#he's 35 years out of date on fashion

[pedrospatch]

what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner. 

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin. 

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her. 

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?” 

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again. 

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house. 

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked. 

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas. 

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established. 

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago. 

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?” 

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine. 

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway. 

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face. 

“Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people. 

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you. 

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes. 

“We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you. 

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses. 

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same. 

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.” 

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus. 

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt. 

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more. 

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him. 

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

[f10werfae]

My wife is fine, thanks

pairing: Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader

summary: I LOVE YOUR HENRY CAVILL POSTS!So can I request an Instagram blurb for wife!reader (obv for Henry Cavill), where fans react to wife!reader and henry having an age gap (10+). (requested by @chaotictwig)

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Full M.List, Henry M.List, Taglist Form

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@/hellostarsky: Can everyone stop hating on Henry, so what if he’s 39 and she’s 28?? They’re both legal consenting adults, he did not groom her and treats her with the utmost respect. She does not need the stress of you guys while she’s pregnant with their baby.

@/caviilll: I don’t care what anyone says, Y/n and Henry are so mf cute. The way he spoils the hell out of her and just always holds her close♥️♥️ If only

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@/relatimefr: Ok but their age gap is so weird, she was being born when he was like 11 wtf

>> @/Prettyprincess: They lit started dating at 24 and 35, you can calm yourself honey, they did nothing but fall in love☠️

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@/Henry Cavill: Happy 29th birthday to my lovely beautiful wife, the future mother to our baby(ies) and my best friend in life. Glad to be doing life with you and no one else, can’t wait to see you when I get home tonight, both you and baby Cavill ♥️

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@/Holymacsncheese: But their age gap suits them sm, Y/n makes sure Henry keeps up to date with all the new things today, and he grounds her to a sense of comfort and love. They compliment each other so much, match made in heaven I say

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@/Polypockets: yall acting as if he groomed her straight out of highschool, they literally met on set where she had to play his wife, yall just jealous cause it ain’t you 💋

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@/Y/nCavill: 35 Weeks today! Baby Cavill is now officially nearly here, unfortunately i’ll be taking a break from future projects for some time, I want to finally settle down and accept my new role. The role of motherhood. Hope you all understand, Y/n xx

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying that, after this new movie I will also be taking a break for the next year or so, who knows. Just would like you all to know that I appreciate those who support us wholeheartedly, and I can’t wait to start this new journey!

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@/User19204726: That picture of Henry showing Y/n new dresses in the maternity shop while she’s sitting watching him, is the cutest thing. She was too tired to walk about the shop, so he literally went around and got everything to have a mini fashion show for her

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@/pumpituplease: God bless Y/n for posting pictures of Henry painting the nursery, that man is giving real dilf material now, and we can’t forget about the milf Y/n. Sexiest Power couple for realsies

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@/geraltlovers: Omg I thought we were over the whole age gap thing?! Why the hell are papers still calling him all these names and calling Y/n naïve?? They lit have a child together, get a grip

>> @/petalsforpeps: omg ikr, like get over yourselves because they don’t care about what you have to say

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@/Y/nCavill: Henry and I would like to welcome baby Penelope into the world, she arrived on September 25th and is currently rocking it! No pictures will be shared, hope you all understand that ♥️

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@/cpatainsy: HENRY IS A DAD GUYS OMG, HIM AND Y/N’S BABY IS GONNA ACTUALLY SLAY THE REAL WORLD. WE BETTER PREPARE OURSELVES!!

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@/rainbowsncakes: Omg that photo Y/n posted with Henry’s back to the camera, you can just see the tiniest bit of baby Penelope’s hair out of the corner of his arm, AND ITS DARK HAIR, SHE GOT HIS CURLY HAIR I BET

>> @/lotsoocks: YOO ACCORDING TO HENRY’S MUM’S POST, BABY PENELOPE CAME OUT ROUGHLY THE SAME SIZE HENRY WAS WHEN HE WAS BORN. POOR Y/N

>>> @Y/nCavill: NO BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE, 38 HOURS OF PURE HARD LABOUR. Thankful for all the nurses, doctors, midwives and especially my bear of a husband who didn’t leave me alone once♥️

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@/user823783: Fuck this family bullshit, when is Henry gonna back to our screens?!

>> @/HenryCavill: i’m sorry but I don’t tolerate anyone speaking about my family like that, a fan of mine wouldn’t speak of people I love like that. We want to live a peaceful life full of love, if you can’t respect that then i’m glad i’m not back to work yet. Family comes first.

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@/HenryCavill: I love my wife @Y/nCavill and my gorgeous daughter Penelope, the exact double of me I must say (sorry babe) I also love the people who support me, and it hurts me to say that it’s a minority of you that seem to keep harassing my family. Please respect our lives, not only has our relationship been through enough, but our privacy has been violated more than enough times. Enough is enough.

>> @/jellyjumpbean: What sorta losers are still hating on them?! Can we please grow up and stop being delusional, the man is happy with his own family now. None of then deserve this abuse and especially not little Penelope who hasn’t even been here 5 minutes

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@/Dcornarvel: Y/n is absolutely growing post pregnancy, you would never guess that she’s edging 30, Henry is one lucky man for real

>> @/HenryCavill: That I am. Thank you very much my friend ♥️

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[readthephible]

120 misc ship questions | shaymien edition

buckle the fuck up guys /pos

1. who rushes to open doors for the other?

damien

2. who drives more often?

either

3. who is more eager to jump in the shower with the other?

damien

4. who takes self care more seriously?

both but probably damien

5. what’s a song that reminds you of them?

starlight - muse / rather be - clean bandit / everywhere - fleetwood mac / j’s lullaby - delaney bailey + every song i’ve used to make an edit of them with (everything i know about love - laufey, end of beginning - djo, you & me song - the wannadies)

6. what’s another couple / duo (real or fictional) that reminds you of them?

ian and anthony tbh (also dan and phil but i don’t think anyone cares about my explanation)

7. which one keeps more things because they’re sentimental?

shayne

8. which one tells their parents about their partner first? how does it happen?

damien i feel like would be so excited bc he’s so fond of shayne that it would just accidentally slip

9. whose family are they more likely to stay with during holidays?

shayne’s maybe? bc az is closer?

10. whose parents are / were stricter?

shayne’s

11. who uses more emojis?

damien but like ironically

12. where was their first date?

so random soundstage /j uh idk maybe something casual so it wouldn’t feel do heavy at first. a restaurant they both enjoy or smthn

13. what’s their favorite game to play together (any kind)?

nidhogg

14. which one spams posts / links to the other?

damien “this reminded me of you” haas

15. who is the black cat and who is the golden retriever?

obviously damien black cat shayne golden retriever i mean come oN

16. what mythical creature / monster would they each be? (vampire, werewolf, dragon, fairy, etc.)

damien - vampire, shayne - something with lots of wisdom like druid idk

17. who urges the other to go sing a karaoke duet with them?

damien

18. what is their karaoke song?

rather be or an emo one like panic or fob losers (me hitting my 10th year as an emo mark)

19. who is more likely to serenade the other at random moments?

damien

20. who stares at the other from across the room?

damien

21. who brings a shopping haul of clothes home and who watches their fashion show?

both

22. who insists on paying when they go out to eat?

damien

23. who is more impulsive?

damien

24. who is ‘everything’ and who is ‘just ken’? /ref

damien is everything, shayne is just ken (sorry bud)

25. whose main goal its it to make the other blush?

damien

26. who is first to know about a new trend, meme, slang, etc.?

damien

27. who gets up early to make the other breakfast?

shayne

28. who insists they are their pets’ parents?

damien

29. do they have pets together? what kind, what names, etc.

mildy canon /s freyja and zelda

30. who is more of an animal whisperer / befriends wild animals?

damien

31. who has more patience?

shayne

32. who insists on fixing something themselves, and who would rather call a repair service?

damien wants to fix himself, shayne wants to call service

33. who turns something into an innuendo first?

damien

34. who takes longer to understand a joke or reference?

neither

35. who hides in the other’s arms during a horror movie?

shayne

36. who is more jumpy / scared easily?

shayne

37. who makes more movie references?

shayne

38. who thinks die hard is a christmas movie, and who doesn’t?

damien thinks it is, shayne thinks it isn’t (idk for sure though this can probably be fact checked)

39. who talks more during a movie?

damien

40. who carries the other bridal style?

damien

41. what are their thoughts on marriage?

hmmm idk. hesitant but open?

42. what’s the last name situation when / if they get married? (who’s last name do they take, do they keep theirs, do they hyphenate)

haa stopp (like haha, stop) i’m so funny guys (haas-topp or topp-haas idfk)

43. who wants the less traditional wedding?

damien

44. where do they get married, and where do they honeymoon?

probably in a more secluded pretty place in california, and they honeymoon in japan

45. where is their favorite place to travel?

japan

46. what do they do on vacation?

do all the touristy things, shop at nerdy places for magazines and trinkets, get lost

47. which one overpacks and which one underpacks?

both overpack?

