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wrenwhitewater:

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It was easy for the raven haired girl to feel foolish, usually receiving an odd look or two when she waded too far into the world of make believe. But after years of research in the topic of cryptozoology and forming favorites based solely on how they looked and their lore. But even though she knew Tabitha was only half-listening, Wren wasn’t offended in the least; after all, the other girl had more things to worry about, and that in and of itself made her appreciate her even more. “Yeah, why not? I think it’d be a really good road trip. Just me, my car, and the wide open road ahead of me. And I could make stops along the way and see new things. Did you know there’s a cryptozoology museum in Maine? I would love to go to that.” Most people thought Wren was crazy, that her brain hadn’t matured beyond childhood and that trying to get through to her was like talking to a brick wall, and most days she agreed with them on that opinion. “Well I do like a guy with a good butt,” she chuckled softly, her attention turning back to Tabitha. “That’d be a headline for sure, though. ‘Local Woman Marries Mothman’.”

-

it’s not that she doesn’t care what wren has to say, it’s the fact she won’t judge her for it. what does it matter she’s dedicated her life to the idea of cryptozoology? if it makes her happy, then it’s not really her place to shit on it, right? plus, she finds it interesting. she enjoys listening to her, even if she’s half there. “you’d have to go all the way up to maine before going back down again, though,” she points out, finishing packing the bowl and setting aside. “but that’s a fun idea, i’d go to that for sure. does it have like bigfoot and shit? champ the lake monster? a beaver shark?” she wonders what exactly makes up a cryptozoology museum. “who doesn’t? i’m definitely a butt kind of girl,” she tells her, and then laughs a little, leaning back on the couch and stretching out. “you’d be like the lady who married the eiffel tower, then divorced it. or the woman who married a ghost-- i think i read that somewhere. i might be making that up. anyways, you definitely would cause some waves.”

#c: wren #c

ava-deb

HALEY LU RICHARDSON Unpregnant (2020)

#face.

angelborealis:

a relationship between two scorned women was something often overlooked , and yet there they were sharing their troubles over a milkshake and a tray of greasy fries that were clogging up their arteries as they spoke . as much as she kept to herself angel had layers upon layers of emotional trauma just waiting to be erupted , but it was friends like these that helped problems release instead of causing her to spontaneously combust beneath the pressure . “ men ain’t shit , we know that better than anyone . there’s no way you need him to bring up lucy in any way , you’ve made her the sweetest little girl on your own and you know if you ever need anything on the financial side of things i have you covered . if you meet a cute guy , too , i can always look after her for a little bit – auntie angel has a huge , empty house , big enough for a trip down the stairs on the back of a baking tray if she was so inclined , “ in her past she’d learned the hard way that a man was just anatomy , and everything else could be replaced – or maybe she just hoped that was the way things were , a lonely woman finding solace in a deep glass of red wine at the end of every evening instead of a lover to hold her through the nightmares , “ if we’re not married by forty you guys are moving in with me , we’re buying a farm and living our own dream , no dicks allowed , “

they’ve bonded over being fucked over, and stayed when they realized, perhaps, they needed the other. women had to stick together, didn’t they? she nods, slightly proud. her own parents weren’t very in tune to her life, despite the constant want for her mother’s love-- she didn’t want that for her own kid. she wanted her kid to know she was loved. “okay, i’m definitely overexaggerating, but then again, who does she live with? not him.” truthfully, the relationship with lucy’s father is complicated, but he cares about his daughter more than enough. there’s weekly phone calls, and on time child support, and no matter the history between him and tabitha, they’ve always put it aside for the kid. but she’d be damned if he tried to take the title of ‘better parent.’ “noted-- i haven’t had a hot date since the stone age. but don’t mention the tray thing to lucy, she’ll get that idea in her head, and we don’t need another concussion.” she laughs, because honestly, the idea doesn’t sound half bad. “i think we should just get married by then, you know, for the benefits, and the company, we could live a little like two old ladies-- golden girls that shit up, you know?”

#c: angel #c

hello all! not sure how much i’ll be around today or tomorrow because i’m stuck at a hotel with shitty wifi. i’ll try to get some replies done while mentally recovering from the haunting of bly manor. once agan, my ims are open if anyone just wants to chat or anything!! have a good night/morning/day!

