#libby lectures

[whoslibby]

simon when he catches you with a cigarette, it’s placed between your two fingers as you hold it. taking long drags from the familiar stick. ‘not good f’you,’ he tells you as if he’s all high and mighty with his little addiction.

‘really wanna go there?’ you questioned taking another drag, letting the smoke build up in your lungs. ghost walked over standing next to you taking the cigarette from your fingers, pulling his mask up to his nose. his scarred lip appearing as he placing the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. his eyes were piercing yours as he did it.

‘touché.’ he mutters placing the cigarette back into your hand as you exhale the smoke that once remained in your lungs. he copies you, releasing his smoke, the cloud leaving its smell as it leaves.

‘when d’you start?’ he grumbles, pulling out his own cigarette, placing it between his lips; grabbing a dark lighter as he lit it between his fingers.

‘few months ago,’ you tell him taking your final drag from the cigarette. stepping the cig out under your shoe into the floor. ‘bad habit,’ atleast you were self aware.

‘it is,’ he countered feeling it, it was something you hated but it was hard to quit. ‘how about,’ ghost had always been a bargaining man, he’d bargained with death itself he needed be. ‘you quit, I quit.’

this perked your interest, he had been smoking since the day you joined the force, a few years ago. ‘deal,’ there was no thought about it, if he could do it, you could certainly do it.

#libby lectures #mentions of cigarettes and addiction !! #simon ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod 141 #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mw2

[everjay-art]

I’ve recently been trying to be more intentional about writing things down that interest me and that I want to remember later, sort of like a very informal style of journaling (trying desperately to combat the combined impact of ADHD, chronic joint pain/fatigue, and autonomic dysfunction on my memory)

usually it’s an art idea or something that happened that day, sometimes it’s whatever this series of entries is lol

edit: somehow I managed to mistype Etruscans twice oh well 🙃

#I listen to a lot of history lecture audiobooks that I check out through Libby #I was listening to lectures on the Estruscans and classical Greek and Roman archeology at the time #honk that shoe is an inside joke with my partner about their snoring #I just think it’s funny to see all of these together lmao #neurodivergent #adhd #pots #autonomic dysfunction #heds #hypermobility #hypermobile ehlers danlos #chronic pain #chronically ill #memory loss #journaling #etruscans #pompeii #percy shelley #ok that’s enough tags

[ub-sessed]

Montréalais:

Est-ce qu'il y en a parmi vous qui utilisent l'appli Libby pour emprunter des livres en français? Je veux écouter les livres audios Arsène Lupin, mais je ne les trouves pas quand je fais le recherche sur Libby. J'en ai emprunté un sur le site web de la BAnQ, mais je ne réussis pas de l'ouvrir sur mon téléphone.

#arsène lupin #livres audio #libby #BAnQ #bibliothèque #bibliothèque et archives nationales du Québec #maurice leblanc #j'ai essayé LibriVox mais la lecture est insupportable

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

WE NEED SOME LYRA AND GRAY HCS 🙏

OKAYYYYY 🤭🤭🤭🙌

- grayson calls her “ms. kane” when he’s teasing her but usually just calls her “my love” or just “love” 🤭

- she’s the only one who can make him blush, and somehow managed to do it in front of his brothers. they all cheered and snapped a photo, but grayson went onto all of their phones and deleted it 💀

- whenever grayson plans a visit with gigi and sav they always make him bring lyra too because they “love her more than him” (in a joking way, but gray still told lyra and she found it funny)

- when grayson first met her parents, lyra forced him to wear a NORMAL outfit (normal pants and a nice shirt) and his brothers were all speechless when he left the house 😭😭

- whenever xander can’t get grayson to agree to something stupid, he always makes lyra ask (and he always say yes to her 🤭)

- he loves giving her nose kisses and she loves giving him forehead kisses

- before gray and lyra became a thing, gray used to wake up at around 5:30, but after they started dating and lyra started sleeping in his bed she made him get up at 7 instead because “nobody should be waking up at that time” (he’s lowk grateful for it though because he ends up feeling more energized when he does wake up)

- THIS ONES MORE A SPECIFIC SITUATION BUT STILL!!

- gray, lyra, avery, libby, max, xan, Jamie, and nash were all swimming in the pool to cool off on a hot day, when suddenly jameson pushes lyra into the pool (they’re besties so it was in a joking way 💀)

- gray gives him a look, and when lyra comes up for air and starts saying “ow, jameson you made me scrape my ankle really hard, I think it’s bleeding” the look turns into a lecture

- lyra puts a hand out for gray to hold and help her out, when suddenly her pained expression turns into a devilish grin. She tugs on his hand, and sends him flying into the pool. everybody starts laughing, when Xander’s eyes go wide and he starts telling lyra to swim to the little stairs thing that gets you out of the pool (help I forgot what it’s called 💀)

- lyra realizes at the same time what everyone else did, that she needed to swim away as fast as she could. why? because she, who is the most average and slow swimmer to ever walk this planet, just pushed a practically olympic swimmer into a pool. NOT a good idea. 💀

- she swims away, going underwater to help her move faster, when her legs suddenly get pulled from behind her. She gets spinned around and is suddenly face to face with grayson. he’s smiling, and has the same devilish expression that lyra wore earlier. taking her up with him for air, he puts an arm under her legs and one on her back and carries her out of the water baby style. xander grins and steps toward grayson, and suddenly he was carrying her ankles, and grayson was holding her arms. they threw her into the pool, and grayson teased her for the rest of the day for being a slow swimmer 🙄💗

- he’s very big on hand placement, so he always has a hand on her thigh or around her waist 🤭🙌

- lyra is a very light sleeper, meanwhile graysons a DEEP sleeper. because of this, lyra could bang pots and pans in the morning and still not wake him up, but if grayson tries to get her head off his chest with even the slightest movement in the morning she’ll immediately wake up 💀

- he’s obsessed with how she looks in dresses with the leg slit (😻) and always tells her how beautiful she looks wearing them

- grayson is in love with lyras voice, so whenever he’s having a panic attack she’s always there whispering sweet things in his ear, or even just stories that she grew up being read, and it always calms him down 😭💗💗

- acacia loves lyra and lyras mom (assuming she has a good relationship with her mom) loves grayson 🫶🫶

- grayson loves to braid lyras hair, so sometimes when she gets out of the shower and is about to go to bed he’ll braid it 💗💗

- grayson loves how she looks in dark red lipstick and can’t stop kissing her whenever she does wear it 🤭🤭

- and she loves how he looks in suits (although she’ll never admit it because she doesn’t want his ego to get somehow bigger 💀)

- grayson always has to lie about how much he spends on clothes/gifts for lyra cuz she’ll be mad if he spends too much 💀

- for example it’d go like this:

- “hey gray, how much did you spend on this necklace you got me?”

