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earthtoharlow · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

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AN: Hello, I’m back with a new series, and I promise I won’t abandon this one lol

*2021*

NFL Star Nate Williams ARRESTED Allegedly Squared Up W/ Cops

New York Giants Quarterback Nate Williams was arrested after a drunken dispute with cops in LA... TMZ Sports has learned.

The 28-year-old -- who's the son of NFL Hall of Famer, Mike Williams -- and his girlfriend, singer Maryse Monet (23) were pulled over near downtown LA... after cops say Nate was driving the wrong direction on a one-way street.

According to our police sources, cops say their car reeked of booze ... so they ordered the couple out of the car.

We're told while Maryse talked to cops, Nate got out of the car and took off his shirt and jacket and squared up like he wanted to fight.

Nate ultimately settled down and complied with their commands ... then he was handcuffed, and arrested for disorderly conduct and obstruction.

He was taken to jail ... and later posted bond.

Maryse apparently mentioned to police that the couple were arguing beforehand and that she was trying to get Nate to pull over so she could drive, knowing Williams had been drinking.

This isn't the first time the football player has been arrested, he was charged with a DUI last fall after being kicked out of a superbowl party which he also attended with Monet.

Nate Williams & Maryse Monet SPLITSVILLE…

Nate Williams and Maryse Monet are no more -- the couple reportedly broke up ... and the early indication is that it might've been her who wasn't on the same page for their future.

According to ENews, the toxic couple have ventured into splitsville, this is after more than 3 years together and power-coupling all over Hollywood & New York City. Unclear when they might've gone their separate ways ... but neither has posted a photo with the other for months.

Now, as for the reasoning behind the reported uncoupling ...ENews, citing a source familiar, says Nate apparently wanted to get even more serious with Maryse than they already were, as he was already looking in for rings and planning on asking Maryse’s family blessing to marry her.

Maryse reportedly didn’t want to get married, telling friends and family that Williams who has a history of DUI’s) drinking and anger problems were a big problem in their relationship and getting married would make things worse.

Maryse Monet seen visibly upset leaving ex Nate Williams home in NY with Rapper Doja Cat

Maryse Monet covers her face with notebook as paparazzi try to snap pictures of her moving her things out of shared NY loft with ex Nate Williams

Maryse's best friend, and famous rapper Doja Cat, yells at the camera men to back up and get away from their vehicle as the girls try to leave.

Maryse seemed visibly upset, as you could see her close to tears as she brought out the rest of her things.

STAY STRONG MARYSE- look on the bright side, at least you’ll have good writing material now!

*2022 Grammys*

You would think after 4 years of being in the industry, Maryse would be used to the bright lights and the hundreds of photographers shouting her name on the red carpet but NOPE. It doesn’t get any less nerve wracking.

As she tried to focus on not falling and tripping over her own feet in her custom Del Core dress she noticed the flashes seemingly getting brighter and the photographers motioning for her to turn around. Turning her head, she let out the biggest laugh as she saw one of her best friends, Amala, aka Doja Cat, over her shoulder making the most ridiculous faces to photobomb her.

“You bitch!” Maryse said, letting out another laugh. Amala gives her a cheeky smile before pulling her in for a big hug. The two of friends posed for pictures together before she left to go take solo photos of her own but not before slapping Maryse on the ass.

All she could do was shake her head with a smile. She loved that girl.

Maryse stopped and talked to a few musicians before her publicist, CoCo directed her towards the press to do interviews.

She smiled widely as the interviewer started to introduce her. “This is Jessie with Entertainment Tonight, and I’m here with the first time Grammy nominee, Maryse Monet! How are you feeling tonight?” They said turning towards Maryse.

Maryse took a moment to look around. She couldn’t believe this was her life.

“Nervous but definitely excited! This is such a surreal experience. You know, the last time I was here I was a plus one. Wasn’t even nominated at all, literally no one knew my name.” Maryse replies with a smile, and waves slightly at the fans that were behind the press.

Maryse watched as Jessie’s eyes got wide, slightly shocked at her words. “Oh wow! Well that’s definitely not the case anymore. You’re nominated for best new artist tonight and you’ve had one of the biggest years out of everyone with the success of your song, Good Days which is nominated for song of the year. One of the top awards of the night. Tell us how the writing process of that song came about.” He asked shoving the microphone to her lips

“You know, for the past year, I’ve gone through so much in my personal life. It was one thing after another. So Good Days became like a mantra. Everyday I woke up, and told myself that good days were coming. Sometimes I hardly believed myself when I was saying it but sometimes all you need is a sliver of hope that things will get better. It’s one of the most therapeutic songs I've ever written.”

“Wow! I absolutely love that! Everyone needs that reminder sometimes. You’re definitely a fan favorite to win tonight!” Jessie says. “Now, there’s so many talented artists here tonight and I know you mentioned how you haven’t been to the Grammy’s in a couple years, so who are you most excited to see and even meet tonight.” Jessie asked with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows.

Maryse took a moment to think, there were so many artists there tonight. Hell, even the artists she was nominated with were amazing but there was only one artist who popped in her head first.

“Well, I’m super late to the party but I’ve recently discovered Jack Harlow’s music, and I’m obsessed.”

Maryse could see the smirk forming on Jesse's face. “Better late than never, right? It also doesn't help that he’s such a cutie!”

Leaning closer to the microphone Maryse answers “Are you trying to set me up, Jesse?!” holding in a laugh.

“I won’t deny that he’s handsome but, I’ve become such a huge fan of his music and I’d love to meet him tonight.”

Maryse took a small pause

“And Beyonce too, gotta meet her first!”

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Maryse let out a tiny scream and she reached over and hugged Amala as she made her way back to her seat after accepting her Grammy for Pop Duo with SZA. Even if Maryse didn’t win anything tonight she was happy that her friends wouldn’t leave empty handed.

Maryse had a smile on her face for the rest of the ceremony. Best New Artist went to Olivia Rodrigo, which Maryse wasn’t shocked by. Olivia had an incredible year. When the host announced that Song of the Year was next, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. She was a newcomer, her peers that were nominated with her were super talented in their own right and have been in the industry for years. All of them deserved to win so she knew she most likely wouldn’t win.

Maryse gave a nervous smile as the camera panned to her as they read off the nominees. She felt Amala grab on to her knee to stop her nervous bouncing.

“And the Grammy for Song of the Year goes to…” the presenter took a pause before looking out into the audience.

“MARYSE MONET!!”