48. who is the yapper and who is the napper?

it depends on the topic, if it’s about sports then shayne is the yapper and damien is the napper, if it’s maybe voice acting roles or something damien is the yapper and shayne is the napper

49. which one is a lighter sleeper?

damien

50. who is the moon and who is the sun?

damien moon shayne sun

51. who collects more? (figurines, pokemon cards, etc)

damien

52. who is more excited to decorate for the next holiday / event?

damien

53. who stopped believing in santa later than the other?

shayne

54. do they want kids together? give me all the details - names, what traits they inherit, etc.

in parent au i would think they maybe have 2 girls and 1 boy? alice, cheyenne, and ??? (on my sims they have 2 kids so far, klaus and alice)

55. who is a stricter parent and who is more lenient?

shayne maybe slightly stricter than damien

56. who reads a book, and who reads over the other’s shoulder while cuddling?

shayne reads, damien cuddles

57. which is booba and which is kiki? /ref

damien is booba, shayne is kiki

58. who believes in soulmates and who doesn’t?

neither but damien slightly believes more

59. who gets nostalgic more easily?

damien

60. who is more of a perfectionist?

damien

61. who hosts more parties?

neither

62. who makes handmade gifts more often for the other?

both!!! (damien’s little wooden board for him, shayne maybe mini paintings or origami 🥺)

63. which one is more formal when answering emails?

shayne

64. who prefers skinny jeans and who prefers baggy jeans?

damien - skinny jeans, shayne - baggy jeans

65. who’s better at roasting the other?

damien

66. who initiates more pda?

damien

67. which one is better at censoring their language, and which has less of a filter?

damien can censor better (twitch) shayne just isn’t as used to it

68. who insists on being player one?

shayne

69. which one snores like “honk shoo” and which snores like “hoooonk mimimi”?

damien honk shoo, shayne hoooonk mimimi

70. who gives more forehead kisses to the other?

damien

71. what does their future look like?

happy, content, open communication, side by side coexisting, love, support

72. which one believes in astrology more?

damien

73. what was their first kiss like?

with both consent and surprise

74. who steals the other’s clothes more often?

shayne

75. who steals the other’s food more often?

damien

76. do they believe in ‘celebrity hall passes’? if so, which celebrities are theirs?

damien maybe fictional characters, shayne pretty demispec so he doesn’t really have anyone to feel that way towards

77. what matching couples costumes do they wear?

something nerdy as fuckkkkkk from an anime or video game probably

78. who is naturally more cold / more hot?

shayne maybe cold for snuggles, damien for cute sleepy frustration of kicking the sheets off

79. which is more extroverted?

damien

80. how do they celebrate valentine’s day?

maybe a small outing but mostly at home together enjoying company, touch, and sappy sex hehe

81. what’s a holiday tradition they have? (ex. presents before breakfast on christmas)

insisting they don’t need to splurge on each other’s presents but they each give at least one that’s pricey but thoughtful

82. what niche pet names do they have for each other?

for damien from shayne - slaymien yaas, deem beem, damienuhhh

for shayne from damien - baby bird, my guy, bitch

83. who hates small talk and would rather have deep conversations?

shayne

84. what’s their icebreaker / olive branch after a disagreement?

“i brought home food from canes for us”

85. what kind of food or restaurant is their favorite to get together?

^

86. who believes in conspiracies more?

damien

87. which had their friends tries to set them up?

sorry matthew scott you will always be the wingman if it’s during so random days. if it’s during smosh days it’s courtney.

88. think of your favorite movie, then incorporate your pairing into it somehow and talk about it.

damien being jack skellington, shayne being sally née finklestein

89. when they’re separated in public, what do they yell out to find each other?

“SHAWNYAY” “DAMIENHAASEN”

90. professors!au. what subjects would they teach?

damien - linguistics or history, shayne - psychology or botany

91. ghostmates!au. who is the ghost that haunts the other?

damien

92. soulmates!au. how are they connected? do they have matching tattoos, names written on them, etc.

i haven’t finished my soulmates au fic but i did the stereotypical purple/black moon, yellow/blue sun

93. punk x pastel!au. which is which?

punk damien pastel shayne. this is canon

94. historical!au. what time period are they in? what are they up to?

probably victorian vampires like iwtv (gaaay)

95. hospital!au. who’s the doctor, who’s the patient, and how did they get in that situation?

shayne broke his ankle and doctor damien is confused how he got in that mess. or damien is a hypochondriac and doctor shayne is trying and failing to reassure him he is fine

96. massage parlor!au. who is the masseuse, who is getting the massage?

damien giver shayne receiver ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

97. angel x demon!au. who is the angel and who is the demon?

angel shayne demon damien

98. gender swap!au. what are their names? (ex. anthony is antoinette)

demia and shaniya?

99. superpowers!au. are they hero and sidekick? mortal enemies? villain duo? what powers do they have?

i love enemies to lovers villain damien hero shayne for some reason

100. timeloop!au. who is stuck and who helps them out of it?

shayne is stuck damien helps him out (read this fic now)

101. royalty!au. who is the royal and who is the knight / guard / maid etc.?

shayne is royal damien is the knight (read this fic now)

102. magic!au. what kind of magic do they use?

damien i can see either being a healer or persuasion. shayne again with wisdom like vast knowledge or nature powers idk

nsfw / suggestive ⚠️

you didn’t see me fill out any of this btw

1. what’s their favorite position?

missionary so they can keep taunting each other. or riding. or any way damien can touch shayne the most. or anywhere

2. who uses their mouth/teeth/tongue more?

damien

3. who uses their hands/nails more?

damien

4. who is a bit more adventurous?

hmmm. shayne?

5. who is more willing to go to a sex shop in person, and who is more embarrassed?

damien can wear a mask and somehow convince himself that he’s extroverted enough to small talk. shayne tried to just get him to order online

6. who is more into dirty talk?

damien

7. who is more into eye contact?

damien

8. what was their most risky / adventurous experience?

across the bed instead of up and down ? smoffice ? in the car in an empty parking lot ? idk

9. who likes to bite, and who likes to be bitten?

damien likes to bite. a lot. we have been over this (i was the one who made this question list)

10. what is their favorite sexual activity to do together / to the other?

damien marking shayne up, dirty talk, biting ^ shayne roleplay, appealing to senses, sense of mystery

11. which is more dominant / which is more submissive?

the d in damien stands for dominant and the s in shayne stands for submissive

12. what was their first time like?

very loving and gay and beautiful and sweet and sloppy

13. who likes to be spanked more?

shayne

14. who sends dirty texts more often?

damien

15. mile high club? yes or no?

too sleepy or anxious so no

16. what’s something they reserve for special occasions?

toys

17. how long into their relationship did it take for them to have sex?

i love the trope for them of like friends to lovers, so as soon as like, they decided they were gonna be more than platonic, it was pretty quick after. damien’s playful touches turned sensual very quickly

18. how often do they have sex?

pretty often bc damien’s pent up-ness will spill into other aspects (like being ‘horny’ in videos), and shayne just gets a lil irritable / attention seeking

[cadet-aviator]

Discipline Choices (2)

So, off I went. I called the Army Cadet HQ for an appointment. I could see them two days later, after school (the barracks were close to the school). I made sure I looked extra sharp. I assumed I was going in for ‘just a briefing’ about the Camp, nothing set in stone, but I realised this was not without strings attached. 

Of course they kept me waiting.

I stood outside the office for the better part of an hour.

They did know I was coming, because two or three different officers with a little folder with my name on it came by to inspect my appearance.

That was nothing new – very much like what happened at those ‘informal social events’.  It was also nothing new that they made notes, and I suspected that they found some minute detail below par which meant that on parade, the next day, I would be informed that I had got a few demerits, with punishments attached.

When I was finally told to enter the office I was relieved to see that the Admiral was not there, just an aide, and one regular officer. I stood at attention througout. This was proper army, so there was no hint of informality, no ‘have a seat, son’. 

And it also wasn’t a friendly briefing. For the young officer doing the paperwork my participation in the camp was already a given. When I mentioned politely that neither I nor my parents had formally consented, he said curtly, that since it was the Admiral’s expressed wish that I should attend camp, the consent of my parents was immaterial. Of course they could lodge a complaint, but he advised against that. He also made clear that since I had entered the cadet program at school, I was officially beholden to the military authorities in the country. The fact that I was not a national was also not important. I was expected to obey. 

So I stood there and realised that I was trapped.

The officer did brief me. I was told I had been signed up for a three week basic course, starting mid-December. This would take up a my entire midterm break, including Christmas, and he indicated that this was a friendly gesture on their part – it would mean I would miss only one week of school. Furthermore, as this was an Army Cadet Camp, I would officially be enrolled in Army Cadets, but as long as I was in school, I could continue my drill training there. However, there would be additional supervision, more inspections, and additional tasks and drills. I could be called upon to ‘serve’ regularly in an Army Cadet context. Performance for the Army Cadets would also be factored in my school results – so failure was not an option.

It all took my breath away. The only option I was given was whether or not to consent to corporal punishment in the camp (35 years ago this was still common in some cadet groups – you could get caned the old-fashioned way. I knew some cadets who got that regularly, and they were very brave about it, saying they preferred it to sitting down all Sunday copying out the cadet manual). I said that I would not consent. The officer informed me that it was often not possible to ‘work off’ demerits during the Camp, so if I got any, they would be transferred to either the school cadet program or the army cadet program. 'You'll be spending quite a bit of time here, then.'

Did I understand all that? 

‘Yes Sir’.

‘Any questions, cadet?’

‘No Sir.’

‘Sign here, cadet.’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Proceed to the end of the hallway, down the stairs, where you’ll be issued cadet uniform items. Report to the transport on such and such a date at 5 AM. Dismissed.’

‘Yes Sir.’

Cadet uniform items? A stack of light green shirts. I hated them immediately.

