say why can we outside stated the place are we going to reside God Almighty Dugan i am going away for a few hours and you might have managed to present away the condo I mean take me sewers again what precisely occurred I was just sticking to your room head and quantity one be your self no no no no be your sensitive whatever individuals say never be yourself with ladies not ever never by no means what then well i attempted to make a extra at ease like you mentioned sure so I asked her to take off her bra we come again to that one mr.There would you supply away the house what concerning the Golden Rose head continuously supply them what they need no no that is the silver rule the golden rule is that anybody who’s ever speaking to you again suppose about what you’re announcing and then do not say it and then just run away someplace correct all right this is a lengthy shot however it’s our most effective hope i’ll go away this paper and pencil here and expectantly within the morning God may have written down what we should do ok that could be a lengthy shot their handiest hope Google come on God ah what is it see God correct back no I failed to bollocks anyway correct i am gonna have to manage this myself sincerely the item is the condo it fairly wasn’t Google to present away that sort of be gracious we might provide it again to us I consider it would be intriguing the variety of labor we’re doing right here we’re an extraordinarily progressive parish i hope it’s now not some type of hideaway for pedophile clergymen that housing disgusted me good depart we’re no longer all like that I mean say if there is 200 million clergymen on the planet and and 5 percent of them are pedophiles that’s nonetheless simplest ten million so what we desired to create right here used to be a global freed from intolerance and hypocrisy particularly stable yes yes there’s one factor I hate it is hypocrisy I imply that sexism farling yes sure god it gets my goat we’re very specific right here in craggy Island we do not like all of that sort of them factor ah kid who is that this lovely Carol now Ted you’re only purported to decide on one you understand comeon beautiful girl I’ve offered 20 million documents plus ha ha ha ha Eddie reject what you think this one are this one you realize i love this one well that is a great one title all proper – no but I like the color of this one oh I just have no idea good laughs they are each excellent i am certain whichever one you opt for it’ll be just beautiful thanks Ted see good style of alternative lifestyles catered for you we’re a refuge for clergymen like a father lean the place else would he give a sermon even as dressed like a Joan Crawford sees leave please don’t take her a apartment please don’t stop our excellent work right here you already know I ought to say father I had no suggestion that monks might be worried in such just right work you most often have that historic-usual view of the drunken or Netra scream like the stereotype is lengthy long gone I enjoy each of it goodbye father Billy would be Manohar Maura historic-style priest he likes to pop round for him you recognize good ancient bitch once in a even as he came from upstairs yeah he’s like hiding across the condo so he can spring a subject matter on me however perhaps he’d be hiding within the rest room and i might go to the bathroom and he abruptly jump out and say ladies clergymen and that i just consider very fast and say i am in desire of them anyway the primary factor I wanted to assert needeth we’re enormous gigantic fanatics of yours right here i’d say we have to have every album you ever made would you love me to signal them for you oh that does not be satisfactory might you sure of course you must stay here so there’s a sign the album so provide the keys again what i’m going to simply go and get the report thank you thank you Cheers record can be like mr.Don don’t care father I completed digging that drainage ditch ordinary dimension now i do know you wanted me to wash these rooms late tonight y’all be aware of don’t know hard to could do them tomorrow when there may be much less risk of me falling off and being killed and then sting fell down the steps just right father may also be feeling nature he has to stay house so mrs. Greenback Kumar the one purpose I gave him the residence again one night time off a week from mrs. Dyle might be I should just pour in shechem little bit yeah we’ll come on let’s revel in ourselves sister no man around we are able to do it fairly is that mate pleasure nonetheless have endurance No you

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Welcome to A Cup-pella, Dean! We’re excited to have you and Colin Miller 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: Dean + she/her Age: 22 Timezone: GMT Ships: Colin/Chem, Colin/Power bottoms Anti-Ships: Colin/No chem

IC INFO

Full Name: Colin Chesqua Miller Face Claim: Chyler Leigh Age/Birthday: 26 / May 28, 1992 Occupation: K-5 Teacher / Member of April’s Growers Personality: Attentive, Pacifist, Indecisive, Sentimental, Loyal, Protective, Sceptical, Self-critical Hometown: San Antonio, Texas Bio:

Colin Chesqua was the first born to a veterinarian couple with a not-so-small animal practice in San Antonio, Texas. That being said, Colin grew up surrounded by animals and she loved it. It would be a lie to say that she got tired of endless barks and whimpers and hisses around her, but it would be a bigger lie to say that being surrounded by animals almost 24/7 made her want to follow her parents’ footsteps and, eventually, join their little team of veterinarians. Oddly enough, Colin preferred caring for kids like her. Human.

