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the-hinky-panda · 4 months

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The Medic Series: Part I

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

Everyone had warned her about taking the job at the Santo Padre Clinic.

Morgan Fox had graduated at the top of her nursing class. She went through her Emergency Room training in East LA at one of the busiest trauma centers in the state of California. She could treat a gunshot wound blindfolded, find and administer narcan in under five seconds, and she’s enough of a scrapper to hold her own with violent junkies.

She liked working in LA. She felt like she was actually making a difference when she sat with a prostitute who had a botched abortion and held her hand until the tears stopped. When she was the only nurse that would buy and stash electric blankets for addicts that were going through detox and wracked with chills. When a gang member was killed, she would sit with their family members and assure mothers that there was nothing more they could have done for their children.

Her father, the CFO for Wells Fargo West Coast branches, had a heart attack and her mother needed help with his recovery so she returned to La Jolla. Unfortunately, survival was not in the cards for her father and a month later he died of a brain aneurysm. Her sister was already married to a megachurch pastor so it was just Morgan and her mother alone in the seaside mansion. The work in the La Jolla hospital was less than satisfying. Women recovering from plastic surgery and malnutrition from starving themselves to fit into expensive gowns for charity events didn’t bring much satisfaction.

The only thing that kept her in La Jolla was the arrival of a new heart surgeon. He had been doing his fellowship with the cardiac surgeon that operated on her father. Shortly after her father’s passing, Dr. Jasper Wilcox was placed as the on-call heart surgeon and was spending his breaks down by the ER nurse’s station where Morgan worked. He would bring her terrible cups of coffee to hold her over until he could take her out to a five star restaurant. He came from old money and was not opposed to spending it. Morgan’s mother loved him so after six months of dating, a Christmas wedding was being planned.

Then her world fell apart. She caught Jasper with another nurse in the locker room showers. That was when the rumor mill finally reached her, that Jasper had banged just about every nurse in the hospital. When she went to her mother with the revelation, her mother told her to look the other way. And if that didn’t work, look at his bank account and investment portfolio. But Morgan started looking elsewhere: another LA, another place in need of compassion. That was how she ended up getting the job offer at Santo Padre Clinic.

It was Christmas Eve when she called the Santo Padre Clinic to let them know she was accepting the nurse position. She waited until her bachelorette party was over before packing her car with clothes and a couple boxes of belongings, and leaving under the cover of night. She left a note for her mother and Jasper, short, sweet and to the point about wanting something more than money and a sham of a marriage.

She arrives in the bordertown Christmas morning, feeling very much like the refugee family of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus: scared and alone. However, there is room at the town motel and Morgan spends her Christmas day looking for an apartment online and ignoring the texts and calls that are blowing up her phone. She drinks a bottle of expensive champagne and watching re-runs of “The Christmas Story” on the TV. By six am the next morning, she’s dressed in her scrubs and sitting on the cracked concrete steps of the clinic. At 6:30, another woman arrives in faded scrubs, graying hair, and a tired face.

“Are you Fox?”

Morgan jumps to her feet. “Yes, ma’am.”

She scoffs and unlocks the door. “You can drop the ma’am. We don’t stand on much ceremony here. I’m Fernanda. Most people call me Nan.”

Morgan follows her into the building and helps turn on lights. Nan gives her the tour of the workplace. It’s small, outdated, and falling apart. Their supplies are minimal, the equipment barely functioning. Nan watches her with a skeptical eye.

“So what do you think, Nurse Barbie?”

“I think it’s perfect.”

Nan laughs shortly. “I give you two weeks before you’re back in La Jolla.”

#coco cruz x ofc #johnny coco cruz x ofc #mayans mc fic #mayans fic

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ctrlsugar · 7 months

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#gif pack #rph #jeffrey dean morgan gif pack #//honestly this was supposed to be a bigger pack but the lighting 🤢🤢#sorry kitten #gp #sugar:gp #sugar:free #sugar:all

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northsalpha · 2 months

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the children of ansel ( in birth order ) as written about in a journal kept by ansel’s bedside.

eleanor tomlinson as merewina ( merrie ) dragenson nee anseldottir.

