good as hell !

scout whitmore. first daughter of the united states.

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parkerwhitmores‌:

“i don’t know, i think we have to let her get burned a bit before we can come out of this clean. it’s… harsh. but we had to get burned before we realized the truth, right?” he stops, “it… sucks that we can’t stop any of it, sutton deserves some protection from us, but the best we can do now is wait it out and… be here when she needs some siblings to cry on.” parker knows that it’ll suck, when it gets down to it. “she’s just spent too much time with mom, and it’s hard to break out of that ‘perfect child’ light,” parker knows from experience, “you were always too rebellious.” 

“yeah...i just wish that it didn’t have to come to that, you know? i don’t want her to hurt -- ever -- but you’re right, maybe she’ll never realize how bad this actually is until that happens.” if scout had things her way, neither parker nor sutton would ever be subject to another negative feeling in their lives but, especially when they had the parents they did, negative feelings were inevitable. “i’m just worried about mom sinking her claws even deeper into her before she can figure it out.” she scoffed. “yeah, i was rebellious, but also at some point she just...gave up on me. i guess ultimately i’m kinda happy that she did, because she’s the worst, but like...she never really bothered with me.”

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frankwillicms‌:

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“scout whitmore!” frank shouts, his voice practically shaking the room. he’d just spotted her across the bar. he’d had no idea that the whitmores were in town, other than the oldest. he approaches, knowing he’s caught the eyes of everyone in the general area. he greets scout with a trademark grin, “i haven’t seen either of y’all since you were this high,” he gestures to the middle of his stomach, “how are ya? how’s your mom?” the current president was good friends with his ex-wife. which… fit. if frank was being honest. they were both a bit too ambitious for their own good. 

at the end of the bar, scout flinched at the sound of her name booming through the room. confused, she turned in the direction of the noise, her eyes widening when she recognized the source. “frank? holy shit!” without hesitation, she stood to give him a hug, bewildered but delighted by his presence. “i’m good, mom’s...mom. you know, busy with the election and all of that.” she had no problem bad mouthing her mother to her siblings or friends, but it was different with adults who knew her. she at least had the sense to be a little more cautious. “but you! what the hell are you doing here?”

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highnessaisling‌:

Aisling was mindlessly watching Scout play her videogame. It was not something she had ever particularly be interested in while growing up. Her parents would probably not have encouraged it either. It amused her that the american had had such a different upbringing and interests. ❝ Dungeons are always creepy. ❞ She had seen her fair share of those in castles she had visited over the years.  ❝ It’s okay. We all have worked to do. I don’t mind. ❞ It was not Scout’s job to entertain the Irish. They had to learn to live together and it included ever aspects of their personal, professional, social and public lives. Aisling was used to her brother being a workaholic anyway.  ❝ Well I’m like awfully terrible at games. So you couldn’t find better or worse playtester. ❞ Depending on what Scout had in mind. 

"can’t say i’ve ever seen one in real life. all of this is based off of lots of googling,” scout replied, walking the character over to open a box in the corner of the room. she actually spent a fair amount of time trying to make sure that the maps she designed looked realistic, which did include google but also some poring over reference images at the new york public library. she picked another pita chip out of the bag and popped it into her mouth. “this one’s more of a puzzle than anything. most of the stuff i work on is kinda...mind game-y? kinda like an escape room. see, there?” she asked, pointing to the screen where her avatar was facing etchings on a wall. “that's the key to getting to the next level, but first you have to find something or someone that can help you decode it.” she offered the controller again. “you’re smart, i’m sure you’ll kill it.”

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rhiannonofwales‌:

“Oh? Tell me more about that,” Rhiannon said, quirking a brow at Scout. She knew better than anyone what it was like to not exactly get along with family members, her own parents included. “We can start the official White as a Ghost Club! If we try hard enough, we might blend in with the sand,” she laughed. “Literally nothing is new. Wales is…the same I suppose. I just spent the last few months with my father so that I’ll be able to step into his shoes.” 

scout shrugged. “oh, you know. she got on tv to tell the country what a bad child i am and is manipulating the absolute shit out of my sister’s situation with her birth parents.” the words came out casually despite the weight that they held. she let out a loud laugh, head tilting back. “that might be kinda cool, actually! it’s the closest anyone could get to invisibility.” she turned her head to look at rhiannon more fully. “god, i can’t even imagine having to be in charge of an entire country, but somehow that’s what everyone else here is doing. wild.”