Hearing her name get called immediately made her freeze up. Maryse felt her face feel warm from blushing. No way did she just win a Grammy. As Maryse stood up to make her way towards the stage, her eyes started tearing up with happy tears. She couldn’t believe this, she just won a Grammy!

Thankfully, she was sitting in the front row so Maryse didn’t have far to walk. As she was walking up the platform steps she felt the bottom of her dress get caught on the back of her heels, she was going to be the laughingstock of the whole industry. Maryse braced herself for the fall before she felt a hand quickly grab her arm.

Maryse turned her head to see who saved her from the embarrassment and let out a tiny gasp at the blue eyes that stared back at her.

“Are you okay?” The gentleman asked with a look of concern.

All Maryse could do was simply nod and squeak out a thank you. He smiled and escorted her up the rest of the steps, making sure she was good before walking back down to his seat, but not before giving her a kiss on the cheek and whispering congratulations in her ear. Maryse chose to ignore the small spark she felt from that kiss.

Once Maryse got up to the podium she let out a deep breath and a nervous laugh.

“I can’t believe I almost tripped and fell in front of Beyoncé!” The audience began to laugh and Maryse could see the Queen herself laughing it off and mouthing that it was okay.

As everyone continued to clap, Maryse took a moment to look down at the trophy in her hands. This felt like a dream, one she hopes she never wakes up from.

“For long as I can remember music had always been in my life. My dad played guitar and my mother was a music teacher. There was hardly ever a time where music wasn’t playing from my dad’s record player.”

The entire audience was quiet as they listened to Maryse speak. “So standing up here and holding this award with all my favorite artists and people I grew up listening to, is a dream come true.”

“I want to first thank the Recording Academy. I want to thank my whole entire team for believing in me and never giving up on me. A huge thank you to everyone who listened to this song. I literally wrote Good Days on my childhood bedroom floor. It means so much to me that you guys love it as much as I do….”

Maryse took a small pause and it looked out into the audience. It seemed like her eyes would only lock in on one person.

“…And I can’t leave this stage without thanking Jack Harlow, who really saved me from embarrassing myself in front of all of you. So thank you for your quick reflexes.”

Maryse watched with a smile as Jack raised his glass of water to her and gave her a wink. With blurry eyes, she raised her very first Grammy back at him as all her peers stood and gave her a standing ovation. She will never forget this moment in her life.

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Maryse playfully rolled her eyes at her friends as they laughed around her.

“HA. HA. Laugh it up all you want, at least I didn’t fall on my face. I would’ve never shown my face again.”

“Yeah, that’s because you had Mr. White Chocolate himself, Jack Harlow save you” Diamonté added with a smirk

“White Chocolate??” Maryse heard Lil Nas X speak up from the kitchen.

“I love that guy but ain’t no chocolate in him, he’s more like a sweet uncrusted bread slice.”

The whole room started to roar in laughter

“A sugar cookie sweetie”

“A little package of cream cheese”

“OH! OH! I got one! An unsalted butter babe!”

All Maryse could do was shake her head in laughter at her friends foolishness

Maryse couldn’t help but think about that moment at the Grammys.

After she made her speech, the rest of the night went by in a blur. Maryse was pulled into so many different directions that night by friends, family and press that she wasn’t able to personally thank Jack again. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t feel a connection from their tiny connection. With how busy she was going to be with working on her debut album and she was sure Jack was going to be just as busy, she didn’t know when they would run paths again but she hoped it was soon.

LIFEOFMONET

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neverlookatthisblog · 1 year

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My masterlist <3

welcome to my master list most of the writing is Smut but i am interested in writing in other genre’s you could always request it’s open another note i am open to writing for other celebrities that aren’t jack!!! :)

JACKHARLOW:

SMUT:

december

i’m not asking you i’m telling you

cars

look up at the ceilin

gulty pleasure

Birthday girl

Birthday boy

moments

enhancers

Strawberries and Chocolate

the boy is mine

All white party

love island

Fairplay

Thanksgiving

One of the girls

Underestimated love

FLUFF:

Face Masks

Barbie (concept)

Out of focus

UrbanWyatt:

SMUT

coming soon :))

FLUFF:

Carnvals and Bunny Ears

Is it new year yet

Dad jack:

OC: Intro The Harlow kids

Uh oh

First words

Harlow Christmas

Emotional support

Harlow’s easter

Soccer games

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow smut

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sunnydaleherald · 2 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, April 13th

FRED: We're still working on a plan, but so far, it involves being sent to prison and becoming somebody's bitch. ANGEL: Nobody's going to jail, Fred. I told you, a heist like this, I've done it a million times. (beat) OK, maybe twice, but I'm good at it, I swear.

~~Ground State~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #112 — Scaredy-cat by veronyxk84 (Buffy & Dawn, PG-13)

No Biggie by NotASlayer (Buffy, Riley, T)

Anne by MissKitty28 (Buffy/Spike, G, in French)

An Old Friend by TannaraMoonvale (Giles, True Blood crossover, T)

Debrief by MadeInGold (Buffy/Riley, M)

Hope by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, not rated)

[Giles and Willow texting about Amy] by scooby-group-texts (not rated)

Heaven Can't Help Me Now by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Raven, Chapter 11 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

… A Stranger I Go Hence, Chapter 12 by MalkMcJorma (Faith/OC, M)

Thirty-ish Days (and Thirty-ish Years), Chapter 26 by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, T)

but this love is ours, Chapter 14 by ripslayer (Buffy/Faith, M)

Best in me, Chapter 16 by DancingAngel0013 (Buffy/Giles, E)

Xander Harris and the Little Pink Pill, Chapter 7 by Kylia (Xander/Cordelia, E)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 57 by Luna_delCielo (Buffy ensemble, Tolkien crossover, T)

Wish Granted, Chapter 6 by faewm (Anyanka, Harry Potter crossover, T)

Three Slayers at the Same Time, Chapter 2 by In_the_universe (Buffy/Kendra, G)

Raven, Chapter 11 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

I Don't Want to Be the One, Chapter 10 by pommedapi (Buffy/Spike, T)

Slayer No More, Chapter 20 by jsaint34 (Buffy/Pike, M)

Buffy & Giles Drabbles, Chapter 2 by DancingAngel0013 (Buffy/Giles, M)

The Boring Stuff: Reptile Boy, Chapter 3 by missfiggy (Buffy/Angel, M)

Come Hell or Whatever, Chapter 2 by TheActuallyKid (Buffy, Batman crossover, M)

The Witching Hour: Chapter 5 by TheLightdancer (Willow/Tara, E)

If I Could Turn Back Time, Chapter 2 by Tropicmorningnews (Buffy/Angel, M)

