#juniper-hill-patient

[juniperhillpatient]

not anon- would katara scarring azula have made her a foil to zuko?? how so

Thank you for asking, I love rambling about Azula, Katara & Zuko & narrative ✨themes ✨ so much

Would it have made Azula a foil to Zuko? Or Katara a foil to Zuko? I’m guessing you mean Azula since she’d be getting a scar, another parallel among many to her brother.

(Reference to this ask)

I think regardless the narrative no matter what remains pretty clear that Azula & Katara are foils to each other.

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Azula & Katara are both the prodigy younger sisters of their less talented but still hard working older brothers causing some family tension but Katara & Sokka communicate clearly & have a loving relationship while Azula & Zuko’s rivalry drives them to their tragic final battle. Katara & Azula both have absent mother figures & father figured embroiled by the war effort but Katara confronts her father for his absence during a lot of her life & has a touching moment while Azula is left behind by her father in the end as he pursues power over connection with her.

I don’t think that Katara scarring Azula would change that. If anything it adds poetry just like the final Agni Kai did - the only one who can take Azula down is her narrative foil, the water to her fire.

But in terms of how it would mirror Zuko’s scar? How it would impact the parallels between the fire siblings? And both of their parallels with Katara? Interesting question.

I’m imagining a scene now with Azula & Zuko talking & discussing their facial scars. Imagine it’s post war & Azula is working on healing & it’s a slow process but she’s getting there.

Azula would have a different relationship to her scar than Zuko does with his because the circumstances are so different. Zuko was publicly humiliated & disfigured by his own father for speaking out. In a scenario where Katara scarred Azula during the crystal catacombs fight, it was two equals battling at war. And huh, I don’t know exactly how significant it would be for that to happen right after Katara offered to heal Zuko’s scar with the spirit water but like, that HAS to be significant right? Idk.

I imagine post war Zuko would make a comment about how they both have scars now. And maybe Azula would say something quietly about how her real scars from the war aren’t visible & Zuko would think about that later, as it sunk in…

Anyway.

I think that if this had happened it would have been significant, because scars are always significant in stories especially battle scars. And I think that because of the importance to Zuko of his scar, it would have maybe given him & Azula something to connect over post war, even if it’s very different.

I also wonder how a scar would impact the value that Azula places on appearance post war? Especially after the fiasco with her #breakdown haircut tm & her future relationship with mirrors? Maybe she has to detach herself from caring so much about appearances?

Ok this definitely didn’t actually answer your actual question & instead went in several rambly directions & for that I’m sorry 😂

✨Anyway ✨

TLDR: i think would’ve been interesting if this happened but it wouldn’t change anyone’s narrative role in the story

[princess-glassred]

Imagine if when Henry is at Juniper Hills they notice how agressive he is and how he constantly keeps trying to do shit he can't, so to occupy his time they decide to do what they do for dementia patients and give him a cheap plastic baby doll with a felt body to take care of (has to be plastic and felt, if it was porcelain he could bust it open and hurt somebody).

At first, Henry thinks it's absolutely stupid and kind of insulting, but grows semi attached to it because of his own parental issues. Afterall, his mother left and his father abused him severely, when he was a baby was probably the only time he wasn't being hurt as a child. So he begins to use it as intended, but ONLY when people aren't around, he keeps it under his bed and only uses it whenever people won't see him. Despite being in his late 30's now, he's still mentally the same as when he was 15, if not a little younger in the mind, so he still believes he has to hide something like this or else people will think he's a queer or sissy (even though it's 2016 and almost everyone around him is too insane to care).

He likes to hold it close to his chest like some one's gonna come up and snatch it from him at any moment (which, knowing the Juniper Hills staff, is probably what would happen). He also would NEVER admit it, but he actually has given the little baby a name, Reggie after his good buddy Reginald "Belch" Huggins. This and his little nightlights from the book are the only two coping mechanisms he has in Juniper Hills, everything else just pushes him further off the deep end.

Delusional ass Henry Bowers really said "a single mom that works two jobs, loves her kids and never stops, a woman with the heart of a fighter, i'm a survivor <3".