#roswellooc

𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ( @rocketfm )

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: tabitha jane hendrix

Reason for name: her mom wanted something unique and her middle name is her dad’s mom.

Nickname(s): tab, tabby (she’ll kill you), tj

Date of Birth: february 29, 1996

Age: 24

Gender + Pronouns: cis woman / she/her/hers

Place of birth: denver, colorado

Parents: ella mccormick (mother), jackson hendrix (father)

Siblings: two younger half siblings on her father’s side.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): her mom and her have a very bad relationship, it’s strained as hell, there’s a lot of resentment there and meanness. her relationship with her dad is better, but not perfect, as he moved away when she was younger, leaving her with some slight abandonment issues.

Pets: none.

#roswelltask #chara dev.#i dont know i just wanted to Do it #spider tw #just in case bc theres a mention

currently bingeing the haunting of bly manor so i may not be around much today !! i’ll be in the dms tho so if you want to plot or you want a starter from dahlia or tabitha feel free to like this !!

#roswellooc

tamerahqs:

tamera closed up the book that she held and tucked it under her arm and tossed the now empty cup into the closest trash can. she waved her hand, dismissing the apology thrown at her, knowing it was her fault for the collision. “don’t worry about it! that’s what i get for keeping my nose in a book,” she joked. tamera smiled at the other as she took the tide pen that was offered to her. “thank you so much,” she responded. she uncapped the tide pen, scribbling on the stain gently, trying not to ruin the pen. the stain on her top slowly began lightening up, but a small sport remained. she capped the pen and returned the pen to the other, giving her another smile of thankfulness. “oh, this book is so great i read it about twenty times now.”

“eh, god knows if it’s not a book, it’s a phone,” she replies with a shrug, watching as the other took car of the stain. she looks down and inspects her own top, relieved to find nothing splattered on her. “no problem. i have a seven year old, it’s crucial to carry one of those on my person at all times,” she explains, flashing a smile. she actually carries two, in case one runs out, she thinks you can never be too prepared, especially when it comes to whatever you may run into in town. which is why she’s partial to carrying a whole go bag wherever she goes. her purse looks more like a drug store than anything. “what book is it that’s captured your attention so hard?” she asks, brows furrowing. she can’t imagine any book doing that for her, but she’s never been a big reader.

#c: tamera #c

fletcherliu:

a knowing smile spread across his lips as the compliments were sent his way . he’d be sure to pass on the message , glancing down with a glint of sheepishness uncharacteristic for a man of such arrogance . extending his greased finger in tabitha’s direction it bounced in agreement , chewing the fry a little more so he wasn’t speaking totally with his mouth full . “ that’s a shout , y’know . i could have my own little kid army before long – if you ever want me to give lucy a lesson just let me know , i’ll leave the swordplay at home just this once but she could really have the knack for it , “ usually he let allie take over the martial arts training but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled either , having trained for the last fifteen years purely out of a desire to be the best of the best in , well , everything . he would refrain from disclosing what the sport complex cellar was used for out of hours , but if tabitha knew even half of what fletcher was hiding there was no way she’d leave her alone with her kid for more than a few minutes . he was nice enough , just a little .. otherworldly . “ there’s a difference between starting fights and winning fights , protecting yourself . she doesn’t need to know the offence if she’s good at defense . we can figure something out i’m sure , to fight off all those boys that i ain’t allowing within three feet of her , “

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“that’d be slightly terrifying,” she replies, sipping her milkshake. her daughter’s is sitting in front of her, half drunk and melting, but the seven year old’s attention lies elsewhere. specifically the very tough decisions of picking the right song. life is tough. “honestly? you’ll have to ask her. though, i think she’d probably really like the idea of swordfighting-- probably will make her feel like a pirate, or something, y’know?” she tells him, with a snort. she’s not gonna make her do anything she doesn’t want to, and if she doesn’t know what she wants, she’s more than happy to go through different hobbies and extracurriculars. but she’s a first grader, most of them spend more time picking their nose than kicking a ball around or learning martial arts. “that’s true-- and that’s sort of what i’ve been teaching her. if someone hits her, she can defend herself.” it’s happened a few times, schoolyard tussles resulting in getting a phone call from the principal, but she’s always very adamant that anything lucy does is in self defense. she’s not an aggressive kid. rolling her eyes, she laughs. “right. because that’s on every seven year old’s mind, dating. i’m pretty sure she thinks everybody has cooties anyhow.” and who’s to say she won’t grow up gay? “it’s good to teach her boundaries, though, and i think something like that would help her, y’know? tell her it’s okay to not want people in your space, and whatnot.”

