#rebuke-me

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♦ + ☆ for brooke :3

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

brooke + art is one of my favourite things, i also have this headcanon that she painted van gogh's starry night on christine's shoes. i have a post of art headcanons for brooke but that was years ago

anyway, she does watercolour paintings

☆ - happy headcanon

i have completely blanked on every other headcanon i have for her

she makes the best brownies

[jupiter-suggestion]

one day we'll let ourselves be angry. we'll cry and scream and shout at each other. we'll stop being refined and good, let our shields slough away and reveal the dark and twisting underbelly of our insides. we'll throw things at the wall and we won't apologize. we'll let ourselves snap and break and splinter. and one day, we'll let our fingers crack off and the anger spill out and our hatred of being good fill up our bones and we'll feel free. 

[cricketnationrise]

for the ficlet fest!!

- 9:30 (idk if you meant My Time or in the fic but either way. 9:30.)

- london pack house

biffy rabiffano

the time could be anything but i was happy to write this prompt. the only downside to getting parasol protectorate prompts is that i immediately want to go reread the whole series (its the opposite of a problem) anyway, thanks for following and I hope you enjoy!

want your own ficlet? check out the rules here

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london pack house, 9:30pm

After a particularly trying day running the hat shop, all Biffy wants is to get back to the pack house and sleep until the next full moon. He’s so tired, he doesn’t even have the twinge of resentment and regret he usually gets when he passes Lord Akeldama’s door.

Biffy’s fully intending to traipse up to his room and collapse on his bed, but a heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen stops him at the foot of the stairs. He follows his nose and sighs when he sees Lyall alone at the counter. 

“Rough day?” Lyall doesn’t even open his eyes as he asks, clearly using the counter to keep himself upright. Biffy would usually tell him to smarten up, but he himself is using the doorframe as a crutch, and he refuses to be that blatantly hypocritical. Plus he’s going to fall down soon.

“I passed ‘rough’ shortly after the fourth time someone saw fit to tell me that Chapeau de Poupe is literally going to the dogs. As if that notion were in any way original. Or true,” he pouts.

Lyall does meet his eyes at that. “You’ll prove them wrong soon enough.” He gestures with his cup to the counter. “There’s more in the pot if you’d like to join me. I’ve found it works wonders for my headache when Conall is particularly vexing.”

“I was planning on just going to sleep, but that sounds fantastic, actually.” He fixes his own cup and props himself next to Lyall, sipping in silence. He’s not spent a great deal of time with the beta one on one, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find out that he enjoys the sense of calm. The house is normally claustrophobic, overflowing with brash wolves and clavigers with no sense of decorum – no space for your own thoughts. 

But here, in the dim light of the kitchen, alone with Lyall and an excellent cup of tea, Biffy can breathe.

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LAST for the writing meme

Chloe: "Mr Reyes, sir- I did some sketches? You know, like, for the poster or even maybe the program?"

Mr Reyes barely acknowledged Chloe as he left. She sighed, flicking through her sketches.

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debby ryan hair tuck

u know what ship

(deere its deere im insufferable)

I absolutely knew what ship you were going to ask

And I don't give them nearly enough attention. I think I need to write a fic

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they'll be nearer thee... and understood for the ask game!

My beloved poets fic. Jake, Michael, Brooke, and Rich are a group of poets.

Jake and Brooke formed their duo first. They mostly kept each other at arms length due to their relationships with Chloe. But they shared an English class together and discovered they both really liked poetry. So they started hanging out a lot more, even when Jake and Chloe were broken up.

They would go to open mics at Jake's favourite cafe Halcyon, which is when they first tried to get Michael to join them. Michael stumbled across Halcyon during the events of the Squip. Jake and Brooke ambushed him. Slowly Michael started hanging out with them outside of school and they'd greet each other in the halls.

Rich joined post Squip. He approached them asking if they could help him with his own poetry.

They'd often meet up to write together, share poems, go to poetry evenings.

Christine knew about Brooke and Jake's poetry ventures after stumbling across them in the auditorium while looking for Mr Reyes.

I'm wanting to write a Jake-centric chapter but I need to write some more poems for it. I've written two poems from Michael's pov and one from Brooke's so far (the first few chapters are on ao3)

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sliding in

deere for the ship bingo?

I always feel bad when I don't tick off a lot on one of these things but you are 100% so right with deere. They are good, they have so much potential

[jupiter-suggestion]

we were so caught up in life that we forgot to live. the time ran faster than us, pounding on the clouds above us with a deafening crash. we caught up anyways, and for a moment, we enjoyed the feeling of warmth and storm and still. we held hands in solidarity, deciding, for a moment, to live.