[star0mania]

Avatar: Way of Water OCs

OC 1:

{General Information}

"Kiri, leave Spider alone."

Name: Cameron "Robin" Hawkins

Name Meaning:Cameron- a hill resortRobin- a birdHawkins- Son of Hawkins idk

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Sexuality: Pansexual

D.O.B: 16th, April, 2155

Personality:-Carefree-Entertaining-Humorous-Kind-Caring-Honest-Creative-Stubborn-Spirit-like-Protective 

Likes: -Adventures

-Friends

-his pet -flying on his banshee -telling stories to the kids in the camp -Jokes

-Annoying his  sister

-helping  his mother

Dislikes:-Enemies-friends getting hurt-His necklace getting destroyed-Losing his mother and sister, the same way he lost his father -People who can't take  a  joke

Appearance:

Voice Claim:(Teen) Chad Meeks Martin  (Mason Gooding)(child) Seth Clearwater (Booboo Stewart)

Role: The Humorous bitch :D

{Features} "I'm not that tall-"

Height: (Human) 6'5 (Pandoran) 8'6

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little white dots on  his face down  to his nose, cheeks and top  lip

Piercings:  -Ear-piercing 

Accessories:

-Seashell necklace he made with his father 

Clothes:

Weapon:a AVR-30  machine gunBow and  arrow

Clan: Metkayina Clan

{Relationships}

Father: Mouse Hawkins relationship: 10/10 Alive Voice claim: Adam Sandler 

Mother: Bonnie Hawkins relationship: 9/10 Alive Voice Claim: Salma Hayek 

Little Sister: Kira Hawkins relationship:  8/10 Alive Voice Claim: Isabela Merced

Friends: -Jake Sully -Neytiri -Kiri -Neteyam -Lo'ak

-Tuktiri -Kiara -Spider

etc.

Love Interest: Miles "Spider' Socorro

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope:Star-crossed lovers

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets}

Banshee- Rori (male) (alive)

Oc 2:

{General Information} "My duty is to protect the clan. Even if it costs me my life"

Name: Kiara

Name Meaning:-Kiara:  Light, Clear, Kind

Gender: Female

Age: 14-15

Sexuality: Straight

D.O.B: 8th, May, 2156

Species:Pandoran

Personality:-Straightforward-Stubborn-Kind-Caring-Bossy-Honest-Sassy-Protective-Gets annoyed easily  

-Patient    

Likes: -Hunting -Caring for her sister -Friends -Protecting the clan -hanging out with Lo'ak

-Hanging with her pets

Dislikes: -Enemies -Backstabbers -waking up -seeming like she's useless -Losing her sister

Appearance:

Voice Claim: (teen) Claire Nunez- Trollhunters  (Lexi  Medrano) (child)  Nala- The Lion  King 1995 (Niketa  Calme-Harris)

Role: The Warrior

{Features} "Are you crazy? There's no way I  like him"

Height: 7'5

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little lines and seashell on her forehead -A star on  her  left wrist

Piercings:-Ear-piercing  

Accessories: -A seashell necklace her mother made her

Clothes:

Weapon: -A wooden spear -A homemade bow and arrow

{Relationships}

Father: relationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Joseph Quinn

Mother: Mayninarelationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Sophia Carson

Sister: Juniper  relationship:  10/10 Alive Voice claim: Raegen Revord

Friends:

-Jake Sully

-Neytiri-Kiri-Neteyam-Lo'ak-Tuktiri-Robin-Spideretc.

Love Interest: Lo'ak

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope: Opposites attract 

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets} Banshee- Randi (female) Direhorse- Earth (male)

[dre4mers]

muses.

ORIGINAL.

SHANNON COOPER , " the it girl. " bisexual , rachel bilson / ella purnell. pos: loyal, outgoing, creative, efficient, bubbly. neg: dependent, melodramatic, tonedeaf, needy, arrogant.

SID WALTZ , " the menace / single dad. " bisexual , garrett hedlund / harris dickinson. pos: adventurous, humorous, protective, brave, persuasive. neg: childish, flirtatious, smartass, party - animal, loud.