Valkyrie vs. Cordelia, Chapter 6 by Nonkosherian (Fauth/Willow, T)

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 32 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 48 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Boyfriend Swap, Chapter 6 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Because the Night, Chapter 4 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Wilderness Retreat OR Super Mega Happy Kill-A-Rama! Chapter 4 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Hello Cutie, Chapter 4 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Celebrating You, Chapter 11 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Afterburn: In The Dark, Chapter 1 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Death Is Buffy's Next Great Adventure, Chapter 118 by Sharie (Buffy/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter crossover, FR15)

Coming Through, Chapter 56 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Service Unit, Chapter 11 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2, Chapter 12 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Anything But Ordinary, Chapter 7 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Bathroom Wall, Chapter 1 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, G)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Buffy, Spike, Clem by frenchublog (worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy and Spike by isevery0nehereverystoned (worksafe)

Fan trailer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Smallville intro style) by Meowity

Fanvid: Angel | Cold Cold Cold by genericaces

Fanvid: Spike | I'll Keep Coming by genericaces

Fanvid: Buffy + Dawn - You wouldn't like me by Faith Victoria

Fanvid: Buffy + Angel - I love me more by Faith Victoria (anti-Bangel)

Fanvid: BTVS || HUH, YOUR FATHER. IT IS YOUR FATHER, RIGHT? ||HUMOR by ZNellyZ

Artwork process video: Kristy Swanson Buffy the Vampire Slayer iPad Procreate Drawing Timelapse & Talk by kcsnipes (worksafe)

Artwork process video: Alexis Denisof Timelapse #Wesley by Sadiq's Solitude (worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Occult-PRAISING Joss Whedon's Atheism: Willow Rising Part 1 by Examining Kubrick Craven Halloween

Video: Was The Initiative From Season 4 Of Buffy A Good Idea Or A Bad Idea? by CrasHNburN

Video: Witch Switch | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Witch s1 ep3 by Nerdy Investigations

Video: Gone-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Podcast: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Movie Review | Forever Fangirls | EP #103 by A Reel Review with Forever Fangirls

[Fandom Discussions]

i desperately need to kno how spike and harmony met by leechjam

It is insane to me that this show wants us to believe that everyone just left Faith to rot in that motel room by nicnacsnonsense

I think it would have been REALLY funny if Buffy at one point had been like NO! no…. I cannot date another Vampire! In crush by raisedbythetv89

It’s crazy to think Buffy lost Kendra and Angel in one night by theredpharaoah

Another issue I had with "Lies My Parents Told Me" by finalgirl1984

The Angel-Cordelia-Doyle dynamic was so fucking good by sunnydalebimbo

Rewatch thoughts and questions continued by GoSpuffy and multiple other posters

Spike and the first continued by multiple posters

Reasons for being the Slayer continued by AbercornBay

4x7 [Apocolypse Nowish] is the best episode in the show until the last two minutes… by ukcountrylover

When do you feel Cordelia was first possessed? by ukcountrylover

The Magic Bullet episode by Organic-Mistake-2223

I don't really feel sad about.... [Anya's death] by LightBlueSky55

Has anyone read the Tales of the Slayer short stories? by kmf-89

S3 E2 [Dead Man's Party] by No-Intention-1948

TIL The name of the club [The Bronze] is a pun by IsNYinNewEngland

What "Day in the life of" would you like to see? by threefeetoffun

What is your favorite pairing/duo of the series? Mine is Willow & Xander by AceItaliano

Most un-realistic part of the show? by Slayerette444

What would've happened if Faith didn't jump off the building? by SafiraAshai

Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture by Randy_Giles1880

Use a line from any character in the Buffyverse to describe Buffy Summers by PristineSituation498

Joss Whedon brand of feminism by sadhungryandvirgin

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squid-boo · 2 years

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Welcome to my blog 🦑

Intro Post - Benji - 29 yrs old - They/Them - Black/Thai (Biracial) Socials - Twitter | Ko-Fi | Curiouscat | - This is where I put most of my obey my art, the fandom that this blog will mainly focus on is the mobile game Obey Me! I draw oc/canon and fanart, and sometimes I will draw some suggestive pieces ( NSFW ) as well just a heads up ✨ Tags - My Art --> Squid's Inkblot My ObeyMe! MC Art --> MC: Harlow Asks --> Penny for your thoughts ( I'll add more tags in the future O:< ) --- Commissions are closed atm --- DNI List: Proshippers ( I will not tolerate them please do not interact with me ) Minors ( Sorry I will be reblogging/drawing/talking about suggestive stuff lol ) --- Will add more later if I need to!!!

#Squid Info

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dragon-in-the-woods · 1 year

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A wild Intro appears!

Hello! You can call me Shadow or any of my self-insert names. I'm 21 and I use he/vamp/bats/cats pronouns. My genders are beyond any mortal comprehension but I'm transmasc so please don't refer to me as female and/or feminine aligned things.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO PROSHIP/VARIANTS INTERACTION. PLEASE DNI.

[Userboxes all by me, desc in alt text]

This blog is dedicated to selfship and roleplaying in many forms. I have a ton of characters that I RP, so I put them all here for simplicity.

NSFW TAGS: // nsft, // suggestive

Under the cut for space! DNI below as well (various trigger warnings, but nothing explicit).

Tagslists!

Self inserts and F/O's: https://www.tumblr.com/dragon-in-the-woods/726062757736218624/more-tags-selfshipping-tags-below-brackets-not [I can "share" most F/O's, but ones I am unable to 'share' are marked.]

Muses: https://www.tumblr.com/dragon-in-the-woods/725392920670273536/tags-for-my-muses-below-more-to-be

Rules and need-to-knows!

-My response time depends on my spoons and if I remember. Don't feel bad if I don't respond, I either forgot or I'm just not up to par with chatting at the moment. My object permanence can be limited so please don't be upset if I do forget!

-At the moment, I am not comfortable with NSFW roleplay. That may change in the future and this will be updated accordingly.

-For personal comfort, please be 18+ if you want to roleplay in DMs. Asks, reblogs, and things like that are fine for any age, but the no-NSFW still applies.

-Please be respectful to me and my muses, especially my self-inserts. My S/I's are a big part of me and we don't take kindly to disrespect.

DO NOT INTERACT: Bigots of any kind. Christans/catholics. Pro-lifers. The Satanic Temple or any of its associates, inclusing "atheistic" Satanists/Luciferians. TERFs/radfems/gender critical/trandmeds/etc. Proshippers/comshippers/variants. Pedophiles/MAPS/NOMAPS/PEARS/etc. Incest (includes adoption). Noncon. DSMP/Harry Potter/Melanie Martinez fans. Starseed/indigo children/other ableists. Anti self-dx.

