PLAYING DEAD.

marvel's patricia walker by laurel, est. 2017. private + selective. 21+.

[patsywalker]

WEEKDAYS ON WNEX... marvel's patricia walker, written by laurel since 2017. private + selective. plot-focused. 21+ only. think identity, recovery, and the epic highs and lows of celebrity. think 'voice' as a concept. think detached existentialist ennui + rampant intellectualism as coping mechanisms. think about jessica jones, probably.

who i was before the accident is just a story now. everything before now, before now, before now, is just a story i carry around. i guess that would apply to anybody in the world. what i need is a new story about who i am. what i need to do is fuck up so bad i can't save myself. — CHUCK PALAHNIUK, INVISIBLE MONSTERS

CARRD.

[patsywalker]

which beautiful concept are you?

the holiness of the kitchen, the warmth of a shared meal. there is beauty in the nourishment and love found at a table of food, and those you eat it with. you are the laughter and joy of shared stories, of reminiscence. the comfort of knowing you have a home among the clatter of plates, a dish being passed between people, a full stomach.

[patsywalker]

which two greek gods are your parents?

ATLAS AND ATHENA. Oh, sweet child of penance and law! Your father eternally holds up the skies, and your mother crowned of wisdom and war. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by endurance, service, and logic. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of courts and punishment as you grow into your power.

[patsywalker]

where does it hurt the most?

YOUR STOMACH (anxiety, dread, constant waiting for something to go wrong). It hurts here because you are always anticipating impact. You live a few seconds ahead of the present, scanning for what might go wrong, preparing yourself for news you have not received yet. Even in stillness, your body is alert, as if calm is something that could disappear without warning. You tell yourself you are being realistic. You call it intuition. You say you are just trying to stay prepared. But the truth is that uncertainty feels unbearable, and your mind would rather invent possibilities than sit inside the unknown. It hurts in your stomach because you are tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop. You deserve rest that does not feel temporary.

[faust-lane]

Kaya Scodelario as Susie Glass in The Gentlemen (2024)

[patsywalker]

hi. one of my unofficial 2026 resolutions is to be here for real. consider this a plotting call for whoever is still around.

[patsywalker]

hi. one of my unofficial 2026 resolutions is to be here for real. consider this a plotting call for whoever is still around.

[sheryllee]

yeah. nothing but sunshine and rainbows.

[patsywalker]

what enters the room before you do?

THE EXPECTATIONS. You arrive already reading the room. Who needs reassurance. Who expects competence. Who is quietly hoping you’ll fill a gap they won’t name. You adapt instinctively, almost reflexively - sliding into what’s required before anyone asks. People feel understood by you. Seen. Held. Sometimes too quickly. They mistake your attunement for availability, your flexibility for obligation. The work here is remembering that you are allowed to enter without performing. That your presence does not have to be useful to be valid. Colours: Soft beige, pale blue, overcast light Scene: Adjusting yourself mid-conversation, then pausing, wondering when you last checked in with what you wanted.

[patsywalker]

find your own color @ poomang

i enjoy how she's clashing with another shade of yellow. CANNOT have the competition

[patsywalker]

made you something. i hope this helps.

[rekant]

"you basically do. you keep letting me in."

she sliiiiides her way out of the blanket, and returns only once she's got another cold beer.

even though it's, like, eight in the morning. because her head fuckin' hurts, and the sun's streaming in through the open window.

[patsywalker]

she snatches the blanket, wraps it tightly around herself. she's always so fucking cold.

"so i'm a nice person." quite literally no one has ever accused trish of that. "i'd rather have you where i can see you."

[daniellecamp]

KAYA SCODELARIO for FAULT Magazine

[rekant]

@patsywalker / wrapped starters

"i'm getting too old for this."

falling asleep on the couch together, because trish has a thing about sleeping in beds, apparently.

she drinks warm beer, winces, and swigs again.

[patsywalker]

"you're younger than me." she shoves bunny's shoulder, but not forcefully enough to even spill the beer (she'd only have to clean it up herself). "and i never actually invite you over."

[whtsyours]

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What do I do now?" "You'll just fall back on being the world's greatest dancer. Me? I'm just alone and hated by everyone." Étoile, S01E08 (2025)

[patsywalker]

act like a goddamn adult. you're number one on the call sheet now: you have to lead by example. (how?) you help the other actors. you let them know you notice if they're unprepared. you set the tone and land the jokes. a hundred people could have jobs on this show, for years. but they only feed their families if you do your job perfectly every day. — DOROTHY WALKER, 2007

#PATSYWALKER — marvel's patricia walker, written by laurel (they) since 2017.  private, selective, + plot-focused. 21+ only. exploring themes of identity, recovery, and celebrity (among other things).

[allgarbo]

“To try and explain my real feeling for Greta would be impossible since I really do not understand myself. I do know that I have built up in my emotions a person that does not exist. My mind sees the real person — a Swedish servant girl with a face touched by God— only interested in money, her health, sex, food and sleep. And yet her face tricks my mind and my spirit builds her up into something that fights with my brain. I do love her but I love the person I have created and not the person who is real.” — Mercedes de Acosta.