[aliscntcrres]

ALISON TORRES ( MELISSA BARRERA ) is a THIRTY FIVE year-old PURCHASING AGENT AND FINANCIAL ADVISOR in NEW YORK CITY. They were brought under Richard’s care when they were only FIFTEEN years old. They are known as THE GUARDIAN because they are GENUINE but also HEADSTRONG.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Alison Torres

Nickname(s): …… Alison. Don’t call her anything else.

Date of Birth: December 31st 1969

Age: 35

Gender & Pronouns: cis woman and she/her

Occupation: Purchasing Agent and Financial Advisor for some big fancy firm that is remaining unnamed because I haven't decided what it's called yet

Current Residence: Penthouse apartment in the Upper East Side, New York City

Pinterest <3

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Very dark brown, basically black except in some lights. On the longer side but always well looked after and styled perfectly. Mostly worn down unless she's exercising or stressed out.

Eyes: Deep dark brown baby

Height: 5’6

Notable Features: Resting bitch face, abs, strong brows, and those gorgeous dark eyes

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

Strengths: Genuine, Honest, Organised, Ambitious, Intelligent, Loyal, Confident

Weaknesses: Headstrong, Closed-off, Judgemental, Cold, Competitive

Quirks: Perfect posture (most of the time), tapping her nails against things

Vices: Definitely drinks and smokes regularly. But sodas?? Candy??? Fried food??? Get fucked she’s not touching that shit!!! Her body is a temple!!! - Also has an absolute potty mouth <3

INTEREST & HOBBIES:

Interests: Wellness, fashion, money <3, crime drama shows, language studies 

Hobbies: Tennis and fitness in general, various different puzzles, chess, reading

Special Skills/Talents: Analysis especially financial, languages, puzzle solving

BECOMING A WARD

Alison first met Richard at a small academic gala that she and her high school debate team were invited to as a result of winning the national championships. She showed incredible academic promise being the only freshman on the team, and she absolutely used that to her advantage at this gala. By the age of fifteen Alison was very aware that the only way she’d get anywhere in this world was if she worked and schmoozed for it. Every academic scholar in that room was Alison’s target, including Richard Woodrow. What surprised her was when Professor Woodrow actually took some kind of interest in who she was. She fell into a conversation that was far harder than any of the schmoozing and connection forming she had been attempting with everyone else, but it was far, far more genuine. She revealed the circumstances that had led to her parents no longer being in her life (circumstances i am purposefully leaving out of this intro because i think that most of the wards wouldn’t know teehee), legally fostered by a family friend though never feeling as though she had an actual place there. How dedicated and legitimately talented she was with her academics with the goal of creating a life for herself that she had to carve out. That she didn’t imagine herself with limits despite her life, because how would she get anywhere if she did. When Richard’s offer came some weeks later Alison was, of course, deeply skeptical. As far as her experience went, things like this weren’t handed out without a string attached. She did her research on Professor Woodrow– going so far as to write a letter to the university where he taught to ask for a letter of recommendation. However the thing that finally convinced her to take the offer of becoming his ward was when she met the staff of his estate. The people that worked for him. To be honest, people she saw more like her than like Woodrow. Their opinions of Richard Woodrow were the only ones that mattered in the end.

LIFE AS A WARD

Alison became a ward when she was 15 and had spent a majority of her life alone– so to change at that age was strange. Coming to Woodrow House was like attending a weird new school and with that mindset she was always dedicated to her studies, a sort of line in the sand with the intention of protecting herself from emotional vulnerability. This was an opportunity and if she didn't make the most of it she'd failed in someway. However something she came to understand was that a part of this opportunity, a part of being the first ward, was also in her relationship with the others.

DYNAMIC WITH THE OTHER WARDS

Alison is not, and has never been, a traditional caregiver. She's not a mother, she's not nurturing, she's not soft. But her role as the first ward is hugely important to her, both in setting some kind of example and in looking out for all the others. She cares deeply, and she tries with all her heart to make sure the others are okay– if they can’t be happy, they have to be okay. When they were all younger, most living at the house, Alison made sure she knew a little of everyone’s schedules, of everyone’s interests, of everyone’s habits. All so she could notice when things were off, and she could plan an approach if she believed one was needed. She kept track of important events for them all, always having a diary full of birthdays, significant dates, big assignments. Something all the wards might remember is that she always made sure to note the day they came to the house. In various sorts of ways, but generally all very small as the time was likely traumatic for many of the other wards. A small gift, their favourite breakfast, making sure they get a moment in the day to just be alone if that’s what they needed. A lot of these things have followed her into adulthood. She checks on all of them regularly (regularity depending on each ward and how much Alison believes they need checking in on), sometimes perhaps it seems like she’s bossy and judgemental and inserting herself into their business– and hey, she sometimes is! But it’s because she wants what’s best for all of them. I believe all of the wards know that if they need something, if they need help, Alison would help them. There’s absolutely no promise she wouldn’t judge them, but she wouldn’t hesitate to help.

AESTHETIC

Alison dresses somewhere in the line of fashionable, sexy, rich bitch with a corporate job. Which is exactly what she is. Borderlines being conservative by being sexy as hell. Plenty of I could be going to the office, or I could be going to the club– you’ll never know! The only difference is a blazer! I looked largely at Ralph Lauren and Prada late 80s and 90s runways for inspiration. Almost entirely neutral tones, I know it’s the early 2000s but you will rarely find her in a colour. Simple and tasteful jewelry, two items she’s always wearing are: a golden crucifix necklace that she’d had since childhood, and a Tank Louis Cartier watch with a black leather band that was gifted to her by Richard when she completed her masters.  I can’t describe any more so here’s a pinterest section <3

EDUCATION

Alison attended private schooling when she became a ward but received further tutoring at the home as well. For her, the entire purpose of becoming a ward was to further her education and she took that very seriously. She intended on making the most of the opportunity, and reaching for every branch that was held out to her. Including going on to university following her secondary education. She went to Richard’s alma mater, Kingsbury College, majoring in business and finance. Continued on to do her masters in finance also.

EXTRACURRICULARS 

Alison played tennis from early on in her ward-ship. Perhaps subconsciously being drawn towards a sport that required someone else to play against as she began to abandon her childhood solace. As mentioned previously, she also studied plenty and enjoyed it enough for me to call it an extracurricular. Enjoying her extra tuition in languages especially. Her mother tongue is Spanish and she learned English as a very young child but since becoming a ward she also became fluent in Russian. An ambition that came to light after one person said it would be hard. She also has bits and pieces of French, Italian, and Latin. The final thing I’ll say here is that Alison loves a puzzle. She enjoys both the solitary kind like sudoku or crosswords, but also loves some chess– so long as she wins teehee.

THEIR LIFE NOW

When Alison graduated high school it had only been three years since she became a ward. Maybe it was a feeling of needing to stay close to the house for the other wards, maybe it was something selfish of not wanting to leave behind the first easy, comforting thing she really knew. Maybe it was both. But regardless, as a result she didn’t go far. As mentioned she attended Richard’s alma mater after finishing high school, close enough that her presence in the home could still be felt. Returning to the house every weekend or every other weekend.  Her first "serious" job was with the Woodrow Foundation. Getting her start there and doing good work as she continued to work on her degree. At least for a few years before she left a little abruptly. Moved on to bigger and better things. Certainly she continues to support the Foundation entirely, promotes it by simply having lived her life, but it’s very important to her that she doesn’t lean on it. Richard Woodrow helped her so she could achieve great things on her own, not so she could work for him – at least that's what she says. But she continued to work hard, regardless of where or who she was working for and that certainly shows in the life she continues to lead. Alison lives in New York City but ever since she moved out she has regularly visited the Woodrow House. Less so as all the wards moved out but still every now and then to check on whoever remained, including the staff and Richard himself. Considering how solitary of a life she lives outside of the Woodrow House, her home is ridiculously large by comparison. A four bedroom penthouse in the Upper East Side. All of the rooms are maintained no matter what, just in case any of the wards need a place to crash. If she's away for whatever reason she'll make sure a housekeeper comes through to keep them up and the lobby of her building has instructions to allow any other ward up at any time, but to always notify her. But if there's no wards, and presumably most of the time there's not, it's just her and her 12 year old chihuahua named Benito in the big, soulless apartment.

[thedanytorres]

( roberta colindrez. cis woman. she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a staff member of the eversley family, dany torres is here at the eversley estate working as a sommelier at whispering vines. they are thirty-five and are known as the broken bird around the estate because they are cynical, hidden, and brash. when you get to know them, you think about shifty eyes and nice tailored suits but you can only wonder why they’d choose to work for the eversley family.

tw: drug mentions

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: daniela torres

Nickname(s): dan or dany, wont answer to daniela

Date of Birth: november 4th, 1989

Age: 35

Occupation: sommelier for whispering vines

Hometown: tijuana, california

Orientation: lesbian

Stay with the eversleys: about two years

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: curly, black with speckles of gray

Eyes: brown

Height: 5'4"

Notable Features: random scars on her arms and legs from fights or just general injuries

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

Strengths: quick wits, strong willed, brave

Weaknesses: quick tempered, brash, cynical

Quirks: cracks her knuckles a lot

Vices: smokes and drinks way more than she should. has a slight coke addiction that she denies is a problem

BACKGROUND

dany came from a broken home. her father was in the picture at some point but around the time she was 5 or 6, he just left. she doesn't know the full story of it, never wanted to ask her mom because her mom was always busy juggling two jobs and with a rotating list of boyfriends who came and went from their small house over the years.

she left school when she was 16 to get a job and help her mom with bills but when she realized that making money the old fashion way didn't help much, she started doing less than legal things to make money. first selling dime bags of weed to kids she used to go to school with before moving up to worse things.