-“$60.”

-“are you sure? dont lie”

“……$600”

“are you serious?? that’s way too much to spend on a necklace!”

“okay, then you’re not gonna like the actual price..”

“why? what’s the actual price?”

“…”

“grayson…”

“just… just add one more zero…”

“$6000?????”

- because of that whole thing, she’s somehow convinced him to not spend too much money on her (he still does anyway 💀)

OKAY THATS ALL THANKS FOR THE REQUEST 🫶🫶

#lyra kane #grayson hawthorne #lyra and gray #lyra x grayson #the grandest game #the inheritance games #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #xander hawthorne #my hcs #jennifer lynn barnes #maxine liu #libby grambs

[lyrakanefanatic]

Okay so I honestly love making these the inheritance games hcs so I’m gonna do some more but with how the characters interact with kids!!

Nash: Loves them. He’s so patient and kind but he knows when to draw the line and lecture a kid when they misbehave. But every kid he’s ever met loves him 😭

Grayson: he’s good with kids but he’s too serious, so sometimes they think he’s mad at them or they’ll just be scared of him 💀

Jameson: He loves kids as well, but he definitely gets icked out by those iPad kids that always have snot on their faces and sticky fingers 💀 but overall he likes them and is very playful and kind

Xander: he will literally think he’s the kids bestfriend. Like they will have full on convos and he’ll just be playing with them unironically, doesn’t matter how old the kid is

Libby: SO SO SO SO GOOD with kids. They literally love her and would hug her every time they see her, and she’s just so kind and patient and playful, and I know she just always makes them laugh. Hard for her to say no to them though, because she just melts when she sees their cute little faces 😭💖

Avery: kind of awkward with kids at first, like if you sit a random 4 year old in front of her she won’t know what to do, but she warms up to them eventually. She would show them easy and tiny puzzles, and would invent the best games to play with them.

Max: out of all the kids shes talked to, she’s made 9/10 of them cry. Not because she’s mean, but just because she says the most stupid and random shit ever and sometimes make a kind of offensive joke that the kids just can’t help but cry. But for the 1/10 kids that she hasn’t made cry, she always makes jokes with them and takes the games they play SO seriously. Like if they’re playing house, she’s acting like a real mother with struggles 💀

Anyways yeah this is so random 💀

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu

[1989stanz]

Nash proposing to Libby

Hey, guess what? I wrote another fic. Why? Because I have no job.

Disclaimer:

Mentions of Nash Hawthorne, Libby Grambs and Alisa Ortega. Minor cursing.

English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there's any mistakes.

Word count: 9K (IT'S LIKE THE SHORTEST I CAN, OK?!)

While growing up, all Nash craved and dreamed of—whole heartily, soul consuming and passionately— was his grandfather approval. He just wanted to know that he did enough, that he was enough. All the old man lessons he kept in mind, so he would not make any mistakes the next time. Be perfect. Better. Stronger. That's what Tobias always praised. But it didn't take long for him to discover who his grandfather, the man he admired, was. And after that, how could he learn about what being extraordinary really meant from a man who was worse than the devil? The respect slowly started to go away, giving room for the need to stay away from. From his money. His house. His horrific lessons that Nash memorized, who seemed to age like milk in his brain, leaving the dreadful spoiled smell behind. Eventually, he just put in his head that his lectures were full of bullshit that he did not need. But he knew, deep in his soul and heart, that he would never forget one, no matter how much time passed by. It just didn't go away.

5 years later

Nash was 22 years old, and he just came home from a long trip around the country. He tried working at different jobs, since he wouldn't use his grandfather money to keep him alive and under a roof. Tried being a mechanic, because he understood a lot of cars and motorcycles. Chef, since he knew a thing or two about cooking. Worked at Target for a long period, for the reason that he simply liked his costumers. Makeup artist, 'cause why not? At the time, he found it more enthusiastic to work as a bartender, serving all kind of drinks and listening to people's stories. However, he usually had a hard time trying to get a job, since he even refused to use his real last name and had to use a fake ID. Fortunately, he knew how to convince someone that his name really was Nash Ortega. Maybe he could change after his marriage with Alisa. Sure, she was having a bad time accepting the fact that he wanted her to move on from his grandfather and get others clients, but she probably would give in. She loved Nash and already said that she wanted to have a life with him, so there was a high chance that they would make it through. Of course they would. Just because it was a minor argument, that didn't mean they wouldn't work out as a marriage couple. They would, and Nash was more than pleased to state that he couldn't wait any longer to runaway from the billionaire with the love of his life, Alisa. The woman he could only think 24/7. The one he always saw first in the mornings. The one and only he thought about having a family with. His heart pounded faster and harder just at the thought of his new life with his incredible wife. In fact, it beat so fast that it was the only thing he could hear at the quiet tree house. He took a moment to analyze it better. The Hawthornes were know for being magnificent when it came to luxury, always having really expensive and glorious things. Their own house and the others old man's properties were an example of it. But the tree house was out of curve, without anything really rich and embellished. It was like a normal tree house, the magic was on the memories. That's when Nash heard footsteps behind him, too fragile and languidness to belong to any of his brothers. Without turning around, he felt a light but firm hand on his shoulder. “It's beautiful, isn't it?”, the old man asked, and Nash couldn't keep himself from feeling a really pure disgusting feeling of his grandfather. Of everything that he had done. Yet, the Nash that once saw him as a father felt love. “It could be yours, all yours, if you choose to stay with Alisa.” His grandson threw his head back, laughing really hard. “Trying to manipulate me again, Tobias?”, he emphasized his name. No “grandfather” or “old man” for him today. The devil stood still, not appearing offended by his word or apologizing to his grandson. But the secret was that he would never say sorry to any of them—ever. He would die before it. “You're consistent, Nash,” he replied. “Resisting even when I offer you everything. That's what I love about you.” Nash snorted, “We both know that it isn't going to be me.” Tobias looked at Nash's eyes, his expression never giving a hint about his thoughts.

