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adoptedmadrigal2 · 2 years

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One boy in a house full of girls

Also, thank you to @prophetic-hijinks and @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves for ocs and ideas

Outnumbered.

“But mami” Bek whined

“Move along aquaman, you've got chores” Liv told

“But none of the girls are going!” Bek complained

“That's because they need to help us around the house, with your baby cousins and little brother, so that we can get things done. Now vamos mi azul” Isabela said ruffling her son’s light blonde hair that he got from his mami.

With a huff he left the house.

Liv could see where he was coming from, that feeling of being outnumbered was familiar to her too, she grew up with five older brothers and only one younger sister.

when you look at bek though it’s a far worse case of outnumbered. He has his younger brother Anthony, primo Migel and 7 tios. Gus, Felix, Bruno, Mariano, Donnovan, Camilo, and Antonio.

On the other hand though he has his great abuela Alma, his abuela Julieta, his mami and mama, Celeste, Elena, Bella, Camren, Avalyn, and Maria as his cousins, and then he has his tias: Pepa, Elena, Luisa, Mirabel, Dolores, Dulce, and Rosita.

Needless to say he's one of few boys in the house.

His tia Luisa though is expecting twins, so after his chores are done, he heads to tio Bruno in hopes that he'll have some more primos and no more primas.

Yes Bek loved his primas but he was tired of always braiding hair, and doing girly stuff like pedicures and spa days.

"Tio Bruno? Can I have a vision por favor?" Bek ran up asking the man.

"It depends on what it is Río," Bruno said as he walked with the younger boy toward his door.

"I wanna know if tia Luisa's babies will be boys," he said

"I'll do it, but you have to remember, I don't control what I see, I just see it." Bruno explained to the boy

"Ok tio." Bek said as he walked with Bruno up to his vision cave which now was only three flights of stairs to climb.

Minutes passed and Bruno's vision showed Luisa's babies healthy and safe.

"Please for the love of God tell me they're boys," Bek pleaded.

"Um…" Bruno hummed "Sorry Rio, they're niñas"

"You're kidding," Bek deadpanned

"Sorry little guy, but this family is full of niñas, trust me, I grew up with three women and I was the only boy. Besides, growing up with girls gives you a far better respect for them than some men in the encanto." Bruno told

"I'm going to the river to clear my mind," Bek said, walking out of the cave and using a small wave to glide downstairs.

He left the house with only a faint trace of water trailing his wave. And off he went heading to the river beyond the mountain's split.

It gets to be lunchtime, and all of the kids are gathered at the table, helping themselves to some arroz con pollo. Everyone but Bek, that is.

Julieta was keeping an eye on the kids while the adults headed off to do some quick chores. She noticed the empty spot between Elena and Celeste, knowing that's where Bek always sat, she became worried. Dolores was just outside doing laundry so Julieta went to the back door and asked Dolores.

"Lola, have you seen Bek, he should've been done with his chores by now. Plus he never misses a chance to talk to Celeste and Elena," Julieta asked.

"I haven't heard him for a few hours, but the last I heard he said he was going to the river. He didn't name which one so he could be anywhere." Dolores told.

"Great, when they finish their arroz con pollo I'll send Celeste and Elena to look for him, they act like triplets, if anyone can find him they will." Julieta told

"We were mentioned?" The two 8 year olds said peeking from around the blue skirt julieta wore.

"If the two of yoy are done eating, I need you to go find Bek, he said he was headed to the river a few hours ago but since then no one has seen or heard him. Go on and take your bow Elena, Star you can take your hunting knife," Julieta told the girls, since they were the eldest, they were taught to hunt for their meat, and how to defend themselves from an early age.

Elena and Celeste always hunted together, bringing home large elk, and a rather promising cut of bear meat when they were only young girls hunting with Felix, Mariano, and Donnovan. Their skills were impressive bit their gifts always helped them. Celeste could hide her and Elena in the shadows of night so that she could let Elena get a proper shot on their targets. And Elena being one to mimick any noise, call, or voice she heard, could mimick a mating call to get any type of meat.

Aside from their hunting skill, they also knew how to track anything. Which is why they were trusted with finding Bek.

About an hour after the girls had went out to find the boy, they came across a snake, and like a pair of girls would do, they killed it with a knife to the heart, and then used the long reptile to tie a bow around a tree, so they wouldn't get lost returning from the mariposa river.

Once the snakes was securely tied, they carried forward heading through the crack in the mountain by way of shadows. Bears lurk on the caverns so stealth was necessary to pass through safely. Unless you were Bek that is, he could create a tall enough wave to ride so as to not be scratched by the bears. And as they walked in shadow, they took note of the wet and muddy grass. Bek had surely been through here.

Once the river was in sight they could see a small figure skipping rocks.

"Bek! There you are," Elena called running towards him.

"Go away," Bek muttered stopping the pair in their tracks.

