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John Young in every episode ➥ The Tomorrow People s01e01: Pilot
isabela ‘ izzy ’ harkness.
fc is nicol.e muno.z.
skaikru born ( farm station in the show / walden in the books. )
22.
eventually wanted to be a council member, like her mother. excelled in her lessons on the ark. now she works in helping to run arcadia.
trans female, has had top surgery.
has generalized anxiety disorder / panic disorder, that is triggered a lot more when they descend to earth.
You can’t do this alone. I’m not leaving you.
@lcvedher
Ѡ / castor
* MEME. ACCEPTING. @LCVEDHER.
oh god she’s scarred for life. what the hell, clarke !!
[ text. sister from the same mister. ] hey where’s the bleach bc i don’t ever want to see again[ text. sister from the same mister. ] wHY DON’T YOU DOUBLE CHECK WHO YOU’RE TEXTING WHY DO YOU HATE ME
Send 🍆 for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
becca @ herself: look what you did. you fucked up a perfect good ai – it’s got disregard for humanity and intense focus on the end goal.
* PETER.
It all happened so fast that Peter barely comprehended the pain in his own arm, and at first when he saw blood, he assumed it was his own, having rubbed onto her in the fall. But the blood was getting darker, and it was coming from the place under her shirt where he knew stitches held torn skin together. Or at least, they had. “Oh no…” He said, eyes widening softly. “No no no, okay, come here.” He tore a large portion of fabric from his shirt and folded it, into a thick square. “Hold this tight, okay?” He placed it on her side and placed her small hand over it. “Tight tight tight.” He repeated. “As tight as you can.” Deceptively strong arms moved to circle around her small frame and lift her carefully. He felt the twinge of pain in his arm as he did so, but her injury was much more critical than his. “We just have to get back to camp and we can get you stitched right back up.”
* hands that’re slightly trembling hold over the square of fabric he tore from his shirt and the muscles in her jaw clench, colour draining from usually flush skin. bleeding in battle was ignored until the fight was won, now she doesn’t even have her anger to focus on, all she feels is dread in the pit of her stomach while all the skills she had learnt under anya fail her. pain throbbing under her rough touch, tris grits her teeth as peter lifts her, the burning pain increases but she powers through. back to camp, easy enough. ❛ i can do this. ❜ they start on the rest of their trek back to camp, luckily not so early into the journey from polis that she has serious worries. only slight ones. not looking at the blood still bleeding sluggishly from her wound. ❛ ... let’s try and hurry though. ❜ a shaky half grin follows.
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When we first met i thought didn’t like me or were one of those illusive ppl. And then I learned better and now I just nah its just Chaz spacing out again.
when i space out i enter the matrix universe where emine.m is my husband
dab
where’s my fucking block button
* just a reminder that i am honestly the fucking worst at keeping in contact, i start convos and then zone out bc im either dealing with family shit or mental shit or i just can’t carry on the conversation for a while bc im recharging so -- never take it as i don’t want to talk to you or i’m blanking you bc it’s literally just be being a blank potato thank u !!
all of the delinquents know roma a thot and they accept it bc #family
@rainkilled. continued !
She was right. And the approaching sound of horse hooves only confirmed hat they were no longer alone. “Get behind me.” Peter moved quickly to block her from arrows just they came flying. Just as he did, one grazed his arm sharply and he winced. He didn’t even have time to register the blood now dropping down his arm. “Tris.” He looked at her for a second. He knew she was more than strong, more than capable, both physically and emotionally. But he hated for her to see him as anything other than kind and soft. “Close your eyes.” He swallowed hard. Coming out alone had been a bad idea. Without another word, he tossed his injured arm around her, basically tackling her to the ground as he drew his gun with the other hand. Before he could overthink it anymore, he aimed and shot. There was a large grunt and then a thud, and the arrows stopped. He was quiet for a moment, eyes shut tightly. “I’m sorry. We should go back to camp. I’m so sorry.” He knew that in reality, he cared arguably more than she did, but he couldn’t help it.
* she hated this, being still so weak and frail, dizziness and fatigue reigning in a body that had once been second in her clan, a warrior, a fighter. prickles of tension run through her body and make the hairs on her neck rise -- just before the first arrow flies through the air, catches her companion on the arm. a stab of fear thrums in her chest, she can’t tell were they’re coming from, can’t defend herself. ❛ peter ! ❜ tris doesn’t realize until she’s dragged to the ground what was happening, a pained grunt following when she lands on her bad side, scar underneath clothing throbbing. jade eyes glance up with the gunshot, ignoring the warning -- and she hears the body drop. death is nothing new or disturbing to the young warrior, raised to fight, to kill for her clan and her heda. seeing peter kill ... that is something that she wished he never had to do, had to bare the burden of. pushing herself up with a hand clamped to her side, free hand comes to rest on his shoulder. ❛ don’t be sorry. you kept us alive, that’s all that matters. ❜ the pain in her side doesn’t stop, a cursory glance down with her hand pulled away shows the deep red stained against pale skin, seeping into the fabric of her clothing. her stitches had split. a harsh swallow and voice shaky, giving way to the fear and smallness of her age. ❛ peter. ❜
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (a fun ask game!)
Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:
a trait they have too much of (ex. too much pride = arrogance)
a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)
a trait they express in the wrong way
a trait they’re ashamed of
a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)
a bad habit
something they do that hurts themself
something they do that hurts others
a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR
a way that they are improving on any of the above!
@rainkilled. continued !
Peter shot a grin across the group at his girlfriend. He knew she wanted to get back to camp. She had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to get back to somewhere private. He chuckled a little. He was pushing her buttons and he knew it. The trip from Polis was exhausting to begin with, and to add sexual desire on top of it was maddening. He knew, because he wanted her as badly as he knew she wanted him. Still though, he trailed behind the group. “Why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Something wrong, Roma?” He purses his lips to hold in a laugh, knowing good and well he was going to pay for this later.
* oh she could kill him. having to act all restrained and controlled in front of the grounders while in polis, left her uncomfortable. the scar on her chest itched and burned under the loose white shirt she wore -- now the top buttons were undone enough to show off the ark issue bra, the delinquent flushed from the heat and peter’s teasing. when he comes closer, jade eyes narrow and she shifts closer, hand coming to swat the back of his head. ❛ watch it, colton. or you’ll find yourself sleeping alone tonight. ❜ roma was known for her stubborness, she would go through with her threat just to prove a point.