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#STOCKGIRLTM ; a private portrayal of lex foster, affiliated with @gonighthawks. apotheosized by sof ( 29, est ).

001. biography. 002. memes. 003. headcanons.

[stockgirltm]

@coloneltm sent " kids are susceptible to spiritual contact. "

lex's eyes have been fixed on a little spider by the register. toy zone's been dead today , not a surprise. it's dead most days. no one really comes to the mall all that much anymore. but since frank chewed her out the other day for being on her phone too much , the spider is the closest thing lex has to occupy the empty minutes. she watches as its little legs word hard at what she thinks might be the beginning of a web. there's something about it that's comforting. she's always liked spiders -- maybe that's why she made up webby in the first place. the spider who was also a girl who could give her everything pamela couldn't.

so preoccupied with her thoughts , she's caught completely unawares when a strange man suddenly speaks. head jerking up , it takes her a moment to register what exactly he said -- but when she does , it's not exactly comforting helpful. there's a moment of silence before her manages to come up with something that wouldn't get her fired. " uh , sure. " it's probably not the weirdest way someone's asked for a toy before , but it sure gives her pause. she can't help , but think about hannah and webby , though she quickly stuffs all that personal stuff away before straightening up a bit. almost bored , she gestures to a nearby aisle. " we've got those ooja boards , if that's what you're looking for for your kid. "

[petalsprompts]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝐈𝐈𝐈 (2011)

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

"We  haven't  even  started  smoking  it,  and  you're  already  paranoid."

"Beautiful.  Just  beautiful.  And  you're  beautiful.  I  don't  know  how  you  do  it."

"Don't  you  think  you're  overreacting  a  little?"

"I...  I  feel  it.  I  feel  something,  I'm  telling  you."

"I'll  never  forget  the  day  you  were  born;  I  held  you  in  my  arms  and  you  made  me  laugh  and  cry  at  the  same  time.  You  were  so  cute."

"Thank  you  for  welcoming  me  into  your  family."

"God,  you're  so  beautiful."

"What  the  fuck  was  that?"

"Kids  are  susceptible  to  spiritual  contact."

"I  don't  want  to  die!  [Name],  I'm  scared!"

"I  felt  something  in  the  room  with  us , and  then  I  felt  a  claw  dig  into  my  side.  See!?"

"Just  close  your  eyes  and  try  to  get  to  sleep."

"Why  is  this  door  locked?  Did  you  lock  this?"

"I  don't  know.  I  feel  like  it's...  like  something  weird's  going  on."

"You  know,  you're  going  to  regret  saying  that."

"Did  you  see  that  in  the  corner?  There's  something  there."

"[Name],  you  shouldn't  do  that....  [Name]!"

"No... don't  go  in  there."

"Well,  the  book  says  it  feeds  off  of  your  fear."

"One  of  us  is  gonna  be  dead  by  the  end  of  this."

"I'm  scared,  [Name]."

"It  makes  me  feel  better  to  do  something."

"This  thing  is  dangerous!"

"[Name],  I'm  sorry, I'm so sorry!  It's  all  my  fault."

"It  must  want  something."

"I  need  to  get  things  back  to  normal."

"There's  no  ghost  and  that's  the  end  of  it."

"We're  gonna  get  out  of  here,  okay?"

"[Name],  get  away  from  there!"

"It's  okay!  Just  ignore  it!  Just  ignore  it!"

[stockgirltm]

who: lex and ethan ( @lexsboyfriendtm ) where: bedroom , lex and ethan's shitty apartment

it's a rare morning when lex isn't woken up by the blaring of her alarm , pulled from a dreamless sleep into the hell of openings shifts or early morning study groups. but this morning , finally , she opens her eyes without a sense of dread or urgency. it's quiet , the light sneaking through the crappy , uneven shudders. sleepily , she blinks , eyes adjusting on the beautiful sight next to her. ethan , still asleep , his long hair tangled. for a moment , lex does something she rarely is able to do , she lays there and just looks at him. each rise and fall of his chest , the steady sound of his breathing. she wonders if he's dreaming , and what he dreams of. she lets herself forget the pile of bills on the kitchen table , the looming date of her practice test , and the million other stressors that seem to make up each and every day. for this one moment , she's just a 20 year old , staring at the guy she loves.

soon enough , ethan begins to stir and lex feels herself get embarrassed that she's just been laying here all this time , watching him like a creep. still , when he finally opens his eyes , she's still on her side , looking at him with a soft smile. " morning. "

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who: lex and gina ( @refugetm ) where: outside of pasqualli's

she's been trying to quit , she really has. but after a day that feels like five , lex needs a smoke. smelling of cheap soap and even cheaper "italian" food , she stands on the corner , cig in one hand , lighter in the other. it's cold as shit out , but after sweating her ass off in the restaurant , she doesn't mind so much. putting the cigarette to her lips , tries the lighter and-- nothing. she tries again and there's the most meager spark. fuck. again and again she tries to get the lighter to give her something , anything , but it's dead in her hand. perfect , just fucking perfect. she can't even have one fucking thing. " shit ! " frustrated , lex throws the cheap plastic on the frozen ground-- right as a woman crosses her path.

