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personinthepalace · 7 months
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Miscellaneous moments from Odd Squad Season 2
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listen i understand and actually like that the city in the movie is somewhere in the mediterranean but the fact that no one has an accent is such a small detail that makes me so sad to have it missing. it’s just chris pine and vague european trappings
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goose-writing-and-art · 11 months
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Ref for an OC: Aeron (they/them) They are a werewolf and I'll be designing the wolf form... sometime soon lmao. Below is a character playlist and a character bio :)
Aeron Kowalczyk 
AFAB Trans-Masc Nonbinary (they/them) 
24, October 13th (Libra) 
Polish (maternal) and Irish (paternal) descent, raised Polish in America.
Fluent in English and knows a passable amount of Polish though not as fluent as family would like. 
Personality
Internal
Lost, insecure, uncertain. Aeron often feels as though they’ve been floundering for the last several years now, largely connecting with the distancing and then complete disappearance of their mother. A lot of this helplessness manifests itself as either complete aloof indifference and borderline nihilism, or as sharp snaps of anger. 
External
Indifferent, guarded, contrarian. Aeron’s always been a bit of a loner, bit of a rebel, even before their family fell apart. An interest in alternative fashion aesthetics, movies, music, and a general interest in the occult in their formative years isolated them from a lot of their peers. Not exactly something Aeron wanted, either, but better they stayed away than try to change them. That cycle of loneliness and forced independence has resulted in a questioning and biting outer Aeron, all too willing to nip at the metaphorical heels of those making bold claims and assumptions (even when they’re fully correct, if only to watch them scramble in doubt). 
Favorite
Color: Black would be the immediate answer, but upon more thought, probably deep midnight blues and teals, and red as a favorite accent color. 
Beverage: Non-Alcoholic; Monster energy. Any of them. Aeron’s a major caffeine addict, and energy drinks are really the only thing that do anything to them anymore. Alcoholic; Creamy dessert cocktails are really the only alcohol Aeron enjoys drinking, but partakes in beer at social events they find themselves in. 
Food: Meal; Pierogi, and really any dumpling type formation. Will fuck up some dumplings. Snack; Fuego Takis, and any spicy snack. 
Least Favorite
Color: Bright colors, specifically highlighter or neon tones. Dislikes pastels for not being saturated enough but will concede on them sometimes looking ok. 
Beverage: Non-Alcoholic; Garlic milk. One of their grandparents’ home remedies for just about anything growing up, and it did help, but fuck is it nasty shit. Alcoholic; Tequila. The worst hangovers. Get that shit away from them. 
Food: Meal; Barszcz z Uszkami. Generally does not like beets at all, but especially beet soups. The dumplings and veggies are still good though. Snack; Chip pretzels. They’re too dry, and just make them crave soft pretzels instead. 
Physical
Height: 5’10, though likes to tell 6'0 guys that they’re 5’8 so that they panic. 
Piercings: Their ears are done up. Gauges, industrial bars, cartilage hoops, and studs lining up to the top of the ear. They have a septum piercing as well. 
Tattoos: A tattoo on their left inner forearm of a woman being burned at the stake and revealing a wolf within, head tilted back at the moon, on a black background. 
Accessories: Lots of leather and rope bracelets, rubber wrist bands, collars, chokers and corded necklaces with various pendants. The only constant is a chain necklace with a sterling bat pendant with red gem inlets for eyes. They also wear a lot of thick metal rings and like wearing flannels or suspenders hanging off of their hips. 
Relationships
Layla Johannes: Best friend of going on 10 years, an otherwise “normal” seeming tomboy sort of girl, but ended up being extremely supportive of and even interested in the more “odd” things that Aeron was. The last 5-6 years have been a little odd with some romantic and physical tension that’s been left untouched after the two had a Moment on their senior prom night, but neither wants to move in and misread the situation or change the dynamic, but it’s still There despite the time. 
Finn O’Donahue: Father, hasn’t been around since they were 6. Only regrets having any memory left of him. 
Julia Kowalczyk: Mother, she’s been missing for the last 4 years. She disappeared on a random day in the January after Aeron’s 20th birthday. They’d been really close, but after their 20th, she’d started to drift away. Aeron doesn’t know what happened, but to some extent they blame themselves. They’ve been determined to find her, even though the authorities have long given up. 