For so long, only she knew that about herself. Everyone had always expected her to be an aspiring animal doctor like her parents — the clients who always frequented the clinic, her classmates, her teachers at school, who seemed way too eager to help her find the best university she could go to when she graduates (which was honestly a very long way, at that time), and even her grandmother, who had always been a huge fan of letting her children and grandchildren do what they want to do in life. Colin knew she couldn’t blame them. Not with her not showing any signs of wanting something else for herself.

Well, maybe, just maybe, she did think that she was bound to be a vet as well. Maybe it’s just how life was. You’re a daughter of a pair of doctors; of course you’d be a doctor too.

That was until her younger sister, Dominique, was born the summer before fourth grade. As she grew up, it became very obvious that Dominique was everything Colin was not. Sure, they shared a mutual love for animals. They often bonded over cleaning cages and enclosures and equipment in the clinic, but while Colin only wanted to coo and care for the animals in a pet owner kind of way (because she honestly preferred human kids…), Dominique was the one always asking their parents about the intricate this and that of being a vet.

Years went by, Dominique became closer to their parents, but Colin did not resent her for that. Instead, she celebrated it. Gone were the questioning looks she often got from her parents when she’d bypass pamphlets from universities that catered to the field of Science, though she did get the occasional tut and shake of the head from her father. Colin would later on reason that she would not be a loss to them; that Dominique was there to continue their legacy while she… well, while she went to a catholic school to become a teacher, and she had her grandmother as an inspiration for that.

(No, her grandmother did not insinuate anything at all. Bless her soul.)

“A teacher! Your monthly salary will barely pay for an apartment’s monthly rent!”

Colin was aware of that, but nothing stopped her from applying, anyway. Her parents weren’t pleased, but there must have been something in the air that one night she announced that she’d been accepted in the University of her choice. Sure, it wasn’t as joyous as she’d hoped it would be, but her parents agreed to help pay for her tuition, full ride, while keeping her trust fund untouched. What more could she want? Nothing.

Or, so she thought.

She would have liked a warning. Schooling went perfectly fine and smooth for Colin. She had never been the kind of person who sought after parties and outdoor activities as her way of unwinding, so there weren’t a lot of distractions in Colin’s life. Though she did dabble in playing for bands during certain school occasions when they needed a guitarist, but that’s beside the point. The point was, the distraction came when it was finally time for practical semester. She’d been assigned to be an assistant teacher to an old, very gentle public teacher, who was contemplating retirement in the same year. She’d later on find out that she wasn’t the only assistant given to her.

Long story short, she discovered she’s one mess of a lesbian; the other practicing teacher was one hell of a confident woman, who made Colin’s body burn to the third degree while she’s underneath, barking her needs and wants, and was also the type who didn’t believe in all strings attached.

Long story even shorter, they maintained a girlfriends-but-also-kind-of-just-fuck-buddies relationship and it was on one, stormy day, when classes were suspended and they were free to stay home (at the clinic, in Colin’s case), that said practice teacher burst into the place, carrying her nearly lifeless dog and — it must have been the relief, the desperation for reassurance, that she cried out and ran to Colin and practically smashed her lips with her own. Right there. In front of her parents. And then it was a flurry of agreements between her and her parents — she was going to get a job in some place other than Texas after graduating — and, eventually, moving what was most valuable to her into her new apartment in New York.

Pets: None.

Relationships:

Nicola de Rocha and Kitty Wilde — Colin wouldn’t say that they helped her get settled down during her moving period, but she wouldn’t also claim to have been completely neglected by her … youthful roommates. It started off with a typical introduction to each other whenever either or both of them were present while Colin’s trying to find her place in the already well-occupied apartment. There’s the bathroom. I use it at this particular time. Do not mess with my schedule. Also, get your own copy of the key. That would be the summary of it, up until Colin came upon a quaint coffee shop not so far away from their building. It turned out that both her roommates also frequented the establishment. That didn’t exactly make them best friends all of a sudden, but there’s a comfortable connection there, knowing that she wasn’t going to confront New York city all alone after all.