My muses:

Skyrim: Cicero. Mercer Frey. Vex. Brynjolf. Delvin Mallory. Glover Mallory. Serana. Miraak. Teldryn Sero. Neloth.

The Band GHOST: Cowbell. Special. Zephyr/Elder Air. Any of the Papas, including Copia.

Legacy of Kain: Kain. Raziel. Dumah. Vorador. Janos Audron. Umah.

Red Dead + GUN: Red Harlow. Colton White. Port. Soapy. Arthur Morgan. RDR1-era John Marston. Bonnie MacFarland. Dutch van der Linde. Colm O'Driscoll.

Others: Doomguy/Flynn, VEGA- DOOM. Isabelle, Beau, Chops- Animal Crossing. Eivor Wolf-Kissed, Soma of Grantebridgescire- AC:V.

Self-inserts/OCs: Tacia, Bloodmoon- Skryim. Cardinal Astral, Cirice Emeritus- GHOST. Shadow, Creonox- LoK. Frankie van der Linde, Eli Smith- RD+GUN. Jessie Michaels- DOOM. (more to be added as I remember them)

#intro post #pinned

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roadfortherogues · 2 years

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// i heard we’re doing intro posts

i’m tin (or harlow if we’re buds) and i use they/them pronouns! i’m a university student so i can get pretty busy but rp is my primary hobby so i’ll answer eventually! just be patient with me lol

i’ve been a part of this little roleplay corner for a while now so i’ve accumulated quite a few blogs. it’s about time i jump on the bandwagon and listed them all, but while i’m here i’m also gonna state my boundaries. they’ll be below the character roster which is below the cut

blogs, in order from mains to inactive:

@tiintype (not a rp blog, my main/primary blog)

@roadfortherogues

@rumblebunny

@snapssnitch

@asters-arcana

@jd-and-a-hood

@theonlytimeofday

@hell-of-a-story

@bitterglory

@listen-to-tidefall

@foxbounties

discord’s the easiest way to reach me and my user there is tin #4889

a lot of my most-used blogs feature themes of gun violence, regular violence, homophobia, racism, religious trauma, child abuse, drug use, substance abuse, underage drinking, smoking, et al. those posts will be tagged on an individual case-by-case basis and the blogs that frequently engage with that content will also have a warning in the bio, but it is not at all uncommon for any of my blogs to discuss heavy themes every now and again.

i encourage anyone who might be uncomfortable with that sort of content to keep themselves safe, and to either not interact with my characters or block me if you don’t wish to see that sort of thing. i promise it won’t hurt my feelings, roleplay should be a positive experience for everyone- and for me it can be a place to express negative past experiences in a safe, fictional way. discussion of these sorts of heavy subjects in roleplay do not bother me so long as they are properly tagged and warned.

i hope that those who want a purely positive/escapist experience can find it, but my blog is not the place. all sensitive content will be properly tagged for anyone who wants to selectively interact.

as i am an 18+ roleplayer, nsfw content will sometimes be alluded to. there will never be outright graphic content posted publicly on a blog (and characters like rao, who regularly interact with underage characters, will not discuss these themes), but be aware that implied sexual content is possible on any blog of mine excluding ocs who are minors. any such content won’t surpass more than a joke every now and again, but if that makes you uncomfortable, i tag “implied sexual content” and/or “nsfw” so y’all can filter it out.

WOOH i think that’s everything! send an ask if you want certain stuff tagged and stay safe out there ✌️

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dreams-of-static · 1 year

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Intro I guess: I'm Harlow. They/she. I love lost media, horror of all kinds, computer science, old tech, and researching the hell out of topics no one else cares about. I'm just here to vibe.

If you have any leads about the 90s tv show "Wright is Always Right" or anything possibly related, contact me immediately. No matter how small.

If you have any questions or comments for me, send me an ask.

This is an roleplay oc ask blog by me (@eldritchpluto) about my horror project called Hourglass! At this moment there is no official release of any related media to it, but hopefully there will be in the future! This blog is about a horror character, so general warnings for a character exhibiting paranoia, unreality, and the like. I'll try to tag these things! If you want to know anything else about this project, please send me an ask on my main blog! Or if you want to ask something directly to the character themself, send it here! <3

Things all will be tagged “rp” or “ooc” accordingly! If you’re getting to this late, the rp tag will have all of the important posts!

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klywrites · 5 years

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Harlowe, 27

“For the record, if I didn’t find your resting bitch face so attractive, I’d’ve punched it already.”

all the devils are here (working title) | WIP page | tag |

After three consecutive months of late payments on her rent, Harlowe comes home from a closing shift to find a letter of eviction. Despite begging for another month, the landlady refuses, and Harlowe finds herself packing up her life in the backseat of her car.

Not that there’s much to her life anyway besides knocking back shots, mindless make-out sessions, and the occasional hookup. She heads downtown, hits up a bar, and loses herself in a club.

At the end of the night, Harlowe witnesses an attempted assault. She intervenes and the guy runs, leaving her with an inebriated girl. Harlowe stays with her until an ambulance arrives, and manages to slip away before anyone can ask questions.

In the morning, on the spur of newfound motivation to get her shit together, Harlowe goes to the local women’s center to apply for a new job. She thinks maybe she can stop being a waste of space and actually do some good for people.

And she does, in a way, but it’s not exactly... good?

info:

works as a barista

loves dancing, gummies

is $5k in debt

photophobia

has a dead podcast where she talks about weird stuff she sees around the city

listens to audiobooks but has to follow along with a physical copy

some quotes:

(after being called a harlot) “It’s Harlowe, actually, and no one says harlot anymore. Puritan.”

(Enver: “She’s your superior.”) “Yeah, you know, that only makes me want her more--and that’s all I’m saying on that.”

(Crina: “Will you take off your sunglasses? I’d appreciate it if you’d look at me while I’m speaking.”) “I am looking at you! I’m always looking at you.”

#writeblr #murder wip #wip: devils #[harlowe]#oc intro: harlowe #some facts and quotes under the cut!

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chickabee · 3 years

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A better music post

I'll tag this one with music or sumn so it doesn't get lost in the plethora of tags I have.

The last time I tried to make a music post for my oc's everything was rushed and disorganized, but since today I'm in a writing mood, I'm going to try to make this post a lot more coherent.

