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[witchyxwoo]

dizzy never asked for anybody to promote or praise her work, but whenever she heard it she felt giddy. back on the isle, in the salon, most people just paid what they could and left. so the praise and conversations on the isle had been a culture shock at first. evie had been such a kind mentor to her, letting her live in her home for a time as well. the question from blair about wanting an outfit had brought her mind back to reality though. it certainly caught her off guard, but she smiled. "i would love to, but tell me," she paused, turning to grab a notebook from a nearby drawer. "let me know what you'd like and what for. i'll write it down."

[heartsbreaking]

as soon as she was prompted blair started listing upcoming events for her. the end of spring, beginning of summer was always so busy. "so coming up i have: a charity gala for the ballet company, a ribbon cutting and a formal dinner in corona." blair had more coming up, but those were events that she either already had outfits for, or her usual stylists were already booked. "for the gala, it needs to be like formal and maybe fairy like, the ribbon cutting can be more like formal-casual, and the dinner in corona is during the flower festival so that's really the theme." she was glad that dizzy was willing to potentially dress her. she took a breath when she stopped with the dress codes. "do any of those stand out to you? the gala is the soonest, but if you can't make that turn around it's alright."

[shnehollander]

Natalee Linez as Felisa Valdez 9-1-1 | 6x07 “Cursed”

[runawaywhorses]

Angela Sarafyan

[heartsbreaking]

@regretrot sent "I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin." (tig for angel)

some smart ass comment sat on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it back in favor of real human empathy. outside their own circles, there were so few people they could talk to that she knew a conversation ending bite would be just that. she swallowed it down and reformatted that instinct into something kinder. she had been the one who came when she was called after all. "i know the feeling." angel approached him slowly. she looked down at his hands and took them anyway, she didn't care about the grime, about taking on the evidence as her own. "let's go wash off," angel suggested. "we can talk, or not talk, but i think you'll feel better when it's not physically on you." she knew it was more than physical, sometimes all she could see was the blood on her hands and the acts she'd become responsible for even when she was fresh out of the shower. and she'd been in this for less time than tig had. "that work for you?" she met his gaze again, finally stilling.

[heartsbreaking]

listening to western nights again, and there's no muse i would make a single muse blog for more than angel, but i really am trying to be SO CAREFUL with what lore i put out for people to consume for the medusas and keeping it on a multi where it's lowkey hard to find has to be the move.

cause like if i wasn't trying not to get my shit plagiarized i'd let y'all read the whole script if you wanted, but i really wanna be careful with who has that much access.

[heartsbreaking]

i think i probably have like one more coherent thought in me for tonight, maybe two if i'm pushing it

[6flag]

dean's made himself fit to what his friends need from him.       and bullying him    —     it seems the highlight of hazel's day.       so he doesn't say anything.   he's been looked at as the dumb jock before.  he knows he gives that vibe off to others.  but this time,  he finds himself trying to follow the assignment.   unsuccessfully.          “        harmon.        ”   he whispers,  frown creasing the space between brows.          “        hazel.  HAZEL!        ”   it's a whisper-yell now at the back of their head.  he doesn't fuck with exes outside of classrooms.  inside these walls, though, he can be a normal person     —     he's not a dick.    multivariable calculus as a requirement should be fucking illegal.   “        are you following this shit at all today?  i keep getting an error when i punch it in my calculator.  can you tell me what i'm doing wrong?        ”       now he awaits it,     the snark.        he's come to enjoy the quick wit hazel dishes out, actually.   keeps class interesting.  poor tucker,  he was way too nice,  it would've gone up in flames anyway.      “        it's the vectors i think i'm fucking up.        ”     @heartsbreaking liked for a starter for hazel harmon!

[heartsbreaking]

multi fucking variable calculus. something hazel was passing by the skin of her teeth, and trips to the tutoring center before exams when she remembered. that only happened about 50% of the time, but it showed effort supposedly. but she hated this shit. she genuinely didn't know why she specifically needed it. her major was based on something that really hadn't changed in centuries. her head was propped up on her left hand, puzzling over the calculator until she heard her name being whispered from behind. anything to avoid the worksheet. she turned around, resting the arm that had been supporting her head on the back of her chair. "dean," she matched the same whisper yell he had been directing at her. "it would be my honor to tell you what you're doing wrong at any other time. however, i have no fucking clue what i'm doing and i was kind of considering giving up for the day, and maybe trying again sometime before our next class." she'd give it one more go before zoning out drawing for the rest of class. hazel reached for her calculator and held it out to him. "see if i made it farther than you, maybe we can mutually figure it out from there."