#c: fletcher #c

norahq:

nora had thought long and hard about kids, eespecially because she was getting older too, but she still wasn’t a fan. sometimes it felt like she was still a kid herself and she didn’t have anyone to stettle down with, well there was fletcher but she wasn’t sure were the male stood on that kinda thing, she still wasn’t ready anyway. “i’ve heard about that, it looks sweet. is it any good? everyone’s different i guess” nora replies, as she slips into the booth opposite the other woman, “you could do, soccer’s boring though. get her into something like fencing” a laugh leaves nora’s lips. she wondered what her kid would be like, she knew they’d have a mouth like her, not afraid to stand up for what they believe in, they’d be cute. “totally is” she says with a nod of her head, nora listens and a smile comes across her lips, this kid did sound quite cool, she liked the sound of her, “i mean that’s fine with me, i’m always down to learn new things. frogs? i dig it” she says, when nora was a kid she was quite chatty but for all the wrong reasons, she was very gobby, mouthing off wherever she went. “that’s allowed, you can hype your kid up. they are, i’ll let you in on a secret, they scare me and nothing much scares me”.

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she knows she started this conversation commenting on her kid, the one that’s now chatting away with one of the other locals. she’s keeping an eye on tooey as she continues her conversation with the other woman. “yeah, i mean, it is pretty cute, the music is fun, and the storyline is sweet, it’s all very disney channel, but not?” a pause, she scrunches her nose. “does that make sense? i think it was directed by that one guy who did high school musical.” she nods, and shrugs. “honestly, i’m leaving it all up to her, i’m not gonna be one of those moms who force their kids into doing things they clearly don’t wanna do, but fencing sounds cool as hell. i’d love a little sword fighter in the family. or tae kwon do, maybe? something cool. i dunno. she could easily be a theatre kid, too. whatever works.” lucy is very much her own person, despite being only seven, and her concerns and wants are something that tabitha listens closely too. she’s not a perfect parent, but she tries to make her child feel heard and loved. and not to toot her own horn, she thinks she does a pretty good job at it. “she might croak at you-- just... play along. she likes to pretend she’s a frog herself,” she says, with a nod, as she pops another fry in her mouth, then reaches for her milkshake. eyebrows raise, a small smirk appearing on her face. “yeah? they are pretty scary. i don’t completely understand them myself, but we were all kids at one point, right?”

#c: nora #c

copelandpoynter:

The squirming little girl had been keeping Copeland entertained, moreso than the journal in front of her. Her pen was still poised between her fingers, but her eyes were trained on the kid, watching her practically drive her mother bonkers before she was given quarters and sent off to the jukebox. “I’ve always been a look from afar type of person myself when it comes to kids,” the brunette chuckled, finally looking over at the other girl. She seemed rather young to have a child, but if there was one thing Copeland would never judge anyone for, it was being a young parent. “If I had half of the energy she had, I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself. Seriously, I walk up the stairs to my apartment and I’m ready to take a nap. But her? Looks like she could run a full marathon and still want to go for a jog afterwards.” She couldn’t help but shake her head as she laughed, her eyes finding the basket of fries before she wrinkled her nose playfully. “I want to, but my gut is telling me I’ve had too much junk food lately. Thank you, though.”

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“you know, i thought i’d be too, and then i popped one out,” she replies, with a snort. “plans change.” and she has no problem talking about how it did either. in her eyes, her kid is a gift, even if she was unsure of having a kid throughout her entire pregnancy. it was different when she held her for the first time. but she knows the opinions on them differ, and she’s in no way trying to be one of those moms who only talk about their kids, because god, boring. so she’s trying to keep her comments about her brief, unless she feels like she can say otherwise. she nods, and looks at lucy, chatting now with one of the waitresses, someone who knows they’re regulars. “yeah, it’s pretty much neverending, which is why i’m always grateful when she has playdates because that means less running around for me. i’m too lazy for that shit,” she jokes, with a small smile on her face, as her eyes dart back towards copeland. she nods. “suit yourself,” she says, taking the basket back, and popping a fry of her own in her mouth. “what are you doing here, then, if not for junk food?”