I'm going to go down my playlist and pick a few songs to share (trying not to spoil my story in the process.) So, the earbuds are in and my hand's are ready.

Let's go!

Billy Joel, Vienna- Just re-added this song back to my playlist today, but when I heard it again I was like, 'oh my jeez. This song is to Dylan." Poor guy is always overworking himself as the leader of his team. Kid doesn't take the time to be a kid v_v

Stevie Wonder and Ariana Grande, Faith- Yeah... animated motion picture soundtrack music. This song is for teenage Lillian. It's her being a heart throb with Stevie wonder impressing the ladies. Lmao don't ask how she was able to be in a song with Stevie wonder. She's a well known hero so it's possible. Also, unimportant detail but I imagine her in one of those like groovy jumpsuits from Austin powers lmao. "Groovy Baby"

EARFQUAKE but only my voice, SQUALAY- I already explained that I imagine Justin singing this. The pitchiness of the main vocal is so much Justin to me lmao. In my head he's goofing off with his cousins, and they all just decided to come together to sing this one night. they were supposed to be chilling, but oh well I guess lol. It's one of those "the boys at midnight' things. Y'know... like that meme.

I feel like I should mention that Justins cousins are African American (His adopted parents Nicole and Derek are African American) so when things like this happen, it doesn't matter, everybody is just being goofy together.

Anything but Ordinary, Avril Lavigne- IS IT ENOUGH TO LOVE, IS IT ENOUGH TO BREATH Yeah, I know I had this as a song I imagined with the blues during a blues daydream, but I also imagine either young Savannah or young Lillian singing this at a karaoke (more Lillian because she's more 'randumz quirky') And they are leading a crowd in the song. Yay <3 (The ending with the back vocals is just tooooo perfect.)

Back Door, STRAY KIDS- Hey! It's Kpop. Hello, kpop. I listen to so much kpop because it's the perfect montage/dance music. This is a montage of the girls being really cool. They are badass. This is more for Jenna though. She is verr badass. Perfect song for her fighting ego.

ANY SONG, ZICO- Justin because it's his vibe when he is a teenager. More laid back. Hey, I should really listen to the lyrics of this song because I have no idea what this song is about, but in my head, I imagine Justin is working in a restaurant and he's singing about trying to impress this girl he sees there but his boss is like 'Nah back to work kiddo.' So there is a lot of silliness of him trying to impress mystery girl despite his current situation.

Only problem is it doesn't sound vocally like Tennage justin :(

Can I Have This Dance, High School Musical 3- HELLO CHILDHOOD MOVIE. oh my gosh I was so in love with high school musical and Hannah Montana as a kid lmao. Anyway, I imagine this being a song soft, teenage Lillian is singing to Lyle because Lyle wants to dance with her after finding out she is the lead in the school musical and has to kiss another guy. Lyle isn't singing the male part though because to him well, 'singing is gay.' I dunno. It's too feminine to him. It's like dude, you're out here doing an entire waltz in the summer rain with a chick. How straight do things need to get.

How's it Going to Be, Third Eye Blind- This is not canon to my story at all. In the past weeks, I have been daydreaming a lot about Loomer AKA the ship that can never happen. I'll explain this in another post but that part where 'I wanna get myself back in again' is when Lillian and Boomer kiss.

i Just-

🏃‍♀️💨 sORRY

Permission to Dance, BTS- I don't care how mainstream this song is, this is perfect music for the people of Turmoil to put together video clips of their heroes being wholesome and saying thank you collectively. It will play on every Billboard and Television. The world will know how much Turmoil appreciates its heroes.

Everybody Dies, Billie Eilish- Is this spoiling? Teenage Bella and Jenna get your sad asses outta here.

Industry Baby, Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow- Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella. BELLA-

Everybody Loves Me, One Republic- This song is dedicated to Justin, Manny, and Collin. I imagine it as an animation meme so it's very colorful and artistic (?). But yes Turmoil loves their skater boy, Sweetie pie and Goofball nerd.

DO or NOT, PENTAGON- Yay! More kpop! But I made a bit of an animatic on my youtube that uses this song >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vki0koOR8Y4 IT'S AN AU. And yes that is Lillian and Dylan. I will talk about the AU I was working on one day, but it was extremely bubbly and magical. Magical school girl shenanigans yee haw.

***SKIPPING RAPIDSONGS EDITS/REMIXES I MAY OR MAY NOT COME BACK LATER TO EXPLAIN***

AFTER SCHOOL, WEEKLY- Okay. I love this song. It's so happy and bouncy so naturally, I would imagine a montage of the girls getting into adventurous mischief together that's cut way too perfectly in beat to the music. It sort of play's like a sitcom intro that's running too long in my head lol.

Shake it Off Mariah Carey- "I GOTTA CHICKEN ROOOOLL". My mom likes to remind my siblings and I that when we were younger we used to sing 'I gotta chicken roll' so one day I was listening to the song and I was like 'man it would be hilarious if the team sung this for fun as a group.' So yeah. It's Lillian leading the group as they sing Shake it off and man Lillian know's how to hit those high notes, she should invest in that.

But I imagine this scene with them being 12, the only people who aren't really all that invested are obviously Jenna and Dylan, but then a part of my brain was like 'EFF THAT. THIS IS A FAMILY THING, AND YOU'RE GONNA PARTICIPATE DAMMIT.' So Dylan is also goofy on a good day and Jenna...

she a tough cookie just give her time guys.

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So there, 15 songs from my playlist. That was a lot easier than the other post I made :D

Hey, y'know you're really blessed when you can take a day off of work to do stuff like this. In actuality, my mom just came home from the hospital and I was not able to sleep at all before going off to work. Obviously I don't mind. But money is money o-o

#oc shits #oc stuff #music that remind me of my oc's #Oc's on Broadway

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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A Family of Five- Part 6: Ready

Calum and Harlowe’s marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it has always been filled with love. This is a collaborative experience with In Sorrow and In Joy. Dad!Calum. Black OC.

CW: Over the course of this series, there are mentions of pregnancy, therapy, and postpartum depression. There is also 18+ Content (Smut)

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Luke finishes the last of the dishes. Noor’s at the bar, reading over her lines before the bus. Zahara dangles the keys to her car on her finger, waiting for Zeek to grab the charger for his tablet from his room. The house is quiet. He finds himself wondering how long that it will last. The question is answered a minute later when a shout rings out, “Babe!”

“There goes the silence,” he chuckles, wiping hands on the dish rag. “Yeah?” he calls out, taking the stairs two at a time to the bedroom.