Dawid Kowalczyk: Grandfather. They’ve lived with him their whole life, and only moved out after their first shift as a means to keep him at a safe distance. They still visit regularly and call when they can’t. Dawid has gotten more somber and quiet since his daughter disappeared, now being the only one left in the house after Aeron moved out. He can take care of himself well enough, he’s just. Lonely. (Calls him Dziadek when being serious/casual, or Dziadzia when being playful/emotional) 
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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months
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Those cookies look amazing!!!
Also…the honey don’t plot is intriguing to me. I also know that ethan and his wife intended this trilogy to be a series of lesbian B movies. That description alone should let yall know it’s not about trying to be like Oppenheimer or Barbie or any of those big box office or prestige films. I’m not surprised Drive away dolls got lukewarm audience response - I don’t think many ppl really understand the point of B movies.
One of my fav films of all time is death proof by Quentin Tarantino. That’s a “B” movie if I ever seen one. But stuff like this is definitely more an art house auteur type of film for the directors to just spill their ideas. I’m ok if CE wants to try his hand out at this. Help him move away from only being known as blockbuster action hero. That type of typecast isn’t sustainable because he can’t be a superhero forever and he can’t always guarantee movies will be blockbusters. Weird indie or random but interesting roles in smaller films are more about the craft and just having fun in one’s filmography. Why not try something different?
Wikipedia already has CE listed as Priest Dean 🤣 and Margaret as Honey O’Donahue. Aubrey has no character listed. Let’s see how the wiki info will change once stuff is actually confirmed.
But I’m just excited to see how this story pans out. I also hope the materialists info gets an update soon too! Maybe it’ll still happen for him!
As far as characters go, we’ll know soon enough. Priest Dean is described as male, but we’ll see. I do agree, people either don’t get B Movies or it’s just not their thing. But Chris stepping out of his comfort zone is my thing! I can’t wait to see what he does!?
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Okay guys. In my new Buddie fic, Buck gets a boyfriend. The boyfriend is crazy rich, arrogant, full of himself, overall kind of an asshole, but he means well.
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dream2bu · 2 years
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When near the end of day, life has drained
Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.
In a while it will be night, but nothing
Here seems to believe the relief of darkness.
You are in this time of the interim
Where everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
"The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born."
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
Everyone else has lost sight of your heart
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you have outgrown.
What is being transfigured here in your mind,
And it is difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
- John O’Donahue
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ehksidian · 2 years
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OH FUCK RIGHT NANOWRIMO IS A THING! I CAN POST STUFF ABOUT MY NANOWRIMO PROJECT EVEN IF I WON’T END UP FINISHING IT
i doubt i’ll get to even 20k words with Nightbreak’s Dirge but like. i am a grad student near the end of the semester, i have other papers to write lmaoooo.
having fun writing this though! and i might as well throw up a quick summary too. *ahem* --- NIGHTBREAK’S DIRGE is a science-fantasy mystery taking place on the world of Qvar. After being framed for the sudden murder of her brother, Halina O’Donahu must find his real killer, and unravel the mystery behind her brother’s final words. Who is The Overseer? What came before The Dawn of the world? Halina will have to scour the city of Vilra for allies and the truth - and she may find that truth is not kind to those who seek it. --- anyways even if i don’t finish it this year or any time soon i’m just glad to be working on it. got it and at least two other follow-up books in mind too. my brain is huge and full of stories yum.
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1lilspark · 4 years
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Have I mentioned that Lucas Bouchard has filled a Killian Jones sized hole in my heart
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anamikxha · 2 years
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LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : O’DONAHUES W / ANYONE @c23intros​
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“Got something on your mind?” She smiled brightly, placing their drink in front of them. “Go on, talk and I’ll listen.”