SUNNY POPWELL , " the delusional. " , bisexual , katie douglas. pos: friendly, forgiving, compassionate, optimistic, curious. neg: delusional, sensitive, gullible, obsessive, dramatic.

ZACHARY POPWELL , " the realist. " , heterosexual , alex fitzalan. pos: realistic, protective, alert, selfless, witty. neg: impulsive, despondent, smug, cynical, secretive.

ESTELLA UNDERWOOD , " the bookworm. " bisexual , alexis bledel / zoe colletti. pos: bright, amiable, helpful, witty, creative. neg: naive, neurotic, awkward, push-over, cowardly.

WILLIAM LERMAN , " the himbo. " bisexual , rudy pankow. pos: joyful, humorous, loving, optimistic, caring. neg: immature, overly - sarcastic, dim-witted, lazy, chaotic.

JUNIPER CREEK , " the philosopher. " bisexual , bethany joy lenz / tbd. pos: intellectual, honest, patient, organized, adaptable. neg: feisty, clumsy, petty, anxious, aloof.

WYATT SOUTWARK , " the reclusive. " heterosexual , mike faist. pos: inventive, observing, romantic, easy - going, rational. neg: quiet, broody, guarded, lonely, blunt.

RAYNE JIMENEZ , " the rockstar. " queer , lizeth selene. pos: humble, idealistic, creative, honest, self - less. neg: rebellious, stubborn, loud - mouthed, feisty.

FINLEY HOOVER , " the egotistical. " heterosexual , gavin casalegno. pos: social - butterfly, optimistic, persistent, passionate, dreamer. neg: vain, clueless, possessive, critical, self - assured.

SUTTON CAMERON , " the mirrorball. " biseuxal , olivia scott-welch. pos: family - orientated, productive, ambitious, sharp - witted, understanding. neg: over - achiever, insecure, short - tempered, impatient, sensitive.

REGAN GILBERT , " the athlete. " heterosexual, michael evans behling. pos: athletic, focused, out - going, protective, head strong. neg: competitive, jealous, impetuous, arrogant, contemptuous.

SOLANA CUEVA , " the fashionista. " bisexual , zion moreno. pos: charming, understanding, focused, hard - working, witty. neg: stubborn, petty, blunt, smug, domineering.

HISTORICAL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

MAUDE CLIFTON , " the primadonna. " heterosexual , rose williams / tbd.

DODIE WESTON , " the poet. " pansexual , rose williams.

ALERIE LANNISTER , " the scornful. " heterosexual, celina sinden.

CANON.

KENDRA MASON , degrassi: the next generation, lola lung.

ADAM TORRES , degrassi: the next generation , fc tbd.

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON , bridgerton , luke thompson.

DAPHNE BRIDGERTON , bridgerton , phoebe dynevor.

THEO SHARPE , bridgerton , calam lynch.

EDWINA SHARMA , bridgerton , charithra chandran.

JAMIE SULLIVAN , a walk to remember , mandy moore / tbd.

BROOKE DAVIS , one tree hill , sophia bush.

ELLIE WILLIAMS , the last of us , bella ramsey.

FREDDIE MCCLAIR , skins uk , luke pasqualino.

SANSA STARK , game of thrones , sophie turner.

ROBB STARK , game of thrones , richard madden.

[jeannahas]

Servant to a Trickster God

(Partially inspired by elydice)

The hill was dry and dusty, as I took another step forwards. sand, small stones, and long-dried and sun-baked bones crunched beneath my feet as I surveyed the section of the valley before me.

It was a familiar sight to me. How many times had I stood there, in my younger years? Back before the expansion, before the lunar colonies? Before that fated first contact that had led to so many desperate changes? I thought back to those simpler years before regenerative treatments, before sapient AI, before we met the brilliantly colored - if slightly smaller than us - Phylexians.

Time I had spent holding tiny cups of water and gatorade for the annual half-marathon in July. Standing there with my father and brothers, trying to keep up with the mass of runners, watching the sun rise as we waited for the leaders, looking for interesting bones among the wreckage, trash, and dust of that selfsame hill.