and though she came first, she never stood with superiority. her mother’s daughter through & through, merrie became the heart of the pack; beloved sister, cherished friend. it was she who would heal the wounded and feed the hungry. she who would teach the children how to read. though born a wolf, merrie rarely turned and yet, inner wolf was never clearer in the fierce loyalty she displayed everyday. the same loyalty that saw her die at mikael’s hand, shielding families from his onslaught.

joseph morgan as niklaus ( klaus ) mikaelson.

each full moon drew me closer to klaus. it was undeniable; a strong, stubborn bond that i could not shake, no matter how much esther insisted i must. the call of my own was loud & i yearned to be near him, to raise him, to teach him. i waited for the day he would trigger his curse & need me, but that day never came. the pack was never complete without him. i was never complete without him. i should’ve done more. this insert includes many hand - drawn pictures of a young niklaus, sketched by ansel’s own hands.

eysteinn sigurdarson as cadman anselson.

born two minutes & seven seconds before his twin sister, and rest assured, he never let goldiva forget. cadman stood with the confidence of an alpha before he could even truly understand the meaning of the word. i watch him lead warriors into victory after victory, and he did so with a valiance not even i myself possess. he did not marry nor have children, and he believed that made him a stronger leader for it gave him nothing to lose. perhaps he was right. though nothing like his namesake, i feel in my bones father caedmon would’ve felt honour in knowing my son fought with his legacy.

thea soie loch naess as goldiva anseldottir.

and should anyone ever doubt goldiva’s place on the battlefield, they certainly never lived to make that mistake twice. my daughter was born with fire in her eyes & a wolf in her heart / claws already sharpened for war. she embraced the change on her eighteenth birthday, underneath the blood moon and standing side by side cadman, neither ever truly apart from the day they arrived together. i fear cadman struggled without her when she died at mikael’s hand and he did not. it turns out he did have something to lose after all.

harrison osterfield as ricmann ( ric ) anselson.

ricmann was a quiet child and he remained so throughout life. the boy seemed more interested in nature than people, whispering words to the injured birds while nursing their broken wing. he would spend hours with the plants, tending to vegetables. though his name meant the power to rule, he grew up a gentle soul, burdened by the weight of the moon in the sky. i could see the pressure he felt to follow in his sibling’s footsteps. i hope he knew i would’ve loved him regardless. it was a conversation we never got the chance to share before mikael slew us both.

freya allen as hildegyth anseldottir.

the youngest girl of a large family. i think it bothered her sometimes; too often mistaken for a child when she was so desperate to grow up as fast as possible. she became the perfect combination of us all, carrying herself with the softness found in ricmann's heart, but fighting with cadman’s spirit if ever required. overcame obstacles with determination that could only be learnt from goldiva, yet in turn, won many villager’s admiration with that same ability to love i saw in merrie. it was as if we took the best parts of us and gave them to her. she wasn’t just a wolf. she was a force and those that underestimated her, soon realised the error of their ways. hildegyth survived mikael and i watched over her as she raised merewina’s daughter as her own. because of her, our legacy lives on.

unseen in this gifset as beowulf anselson.

our littlest wolf. beowulf came to us as a miraculous surprise, born on a cold winter’s morning, with sif clutching my hand. we loved him dearly in the short time we had together as a family, and though i know he struggled to remember us as i watched him grow from the other side, i do not regret dying to ensure his survival. my approach distracted mikael long enough for brida to run, beowulf tucked safely in her arms. i died knowing he was in safe hands.

#in character. ⸻ edits.#you were born to create. ⸻ children of the north.#family!!!!!!!!!!#i introduce u to... klaus' half siblngs #i am obsessed with every single one

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northsalpha-archive · 9 months

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THE CHILDREN OF ANSEL ( IN BIRTH ORDER ) as written in a journal kept by ansel’s bedside:

ELEANOR TOMLINSON as MEREWINA ( MERRIE ) ANSELDOTTIR

and though she came first, she never stood with superiority. her mother’s daughter through & through, merrie became the heart of the pack; beloved sister / cherished friend. it was she who would heal the wounded and feed the hungry. she who would teach the children how to read. though she never triggered her gift, inner wolf was never clearer in the fierce loyalty she displayed everyday. the same loyalty that saw her die at mikael’s hand, shielding families.

JOSEPH MORGAN as NIKLAUS ( KLAUS ) MIKAELSON

each full moon drew me closer to klaus. it was undeniable; a strong, stubborn bond that i could not shake, no matter how much esther insist i must. the call of my own yearned to be near him, to raise him, to teach him. i waited for the day he may trigger his curse & need me, but that day never came. the pack was never complete without him. i was never complete without him. i should’ve done more.