she fell in with bad people, owed money to some and swore the one time mule job would be it, she would never do it again. but then she learned that she loved the rush of it.

eventually she made her way to england and tried to get out of that life. as much as she loved the rush, she knew it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. she decided to lay low and took a job a whispering vines. she thought it was just a bartending job but then learned the scale of it.

after working at the vineyard for awhile, she learned that the eversley's weren't running an honest business and with one little whiff of the secrets they held, dany couldn't stay away. the craving for danger she always had started to come back

and for those who need more than wine to take the edge off, she sells a variety of things to help to the members of the estate for an added fee

[hallasimss]

— introducing: abhilash raavi, young adult. ( he/they ) ( @rainymoodlet - kiss me in komorebi+ entry. ) for your information this post tried to delete itself twice via my browser crashing and then kept giving me error messages whenever i tried to post. thankfully i back up all my sh*t but it was a struggle i tell you so have him!!! and take care of him pls he's my best boi and very fragile. also excuse any sentences that do not make sense, i am not Englishing properly today an edit bc i am dumb and left this out: i maxed out all of their "likes" slots so i cannot list everything here but it will be in the tray! just in case you were wondering where it went rip

* biography.

nickname. — Abhi age. — 31 (August 7th, 1992, Leo; my young adults tend to fall within the range of 18-35) birthstone. — peridot, ruby (Hindu calendar) faceclaim ref. — Abhilash Vadada height. — 5'9" (176 cm) sexual orientation. — bisexual gender identity. — questioning mbti. — isfj (the Nurturer) traits. — shutterbug (custom mod, included), child of the ocean, cat & dog lover, music lover, vegetarian, morning sim skills. — photography, knitting and wellness mastered, singing, piano and violin level 9. fitness and komorebigo level 7 (custom mod, optional), logic and cooking level 5, charisma, comedy and rock climbing level 1 native languages. — tartosiano (custom mod, optional), telugu, simlish aspiration. — renowned photographer (custom mod, included), lord of the knits (completed) lifestyles. — close knit, outdoorsy current occupation. — freelance photographer a native of Tartosa and an only child born to a single parent/immigrant, Abhilash has always had to work just a little bit harder than the rest to achieve his goals. but whether it was snatching bits and pieces of lessons from the music tutor in town or convincing the boss for his summer job to let him do overtime on the weekends so he could use the weekdays for studying through high school, somehow he found a way to get it done. all of that eventually paid off, though, and after getting accepted to (and graduating at the top of his class from) Britechester with a distinguished degree in Fine Art, pursuing his studies in order to have a future career in orchestral work and composition seemed like the most natural next step. an accident shortly after, however—one that resulted in the partial loss of hearing in one ear—brought those plans to a halt, and after their physician suggested against going into music full time, Abhilash fell back on an old passion of theirs; photography. a few well timed snaps within the past few years may have only now brought them into the limelight, with a tidy 12.5k followers on Simstagram, but they would consider themselves anything but a celebrity. (their assistant is still trying to convince them that that one star means more than they think.) still, he makes it work, this newfound fame, splitting his time between running his own small business as a fashion and wedding photographer and exploring his various hobbies. he was hesitant at first after his best friend, Gulab, surprised him with plane tickets and a filled out form, but with everything else in his life gradually falling into place, he figures he might as well give this a chance and see where it goes—regardless of the fact that he may just be more than slightly terrified at the idea of opening himself up to a new relationship. (and if it fails, well, there's always their best friend to blame for that.)

* things to know.

not everyone can say they've dated their best friend and had the relationship come out intact on the other end, but Abhi considers himself one of the lucky ones—he and Gulab may have, uh... f*cked around with each other during their college days as part of a dare, and then for several years after that as well. the upside to all of this? they both realized they were very, very much bisexual. the downside? they both realized they were very, very much romantically incompatible with each other. despite the breakup, both are still close, and Abhi regularly keeps in touch with Gulab and his partner since the latter moved to Komorebi. (and as for Gulab? he would be lying if he said that he didn't sign them up for the show just so they could stop by and visit in case things didn't go as planned.) despite his apparent love of jewelry (as is evidenced by his extensive receipt history *cough*), Abhi has no piercings except the stud on his left nostril—several bad experiences in college during his attempts to pierce his ears (in all fairness, it was the artist's fault and the scars never did heal properly afterwards) firmly turned him off from the idea of getting anymore anywhere else, and he compensates by layering on the bracelets and rings. if you bribe them with enough chocolate, however, you may be able to convince them to get that septum piercing they've been putting off for ages. (we're going to pretend i didn't write this entire section bc the ear presets i had for him were literally incompatible with every single earring in my CAS library sksksk) unlike the piercings, his love of tattoos seemed to have fared better—to date, Abhi is in possession of several, including (but not necessarily limited to) two small botanic tattoos done on his left foot during a trip with his first ex-girlfriend (no initials, thank goodness), a Ganesha tattoo on the inside of his right wrist as a buddy to Gulab's Om tattoo in the same spot, a full back snake piece, and (his personal favorite but as of yet incomplete) lightning bolt ensemble. next on their list? a memento of their mother's handwriting. although his dreams of becoming a world-famous musician may have been placed on the backburner (or taken off of it entirely) Abhi still plays both piano and violin, sings and composes as a hobby—recently, they were contacted by a recording studio interested in their rendition of Vaughn-Williams' The Lark Ascending, and just before that performed at a charity concert for an orphanage. they haven't decided whether to take the studio up on the offer just yet, but the joy of being able to continue to polish their skills—something that immediately after the accident would have been considered impossible—is enough for them. when he's not taking photos or working on his music, Abhi is proud to say that he has quite the stash of knitted projects in his arsenal—no matter how many times he's fallen prey to the curse of the boyfriend sweater (or in his case, more girlfriends than boyfriends), you'll mostly find him starting up another one in his free time, usually while curled up on the couch watching his favorite movies and ugly crying whenever the saddest parts come on. (and no, despite his love of any and all Indian cinema he can possibly get his hands on, he still hasn't seen the end of Kal Ho Naa Ho. do with that what you will, but that's probably for the best.) if you ask nicely, they'll be more than happy to give film recommendations, and if you ask them what they're making? prepare to be swamped with excited chatter (and possibly fitted for measurements, just so they can go shopping for materials all over again).

ps: pls also have these full length versions of the headshot photos of Abhi, taken by Gulab when they stepped outside in the park for two seconds bc the latter insisted on taking 'proper business shots' when he visited last year—Abhi isn't wearing his hearing aid bc he forgot to put it back in after a (rather indulgent) practice session (his approach is something like this, last section), but he does come with it included sksksksk

[not-those-kids]

Selfish Act Uncharted AU

Character: Maria Aybar

Tags: @confidentandgood @roofgeese (you two inspired me a lot thank you :,) )

Backstory (and more below the cut):

Maria was born into a family after they left Cuba during the revolution. The Aybar family was prominent in Cuba, their reputation that of brutality. In the 60’s they came to Miami, and their reputation remained unchanged. Julio Aybar maintained this reputation by proving his worth as a ruthless business man, becoming a prominent figure in weapon manufacturing. Julio valued two things in his life: his work and his family. To him, his work was to uphold the dignity and integrity of the family, and when Maria was young she considered her family loving, though she was not blind to how Julio treated those around him. She had two older siblings, the youngest of which was ten years older than her, and because of this she wasn't particularly close with either of them. Yet, all in all, she felt she had a good life, and being the youngest she was doted on, a fact that her older siblings noticed. Yet, there was always a sense that the family was walking on thin ice— like at any moment something bad could happen, and Julio's true colors would show. Everything fell through when she was about 15 years old. Her mother, becoming on the older side, was diagnosed with dementia. Julio, who had only her and his oldest child when he left Cuba, was distraught by the news. He paid for the greatest treatments he could find, funding efforts for a cure, but every lead was met with a dead end. The family suffered as he grew more and more temperamental, desperate to find something that would bring back Francesca as he knew her. Years had passed, and finally Julio was drawn to more unconventional means of treatment for Francesca Aybar. That's when he found the artifact— a rosary. Maria had heard whispers in corridors from the men who worked for her father about supernatural cures, each rumor causing a growing fear for her father. But one stood out— a rumor about the yet unseen Fountain of Youth. Julio— while still paying for the upmost care of his wife— was now pouring all his resources to find this lost piece of history, certain he would find a cure. Maria and her siblings just caught in the middle. Her eldest sister Estela was a student of history, and had the most expectations set on her shoulders. She helped her father in the search for the Fountain, though as his obsession grew, so did her desire to leave the family behind. The middle child, Augustín, was unfortunately much like his father, though his obsession with finding the fountain was more a reflection of his father than any real desire on his part. Maria was still in her late teens when this obsession began, and because her mother wasn't herself, she felt that she was the one that had to keep the family together. And when the family finally got their hands on a rosary— an artifact that would lead them to the Fountain— things only got worse from there.

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More Info:

Character’s full name: Maria Constanza Aybar-Pasion

Name meaning: Maria coming from Mary (mother of God), Constanza meaning steadfast, Aybar coming from the Basque region in Spain, and Pasion deriving from the passion of christ.