“Maybe you really aren't. But who cares? You decided years and years ago that you hated everything that was related to me, and you've been running away from me since them. And you have the audacity to say in front of my face that I'm manipulating you!”. The old man smiled, amused. “You took a decision years ago and stood with it, without any hesitation.”, he looked at Nash. “That's what you should do if you want to help people. I know you don't want my money, but don't hesitate, Nash. Never hesitate when making decisions to save someone. Be consistent, hard to deal with hesitation.”, he looked away. “If you don't be, the consequences can destroy you completely.” Nash felt like the old man was talking about his own experiences in life, but he didn't give a damn at the time. Or at least pretended to. He wasn't really good at pretending, if everything always came back to haunt him.

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Looking at the ring he just bought to Libby, this memory came back. Nash wasn't made for hesitation. He always thought about the right decision to make, and he stood with his decision no matter what. It was hard to change his mind. When he broke free from the old man, he was confident about it. When it came to his brothers, he was sure about every single decision. Even when he proposed to Alisa, he was more than certain about it. Of course, he was ignorant enough to think that Alisa would give up on the old man. She didn't, and it was terrifying to think about the things that Tobias did. The things he took away from Nash. But this time he wasn't there, which meant that he couldn't take Libby away. He was hers and this would never change. He was sure about everything that was about her, so why he got so nervous and insecure just by looking at the ring? Probably because he didn't know if she wanted it too. Libby loved Nash, but what if it was too early to take this step? What if it was the wrong kind of ring? What if the place wasn't adequate? And the most horrendous question: what if she wanted it, but not with him? There were so many doubts, and he didn't like to be so. . . Scared. That's it, Libby managed to get him scared. And unsure. But that's what he would find in a marriage life. Sometimes, being married isn't a straight road, and it's definitely not easy and secure. It was more like being in a road full of multiple turns and confused, mysterious and even scary streets. But once the streets are crossed, the rest is lovely. Not easy, but worth it. And Nash was ready for it.

Libby spent her entire life in Connecticut, and now that she had money and a food truck business, she wanted to travel to places that once were only part of an unreachable dream. Like Paris. Nash had the idea, and he planned everything for the two of them: booked a hotel, searched for restaurants that made her favorite foods, localized the most famous places that sold flowers—just in case— and he had every single day planned. Well, at least the second day had to strictly follow the plan.

They arrived late at night in Paris, Nash still feeling terrible from the flight, ate dinner and slept. Nash woke up at 5:00 am, anxiety not letting him sleep for long, and they left at 7:00 am.

The Eiffel Tower. Notre Dame. Palais Garnier. Louvre Museum. Champs-Élysées. Nash took her to visit all these places, loving to see the admiration in her face. He has been to Paris before, therefore there wasn't anything he hasn't seen—at least at the most famous locations. Even though he did not like expensive places, he really wanted to give this experience to Libby before proposing. And by the end of the day, they were exhausted. It was impossible to feel his toes, but he had to ask the important question to her. They were standing on a cliff, staring at the Eiffel Tower—which was pretty, he had to admit. “Nash, why did you randomly take me to Paris?” Libby asked, and he froze, unable to even look at her. But she glanced at him. “I know you would eventually take me to travel, but why right now?”

He gathered himself, his heart pounding fast. “I love you, Libby. You deserve to have a day like this one every day for the rest of your life”, he picked her chin, looking in her eyes. “But I brought you here today because I wanted to ask you something.” He dropped her chin, searching for the ring on his pocket. “You saved me in so many ways, Libby. You fixed what I thought could never be fixed. You loved me for what I am, and I want to be with you until I die. So,” he picked the box, “I really want to know.” Opening it carefully, he revealed the ring. If he wasn't shaking, sweating and so god-damn nervous, he would've noticed Libby's shy smile and her hands shaking. She was blushing, like him. Kneeling, he asked, “Lib, will you marry me?” Her smile grew more and more, happiness dominating her completely. She shook her head and said out loud, “Yes, Nash. I'll marry you. I love you so much.” Lib managed to say the last part with a quavering voice, tears falling down her cheeks. He got up from the ground, and she hugged him really tight, both with bright smiles. Nash kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was made for it and for nothing else, a soft and lovely kiss. His lips held an unspoken promise: “I will fight for you, love you, and always choose you. I'm yours, and I'll do everything I can to make you happy.” And they stood there, kissing, with happy tears in their eyes.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #nash hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #best seller books #books and reading

[roadtogracelandx45]

Paradise Undone| 1| S. McGarrett

Summary: Gracie isn’t the only reason why Danny Williams relocated to Hawaii, his youngest sister Emily is a nurse in the navy and is stationed at Pearl Harbor and is in an on again off again fling with Steven McGarrett.

His new partner. And Danny is dead set on keeping them apart as much as he wanted his sister happy, the last person he wanted her to be with was Steve McGarrett

@prettyinpayne @marycorleone

This wasn’t the first time that Emily Williams had been asked to come see her brother Danny, a police detective first with the New York Police department and now with the Honolulu police department, to patch him up and it wouldn’t be the last but this was the first time that the man she had been sleeping with on and off with was sitting on the rolling chair next to the desk. “Shit.” She cursed herself before she stepped into the office, “Danno? What did you do now?” Danny, who had been lecturing Steve, paused and smiled seeing her. “It was all him Em.” Emily finally met Steve’s dark eyes and was glad to see the surprise in them. The last time they had seen each other, they had been in Japan and she was getting ready to ship back out to the states.