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ancstvsivs‌:

♡╰  ❛ closed starter for: @scoutwhitmore​​​ !

“ you know what i miss? breakfast at tiffany’s. it’s been a while since i went to new york. oh, or the charbonnel et walker chocolate i’ve had in london, ” anastasia voiced, putting her sunglasses back on and stretching her legs. it was still early, which was perfect for sunbathing. “ i like living on an island, but i wish i could travel more. i mean, i’ve got business to do, but at the same time, it’s really cold in bucharest right now, so i’d rather be here. ”

scout snorted inelegantly, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose as she turned her face up toward the sun. “i definitely wasn’t doing anything as classy as having breakfast at tiffany’s back home. more like angrily riding the 2 train a million times a day and getting into screaming matches with people at yankee stadium.” she was exaggerating, but just barely. “this is traveling, for me. i can’t remember the last time i was able to go somewhere my parents didn’t tell me to go to. bucharest sounds awesome, though. you should take me when the weather gets better.”

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svtton‌:

“ oh i love lisa kudrow, phoebe speaks to me. ” she’d have to track down a ‘ which friends character are you ? ’ quiz, she knew she’d probably be rachel but she had to know for sure. “ i was so tempted to get keeping up with the kardashians but i’m in the mood for real trash reality, you know ? if i wanted to watch family issues on the tv i’d just get someone to film us. ”

"i’m definitely a phoebe. wait, no. maybe joey. or chandler...? oh god, my personality’s so complex, i’ll never figure it out.” scout groaned overdramatically before dissolving into giggles. “knowing mom, she’s probably already working on some sort of reality tv deal for when she leaves office,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “always gotta have as many contingency plans as possible.”

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parkerwhitmores‌:

parker sunk down onto the couch. for once, he was glad michael and aisling had something to do. he doesn’t know if he could have this conversation with any other ears around. their family wasn’t something he… really talked about with anyone that didn’t share his surname. “no, no, this is much worse. i’m here to be in the line of fire. that was the whole point, that she could pick on me but not on you two. and yet, the second i think maybe we can let our guard down she does something disgusting like that.” he sighs, “scout, we’ve got to do something. sutton - she sees too much good in people. she’s going to get hurt even worse.” 

scout shook her head, her teeth wearing on her bottom lip. she prided herself on being someone who looked for the good in people before the bad, but she and her siblings had been burned by their mother so many times that scout had completely given up on looking for good in her. “the only we can really do is get sutton to see how fucked this really is, right? mom obviously give a shit what either of us thinks and dad is basically useless -- it’s not like he’d ever stand up for anyone.” the anger that she held for their parents was always simmering under the surface, and frustration colored her voice as it started to bubble up. “what do you think we should do?”

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parkerwhitmores‌:

“scout, we have to talk,” parker didn’t like the ominous way this conversation was going, but he didn’t like the way his mother was treating either of them even more. “it’s about mom and… everything that comes along with that giant can of worms.” the situation with sutton wasn’t something he could let go of easily.   //   @scoutwhitmore​

scout sighed, not even bothering to try to deflect the conversation. as much as she didn’t want to have it, she knew it was overdue. “yeah, i know.” she put her controller down and shifted to look at parker properly. “she crossed every line when it came to what she did to you, but somehow she found another fucking line to cross with sunny. i just-- i don’t know anymore.”

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rhiannonofwales‌:

At the sight of Scout, Rhiannon sat up slightly, glad to see her. It had been a long while since they last saw each other, so it would be nice to catch up a bit. “I had no idea you were here,” she said, a smile appearing on her facial features. “It is! I’ve been trying to get out and enjoy the beach as much as possible, since it basically rains 24/7 in Wales. I’ll probably get sunburnt, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” 

“yeah, for a couple weeks now. just trying to escape the wicked witch of the west.” scout knew she probably shouldn’t be referring to her mother that way to someone who was trying to build a relationship with the united states, but she couldn’t bring herself to care anymore. “oof, i know. i’m literally just the palest woman and my skin was not built for this, but it’s whatever. i’m chillin.” with a huff, she laid down on the sand, not paying mind to the mess it would make of her hair. “so what’s new? how’s wales, and everything?”