Grace Fitzgerald — There’s nothing like the excitement of meeting a fellow teacher; of knowing that someone who shared the same interest of helping others also knew the struggles of writing lesson plans ‘til the break of dawn (if you’re slacking, that is). There are not a lot of shenanigans when it came to her casual friendship with Grace. They’re just two teachers who sometimes meet at the cafe to discuss potential charity events over a cup of coffee — if they’re not complaining about entitled parents and annoying, spoiled brats.

EXTRA INFO

Twitter name/twitter URL/description:

cc ☕👩‍🏫 @ccmiller:

always writing lesson plans and making instructional materials. always. no break. no. and i’m 26.

Five latest tweets:

@ccmiller: this twitter account is strictly accessible only by people i accept!!! @parents of my students, please stop typing my name in the search box and asking permission to follow me. thank you. @ccmiller: maybe i should just… replace my name, huh? #secretidentityletsgo @ccmiller: WE’RE HAVING AN EVENT THIS DECEMBER. WE COULD USE MORE HANDS TO MAKE IT HAPPEN. IT WILL INVOLVE PUPPIES. DM FOR FURTHER INQUIRIES. THANK YOU. @ccmiller: … holy shit. my guitar string snapped and it almost hit my eye. goddammit. THAT WAS A NEW SET OF STRINGS. @ccmiller: nothing like a good ol’ iced latte in the morning @acup ☕ p.s. mean girl to my three o'clock. damn.

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do all the asks

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? // Goodness, the list goes on and on. Probably Harry Potter, The Princess Bride, Parks and Rec, The Little Prince, Bambi, Snow White, Atlantis, and then some of my own writing too. 2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? // I have yet to encounter someone who thinks like me in writing3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with. // Eh... I'm not really a part of fandoms. But I'll list some stuff I like. Steven Universe, Connie. Harry Potter, Hermione. Over the Garden Wall, Beatrice. Lord of the Rings, Sam. AtLA/Korra, Bolin. Hetalia, Japan. 4. do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better? // I think my name suits me just fine. Both of the names I go by are pretty good, too. Kathleen and Cinder. 5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? // Definitely the latter. If I am not doing The Most, then who am I, really. 6. are you religious/spiritual? // Yes. It comes with being raised Catholic. 7. do you care about your ethnicity? // I mean, I care about being Irish. It's a big part of my identity, though there are a few bad spots in its history. 8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? // Brandi Carlile, The Beatles, Bach, um.... I don't know, I don't really follow musical artists. I promise my music taste is better than this 9. are you an artist? // Why yes I make the art 10. do you have a creed? // Don't be an asshole11. describe your ideal day. // I wake up to rain and pancakes. It's a Saturday, with no where to be and no worries at all. I wander around the house doing various things I enjoy at a leisurely pace until Lync comes over and we play video games and watch movies while eating salty popcorn. I fall asleep on the couch under a warm blanket with a good movie playing in the background. 12. dog person or cat person? // Cat person all the way. 13. inside or outdoors? // Indoors, unless it's the mountains, in which case... outdoors 14. are you a musician? // No, though I can play a few tunes 15. five most influential books over your lifetime.// Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Artemis Fowl, The Hobbit, Animal Farm, Aesop's Fables16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same? // Definitely not. My semester in Sociology has taught me to know better than that17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”? // I don't even know what the real me is18. what’s your patronus? // According to Pottormore, it is a stallion, which is pretty sweet19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?// HUFFLEPUFF20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? // Hogwarts sounds the least dangerous, with the best food21. do you love easily?// Love? No. I care about people deeply, but for that to cross the border i to love is... very difficult. 22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. // Standing, sleeping, school, work, complaining23. how often would you want to see your family every year? // I want to see them often, but not more than one every two weeks. 24. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone? // My sister and I are really good at knowing exactly what the other is thinking25. could you live as a hermit? // I mean, probably. I'm already used to loneliness. 26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality? // Cis girl, asexual27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”? // Hell no. I get surprised every time I see my reflection28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? // One. I am a very irritable person. 29. three songs that you connect with right now. // Downpour, How Far I'll Go, Fuck This Shit I'm Out30. pick one of your favorite quotes. // "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep" -Robert Frost. Also, "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about" -Oscar Wilde