We had learned much, over the course of the past many decades, but still - there were things that remained less understood, less precise.

I stopped, bending down to look at a few skulls that dotted the hill. I never understood why so many things died on that hill. Bones of Coyotes and squirrels lay alongside the ruined carcases of small deer and elk, and more than one bird lay among the ruins. A graveyard of natural life, completely driven by it's own whims.

As I walked along the hill, following the old highway that had been the lifeblood of the county, I spotted a lonely skull, bleached by the sun, long abandoned. Canid, with pronounced teeth.

I recognized it. The coyotes had grown less and less frequent with each passing year - the wild animals had begun to form packs to survive the presence of the humans, and the humans had in turn hunted those packs.

I winced. 20$ an ear- my brother had tried multiple times to run one over to collect that bounty.

I squatted down in quiet mourning, setting a hand on the dried bone, closing my eyes as I fell down into the whispers, letting the echoes call back into my mind - fleeting moments, running, biting, cleaning itself under a juniper tree under the light of a moon. Pain in it's leg as it was severed by a trap.

I sighed, patting the bone lightly.

"What do do about you? He's not going to like if I leave you here."

The skull, naturally, said nothing. It sat there. Among all the other bones that decorated the bone hill, innert, patient as only the dead can be.

I tapped my chin. "Well... I don't know if he'll like this or hate this... We're kind of re-writing a lot of rules given that we've forgotten a lot of the old taboos."

I glanced at the empty leather bag I had gotten the feeling to bring along. It seemed to be about the right size...

I gently lifted the skull, and set it as safely as I could inside the sack, next to the holo-projector that my family would sometimes call on. I had shut it off, but it was still nice to have it close.

I stood then, checking my mental map. I keep walking till I began to enter among buildings, passing an abandoned KOA that was home to the only swimming pool I'd been able to access for most of my childhood, looking down at the bare concrete, remembering fondly moments with pool noodles, splashing and spraying water at my brothers, staring up at the sky during summer to make sure that thunderclouds didn't form and bear down upon us. It had been close a couple of times - but we'd always made a point to be out of the water long before the storm arrived. The place was largely a ghost town now. I was only still alive thanks to, well, the being I went to meet now - and a dash of arcane science derived from re-verse engineered aline tech - and the friends and people I had known who had lived here were...gone. In a few ways. Scattered to the winds. Living in new cities. Dead. In many cases. Wars, old age, disease... I passed the childhood homes of old friends, now run down and decrepit, and I plotted my way across remnants of asphalt streets that led to the massive red stone that stood a good three stories tall, jutting randomly from pale sandstone as if placed there. The Red Rock had been one of the constants of the valley, as well as Temple Rock, that stood just a short distance away. Relatively. A mile or so.

I had a specific destination in mind today - a place of borders, of transitions - a place where I had very nearly died, and stumbled upon something truly unexpected.

There were whispers, now, about the "old gods." Of people with strange gifts, of strange things happening, people disappearing, strange cults people hadn't seen for thousands of years popping up again at random. Most didn't believe them. Why would you when extraterrestrial beings taught you science from beyond the stars, and tried to find a place for you in their massive federation? I however, knew better. I had been forced to know better. He had given me no choice.

I followed the rock until the smooth exterior suddenly fell back into a thin slot - about the width of three people standing next to each other, that led up into a canyon. One of my first dates. My first death.

My mouth quirked up here. Ah, how fate can be a strange tutor.

I began to walk along the sandy bottom, long since dried up, but I knew the monsoon season wasn't far away, and it would be a simple thing for a drizzle to turn this entire canyon into a mess of mud and water, for the bright afternoon light to be replaced with the overbearing dim of a desert thunderstorm. Too shallow to be truly life-threatening, but hazardous to be sure. I climbed, searching for the meeting place, a sandy bar about half way up where I had the feeling I needed to go.