EYSTEINN SIGURDARSON as CADMAN ANSELSON

born two minutes & seven seconds before his twin sister, and rest assured; he never let goldiva forget. cadman stood with the confidence of an alpha before he could even truly understand the meaning of the word. i watched him lead soldiers into victory after victory, and he did so with a valiance not even i myself possess. he did not marry nor have children, and he believed that made him a stronger warrior for it gave him nothing to lose. perhaps he was right.

THEA SOIE LOCH NAESS as GOLDIVA ANSELDOTTIR

and should anyone ever doubt goldiva’s place on the battlefield, they certainly never lived to make that mistake twice. my daughter was born with fire in her eyes & a wolf in her heart / claws already sharpened for war. she embraced the change on her eighteenth birthday, underneath the blood moon and standing side by side cadman, neither ever truly apart from the day they arrived. i fear cadman struggled without her when she died at mikael’s hand and he did not. it turns out he had something to lose after all.

HARRISON OSTERFIELD as RICMANN ( RIC ) ANSELSON

ricmann was a quiet child and he remained so throughout life. the boy seemed more interested in nature than people, whispering words to the injured birds while nursing their broken wings. he would spend hours in the gardens, tending to vegetables. though his name meant the power to rule, he grew up a gentle soul, burdened by the weight of the moon in the sky. i could see the pressure he felt to follow in his sibling’s footsteps. i hope he knew i would’ve loved him regardless.

UNSEEN IN THIS GIFSET as BEOWULF ANSELSON

#out of character. ⸻ headcanon.#FAMILY!!!!#im feeling rlly proud abt my castings #you were born to create. ⸻ children of the north.

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morningstargirl666 · 10 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY #2

TBBW C30 - Sneak Peak

Finally, I have something written for the next chapter of The Big Bad Wolf at the same time WIP Wednesday comes around in the week! Thank you to @stars-and-darkness for reading over this and helping me get Klaus' characterisation right. And kudos to Joseph Morgan for portraying such a complicated character but like damn is Klaus hard to write. I'm still not sure if I've got it spot on. But eh, this is fanfiction.

Anyways, here's part of the flashback that opens chapter 30. Fun fact: originally, I didn't plan the flashback between Sam and Klaus in chapter 27, in fact that was improvised when I started writing the chapter. However this flashback was always going to be here, as it's quite a significant one.

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1992, Minnosota, Superior National Forest

North East Atlantic Pack Settlement

Klaus woke up gasping, his panicked heartbeat ringing in his ears, and as his body jerked, trying to escape the phantom hold on his heart, he reached under his pillow and grasped the handle of his dagger, sweeping it out at an opponent that wasn’t there. Only then did he freeze – back braced against the bed’s headboard, blade pointed out into the dark – realising this was not the place that haunted his dreams, nor was there a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. This was his room in Lycaon’s cabin – there to the right, upon the set of drawers, were his collection of records sat next to the antique player. To the left, beside the window where the moonlight cascaded in through, stood his easel, a half-painted canvas fixed in place and paints scattered across the surfaces nearby. He was alone. He was safe. A few doors down, he could hear Lycaon’s heart beating, breathing softly in his sleep.

Klaus lowered the dagger, his shoulders slumping as he tried to catch his breath, letting the blade fall uselessly from his fingers, down onto the bedspread. The covers were a mess of tangled sheets, the rumpled duvet cast aside in his alarm, and Klaus only waited a second for his heart to calm down before pushing his legs off the bed, landing his feet on the floor. He threw the sheets completely aside, grateful for the prickle of cool, blissful air tickling his sweat-drenched skin. And then he let his head drop into his hands, trying to ignore the way they shook as he scrunched his fingers in his hair hard enough it was nearly painful, wanting the distraction. He’d let his hair grow out a little, even since arriving at Lycaon’s. Nothing as extreme as the haircuts he had sported in earlier centuries, but the strands had grown long enough to curl into their natural state, hanging over his eyes and teasing the nape of his neck. The stubble decorating his cheeks and chin was similarly a few days too old. Enough to look unkempt.