[houstontm]

A quiet home is a scary home for Tom Houston. They’ve never been a loud family, so to speak, but Tom often finds himself restless when he’s left to his own devices. With Tim back in school, and Tom out of work, there’s not much that passes the time. And with that comes the silence. It’s unsettling. Despite the lack of interactions outside of his personal life, however, Tom finds comfort in knowing he can still be there for someone.

Lex Foster stands in his doorway, backpack slung over her shoulder as she lets herself inside. Tom has always seen a kindred spirit in Lex, and despite his leave of absence from Hatchetfield High, he made a promise to be there for her when she needed it. So, nodding, he steps aside, lets her get as comfortable as she can get in her old teacher's house. "Hey -- no problem, Lex. Trust me." His words are earnest, and Tom slides around her, leads her into the kitchen as he motions to the table over his shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable -- Tim's at school, so you'll get to enjoy some peace and quiet," he jokes, chuckling to himself. "You drink coffee?"

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it's weird to be here , she can fully admit that. it's not like she'd ever imagined what her woodshop teacher's house would look like , but it's still... not what she expects. it's so... normal. she thinks about her own apartment , barely big enough to fit three , and feels small. clutching at the strap of her bag , she follows mr. houston into the house and begins to set up at the table. she knows that make yourself comfortable is just something people say. like how she says have a nice day to a costumer she hopes will trip and fall and break all their teeth. but as she looks up at her old teacher now , she sees how earnestly he's trying to actually make her comfortable. it's not something she's used to.

she's grateful when he asks about coffee instead.

" i'm pretty sure i'm 90% coffee at this point , " lex snorts , finally sitting down at the table. one of the few luxuries in her life: the shitty coffee maker in toy zone's breakroom. she'd probably be dead without it. sure , it tastes like battery acid , but it's better than nothing. she realizes , maybe a little too late , that mr. houston is offering her coffee. quickly she shakes her head. " but you don't have to , or anything. you're already saving my ass by letting me study here. "

[stockgirltm]

who: lex and tom ( @houstontm )

where: the houston household

all that stood between lex and her practice exam were two back-to-back doubles at toy zone and , well , actually studying for the thing. she knows she can’t really blame anyone but herself. between begging frank for extra shifts and taking ( literal ) scraps at pasqualli’s , by the time lex is home , the last thing she can bring herself to do is open a workbook. mr. houston offering to let her study at his place is a blessing , even if she just wants to be at home , curled up besides ethan either in bed or on their crappy couch. but she’s here , materials stuffed into her threadbare , trying not to be too nosy about the inside of her old teacher’s house. “ thanks again , mr. houston. i really appreciate this. ”

[stockgirltm]

full name ⸻ alexandra "lex" isabella foster occupation ⸻ stockgirl at toy zone , occasional dishwasher at pasqualli's sexuality ⸻ bisexual pronouns ⸻ she/her height ⸻ 5' 7" notable features ⸻ mostly seen with dark bags under her eyes , a grumpy expression , and a hood pulled over messy hair.

positive traits ⸻ hardworking, scrappy, & dedicated negative traits ⸻ sardonic, hot-headed, & stubborn aesthetics ⸻ the scent of stale cigarettes, chipped black nail polish, setting yourself on fire to keep others warm biggest fear(s) ⸻ becoming her mother failing the people she loves

BIO ⸻

lex foster is twenty years old and trying her fucking best. currently living in a tiny ( and shitty ) apartment with her sister, hannah, and her boyfriend, ethan green, money's never been more tight. she's trying to learn how to be okay , even while working a dead-end job at toy zone and studying up to get her GED with the hopes of landing a job even slightly better. it's hard though , especially in hatchetfield , where it feels like every power in the universe is against her. old dreams of california and being an actor are long gone , replaced by dreams that they'll be able to make rent this month. still , for all the bullshit , she loves the crappy life she has and the people she shares it with. even if she's really bad at saying it.