“And who is he?”

Danny was oblivious to the uneasy stare between the two, he was eager to start another long bitching session about his new partner and his sister usually listened. “Steve McGarrett.” Danny asked as she started looking at the wound on his shoulder.

“As in the McGarrett case?” She glanced over at Steve who was putting two and two together, Emily had told him stories about her siblings, especially her stuffy older brother.

“Yeah. He got me shot Em? Can you believe that?” The older Williams sibling questioned turning his head to watch his sister work.

“Not really, you got held hostage before, and had to have knee surgery after that case with Libby went wrong. So this doesn’t surprise me at all.” She answered, “didn’t you have the paramedics look at this?” “Why? When I have a nurse on speed dial?” Danny asked, “Em here is in the navy too but her contract is up soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, folding his arms, eyes never leaving the siblings, curious. Emily was the exact opposite of his new partner, she had always been quick to laugh and enjoy herself while Danny wasn't that.

“Supposedly she wants to stay. God knows why.”

“Three things Danno, beach, warm weather and you and Gracie.” Emily paused as she opened an alcohol wipe, “and there is no Clara,” Clara was their mother who along with their two sisters Bridgett and Stella were very interested in when Emily was going to settle down and have kids.

“That is our mother.” Danny started before wincing when she dug her gloved thumb into the wound in annoyance . “I know that Daniel but she doesn’t harp on you. “When are you going to have kids Emily? You are such a young and pretty girl.”

Unable to help himself Steve coughed out a laugh, he had heard that impression one too many times which caused Emily to laugh. “Do you two know each other?” Danny asked after a heartbeat, “you can’t know each other.”

“We know each other.” They both answered.

“No, no Emily! Wait, this isn’t the guy you shacked up with in Cuba is it?” Emily pressed her lips together in a tight line so she wouldn’t start laughing outright.

“Emily Anne! Tell me the truth.”

“No comment.” she risked a glance over to Steve who was studying her every movement. “Do you need me to pick up Gracie after school?” Being able to have a relationship with her niece was part of the reason why she jumped on being stationed at Pearl Harbor.

“Emily! Tell me the truth.” Danny had glossed over her question like she had expected him too and he was furious. Like Matthew, their brother, he was fiercely over protective of Emily and their other sisters.

“Yes, okay?” she snapped back as she started bandaging the wound. “But you have no room to talk, Daniel. You are the one who ended up marrying someone you pulled over.” Another quiet laugh escaped Steve, he had heard all about her brother’s ex-wife after she found out that she had filed for divorce causing a smile to twitch on the corner of her mouth. “You told a total stranger about my personal life?”

The younger Williams sibling smiled then, “Well yeah, he's a good listener and I had to have someone to talk to. And I was not going to use the satellite phone to call Clara.”

Groaning Danny dropped his chin to his chest, “You two are going to put me in an early grave.”

“Don't be so dramatic Danny.” Emily rolled her eyes, “We both know that it will be Rachel and step Stan.”

“Step Stan?” Steve stepped in, unable to help himself, now that he was putting faces with names, things started making sense and he wanted to try and diffuse the situation mostly for Emily’s sake.

“Rachel's new husband. He seems nice.” The younger sibling returned. “You only say that because he tried to buy your affection too.” Steve and Emily exchanged a look with furrowed brows. “Are you still bitter that I attended the wedding for Gracie’s sake?” Danny huffed as he stood up and went into one of the glass offices. “Grace begged and pleaded for me to go, I was on leave.” she informed as she started gathering up the used supplies to throw them away, “I tried to talk Rachel out of it, including offering to be her getaway driver.” “Does he know that?” Emily shook her head, “He wouldn't listen, probably never will.”

#ash writes #series: Paradise undone #oc: Emily Williams #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five o imagine #hawaii five o fan fiction #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett fan fiction #steve mcgarrett imagine

[birgittesilverbae]

prompt em consider... dads!shan has big BLÅHAJ and libby has baby blåhaj (in lower case shhhh... he baby) (shan got them matching set ok ok)

& they r like... doing a shark attack on bea & bea is like 'shan!' & then they both get a lecture about 'spreading selachimorpha misinformation'

The living room is in shadow, lit only by the flickering light of the TV. Beatrice, curled on her side on the couch, runs a thumbnail down the seam joining the front and side panel of the seat cushion beneath her head. On-screen, the camera pans across an empty beachfront, a hint of a dark fin slicing through the water. The soundtrack picks up, and Beatrice's breathing rate escalates in time, watching as two small boats capsize, spilling their occupants into the water. The fin parts the waves like a needle through silk, and the hairs stand up on the back of Beatrice's neck.

Something's changed in the air, she thinks, has sent shivers running down her spine as a man treads water, unaware of the imminent danger closing in on him. Her mouth twists ruefully, her fingers encircling the bareness of her left ring finger and squeezing, twisting.

A creak behind her, the shark driving up out of the water in front, something soft and solid launched over the back of the couch and landing on her. A concerted crow of "Shark!" Beatrice shrieks, then coughs, works her hands up beneath plush fabric to cover her face. She groans, and raucous laughter comes in response.

A heavier object rolls over the back of the couch, lands solidly on her stomach, squirming and giggling. Beatrice cracks her eyes open and reaches out to caress the side of Libby's head.

"Gotcha," Libby bubbles, poking Beatrice in the chest with her tiny stuffed shark.

"You got me," Beatrice agrees placidly. She shoves the larger shark away from her face and dips her head to kiss Libby's forehead. "You think of that all on your own?"

Libby shakes her head, tilts it towards the rear of the couch. "Aunt Shan helped."

"Oh, did she now?"

"Mhmm."

Beatrice taps Libby on the nose. "Your Aunt Shannon should know better than selachimorpha misinformation."

Shannon rises from behind the couch, twisting and turning until her back gives an unsettling crack. "Your Aunt Shannon can't even pronounce seal-chimp misinformation," she replies, ruffling Libby's hair. "And," she continues, turning to Beatrice, "I'm not the one watching the movie that completely altered public perception and fear of sharks."