Character’s nickname: Marí (only her family calls her this)

Reason for nickname: Youngest sibling in the family and her parents had her later in life therefore she’s the only one with a nickname

Birth date: September 22nd, 1979

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Physical appearance

Age: 38 (as of 2017)

How old does he/she appear: 35

Height: 5’5”

Body build: Lean with muscle

Eye color: Green

Skin tone: Medium brown

Distinguishing marks: mole above the right side of her lip, a scar on her left cheek

Predominant features: Curved nose, prominent cheekbones

Hair color: Caramel brown

Hairstyle: Choppy and short

Voice: Eva Méndez (Voiceclaim)

Usual fashion of dress: Light and casual wear, but dresses well even so. More accurately she wears street fashion, though she wouldn’t call it that nor would she be too aware of the fashion world.

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Personality

Character traits: Reserved, thoughtful, kind. Understands people well and generally has an optimistic look on human nature, despite her childhood and current life.

Flaws: Cares too much what people think of her, particularly her family; Has a hard time making correct decisions for herself, including putting other’s needs above her own. Throws herself into relationships with people so she’s learned to be cautious.

Mood character is most often in: Melancholy, though she learns to be more lighthearted as her story progresses.

Sense of humor: Quiet comments that seemingly come out of nowhere, or subtle teasing facial expressions.

Character’s greatest joy in life: At the beginning of her story, she enjoys people watching. A part of her is envious of the lives that people get to live, another part is happy to see other’s little joys.

Character’s greatest fear: The unknown.

Why? Her self worth is based so heavily on her family, so when she initially escapes them and tries to find her way in the world, she doesn't know who she is or what she wants. She wishes for a fixed past.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Spoilers :)c

Character is most at ease when: she is left to her own devices. She loves to travel, but her work doesn’t bring joy with it. When she does, she likes to meander and relax, and not tour. Like I said: people watching.

Most ill at ease when: Reflecting on her own choices through life, thinking of her family.

Enraged when: She rarely, and I mean RARELY gets angry. She is extremely patient with people, and only becomes enraged after she finally acknowledges the feelings she kept bottled up.

Depressed or sad when: Thinking of her family, and what she could do.

Priorities: Try to overcome her family's problems in some way by proving herself.

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Favorites

Color: Green, purple, turquoise

Music: Bossa Nova or jazz

Food: She is very adventurous when it comes to food (loves it and loves to cook when she can) though her favorite dish is her mother's fricasé de pollo.

Literature: Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys (1966), Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (1823)

Form of entertainment: People watching (as discussed), reading, cooking, piano.

Most prized possession: The wooden rosary her mother gave her that she keeps wrapped around her wrist,

[williamsmaddie]

[ greta onieogou, female, she/her ] — whoa! MADDISON “MADDIE” WILLIAMS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TWO YEARS, working as a FASHION MAGAZINE ASSISTANT. that can’t be easy, especially at only 30 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit STUBBORN and DEFENSIVE , but i know them to be COMPASSIONATE and GENEROUS. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN!

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N

full name: maddison avery williams.

nickname(s): maddie

age: thirty (30)

date of birth: june 21st, 1994

hometown: san diego, california

current location: brooklyn, new york

ethnicity: half black, half white

nationality: american

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

religion: not religious

political affiliation: left wing

occupation: fashion magazine assistant

living arrangements: living with teagan wilds

language(s) spoken: english and spanish

F A M I L Y

parents: clayton williams, 68, psychologist and professor at ucsd. victoria avery-williams, 66, divorce lawyer.

siblings: ethan williams, 40, married. amber williams, 35, engaged.

P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E

face claim: greta onieogou

hair color: black

eye color: brown

height: 5'8

tattoos: a dolphin on her right shin, carpe diem written on her ribs, under her left boob and a rose with thorns on the back of her right arm - all done in australia

piercings: three in left ear and two in right ear

clothing style: there's no such thing as overdressed and a minimal closet

usual expression: always with a smile on her lips

distinguishing characteristics: smile, soft brown eyes

H E A L T H

physical ailments: none

neurological conditions: none

allergies: nuts

sleeping habits: if she's stressed, she either sleeps for 5 hours or wakes up every hour

eating habits: there's more take-outs than she'd like to admit

exercise habits: reformer pilates twice a week and strength training with a PT another 2 days

emotional stability: a solid 7 unless it's fashion week, then it's down to a 2

sociability: due to her kind and bubbly personality, she is very sociable but has a hard time having tight relationships

body temperature: cold feet at all times

addictions: online shopping and tiktok (she blames her content creation side hustle for the endless hours she spends on the app)

drug use: never

alcohol use: she loves her end of the day red wine glass

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits: compassionate, generous, empathetic

negative traits: stubborn, defensive,

fears: failing at her job and disappointing her family

F A V O U R I T E S

weather: blue sky, sunshine and a breeze, the perfect spring weather

colour: purple

music: pop and indie

movies: devil wears prada

sport: american football

beverage: mojito

food: taco tuesdays

animal: dolphins

H E A D C A N O N S

maddie is the youngest of three, born and raised in san diego. daughter of a psychologist with a phd and a divorce lawyer, emotions were always talked through. however maddie never truly thought hers were as valid as the rest of her family's.

with a 10 year gap between her and her older brother, ethan, maddie always looked up to him. he was always the golden son, straight a student and quarterback that got him a scholarship to ucla. after that, there was med school, a surgical residency and a family of four.

she worked really hard throughout her teenage years to get in her dream school and follow her brother's footsteps. in high school she was the cheer captain and the president of the fashion club that she founded herself. while academically she didn't have the same aspirations as her brother, as the youngest she was also allowed to dream out of the box.

fashion and arts had always been something maddie loved from a young age. it was normal to find her painting or sweing outfits for herself, sometimes for her sister.

amber and maddie never saw eye to eye and would spend days fighting. amber was always a free spirit in the family and very opinionated. maddie would often dime her light to let her sister shine.

by the time she graduated high school, maddie had gone through a bad break up that changed a lot of the way she thought. she ended up deferring from her first year in ucla and against all odds, she went backpacking across the globe.

from southest asia to australia where she stayed for longer than she anticipated and lived to the fullest, away from all the expectations of home. her last stop was south africa for a month before heading to south america where she volunteered teaching english at schools and learned spanish fluently.

by the time she returned to the us, she had found her own person and went to college to study fashion. it was during this time that she got closer to her sister and after she graduated, they both moved in together in a little apartment in santa monica.

the fashion job market was really hard to get in and maddie started working in social media, styling small influencers for exposure and doing content creation on the side herself. it didn't work out the way she thought it would and she ended up working for a social media agency for 2 years.

she was almost giving up when the dream opportunity found her and she moved to new york city to be an assistant at a fashion magazine known world wide.

living in the city for the last 2 years with a roommate that has become like a sister, teagan wilds, less than a hour away from her brother and her twin nieces, maddie can't complain about her life right now. she's waiting on a promotion to become a stylist at the magazine but she wants to keep herself grounded in case it doesn't happen as soon as she's expecting it.

[mischas]

pod thoughts/quotes

I swear this took me least two hours to actually watch fully from start/stopping for quotes and going back for context and then I had to pause for a few minutes while I made dinner. But that was incredibly cathartic, I must say. I feel like I’ll be ready to do a deeper dive on the podcast in the coming days but for now here are my thoughts as I watched.

07:30, re: “Whoever you want me to be” it’s interesting that Mischa says they shot her lines so many different ways to establish tone. As if Marissa really is so into her role as lead deb/social chair/etc when Sandy mentions the fashion show. Rereading the pilot script, I can see where this was changed in the direction once it came to shooting it.

16:42, “The thing about the sports or something” made me LAUGH re: hiatus because of baseball in 2003

@ ferris wheel scene, do they know this show is avail in hd? 🥴👀

24:15, re: 2x01 lawn chair scene “I was so frustrated with some of the character writing and not knowing how to play it at that point” omg “Didn’t know what to do with some of the writing” 

What kind of vapid ppl are listening to this drivel if this scene was their #1

31:57, Mischa didn’t know there was an SNL skit based off Marissa shooting Trey. IF ONLY I WERE SO LUCKY

33:28, I swear to christ 😭 Mischa has no recollection of Marissa’s various traumas (re: almost r*pe). And I don’t blame her for this, I think she had to keep this show out of sight out of mind for so so long for her own sake, but I hope being reminded of these things will help her perception of Marissa as more than a strung out angsty teen with poor decision making. She seemed so shook being reminded by Melinda that Marissa was sexually assaulted.

35:40, MB seems to be saying something else behind her expression about shooting on the Mount St. Mary’s campus for 3x24. What do we think she meant by this? Just that she was uncomfortable being paraded around in that skimpy school uniform? Or something else? This location doubled for Harbor, right? She also acknowledged feeling uncomfortable in the explicit Volchok scenes.

37:54, 3x25 model home pool scene, “Oh my god her tattoo, I can’t” I really thought this was Mischa’s tattoo they wrote into the script! I’m truly surprised they even cared about continuity at this point.

38:33, same pool scene “It’s nice when you have days where you can just, like, do stuff that’s not quite so heavy” and Mischa/Marissa deserved this so much more!!!!

