☄ ☆✮ Space Oddity ✮☆ ☄

★ ☆ ⌭ Space Oddity ⌭ ☆ ★ ☼ Stevie Fabray ☼ the spare one ☼ 4/4 Stranded on Earth, currently in New York City, trying to find a mothership to take me back to my planet. the stars look very different today Lover of dogs and scifi, hater of hairbrushes.

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ptsdwiki:

Dissociation days [03.10.18]

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ffrankienstein:

I never wanted to leave and I would have taken you with me if I could. No doubt. I’m sorry if I ever gave you stomachaches, babygirl. 

You’re right. Batman isn’t anything special without a team. I mean, none of them are as great as Wonder Woman but… I’ll see you around, you don’t have to smile at me if you don’t want to. 

Maybe next time you can just leave a note. It’s okay if you don’t have Post-Its, you can use the ones in the drawer of the table by the door. There’s nine different kinds. The ones shaped like a dog are my favorites but you can use them too. And take some if you’d like. 

It’s okay. Quinn gives me tea for them.

I like Wonder Woman too. A lot and I’ve watched it 17 times since it came out. I don’t know if I’ll want to smile or not because my brain sorta just... it doesn’t work very well. Kinda like when you lived with us. But also kinda worse. Just a heads up in case you don’t wanna talk to me anymore. Just don’t stop talking to Quinn, okay? It’s not her fault. I’m not her fault.

[reborngracekelly]

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reborngracekelly:

Quinn pressed down the feelings of hurt from seeing Stefanie like this, each and every twitch, and stutter pulling something up from her chest, making it impossible to breathe, like Stevie’s happiness was a requirement for air the circulate. Her arms tightened around the other blonde, pressing soft kisses against her hair, movements careful and rhythmic, as to not startle her. 

“Don’t be sorry baby.” Quinn cooed gently, her hand resting against the curve of Stevie’s head, brushing through soft blonde strands. “I know, sweetheart. But everything’s okay now, yeah? Just me, and you. And lots, and lots of cookies.” Quinn feigned a smile, knowing that Stevie’s sweetness, her warmth, was the only thing that kept Quinn from spiraling. Was the break between Quinn and what made a Fabray, a Fabray. And she found herself, especially lately, so terrified of losing it. 

“It’s never going to go back to that. Okay?” She paused, swallowing as she leaned to press a lingering kiss to her baby sister’s cheek. “I won’t let it.” 

Breathing slowly got easier, the weight on Stevie’s chest diminishing until it was just a dull and ignorable ache. Because even before the youngest Fabray started collecting memories, Quinn had always meant safety, understanding, clarity and unconditional love; in Stevie’s opinion, the rarest love of all. Having Quinn nearby meant that things were going to be fine: from not being able to open a jar of pickles to night terrors so intense that would take a couple of hours to fully wake up from. Quinn was the definition of what they had learned in Sunday school were guardian angels. And that was Stevie’s religion. 

The petite blonde nodded against her sister’s shirt and sighed shakily, unclenching her hands from the fabric, tracing the cloth idly. “Everything’s okay when I’m with you. E-Even when you’re working somewhere and I’m here... Knowing you exist is like putting a band-aid on the universe’s scraped knees.”

She nodded again, eyes fluttering close at the softness of the kiss to her cheek. “I know. Because you saved us.” Stevie cleared her throat and stayed quiet for a few seconds. When she spoke again, her voice had a lucid, serene and grounded quality that seldom made an appearance. “You know, Q-Tip... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you. For everything. Fran left and you just... I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for you. And I don’t mean here like NYC, right?” Small fingers kept fiddling with Quinn’s clothes, different colored eyes following their every move. “You deserve the world and I know I’m not exactly... easy to deal with but I just want you to know that you’re the most amazing being in the Universe and the sun is jealous of you.” A quiet sniffle. “I love you forever, Quinn.”

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ffrankienstein:

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You’re right, I am an archipelago, not an island. I don’t want to be an island anymore. I know you needed me and I let you down. Quinn too.

Yeah, I remember. I just wanted to see you smile. Sometimes all you have are crap choices and I’m really sorry that mine hurt you. I’m going to make it better, Stevie. 

You can be an island but the thing is... You can’t stop being archipelago because you’re not supposed to leave the other islands alone or else you’re not an archipelago anymore. 

We just wanted to come with you. And... Make sure you hadn’t been eaten by a bear or kidnapped by the shadow people. That year. And the next. And the next. And the next. A lot of bad things happen all the time. And it’s good for the body and the brain to know that they didn’t happen to the people you love. Or else you get stomachaches.