You turn around, dressed in black jeans and your pajama shirt. “Where’s that heart button up shirt?”

“That’s actually Calum’s shirt,” he grins leaning up against the frame of the door.

A groan falls over your lips. Out of habit, you reach up and fix the bun of your curly hair and mutter to yourself. Of course, your favorite shirt to steal wasn’t actually Luke’s. He probably took it from Calum’s case on their last tour, last year, and only just recently realized that it didn’t belong in your closet. You could go without the shirt. But it annoys the crap out of you, that you couldn’t finish the outfit that you had been planning for days now for the first day back to school.

“Now that I think about it. That’s definitely his t-shirt too. Forgot to give it back,” Luke states.

You look down at the gray t-shirt covering your body. “So, you’re telling me, Harlowe’s gonna call asking for this shirt eventually.”

He shrugs. “Only if she knows the shirt is gone.”

You roll your eyes, peeling off the shirt and stealing inside the blue button up of Luke’s. “Honesty, one of these days y’all need to go through your closets and figure this shit out.” You’ll call Harlowe. She’ll know where that heart button up is. And more importantly, she’ll be willing to trade.

“You and Harlowe end up stealing stuff from us!” he laughs. “It’s not all our fault.”

“Shush, I said that you two need to figure out what belongs to who and then she and I can figure out what’s up for trading and what has to stay. You didn’t let me finish.” Tossing the shirt at Luke, you laugh a little at his flail, startled by the action. “Start a load of laundry please. Use the kid’s detergent. Harlowe’s skin is sensitive.”

“For one shirt?” he jokes, his high pitched shout cracking a little on the the word ‘one’. “I’ll at least wash some of the kids stuff too.”

“That’s the idea!” you shout to his retreating figure. With the last of the shirt buttoned, you pick up your phone. As you open to your recent messages, Harlowe’s name is right at the top.

The phone rings twice before you can hear her shouting in the background. “Esha, it doesn’t even take me this long to put a face on in the morning, c’mon. You’re beautiful and I will fight anyone that says otherwise.”

Calum’s laughter filters in from the background before his voice fills the line. “You’ve reached Harlowe’s phone. She’s currently helping Esha figure out mascara. Can I take a message?”

“She’s really letting Esha wear makeup to school, huh?” you ask. The debate on whether Esha could wear makeup to school was definitely a long one. You remembered just a couple months ago when it first started, during the summer. Harlowe and Calum feared she’d go off the deep in, but didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t explore in the world of make up or self expression. You just had no idea that they had agreed on anything yet. Granted, you all kept up well, some things inevitably would fall through the cracks. Between getting syllabi together and raising kids, some news unfortunately fell to the waste side.

“It was a long battle. We agreed to mascara and lipstick. Nude lipstick though. Specifically a nude lipstick.”

You nod. “Sounds like a smart choice.”

More laughter floats in from the background. “Keep looking up, you’re not going to poke yourself I promise,” Harlowe chuckles.

“But I could!” Esha retorts. “This is scary.”

“So,” Calum says, “I know you called for a reason.”

“I was trying to see if a certain item of clothing could be up for trades. It appears that I, really Luke, but by extension me as well, have a certain t-shirt that belongs to you. And a certain heart button up shirt was not Luke’s, which is disheartening.”

“The gray one with Conway studios on it?”

“That’s the one.”

“She was looking for that last night. Hold on second.” There’s muffled talking in the background. “So, while Harlowe’s sad about losing the heart button up, she’s willing to trade.”

“It’s your shirt, technically.”

Calum laughs. “She has taken my closet. Nothing is mine anymore except my shoes. If she could wear those, she’d probably take them too. Like right now, she’s in my green plaid pants. It’s a great outfit, but I was the one that pulled the pants down this morning.”

“You’re going to the studio! You know you would’ve opted for jeans anyway,” Harlowe bellows.

“I would’ve at least like the option, baby. At least give me the option.” There’s a shuffling sound and Harlowe finally speaks.

“Ignore him, girl. He’s just pissy this morning.”

“So tonight we’ll trade shirts. I had this whole first day look planned, but of course, the shirt I wanted, wasn’t Luke’s shirt.

“Okay, normal table. I’ll see you then.”

Even before opening the door, you know what the place smells like, sounds like. You and Harlowe have been coming here every Wednesday before the twins were born. It’s ritual to walk in, hearing the clack of pool balls on the smooth red velvet and a white buzz of voices. It’s ritual to smell beer, but also the famous cheese fries cooking in the back. The place is old, but it somehow feels right. No, this wasn’t always your cup of tea. But Harlowe fell in love with the place, her second collection of poetry was birthed here. So on Wednesdays, this is where you two sat, chatting about the week previous, the week ahead. Talking about husbands, and kids. Talking about students and universities. You two worked at different schools. You do this for cheese fries, the laughs, the gossip. But more importantly, you do this for her, because she needed something to look forward to after the post partum depression from Esha.

Inside, you spot her afro at the bar, “the normal table.” “If that’s a virgin rum and ginger ale, today was fine. But it’s a virgin Caribbean Rum Punch, someone’s trying to fuck themselves up,” you laugh, sliding into the bar stool next to Harlowe.

She laughs, slinging an arm across your shoulders, resting her head for a moment onto your shoulder. “Yo got me. Just ginger ale. How were your classes?” She straightens, pulling her arm away.

“There’s a freshman in my 300 level class. The fear was real in there eyes, looking at the syllabus.”

“How did they get into that class?”

You shrug. “No one asked for an override into class. My assumption is that they thought they were hot shit and signed up.”

“Didn’t even check RateMyProfessor, I bet,” Harlowe grins, flagging down a bartender.

The man walks over with an easy grin, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. “Let me guess.You’re going to order a plate of cheese fries. Ranch dipping on the side.”

“It’s like we’re regulars or something,” Harlow laughs.

“Or something,” he chuckles, then turns to put the order in.

“Well not all of us teach poetry and fiction. Some of us have to have reading lists a mile long,” you counter.

Her laugh fills the room practically. “You make the syllabus. It does not have to be a mile long. You clearly just like suffering and taking your students down with you.”

Feigning shock, you gasps, turning around. “I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life.”

She chuckles, watching you. “Go ahead then. Run from the truth. But who’s the one that complains everything you have to reread those sections--you.”

“I cannot believe you’d read me like that in this here fine establishment.” This causes both of you to laugh, Harlowe falling into you a little, her laughter bouncing around in your eardrum. “How were your classes?”