I head it again - a little louder, the laughing on the wind, a faint echo of a tinny howl. I suppose it could be called a howl - it was what we called it there, the sounds of the Coyotes. I was getting close now, and the needs for speed and caution clashed in my brain, as I tried to protect the leather bag that held the coyote's skull, keeping it from banging against rocks as I ascended a ledge that had been narrow in my youth many years distant.

The strange howling laughter grew louder as I climbed, and I now moved with purpose, almost launching myself up, Nearly stumbling off of the cliff, the skull spilling out of my bag and thudding onto the sand of the ledge, I righted myself, scrambling on hands and knees away from the edge, pausing for a moment to catch my breath, chest heaving as I leaned on my knees after that particular ledge.

I looked up and nearly toppled off the edge, as a mouth full of canid fangs waited immediately in front of me.

The ghostly laugh echoed in my mind again, and I watched as the shadow after-image of the animal danced around the space, seeming to be in one place, then another, shifting and changing, in size, nature, intensity, health, transparency, and every other metric. before "settling" more or less in one place, still flickering, as if my eyes were playing tricks on me. It's head was oddly translucent, seeming to be there. and not, and in those moments, I could see the skull at it's center, the skull of the long-dead coyote.

I bowed my head, cautious, but still elated to actually see him again - my patron, my tutor of sorts, more real than I had ever envisioned, despite our many conversations, the many gifts he had shown and given me.

Have you come to see another trick?

"You know that when we meet, this is my purpose, Coyote."

The strange, etherial coyote seemed to pick at a tooth with a claw, before dancing away again in an impossible contortion of muscle and imagery, before pacing around me.

You always watch for our tricks - listen to the stones - listen to the lessons.

"You always have more to share - what else am I to do but try to understand?"

Coyote laughed again, and I still didn't know if the sound unsettled or comforted me, even after all of these years.

You're people have built more sky-ships, they leave this world.

I nodded. "They have. "

Will you leave this world? Travel to new worlds?

"I don't know if I can." I said simply. "It doesn't seem to be my lot in life to leave and travel for the stars - besides, aren't your kind tied deeply to our perceptions? To the places we have tied you to, the locations of importance?"

I thought of the canyon. Not this one, the canyon of the cursed, the people this fun-loving creature had turned to stone in a violent fit of rage and pain. Our próximo y to that place was the main reason he could manifest like this to me, and actually manipulate the skull he now used as a head- and it was also the reason I had head about him as a child, had known his name, had known his domains.

Coyote laughed again, before snarling as if facing some beast.

formed by mind of man - given power - able to influence...yes....beleif....your beleif...... we depend on this. All gods do, from the small to the great.

I sat down, as was our custom when we spoke, doing my best to keep my footprints obscured, to prevent Coyote from doing something to me while we discussed. He had...set precedents, during previous visits. He taught me the importance of things people left behind, ways your could mess with someone who drew a line in the dirt, who left their name on a wall. It only took once of waking up four hours later under a moonlit sky with no bearing on my location to be more diligant about where and how I stepped - and how I obscured my footprints.

"What would it take for your to leave this place? You like to wander, would you not like to wander the stars as well?"

I would speak to the god of ravens, Coyote began And he would not tell me - to the great protector I spoke again, and he would not tell me. To the invader gods of your ancestors I spoke, and they did not know, that which lied beyond the stars. They knew their children - and those who called themselves their children, and that alone was their domain.

I blinked.

"Uh huh."

Coyote sat, and waited. I blinked, he was sitting next to me, his golden eyes locked on my own.

We go where our children - where our prophets, go.

I paused. Never once had this creature referred to me as anything other than it's student.

"Are the children of Coyote many?"

They are some. They are fewer than they were. I am now weaker than many - but stronger than those who have been largely forgotten. I am remembered still - I am revered still - I am feared still.

I swallowed. I knew why. I had spoken to the ghosts inside the stones of that canyon - had heard the agonized cries of hundreds of people who had offended the creature who now sat seemingly calmly beside me. I never could ask what their offense had been. They never told me. Their minds were too far gone for that, shattered and splintered as stones broke off with time and fell into the canyon, to be washed away with the monsoon rains, and swept down into the barely -living town below.