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hrhlara‌:

“scout,” lara hummed, looking at the photo. “i don’t know about that.” she bit her lip as she thought about it, her stomach doing flips as she thought about jumping off a cliff. “and where would we even go? we can’t just jump off a cliff, scout.”

"are you kidding? there are places all over this island! this one is only...” scout turned the phone back around and swiped a few times, “fifteen minutes away by car. and of course we can, we can do anything we set our minds to. come on, live a little.”

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mimidbg‌:

“It was so good of you to come,” Mimi ushered Scout through the door, and pulled her in to press a quick air kiss against each cheek. She took Scout’s things - which she immediately handed off to a hovering maid - and gestured the American to follow her down the corridor. She paused, for just a beat, at the turn as though she meant to go left, toward her office, but then took a right to the sitting room instead. “Can I get you a drink?” Mimi asked as she guided Scout to a plush armchair. “A Chénin Blanc? Or a  Sancerré, perhaps? Or a...Beer?” That was what Americans drank, wasn’t it? Mimi didn’t usually have Bud Light on hand. Usually, she didn’t even fetch her own drinks. She didn’t usually take meetings in her private quarters, either. Or meet her guests at the door. But she’d thought that the daughter of a politician might be more...comfortable with casualness. They certainly dressed like it. “How are you liking Phucket, so far?” 

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scout was usually a step behind most of the royals and nobles she interacted with, but with mimi it felt like she was a hundred feet away, destined to watch in awe. before she could blink, she was greeted, her things were taken, and her feet were moving to follow mimi as scout gaped at the house around her. distracted, scout nearly ran into the other woman when she stopped between rooms, but she saved herself from a potentially embarrassing situation at the very last second. “um, yeah, a drink would be great,” she said as she sat. a beer actually sounded nice, but scout thought that she might try to seem a little less like an uncultured american. “um...whichever of those is wine...?” well, so much for that. when it came to anything like class, scout had consciously suppressed everything she had been taught about it to rebel against her parents. she never thought she might actually need that knowledge. “oh, it’s amazing. i’ve never lived so close to the beach,” she replied, glad to be asked an easy question after the one about beverages had just about defeated her. “and it’s good having my family back together.” the part of it that mattered, anyway.

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svtton‌:

she kicked off her slippers and crawled onto scout’s bed, pulling out her phone when it buzzed with the link to the quiz. “ how many famous lisa’s are there ? ” she could only think of the mona lisa, but that wasn’t even a person. she completed the test and couldn’t help but laugh at the result. “ lisa simpson… who did you get ? ”

"there’s, uh...kudrow, bonet...” scout frowned. there really weren’t that many famous lisas, were there? “that lady with the lips? rinna!” she turned her attention back to the quiz and quieted for a few seconds before she laughed triumphantly. “lisa turtle, hell yeah.” shutting her phone off, she tossed it away carelessly. “okay, now jersey shore.”

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What are the top 3 things on your bucket list?

“climb mount fuji, see my siblings get married, and finally catch a fucking giratina on pokemon go.”

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how do you feel about royalty?

“i mean, like, it is what it is, i guess. lowkey, some of them take themselves way too seriously. lowkey, though, lowkey. actually, pretend i didn’t say that.”

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“okay so...through this door here, i should be coming out in a, like, dungeon-y area.” scout murmured, popping a pita chip covered in hummus into her mouth before grabbing her controller and walking her character through the door. “sorry that i’m doing this while you’re over here,” she said to aisling, leaning back in the chair. “my boss has just been on my ass about the deadline for this game’s release. apparently being on a different continent isn’t a good enough excuse for being a little behind.” leaning back in her chair, she offered the controller to aisling. “actually, you wanna try? do a little playtesting for me? you’d probably be better at catching the mistakes.” [ @highnessaisling​ ]

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"the thing about cliff jumping is...that it rules. like, i don’t know what else to say, it’s just awesome. look at this and tell me it doesn’t look awesome.” scout turned her phone toward lara to show her a picture, her eyes widening for effect. “all you gotta do is take a deep breath, close your eyes, and...” she made a descending arc in the air with her finger and whistled lowly as it moved before nudging lara a few times. “come on, do it with me. you know you want too.” [ @hrhlara​ ]