#c: copeland #c

kennedyscursed:

“Maybe all the sugar consumed?” He wondered aloud. So many kids snacks and drinks were just teeming with it, it was almost impossible to avoid. He let out a soft laugh. “Something like that. I didn’t talk for the longest time. My sister talked for me, and my parents were convinced I was mute for a while.” He watched Lucy across the diner as well. “The snacks are the most important part of a meal,” he commented idly. “Oooh, a red eyed tree frog, huh? Sounds fun. I have to work in a couple hours. So I’m kind of just biding my time before then, making sure I eat before I get lost in the stacks for hours.”

-

“oh, you know what? it could be the milkshake.” she makes sure her daughter eats healthy, but she’s not one of those parents who don’t allow any sugar intake. really, come on, kids like candy. and lucy is no different, but she’s also fairly energetic without the boost. “but something tells me this is just her doing her thing, who am i to squash that?” eventually her daughter makes her way back over, proud of her choices in music, and slides into the booth, giving kennedy a wave. “mute, really? did you just not like talking or was it something else? is that too nosy?” it might be. but it’s a curious statement. and she doesn’t know how to shut up. “duh, you should see our snack closet.” it’s filled to the brim with a bunch of things, fruit roll ups, granola bars, very dangerous when tabitha smokes a little. “good, god knows when i have five am shifts, i forget to eat like constantly. i’ve started making egg, bacon, and cheese sandwiches to take to work with me, y’know?”

#c: kennedy #c

mairi

Laggies (2014) dir. Lynn Shelton

#musings.

tamerahqs:

@roswellstarters

tamera had a busy day planned ahead for herself. of course, it wasn’t a normal day for her if she didn’t grab her usual smoothie from the juice shop and her collection of books in her backpack. she stood off to the side to wait for her order, her nose in a book. her fascination in wanting to know more about the unknown took up all of her focus and energy; so much that it would distract from her everyday life. tamera heard her name get called, catching the girl’s attention. she quietly thanked the person on the other side of the counter and blindly took her drink and attempted to exit the shop. however, just her luck, tamera bumped into someone, causing the smoothie to splatter all over her top and the book she held. the girl grinned to herself slightly, looking at the stain on her shirt. “well, my mom did say these books will get me into trouble one day,” she teased.

she’s stuck in her own thoughts, planning tomorrow’s show, which is so typical of her to not watch where she’s going. sometimes, she certainly has her head stuck up her ass. so when she bumps head first into another, she’s internally kicking herself for not paying more attention. “shit,” she cusses, stumbling back to inspect the damage done. “i’m so sorry,” she tells her. she’s not sure who’s fault it is, or if it even matters, but she’s already digging through her bag for her holy grail-- a tide stick. when she produces it, she holds it out, smiling. “do you need this? i’ve gotten into my fair share of stains,” she tells her. she does have a seven year old after all. and kids are generally grimy, especially ones who love playing outside. “i dunno if it’s salvageable, but that book must’ve been really good, huh?”

#c: tamera #c

crashingintotheworld:

He smiled clasping his hands together, taking a second to watch Lucy before looking up at Tabitha. “Not yet. But let’s be honest, if I do hide a kid, it won'tbe from you. You’ll know the minute I start to freak out over actually having a tiny human.” Xander always wanted to be a dad but was that in the cards for him. Who knew. Though he wasn’t completely kidding. Tabitha would be the firsts to know. There’s that sigh escaping through his lips as he glances over the counter. “Another tourist claimed to have seen an alien incident. We’re the ones that get called to investigate a false claim. I think the town is getting a little bored with the non happenings lately and just people are loving wasting our time.” Though Xander’s tone had an underlying of exasperation, he was actually pretty relieved none of the six claims were actually true. “Spaghetti tacos. Oh, how could I ever say no to that. I’ll bring the good tostadas, the crispy ones. It needs to be experienced in all it’s glory.” Tabitha knew the boy loved to eat. “I’ll even bring down the snickerdoodle cookies for a certain little princess. It has less sugar than you’d think it has. Not making last time’s mistake. When are you off?”

“it’s not a tiny human if you don’t freak out just a little bit,” she replies, with a small smile. did she think she was going to be a mom this young? no. was it maybe expected considering her own family? perhaps. but that doesn’t matter, because lucy is here, and in her eyes, she’s absolutely perfect. even if she’s idealizing her kid, she’s allowed to! she’s proud. nose scrunches as he explains his work. “gross. people are fuckin’ bored,” she replies, picking at the fries on her plate. “i mean, man, i get so many calls at the station about people claiming to see UFOs, and i’m like-- where? how come i’m not seeing them? and they are?” it’s not that she didn’t believe, it’s just more of a nonchalance. she’s simply accepted the existence whether it’s there or not. “smart thinking,” she tells him, tapping her temple. “oh, you’re gonna be here favorite person, but i think you already know that.” she shakes her head. “i’m free the rest of the day. my shift starts at 5 tomorrow, bright and early as always.”

#c: xander #c

thefucktommy:

@roswellstarters

Tommy had gone a long time without having doing laundry he didn’t know how everything got this bad but he officially ran out of clothes to wear. Everything he was holding in his basket and even the shirt he was wearing was absolutely trashed by sweat, drinks from work at the bar or bong water. So he went over to the laundry mat shoving everything he owned in the washer before smelling his own shirt and instantly exhaling the smell. Fuck. He thought before even shoving that in the washer. “Sorry.” He said to the person also using the washing machines. “All my clothes are trashed and I have work in like an hour.”

her washing machine broke, which is just great, because she doesn’t have enough time in the day to call the repair man. so right now, she’ll have to do what she can with what she has, and go out of her way to the laundromat. lucy’s at school, thankfully, so she has time to get errands done before she has to pick her up. perched on top of the washing machine, she watches a familiar face rip off the shirt on his back and shove it into the washing machine. “nothing i haven’t seen before,” she comments, swinging her legs a little as she glances behind her to check how much longer is left on the load of laundry she’s thrown in. “though, you think an hour is gonna be enough to wash and dry this, dude?”

#c: tommy #c

sillyzone

My last brain cell is heart shaped

#musings.

jadenlapointe:

( ☆ 𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚 / closed starter @tabdrix

after catching a whiff that lucy adored frogs just as she did jaden hadn’t hesitated in inviting the pair of them over . his secondary pet had been kept a secret to the girl at least , only disclosing the surprise to tabitha so that she’d be prepared for inevitable screams , wails and begging to take legs home with them . the buzz of his doorbell provoked the male to stand , hobbling on his prosthetic a little , tugging the door open and raising both brows at the sight of the two girls he practically saw as family . “ well , look who it is !! “ shooting a wink at the older of the pair he crouched to lucy’s level , which was rather substantial given the fact that jaden stood at six feet exactly , “ i got something super cool to show you , but first i wanna introduce you to my dog , buffy . i think she’d love you , “

kids went through phases-- she’s gone through several (including a scene one, never forget), and now she’s watching as her daughter goes through her own. currently? it’s frogs. it’s gotten to the point where lucy likes to pretend she is one, hopping around and croaking on the playground of the complex where she lives. so upon hearing that there is indeed a frog in the vicinity and that jaden is more than happy to show it to the little girl, well, it seems like the fates have aligned in making a kid happy. tooey is clinging to her as they knock, but as soon as the door opens, she melts into her usual comfort upon seeing someone she’s come to know like an uncle. “you hear that, tooey?” tab says, a hand resting on her kid’s head, tousling her hair a little bit. “jaden’s got a surprise and a dog.” the little girl’s eyes light up, as a toothy grin spreads across her face. “buffy?” the little girl parrots as she steps closer to jaden, excitable enough to try and peer around the corner. “take me to her, please!” lucy insists, practically bouncing at the thought of an animal. she’s been begging tabitha for a pet, but she simply doesn’t have the time for anything besides perhaps a fish or a turtle. something easy to deal with. “easy now, kid,” she says, glancing between jaden and her. “all in good time.”

#c: jaden #c

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