"Why, tia juli has been worried about you you've been gone for hours Bek." Celeste told bringing herself and Elena out of shadows

"Why should I go back when I'm always outnumbered. I'm one boy in a house full of girls, I never catch a break." Bek snapped forcefully skipping a rock across the vast width of the river.

"Because Bek, we love you. And I mean of course you're outnumbered but that doesn't mean anything. We love to hunt with you, and we love doing spa days with you." Elena told

"But what if I wanna play trucks, or fútbol then what I don't have anyone to play with me." Bek said

"Yes you do! If you'd ask us. We thought since you never asked you didn't wanna do that stuff. Now, do you wanna face off in fùtbol, or make a cool truck course in the garden." Celeste explained.

"Let's check our lines while we're up here and then we can build a truck course," Bek said

"That's our primito, I bet that line that we strung with chicken scraps has a big fish on it," Elena bet.

Nearly four hours had passed and isabela was worrying about the three. They had yet to return and the sun was setting.

"What if they're hurt?" Isabela asked

"Amor, drink your tea, I'm sure they'll be back soon." Liv told

"Sorry we were so late Elena found an ell and she couldn't resist getting a shot on it." Celeste told helping Bek pull the elk into the house while Elena walked in cleaning her arrow on her shirt hem

"Goodness, I should've known you three would've went on an impromptu hunt." Julieta told walking in to see a rather large elk that needed butchering.

Isabela immediately swarmed Bek showering him with kisses, Dolores and Luisa doing similarly to their daughters.

"Come on you two, let's go make a truck ramp in the garden," Bek called running back out the door.

Celeste followed and Elena handed over her bow telling the women that surrounded

"We talked to him, he was just in a silly little funk, he's fine now though, Hey wait for me!" She called running out the door as the many women smiled.

"Atleast he's back to normal again, he was really upset this morning I could tell he felt outnumbered," Liv told

"Well atleast the girls still love to play with him," Luisa told

#bruno magridal #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto comic #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #madrigal sisters #women's rights #oc heavy #house full of girls #girls who hunt #fourth generation of madrigals #twins in the madrigal bloodline are common #Celeste and Elena love their primo Bek #surprisingly enough celeste elena and bek arent triplets #theyre cousins #but they act like siblings

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greenglowinspooks · 7 months

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare #HDJFNDNDNFKDJF #I am the master of emotional whiplash #rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house #never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore #and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience #and also most of the JL #and some of JL dark #btw Eddie and Jon are besties #they’re both awful but they make it work #when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin #Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane #Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this #because I don’t want to #they are just Like That #if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine #also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO

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fortheloveofgodsomeonepleasehelp · 2 years

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One thing about coming from a tiny conservative town and becoming transgender at university is how quickly you find out that the “crazy liberal ideas” that you heard about at home are Not Enough. The “gender-neutral washrooms” that your parents were so up in arms about are so rare you might just end up using the one that aligns with your AGAB anyways. The “share your pronouns with the class” discussions that your family scoffed at back home are equally mocked here, and only make you uncomfortable. Somehow conservative media told you that everyone at university is gay and transgender, that it’s some kind of pandemic seizing the youth of today, but thats not what you find when you get here. You were told to be afraid of sharing your room with a trans person before you came to university, but now it seems more likely that your roommate is going to be a transphobe. You still haven’t changed your gender marker on the school website, although it’s technically easy - you have to worry if it will affect your housing, the resources available to you, the way that your seemingly-friendly RAs and RCs look at you.

#transgender #lgbtq+#trans university experience #it doesn’t help that i am Never Coming Out #ppl say that trans ppl are so brave & all but im not. im scared of everything all the time #especially with housing shortages now what happens if I come out and have a roommate #does she move? do I move? where to? what if all the rooms are full?#last semester I got the Last room on campus (at least for a ‘female’ resident) & -#- what would have happened if I’d been out? would I have gotten a room at all? with a cis boy? lumped in with some other trans person?#with a cis girl who ‘doesn’t see me as a threat’ cause I’m AFAB? with a cis girl who isn’t even told I’m trans? with a cis girl who IS told?#vent post

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pinceauarcenciel · 7 months

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Full illustration I did for the magical girls Cookbook zine @letsmagicalcooking from 2022~! ✨ This giant multi-crossover features witches from six different series and no less than 53 characters (including mascots)! Can you name them all? (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

You can access a more in-depth commentary about my process with WIPs of the piece in the bonus pdf, along with many other behind-the-scenes cool stuff! Get it following the link below:

🍳 Leftover sales are open until November 28th 🍳

※ Fanart: Little Witch Academia © Yô Yoshinari / Trigger Mahou Tsukai Precure! © Toei Animation - chara Design: Miyamoto Emiko Majo no takkyūbin © Hayao Miyazaki / Studios Ghibli Ojamajo Doremi © Toei Animation The Owl House © Dana Terrace / Disney Television Animation Witch Hat Atelier © Shirahama Kamome / Kôdansha