44:25, they’re watching the d**th scene, and I have always thought Mischa’s arms look so weird just dropped back like that. It’s probably more realistic than if they were tucked in, but it’s always taken me out of the scene

I haven’t seen this scene in years. literally

I’m tearing up but only a little. It’s too melodramatic for me this time. I know what I’m supposed to feel but it seems so detached from reality that I can easily act like Marissa survives this. There’s almost 40 min left of this pod ep what are they gonna talk about

ok going back real quick i’m supposed to believe this happened to Ryan RIGHT IN HIS LAP AND HE’S CAREFREE AND DATES SOMEONE ELSE NOT EVEN A FEW MONTHS LATER? LMFAO PLS THIS BOY WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO EVEN SPEAK FOR LIKE A YEAR IF THIS RLY HAPPENED

“This is the culmination of their whole love story, it is” okay wait 🥺

“I don’t wanna see the part where he gets all emotional, I’m done now” real

49:31, Melinda: “Truth be told, there was a huuuuuge part of the audience that tuned in just for Marissa and the ratings did go down in season 4 because you weren’t there. I’m just putting that out there.” *elmo fire gif* 🫡 

55:40, 1x10 Missoni dress “They got the dress and I was obsessed, like ‘she has to wear this dress.’ It’s beautiful, like my dream dress at the time. That’s the way I felt about it. It’s all sparkly in person and just very Missoni. You know, after the fact, I became quite good friends with the family but this was like my first introduction to a Missoni piece and I was like ‘Oh my god I’m obsessed with this dress’ to the point where I begged them. This was like one of the first things they let me wear off set and it was my first date dress with, like, one of my ex-boyfriends. I was so excited I got to wear it out. It was special. So that dress has a special place in my heart, that’s for sure.”

1:01:40, fan question, “What do you think is the biggest misconception about Marissa? What’s the one thing that you just wish people would understand about her?”

“That she’s a caring– a very sensitive person. That’s the main thing about her, she’s just this sensitive and– that she wants to care for people and help them. she has a big heart like that.” 🥹

1:05:36 “Originally, they wanted her to be more like Legally Blonde.” 

Melinda, “Like bubbly?”

Mischa’s fucking face here lmao

1:06:00, to find Marissa’s character “They had me watch Kate Hudson in Almost Famous again and again, certain scenes.” Why is this actually making sense to me ljkhgf

1:07:04, Marissa at the party post-fashion show in the pilot was filmed many different ways drunk, “I remember I was asked to play that every way to Sunday. ‘Like now she should be fall down drunk, like she’s stumbling through the party’ and then there were takes where I was, like, completely composed. A little bit slurring my words. That was all find it as you go.”

1:08:10, “A lot of opposing types of direction” re: doug, mcg, josh

1:09:36, “Remember when they started shooting two episodes at a time and they would just hand me pages–I don’t know if you guys had as much of this– But they would be like ‘this is gonna be probably in the next episode and since we’re on this set we’re gonna give this scene a go so here’s a couple pages from what’s probably gonna happen’ and I’d be like ‘this is wild! what have you written for the next episode?’ You'd read it and be like ‘holy shit where are we going with this?’ so I remember a lot of that.” She mentioned this in the E! interview but hearing it again is super interesting.

1:10:27, fan question, “I wanted to ask you if there are any storylines you would’ve wanted to see more of for Marissa or if there’s anything you would’ve liked to have seen of Marissa explored.”

“Yeah, I feel like definitely the Alex storyline is what jumps to mind. I feel like that could’ve been explored more. Also there’s not a lot of her and her sister, really. You know? That could’ve been explored more.”

1:11:39, mentioning that the Alex storyline really was ‘her thing’ ie. something I’ve said in the past. The Alex storyline was the only one that was ever Marissa’s alone.

1:12:26, fan submission “Marissa was my favorite character. One of my favorite moments of her was midway through season 2 when Marissa shows up to the Cohen house with bagels and they take her in and comfort her.” real!!!! theeee sweetest scene of all time

1:17:20, Tacking on that fan question at the end about Marissa and mental health. Mischa has such an eloquent answer and to answer my own question from above I feel like this may change the discourse with which MB speaks about the character. At least I hope so. Love that caller for sending it in and honestly the pod for including it. 

“Obviously she suffers from depression and anxiety and all sorts of things. That’s what I was saying about the overdose scene. I do not remember what we think she’s on or what we really think her biggest problem is. Ultimately it’s rooted in mental wellness, isn’t it? I mean, so much of anything is. Any kind of addiction, it’s not really about just one thing or vice that she has. It’s about being at that age and being so overwhelmed about the world around you and not really feeling like she had the tools to cope.”

MC: “The episode is called ‘The Escape��. So she’s escaping that pain that she’s living through that the parents are oblivious to.”

MB: “Right. There’s nobody. There’s never, like, a counselor there or a teacher there. It does feel like she’s always grasping in different directions. It’s not properly defined and I think, maybe in today’s terms, we would handle that differently. But I definitely think that she’s going through all of it and searching for herself.”

Whew, you guys. I need to decompress. 

[gritsandbrits]

@nitkat360 asked about the meme i made

Created my DA account in 2015 to read Hetalia x Reader fics

My oc for DC is in a relationship with Bruce Wayne who is a few years older than her hence the sugar baby joke (she is not an actual sugar baby)

My oc for scooby doo is black and given the reaction to Velma she probably would be called woke...ignoring her personality

My self insert for monkie kid is the center of a love triangle between Sun Wukong and Macaque

Barb (my oc for hotwheels) is the estranged daughter of Dr. Tezla. Her parents divorced when she was 4 and it was only when she was 16 that she met her father again at the Highway 35 race

I ship Kendrix Tennyson wh Varian bc they work so well together I can't explain it but Varian would go for someone like her and he's the only guy she can really stand besides Albedo but that's purely platonic

Given the nature of the franchise I have multiple versions of Kaysha Wallace depending on show. The big mainstay is that she loves fashion and wears pink

Tallulah an oc I made for Monster High id part werewolf which technically makes her a monster but she can't turn into one. She doesn't even had werewolf traits she is human. Her sister on of the other hand can turn into a lycan.

In my au Lloyd's mother is not Misako but a lady named Bashira. She was frozen in stone and had Lloyd taken from her bc her village feared her son. Misako and Wu tried years to find him and that's where the first season comes up where Lloyd learns of his mom. Also bc Misako x Garmadon is so fucking BORING

Jora's dad offered the Incurseans frog legs as a sign of peace...didnt go very well but in his defense he don't know shit about aliens

Because of the shoddy way Arcee and Blackarachnia were written it motivated me to give my female OCs complicated backstories and personalities that didn't revolve around a guy or manpain

After s8 and such Lord Garmadon comes back and shacks up with Odette's family. Her sister Leilani befriends him and Garmadon may have a chance to redeem himself even if he can't access his human form anymore.

In my version of The Amazing Spiderman Gwen Stacy lives because it's my oc Vesta that gets kidnapped by Green Goblin and dies. She comes back in Homecoming as Wolf-Spider in a grand rescuing Michelle from a similar fate; reuniting with Her world's Peter but can't be with him bc she's now helping guard the multiverse from Scarlet Bitch

On plan I had for Rosslyn (my oc for alpha teebs on machines) was for her to be a clone of Mr. Lee's late wife Rosanne. But this was scrapped bc it was too obvious a twist plus I doubt Lee would clone his own wife.

Noelani was originally conceived as Chris Thorndyke's teenage sister and would replace him as the main human. I changed so much of her by then especially to distance her from that shitstain.

An idea I had for Jojo Part 9 was for Jolyne Kujo's mother (Jotaro's ex) to be the main antagonist. Her goal was to avenge Jolyne's death by leading a campaign against stand users seeing them as too dangerous, as well as plotting to wipe out the rest of the Brando family so they can't hurt anyone ever again. My main JOJO, Josephine "Josie, wouldve opposed her alongside her friend Gia Brando (Dio's granddaughter), Josuke 8 and Yasuho.

I have a himbo fetish since some of my personal f/os are himbos

CANON MONSTERFUCKING Amani is dating a Mummy Pharaoh, my self inserts date mummies, and monsters and robots yeah we having a great time

And that's about it!!

Also all ships (that aren't incest\problem/gross/yucky) are canon bc i dont care much for ship wars

[shinigamimailjeevas]

So I think posting random pieces of fics is actually helping me work on them. Hopefully it's not becoming annoying 😕 here is another 😂

This one was inspired quite literally by the opening lyrics from Avril Lavigne's song "Mobile"

( "Went back home again This sucks gotta pack up and leave again Say goodbye to all my friends Can't say when I'll be there again It's time now to turn around Turn my back on Everything" )

Title: Out of my control (I'm a mobile)

"Theo Raeken's Halfway House for Displaced Supernaturals, how may I help you?"

"Corey, you are not as funny as you think you are."

Corey scoffs. "Please babe, I'm hilarious." Corey seats himself on the worn wooden desk, careful of the piles of paperwork strewn about in a chaotically organized fashion. Mason sighs on the other end of the line, then: "I do actually have another. Age fifteen from Nebraska. Her pack was decimated. They tagged her but someone noticed in time to get the implant out before it dug too deep."

Corey rubs the bridge of his nose. The Monroe Tagging system, named after the infamous hunter who started a full on war with all creatures supernatural, then was cut down before she could see it to fruition. Her terrible legacy lives on 18 years after she began her hunt. The tags were part scientific and part druid magic, marvels really. Hit any part of the body and the little pill sized tracker would work its way into the spinal column using nanites and runes etched into the pills surface. Once there it attaches itself and the outer shell dissolves enough for hooks to sink into the person unfortunate enough to encounter it. The tag hooks deep and spreads fast. If not gotten to in the first few hours there is no way to remove it. Hunters can track you anywhere. The tagged don't live long without constant help from a druid to change the rune-work every few days.

"I'll let Theo know." Corey tells his husband, visualizing Mason's nod over the phone before he verbally confirms.

"Hey... How is Theo doing?"