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carriec031 · 4 years
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the shape of a soul The shape of each soul is different. There is a secret destiny for each person. We need to return to the solitude within, to find again the dream that lies at the hearth of the soul. Quote: John O'Donohue
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harleyjquinwrites · 2 years
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Cast for Point of Origin. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41794962/ Athena Grant - Angela Basset Ralph Vilkas - Colin O’Donahue Robby Nash - Colin McClure Harry Grant - Marcanthonee Reis Denny Wilson - Declan Pratt Brook Nash - Noelle E. Parker Michael Grant - Rockmond Dunbar Karen Wilson - Tracie Thoms Hen Wilson - Aisha Hinds Evan “Buck” Buckley - Oliver Stark May Grant - Corinne Massiah DJ Stirling - Charlie Hunnam Howard “Chimney” Han - Kenneth Choi Bobby Nash - Peter Krause
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[My son’s wedding]
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"Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a visible sign of invisible grace…Friendship is the sweet grace that liberates us to approach, recognize, and inhabit this adventure." John O’Donahue quoted in The Seeker and the Monk: Everyday Conversations with Thomas Merton by Sophfronia Scott, p. 83 :: [revmeg]
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surejess-arc · 2 years
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who: @sawyer-sees​ what: reunited and it feels so ------- why’d u have to go and make things so complicated where: o’donahues
all the o’donahues regulars had already gotten it out of their system, this fascination with the fifteen minutes of fame each escapee was getting for talking ( or... writing ) about some of the worst moments in their life. it wasn’t celebrity, it wasn’t fame -- it was public spectacle. and, while everyone was likely at the omega fest for the omegas -- the actual celebrities, holing up still felt much safer ( not to mention, at best ? she had... questionable views on the group ). but there was someone new in the dive -- which, no, wasn’t anything revolutionary. people came and went. indeed, it wouldn’t have been worth thinking twice if she hadn’t all but memorized what the back of that man’s head looked like.  oh, she had loved going against him. loved it in the sense of self-preservation. his ability had been proven so useless against her in the ring. every time she was against him, there was no question that she would come out with that pad of paper, writing in ink instead of blood. and, when she had put all of the players together for the keys to their escape, he was one of the many not on the list. those excluded -- it had never been out of malice. hell, jess had thought taking down the essex house would have been a much quicker process than it was -- that they would have been able to save everyone else within the year as opposed to the nearly two, going on ten with nothing but a bracelet... up until mo revealed their offer ( thank god for it -- for the amount of hard-work she, jack, and january had all constantly put in -- as well as some others -- the solution... ultimately, it had been so easy ). and now, everyone was out. now, he was out. he, whom she had been immune to... if she accepted cowardice as a viable option, perhaps she would have left. but the whole point of it all, what she had spent every day working towards ? on those hopeful days, she knew she would see him again one day. she knew she would see every mutant who relied on their mind and their mind alone again. and, yes, this was in the alternate world where she had broken down those walls with the help of the other escapees ( especially jack, dear lord ) and january. -- but, in any case, every single former essex resident had been through too much to afford being a coward. “ sawyer, ” she addressed, walking towards a bar stool that left one empty between the two ( would he want her to sit beside him ? he, who had never heard her talk ? she, who took joy when facing him ? she, who didn’t even have to speak in the ring to drive him (temporarily) mad ? she, who did not take him with her ? ) “ whaddya take ? it’s on me. ”
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ascrowesfly · 2 years
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O’Donahues; late night || @alchemiists
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“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Levi’s not unaccustomed to being stared at, between the way he dresses and the way he often acts, but. Tonight he’s a little drunk and a little less tolerant of it. “Because you’re lookin’ at me like you think I can, and I think you’re about to be disappointed.”
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yaren-avci · 2 years
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Apparently Club Nyx was the place to be, but two seconds of research told Ren it wouldn’t be her kind of place. God knows she’d probably have to schmooze at places like that once she was fully inducted as an Omega, so she wants to enjoy her last little moment of freedom. O’Donahues sounds way more up her street, and indeed the dingy little interior reminds her of Idaho (in a nice way).
"’Sup,” she says, flopping down into the seat next to Lai. Really she’s thrilled to be able to reconnect with her siblings at last (now that she’s actually an adult like the rest of them), but sentimentality is not within them. Ren’s got an iced tea, and the evening is balmy and gentle: perfect for relaxing in a beer garden. Lai had been easy to identify, of course: a cheetah doesn’t change her spots -- insert snarky laughter. Whether or not Lai will recognise her with the same ease is another question, since Ren was about twelve the last time they met, but since they’ve organised to meet, she likes to think it’ll be obvious enough. @surelai​
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seven-c23 · 2 years
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@gcldenrule​
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The impulse to be seen is a new feeling for Seven, to be seen as his real self that is. It’s the way Ezra fawned over him, called him beautiful. The way Fins lit up, the way Seven himself lit up seeing someone familiar. How could he hope to get that feeling, one of truly being seen if he’s always hiding? 
Seven still remains a coward though. He took Solomon’s payment: it was a smaller job, so he only has the evening to walk around as ‘Even’. The walk tonight is aimless, his feet taking him towards O’Donahue’s. Would they let him in, if he wasn’t wearing this human face? It doesn’t matter because he is looking human as he steps into the bar.
Those worries disappear, are quickly replaced with a frown and a name on his lips, heading straight for a familiar figure. Hunched over, empty glasses littering the table in front of him,“Will? Are you...” 
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