"I just needed to make my brain stop for a bit," Beatrice sighs, sitting up out of the way as Shannon vaults over the back of the couch and reaches across her for the remote.

"Baba, what's seal-chimp misinfo'mation?"

"Selachimorpha," Beatrice corrects gently, pulling her blanket back around her shoulders. "Selachimorpha misinformation. People telling hurtful lies about sharks." She glances up at the screen as title cards rush past. "Shan, can you look for that BBC show? I can't remember what it's called."

"Shark?"

"Yes, the one about sharks."

"No, I mean it's literally called 'Shark'." She grabs up her shark plush again and presses its snout to Beatrice's cheek. "On it, kiddo."

#ask #daisychainsandbowties #fic: dads #myfic #mywn #warrior nun #sister beatrice #shannon masters

[vashtijoy]

Hi! I really enjoy reading your analyses and thoughts, they're always so articulate and well thought out. Making me go "woah... woah!!" every time I read them haha <3 I'm curious if you have any headcanons on Joker or any interpretations of him that you particularly like ^^ Hope you have a good day!

Thank you, anon! Sorry to say I'm very much a one-trick pony, and I leave all the interesting Joker pondering to my QPP and partner-in-crime Libby/@nardaviel, who writes the Ren to my Goro. I love Joker very, very dearly, he just doesn't make me sit up in the middle of the night going OH FUCK THAT'S WHY—

That said, I mentioned this to Libby and she has kindly written an incredible guest essay, just for you. Enjoy.

...

Thanks for coming to my guest lecture! Today I'll be talking about Joker since it seems Vashti just defers to me for his characterization, which is news to me as much as it is to you, since she writes him so well.

Before we venture into territory that's more headcanony, here's the stuff that's more grounded in canon:

His parents are financially stable and support his physical needs, but are emotionally neglectful. Like. Joker is tall, he's healthy, they send him belongings when he goes to Tokyo. But then again, they send him to their friend's barista in another city and never call to check up on him. I've read a lovely fic where the lack of communication was because of a misunderstanding: A Year to Fill an Empty Home by Turandot. But it says a lot that the author had to really work hard to make it possible, I think. (Please be aware that Vashti hasn't read that fic, if that matters to you! It's my rec.)

He doesn't live in the ass-end of nowhere before canon. You can see tall buildings in the background of the Shido flashback, and also, why would Shido be in the ass-end of nowhere? Vashti and I decided he lives in Mito, the prefectural capital of Ibaraki, but that was partly just so we had a specific place for him to be for our RP. It fits, though, I think. Some taller buildings but not all that built up, and Shido would have more reason to visit a prefectural capital in Kanto than another random city of the same size, especially one further from Tokyo.

He had friends and a social life before his conviction. I'm not saying he was a social butterfly, but he seems so shocked and withdrawn in the animated cutscene at the start of the game, and it seems to me that if he was used to being a pariah his reaction wouldn't be so extreme. I also think he dated a couple of times pre-conviction, though it never got serious, and has had his first kiss before he gets to Tokyo, but that really does start to stray into pure headcanon territory.

He's real smart and can pick anything up incredibly quickly. I don't even know if this counts as a headcanon, actually. Look at how good he gets at whatever he chooses to get good at. Coffee. Curry. Billiards. School. Fighting. Making infiltration tools. Flower arranging. Shogi. My guy just has a big wrinkly brain.

He likes being whatever his confidants need. It doesn't feel like a burden to him, it feels rewarding. He needs to be needed, and also, the more they talk about themselves, the more they ask for his help, the more he gives them whatever facet of himself they vibe with, the less he has to reveal of his entire true self, which he has a horror of. I feel like that comes from his upbringing, that sense that people want him to be helpful, they don't want him to be him. It would suit his parents' vibe, and it's deeply embedded in Joker's psyche. It's really not healthy in the long run and it'll wear him out, but I think he chooses it. A lot of the time I see this conception of the PTs as taking and taking and never giving back. And there's some element of truth in that, I guess, but then when you max out their confidants, they all tell Joker they want to be there for him in return. And he just never takes them up on it at all. He doesn't want to.

However! I think Goro brings out something a lot closer to Joker's true self. Goro doesn't ask him for anything, Goro just challenges him, and Joker thrives when challenged--but Goro also requires kindness, especially around the midpoint of the confidant and at the end, and Joker bleeds kindness from every pore. Joker is kind and a daredevil and twisty and kind of a little shit, and Goro brings all that out. He's where Joker can be himself, even though Joker also has to navigate all the Metaverse shit while they're hanging out.

Joker doesn't feel like a fully realized person exists under all the fronts he puts on. The lyrics to Beneath the Mask put this idea in my head, and it fits, you know? If you play a part for long enough, you start to believe the act is all you are. He hasn't sat down and rationally come to this conclusion or anything, it's just a feeling he has on a really deep level. Being a wild card, switching personas back and forth and fusing them together, doesn't help.

The only way to really corrupt Joker is by playing on his fear for his friends, and even that's tough. The Yaldabaoth and Maruki bad ends are both like that, Joker caving and letting a shitty new world form because he can't bear to lose his friends. But in both endings, his friends aren't just threatened, they're already gone. Joker's watched the PTs die, he's heard Goro die. He has to be able to handle some level of threat to them, or he would be an awful leader; it's just when the worst has already happened that the game option appears for him to be unable to handle it. For an idea of what a Joker unable to handle leading the PTs into danger would look like, here's a stunning Strikers fic: Daredevil, You've Hit the Wall by ez_cookie (also solely my rec). I can 100% imagine that he might be like this after P5 canon, but it is after P5 canon. He's not like that during the game.

He is angry as fuck. He doesn't spend every hour of every day seething, but it's always there, ready to light up. He's been angry since his first arrest and it's going to take a whole lot longer than one year for him to get over it, if he ever does. He has nerves of absolute steel and is almost impossible to intimidate, though I suspect the interrogation room might have given him some specific buttons that can be pressed. But if he's not being clapped in handcuffs, like... I think of him glaring at shadow Kamoshida, which is extra disrespectful in a Japanese context, when he and Ryuji are in their dungeon cell about to be killed in a situation too surreal to comprehend. And everyone being understandably freaked out when Yaldabaoth's true form is revealed, and then you see Joker just standing there with his fists clenched.