With a smile resting on her face, she leans onto her elbows, toying at the glass. “Good. One girl came up to me after class and said she had signed up specifically for my section of poetry workshop because I was the only Black professor. Like I know this isn’t Kansas, to use a really dated expression, anymore. Like I know this isn’t the States, but it still means a lot be there for someone that needs it.”

“When’s your Fiction workshop?”

“Tomorrow. I’m teaching that in the morning and then the second section of intro to creative writing in the afternoon.”

“Must be nice,” you tease.

Harlowe barks a laugh. “I’m not the one that spent years getting their Ph.D. in History, only to bitch about being the exact thing they wanted to be. So yeah, it is nice to enjoy my job.” Both woman laugh and the steaming bucket of fries is placed between them. Two glasses of water also thuds against the worn wooden counter.

“How are my babies though?” There’s something in the way she asks that. You watch her face as she rummages into the depths of her bag. You catch nothing on her face. She pulls out the black button up and hands it over to you. You wipe your hands on a napkin and find the soft gray cotton in your backpack. You guys trade shirts.

“My babies are good.”

Harlowe huffs, biting hard into the fried potato. “Oh hush, I’m their aunt. They are effectively my children too.”

“What do you know that I don’t know?”

Harlowe shakes her head, reaching for her drink. “If I tell you, I break code.”

“It’s irksome that you know things before me,” you sigh. But you respect it. Your kids and Harlowe have a code. Though you desperately wish you weren’t always the last one to know about things, you understood. Sometimes the kids wanted to handle stuff by themselves, they didn’t want to always come to you or Luke. They maybe felt embarrassed having to go to their parents about everything.

“They know they can talk to you, girl. They know.”

“I’m just the last to know. I feel so left out.”

“If you think Te Koha, Esha or even Nikau even tell me everything, you’re wrong.” Harlowe downs the her glass. “Children will not tell parents everything. Did you tell your mom everything?”

“Hell no.”

“Exactly my point.”

The first plate of fries is just about empty. Harlowe’s ordered a second drink when a presence slides up to the left of you. The cologne is familiar. As you giggle at Harlowe’s story about the disaster at the printer today before her class, you feel Luke’s hand resting gently on your lower back. You wondered when they would come up. When you walked in, you made a beeline for Harlow at the bar. Luke went to the table Calum had on the floor somewhere. You guys always do this. Split up, just for a little bit to have a little time away from each other. To talk all the junk you couldn’t do when your spouse was right there. It was always nice to have these moments away, to yourself, to be quiet and listen to Harlowe dramatically retell her adventures of the day or week.

Her story finishes, an exasperated sigh falling over her lips before he speaks. “Can I get a pretty girl like you a drink?”

With an eye roll, you gently press into his chest for a quick hug. “Buy us another round of fries, and then we’ll talk.”

He laughs, palm brushing up and down your satin covered back. “Sounds reasonable.”

“Ranch on the side for my friend here,” you add on, gently tapping his chest.

“Please,” Harlowe adds, batting her eyelashes.

“I’m right here,” Calum laughs, settling down next to her.

“Are you buying me french fries?” she shoots back, resting her head into his chest.

His arm wraps around her, almost protectively. “I’m the one you go home with.”

She reaches up, tapping the end of his nose with her finger. They’ve always been way more affectionate. You pretend to gag, before burying your face into your glass of water. She just buries herself deeper into him before raising her middle finger to you. “That’s rude!” Luke interjects, voice turning up into a laugh.

As the second and third, due to Calum’s ordering, basket of fries comes out. It feels like old times, like being twenty three again during the summer before your second year for your Master’s program. When you forced Harlowe to get up on that dinky stage and read her poems. When Calum and Luke approached the two of you at the end of the night. It feels like you’ve got nothing but time, nothing by belly laughs and Harlowe and Calum’s antic, the lovingly nagging, the teases, you and Luke’s quiet moments, whispers. It’s nothing but being twenty three again.

Until a phone chimes. The time of youth is over. You finish off the last few fries, cleaning off your fingers. Luke’s hand slides into yours. It’s Harlowe’s phone and she sighs. “Gotta get back to relieve Te Koha of babysitting duties,” she mutters.

Calum leans in close to her, “Can I come home with you?” He’s only a few beers in this evening. Nowhere near as far as he can go.

“Hmm,” Harlowe chuckles, nails dragging under his chin, “Depends on how well you handle three kid.”

“Some might say I’m an expert,” he laughs.

“An expert in making them,” Luke jokes, with a whistle.

“That’s all you,” Calum teases. “Some of us made the choice a lot time ago to shoot blanks.”

“We are not having this discussion right here,” you interject.

Harlowe pushes on Calum’s shoulder, to get him walking towards the door. She digs into his jacket pocket, retrieving the kids. “I’ll talk to you probably in an hour,” she laughs. “Good luck, getting your drunk giant home.”

“Do not remind me,” you call before adding, “Love you.”

She shouts over her shoulder. “Love you too. I covered half the bill.”

“I covered half,” Calum corrects loudly.

“Will you be quiet and walk you drunk piece of man. Let’s go. Kids. Kids. We gotta get to our kids.”

You drive the two of you back. Luke hums quietly along to the radio for a while. His leg bounce. You watch him at a red light. “What’s up?” you ask, pressing your palm into his denim-cladded thigh.

“Do you know what’s up with Ra?”

You had noticed she was way more quiet than usual. This is whatever Harlowe knew but you did. Luke continues, his voice panicked. “I tried asking her what was up, but she wouldn’t budge. I’m not sure if you know.”

“I don’t know either.”

His sigh is heavy. You can imagine his fingers carding through his hair as the stress settles onto his forehead. “Is it college stress? Boy trouble? If it’s boy trouble, I’m kicking someone’s ass,” he murmurs.

“Call Harlowe too.”

Luke chuckles, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yeah, I can’t forget her. What do you think it is?”

You don’t even want to try and think about that, what darkness is potentially overcoming your baby girl. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens. You’d go through hell and back for your kids. Sure you weren’t always the most affectionate person, but you’d be damned if your kids were going through some shit and didn’t at least know you were in their corner for them. The rest of the drive you and Luke try not to envision all the terrible scenarios. Had someone hurt her? Touched her the wrong way? Was she failing a class? Did something happen to a friend? Did she think that you and Luke weren’t there for her anymore?

With the car parked in the driveway, you two climb out of the car and share a concerned glance before walking inside. Ra’s chilling on the couch, Noor passed out in her lap, the TV’s on. It’s not barely nine. “You’re free of being pretend mom,” Luke says softly.

Ra looks up with a small smile. “How were drinks?”