"How do you think? It's mid summer." Mid summer, other than the holidays it's the worst time of year to be around him. Not that Corey blames him. 18 years prior Liam Dunbar disappeared without a trace. They suspected Monroe or someone like her got the jump on him, but it was never proven and they never found his body. Corey doesn't like to speculate on the lives of others, however given how driven unhinged the other chimera was the first few years, and how sullen in the latter ones, he thinks the two were on the way to getting together. Romance and Theo Raeken were not two subjects any of them would have put together before, or after, Liam. In a way it was sad to see how much the former First Chimera had changed. Now, nearly two decades later Theo helped run—and well it really kind of was a halfway house—a temporary shelter for any creature running from hunters. Deaton had helped place as many protections on the building as possible but if one was Tagged they could not enter. The best they could do was give them supplies, point them to the resistance and send them on their way. The world, quite frankly, sucked.

"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking when asking that." Mason sounds tired and sometimes being around Theo, Corey forgets that Liam was someone's best friend, a beta, a son-- to other people.

"He would be 35." Mason continues.Corey does not spew platitudes and knows better than to address anything Mason says close to the date of disappearance. Corey wonders if knowing would be better for them, to have at least some semblance of an idea what happened.

"Corey?"

"Gotta go Mase, Theo just got back. I'll let him know about the new intake, okay?"

"Thanks. Oh, she is being brought by someone. So don't let Theo go all... Theo on the stranger. Deaton vouches for them."

"Got it. Love you. See you later." Corey puts the landline down just as Theo sniffs out his location, standing in the doorway with a pinched expression that means he heard the last bit.

"Mason says we have a new ward coming. A 15 year old from Nebraska. Didn't get an ETA." Theo nods and disappears from view. Corey hangs his head with a barely audible sigh. Summer was the worst.

[legittriplecrit]

I posted 369 times in 2022

That's 369 more posts than 2021!

35 posts created (9%)

334 posts reblogged (91%)

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I tagged 93 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 4 posts

#anime - 3 posts

#all dogs are good - 2 posts

#spy x family - 2 posts

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#charter schools - 2 posts

#awwww adorable - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#i wana see the neighbor's face when they look out the window and see their neighbor half naked with their ass to the sun

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🥬 vs. Liz Truss... 🥬 Won

3 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

Have you guys been watching the twitters? Someone let the intern in charge of the official white house account off the chain ⛓️ and they have savaging republicans complaining about the student loan by posting how much of the PPP loans were forgiven. This is just one of many examples.

7 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

This can't be said very often, but these old white men have bars. Very funny song.

13 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

The Best Dumb Anime Idea: Yandere Girlfriend Death Game

So it starts as your regular harem, 5 girls after 1 guy. But weird near lethal accidents start happening around the girls, and it is quickly revealed they are all yanderes trying to kill each other. Then it's revealed that they had decided that their preferred guy is basically incapable of making a choice about who to date (or any choice for that matter, he is the typical bland, indecisive protag taken to the extreme) and if they kill each other the old fashion way they'll just get caught and go to jail. So they agree to a death game where they have to kill each other in ways that make it look like an accident so they don't get caught. And so the anime is the girls enacting increasingly ludicrous plots to kill each other. Basically a comedy thriller parodying the harem, yandere, and death game tropes.

13 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Found this on twitter, are schools even worst then when I was a kid now? Or is this just a particularly hellish school?

20 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

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[thenewyorkstar]

Unmarried Women, Toxic Bachelors

Once upon a time an English journalist came to New York. Elizabeth was attractive and bright, and right away she hooked up with one of the cities typically eligible bachelors. Tim was 42. A well liked, and respected Investment Banker who made about 2 Million A year. They met one evening in typical New York fashion, at a gallery opening. It was love at first sight. For 2 weeks they snuggled, went to romantic restaurants, had wonderful sex, and shared their most intimate secrets. One warm spring day he took her to a town house he saw in Sundays 'New York Times'. That day Tim popped the question "How would you like to have dinner with my folks Tuesday night?" On Tuesday he called with some bad news. When she hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks she called. He said he was up to his ears and that he'd call her the next day. "He never did call of course! Bastard!" She told me one day over coffee. "I don't understand. In England, looking at houses together would have meant something". Then I realised. No one's told her about the end of love in Manhattan.

Welcome to the age of Un-innocence. No one has 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' and no one has 'Affairs to Remember'. Instead we have breakfast at 7am and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self-protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op. There are thousands, maybe tens of thousands of women like this in the city. We all know them and we all agree they're great. They travel, they pay taxes, they'll spend $400 on a pair of Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals. And they're alone. It's like the riddle of the Sphinx.

Why are there so many great unmarried women and no great unmarried guys?

I explore these sorts of issues in my column, and I have terrific sources...my friends. "When you're a young guy in your twenties, women are controlling the relationships. By the time you're an eligible man in your thirties you feel like you're being devoured by women. Suddenly the guys are holding all the chips. I call it a mid-thirties power flip". Peter Mason - Toxic Bachelor. "it's all about age and Biology. I mean if you want to get married it's to have kids, right? And you don't wanna do it with someone older than 35 'cos then you have to have kids right away and that's about it. I think these women should just forget about marriage and have a good time". Capote Duncan - Toxic Bachelor. "I have a friend, who's always gone out with extremely sexy guys and just had a good time. One day she woke up and she's 41. She couldn't get anymore dates. She had a complete physical breakdown, couldn't hold onto her job and had to move back to Wisconsin to live, with her mother." Miranda Hobbes - Unmarried Woman. "Most men are threatened by successful women. If you want to get these guys, you have to keep your mouth shut and play by the rules". Charlotte York - Unmarried Women. "I totally believe that love conquers all. Sometimes you just have to give it a little space, and that's exactly what is missing in Manhattan, the space for romance". Skipper Johnston - Hopeless Romantic.

"The problem is expectations. Older women don't want to settle for what's available". - Toxic Bachelor.

"By the time you reach your mid thirties you think - 'Why should I settle?' You know?" - Unmarried Women.

"It's like the older we get the more we keep self-selecting down to a smaller and smaller group." - Unmarried Women.

"There's not one woman in New York who hasn't turned down 10 wonderful guys 'cos they were too short, or too fat or too poor." - Toxic Bachelor.

"I have been out with some of those guys, the short, fat poor ones. It makes absolutely no difference. They're just as self-centred and unappreciative as the good-looking ones." - Unmarried Women.

"Why don't these women just marry a fat guy? Why don't they just marry a big fat tub of lard?" - Toxic Bachelor.

Another thirty something birthday with a group of unmarried female friends. We would have all preferred a nice celebratory conference call. "Look, if you're a successful saleswomen in this city you have two choices, you can bang your head against the wall and try and find a relationship or you can say say SCREW'EM, and just go out and have sex like a man". Samantha Jones was a New York inspiration. A PR Executive who routinely slept with good looking guys in their twenties.

Was it true? were women in New York really giving up on love and throttling up on power? What a tempting thought.

"You know i'm beginning to think the only place where one can still find love and romance in New York is the gay community, it's straight love that's become closeted." Stanford Blatch was one of my closest friends. He was the owner of a talent agency who at the moment was down a single client. "Oh my god, don't turn around. The loathe of your life is at the bar." It was Kurt Harrington a mistake I made when I was 26, and 29, and 31. It was true, I no longer felt a thing for Kurt. After all these years I finally saw him for what he was- a self centred, withholding creep who was still the best sex I ever had in my life. However, I did have a little experiment in mind.

Kurt was just like I remembered, better because this time there would be none of that messy emotional attachment. As I began to get dressed, I realised that I'd done it. I'd just had sex like a man. I left feeling powerful, potent and incredibly alive. I felt like I owned this city. Nothing and no-one could get in my way. 'Thump'.

Number one - He's very handsome.

Number two - He's not wearing a wedding ring.

Number three - He knows I carry a personal supply of ultra textured Trojans with a reserver tip.

His name is Mr Big.

Later that night Skipper Johnson met me for coffee and confessed a shocking intimate secret. "Do you know it's been like a year?" He said. "Really? I don't understand that. You're such a nice guy." I said. "That's the problem I'm too nice, you know? I'm a romantic. I just have so much feeling. Don't you have any friends that you can hook me up with?" He said. "Maybe, maybe my friend Miranda." I said. Miranda was going to hate Skipper. She'd think he was mocking her with his sweet nature and decide he was an asshole. The way she had decided all men were assholes.

Friday night at the club Chaos. It was just like that bar in Cheers where everybody knows your name, except they were likely to forget it 5 minutes later. Still it was the creme de la creme of New York whipped into a frenzy. Sometimes you got a souffle, sometimes cottage cheese. I was just about to rescue Skipper from an increasingly hopeless situation with Miranda when suddenly Kurt Harrington appeared. "You know I was really pissed off the way you left the other day. Then I thought - how great! You finally understand the kind of relationship I really want and now we can have sex without commitment." I didn't understand. Did all men secretly want their women promiscuous and emotionally detached? And if I was really having sex like a man, why didn't I feel more in control?

"You see that guy? He's the next Donald Trump except he's younger and much better looking. He usually only dates models, but hey i'm as good looking as a model plus I own my own business." Samantha had the kind of deluded self-confidence that caused men like Ross Perot to run for President and it usually got her what she wanted. And there she went, off to take her best shot with Mr Big. Meanwhile Charlotte York was passing the most splendid evening with Capote Duncan. Though Charlotte was determined to play hard to get, she didn't want to end the evening too abruptly. Charlotte had told me later that she thought that she had played the entire evening flawlessly, until he had to go to Chaos as he needed to have sex. Back at Chaos, things were swinging into high gear and Samantha was putting the moves on Mr Big which ended disastrous. Meanwhile Skipper Johnston was hopelessly smitten with Miranda Hobbes. Miranda had told me later that she thought he was too nice, but that she was willing to overlook one flaw. And Capote Duncan found his fix for the night, Samantha.