He has specific principles that he adheres to, at times at the cost of his own safety, but sometimes the principles are not what you might expect a hero's principles to be. Morgana says, "This might kill Kamoshida btw," and Joker's just like, "I guess that's just a risk we have to take." And he lets Ann make her own decision in that regard. Arsene comes with eiha, a curse spell. Joker isn't an antihero at all, don't get me wrong, but he's a hero with a dark aspect.

He's incapable of leaving well enough alone when someone is suffering. Chasing Ann through the metro station, for one thing, and being, if you'll forgive me, very stupidly obvious about solving his confidants' problems in the Metaverse. A bleeding heart. And once he's decided to do something, he's going to do it, and good fucking luck to you if you want to stop him.

But he also enjoys messing around. He teases his friends. He plays little pranks. He bullshits with a totally straight face just to see what happens. He shows off during billiards games. He likes playing video games and reading and other normal hobbies. He's a kid, you know? A remarkable kid, but still just a kid.

In the Metaverse, he's able to be his flashier self, which is not very socially acceptable in reality, especially if you're a delinquent trying very hard not to draw attention to yourself. He has a great time showing off for his friends some more, being ruthless with shadows, and saying some truly wild things when he attacks. I think a big part of it is that he has all that anger and its only real outlet is screaming DIE, DIE, DIE as he rips into shadows. Or, more seriously, summoning all that rage out of his heart and using it to fight back the only way he can.

He comes out of the game extremely disillusioned with law enforcement and the government. One idealistic Diet member confidant isn't nearly enough to counterbalance all of That.

And venturing more into headcanon territory:

Before the conviction, he was just kind of a normal dude. He was restless, because Joker is an adrenaline junkie lol, and he often felt like he was useless. But he was just a kid who hung out with his friends, and studied, and tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He'd worked out that he wanted to do something that made a difference, but that was about it. He'd never thought much about police corruption or any of that. He'd heard about it but he never really thought it would touch him...

His lawyer told him around the time of his trial that his eyes made him look like a criminal, which is where the fake glasses come from. When he isn't wearing them, his eyes are so intense, so I hc that his poor, doomed defense lawyer gave him the giant ugly glasses to kind of blunt the effect. And Joker never ever forgot those words. Your eyes make you look like a criminal. So he kept wearing them. Which is why he takes them off at the end of the game! He finally feels free of the weight of other people's judgment.

He was never super-expressive, but after his conviction he realizes that if he shields himself behind a blank face (and big fake glasses), it's almost like the people who are giving him the side-eye and gossiping about him are talking about someone else. Then that skill becomes useful when he has to hide that he's a wanted criminal lol.

He almost feels like he becomes a different person when he's Joker, not in a multiplicity sort of way but just in that the feeling of being ostracized vanishes, and it takes a lot of uncertainty and anxiety with it.

He cries when he tells Goro he'll stop Maruki. Not full-on sobbing but tears on his face. Then he lies in bed that night and tries to turn himself into someone who can march into Maruki's palace and fight with all his heart to destroy him, knowing that he's fighting to kill the guy he loves. He folds himself smaller and smaller and stuffs himself into a little corner of his mind, and the rest of him empties of everything but the necessity of what he has to do. ...which means on 2/3 he's extremely grim and businesslike all day, but he gets the fucking job done. Then he finds himself in solitary confinement with nothing to do but think about all the ways he failed Goro, so that's cool.

No matter what I do, I can't imagine a universe in which Joker doesn't have some kind of postcanon mental health crisis. Between the trauma of the interrogation room, the trauma of everything that happened with Goro, the trauma of dying in Shibuya after all his friends died in front of him, not to mention everything in the Metaverse beforehand, and how he was treated by society for a year, and how between early November and Valentine's Day he jumped from one terrifying disaster to the next worse disaster... and all the guilt he must feel for, essentially, wiping out an entire reality and murdering everyone there that was alive again, or that would have been born... Even if he stayed in Tokyo, he would crumple without the next crisis forcing him to keep it together a little longer. But he doesn't stay in Tokyo. He goes home and exchanges Sojiro for his parents, and all his friends and confidants for only Morgana.

He dissociates sometimes, even after the postcanon mental health crisis has passed. He learns it in the interrogation room, and once you've learned how to do it, you don't forget. Specifically, he feels like he's a few layers removed from everything that's happening.

More cheerfully: Like I said before, he's a little shit. He says obnoxious things and makes bad puns on purpose because it's funny when people get annoyed. He's the kind of guy who would know full well Han shot first, and because of that, look a Star Wars fan in the face and say, with utter seriousness, "Yeah, but we all know Greedo shot first."

He loves Goro for his cleverness and his bright, scintillating determination, and his cynicism, which strikes a chord in Joker after his conviction. And his devotion, as well, which Goro would think he was imagining but Joker can see it. Goro understands him, and he needs Joker's entire self: kind, giving, competitive, cynical, stubborn, sometimes provocative. And that's impossible for Joker to resist.

I'm sure there's a lot of stuff I've forgotten, but I think that's the outline of my picture of Joker. I am a torturer of characters so a lot of this is angst-focused, but I don't think Joker's entire existence is suffering. His friends bring him a lot of happiness, and his work with the Thieves is fulfilling, though maybe less so at the end.

#asks #persona 5 #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #p5 meta

[joseopher]

GUYS, I FOUND A BROOKLYN 99 AUDIO THAT IS PERFECT FOR THE ATLAS SIX

[This takes place sometime early in book 1]

[We open scene in the library, Dalton is standing there prepared to start his lecture, but no one is paying any attention. They're all looking at the clock. Or rather Nico sitting on top of one of the tables staring at the clock more intently than everything he's ever stared at anything in his entire life]

Nico: Wait for it...Wait for it...

[The clock's hand moves]

Nico: 9:01, Libby Rhodes is officially late for the first time ever!