I smile. I get that. But that’s why the Justice League is many people. Because stronger together. Divide and you shall conquer, so stronger together. 

I’ll be around. I’m just kinda always here.

[reborngracekelly]

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reborngracekelly:

Quinn’s mind could always be compared to a storm, fully blasting, raining on each and everything that crossed her mind. But Stevie? Stevie fell into the eye of it, where she was always sure, and always able to slip away in favor of seeing her sister. 

The sound of Stevie’s whimper pulled her from her thoughts, her phone forgotten as she set it off to the side, her hand reaching to brush Stevie’s hair from her eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Quinn whispered gently, her free arm winding around Stevie’s small body. She shifted against the couch, pulling Stevie almost into her lap. 

“I’m right here.” Quinn pressed a kiss to Stefanie’s head, closing her eyes. “Nightmare, babygirl?”

Stevie couldn’t help the small flinch as Quinn’s fingers brushed her hair away, eyes still trying to focus. She knew that her older twin was the least likely person ever to hurt her, but old habits died hard.

As she tried to catch her breath, she clung to Quinn, curling up against her with trembling hands. The closeness and soothing touches effectively calmed the shorter girl, feeling her heart getting in sync with her sister’s. 

Nodding against Quinn’s shoulder, Stevie sighed shakily. “Uh huh... sorry.” She sniffled, not even trying to move from her sister’s embrace. “I was trying not to think about stuff earlier but when I fell asleep, the memory knights let their guard down and some of the prisoners escaped...” 

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ffrankienstein:

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I wish you could, babygirl, I’m sure I would have loved it. I had to go though, okay? I really, really, didn’t want to leave you. I promise. 

I’m sorry he did that to you. I remember when I used to get in late after soccer practice and try not to wake you but I always just wanted to check you were tucked in. That you were safe. I would have loved my birthday present, Stevie. 

PRIVATE

You just... You just don’t do that. You don’t disappear into the Bermuda Triangle for years because you’re not an island, you’re an archipelago and you have little sister islands that needed you. Because the second biggest island wanted to be an actress and do things because she’s brilliant and she got stuck on her own taking care of the littlest island who doesn’t know how to be an island. 

It’s okay. It’s okay because I didn’t need stitches and Quinn let me borrow her pillow pet so I could lay down and watch Lilo and Stitch. You used to bring me candy from the vending machine. The gummies I liked... I don’t like those anymore, though. And I don’t do things with clay anymore because I would get these expensive apartment carpets and furniture all dirty.

[reborngracekelly]

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reborngracekelly:

Quinn looked over her phone, taking a slow breath as not to jostle her sister, The girl seemed to be holding tighter and tighter the more Quinn panicked, and Quinn set a gentle hand on her messy blonde hair, moving slow, calming strokes, pretending it was to keep Stevie calm, and not her. The thoughts racing through her mind, the pure rebuilding of what she’d thought for the past 12 years, it was — daunting, to say the least. “Babygirl,” She whispered when she felt the girl twitch, thankful for the moment to worry about something else as she set down her phone, and slid one hand under Stevie’s head and one hand around her body, moving slow circles on her back . 

It never usually took much time for Stevie to fall asleep. Running around all day with a brain that back-fired nonstop was pretty exhausting. But tonight it had taken many, many minutes. Quinn’s soft breathing and her fingers running through her untamed locks had felt wonderful but didn’t do much to ease her to sleep. And all because the ghost of their past. Always happy go lucky, it took a mere memory to draw Stevie into that dark corner of her brain she always wanted to avoid. The one who brought the nightmares, like the one she was currently stuck in.

There were soccer balls and clay dinosaurs and snapping belts and thunderous screaming, always so angry. And the small blonde just knew that she needed to get away because he couldn’t break her arm again or else climbing trees would be impossible... And then she was falling.

Stevie woke up with a choked whimper, hair covering her eyes as she struggled not to move an inch in case it hadn’t been a dream. But there was a familiar smell and a familiar warmth and Stevie croaked sleepily, “Q-Tip?”

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task – 001 ☼

1. full name: stephanie beatrice fabray  • gender: female alien  • sexuality: demisexual •  nicknames: stevie, stevo, stevs, steve  • hair color: blonde • hair style: untamed lion mane, a little below her jawline • height: 5 ft, that’s it • relationship status: very in love w her gf dylan gilbert

2. personality type: INFT-P   • hogwarts house: gryffindor • chosen/aspired career path: currently undefined, maybe a zoologist •  current occupation: occasional volunteer at animal shelters •  dream house: quirky studio apartment in the harlem, central park side • dream city to live in: nyc, she good

3. phobias: claustrophobia, nyctophobia • nervous habits: rambling, every kind of fidgeting, biting on her sleeves, tugging at her hair  • spoken languages: barely english  • favorite television show: steven universe • favorite book: where the wild things are

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ffrankienstein:

I never wanted to leave you, babygirl. 