Why had Coyote told me this? What did he want?

"What do you mean you spoke to the god of Ravens? Do you mean Raven, your brother?"

Coyote laughed again, and flickered, walking sideways on the wall, then bounding across the sand, kicking it up where he passed.

He sees that which will be - he alters that which will be, He is not raven, he speaks truths which must be.

I waited. Coyote continued after licking his behind.

All the speaker of ravens would say, was that I am bound to my children - and my children are free.

I frowned, glancing down at my bag, at the holo-projector. I thought of the indigenous peoples of this continent, how they had been enslaved, but their spirits, the projection of their collective souls, had been weakened over generations, unable to help or defend them from their enemies in a way that mattered.

"You're going to ask me to do something I won't like, aren't you." I stated it, I could see it.

I saw the mirth in his eyes, and I groaned internally.

Five weeks later, with a different name and wearing a different face, I stepped aboard the Phylaxian starship 'T'klalo'. We were leaving - Coyote said he wanted to visit mars, said that "Red Stone was familiar". I brought a few things - a tuft of fur. That skull of a coyote I found on the bone-hill outside the old town I had called home. One of the ghost- rocks from that canyon, full of people he had cursed. A few scraps of a former life as I breathed oddly stale air, surrounded by wealthy people and strange, violet-skinned and vaguely humanoid aliens with pronounced spines we had learned were venomous.

There were several steps to this plan. Make it to the Red Planet. Find a suitable place the Terraforming had already finished with - build a shrine as best as I could. In part to Coyote, to become his first place of Power, his first tether. But also...to me. My family. I had paintings to leave on walls, memories to leave behind. Most had passed on - there were few of us lef.

That would anchor him to that world, be Coyote's first step, the first great projection of the subconscious of the human existence to wander out into the wider universe along side us, actively, alongside one of their representatives, able to access their power. He felt that the other shamans who still venerated and called upon him would be able to "Hold the fort and keep the link active" back on earth. He planned on bringing all kinds of gossip.

Coyote had mischief to wreak, and how he had three entire species to wreak it upon.

Through me.

I let myself grin -

Just a little.

I already knew from experience, that as hard as this was going to be,

It was also going to be immensely fun.

[quotation--marks]

The scrap of paper gave you something to think about for hours. It was not easy to hit upon things to think about and once you had assigned yourself a topic it was difficult to think. She had invented a private therapy. Thinking Therapy, she called it. T.T. All Right T.T. Lady, she would say to herself and then she would have her class in thinking. A one-pupil class. It was hard but she felt it was important to learn again how to think. It seemed queer to her that the hospital had no interest in teaching its patients to think. Juniper Hill’s goal was to Keep Them Quiet. Perhaps a group of thinking patients would have disturbed the peace. Let people think and at once they are drawing up petitions and demanding Rights. There simply were not enough nurses to handle thinkers. 

Mary Jane Ward, The Snake Pit

[willowrosenboob]

taylor swift & smg are such good options but alright so - top 3 fictional character crushes! (also it's so funny I was JUST thinking about checking out my babysitter's a vampire, it looks kinda cool but I've never watched it)

you should definitely watch mbav!!! though fair warning, it’s not meant to be taken very seriously, and also the show is wayyyy better than the movie. I still love it cause of the nostalgia, but the humour of the movie just does not land the way it does for the show.

too 3 fictional crushes

1) catra from she-ra. not surprised at all honestly. her character design is so amazing, especially in the last two seasons. boob window superiority! she’s just so unhinged too!!! you gotta respect that in a lady. (I promise I’m not a furry though)

2) the ultimate fictional gay crush is xena. I haven’t watched the show in a while, but just thinking of her legs....yeah. women who could beat me up are very sexy thank you

3) my biggest buffyverse crush changes a lot, but for the moment, let’s go with lilah. very evil, very sexy, many milf vibes, despite her not being an actual milf. so iconic of her

I very obviously have a type lol

[sokkalore]

Okay so I just FINALLY finished 'unconditionally and irrevocably' & I wanted to let you know I really really loved it. I loved Twilight SO MUCH as a teen & it was mostly ruined for me as an adult for a lot of reasons so it took me a while to get around to reading a Twilight AU But then I was sucked in despite myself & I loved it so much. I think it's probably one of my favorite fics I've ever read & I will surely be re-reading it many times. You're so incredibly talented

ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!! this is so incredibly kind, thank you thank you, this seriously means a lot, i’m really glad that you enjoyed it! :) 

[rigginsstreet]

1 & 2!

what is your absolute favorite ship?

its a tie between cory and shawn (boy meets world) and leyton (one tree hill) those are my parents who raised me

what ship do you hate most?

so many.... the ships that make me seethe with the burning white hot rage of a thousand suns are kl*roline (the vampire diaries) and f*lice (riverdale) . theres plenty of others that are just annoying to me but WHEW do i hate those two

[tiefling-queer]

1) short 2) ambivert tbh 3) polite but not shit taking if that makes sense 4) weird but in a good way 5) funny for the most part 6) friendly 7) realist (sorry I THINK we're mutuals but idk tbh but I thought I'd play the game!!)

your blog looks so familiar but i honestly don’t remember if i ever followed you or not?? i am now lol also completely spot on

[juniperhillpatient]

i would always see you in my notes and wonder how you settled on that url i really like it HAHA

Thank you so much!!! <333

The story behind my URL if you want to know is that i had a number of very fandom-specific or random URLS I'd switch around & tbh this is just like, a multi-fandom / personal account so I wanted something that was a fun reference but also a bit vague & personal to me that i could avoid changing in order to let people remain aware of who i was

(emoreggiemantle, buffy-quinn, pretty-little-shipper, nihilistic-bitch, these are all URLS i kept for a long time but there are sooo many others i had for short time periods lol)

I have always loved Stephen King, he is my favorite author & in 2017 I was truly in my "IT" era heh

So, because Juniper Hill Asylum is a location in many Stephen King works, notably "IT" (my fave book of all time) & I have in fact been institutionalized due to mental health so I consider myself allowed to make #problematic horror-mental-health patient jokes, I made my URL a reference to being a patient at this fictional insane asylum hehe

Not sure if you were searching for a story but there it is! Happy to be mutuals <333

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

purple, blue, dark blue <3

FWWRMLRMR I LOVE THIS

[daz4i]

Edelhard Linhart & Hubert for the ask meme 🥺

ayyy thank you!!! 🥰

husband: linhardt tbh, seems like it’d be p chill!

best friend: hubert! emotionally we already are 😌 lots of chaos and mcr lyric quoting

sibling: edelgard! idk if the fact i’m a dimitri kinnie makes this better or worse tbh

send me 3 fictional characters and i’ll tell you who i want as my husband/best friend/sibling!

[atsumu-miya]

happy birthday 💖💖💖

thank you sm!

[zephyrvos]

1,2,3 for the ask game!

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in? I think it’s basically a toss up between Harry Potter and Glee. I probably wrote and read for Harry Potter first, but Glee made me get a tumblr and get my first taste of fan communities and, as much as that is sort of being thrown in the deep end, it was absolutely what got me hooked (and led to me coming out).

2. What is your latest fandom? More difficult to say. Probably She-Ra? I’ve been bad at being active here lately because *gestures at the world*, but I was more active about She-Ra. Though I’m trying to get active about Dead To Me, and also probably going to start posting Glee content again in a true show of coming full circle.

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? Buffy, 100%. It has ship wars and the same discourse being dragged out every six months that got me blocked from people I was legit in group chats with, but I also had such a positive welcome there and met people who I interact with more than in any other fandom. Plus I kind of got a girlfriend from making dumb posts about watching buffy for the first time, so I’m a bit biased there.

[theajaheira]

ahh ok so I just finished what we do in the shadows after meaning to watch it forever & lemme tell you - I think you'll like it! it's honestly just very silly & fun

oh that’s so lovely to know!!! the movie is A Fave, so if the show’s anything like that, i’m sure i’ll adore it.