He'd been staying with Lycaon and Sam for about a week now, adamant his stay would only be temporary. But Elijah’s continued efforts to locate him had passed being a simple annoyance and crossed into dangerously hostile territory after his brother started systematically making his way through all their family’s estates, looking for Klaus with vicious efficiency, compelling the staff, even slaughtering the rare few vampires bound by loyalty when they denied him information. Elijah had even taken to, in a rare show of pettiness and rage, burning any art pieces he found, leaving the ashes for Klaus to find (or for his minions to report back about – Klaus was not foolish enough to show his face in person, well aware Elijah was trying to flush him out). Apparently, Elijah had even thrown a particularly beloved art piece Klaus painted in the 17th century into the grand fountain of their Italian Villa in Tuscany, the water running red with blood from the vampire’s head he’d thrown in with it. It was a travesty, was what it was. Four centuries worth of aged art – gone, destroyed, just like that! Not to mention competent sirelings were hard to find and trusted ones even harder. He’d have to train another one now and who had the bloody time for that?

Anger at the situation that had befallen him was good. Better, even, than the fear that was starting to creep into his chest as Elijah started to get too close, familiar with his tricks. And Klaus knew that once his brother found him, it was not a friendly chat that Elijah sought. No, Klaus knew what it felt like to be hunted, had spent centuries running from a monster after his head. This time, he knew he was not the predator in this game of cat and mouse.

Elijah didn’t just want revenge. He was out for blood.

All because Klaus had let his temper get the better of him. He’d never had a great record with it to begin with, true, but even he could admit his words spat out four decades ago had been...not quite thought all the way through.

The last century had not been his best. Ever since the fall of New Orleans, since Marcellus… and then Chicago, daggering Rebekah and saying goodbye to Stefan, Klaus had been unbalanced. Emotionally… charged. Particularly quick to ire (to which the witch coven in Spain’s Alicante province could attest to in bloody detail). His loneliness had started to gnaw at him in a way it hadn’t since his time under The Curse of the Five, spiralling into a miserable despair that was only quenched by violence. So, when his brother had found him in the cobblestoned streets of London’s supernatural underbelly, right in the middle of vampire territory, he’d been relieved to see him – until Elijah greeted him with a fierce fist to the jaw.

“Is it true?” Elijah had demanded, when he’d heaved himself to his feet after their following fight, looking down on his brother’s beaten form with barely controlled fury. “Did you do it?”

At the time, Klaus had thought he knew what had inspired Elijah’s ire. They hadn’t seen each other since that fateful night in New Orleans, where they’d split up, fleeing Mikael’s wrath in different directions hoping it would give them a better chance at escape. It had worked, but Klaus received no word from Elijah, and although that was a good sign – the news of the death of an Original by The Destroyer’s hand would not be easily silenced – he and Rebekah had spent the next decade on edge, not knowing about their brother’s state and unable to contact him, fearing Mikael’s interception. But there had been no Rebekah with him then, when Elijah found him, their sweet sister sleeping soundly in her coffin. Her absence and the implication of it (Klaus daggering Rebekah, again) was a pathetically predictable reason for Elijah’s fury.

The punch to the jaw, and quite possibly his brother’s entire stance, all high and mighty, superior in his morals and honour, had pissed Klaus off no end. So, instead of explaining why he had daggered their sister – foolishness, going back for Stefan, he had already handled it, Stefan knew nothing, he would be safe – he dragged their confrontation out, deliberately being abstruse.

“Do what? I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, Elijah. I’ve done a lot of things.”

“Is our family gone?” Elijah had spat at him then, losing his patience with such vitriol that Klaus had felt his eyes widen, shocked - and even slightly afraid - as his brother advanced. “Did you discard their bodies in the ocean like useless trinkets?!”

Klaus had been so thrown by the accusation, he had frozen in shock, unable to say a word in his defence. He wouldn’t- He would never do such a thing. To throw his family into the depths of the ocean, to forever be encased in a watery grave for the rest of eternity, caught in between life and death - it was a fate he feared could happen to them, not something he would do to them himself. And to see Elijah looking at him like that, like he believed Klaus was capable of such a crime, could hurt their siblings in such a way-

It was one thing to have the world see you as the villain, the monster in children’s nightmares. It was another to see yourself as such. But it was an entirely different beast to see the same condemnation on the faces you loved, the faces you trusted.

“I didn’t want to believe father. But Rebekah is not here. Kol, Finn - they are not here.” Elijah had continued, taking his stunned silence as confirmation. The mention of Mikael - the implication that Elijah had believed such a thing because Mikael had accused him of it - landed a heavier blow than Elijah ever could. What had Elijah been doing? When had he spoken to Mikael? What else had been said? “But it is true, isn’t it?”

Klaus should have denied it. Told the truth. Pleaded with Elijah to believe him, if that was what it took.

But he had spent his life fighting other people’s beliefs. Spent his childhood trying to prove Mikael wrong, to make him believe he wasn't a weak disappointment of a boy, but a man grown, a warrior worthy of his father’s name. He’d spent his first few weeks as a vampire trying to convince his mother he wasn’t a monster, and then pleaded with her more still, when she took his wolf away, believing that with it running free, he would always be little more than a beast. An abomination. And then as the decades passed, as the centuries followed, it was not his parents he had to prove wrong, but his siblings. Finn first, who always hated what they were, but was doubly disdainful of Klaus, now knowing they were not brothers by blood. Then Elijah, who watched Klaus sacrifice his honour to protect them all, slaughtering all their enemies brutally and ruthlessly in the name of not greed or ambition, but family and found him lesser for it. Rebekah was no better. She could be as violent as the rest of them, it was true, but there was still a naivety to her. A longing to love and be loved in return. She didn’t see the risks of betrayal and heartbreak, and so when Klaus tried to protect her from it, in a way no one had protected him, she cursed him for it, turning her own back on him when it suited her. And then Kol - who never looked at Klaus with disdain or disgust, still stared at him in fear sometimes. Like he no longer recognised him.

It didn’t matter if his siblings had once stood by him when Mikael cast him out, declaring him their brother, no matter what their father decided. It didn’t matter that they promised to help him break their mother’s curse, accepting him for not just who he was, but what he was. Those words and promises were hollow when their actions no longer reinforced them.

In the end, what was the point in fighting people’s perceptions, when they would never believe you anyway?

So Klaus didn’t fight it.

Didn’t deny it.

Elijah had already decided who he was. What he was capable of.

Maybe he was right. And that? That was the worst thought of all, making him indignant with rage at the injustice of it all.

“Yes.” He had answered, voice steady in challenge, watching as his older brother’s face twisted with pain, relishing in returning an ounce of the hurt Elijah had caused him with such an accusation.

Elijah’s words were a lie. What was one more, in the grand scheme of things?

A great deal, he came to realise.

When Elijah came at him, the raw pain on his face twisting into hate and blinding rage, Klaus had fought back just as viciously, the two of them barely walking away in one piece that night. And now, decades later, the wound of that two-sided betrayal still stretched as far and as wide as a ravine, haunting him, invading his dreams, twisting his memories into nightmares.

They were getting worse. Fear of Elijah’s pursuit or simply the familiar loneliness encroaching him on all sides made for a poor mental state. Any night, he could be haunted by ghostly echoes of the past. Henrik. The night of his first turn. The binding of his wolf. The Curse of the Five. The burning of New Orleans. The memories all swirled together, twisting into familiar and unfamiliar shapes, macabre and frightening. Sometimes Mikael thrust the white oak stake into his back as the theatre burned around him. Sometimes Kol stabbed him through the heart with a dagger tailored just for him in the middle of The Abattoir. Sometimes Rebekah left him to Mikael’s beatings, no longer coming to his defence, no longer standing between him and Mikael’s sword like she’d throw herself on it to protect him. And then sometimes, like tonight, Elijah would rip his heart out, no longer believing his lies, just like how Klaus had ripped out their mother’s. Justice served; a heart for a heart.

Klaus inhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut, hands clenching in his hair hard enough it hurt as he forcefully pushed such thoughts away.

#tbbw #the big bad wolf #tbbw spoilers #sneak peak #klaroline wip wed #klaroline fanfiction #fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline #morningstar writes #yet again my characters are not having a good time #i'd say i'm sorry but i'm not #i'm having so much fun #so excuse me while I go drink tea with satan

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henbased · 1 year

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wip it's fucking wednesday again

tagged by @fourlittleseedlings and i know i was tagged by a plethora of people the last time this went around and i did not acknowledge them <33 so now i'm send out the plague

tagging: @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @shallow-gravy, @unholymilf, @roofgeese, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @locustandwildhoney, @nuclearstorms, @shellibisshe, @strafethesesinners, @snake-in-the-garden, @poetikat, @derelictheretic, @afarcry5fromstraight, @deputy-morgan-malone, @strangefable, and whoever else wants to share! pls tag me <33

i'm working on chapter 3 but i'm always sharing brit so. spice things up. jude time. also i finally have two wips

15) things you said with too many miles between us

“Jude.”

The radio buzzes to life, buried deep inside her pack. Beer set down, fishing rod secured, she pulls the clunky thing out of her bag, holds it to her lips.

“Joseph.”

There’s a crack as he speaks. “Where are you?”

Water licks the side of her boat.

“Fishing.”

He’s silent, and she thinks he’s mad enough to leave her alone for a few hours, but the radio crackles to life. “Where?”

The answer is on her tongue but she bites it back. “Do you miss me?”

He’s silent. This time she knows to wait, and does so, patiently, elbow on her knee, radio dangling.

“I do.”

The words bring a smile to her lips. She tells him, and he thanks her. With around twenty minutes left of peace she grabs her fishing rod and her beer.

#📌#otp: for thine is the kingdom #couple who cannot stop arguing but also cannot spend time apart #or else they start getting pissy and whiny to everyone around them

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libraryleopard · 10 months

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Mid-Year Book Freakout 2023

Tagged by @violaeade, thanks Sabrina!

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

Aaaahh that's so hard, I've had a really good reading year. I finally read She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan and it really blew me away–the characters! the tension! the narrative foils! the revenge! the ambition! the complicated queerness! I absolutely tore through it even though I was busy with school and walked around thinking about the ending for weeks. I can't wait for the sequel this August and also I am terrified to see what will come.

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

THE THOUSAND EYES BY A.K. LARKWOOD!! Fucking fantastic sequel, took some incredible risks that really paid off and did some amazing things with the characters. Caused me exquisite agony in the best ways possible. Shuthmili's character arc in that book lives in my head RENT free.

3. New release you haven’t read yet

I'm hoping to read A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon this summer (it is so long but I am so excited for more dragons and lesbians). Also, When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb because I love their short fiction!

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid (gothic YA fantasy about Welsh mythology and a creepy seaside manor) sounds exactly like my kind of book and I'm quite excited for it.

5. Biggest disappointment

Probably The Hacienda by Isabel Cañas. I've gotten really into gothic literature lately and I was super excited at the idea of a postcolonial gothic set in 1800s Mexico but it just felt kind of like a middling mash-up of Rebecca and Mexican Gothic. Subpar gothic atmosphere, some nonsensical plot points, boring romance, standard prose. Alas!

6. Biggest surprise

I read Little Blue Encyclopedia (For Vivian) by Hazel Jane Plante on kind of a whim because the idea of a novel told in the form of an encyclopedia entry for a fictional TV show sounded interesting (I love stories that experiment with form) and it turned out to be an incredible exploration of grief and friendship and trans community that packed a lot of nuance and emotion into a very short work.

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

Ava Reid! Her debut novel, The Wolf and the Woodsman, was a personally kinda underwhelming to me, but their second novel, Juniper and Thorn, was an incredible gothic fantasy exploration of abuse and I think she really found her authorial voice through it. Super excited for their YA debut coming out this fall, it sounds very up my alley. Also, having read Andrew Joseph White's debut novel Hell Followed With Us, I am absolutely keeping an eye out for his future works.

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favorite character

I'm reading Spindrift by Anna Burke right now and Morgan Donovan I am free to hang out on Thursday when I am free to hang out…

Also, Heather After from G. Willow Wilson's Sandman spin-off comic The Dreaming: The Waking Hours is incredible (trans anarchist sorceress) and I love her.

9. Book that made you cry

I don't really cry over books, but Among Others by Jo Walton made me so unbearably sad as someone who has a twin sister (though I do have some problems with that novel).

10. Book that made you happy

I read Highly Suspicious & Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert because I enjoyed her adult romance novels and thought it was adorable, absolutely top-notch YA rom-com. (Also, I relate to Brad so much considering he is a teenage boy jock named Brad.)

Tagging uhhhh oh god @kazz-brekker @acewizard @shirleyjacksons @displayheartcode and any other book-inclined people who see this and want to answer? (i'm very bad at remembering mutuals off the top of my head, sorry!)