But you did and then you disappeared. I was making you a clay dinosaur for your birthday. It had a soccer ball and everything. And we waited for you. I could have mailed it to you, you know? Or like... sent you a picture. An email or a pigeon. I didn’t know where you lived but you knew where we had to stay.

The dinosaur came out great. I was very proud of it. Then dad broke it against my shoulder blade but it was pretty cool. It had a soccer ball.

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doobiefordylan:

But if I nap now, I can stay up all night long, with my beautiful girl. 

No, no, no. I’ve been up for too many hours because I knew the sky was gonna be cloudy tonight so we can’t use the telescope on the roof. So you have to stay awake and text me always because tonight is a sleep-at-a-normal-hour cuddlefest. Complete with the latest episodes of We Bare Bears and something else of your choosing.

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doobiefordylan:

Just woke up from a nap, at work. Guess bookcases are comfier than I thought.

Boo, naps! Down with naps! Make naps illegal! Make napping girlfriends illegal because they don’t text back!

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ffrankienstein:

Stevie… please.

Not goodbye, I guess then. Because you live here now and so do we. No goodbye from me, because I don’t do that. I don’t leave when people need me because stronger together like the gem fusions from Steven Universe.

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allaboutthatbas:

I saw a guy I hooked up with semi-regularly in college while I was out getting coffee this morning. Wasn’t expecting to see him, considering I did not go to school anywhere near here. He had some boring, sad sack boyfriend and a dog and the whole domestic life. What a snooze. But he had the balls to say he felt sorry for me. I don’t know why, because I am clearly living my best life. But apparently I should be married or some shit, I don’t know.

Moral of the story, I really need to go and get laid and get the taste of that boring ass conversation out of my mouth. Any wingmen or women out there willing to go out with me? Now accepting applications. 

Moral of the story, you need to get a dog. A cooler one than the one he has. Bigger and fluffier. With a better name. Like an Old English Sheepdog named Silver. Or Arcanine. Arcanine’s better for a Tibetan Mastiff but that’s the most expensive dog in the world and I doubt your ex knows that. So you can do just as well with a Silver.

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jocelynchang:

The next time I say yes to helping with the kindergarten-level dance classes, somebody please talk sense into me. It sounded like an easy enough gig until three kids got sick from chugging their apple juice and another somehow ended up with her hair caught in the barre. This all happened before one of them misheard my name and the rest thought it was hilarious, so I spent the rest of the rehearsal being called “Ms. Jason.” I definitely have to give credit to anyone who works with kiddos on a regular basis, because if I did so, I might very well lose my mind.

Aw, you didn’t like it? But it sounded so fun. I mean, not fun fun. Because of the puking but little kids are so free and fun and have so much energy and can talk about the coolest things. Maybe they thought your last name was Jason? You a ballerina? That’s really cool. My parents made me dance once and I feel for the little girl who got her head stuck in the barre because I got myself somehow wedged between the mirror and the barre. Like some Winnie Pooh impersonator. They had to bring the firemen and all, it was bomb.

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ffrankienstein:

Well, this place really is some fancy shit. Feel like I’m gonna break something just by looking at it.

Hello. Nice hair. Goodbye.

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bsmythe:

The plague has finally left my body to go find some other poor, unfortunate soul who tends to drink from random bottles of water that they find while they’re drunk and dying of thirst. Can’t say I’ll miss it, but I can say that I’ll miss being in bed almost 24/7. 

Wait... Is that why you got sick? You started drinking from a water bottle that wasn’t yours? Or is that how you got rid of the sickness? By like... passing it on? Like that movie my sister did not let me watch. 

Are you okay? If you wanna take random stuff for free you should download this thing called The Skint and it tells you where in the city there’s gonna be free stuff. If you get lucky you can totally go a whole day with free food. And it’s cool hipster stuff, like pizza waffles and black unicorn poop ice cream.

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devonlo:

I’ve been playing video games nonstop for like, two weeks. I’ve only emerged to stock up on Sunny D and Lunchables. If anyone thought I was dead… I’m not. 

As your fellow Ghostbuster partner I reserve the right to poke you with a stick either way.

Even if I knew you weren’t dead. You deserve a double poke with the stick for trying to bite my finger while I was trying to feed you a cracker.