And so another Friday night in Manhattan crept towards dawn. And just when I thought I would have to do the unspeakable, walk home..."well, get in for Christ's sakes" said Mr Big. In the car ride back to 72nd street and 3rd avenue, we were having the talk about our jobs and life "I write a column called Sex and The City, right now i'm researching an article about women who have sex like men. You know, they have sex and then afterwards feel nothing" I said. He giggled and said "I get it, you've never been in love." Suddenly I felt the wind knocked out of me. I wanted to crawl under the covers and go right to sleep. He dropped me off and I started walking into my apartment building until a had a sudden urge to run back out, I said with haste "Wait, Have you ever been in love?" He said "Abso-fuckin'-lutley.

[weaversweek]

More from Lilith Fair

"Foolish games" - Jewel

Lilith Fair was organised by Sarah McLachlan, always featured Suzanne Vega, but Jewel was the star attraction.

America's most charted single of the year was a double A-side - charming song "You were meant for me" was turned for its sad flip "Foolish games". Jewel Kilcher had broken through with debut album Pieces of You, and was the biggest thing in American pop.

Lilith Fair wasn't without its criticism. Sarah Vowell, the acerbic cultural critic, made a very fair point.

Lilith Fair isn't a picture of solidarity so much as a picture of uniformity. McLachlan, the event's organizer, has chosen singer-songwriters in her own image: pretty, polite, folksy moderates with sensible hair and more melody than message.

Future editions were less white, less acoustic; future years would show rock and rap, and Latin and R&B.

"Naked eye" - Luscious Jackson

Jill, Gabby, Kate, and Vivian were on the fringes of fame over here: given quarter-hearted approval by the fashion police because they were American and influenced by hip-hop beats and were women. In the error of Britpop, that's at least four capital offences.

"Naked eye" is about being emotionally vulnerable, honest about what you're feeling. Always reminds me of a sunny day with my favourite person of the time, as banks of snow melt into puddles.

"Sleep to dream" - Fiona Apple

Twenty-seven years before Chappell Roan, Fiona Apple wore a suit of armour onto the New York subway. Photographer Joe McNally explains.

"Fiona had always been shot as a waif – tendrils of hair blowing (dressed in lingerie), out in some sort of lily field. She told me she wanted to chuck that scene and be a warrior woman in a suit of armor. I was like 'Cool, babe, works for me!' We did the whole Camelot thing in a daylight studio. A big deal with hair, makeup, styling, painted backdrop, falling rose petals, fake blood on the sword, catering, crew, managers, hangers-on. Everything. All the while her manager is heating up about how late it’s getting. I was like, 'You brought her late, okay?' Finally he explodes and says 'Gotta go now and the subway is the only way' (it was rush hour in New York and she had a gig in Jersey, 'Get on the subway in the armor?' And she said, 'Yeah, that sounds about right!' I shout for a camera, wide lens, hot shoe flash, green and magenta gels and a bunch of 100 speed 35 chrome. We bolt and slip her through the turnstiles–sword and all–unnoticed, Subway came right away and I started ripping film like crazy for 5 stops. On the train, New Yorkers, true to form avoided eye contact. The studio shot went away and the subway shot (flash on camera, 1/15 of a second at F4, a hand held mess of a photograph) ran as the lead. You never know."

from the book "The Moment it Clicks" by Joe McNally

Performance from Conan O'Brien's show.

Bonus interview

"Your new cuckoo" - The Cardigans

First Band on the Moon had yielded an unexpected hit when Lovefool was included on a film soundtrack. What are these Swedes doing in the top ten, do they think they're Ace of Base?

For their next hit, the group released something more typical of their sound, bouncy and energetic and with a nice minor key lilt. But they didn't really promote it, being on dates in Lilith Fair at the time, so only a minor hit.

Lilith Fair was well-documented at the time, but much of the history was recorded digitally. All those ones and zeroes have become halves, and the memories are in danger of being lost. Television coverage and interviews with the performers were made at the time.

Later, there have been oral histories from the fans and performers points of view.

"Closer to fine (live)" - Indigo Girls

We learn that Emily and Amy, the core of the Indigo Girls, were the glue to bind the tour together. Knock on dressing room doors, open windows, get to know their co-stars.

The energy came out on stage, with lots of the acts joining in for a mass singalong near the end of the night. Here, for instance, are Sarah McLachlan, Jewel, Meredith Brooks, and others.

[anonnikulaphon]

ᴀɴᴏɴ “ɴᴏɴ” ɴɪᴋᴜʟᴀᴘʜᴏɴ

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>> FULL NAME: Anon "Non" Nikulaphon >> MEANING: ▪ Anon (joy, delight, pleasure) ▪ Ni (lead) ▪ Kul (family) ▪ Phon (Blessing) >> NICKNAME: Non >> DATE OF BIRTH: 1st of July, 1998, Wednesday, Afternoon >> AGE: 26 y/o >> SIGN: Cancer ♋️ >> ORIENTATION: Homoromantic Demisexual >> GENDER: Cisgender Male >> UNIVERSE: 404 Error

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>> FACE CLAIM: Peat Wasuthorn >> HEIGHT: 175cm // 5'9 // slender >> WEIGHT: 65kg // 143 pounds // slim >> HAIR: Naturally black // recently dyed golden blonde // short at base of his neck, longer at the front // grows quickly >> EYES: Deep brown // double eyelid // almond shaped // often lined >> CLOTHING: Designer // fitted suits for business and public events // baggy and hanging off of his frame when at home // likes to show off some of his skin // prefers darker tones >> OTHER: Sharp jaw-line // ear piercing on both ears // full lips // lower back dimples // no tattoos // small scar on the side of his forehead, hidden by his hair // no birthmarks // beauty mark on his neck // manicured nails

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>> STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES: Intelligent // Calculating // Competitive // Stubborn // Reliable // Proud // Studious // Business-Savvy // Well-Spoken // Independent // Slightly Sadistic // Protective // Judgemental // Holds Grudges // Jealous // Possessive >> LIKES: His family // Fashion // Jewellery // Music // Posting on social media // Soft beds // Interior design >> DISLIKES: Loud noises // Fake people // Rowdy parties // Those who have wronged him // Public transport

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>> HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand >> RESIDENCES: Family properties and/or hotels located in: Bangkok, Thailand // Songkhla, Thailand // Krabi, Thailand // Chumphon, Thailand // Beijing, China // Shanghai, China // Tokyo, Japan >> NATIONALITY: Thai >> ETHNICITY: Half-Thai, Half-Chinese >> FINANCIAL STATUS: One of Thailand's Top 10 Most Rich Families >> EDUCATION: Graduated university, majority in Business and Finance Management with a minor in International Studies >> OCCUPATION: Interior designer, has his own business >> SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Fluent in Thai and Southern Thai dialect, English, Mandarin, can understand Lao, is learning Japanese

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>> FAMILY TREE: Sapol Nikulaphon (Grandfather) // Keit Nikulaphon (Father) // Jiang Lee (Mother) // Ploy (Father's Ex-Wife) // Chariya (Step-Sister, 35 y/o) // Niram (Step-Brother, 33 y/o) // Three nieces // Two nephews >> PETS: None >> ROMANCE: Boon (Ex-Boyfriend, together for 3 years, have been broken up for 1 year) // Various flings >> BACKSTORY: Anon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth as the youngest child of the well-known Nikulaphon family. His great-great grandfather played a significant political role in the shaping of the nation before eventually branching out into property management, quickly making a name for himself as a business tycoon. Currently, the Nikulaphon family owns more than sixty-percent of Thailand’s hotels and have expanded to construct their own line of hotels in China, which has proven to be incredibly successful.

Anon’s parents married for love, after many years of longing and suffering. They were high school sweethearts, dreaming of spending the rest of their lives together, before being forced apart by Anon’s grandfather. The patriarch of the family had already organised an arranged marriage for his son, forcing the two lovebirds apart. The marriage between Keit Nikulaphon and his socialite wife Ploy was not a good one, and they hardly spent any time together; Keit would be away on business for months, burying himself into his work to avoid going back home unless he had to. Their relationship did strengthen after a few years and they did have two beautiful children together, which satisfied the requirement for an heir to the Nikulaphon business, and allowed them to open talks with their grandfathers for a divorce. It was granted, as long as their children – Anon’s step-siblings Chariya and Niram – remained with the Nikulaphon family. Now a free man, Keit contacted his first love, Jiang, and rekindled their relationship. From that marriage, Anon was born. Keit and Jing were worried about the reaction this would garner from Keit’s father; but to their surprise, he loved the baby with all of his heart. The years watching his son suffering in a marriage he hadn’t wanted gave the old man a new perspective on life, and so he vowed to treat his latest grandson with all the love he had to give.

Anon has a good relationship with his parents and grandfather, but not with his siblings. Chariya and Niram are much older than him, and have never paid him any mind, making him feel like an outsider in his own home. He knows he’ll probably never inherit the business his great-great grandfather started, but he still studied business and finance management just to be helpful, and to prove himself worthy of his family’s greatness.

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>> FEARS: TBA >> PHOBIAS: N/A >> HANDICAPS: N/A >> MENTAL DISORDERS: N/A >> PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A >> PREDISPOSITIONS: