#nine is the dad-est of them all so far

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The Doctor’s gender has always been “dad”. 

#doctor who #all the doctors #first doctor #second doctor #third doctor #fourth doctor #fifth doctor #sixth doctor #seventh doctor #eighth doctor #war doctor #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #fugitive doctor #thirteenth doctor #dorky space dad #nine is the dad-est of them all so far

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˗ˏˋ rohan kaur ⟶ introduction

rohan kaur picked up their key from the front desk nine months ago. the thirty-seven year old uses he/him pronouns and is a oceanographer from london, england. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like dev patel, and the character they identify with most is dick grayson from batman. santa moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay. ( s/star, 25, she/her, est, )

B A S I C S

˗ˏˋ full name ⟶ rohan kaur ˗ˏˋ age ⟶ thirty-seven ˗ˏˋ pronouns ⟶ he/him ˗ˏˋ place of birth ⟶ falmouth, england ˗ˏˋ star sign ⟶ scorpio

I N T E R V I E W ( bio & backstory )

I:  can  you  state  your  full  name,  age,  and  how  long  you’ve  been  living  at  santa  moenda,  for  the  record  ?

R:  he  takes  a  seat  across  from  the  interviewer,  his  posture  stiff  and  his  eyes  glued  to  the  porcelain  tiles  beneath  their  feet.  it’s  clear  he’s  not  used  to  being  in  front  of  the  camera, and much prefers the other way around.  “  rohan  kaur.  i  just  turned  thirty  seven.  i’ve  been  here  nine…  “  he  trails  off  as  he  checks  his  watch  to  confirm  the  date.  “  …yeah.  nine  months.  give  or  take.  ”

I:  let’s  start  at  the  beginning  :  where  were  you  born  ?  what  is  your  family  like  ?

R:  “  i  was  born  off  the  coast  of  england,  in  a  town  called  falmouth.  my  amma  ——  my  mom  ——  was  a  expert  in  marine  biology,  and  she  travelled  around  a  lot,  always  coming  back  with  these  stories  about  the  islands  she  visited  and  the  animals  she  saw.  i  had  two  sisters  growing  up    ;  one  older,  one  younger.  yeah,  i  know…  ——  “  he  titters  nervously,  “  ——  never  trust  a  middle  child.  oh.  and  there’s  my  dad.  he’s  just  a  salesman.  or  he  was  ?  i  think  he  retired  last  year.  “

I:  what  was  your  childhood  like  ?  

R:  “  my  childhood  was  pretty  standard,  as  far  as  childhoods  go.  we  were  all  crammed  into  this  little  pastel  yellow  house  right  on  the  beach.  i  got  lucky.  i  didn’t  have  to  share  my  room  because  i  was  the  only  boy,  but  my  sisters  were  constantly  arguing  on  the  other  side  of  the  wall  so  it  really  didn’t  make  much  difference.  “  again,  he  gives  a  nervous  chuckle,  though  this  one  has  a  hint  of  nostalgia  to  it.  “  my  dad  was  out  caretaker.  my  mom  was  out  on  expeditions  a  lot,  though  she  always  made  sure  to  call  us  provided  she  had  signal  ——  sometimes  you  don’t,  out  in  the  middle  of  the  ocean  ——  and  she  always  brought  us  back  trinkets  from  the  places  she  had  been.  and  stories.  from  the  kind  of  storyteller  she  was  you  would  think  she  has  been  single-handedly  fighting  jeff  bezos  and  climate  change  on  the  open  waters,  or  wrestling  giant  squid  without  a  wetsuit.  “  he  smiles  fondly,  “  we  had  a  lot  of  picnics,  too,  by  the  beach  and  the  water.  my  parents  would  take  us  down  early  in  the  morning  to  explore  the  tidepools  and  the  creatures  living  in  them.  i  used  to  have  a  whole  box  of  seashells  i  stored  like  treasure  under  my  bed  that  i  wouldn’t  let  my  parents  get  rid  of.  we’d  try  to  spot  harbour  dolphins  in  the  channel.  i  don’t  think  we  ever  did,  but  me  and  my  sisters  all  used  to  say  we  did  to  make  each  other  jealous.  “

I:  what  kind  of  kid  were  you  ?

R:  “  me  ?  “  he  looks  caught  off  guard  by  the  question.  he  doesn’t  want  to  talk  about  himself  ——  he  much  prefers  reminiscing  about  his  family  home.  he  thinks  about  it  for  a  minute.  “  quiet.  people  used  to  say  that  a  lot.  they’d  ask  my  dad  if  i  was  okay.  i  was.  i  just  didn’t  have  anything  to  say.  i  read  a  lot  ;  adventure  stories,  mostly.  anything  i  could  get  my  hands  on  at  the  library  or  whatever  i  could  convince  my  parents  to  buy  me  when  we  went  to  the  bookstore.  i  read  moby  dick  when  i  was  too  young  to  understand  and  cried  because  i  didn’t  realize  the  whale  was  supposed  to  be  the  villain.  ”  he  winces,  lips  pursing  together  tightly.  “  that’s  kind  of  embarrassing  to  have  on  record,  huh  ?  oh  well.  my  mom  used  to  say  i  had  a  heart  that  was  as  fragile  as  a  jellyfish.  i  think  it  probably  still  rings  true.  um…  yeah.  i  don’t  know.  i  was  a  pretty  normal,  average  kid.  nothing  extraordinary.  “

I:  the  career  that  you  picked :  what  made  you  decide  to  go  in  that  direction  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

R:  “  i  knew  from  the  time  i  could  think  that  i  wanted  to  do  something  that  would  put  me  out  on  the  water  like  my  mom.  it  was  just  a  matter  of  figuring  out  what  that  would  be,  and  how  i  would  get  there.  “  he  shrugs,  “  it’s  basically  in  my  dna.  the  summers  she  would  be  at  home  she  would  take  me  and  my  sisters  out  to  go  snorkelling  off  the  coast  and  the  cliffs  once  we  were  old  enough.  it’s  like  another  world  down  there,  y’know ?  like  you’re  visiting  some  other  planet.  have  you  ever  ——  have  you  ever  gone  diving  ?  no  ?  you  should  ——  chile  is  known  for  being  the  breeding  ground  for  blue  whales,  though  i  guess  they  really  don’t  come  in  close  to  shore.  there  are  other  whales  too,  and  dolphins  that  do  come  in  towards  the  beaches…  ——  i’m  getting  off  topic  here,  aren’t  i  ?  “  sheepishly,  he  lowers  his  head,  curving  his  shoulders  up  towards  his  ears.  “  anyway,  i  didn’t  want  to  be  one  of  those  scientists  who  sit  at  a  desk  at  a  university  and  just  read  papers.  i  wanted  to  actually  be  in  the  ocean,  seeing  it  all  for  myself.  i  guess  that’s  where  the  camera  comes  in.  i  was  going  through  a  difficult  time  in  my  life  and  going  out  into  the  water  and  seeing  the  beauty  was  one  of  the  few  things  that  kept  me  going.  i  wanted  to  share  that  experience  with  other  people.  i  wanted  to  have  a  hand  in  educating  people,  so  they’d  maybe  understand  and  appreciate  it  the  way  i  do  and  want  to  save  it.  does  that  answer  your  question  ?  “  he  blows  out  his  cheeks,  “  i  don’t  know.  “

I:  what  was  the  most  defining  moment  in  your  life  ?  how  has  it  impacted  you  personally  ?  

R:  he  takes  a  long  pause  after  the  question,  his  gaze  downcast  towards  his  jacket  sleeves,  picking  at  the  fraying  denim.  “  about five years ago,  i  got  this  opportunity  to  go  to  california  to  study  the  kelp  forests  with  a hanful of professors.  up until that point i had only had temporary contract jobs, and they often required me to move around. i hoped that maybe, if i provided myself on this research trip i'd be offered even a small position at UCLA.  “  his  voice  has  been  soft  the  entire  interview,  but  now  it’s  quiet  enough  it  can  barely  be  heard,  and  twinged  with  a  hint  of  guilt.    “  up until then i had spent every summer back hope with my family to make sure i didn't go forever without seeing them, but this was such a great opportunity i didn't want to miss out. and i  loved  it, but we  were  out  on  the  research  boat  for  days  at  a  time.  our  signal  was  kind  of  shitty  so  it  wasn’t  until  i  got  back  to  see  that  my  dad  got  a  hold  of  me  to  tell  me  that  um…  my  amma  and  my  younger  sister  they  had,  um…  “  yet  again  his  shoulders  cave  in  on  himself.  he  sounds  like  he’s  trying  not  to  cry.    “  there  was  a  boating  accident.  a  boat  that  was  bigger  than  theirs  wasn’t  paying  attention…  i’m  sorry  ——  you  didn’t  ask  for  some  sob  story.  i  don’t  need  pity.  it  just,  um,  i  do  a  lot  of  what  i  do  now  in  an  attempt  to  be  close  to  them,  i  guess.  like  if  the  ocean  was  the  one  who  took  them  then  maybe  i  can  find  some  peace  of  them  when  i’m  down  there  too.  it  sounds  really  stupid  to  say  out  loud  but…  “  he  shrugs  with  a  shaky  exhale,  “  i  haven’t  really  been  home  since.  i  think  losing  them  kind  of  messed  up  the  family  dynamics.  my  dad  calls  once  and  a  while.  so  does  my  sister.  but  i’m  usually  really  busy,  so  we  don’t  get  to  talk  long.  there’s  an  ocean  out  there  to  save,  right ?  someone’s  gotta  do  it.  “

I:  why  did  you  come  to  santa  moenda  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

R:  “  i’ve  already  talked  your  ear  off  about  the  chilean  marine  wildlife,  so  i  won’t  bore  you  anymore  with  that.  “  he  forces  a  laugh,  attempting  to  shake  off  some  of  the  heaviness  that  hangs  in  the  air  around  him.  “  it  just  seemed  like  the  right  place  to  set  up  a  base  camp.  i  post  a  lot  of  the  videos  i  take  online  to  raise  awareness  about  the  ocean  and  what  it’s  going  through  ——  there’s  enough  wildlife  here  that  i’ll  never  run  out  of  content.  it’s  also  beautiful.  “  he  raises  his  hands  to  gesture  to  the  stained  glass  windows  on  the  other  side  of  the  room,  and  the  colourful  mosaic  tiles  dotting  the  walls.    “  it’s  like  an  escape  from  everything. i’ve  been  a  lot  of  places  around  the  world,  seen  a  lot  of  beautiful  cities  and…  i  don’t  know.  “  he  sighs,  dropping  his  shoulders  as  he  looks  up  towards  the  painted  ceiling,  “  it’s  different  here.  plus,  i  think  it  helps  being  able  to  open  the  windows  and  see  the  ocean  staring  back  at  me.  “ 

M I S C H E A D C A N O N S

he has a small tabby cat that he adopted as a stray when he first moved into the apartment complex, and that's his closest companion. talks to it all day long even though it can't answer back.

he is vegan ! the environment and climate change and the impact of humans on nature is very important to him, and so he tried to negate his own carbon footprint in however many ways he can. this includes going vegan as often as he can ( though if there's no vegan options he's not the kind of person to complain or fuss about it. )

as i mentioned above he does have like a youtube channel where he posts a lot of the amateur footage he takes of wildlife he's encountered over the years.

the death of his mom & his sister did impact him pretty heavily, especially because of the guilt he feels for having not gone home to visit them that summer. he's pretty isolated because of this; it freaks him out to be close to people because he doesn't know if they could just up and die in an accident ( he worries a lot about stuff like that, but only about other people, not himself. ) he's also a workaholic because of this.

adrenaline junky 100%. nobody who swims with sharks willingly isn't.

he travels a lot for work when he gets contracts to do camera work on documentaries or work with scientists to try and get footage of animals that are hard to capture on tape. he'll disappear without saying much for like 2 weeks and then come back from some expedition like he's been there the whole time. practically a ghost out here.

film nerd ! when you're someone who doesn't leave your apartment except to go look at the ocean what else do you have to do except consume content. that also helps with the videography stuff that he does i think. ~ cinema ~

he can very shittily play guitar. was good at it once but hasn't touched the one sitting in the corner of his room for years.

his pinterest is right here and there's a section with some random pinterest photo ideas for connections but otherwise i'm open to whatever ! this is long so thank you for reading lmfao.

#˗ˏˋ rohan kaur ⟶ introduction #intro #smhqintro

[sirnnsongs]

( anya taylor joy, twenty-three, she/her ) spotted ! lorelei gunther, on the steps of the met. who’d have seen that coming? what with being a music phd student and all, i’m surprised they’ve found the time. they’ve always been quite disconnected and impulsive, so i’m sure trouble will follow in their wake. then again, i’ve been told they can be perceptive and original. either way, i’ll be watching. - xoxo, gossip girl. ( alys, 23, est, she/her )

what’s up??? i’m alys (or ally if you prefer!) and it’s been a hot minute since i’ve done a tumblr rp. been dying for a good gg-style rp and then i found this yesterday and went .... well no time like the present ! so i decided to resurrect a muse i haven’t played in a while; this is lorelei aka lorrie, spoiled rich kid, quiet weirdo, big lily from pitch perfect energy. grew up on the upper east side, left for vienna, and is back doing her doctorate in music composition bc she has no clue what she wants to do with her life. like this for a plotting message !!

statistics. 

full name. lorelei amelia “lorrie” gunther.  age. twenty-three.  date of birth. february 24, 1998. place of birth. new york, ny.  gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. bisexual/queer.  occupation. phd candidate at columbia university.  education. bachelor of composition and music theory from the university of music and performing arts vienna. 

height. five foot eight. build. willowy.  hair. naturally blonde, typically dyed grey-blue.  eye color. brown. distinguishing features. unexpressive features, wide eyes, 

zodiac. pisces sun, aquarius moon & rising.  mbti. intp, the logistician.  enneagram. type five, the investigator. alignment. chaotic neutral. 

father. frederick gunther : b. 1959, film composer (think hans zimmer).  mother. caroline claymoore : b. 1962, art curator. sibling(s). phillip gunther : b. 1994, cellist & music instructor.  other relatives. her oma, franziska gunther, music teacher & composer. 1934-2016. her opa, stefan gunther, music theory professor. 1932-1985.

past. (tw: death)

quick gunther family history: franziska and stefan immigrated to the u.s. from austria in 1955 so stefan could take a job at julliard as a professor. they’ve been in the upper east side since the 1960s. frederick is the first-born son, married connecticut-born caroline in 1994, while she was pregnant with phillip. they divorced in 1997, while caroline was pregnant with lorelei.  

when lorrie was three, her mom moved to paris. when she was four, her dad moved to los angeles. so, he decided to leave the kids with his mother, lorrie’s oma, franziska. 

whereas her brother was kept busy by extra tutoring and music lessons, at his father’s strict request, lorrie was raised largely by her oma, who, at this point, was an eccentric upper east sider. think adelaide bonfamille from the aristocats. 

a lonely, socially awkward kid, considered a musical prodigy just like her brother and her father. i’m keeping most of her childhood and adolescence pretty open and loose for plotting purposes but she was definitely quieter and weirder, not particularly social. also def went through a phase in high school where she like cut all her hair off and went really alt bc that’s the vibe. 

her brother attended juilliard, like their father intended. lorrie intended to, too, but then in the spring before graduation, her oma died. not unexpectedly, but suddenly. 

basically, lorrie had a minor meltdown, took a gap year, and ran off to vienna, which was where her grandmother was from, and a place she always recalled fondly. 

and now that her brother has left juilliard and is currently teaching music at a private school in massachusetts, she’s returned to do a doctorate in music composition at columbia. she’s missed new york dearly. 

present. 

*insert jughead weirdo speech here*

back in high school went through the quiet girl to alt girl pipeline. one day she’s wearing burberry and shiny loafers, the next she’s chopped all her hair off and dressed like she just inherited a hot topic franchise. 

basically big “i’ve been clinically depressed since i was nine years old” energy. 

kind of directionless in life. yk the vibe of like she didn’t expect to make it this far. 

pretty quiet just by nature, kind of lives inside her own head. finds herself falling back into high school patterns now that she’s returned. 

has never learned how to process her own emotions. she’s an aquarius moon raised by a gemini, so. 

had a problem where she did reckless shit to feel alive. started with going to vienna, and then this pattern continued to get worse in europe. now that she’s back, though, she’s trying to... stay here and not just run away when things start to suck. 

after this is just fun facts: 

stoner on the dl. and by dl i mean everyone knows it but she has the decency to smoke in private. she's done other drugs, too, but she's... trying to cut back. 

that lactose intolerant bitch who pretends she’s not that lactose intolerant but. she seriously is. 

can speak six different languages, play nearly twenty different instruments, but can't cook, drive, budget, or live any kind of healthy lifestyle. 

wanted connections. 

childhood best friend. that she... ghosted when she went to vienna. whoops. probably some beef there.

partner in crime. probably underestimated her propensity for chaos at one point, but not anymore. 

high school bully. def a bullying victim at some point. things between them are weird now. 

idk man she’s got a lot of flexibility and i’d love a lot of different connections for her. professional relationships (like a mentor or mentee thing?), flings/one night stands, new friends, almost-dated, former students of her oma's, etc. 

#gossipintro #death tw #depression mention tw #but like barely #drug mention tw #if this doesn't format correctly i will-

[vveridtime]

* alex gaskarth, cis man + he/they  | you know river quinn, right? they’re twenty-nine, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to here's to the zeros by marianas trench like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole bulletin board full of enamel pins, open windows on stormy summer nights, and 1000+ hours in animal crossing thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is january 25th, so they’re an aquarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( axel, 24, est, they/them  )

finally, an excuse to drag this big dummy into a group :~)

originally from bumfuck nowhere, ohio. like the kid of ohio surrounded by corn and billboards screaming about hellfire and damnation ? super middle america, but he always kinda liked it. or at least he did when he was little. has an older brother who’s a whole 10 months older ( because that’s a thing that can happen that their parents didn’t know ahead of time ), and a little sister who’s currently 16 ( because two boys ? that close together ? was enough for a good while. )

important fun fact to note: river’s pretty much deaf. always has been. probably always will be. he can hear you okay if you’re real loud and/or real close, but honestly just learn some asl. he’ll even teach you. has hearing aids, but refuses to wear them in his own house.

his mom was scared of him going off on his own and not being able to hear the smoke detector and you know, other important things like that, so she pretty much insisted that he get his dog. she’s a big fluffy border collie, her name’s ransom, she’s the goodest girl, and he would die for her. she’s literally always with him even though he’s honestly fine on his own out in public.

started doing youtube for goofs in college, and started doing pretty well after a year or so, but he didn’t go full time until three years ago. he mostly does vlogs and storytimes. or talks about the lore behind whatever video game series he’s into at the time for half an hour.

moved to irving because..... [redacted] ok, i joke but fr, i didn’t think that far ahead. it ain’t that deep. the real reason is probably somewhere between throwing a dart at a map because he got bored in his hometown and because usual youtuber cities sound nice in theory, but in reality big cities make him anxious, so he’ll just go to a little beach town instead.

misc. fun facts:

very very adhd. doesn’t know how to sit down. literally does not know how to shut up. shakes the whole damn table/bench/car bouncing his leg. takes it very personally if you say you already have plans. pockets are full of rocks and bent up/broken paperclips and snapped rubber bands. his dad says he paces around like an expectant father. that kind of stuff.

will take his heading aids out if he gets annoyed with you. or just doesn’t want to hear something. because he’s literally six.

only ever gets haircuts like, once, maybe twice a year if he has to go to a wedding or something.

the kind of pansexual who will make jokes about fucking pans

always wearing a damn hoodie or denim jacket, no matter how hot it is and will only double down if you ask him if he’s hot. because again, literally six.

#irvingintro #╰ * river : meta ⧽ #╰ * river : aes ⧽ #╰ * river : isms ⧽ #╰ * river : prose ⧽

[williamcohen]

( EWAN MCGREGOR + CISMALE ) — Have you seen WILLIAM COHEN ? This FORTY-NINE year old is a/an FILM DIRECTOR who resides in MANHATTAN. HE has/have been living in NYC for ELEVEN YEARS, and is/are known to be DEDICATED and RELIABLE , but can also be STUBBORN and OVERPROTECTIVE, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with DAD JOKES, WARM SMILES and SCRUFFY BEARD. @codstarters​

Hello everyone, my name is Julia but I go by Jules. I’m from est zone and I bring to you my goofy goober William Cohen with the lovely fc of Ewan McGregor. I apologize in advance if this sucks but I’m really bad at intros. Anyway, hit me up if you’d like to plot or give this post a like and I’ll come to you!

Career:

Born and raised in England. William developed an in interest for filmmaking from a young age and never really had an alternative for directing films . 

You could say that his love for filmmaking started thanks to Miss Rivers, a broadway and film enthusiast who loved to put on play every chance she had. And c’mon what child doesn't like to participate in a play? To put on a costume and pretend to be someone else? It was like a game for them. But for Will acting and putting on costumes wasn’t his favorite part, his favorite part was watch Miss Rivers direct and produce the whole thing. It was the making of the play, the behind the scenes that really intrigued him. Of course eventually, as the years passed he stopped acting at the plays and became his teacher’s assistant.

At this time William was filming everything he could, the school plays, his mother cooking, his father working, his siblings playing. He made his first film at the age of ten, an adaptation of one of his favorites books.

Through his whole teenage years everyone thought that William would’ve majored in something like arts, something related to filmmaking, but no. Everyone was surprised when he told his family and friends that he wanted to study English Literature. The reason he chose to study that its because he felt that studying something unrelated would give him a different take on things.

While attending college William started working as script reader, camera operator and even production assistant in television, films and music videos.For years he worked on his own short films but it was during around of his career he had made little or no success getting his projects of the ground.

In 2000, he met with a friend from college and together released their first feature, he directed, photographed and edited the film while his friend wrote the script. They didn’t have any expectations but finally William could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Their film won several awards during its festival run and was well received by critics. Thanks to the film’s success William afforded to make another one, which became his breakthrough. 

After his breakthrough fellow directors and screenwriters recruited him for more projects, and slowly he started to gain more international recognition and transitioned from independent to studio filmmaking and gained further critical and commercial success with his new films.

Personal life:

So like I mentioned before, he is from England. Born in a high-middle class family. He is the second of three children. I picture his family very tight knit, very loving and supportive of everyones dreams.

He used to be married, he’s been divorced for 7 years now. He met his wife during college and even though they are no longer married, he still considers her to this day the love of his life. They met when he was 22 and majoring in English Literature through some mutual friends. You could say that it was love at first sight, or at least just in William’s case. Whenever he talks about how they met he always says that from the moment he saw her he knew that she was the one, that he had met his future wife. They dated around a year before William finally had the courage to pop the question and asked her to be his wife. Their marriage lasted 20 beautiful years and gave birth to 2 beautiful and healthy children. 