#magical girl #cookbook #witches #precure #mahoutsukai precure #witch hat atelier #Little Witch Academia #ojamajo doremi #the owl house #kiki's delivery service #food #fanart #my art #fanzine #zine full piece

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jilyandbambi · 11 months

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so a Yellowjackets AU where mari says something to get herself kicked out of the cabin, and she dies of exposure and gets eaten at the bachanalian banquet instead of Jackie, who LIVES, who's there at Shauna's side when she goes into labor, stroking her hair and letting Shauna squeeze her hand hard enough to sprain her fingers, who keeps Shauna calm enough she has a (comparatively!!!!!!) easier delivery, who is the reason the(ir) baby lives.

who finally, after months of feeling adrift and useless because she’s not a hunter or a butcher or a prophet or a captain (anymore) finds her purpose in the wilderness. who painstaking sews patchwork baby onesies and cloth diapers from the girls' spare clothes (Offerings, not donations). who makes a baby sling from animal pelts and backpack straps. who makes a rattle from sticks and pinecones and some light blue pebbles Jackie found by the lake one day and saved. who makes sure the cabin stays warm and clean for Luke Dylan (from 90210--they couldn't decide whether to go with the actor or the character).

who builds them another shelter from blankets and animal hides after the cabin burns down. who keeps shauna and their baby warm through that first terrible winter and the one that followed.

and one day in 1998, Canadian forest rangers happen upon that American high school soccer team that went missing 2 years back. they find a group of starving teens and a baby, a little over a year old, two of the girls wrapped around him--and each other

and when the rescue team tries to separate them the one with tangled, golden brown hair bears her teeth and Growls

#yellowjackets #shaunajackie #yellowjackets au #premise up for adoption bc Im too busy to do anything more with this #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #in my head: they go back and live at jackie's house #it's bigger + Jackie's family has the $$ to keep reporters off their property so the girls are safer there #when it’s discovered that jeff is the father. jeff--who was raised right--starts going to school part time #while working full time at the furniture store #soon becoming assistant manager #jackie's parents BEG her to go to rutgers. not to give up her future for a baby that's not even hers #that belongs to the bf and bff who BETRAYED her no less #(jackie stops talking to them for a month. not for bringing up the cheating thing)#(for daring to say that LD isnt hers' too)#jackie does eventually go to Rutgers though #but not bc her mom promises to stop giving shauna a hard time #she decides to go when Shauna finally tells her about applying to Brown and getting her acceptance letter days before they left #they never would've been roommates at Rutgers. she isn't leaving Shauna behind. she never has #shauna makes a joke about having a hot meal ready every day when jackie comes home #jeff saves up enough money for a dowm payment for a nice house with a lawn and a yard #for him shauna&jackie and the baby--BECAUSE HE WAS RAISED RIGHT #he and jackie build a backuard playset for Luke (Dylan's his middle name. It's also Jeffs mothers maiden name it all worked out)#yes sometimes they have threesomes #no Randy. Jeff's NOT going to talk about it w you #(he was raised right!!!!!)#a few years down the line Shauna gets pregnant again #all 3 of their parents' heads tilt to the side #but they keep it amongs themselves so they can keep seeing Luke and baby Callie #little house in the wilderness au

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isalabells · 3 months

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When we were starting, I was terrified. I've never been so terrified in my career. How do you take on 62, in Russia, speaking Russian? How has she changed? It felt like other than the essential core of who this person was, everything else was different. Trying to figure out how to navigate that over the course of six months, there were just days where it was very hard not to let the actual terror of that take over me. But I also think in some ways the fact that there was so much, there was just a certain point at which I was, you just gotta stop thinking about it and just d o. Every day, just do. It felt like the three seasons were about how the relationships had changed, and the confidence that comes with rising through the ranks. And this season I was just like, holy shit!

Wrenn Schmidt on playing Margo Madison in For All Mankind season 4

#when Joel said she should take on more jobs that scare her. FELT.#For All Mankind #forallmankindedit #Wrenn Schmidt #Margo Madison #'one hell of a performance from an actress I've never seen before' lmao FR who tf does she think she is!? god.#I am begging y'all pls keep challenging her. no more manic pixie dream girls and mothers for her or I will RIOT #OBSESSED with her saying adding the limp was all her idea. normal choice to make when you alreadyfeel overwhelmed with the task at hand.#(desperately need to know if she was an ER and/or House girlie as a teen/20something or if that's a remnant from her POI days.)#(Margo's full body turn because she can't move her neck is very Harold)

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violetvulpini · 2 years

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Can you believe the wiki is missing 2 whole Darius outfits? That's a CRIME. So I drew him in every single one. Darius stans pspspspsps give me your hcs and analyses

#The Owl House #Darius toh #Eberwolf toh #Team RED #Disney #artists on tumblr #I haven't been able to stop thinking about him all week help girl #I have a notes app full of drawing ideas for this one guy

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