[Nico smiles, perhaps it's meant to look sinister, instead, he looks like a child that just stole an extra cookie]

Nico: Alright, let's do this! Who's go theories?

Tristan: Uh, alarm didn't go off?

Nico: All three alarms? All with battery backup? Come on, who wants to take this seriously?

Reina: She was taken in her sleep.

Nico: That's what I'm talking about! Super dark Reina, but way more possible than Tristan's ridiculous alarm clock theory.

Parisa, with a slow seductive voice: I bet she touched herself in bed too tight and got stuck.

[Callum inspects imagery dirt from underneath his nail]

Callum: Hmm, maybe she fell into another dimension where she's interesting.

[The door opens and Atlas enters the library]

Atlas, sounding monotone: It's 9:00 AM, why hasn't the lecture started?

Nico: Libby Rhodes is a few minutes late and we're all trying to guess why.

Atlas: Well, I can play.

[The others exchange glances]

Atlas: Hmm I'd say she's in line at the bank.

[The room is silent]

Atlas: This is fun.

Nico: It is fun, but you're all wrong! She clearly slipped through a subway grade and is having terrible sex with a mole man.

[The door is thrown open and Libby runs in]

Nico: There she is!

[Nico's face turns into a mockery of serious]

Nico: Rhodes where have you been we've been worried sick!

[Nico gestures at them all, Parisa has started reading the book in front of her, Reina is glaring at a fern in the corner, Callum and Tristan have started whispering judgments about the whole situation to each other and Dalton is staring at Parisa's breasts. Atlas, however, seems engaged]

Nico, at Libby: Do you care to explain yourself?!

Libby, flustered: I'm just seventy seconds late, it's not a big deal, don't worry about it!

Atlas, sternly: Miss. Rhodes, you will tell us and you will tell us now.

Rhodes: There...was a problem at the bank.

Atlas: HOT DAMN!

[Atlas begins to perform a victory dance]

#the atlas six #the atlas series #libby rhodes #nico de varona #callum nova

[whoslibby]

I'm a sucker for whimpering men so I'm politely asking to be in-between Jschlatt's thighs, like his thighs softly squeezing around me‼️ THIGH KISSES AND SLOPPY HEAD GRGRGGR I just want to make him my bitch and my wife at the same time. hear me out.

lay on the bed, his head between your thighs so pussy drunk mumbling ‘so-so sweet angel,’ as he continues to lap at your pussy like its gonna run out. his mouth pulling to pull kisses at your thighs, his hands snaking up to grip them, your poor cunnie over stimmed as he kept sucking on that nub. ‘doin’ so good lovie,’ he mumbled as your hands are in his hair hes whimpering just from tasting you, rutting his hips into the bed. he could cum just from how good you taste.

#i dont write smut so #libby lectures #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt #x reader #x you #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n

[rosellemoon]

Having watched Sabrina the Teenage Witch, the mean girl, Libby, is arguably worse than Sophie. Whereas Sophie just wants to be loved and feel valued/important, Libby wants to rule and exclude. She wants to feel in control of a group. This was cleverly shown in season 1, episode 9, where Sabrina turns her into a geek to teach her a lesson in empathy, only for Libby to turn the geeks into a powerful clique. Sophie, who welcomed everyone to her lunchtime lectures, is really not so bad in comparison. Libby also tried to take over the world as Sabrina.

I like to imagine that, in another universe, Libby is Agatha's sister instead of Sophie. Libby is true, 100% Evil (or maybe 99.9%, considering how differently she treats her grandma). Libby doesn't want love; she wants power. If she were in The School for Good and Evil series, I think she would've made a truly formidable, despicable villain. Imagine the School Master needing Evil's love to defeat Evil's WORST.

Personally, I'd take dealing with Sophie over Libby any day.

#the school for good and evil #sabrina the teenage witch #sophie of woods beyond #libby chessler #sge spoilers

[riddles-n-games]

Ok y’all, I got to vent. Throughout the series, one of the SEVERAL things that drove me insane was Alisa and Oren bossing around Avery, more specifically Alisa. Like, she kept telling Avery what she wanted her to do in exchange for what Avery wanted her to do; it’s like, gurl, that’s not how it works. You’re her lawyer which means you’re her employee, no negotiating whatsoever and in all honesty, half the things she asked of her made no sense to me when Libby was still her guardian and Avery was regarded as a minor at the time. Including the risky move from the hospital when she was in the middle of a COMA in likely critical condition. Screw the inheritance, none of that will matter if she died due to her gutsy idea. Plus, if Libby hadn’t agreed to that move or signed off on it, technically, Alisa had made a seriously grave mistake on disobeying Avery’s guardian. That could have easily cost her the job at the firm. It made no sense to me why in the first place Alisa was scheduling things the way she was or organizing things for her; she’s a lawyer not a life coach or personal assistant. And, I feel like in many ways she underestimated Avery like in The Final Gambit when she came strolling back in and said how she doesn’t know what she’s doing or that she shouldn’t have called the cops. Cue intense eyerolling. On the other hand, we have Oren. I get that he’s her head of security and all, that Tobias left him in her service, and I really loved that they had a good relationship but there were times when I was also heavily annoyed with the body guards. If she doesn’t want security, she has a right to not want it at that moment even if she is in possible danger or whatever. They work for her, not the other way around. For instance, Eli, when he was with her at school and she wanted him not so close or to leave her alone never listened. It’s like, last I checked, even if you report to Oren, she’s your boss and what she says, goes. Half the time, I wanted her to tell off the body guards because they kept pushing it on her and no one respected that. When Oren told her in The Inheritance Games that he would gladly go over the protocols with her every day until it stuck, I really got annoyed because again, I bet that when Tobias Hawthorne said something to his security, that word was LAW including if he wanted to be left alone. If I were in Avery’s spot, I would have made it very clear that I was the one making those rules now. I don’t get why Avery kept being lectured by her so-called employees. On that note, the damn Laughlins weren’t much better, probably the worse with all of the false accusations they made against Avery but that’s another post for another time. 

Thank you for reading.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #avery kylie grambs #libby grambs #john oren #alisa ortega #a very risky gamble #tig #thl #tfg #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[dark-nymph3t]

You're welcome Libby! I'm always going to be here for you whenever you need it, never forget that, and I understand how you feel about how easy it is to relapse again and to go back into old habits again, I've been through a situation similar to that were I just felt like going back into my old habits and the thoughts just stay in the back of my head. Even if you feel like you aren't "recovered" anymore I think otherwise, you're worthy of love and happiness and I believe making a normal mistake does NOT automatically mean you ruined your recovery journey and not 100% recovered anymore.

I really wish there was a way I could give you advice on this but I personally never relapsed where it involved self harm so I really don't know what I can do to help you in your situation. I genuinely really wish I could. All I'll say is that whatever you do, I hope you know that you're NOT broken or can't ever fully recover, its possible, you just need to keep pushing forward and have patience, recovery can take years to happen. I know you're strong and can do this Libby, I know you can. If you ever need to talk to someone please don't ever be afraid to reach out to me or anyone else you feel comfortable talking too.

And thank you so much btw! I hope I do fine on my chemistry exam but we'll see 😅 and dw I'm drinking my water every day!! I hope you're remembering to drink water too Libby!! Take care of yourself my friend! <333

You are the actual best Clo I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you, thank you so much

Yeah, like the thoughts suck, they just creep on you out of nowhere and all of the sudden you have the sick feeling to just go and do it again and it’s like, no, no, like I can’t. Like I know I’m not broken and this is normal but I can’t fight back my brain’s automatic urge to make myself think that, if that makes any sense.

GOOD, I always forget to take care of myself during finals cause of the stress, it’s good that you’re not. Weird thing, but ask your teacher if you can have a small snack with you during the exam, helps keep your energy up during it. AND EAT BREAKFAST THE DAY OF THE EXAM IF YOURE ABLE TO. This is probably coming off as too lectur-y I’m sorry lol

And no matter what, as long as you tried you best, it does not matter what your score is, I’m proud of you either way <3

#tw sh implied #ask #ask box #ask response #friend ask #friend response #Clover <3

[saraiisstanky]

I made a TikTok vid for Miles :D

(Marcus boyfriend- son of Aphrodite)

Miles went to camp at 9 years old. He stayed year round because he was being neglected at home and wanted to find himself at camp.

He was claimed on his 11th birthday and at that point he was taken under the wing of Libby (the girl in the first image taking his glasses), his older half sister. She and their other bitchy half sisters wanted to change Miles. (Originally they wanted a pet project to work on and being that he was new they took it upon themselves to fix him up)

Libby was the mastermind behind everything and made it so Miles didn’t wear glasses, followed skin care routines, bathed, dressed, talked, acted, and ate a certain way.

She ridiculed his every habit from biting his nails to how he ate. Miles eats a lot, more than a usual person but it never affects his health/weight. He would eat/snack around 20 times a day and Libby found it disgusting so she limited him to the typical 3.

But at that point Miles self esteem was at a low and he started taking it upon himself to exaggerate her demands. He ate up to nothing for weeks and vomited when he did, he cleaned his skin excessively and aggressively to the point he’d bleed, and he became bitter and rude to the people around him

Libby didn’t care too much unless she found something to lecture him about (his posture, his laugh, his choice of activity) At 16 she left camp finally and Miles tried to undo all the changes she forced onto him years ago

He started by finding hobbies he genuinely enjoyed, tried to eat more, and stopped hanging out with the more toxic ones of his siblings. By 17 Miles wanted to branch out and make friends. He met Ryder, Bee, and Marcus and thought to befriend them as a test run since they were ‘unpopular’ and would be a different choice than what Libby would have picked for him (tho he wasn’t aware that picking his friends that way was rude)

#Miles Baker #trigger warning #tw puke #tw eating disorder #tw eye strain #art #pjo #hoo #oc art #doodles #toa #oc #pjo oc #ocs #Aphrodite cabin #Libby Beaupre

[harveyiii]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: harvey hargrove the third & open

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ harvey doesn’t know why he’s here so he’s drinking beer and trying to pretend like it’s not weird 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the arcade @ the drive in!

Harvey doesn’t know why the fuck he’s here, so he’s been drinking beer and trying to pretend it’s not weird. Nobody said it was working - it’s not - but the saving grace of having the Southsiders play nice for the night? At least it means that every dirty look he’s been at the receiving end of will probably result in no more than a sneer, instead of thrown fists... At least it means that his Dad will probably nod, and say ‘Good job,’ when he got home from the gathering he was forced into on the Southside instead of continuing the fickle game of sighing and cold shouldering his only son.  That’s how it had been since they had all found Lux’s car. Silence, unless he was being lectured; tension, unless Harvard had enough energy to sigh and point at whatever he needed from Harvey. It was understandable. He knew that his son was hiding something, and Harvey knew he knew... at least he thought it was probably something to do with the broken window on the ‘77 Beetle instead of the gun that was hidden beneath Harvey’s - 

The panic probably would have crashed over him if the sound of the movie starting to his left hadn’t done it first. His eyes flickered toward his car that was parked in a row - the Camaro tonight, with Libby Logan as it’s unmovable front-seat accessory - but he knew he’d just get antsy if he went to try and watch the movie with her. There was too much to look out... Too much to think about. Too many Southsiders to silently piss off with nothing more than the presence of him and his family’s history. 

So, instead, Harvey ventured his way into the arcade. He felt like a little kid again as he swept his eyes over game cabinets, and felt the sparkle of their sounds in his ears. When was the last time he had even carried a quarter? He didn’t know, but after shoving a $20 into the change machine, he wasn’t sure his pockets ever felt so full. 

“I got next game --” Harvey kept his words simple as he slipped one of his coins on top of the machine - his eyes focused on the other’s game... Just as they totally ate it, and ‘GAME OVER!’ danced across the screen. 

“Damn, dude. I was kind of expecting you to last longer than that,”  What was he supposed to do but laugh? “Maybe you should just take my quarter. Practice a little before a Hargrove totally kicks your ass at Pac Man.” 

#cusastart #episode 4: the southside