For many years everything seem to be working out for William, he had a beautiful family and he was finally gaining recognition. Unfortunately what goes up  eventually must come down. While he started to gain more international recognition it required him to travel a lot and leave his family behind every time he was working on a new project. For a few years they tried to make things work out between them, and even bought a house in NYC thinking that it would solve their problems, boy was he mistaken. For a brief moment it seemed that things were going to even living under the same roof there was a distance between him and his wife, things just weren't what they used to be. So after a few months of living together in New York they both of them decided that the best thing would be to get a divorce. For their sake and the sake of their children. 

So now he’s been divorced for almost 7 years, of course he’s dated and has had a few girlfriends but noting ever too serious. 

Personality:

Career wise he is very professional, dedicated and pretty much a perfectionist. 

He is just the sweetest and silliest person you could ever meet. 

He’s just the sweetest  and silliest person you could ever meet, I mean he is very charismatic and likable and sometimes can come off as childish or immature, specially when he’s around his children. He loooooves to embarrass them and make them feel uncomfortable with their friends.

He’s really laid back and always tries to see the good in people, so he is likely to form friendships with whoever approaches him.

He truly cares about people, that’s why he always ends up putting everyone’s needs before his own, specially when it comes to his friends and family.

He also tends to act first and think later, which has led him to some poor decisions in his life but even after he fucks up he somehow manages to make it work.

Last but not least, he’s a hopeless romantic and a true gentleman. Sometimes he can come off as a flirt but he would never dream of disrespecting a woman.

Connections:

As far as connections go I want all of them, I would love for him to have some besties, brotps, some nephews or nieces, someone he knows from the showbiz world, someone who has worked with him in one of his films, exes, a love interest, it would also be interesting to have like a sugar baby, someone who uses him just for his money/fame, drinking buddies, frenemies, opposites attract, neighbors, he could be a good influence in someone. So yeah be sure to like this post and I’ll slide into your dm’s if you want to plot <3 !

#codintro

[sambergscott]

i've been down here before and i know the way out

Summary: Leo Peralta is named after all the greats - the Ninja Turtle, da Vinci, DiCaprio and McGarry. 

(someone asked me to write about the name leo for jake and amy’s baby paying homage to leo mcgarry from the west wing and since i've officially joined Team Leo, i figured i'd do this)

(the title has nothing to do with the fic, it’s just my favourite leo/josh quote and i *had* to use it) 

It’s a weird feeling, leaving his son for the first time. Sure, he’s only going down the hall to get some much-needed coffee and snacks and he’s in Amy’s more-than-capable hands, but he already feels like he���s missing out on so much. What if he opens his eyes? What if he latches for the first time? What if he says his first word? No, that would be crazy. 5 hour old babies can’t talk, not even when they inherit super smart Santiago genes. 

The point is: Leo is the coolest person he’s ever met, named after Leonardo from the Ninja Turtles (or if you ask Amy, some painter from the olden days), and leaving him, even if only for a few minutes, sucks.

He didn’t understand how any of the other Peralta dads could walk out on their sons before and he certainly doesn’t understand it now.

He could never abandon Leo.

Speaking of Peralta dads who abandoned their sons, he instantly recognizes the white hair and crumpled pilot uniform of the man at the coffee machine as his own father and braces himself for the least fun conversation of the day (even worse than a laboring Amy threatening to kill him if he tells her how to breathe one more time).

“Hey, grandpa,” he says, patting Roger on the back.

“Jakey!” He exclaims. “Congratulations, son.”

He’s received a lot of congratulations in the last few hours. From his mom, Amy’s parents, Amy’s brothers, the Nine-Nine, their extended families. Every time he picks up his phone to take a picture of the baby or Amy and the baby or a selfie of all three of them, there’s another 5 comments on his Instagram post about their new recruit. It’s all kind of overwhelming and he hasn’t got back to everyone yet (he knows Amy will want to send handwritten thank you cards anyway), but he has read the comments out loud to Amy and told Leo how loved he already is.

(It’s something Jake didn’t really know as a kid and he vows to raise his son differently, to tell him everyday that his mom and dad love him so much).

Captain Holt’s congratulations in particular brought tears to Jake, Amy and Leo’s eyes. To be fair, Leo was crying because he needed a diaper change, but still. It’s like he knew.

Ray Holt (Received 22:07):

Dear Amy, Jake and Leo (who Gina informs me is named after the ‘smokeshow’ actor Leonardo DiCaprio? According to the Internet Movie Database, he was in something called The Wolf of Wall Street and Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, although I have only seen the stage productions of the latter so cannot comment on his suitability as a name sake for your child),

Kevin, Cheddar and I would like to offer our congratulations on the birth of your first son. As newborns go, yours is very cute. We hope the labor went smoothly and that you are all enjoying this precious time as a family.

We understand it is customary to buy a stuffed animal for a newborn baby and since we could not agree on a lion (as his name is Leo) or a Corgi (as we have a Corgi called Cheddar), we decided to buy both. We hope you will have sufficient room to store both in your apartment. If not, we have kept the receipts on our person and will return your least favourite to the store.

We look forward to meeting the newest member of our Nine-Nine family and giving him his gifts. Please provide us with an appropriate time slot for visitation.  

I am very proud of you both. I know you will make excellent parents.

Sincerely,

Raymond Holt, Kevin Cozner PhD and Cheddar the Dog.

His dad’s two word congratulations pales in comparison to his Work Dad’s, but maybe that’s OK. They just have different styles. The more people who love Leo, the better, as far as Jake’s concerned.

He inserts his money into the vending machine and punches in the code for Sour Candies, then repeats the process for chocolate for Amy, while Roger makes them two coffees - strong. Parenthood is already exhausting; caffeine and sugar are the only thing stopping him from straight up passing out on the hospital floor and sleeping for an entire day. Well, that and the fact that he just had a baby who screams bloody murder when he’s not in his mom or dad’s arms.

“I’m going to need help carrying all this back to the room,” Jake says nonchalantly. “Want to come visit him?”

“Absolutely I do.”

“OK.” Nerves bubble inside of him as they get closer to Room 458 and he stops Roger just outside the door. “You have to promise me that if you go in there, you will be part of his life forever.” His eyes are dark, protective. He’s never been more serious about anything. “I will not let you treat him the way you treated me. He’s too good for that. If you’re in, you have to be all in. Are you all in?”

“I am,” he promises. “I know you’d probably find a way to throw me in jail if I let him down. And I won’t. I know I’ve been a selfish jerk but I really have changed - I want to be a good husband to your mom, a good father to you and your sisters and a good grandpa to your son.”

“His name is Leo,” Jake reveals, opening the door and smiling at the sight of Amy holding him. The tight feeling in his chest dissipates, replaced by a familiar warmth. He strides forward and kisses Amy, then Leo. “How were my two favourite people when I was gone? Missing me loads?”

“Of course,” she says without hesitation. “But other than that he just slept.”

“It’s tough being a baby, huh?” He whispers, stroking his son’s dark head of hair. “Maybe you can open your eyes for daddy now though?”

Nope. Nothing.

Damn it. He opened his eyes for Amy while he was in the bathroom earlier, which is totally not fair. She’s already turned him into a mommy’s boy before he had a chance.

(Not that he blames him. Leo does have a very awesome mom. The awesom-est).

“We brought you coffee,” Roger announces, stepping forward. “And congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Amy responds, gratefully accepting the to-go cup and taking a sip, despite it still being too hot. Not drinking coffee for 9 months was worse than all the worse bits of pregnancy combined. She complained about it constantly, but he’s pretty sure it was worth it all now.

“You look beautiful,” Roger says. “Considering you just had a baby.”

“Oh.” She grimaces at the back-handed, misogynistic comment and Jake hands his dad the precious cargo before he can dig himself an even deeper hole.

He hovers next to him, his super sharp detective instincts ready to catch Leo if anything happens.

Surprisingly - or maybe unsurprisingly, considering how he has at least 4 kids that Jake knows of (and maybe more that Roger himself doesn’t even know about, since he’s slept with so many women) - he holds Leo perfectly, supports his head, bounces him gently when he starts to shift like he knows he’s no longer with mom.

Jake takes a picture before he starts full on crying and then Amy takes a picture of 3 generations of Peralta men that, when framed, will make a perfect Christmas present for Karen.

“Leo’s a great name, by the way. I once knew a Leo. Leo McGarry. One of my teachers at flight school.” He pauses and Jake thinks he might start crying before the baby. “Great pilot, even better man. He was strict, but he believed in me, even when I screwed up my landings over and over. He had a heart attack and died a month before I graduated.”

“I’m sorry, dad,” he murmurs. He sounds like his version of Captain Holt and Jake would be similarly devastated if anything happened to him. Although losing his flight school mentor does explain a lot about why his landings are still bumpy as hell.

Roger smiles to himself. “He could’ve flown Air Force 1 if he wanted, the offer was there. But for some reason he decided to stick around and help idiots like me. He was the best of the best. Your Leo seems pretty great, too. You did good, kid. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” He exchanges a meaningful look with Amy. “We did good.”

“Peralta and Santiago. Always been a great team,” she grins.

As if hearing their names reminds him that he’s not being held by a) mom or b) dad, Leo wakes up and suddenly screams for them.

“Here, dad, I’ll take him.”

Roger transfers him back to Jake and like some kind of magic spell from Harry Potter has been cast, he calms back down, content in Jake’s arms.

“So dramatic,” Amy teases, taking another sip of coffee. “Maybe we should’ve named him after DiCaprio.”

#b99 fics #jake x amy #my writing #let me know what you think!!!

[delcina]

hello friends! i’m red (she/her pronouns) and i’m so freakin’ stoked to be here and to write with y’all!! it’s been a hot second since i’ve been in a group but this place was too cute to pass up on, so you are now stuck with me and my baby delaina. congrats! i’m up for literally anything under the sun as far as plots go, so please don’t hesitate to poke me or give this a like and i’ll appear in ur ims all magical-like. xx

『 taylor swift. twenty-nine. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that DELAINA JORDAN from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -MERCURIAL & -PEDANTIC. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool EVENT PLANNER and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +EFFERVESCENT & +TENACIOUS. i hope i see them around again! 『 red. 22. est. she/her. 』

GENERAL INFO.

name: delaina claire jordan

nickname(s): laina, lainey, del, delly ( reserved just for her mom )

birthday: august 28, 1991

age: twenty-nine

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

zodiac: virgo

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: event planner

hometown: rochester, ny

ABOUT.

mentions of: infidelity

delaina had a pretty comfortable upbringing. realtor mom, dad who had a professor job at the local college, golden retriever sprinting around the lawn of their house with the white picket fence, dinners around the table every night, that sort of comfortable. she was a bubbly, happy-go-lucky child, and life hadn’t given her any reasons to resent the sun coming up every morning. and then when she was thirteen, her father had an Affair which turned into a whole Scandal that followed her to school, and delaina was not used to being the center of attention on terms other than her own. delaina’s mother was absolutely mortified at the whole situation and filed for a divorce faster than she could have said ‘bye.’ delaina ended up taking her mom’s side in things and her relationship with her father pretty much ceased to exist the day that the divorce was official and her and her mom moved to mapleview. 

small town life was a bit of an adjustment for delaina; she considered herself a big fish thrown into an obscenely small pond when it came to mapleview, but it didn’t take long for her to find a groove and make herself at home. she played softball all through high school (gr8 anger management option) and ended up getting a scholarship to play in college.

she majored in communications, thinking she’d try to work a corporate job or for a company doing x, y, and z, but after a year at a giant media company that left her completely disillusioned and miserable, she decided to walk right out and do the very thing that made her happy: planning 

a good college friend asked for some help planning her wedding and even though delaina had absolutely zero experience, she did it anyways and ended up loving it, so she kept the ball rolling with it and started her own tiny event planning company in town. she specializes in weddings, despite having bad history with them and not having much of a romantic view on life

delaina loves people, loves working with them and helping them and spending time with them, but trust is a very different story. she’s not the best when it comes to opening up and letting people in. her “inner circle” is small even though she’s never really met a stranger

she throws a damn good event though and she’ll make sure the customer is satisfied!!! as for pleasing people beyond the work environment...quite frankly delaina’s gonna do whatever she wants to do and whatever she thinks is gonna make her happy. if you’re along for the ride, sweet, but if you aren’t, she’s not going to look back and coax ya along

delaina throws her entire being into her work; she loves what she does and couldn’t imagine doing anything else, but she can get pretty bad about balancing and prioritizing work and an actual real life??? and then you throw in her over-commitment to the details and having things perfect and it comes as no surprise that she’s sometimes on the hairline of having a breakdown (and it will come out of seemingly nowhere)

delaina is not afraid to go after what she wants, and there are times when she finds herself in a morally ambiguous area where she’s not afraid to step on someone if she has to in order to get to her point b

is very aesthetically and organizationally driven?? like she’s the queen of bullet journaling and having everything tick all the boxes of a sought out vibe. her shit is in Order (or at least, it is on paper)

she’s the girl you call if you want someone to sit with you on your couch and get wine drunk while you accidentally burn the cookies in the oven because you are too consumed in bitching about whatever great injustice life has served up lately. she is not the girl you call if you want someone to tell you everything you want to hear — if she thinks hurting your feelings will help you in the long run (even if it’s out of the best of intentions) then get ur tissues ready

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

platonic soulmate ( 0 / 1 ) — the yin to her yang, the person who knows what delaina’s thinking before it’s even crossed her mind, who sees her at her highest highs and lowest lows and loves her even when she forgets to smuggle them a piece of wedding cake as promised

high school or college friends ( 0 / ? ) — delaina’s been in mapleview since she was thirteen, and i imagine she went to college fairly close to home, so we can do just about anything with this. 

casual sex friend ( 0 / 1 ) — exactly what it says on the tin. these two have sex on occasion, whether it’s just to scratch an itch or because they’re bored or because they’ve had a bad day they need to fuck out of their system. there are no feelings attached here. just two people, getting down and dirty while talking about their tax returns and remaining good ass friends once the clothes go back on. 

exes ( 0 / ? ) — the good, the bad, the ugly, the ones who can’t stand to see each other happy but don’t ever want to get back together, the one who got away, gimme ‘em all

neighbors ( 0 / ? ) — again, the sky is the limit here! neighbors who show up on each other’s doorstep at 3am to hang out whenever they can’t sleep, neighbors who are feuding and embarking on a prank war that’s gonna get the HOA called on their asses, neighbors who don’t even know they’re neighbors, idk anything!!

hookups ( 0 / 3 ) — past/present, maybe someone she met at a bar or sdhfksdj maybe they were in the bridal party of a wedding, either way they got smashed then smashed each other tyvm, whether it is recurring can be up to us!

i’m open to everYTHING okay, whether it’s soft or angsty or completely Out There, lemme love u down. i am a mess but i’m now ur mess so it’s ok <3

#mapleviewintro

[supernaturalee]

Green and Gold: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Widow/Single Father! Gwilym Lee x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, Mentions of X rated thoughts, and more KAREN

Word Count: 4.4k

Previous Parts: One

Summary: When Gwilym lost his wife two years ago he feared raising his daughter alone in a small coastal New Jersey town would be difficult. In the two years since her death, Gwil and Brianne are finally ready to start moving on. Following the words of a child psychologist, Gwil signs Bri up for cheerleading with the local youth squad, something Gwil knows nothing about. As he is thrust in the world of cheer bows and back handsprings, he will learn it takes a lot more than green and gold uniforms to mend his and his daughter’s hearts. Hopefully through the squad they will find strength, friendship, and possibly a spark of new love for the widow himself.  

Taglist:@the-baby-bookworm​ @ixchel-9275​ @slutforbritdick​ @kurt-nightcrawler​ @radio-hoo-ha​ @imgonnabeyourslave​ @queendeakyy​ @girllety​ @im-an-adult-ish​ @what-wicked-delights​ @drivenbybri​

Author’s Note: It’s almost 2 am EST and I thought to myself, why not post part two. We are getting into meat of the story here, y’all! Again, this update is late, but my writing was hard to come by for a while. So without further ado, he is part 2 of Green & Gold. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future installments. 

In the four short weeks since Brianne had started cheerleading practice, Gwilym had come to learn three absolute truths. First being that cheer made Bri happier than Gwil had ever hoped. In the time since that first practice, he had seen her smile more than he had seen since before Angela had passed away. Her eyes lit up now whenever she spoke about how the routine was coming along or how she was learning all of these different things. Such as stunts or new tumbling passages or jumps that had odd names like toe touches, herkies, and pikes. While Gwilym cooked dinner or checked over her homework, he could always hear her routine music coming from the stereo in the living room. Once he got her to wash her hands and then settled at the table. It would become Gwilym’s inquiry into the world of cheerleading and Brianne was more than happy to oblige his many questions. 

Bri had taken to cheering like a fish takes to water. It was in her blood, Angela’s cheerleading history flowing through Brianne’s veins now. It made Gwil so happy. She spent three nights a week on the mat now and Saturday during the day at either the home field or away fields cheering on the young football players. The football team’s age coincided with the cheerleaders of Bri's team’s ages. Or the Mustang Pee Wees as Gwil had learned. He had finally found out the difference between the game cheers and the competition cheer as Bri had once told him. He usually sat in the game bleachers trying to decipher how American football was more popular than actual football. Or as Y/N lovingly reminded him every time he complained, “It’s soccer here.” she would say with a smile. At first he thought it was kind of annoying but now anytime she reminded him, he found it endearing. The way her lips curled up in a smile as she said it, he found himself mesmerized by it. 

When Brianne wasn’t cheering and once her homework was done, she could be found hanging out with her new friends Jasmine, Joey, and Selma. The carpool Y/N had promised had been fruitful for Brianne and Gwilym on the friendship front. They had been the type of cheer parents Gwilym had hoped for and luckily he got in with them instead of the others. That was the second absolute truth he learned that, cheer parents were absolutely bonkers bananas insane. Karen Diguimi was just the tip of the massive iceberg that was the “Stepford Stangs” as Joe lovingly coined them. Gwil had now become a member of the mailing list. A dreaded place to be that he wouldn’t have agreed to had he known what a nightmare it truly was. 

He had now started to receive daily emails with updates on fundraising and how close they were to the nice buses. Game schedules, rule changes, and low fat recipes to keep your little cheerleader in proper cheering shape were among the other important articles. Plus little snide comments on the surrounding towns’ teams and how far superior the Mustangs were to them. It was like a tabloid magazine that Gwil now had a daily subscription too.

 Y/N had sent him a long paragraph text about the low carb recipes and how dare the “Stepford Stangs” imply that only certain shaped children could be cheerleaders. ‘It is the middle of October and they are nine and ten years old. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE SWIMSUIT READY?! Gwil, you will have to stop me from strangling Karen at the next practice.’ It made Gwilym feel a swell of pride for a moment that he read her text. It caused the return of a certain set of emotions. These feelings that he was feeling were something he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

Often he would check over the email for that week’s game schedule then file the email away. His new gang of misfit parents would mock the over ridiculous links in the emails or the fact that they received a new one every day. Joe always sent a meme or two about them, while Rami commented on the complete lack of email etiquette. ‘It’s too many emails and too many people hit Reply All instead of reply. It is chaotic!’ Rami had sent in their group chat. ‘I think its nice to keep us informed with the same information that we knew yesterday.’ Lucy had added. Gwil finally being able to put a face to the name as he met Rami’s other half at the first football game of the year. She was blonde, slim, and in a way almost fairy like. Her movements were graceful but she had this hidden strength to her. Rami and Lucy complimented each other well. Rami was a computer engineer, who like Gwil, could do most of his work from home. Lucy, on the other hand, was a certified midwife and a nurse at the local OBGYN. Often traveling between the hospital and the doctor office. Their schedules mostly allow for their twin girls’ busy sports schedules to work. Joe ran an accounting firm but swore he was bad at math. He stated he liked the business but preferred leaving the accounting to his dedicated small team of accountants.

Finally, the third absolute truth that Gwilym Lee knew was that Wednesday nights were now his favorite night of the week. It was the only night parents were allowed to stay for the whole practice. This meant about two hours of watching Bri have the most fun and grow into an even stronger, more beautiful young woman. It also meant getting to spend time with his new friends including Y/N.  Y/N had quickly become Gwil’s confidant in all things cheer related. Any question or need he had, she had the answer and was always there with a smile. It was just another reason why Gwil was now harboring a crush on this woman. He and Bri had not seen her coming. He thought he would scrap by with googled information and keep his head down. He would be quiet and lonely,  knowing just enough to get by. 

Yet there was Y/N with her intelligence, her helping hand, and her kind heart. Bri also loved her and Jasmine. She was treated with so much love, respect, and care by Y/N. Gwil found it hard to keep himself from melting every time he was in her gaze. He felt like a teenage boy with a crush. He had confided in Ben who told him to get back on the horse. However, to Gwil, the horse was a twenty foot tall bear that was very hungry. Angela was still on his mind, in his life, in his heart. He saw her every day in the brown eyes of his daughter. He feared that any new relationship he would start would be doomed to be branded as the rebound relationship for the man with the dead wife. Even if he found someone, they had to pass the most important test in his book, being well loved by the most important person in his life, Brianne. He shook away the heavy thoughts as the red light turned green. He pressed his foot on the gas as he continued the drive to practice. Bri and Jasmine chatting in the back of his car. 

Y/N had asked him to pick Jasmine up from school and drive her to practice. Y/N had a meeting with the college board about one of her students. She would meet them at the cheer gym later. Gwil’s mind couldn’t help but wander to Y/N. He hoped her meeting went well. He knew in just the short few weeks of knowing her that her job meant a tremendous amount to her. Professor Y/L/N had a very nice ring to it. His mind wandering further to dirtier thoughts. If they were ever to be together would she let him play the teacher's pet. His fantasy slowly took form in his head when Bri’s voice snapped him back to reality. 

“Dad?” No answer came from the driver’s seat. “Earth to dad. Father?” She laughed. Gwil pushed all X rated thoughts from his mind and looked to the rear view. 

“Hmm?” He answered, putting on a small smile to show her that he has really been paying attention the whole time. 

“Could Jasmine and Ms. Y/L/N come to dinner with us?” Bri asked sweetly. The two had joined them for dinner every Wednesday night since that first practice. 

“Please Mr. Lee!” Jasmine used the same sweet voice. Gwil rubbed his jaw with his free hand as the two girls started repeating the world please. 

“Please please please please please please please please please please please please please!” Bri and Jasmine begged together. Gwilym laughed, smiling. 

“It is fine with me but we will have to ask your aunt, Jasmine, when we see her.” He said.  Both girls cheered happily as they looked at each other. 

“Of course Mr. Lee!” Jasmine smiled. “Aunt Y/N likes getting dinner with you and Bri.” Jasmine said. Gwil felt his cheeks heat up for a moment. This came as a surprise to him in a way. Sure he knew she cared about their friendship but maybe this meant she also felt something more for him. He quickly pushed this thought away, no it wasn’t a good time for him to get into a new relationship. I’m not ready. His thoughts continued his mantra. 

“Well we like having dinner with both of you as well, dear.” He answered her. Jasmine’s smile grew. She was a wonderful little girl who Gwilym had grown to care for. She didn’t know what she was doing for Brianne, but Gwil did and how it helped her improve immensely. He had known his daughter had tried to hide her sadness from him. It was something she tried to do to prove she was strong like Angela but she didn’t need to. Gwil and her grandparents knew that Brianne had every ounce of Angela’s strength tenfold. 

As he pulled into the parking lot of the cheer gym he saw Y/N’s Jeep had not yet arrived. He also didn’t see Joe’s or Rami’s cars either which meant he would be alone. He would most likely have to face yet another conversation with Karen. Or he could just hide out in his car until his friends arrived. He shook his head for a moment, he had to go inside, he could handle this. As both young girls made their way inside, Gwil followed behind them making sure both safely got in the building. 

He signed both in at the desk where the young man who Gwil had learned was one of the coaches’ sons sat. He gave the teenaged boy a wave before moving to his usual spot in the bleachers. He had settled into the groove of sitting with everyone, Gwil sat on a lower bench due to his height, while Y/N sat on the bleacher bench above him so she could make eye contact easier. Rami would sit above her and then Joe would sit beside her, the four almost making a little diamond of security. His blue eyes looked around the room before he spotted her. 

Karen was talking to some of the other team parents, her eyes scanning the room for him. He dropped his head down trying to hide himself from her.

“Oh Gwilym!” She exclaimed, moving to him. Gwil sat up straight, damn he had been caught. He politely smiled and nodded. Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t come over… He repeated in his head, it was too little too late. She made her way over to his place of peace and quiet. 

“Hello Mrs. Digumi.” He said politely. Her smile grew. Damn, his British charm. She stood in front of him. 

“Please call me Karen.” She smiled still. “I wanted to ask how everything was going with Brianne. She is quite the little cheerleader. One of the best on the squad. Almost as good as my little McKenna.” 

“Thank you. I will tell her that later. She certainly seems to be enjoying it and that makes me happy.” He said honestly, maybe he was wrong about Karen. 

“You should have her over for a play date with my McKenna. You and I can exchange parenting tips or tips of some other kind.” She batted her heavily mascaraed eyes at him. He gulped softly. 

“I will have to talk to Bri about it and get back to you Mrs. Dig-Karen.” He corrected himself. 

“I am just saying Brianne seems like a very sweet girl and you don’t want her to get in with the wrong crowd before middle school. Popularity is key and my little McKenna is going to be one of the most popular girls in school. Just like I was. If Brianne settles herself with the likes of those children, her social life is over and I don’t want that for her or for you. Popularity is everything.” She said as she sat next to him. No, he wasn’t wrong about Karen.

Wrong crowd? What the hell, they are children not teenagers. He thought to himself before defending the children of his friends. Popularity is everything. What a bunch of bullocks. 

“Jasmine, Joey, and Selma are good kids. They are smart, fun, courteous, kind and they are Bri’s friends. They were the first ones to welcome her with open arms,” He said. Gwil was a bit taken aback that a grown woman would say something like that about ten year olds. If Bri and Jasmine weren’t on the mat about 50 feet away, he would have forgotten his manners and let Karen have it. 

“I don’t appreciate you talking that way about my friends’ children or about your child’s fellow teammates.”   He continued, his tone was serious and sharp. Her eyes went wide as she heard the manner in which he spoke. 

“Oh! I didn’t mean the kids! I meant, um, the parents.” She was quick to backtrack and try to fix her mistake. Her chance with the Welsh man slipping away. “Gwilly, you are new to all of this. I should have specified that I meant that if Brianne settles herself with the likes of the parents of those children, her social life is over. You both deserve so much but you are still so naive, honey.” 

“My name is Gwilym.” He stated. She had called him Gwilly, a nickname that Angela would lovingly call him after a few glasses of wine. How dare this woman even try to put herself in the same realm of love as his wife. 

“I am so sorry honey.” She smiled to try to cover up the large hole she had dug for herself. “Like I was saying to you that first practice those parents you have chosen to bond with don’t understand the mustang way.” It was clear to Gwilym that Karen intended to keep digging. “Especially Y/N, I mean she likes to pretend she was a good cheerleader because she was once a national champion herself. But she was the worst one of that team, I should know, I did date her brother.” Karen said as jealousy slipped between each word. It was clear to her that Gwilym cared more for Y/N than he would ever care for her. “They carried her to the gold medal and she got the recognition for it like everyone else. Even made her brother break up with me, how dare she. That bitch.” That was the final straw for him.  

“I am going to stop you right there, Mrs. Diguimi. I do not want to hear you ever bad mouth my friends or their children. Please understand I am friendly with you because I have to be. You are the team mom and I do not really like having issues with anyone. However, my daughter is the only reason I am here. Y/N, Joe, Lucy and Rami plus their amazing children came as an incredible bonus to all of this. You did not.” He said calmly. “Now please step away from me and know, this is the last conversation we will have that is not about fundraising or cheering information. I do not take kindly to people belittling others or their children for their own personal benefit. Thank you and have a good night.” 

Karen let out a breath of air through her nose, standing up quickly. Moving from the bleachers, staring him down. 

“Oh I understand.” Her voice dripped with sweetly sickening venom. “If you ever change your mind I am right over there with the good parents.” She moved to the other waiting ‘Stepford Stangs’. Gwil let out a long breath as a smile appeared on his lips. God, how good it felt to let her have it and god how he wished Y/N had seen him. She would be so proud once he told her. It was the sudden sound of two voices that drew him away from his fantasy. 

“I see you are on the list now.” Rami said as he and Joe joined Gwilym in the bleachers. 

“List?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. 

“I’ll let Joe explain.” Rami smiled. 

“It is Karen Diguimi’s way of saying you are cancelled until you apologize.” Joe smirked. “We just caught the tail end of what you were saying but from what we heard, it was fucking brilliant.” He said quietly enough for just the three men to hear. “Welcome to the list. I have been on it since the ‘I won’t let my underage child wash stranger’s cars in the shortest shorts debacle of last summer season.” Joe said. 

“Rami, how did you end up on the list? It seems like she likes you the most out of all of us.” Gwil asked. Rami chuckled. 

“I once asked her if the pom poms for adults were necessary at a competition because it was just one extra thing to carry.” 

“That’s not too bad.”

“She also hates my wife.”

“Ah, I see.”

“So we both reside on the list with Joe and Y/N.”

“What did Y/N do to get on the list?”

“What hasn’t she done to get on the list?” Joe laughed. “First it was being Dominic Y/L/N’s little sister during high school. Then it was becoming Jasmine’s key guardian when he died, then it was a few other arbitrary things I don’t remember, but most recently, it was getting you to be our friend instead of hers.” Joe said. 

“It’s a rite of passage to get on the list.” Rami said. All three men laughed as Gwil felt more at peace than ever before. Even though Karen had basically verbally bashed children in front of him and badmouthed Y/N, she did provide one key piece of vital information. Y/N as a former national champion for the Mustangs, maybe even on the same squad as his late wife. He marked it in his brain to ask her later. 

As practice started and the three men continued their conversation, still no Y/N. Part of Gwilym began to worry that something bad had happened. He checked his phone to see if she had called or texted but nothing. He tried to push the worry to the back of his mind as Joe began to talk about the upcoming competition this weekend. It was the same thing Bri had not stopped talking about for the past week. Even as he got her and Jasmine into the car today, they talked about their nervous excitement for it. 

Joe was going to ride up with Rami and Lucy. Figuring Gwil would want to carpool with Y/N. Actually all three of them, Joe, Rami, and Lucy, hoped something would blossom between the two. 

“Oh I hadn’t even thought to ask her. It is probably too late, I will just drive up myself.” He said he was a bit disappointed he hadn’t asked. 

“She’ll say yes if you do ask.” Rami smled. 

“She might not.” Gwil continued. 

“Oh no, she will definitely say yes.” Joe smiled slyly. Both men looked at each like they both held the same secret that Gwil wasn’t privy to. It was at that moment Y/N moved into the gym still in her work clothes. Her blazer that was once covering the purple silk blouse, was replaced by a jean jacket. She wore black slacks and black vans. 

“I don’t drive in heels, I don’t want to be responsible for that many lives.” She had told him their first Wednesday night dinner out with the girls. He knew that she kept a pair of black lace up vans in her Jeep for the drive home from the university. 

“Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.” Joe teased her as she sat in her usual spot. She laughed and Gwil’s heart skyrocketed into flight. 

“Ha ha. Good to see you, Mozzarella.” She snarked. 

“That’s Mr. Mozzarella to you.” Joe answered. Both tossing their heads back gently and laughed. There went Gwil’s pulse racing for a moment. 

“Did I miss anything?” 

“Gwil’s on the list.” 

“No!”

“Oh hell yeah!”

“How? Tell me! I have to know how Karen’s little lust for you somehow got you on the list.”

“Karen’s little what?” Gwil said. 

“Dude, she wanted to bone you.” Joe said. “Hard.”

“Bone?” He asked.

“Sleep with you, knock boots, cherry pick, dude I know too analogies for sex.”

“She’s married!” Gwil exclaimed quietly to the group. 

“Hasn’t stopped her before.” Y/N said. “Anyway, tell me how you got on the list.” 

Gwilym began to tell the story of her confrontation with Karen. His own smile grew as he watched Y/N’s own smile grow as he got to the words match. 

“Mr. Lee you are bloody brilliant.” She said, her hand rubbed his arm for a moment before she withdrew it. Gwil blushed. 

“It was nothing.”

“This is cause for celebration. You being on the list. We will all go out kid free and celebrate soon.” Joe said. 

“Sounds good to me.” Rami agreed. Y/N nodded, her eyes looking up and waving to Jasmine as the girl waved back. 

“Hey Y/N, did you know Gwilym here was going to drive to Trenton all alone?” Joe stated. Gwil’s eyes went wide as he looked at the man over Y/N’s shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yeah. He was going to drive by himself.”

“Why don’t you ride with me? It isn’t as long as a drive if you have a partner.” She offered him. Her Y/E/C eyes meeting his blue. A small smile on her lips.

“Um, you won’t mind?” He asked shyly. 

“No, it will be a treat to spend time with you alone.” She said honestly, all the room felt almost like it was silent around them. Joe and Rami watching the two just share prolonged eye contact. Gwil could almost swear there was a light pink tinge on her cheeks as well. 

“Then it's all set. I’d love to ride with you.” He smiled. The tinge got a bit darker. 

Joe poked his head between the two, “Is your, um, neighbor coming?” He asked her. His voice was almost giddy, like Gwil’s when he talked about Y/N on the phone to Ben. Who was this woman  that was making Joe act like the same lovestruck teenager he was?

“Oh no. Unfortunately, Jolene had one of her advanced painting classes rescheduled to Saturday. It is too much money to miss out on but she promised Jasmine she was coming to Regionals.” Y/N said as she raked her hair up into a messy ponytail. 

“Oh.” Joe’s smile faded quickly. 

“You know you could just ask her out. She likes you too.” Y/N patted her friend’s shoulder. Joe shook his head. 

“The divorce is still too fresh to Joey. It wouldn’t be fair to him for me to get involved with someone new so soon after his mother and I split up.” Joe admitted. Gwilym understood that point. A divorce was a similar loss to a child as a parent passing. Everything became different over night for them, changing so suddenly. Joe and his ex were friendly enough to a point for the sake of their son. The one thing that will keep them forever linked. 

“Okay honey. One day though, Joey is just going to want his dad to be happy.” She said with a soft smile to their friend. Joe just nodded looking over at his son. 

How Karen could ever call this wonderful woman a bitch was past Gwilym’s arena of thought. He looked at Y/N and smiled. God how beautiful she is even in the lighting of this gym. He thought to himself. As more time passed for the practice, the three experienced cheer parents told Gwilym everything he would need to know to be ready for Saturday. How he would have to have Brianne ready before 6 am to get her to the gym so that the team could take a bus together to the arena before driving there with Y/N. He would have to make sure he paced enough bobby pins, snacks, water, everything. His worry level that he would mess this all up grew. Especially the idea that he would have to do her hair in a high slick back ponytail. Brianne had hair like her mom’s thick and wavy, he could barely get it into braids without at least three Youtube tutorials. 

“How about this? I bring Jasmine over at like 5. I can do both of their hair and you can make sure they have enough snacks?” Y/N offered, once again being the incredible person that she was. 

“Please. I fear what I would do to my poor girl’s head.” He said honestly. 

“I think you would be fine, but the first competition is the scariest for both the parent and the cheerleader.” 

“It will put not only my mind at rest but Bri’s mind too. Thank you Y/N.” 

“Anything for you, Gwil.” She smiled. “Oh and um, thanks for standing up for the kids earlier with Karen. She can talk all the crap she wants about me but Jasmine doesn’t deserve that. It means a lot to me and it shows me how wonderful of a human being you are.” She said before turning her attention back to the mat. His heart raced again. God, Wednesday nights really were his favorite. 

#green and gold #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym x reader #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #midsomer murders #Lucy Boynton #rami malek #joe mazzello #ben hardy

[loudsuitlover]

How do blue and Harry tell Dylan they’re having another baby? Is he happy or does he get jealous at all since he’s so attached to indie? I would love to read about their dynamic when it’s just the three of them if you feel inspired to write that at all. Thanks for writing and sharing all that you have so far, I really enjoy your writing and the characters you have created

Thank you so much for your message and your question! I love them all to be honest haha 

The thing is Dylan was just six months old when Hughie was conceived. They didn’t use any birth control after Dylan was born because Blue was breastfeeding and she hadn’t even gotten her period back yet when she got pregnant with Hughie so pretty much Hughie’s bump and Dylan grew up together and he was just a baby, it was hard to explain. 

Still, Harry would hold Dylan’s little hand and he would place it over Blue’s bump. 

“There’s a baby in there, little one. Gonna have our hands full, mummy and me, won’t we?” 

And she would smile at the two of them and even if Dylan was just one year old, Blue would swear he did understand there was a baby in her. He also was mimicking Daddy a lot but he would kiss her belly, in his own way with an open mouth full of drool, when she was sitting on the couch. 

Blue talked to him a lot, from the very beginning- even when he was still inside her womb. She would place a hand over her bump and she would think out loud to him. 

“Hoy el doctor Miraq ha dudado de mi capacidad diagnóstica, peque. Parece que una mujer embarazada todavía no se toma en serio. Puede que tú nunca tengas ese problema pero... Espero que tampoco lo crees.” (Today doctor Miraq doubted my diagnosis skills, little one. It looks like a pregnant woman is not taken seriously still these days... Maybe you’d never have to face that problem but... I hope you don’t cause them either.” 

And he would talk to him about Harry a lot too. He found it funny and endearing, that she would broadcast out loud the tasks he was doing on the kitchen while making dinner and he would so far as to make fun of her for that but he always ended up looking like a fool. 

“I feel like I’m in a movie, love, and you’re just the voice-over for blind audience.”  

But she would just smile. 

“Our baby is sorta blind for the time being. Plus” she walked over to him and she wrapped her arms around his waist because she was going to tease him and she wanted to be hugging him when she did. “No one would make a movie about your life. Ya boring.” 

He laughed then, like every other time she teased him, for he knew she would probably watch a movie entirely about him anyway. But he played along. 

“Oh, you think so?” 

And she hummed as he turned around and kissed her lips. 

“Well, let me show you what kind of movie they’d want to film.” 

And he grabbed her ass and lifted her to carry her to the bedroom and all the way there she was laughing and begging Dylan not to listen then and he just chuckled in her mouth before he bit and tugged on her bottom lip. 

And then when Dylan was born, they were still in the hospital when she went on with her rambling to him. Harry was sitting right behind her and her back was pressed against his chest as she held their baby on her arms and they were both just admiring him. 

“He’s got your mouth.” Harry whispered. “And your nose.” 

“Are you going to appreciate scents as much as I do, peque?” 

Harry softly laughed behind her. Of course she would directly chat with the baby. 

“I just think scents are so important. You wanna smell something nice, right? I remember every scent from home and every scent from my abuela’s house, too.” She told him. “And yours...” She brought the baby to her nose and smelled him as if he was a cupcake. “You smell of milk.” She laughed. 

“He smells like you.” Harry clarified. 

“Did you hear that, peque? Your daddy thinks I smell of milk... He’s not the one with milk coming out of his boobs, you know? You got unlucky, pal, because if Daddy was the one breastfeeding you, you’d have four nipples to choose.” 

He laughed again, like every other time, but he gently swatted the back of her head before he pressed a kiss on her cheek. 

“It’s not a bad thing” he whispered “smelling of milk, I mean. I love how you smell.” 

She didn’t answer him for all her attention was on the baby between her arms. 

“I love you so much, Blue.” 

She tilted her neck, the baby asleep on her arms, and she puckered her lips so he would kiss her. 

“Te quiero.” (I love you.)

And all throughout Dylan’s first months, not only would she talk to him but she would encourage everyone to do so. She would go include him on the conversation, he can hear you and Harry would find that so freaking endearing and so he would find himself telling his son a lot of crap and then he would smile and think he really seemed to be paying attention even when he smiled way too much. 

But Harry noticed how much he really liked his mother. It was one thing to love her- that was for sure, Blue was his mum and he was her baby, it was for sure they loved each other- but the baby liked her so much too. He would crawl to her whenever she entered the living room on those sunday mornings when Harry would play with the baby while she did the laundry and whenever she passed over the living room to go from the kitchen to the stairs, he would crawl to her and she would stop and she would bend and she would say on her baby voice ¿pero no será este el bebé más precioso del mundo? (well, isn’t this the most beautiful baby in the world?). 

When he learnt to hug, the first hug he gave was to her. She wasn’t working at the time, she had asked for a leave of abscence after her maternity leave was over, but she had gone to the hospital for a surgery. That was the first time they were apart for that long, sixteen hours, and when she came back and Harry handed her the baby, she brough him close to her and kissed his baby head repeatedly and when she was done and she went to kiss her husband, Dylan rested his little head on her shoulder and placed his tiny hand on her chest and peacefully suck on his dummy and both Harry and her awed at him. 

It was no surpirse the first word he said was mama and it was no surpirse to Harry too how often he’d repeat it after that first time. He remembered he talked to his own dad about it once. Somehow, Alicia had actually managed to bring his family a little closer together with her relentless invitations to the entire family to her family dinners and at some point his dad had said yes and they had all been together and so for Blue’s 30th birthday, everybody went to her birthday barbacue at Alicia’s garden, and Harry was having a beer with his dad while Blue walked around with Dylan attached to her hip. 

“He loves her so much.” He noticed. 

His dad gave him an amused look before he chuckled and he frowned. 

“What?”

“You’re not jealous of your own baby, right, son?” 

“What? No!” He frowned. “If anything, I could be jealous of her. I’m not” he tilted his neck but because every time he looked at the two of them he felt his heart on his throat. “But he just likes her so much better than me.” 

His dad laughed. 

“The thing is it’s not that he doesn’t like me. He loves me. Like, when we’re alone he doesn’t cry, I can tell he trusts me and he knows I’m his dad but it’s like she’s in the room and he just can’t take his eyes away from her.” 

“Well, she carried him for nine months, son. He literally used to live inside her. She’s like his cocoon. Plus, I don’t know why you’re surprised. Like father, like son.” 

Eyes set on his son, he smirked. He loved his Dad very much but his Mum was his safe place, his nest, so he knew what he was talking about and he figured he couldn’t really take offense on his son having Blue as his cocoon, either. So it was like that day he had understood and that day too he decided he would not be face by it anymore. 

He was putting Dylan down while Blue was taking a shower after the three of them had gone back home after her birthday party and he was cooing softly to him. 

“I get it, little one. Mummy’s your safe place. She’s mine too, you know? So I’ll see you there, baby.” 

[stoop-girl]

I knew it was coming, but damn...

Pledis wasted those girls' time...

They did 2 albums as a full group and two songs as a subunit...

Before just giving up...

It's 5am est and I should be sleeping...

There's a fucking reason they're only asking for male trainees and if my phone does not stop capitalizing male, imma be pissed.

I'm actually really pissed because they did NOT give a single FUCK about that group, or girl groups as a whole, do you see the shit going on with After School?

Nayoung was supposed to debut in After School and her and Kyulkyung debuted in I.O.I and did Produce 101 to drum up some support and gain some fans before their official group, their permanent group.

Roa was considered the sub-leader, she only trained for about 3 years before Pristin debuted. Pledis couldn't even spell her name for shit because everytime she wasn't called Roa, but rather her actual name, it was spelt a different way. Maybe that's just romanization, but damn you couldn't even pick one and go with it?

Yuha was the shortest training member of Pristin at 3 years. 3 years is probably the average of all the kpop idols someone do the math I'm an arts major not a STEM major. Can you imagine being in a group where the average training period of the group is twice as long as the average for every kpop idol out there?

According to her, Eunwoo's dad doesn't express himself that well, so when she debuted and he wrote her a congratulations text. He was proud of her finally achieving her dream. Again, a trainee since 2013.

Rena, y'all... she was my bias, like I would love to be best friends with this girl. 2011! She was there staring in 2011 and she tried to orginally go for TS entertainment, so maybe she has a shit company finding superpower. But anywho, 6 years before she debuted. She was on SMTM and she said she was traumatized because what happend, but she's okay now.

Kyulkyung, I guess, said fuck this shit and she yeeted herself back to China and did a solo debut over there and everything. But 2009... 8 years working her ass off for this bullshit. She went through I.O.I. with Nayoung, as someone on reddit pointed out, the only two girls in kpop history to win Rookie of the Year twice.

Yehana was a trainee for around 4 years, she even was a backup dancer for Hoshi during a Seventeen concert. It felt like Pledis really didn't care for her or Kyla, but more on that later, because there isn't much about her, like looking at her profile, her and Xiyeon had been attending SOPA and that's pretty much it. She is another member staying and again, I hope it's to fulfill her contract.

Sungyeon did the Johnny method, she trained during the summer and did school I. America during the school year. Another girl who was there staring in 2009... Two thousand and nine.... that girl dedicated TEN YEARS of her life to this shit for Pledis just to be like "left on read... lol." She is the third member and I hope it's to fulfill her contract and not because Pledis has something against her.

Xiyeon trained for NINE YEARS?! SHE WAS CONSIDERED THE PRINCESS OF PLEDIS! The opening line of Wee-Woo was literally "I'm the Princess." She was in After-School videos as a trainee, if there was a little girl in an A.S. video, it was most likely her. She was 8... eight years old when she started training, she essentially gave up her childhood because of this fuckery.

Kyla.... they just flat-out didn't care about her. From the fucking family drama with her asshole of a brother to being called fat by people when she was far from it. A little chub constitutes death threats?! Goddamn, people are allowed to have a little thigh and some ass. For Pledis to hide Kyla behind "oh, she has a concussion" only for fans to discover she might have had a job at a local fair (but apparently that photo was taken during We Like era) and for them to say JACKSHIT about it... that's bullshit.

BUT WHAT WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO IS BLAME SEVENTEEN AND NU'EST! We already know they look at comments on Instagram and with Bang Chan and Felix pretty much confirming idols know about tumblr and may even have one, the only people we can blame is Pledis.

Support each and every girl as she continues on her own adventure. I'd link their instagrams and everything, but it's ass o'crack in the morning and I should probably go back to bed.

This may be the end of Pristin, but hopefully they are all still friends and they can pull something out of their hats and do a giant fuck you to Pledis

And one more for the road...

Fuck Pledis.

#pristin #pledis #seventeen #nu'est #nu'est w #after school #nayoung #roa #yehana #sungyeon #kylkyung #rena #yuha #eunwoo #kyla #xiyeon

[epouvantes]

❛ jeon jungkook, demiboyflux, he/they ❜ was that kim moonsik? the twenty-two year old freelance photographer has been in town since birth. the witch has a reputation for being disorganized & affectionate. you know they’re around when you get flashes of ( mismatched socks, taking buzzfeed quizzes into the dead of night, dancing when no one is watching & believing in signs ). rumor has it, they are a member of the high coven. { samu, est, 25, she/they }

( OOC: TW: ANXIETY MENTION AT THE END OF THIS PARAGRAPH. hi! i’m samu, i’m 25 and i use she/they pronouns! i’m so so so so so excited for this rp and for you all to meet my babies!!!!! i wanted to make this lil ooc section just to let y’all know that i’ll be posting longer and more detailed intro-like posts for my charas eventually, but i wanted to be able to give lil summaries and connection ideas before then so!!!!! there it is!!!!! thank u sm for reading!!!!! also if i ever message you to plot, which i’d like to do with everyone if my social anxiety allows it, pls don’t feel obligated to plot with me at all!!!!! i love connecting with other writers and stuff but i’ll completely understand if you’re not up to plot with me and my charas <33 ) ← this is the same ooc paragraph in all of my first three intros, so pls feel free to skip it! <3

brief introduction.

moonsik’s parents moved from ulsan, south korea, to blackthorne about eight years before the boy was born. he grew up in blackthorne along with his two older siblings (they’re fraternal twins a couple of years older than moonsik), and had a pretty comfortable childhood! however, his mother left the family when he was only five years old, and he’s never seen or talked to her since. the reasoning behind her departure is still a mystery to moonsik, and he’s definitely still confused/sad about it, but!! i won’t delve too much into that yet!! i’ll def write about it in my longer bio/intro thingy later on, though!! 

his dad remarried, when moonsik was nine years old, to a woman who had lived in blackthorne all her life!! i’m not gonna develop the step-mother too much bc i’ll definitely send in some wanted connections soon (for her + moonsik’s dad, siblings and step-siblings! and maybe more?), but she actually has a really good relationship with moonsik!! he doesn’t see her as a mother tbh, but he really loves and respects her and!! even during his more rebellious phases in high school she was like the one (1) person in the family he always felt he could talk to!!

relationships with siblings and step-siblings are to be developed tm!! i’ll be sending in wanted connections for them soon as i said before so i might add a bit to it in there but tbh i’ll try to keep things vague so that they’re easier to fill!!

moonsik did NOT like school. like, at all. i think probably at least one of his siblings was like...... super strong academically, and it mayhaps played on moonsik’s confidence a bit to constantly see his sibling(s) get praised for their accomplishments?? and like..... his dad, siblings, step-mom and step-siblings have never put pressure on him?? he did so himself after seeing others succeed so much and wishing he could do so as well?? and don’t get me wrong; he’s skilled at plenty of things (especially visual arts)!! but having difficulties academically really did affect his self confidence :(

i said this was going to be short rip sdlfijsdlkfjsdlkfjsdklf i’M SO SORRY!!!!!

ok so!! outside of all the family stuff!! moonsik’s been exploring his gender identity for about three years now, and he finally feels like he has the right word/definition for it all!! demiboyflux is honestly a word he didn’t even know of until a couple of months ago, but as soon as he saw the definition for it (here’s a link to a simple definition!) he was so happy because it was him and it felt perfectly right??

he’s not exactly out to that many people concerning his gender identity bc as much as he loves who he is he just isn’t ever sure how to bring it up?? also, most of the time he’s fine with masculine nouns (boy, man, brother, son, boyfriend, husband, prince, etc.) AND he’s perfectly fine with both he and they as far as pronouns go, so...... he just doesn’t feel like it’s absolutely necessary for him to discuss it with EVERYONE, you know? but at the same time sometimes he kind of feels like just ranting and rambling and gushing about all of it, which is why he actually started an anonymous blog (eyes emoji tm) last month, and it’s been super helpful for him!!

he’s a freelance photographer rn, and he honestly really likes it!! however, since he’s not super well established yet (and doesn’t have an official diploma or anything like that - he quit university after two semesters), he isn’t making tons of money, and is therefore currently living with his dad and step-mother. it’s becoming a bit suffocating to him tbh?? and he’s highkey considering getting a part-time job too so that he can maybe make enough money to afford renting a lil apartment or room or something!!

super disorganized!! it’s probably one of the things he fights about the most with his family bc they kinda see his lack of organization as him being quite irresponsible (and they’re not completely wrong maybe, but still), and he’s never really done anything to change this part of him?? like, he’s always losing stuff, forgetting things behind, not remembering appointments, forgetting to send in important documents on time, never checking his voice mail and/or inbox, etc.

affectionate af!!!!! a sweetheart, tbh?? like, he’s kind of reserved so people tend to assume that he’s not the most friendly, but he’s actually rlly sweet!! he’s very openly affectionate with the people he’s close to, never hesitating to wrap himself around someone or plop down in someone’s lap or anything like that (though he is careful about who is and isn’t comfortable with that ofc! tbh in the past he didn’t take that into consideration all that much and he honestly feels really bad about it now, so he’s SUPER careful about other people’s boundaries now)!! also....... he will 110% deny it, but he LOVES attention. like he’ll wither away without attention i sdlfjslkdjfksldf

he’s bi and has known for a long time, and he’s actually been out as such since he was seventeen years old! 

( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY ) he’s had two serious-ish relationships in his life so far, but outside of those he’s actually quite enjoyed doing more casual sexual things with people he finds attractive/interesting/etc!! he actually prefers fwbs to one night stands and i can DEF see that leading to some tension in the future with some of his friends.........

HE’S SO PROUD OF BEING A WITCH!!!!!! his entire family are witches (maybe not his step-mother and step-siblings, though? it’ll depend on whether or not they get taken up as wanted connections and, in the case they do, what the people playing them prefer!), and he’s so!!!!!! passionate about it!!!!! he hates learning in school and stuff but when it comes to learning about magic, especially healing magic, he’s so eager and passionate and !!!!!! he loves it :( idk if his father and siblings are in the high coven tbh but!!!!! he is definitely quite proud to be part of it!!!! also he’s probs definitely one of the most eye-roll-y judgemental ones when it comes to what he thinks of the bloodstone coven !! he deadass doesn’t get why they would practice the kind of magic they practice and he’s???? like he wouldn’t be straight up /rude/ to them without reason but he’s def not as friendly as usual around them i think (though ofc there might be exceptions!!)

connection ideas.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS: probably around 2 to 4 of those?? i’m picturing this lil group to have been thick as thieves since they were little kids (although maybe one or more of them joined their lil friend group later on in their childhood and/or teenage years?), and i just really want a group of super close friends who know each other better than the backs of their own hands and who may tease each other mercilessly but who still love and adore each other (no matter whether or not they actually say those words aloud dlffkjsdkjfsdlkjfsdlkf)!! age-wise i was thinking they could all be between 21 and 25 years old?? ( 00 / 02-04 )

EXES: as mentioned earlier, moonsik has been in two romantic relationships in the past that were somewhat serious? one of them was probably a high school relationship that last for like 14 months and ended just because they did not click well together AT ALL but had gotten into a relationship bc high school and stuff, you know?? (i think that ex would have probs identified as a cis woman back then - whether they still do or not is up to you - since they probs started dating before moonsik came out as bi?) and i feel like mayhaps recently they’ve gotten in touch again and actually click quite well as friends nowadays, although there are zero (0) romantic feelings between them anymore (just saying, but..... mlm/wlw solidarity is rad tm!! it’s not a necessity ofc but!! yes!!) NOW THE OTHER EX!!!!!!! i feel like this one would have been a bit more recent?? and probably with a man or masc presenting person?? since it’d be more recent, and the relationship would have been quite important to moonsik, i’d like not to add too much to it here and instead work it out with whoever may end up being interested in that connection? ( 00 / 02 )

EMPLOYER(S): people who’ve hired moonsik for his photography skills!!!! maybe also a future/eventual employer for when he ends up finally looking for a part-time job?? mayhaps they could be friends of some of moonsik’s family members?? oooooh what about someone who knew his mother?? (although ig that’ll be easier to work out when i 100% decide why she left dslfjksdkjfsdkljf) ( 00 / ?? )

FRIEND AND/OR ENEMY WITH BENEFITS: ( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS ) i’m thinking that moonsik probably doesn’t hook up with too many people at the same time unless he knows for sure that the other person doesn’t mind it? so the number for this connection will change depending on that!! also i reaaaaaaally love BOTH the idea of friends with benefits AND enemies with benefits since they can both bring in v interesting storylines!! also i’m not totally opposed to having moonsik hook up with his most recent ex (bc i love angst), but it’s definitely not a necessity! ( 00 / 01 )

DEALER: ( WARNING: DRUGS TW ) he did quite a few hard drugs in hs, which was 100% part of one of his rebellious phases, and although he doesn’t do anything too strong anymore, he does rlly like weed (prefers edibles to smoking tho bc no matter how often he does it he always coughs and it’s embarrassing!!!!!), and i’d love a connection with his dealer?? preferably one that’s kind of humorous?? ( 00 / 01 )

#blackthorneintro #general: introduction. #general: character development. #kim moonsik: all. #kim moonsik: intro. #kim moonsik: character development.

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see the application for Lily Evans under the cut.

OOC

name — kate age — 26 pronouns — she/her timezone — est

IC Overview

name — lily marie evans faceclaim — sophie skelton age — 26 gender — female sexuality — heterosexual patronus — doe

boggart — the last time she actually faced a boggart, it was a clown, but if lily were to come across one now, it would take the form of a riptide. lily is obviously afraid of many things (especially now that she’s a mother, fear is a constant to her), but the feeling that is the worst in the world to her is the feeling of being pulled down, drowning, unable to escape. sometimes her grief over James’ injury is like this — all-consuming, frightening, dark, as if it’ll never pass and she’ll never be free of it. for lily, the worst thing would be to fight and fight to escape the darkness and for it not to make a difference.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

+ nurturing — lily has always believed and seen the best in those around her, and she has a way of bringing that side out of people. even when she was a girl and friends with severus, her friendship brought out a side of him that the rest of the world never got to see. she’s not maternal in a bossy or overbearing way, but in a way that gently cultivates good in the people that she spends her time on.

+ intuitive — lily has a gift for being able to read people. she can often understand what they don’t say just as well as what they do. this has been a great asset especially in her dealings with sirius and remus. her understanding cuts to the heart of the matter, which makes it easier for her to be able to be there for the people she loves.

- self-righteous — sometimes it’s difficult for lily to see where she’s in the wrong. once she’s made her mind up that she’s right, it’s nearly impossible to sway her to see the other side of things, even in the situations where she is wrong.

- stubborn — lily doesn’t give up easily. when she sets her mind to something, she digs her heels in, even when that wreaks havoc in her life. she’s too stubborn to give up hope of healing james, even when healer after healer tells her it’s hopeless. she’s too stubborn to forgive severus for the ways he hurt her, even though he’s more than proved his loyalty at his own personal risk. she’s too stubborn to give up on finding a way to make remus and sirius reconcile, even though both of them would far prefer for her to get off their backs about it.

character biography —

lily would be the first to admit that she had an idyllic childhood. her family was solidly middle class, ensconced in english suburbia (though right on the edge of the nice side of town). she had an older sister that she idolized, two parents that were deeply in love and doted on both of their daughters, and a charming personality that attracted friends at her schools and in the neighborhood from an early age. the only thing abnormal about lily was the strange things that she could seem to do, even from a young age. it alarmed her parents, but they did a good job of hiding that from her, so lily was never concerned about being strange, only fascinated by the things she could make happen.

it wasn’t until she was nine and a shabby boy from the wrong side of town approached her at the park that she knew the truth — she was a witch. knowing severus was like tasting chocolate for the first time — sweet, intoxicating, a touch of bitter consequence. she lapped up everything he could tell her, dragged him home to meet her parents, insisted that he become a part of the family. her parents were hesitant at first, but ready to latch onto any explanation that someone could give them as to what strange things their daughter could do, and it was only two years later when a tall blonde witch appeared at the doorway to confirm the story.

looking back, lily can see now that the cracks in her family began the moment severus approached. the more lily dragged severus into her family’s life, the more petunia edged her way out of lily’s. by the time lily left for hogwarts, the damage was already done, but she was too young and excited to realize that she had lost her sister.

lily’s life at hogwarts was a dream. she was a witch, and she was good at it, too. gryffindor fit like a glove, and she gathered friends around her that latched onto her light, her joy, her radiance. she kept severus close, too, but it was harder with him in slytherin, and his housemates looking down on their friendship.

there were only two parts of hogwarts that lily found difficult — the fact that severus was wrong because it did matter, and James Potter.

being a muggleborn would never be something that lily could be ashamed of, but people still tried to knock her down because of it. if she had known that trading the muggle world to be a wtich would plunge her into the heart of a war, maybe lily wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic about going to hogwarts, but by the time she realized the state of her new world, she was in too deep to do anything but fight.

James Potter was arrogant and bossy and rude and mean. he was spiteful and prejudiced and not as good looking as he thought he was. if lily was the hero of her story, james was the antagonist, and for five and a half years, lily was deeply committed to the grudge she held over the boy in question. but in her sixth year, she no longer had severus, and james no longer seemed to enjoy picking on the weaker students he had tortured for years. it was easier for everyone if they learned how to get along, lily told herself, and it was true. the common room was certainly much calmer in the evenings without evans and potter screaming at each other over the latest prank or obnoxious way to ask her out.

even now, lily couldn’t say when hatred turned to apathy and apathy turned to interest and interest to friendship and friendship to love. maybe it was the fact that remus was always there to share the latest thoughtful thing james had done for him, maybe it was the way james consoled the homesick first year when they found her lost in the castle during rounds as head boy and girl, or maybe it was just that lily evans and james potter were perfectly matched for each other. of course, it’s never that simple, but the fact of the matter is that lily and james’ love story was so complex that there was no way for her to describe how hatred and enmity turned to love and eventually marriage.

but it did, and james became her best friend. and when her parents died in a car accident and petunia said she never wanted to see lily again, james became her family. he was the reason she was able to fight even when the fight seemed hopeless. he was the reason she hoped and longed for a better life. he was the reason she let mary doll her up in a white dress and heels that were way too tall for her and walked down the aisle to that cliche waltz. he was the reason she wasn’t afraid to give birth to harry in the midst of war. he was the reason she was still able to smile and laugh while living every moment in fear that their hiding place would be discovered and their son would be murdered.

he wasn’t her reason for living, because lily evans wasn’t a helpless, brainless girl, but he was the reason that her life was so full of light in the middle of a war.

until, one day, that light went out.

these last five years, lily has done everything she could to get that light back, to see james open his eyes and give her that look that makes her heart melt. she’s enrolled him in treatment after treatment, tried every new trial that the healing community comes up with, read every medical journal she could get her hands on from every wizarding healing institution around the world. she trained to become a healer so that she could do her own research. she left harry with sirius for days and sometimes weeks at a time, only coming home to kiss her son and catch some rest, all with the goal in mind of reuniting her family.

but somewhere along the way, harry grew from a baby who knew nothing of war to a little boy who could feel the absence of his mum and had the words to question why. before she could realize what was happening, he was turning to sirius more often than he was turning to her, asking her questions that she didn’t have answers for, showcasing new abilities that she hadn’t the time to teach him. where had he learned to play piano? was that french he was just speaking?

lily is caught between wanting to be a good mother and wanting to reunite her family, and she’s only beginning to see that the two goals aren’t necessarily compatible.

plot ideas —

mmm so MANY

— harry // lily is right on the verge of beginning to realize that her obsession with getting james back is hurting her son. she’s not around as much as he wants her to be, and he’s smart enough to see that his mum is unhappy. he has no interest in his father, sees uncle sirius as the only dad he needs, and that concerns lily. I’d love to see things push this even father home for her. I think it’ll be really important for lily to come to terms with the fact that she might have to move on in order to give her son the life he deserves.

— sirius // wow, lily and sirius have gotten themselves into a little bit of a mess. they relied on one another so much after james was injured and it only seemed natural at the time that sirius should move in with lily and harry. but it’s been five years now, and their living situation has harry confused. in fact, their whole relationship is probably confused. sirius and lily have no romantic feelings whatsoever for each other, but that doesn’t mean that sirius would be okay with some other man swooping in and stealing lily’s heart. if lily does decide to move on, how can she do that while she shares a house with james’ best friend and brother?

— horcrux hunt // of course, there’s that dynamic in her relationship with sirius, too. lily doesn’t know about the horcruxes. all she knows is that sirius is helping dumbledore with a lengthy project — she suspects it has something to do with the order, but she doesn’t quite understand why. voldemort’s gone, isn’t he? if lily were to find out about them, and discover that both sirius and dumbledore kept such an important secret from her (that they knew the man who might target her son would return in only a matter of time), how would she react? how would she be able to trust them again?

— old friend // man, I’d love to see some lily/severus stuff in this verse. has she forgiven her old friend? does she know about his role in the war? does she know that he was a spy for the order? does she even know that he was a death eater? what would happen if something were to bring them back into one another’s lives and they rekindled their friendship? if that information came out later, would she ever be able to forgive him? and how could she hope to have a good relationship with severus when she lives in the same house as sirius?

— death eaters rising // lily has no reason to think that voldemort could ever come back — no one but sirius, dumbledore, kingsley, minerva, and alastor have any reason to think that, because no one else knows about the horcruxes (well, except for a very small faction of death eaters, but they’re not about to spread that around). so if the death eaters were to begin to move around again, what will her response be? will she be able to read the signs and put two and two together, or will she just think they’re stirring trouble because they can?

— voldemort’s return // mmm, if voldie does return, what will that mean for lily potter? her son was one of the boys he considered going after. what if he decides to target harry again, this time for real? how would she protect her son?

lol so many more but ain’t nobody got time for that right now.

#lily evans #al:accepted

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Where do you find the strength to go on? To live? To keep trying? To believe? I've lost myself and I'm completely undone. I'm not suicidal but I never want to leave my bed even though I haven't really slept in weeks. And yes, I'm getting help. It's taking longer than I expected to show results. I'm sorry for putting this on you, I just want to know what you do when you've lost all hope and faith? How do you comfort yourself?

I’m by no means a therapist, and none of this is a replacement for adequate medical care. This is what I do when I feel bad: 

Get outside. Whenever I’m feeling really upset I go and pray in the woods.

I go on the treadmill for a half hour. I can’t believe I’m recommending exercise because six months ago I wasn’t very active and didn’t believe exercise would help me— but it did! The hardest part was getting started.

I clean my room! Do my laundry, wash my sheets, make my bed, organize my books. It’s a soothing ritual for me.

I take a break from electronics and do something with my hands. I make bread or embroider. Bread is very easy to make, and also very soothing: all you need is yeast, flour, and water. 

Have structure in your life! I set my alarm for seven every day (except for weekends— then I wake up at nine!). This is where having a job or school can help (if they’re not too overwhelming). My weekday is usually like this: wake up at seven, at work from eight until five, come home, relax for a half hour, make dinner, set aside five minutes of writing time. 

Try not to compare yourself to other people. This is probably one of the things I struggle with most.

For two minutes every day, I sit in the middle of my room and focus on my breathing. That’s it. Sort of like meditation. 

Move from your room! Even if it’s just moving from the bed to the couch. 

Write down all the mean things you say to yourself, and what made you think them. Doing this made me realize how awful I treated myself, and over very insignificant things.

Have spaces that comfort you: in the words of Joseph Campell, “[Sacred space] is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.”

Other things I do:

I have a few poems memorized that I recite when I feel overwhelmed: some lines from ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats, ‘Bog Queen’ by Seamus Heaney, ‘Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind’ by Thomas Wyatt, ‘Me Tangere’ by Sara Eliza Johnson.

I watch European comedy films. Or Hannibal. Or any comfort show, really. 

I call my dad. My dad and I are really close, so talking to him always settles me down. 

I have a notes doc of ‘reminders’: quotes I put away to make myself feel better. Here are some:

this post and this post

“As a child I thought a great deal about meaninglessness, which seemed at the time the most prominent negative feature on the horizon. After a few years of failing to find meaning in the more commonly recommended venues I learned that I could find it in geology, so I did… I found earthquakes, even when I was in them, deeply satisfying, abruptly revealed evidence of the scheme in action. Later, after I married and had a child, I learned to find equal meaning in the repeated rituals of domestic life. Setting the table. Lighting the candles. Building the fire. Cooking. All those soufflés, all that creme caramel, all those daubes and albondigas and gumbos. Clean sheets, stacks of clean towels, hurricane lamps for storms, enough water and food to see us through whatever geological event came our way.” (Joan Didion)

“I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.“ (Simone Weil)

“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” (Frederick Buechner)

“A long time ago, when you were a wee thing, you learned something, some way to cope, something that, if you did it, would help you survive. It wasn’t the healthiest thing, it wasn’t gonna get you free, but it was gonna keep you alive. You learned it, at five or six, and it worked, it *did* help you survive. You carried it with you all your life, used it whenever you needed it. It got you out—out of your assbackwards town, away from an abuser, out of range of your mother’s un-love. Or whatever. It worked for you. You’re still here now partly because of this thing that you learned. The thing is, though, at some point you stopped needing it. At some point, you got far enough away, surrounded yourself with people who love you. You survived. And because you survived, you now had a shot at more than just staying alive. You had a shot now at getting free. But that thing that you learned when you were five was not then and is not now designed to help you be free. It is designed only to help you survive. And, in fact, it keeps you from being free. You need to figure out what this thing is and work your ass off to un-learn it. Because the things we learn to do to survive at all costs are not the things that will help us get FREE. Getting free is a whole different journey altogether.” (Mia Mckenzie)

“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” (Clarissa Pinkola Estes)

“We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. an interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.” (Hildegard von Bingen)

“You have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.” (Joan Didion)

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.” (Carlos Castaneda) 

“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.” (George Adair)

“If you remember better times you know they were lies, because they led to this.” (Alice Notley)

#Anonymous #advice #whispers