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{#ooc #{ so wait. are we all shipping judatha now? }

The majority it seems!}

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{ When I’m back from being dragged around town by various people, I’d love to :P }

{Wooooooooo!! Oh, oh, oh! have fun, my fabulous actress girl!! :D

I can't promise I'll be around because dfghjhgfd uni is tomorrow and i need to pack things, BUT YES! <3}

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{ UMBRELLA THAT I CAN'T SEND BECAUSE MOBILE. }

MEME: If y’all send me an umbrella symbol (☂) then y’all can hear my voice, and I’ll probably write a stupid song-y thing to do with your characters 

{"Tabatha Day-Merton" will be an interesting one. Ha!!}

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{ You should dissect Tabatha because of the reasons. }

LOVE YOU!

How I feel about this character

In general, proud. I know her backstory, seen what she's been through in through in the past, and i've seen the transformation from then to now. I'm proud of this character because she doesn't simply mope around in her own sadness, yet she isn't exactly jumping for joy, either, and has her off-days. I'm proud of this because it shows that she is human, which is difficult to adequately portray when building characters. I'm proud of her because she didn't give up. I'm proud of her because she's a fighter.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Simon, Merryn, Atticus & Lyri (at one point), Rossi, I'm going to hate myself a lot for this but..maybe Judas.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Judas, Jesus, Rossi, Thom

My unpopular opinion about this character

Don't kill me but I not-so-secretly secretly call her 'Princess Tabs' whenever she is moody and/or demanding, because my character is a dick who pouts a lot at demanding things (you know...Material love and blah blah).

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

That she'd get married to Rossi and have a fabulous life filled with parties and stuff, but then that would eventually make them fight all the time, and they would die and...yeahhhh

Ahem.

I want her to live a normal life with Simon. I want her to have a place to call home, and to have someone to go home to. I want her to have an adoring family, and I want her to live a full, happy life with them :).

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{ A ✪ for my sweet, innocent little muse ;) }

{Consider it done.

MY MUSE HATES ME}

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In The Summer Time When The Weather Is Fine, Spring Break AU

Simon pressed his head against the sea-slick rock, his sunglasses compaining with a scratching sound that he was pretty sure he’d kick himself for later, but right now could not care less. It was his third morning of spring break and for all that he was seventeen, it seemed his natural lack-of-hangoverness had worn off with the trials of the last few days. Or rather, the shot rallys of the last few days. With exceptions. Like the tequilla one where he’d had to lick salt off of a hot chicks stomach. That was awesome. Well. Kind of awesome. In the aggressively well-lit morning his previously conquered brain had started up with whispers of probably just how many other people had done just that and what the hell kind of germs they could have transmitted mouth to mouth, which, were NOT helping with the nausea. He’d had to leave their holiday rooms earlier, with some of the other guys who were feeling it less starting to cook egg and all other types of shit. That was /not/ a scent you needed when you felt rough. So, he’d left, one hand clapped over his nose as he stepped over a comatose Mark on the kitchen floor who was doing a decent job of pretending to be dead, past some of the other lads hugging buckets to make it to the steps down from the balcony. He’d met Rachel at the bottom, who’d come along with Mark on the same package with the two pinch-lipped cronies she’d bought along – Simon had long since given up trying to make conversation with them, they didn't seem to be anything other than more greyed-out versions of her, and she was trouble enough at the best of times. Hot though. He was genuinely /really/ concerned by now that either that drunk him was gonna a) totally make a move on her the moment logical, consequence appreciating brain had pissed off with a string of vodkas or b) much worse, had already /done/ this and then just he couldn’t remember. Ugh. Like, last night he remembered…there was at least a quarter of the beach disco competing to how many people they could make out with – he got fourteen, significantly increasing his amount of people ever snogged in a single half-hour, and uh, he hadn’t thought any of them were her specific shade of honey blonde…actually, shit, maybe one, And okay, he hadn’t /won/ the game, but he was totally a high scorer. In three days he’d realised quickly that that sort of thing got dominated by all the weird bisexuals who frankly could cheat and chalk up from both directions. Hmmph. Saying that, he’d gotten held up when these blonde and brunette chicks near the fountain got into this /really/ passionate, like, full out groping clinch for like, eight and a half minutes, and, really, that kind of spontaneous awesomeness was too good to not spend watching. Rapturously. Anyway. He’d been with a couple of girls since he’d got here, quick under-the-jetty stuff because like /fuck/ if he was bringing anyone back to their apartment for 6 which they’d crammed to double capacity /anyway/. The couple of idiots who had deserved all the whooping and outside-the-door commentary they got. He reflexively laughed at the thought, groping for his smoothie he’d bought from an outside vendor – it’s name /was/ The Hangover Cure so he really hoped it would get down to work soon and lay back down on his front, enjoying the light spray from the sea that blew across his head and bare back. Spring break. Officially. Awesome.

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Tabatha, Simon, Nathaniel

Get drunk with: Who the fuck is Nathaniel? Is he cute? I’ll get drunk with him for now.

Fuck: … Tabatha.

Marry: Simon.

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{ ALL OF THE HEADCANON SYMBOLS }

☾: Sleep Headcanon

When Simon gets nightmares, he doesn’t move about or make noise. He tenses and curls up, teeth gritted and doesn’t make a sound, just scowls and goes tense for hours at a time, with like a cold sweat. It means he feels achey and like crap when he wakes up. So he usually tries to get away with just cuddling Tabatha even with cold hands.

☠: Drinking Headcanon

If it’s staggered, Simon can drink for ages. Wine, beer, cider – he can hold his own. Give him spirits though, and he’s drunk as a skunk in just a matter of sips.

♒: Phobia Headcanon

Si was never particularly keen on dirt and germs, and, well, after certain medical complications with Tabs he’s ever aware that disease could strike his loved ones at any minute. So mess. Not. A. Fan. Unfortunately, camp is full of mess. And that’s without people licking their fingers and all other types of nasty shit. What was that even about.

⋆: Sex Headcanon

Heh. So another reason the hair is totally out of bounds is because his scalp is sort of hypersensitive. Like, anything, hair pulling, touching, poking, ruffling hair, running hands through, he has to think /really/ hard about porridge and mushy peas and stuff to not get an instant boner.It’s inconvenient, to say the least.

☮: Random Headcanon

Si’s roll-ups tin was inherited from his super-gruff ‘This is how REAL MEN SMOKE’ granddad. Part of the reason he’s obsessed with them being superior to shitty cigarettes.

☻: ’Like’ headcanon

Si likes rock music for the most part but he’s open to other forms of music now, like the occasional dance track and stuff. When he was a teenager he was a massive douche about how everything not produced with guitars in the 80’s or before was utter crap.

♤: ’Dislike’ Headcanon

Simon really hates sitting still. Waiting. Queuing. Anything like that. His phone is stuffed full of the little brightly coloured games because they’re the only things hes found so far that keep him same and stop him pacing. Well, even with them he paces. Paces and fruit-ninjas.

☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon

When people finish their cereal and drink the milk? Si finds that like, the most repulsive thing ever. Especially when they /slurp/, oh god. Yeah, no, he mentally blacklists anyone he sees doing that.

☄: Weather Headcanon

Simon quite likes the rain. It feels like everything is getting washed, reset, made new. He doesn’t like what it does to his hair though. Especially when the gel runs out and it falls kind of funnily to the side, that is NOT okay.

☼: Cooking Headcanon

Simon’s a pretty good cook, as much as he’s rumoured to be otherwise. He doesn’t do it that much because he can’t stand the sitting around watching it part, but yeah. If it’s quick, he can make it.