[robinsteves]

EMILIA JONES as MAEVE PRENDERGRAST Task, ‘Crossings’

[heartsbreaking]

@regretrot sent would you teach me how to fight? (stiles for nicole)

the question surprised her, but then again so had stiles confidently walking into her bar. it wasn't busy given how early it was so she didn't feel the need to usher him out to the back or the manager's office to have this conversation. there wasn't anyone who was going to overhear them yet. the rush wouldn't hit for a while and nicole wouldn't be working it tonight. she set the knife down, setting it and the cutting board of limes aside. "what do you mean fight?" surely there was someone more qualified, one of the argents or hell, stiles' own father. she wasn't against the idea entirely. "what are you looking for? being able to not get your ass whooped or actually hold your own?" they were two different things, surviving and fighting back.

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that knows when they're doing something stupid, but does it anyway

[heartsbreaking]

user @6flag made me google MULTIVARIABLE CALCULUS

SEE!!! I HAD TO GOOGLE A MATH THING!!!!

[heartsbreaking]

@regretrot sent I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. (reese for stevie)

she'd made herself at home in reese's kitchen bright and early. she made them both coffee while she raided reese's pantry and fridge until she found the dredges of ingredients for pancakes. what she didn't find, she ordered. now they were both drinking coffee while stevie made them both breakfast.

whether she'd be staying the night when reese needed her wasn't a question. it was a given. she didn't mind at all. it was just what friends did for each other. stevie worked the spatuala under a pancake with a wiggle and flipped it over. "i'm always going to be here if that's what it takes," she assured her. it was just that simple. "i'm really glad to hear you're feeling better, reese."

[saltoncity]

girl is that a knife in your hand or are you jerking off your sharp detachable penis in my stomach

[heartsbreaking]

@regretrot sent You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. (buck for stevie)

she was shaking? stevie hadn't noticed it had gotten colder, but when she removed her gaze from the pavement below her, she noticed it was probably about to rain. and she was shivering in her short sleeved 118 work shirt. she'd seen that injury before, it was common, but in her short time working for the 118 she'd never had to treat it. she'd never been the one on the other side reassuring the patient that it was going to be okay, they were taken care of. when she imagined this moment, it was heroic, she could give the patient reassurance from personal experience. instead, she'd frozen up and when she'd gotten out of her head, she'd gone through the treatment she could offer robotically until they handed the kid off at the hospital. torn acl, just like she'd had. they still had plenty more shift to go and she had to pull it together.

stevie looked over at buck when he placed his jacket around her shoulders. she smiled sheepishly, "thanks." it wasn't the first time she'd frozen up on a call, and she wasn't even really ashamed of it. she was ashamed she hadn't lived up to her own expectations for herself. that was what she'd managed to work out in the fifteen minutes of sitting in silence she'd gotten since they'd gotten back to the station. "you used to play sports right? did you ever get hurt bad?" everyone knew how she'd ended up here, but she just hoped maybe she wasn't the only one affected by echoes of a past life.

[heartsbreaking]

i bring a level of 'fuck your ai assistant' to emails with my apartment's management, management doesn't really like.

[precarious-fates]

buck can't help but laugh a little even as exhaustion seeps through. "don't tell eddie you think that, but i fully believe our shift has been cursed somehow." how else could anyone explain all the crazy things that have happened to this specific crew at the rate it does? & rarely does anything crazy insane non-citywide happen to other houses! "personally, i blame chim," they stage whisper, glancing around quickly to see if said man is anywhere nearby. "he was here before any of the rest of us. so as far as i'm concerned all the crazy stuff started with him."

[heartsbreaking]

stella nodded, chim would know if they'd been cursed by a witch or at least when the crazy shit started. "we should investigate. i mean like, there has to have been a point in time when this house wasn't like a disaster beacon." stella had a nosey streak she'd really had to learn to quiet while she was inside. knowing too much shit wasn't particularly beneficial in jail. now being nosey called to her because there felt like there were less consequences. "maybe we can transfer the not curse to some other house?"