#lulu speaks #lulu reads #tag games #2023 reads #books #this was fun!

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forest-enchantress · 3 months

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Here is a #50 gifs of Joseph Morgan in Henry VIII. All of these gifs were made by me from scratch, so do not redistribute or claim them as your own. If using, please give this a like and reblog!

#henry VIII #Show: Henry VIII (2003)#perioddrama #henry viii #joseph morgan #joseph morgan gif #joseph morgan gif pack

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collettexjimenez · 7 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐙 !

[cisfemale and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [COLLETTE JIMENEZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LINDSAY MORGAN]. You must be the [THIRTY-THREE] year old [TATTOO ARTIST AT CRESCENT MOON TATTOO]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [SHORT-TEMPERED] and your favorite song is [A MISTAKE BY FIONA APPLE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [mel, 23, est, they/them, no triggers]

TRIGGER WARNING: complications from childbirth, parental death, child neglect

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Collette Maria Jimenez Nicknames/Alias: Coll

Faceclaim: Lindsey Morgan

Age: Thirty-three Gender: Cisfemale Sexuality: Bisexual Date/Place of Birth: October 15th / Queens, NY Currently: Aurora Bay, California

Positive Traits: Hard-working, independent, confident Negative Traits: Short-fused, outspoken, aggressive Astrological Sign: Libra Archetype: The jaded

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Collette was born into fire, one that was fueled by anger. Her parents relationship was fragmented when she came into the world, but this did not stop her from feeling the weight on her shoulders and trying to fix what was already broken.

Collette's mother, Camila, died soon after she was born -- due to sudden and startling complications from childbirth. Minutes after she held her daughter for the first time, she passed on.

While the husband and wife were on the brink of divorce, Joseph Jimenez made his daughters life a living hell from that point onward and blamed her for her mother's death. For the longest time, Collette believed that she had murdered her mother and deserved whatever pain was coming to her.

When she was thirteen, Joseph remarried to a woman who had two children of her own. While Collette thought that maybe, just maybe things would change considering that her father was happy and in love again -- they didn't.

Olivia, her new stepmother and Joseph fell into a repetitive pattern. Fight. fight some more. make up and forget about their responsibilities, specifically their children, in the process.

This left Collette more often than not to care for her stepbrother and stepsister as if they were her own children, something she certainly wasn't prepared for. Even still she tried her best to give the younger two the life that they deserved.

The moment she got her drivers license, she was driving her siblings to and from school every day and it was as if her parents practically dropped off the face of the earth.

By the time she was eighteen, she was packing her bags to move out. While the guilt over leaving her siblings behind was overwhelming, she knew she couldn't live another second in that house, for it wasn't truly living. She also hoped that maybe her absence would serve as a wake up call for her parents to get their shit together (spoiler alert: they didn't).

The years between then and when she ended up in Aurora Bay are a bit of a blur. However, much of it included a wide variety of odd jobs from retail to food service.

She couch surfed for a while, both due to a lack of finances and a fear of settling down somewhere for too long. She would remain avoidant for the remainder of her teens and far into her twenties, that is, until she discovered tattooing.

Collette had always been a very talented artist, but had little time to hone her craft until she left home. It had been the only thing that brought her peace. She stumbled into Aurora Bay when she was twenty-three, and soon began her apprenticeship.

While she hadn't anticipated to stay in town, years soon passed and folded over into each other. Before long, she didn't want to know anything else. She moved into a small place along Fishers Cove, somewhere where she could have her privacy and isolation.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Collette has only just gotten back into contact with her two step-siblings, one now being in their late twenties while the other has just recently turned twenty-five (a connection will be sent into the main when I'm not being a lazy butthead).

Wears a whole lot of leather and black in general, and, to the "bad girl" stereotype -- owns a motorcycle that she's named Bessie. No, she won't explain why.

Her avoidant attachment may have not continued when it comes to where she lives, but it sure has when it comes to relationships. She is a fan of the one night stand, or so she says.

While a lot has changed since she left home, one thing that hasn't changed is her protective nature. If she cares about you, you're family. Period.

A bit of a spitfire, occasionally says shit at the wrong time. However, she's learning to catch herself a hell of a lot more.

MORE TO COME.

#collette // about #aurorabay.intro

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