“Good. Anything happen here?” you asks.

“If it had, trust I would’ve called. After you guys left after dinner, we all finished up some homework. Or rather they finished up, and then Zeek showered and start drawing. Noor and I watched some TV. She had those physical fitness test today, so she’s pretty exhausted I guess.”

Luke nod, kissing both their foreheads. “We’ve got her. Finish up that work, yeah?”

Ra nods. “How many pints, Dad?” she laughs.

He shakes his head. “Hush. Only a few more months and then I’ll take you out.”

“Oh, God, please spare me that embarrassment.”

“Okay, so Auntie Harlowe can take you out on my dime, how about that?”

She grins. “Now you’re talking.”

Luke pulls her in for one last hug, kissing her hair. “Go finish your work, missy.”

As Ra ascends the stairs, you wait until she reaches the first landing before stopping her, a gentle hand on her back. “Hey,” you start, looking into her eyes. The twinkle is gone. She looks tired. “You know I’m here right, for you. Both your dad and I are. You can tell us anything.”

She nods, lips pursing close. “I know. Thanks, Mum. Got a paper to finish though.” She lifts her thumb over her shoulder to the stairs, to her room, to her escape. You nod. She turns and takes them two at a time. She’s not ready. You can’t force her.

It’s another two weeks. Zahra walks in through the door behind Noor and Zeek, closing the door behind her. “Hey guys,” you call out, tending over the pot of pasta.

Zeek kisses your cheek and Noor buries herself in a giant hug. Ra doesn’t round the corner. You peek around and see her leaning against the glass, hands covering her face. Her shoulders shake once, twice. She’s crying. Before you can set yourself in motion towards her, she throws herself into you, tears staining her cheek, streaking her make-up. “Fuck,” she whimpers, shaking against you.

Your heart thunders in your chest. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay.” Part of you is frozen. What the hell is happening? But the other part is ready to fix whatever it is. Whatever is heavy in her soul. “Talk--talk to me, baby. I’m right here,” you attempt to soothe.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know,” she hiccups. “I know emotions are totally not our thing. But god, I’m so tired of holding this in anymore.”

The two of you stand there, you rubbing at her back and she sobs into your skin, her tears feeling like fire. What else could you have done to get her to open up sooner? What else could you have said? “You’re ready now,” you whisper. “It’s okay.”

It takes a few minutes for Zahra to collect herself. Her cheeks are streak a little. But she takes a deep breathe. “Did my mascara run?”

You shake your head, a smile cracking through the fear. “No. Told you that shit would hold.”

She laughs. The two of you head into the kitchen, you hand her some tissues. She’s much taller than you, taking her height from Luke. You have to look up at her a little. Rubbing her arms, you find yourself at lost for words. Wait until she’s ready, you think to yourself. Wait until she’s ready. Zeek hands her a glass of water. “Your face didn’t melt too bad.”

“Thanks,” Ra mutters, taking a sip. “And you’re still a pain in my butt.”

“I’m the best pain,” he smiles, hugging her.

“Can I talk to you and Dad, when he gets here?” Ra says quietly behind her glass.

You nod. “Of course.”

Luke arrives home about an hour later. Just as dinner is finished. He immediately notes the pink to Zahra’s face and flashes you a look. You respond with a gesture of your hand, telling him to wait, to not jump the gun. But Zahra knows when her hug is a few seconds longer than usual. Dinner goes by nicely, though Zeek does make one comment, “So we’re not going to discuss the emotional breakdown or?”

“Shove your mouth with pasta or there’s gonna be another breakdown and not from me,” Ra smiles.

Zeek huffs, “No need to take my head off, okay?”

Noor reaches over, holding Ra’s hand, while shoveling more food onto her fork. “Some of us know our manners,” she quips.

Luke and you try to swallow the snickers. Your children did learn from the best. Zeek and Noor get excused from the table. You know the kitchen’s a mess but that can wait. Zahra looks up from her empty plate. “So, like, what if I said I wasn’t sure I was straight?” she asks all in one breathe.

You blink for a second, all the air rushing out of your lungs, before you smile. “I would say I’m very happy you told me.”

She looks to Luke. He takes her hand between his palms. “I would say that I love you no matter what. Straight or not, you’re still my daughter and I love you dearly. And it’s mighty brave of you to admit that.”

Zahra blinks rapidly, eyes welling up again. “It’s--” her voice is thick, she takes a moment. “It’s strange. To always have known something was different with me. Not just skin color or religion. But like something different. I don’t have a label for it. And I tried to push it down, ya know? Not think about it amongst all the college application deadlines, and dances, and school work mixed in with my job. I just….it’s been too long for me not to say something.”

You hand her a napkin. She dabs under her eyes. “You don’t need a label, sweetie. You don’t have to be afraid of us. We will always love you.”

“Always?” she questions.

“Of course,” you and Luke chorus.

“So, on top of that, I also don’t think artsy is my thing, Dad. I like the idea of Med school.”

Luke grins, placing one hand over his heart, faking a groan of pain. “I still got two more shoots at one of my kids turning to the arts.”

Zahra laughs looking over to you. “Every Brown parent’s dream, isn’t it?”

You nod, laughter bursting out of you. “Maybe just a little bit. I don’t care what you do, just as long as you love it, sweetheart.”

“That’s really a one two punch,” Luke jokes, later as the three of you clean the kitchen. “Really breaking your old man’s heart.”

You slap his bicep. “Now’s not the time.”

Zahra hugs him though from behind, cheek squished by his back. “I figured if you guys could handle me being a giant question mark in the sexuality department then maybe changing from arts to sciences would be easier to swallow.”

Luke turns in her embrace, wrapping her up tightly. “Yeah, a good way to deliver the news.” You let your cheeks lift, watching Zahra happily rests in her father’s arms for a beat or two longer before going back to putting the dishes up. It’s no longer heaviness in her shoulders, she no longer drags. That makes you happy.

Not even two hours later though, there’s a knock at the door. Luke answers it, his laughter erupting from him. You watch as Harlowe comes barreling down the entryway, a rainbow flag in her hands. She wraps Ra up in as she hugs her, rocking them both side to side. “Welcome to the club!” Harlowe laughs.

Calum, Te Koha, Esha and Nikau follow in slowly behind her. If you had to equate the two of you to weather, Harlowe is a hurricane and your just the run of the mill thunderstorms. But you wouldn’t have her any other way. Esha walks over, prying her mother away from her life long friend. “So, we’re going to pride together or what?” Esha jokes, giving Zahra a hug. Esha has been out as pan for a year now. Calum and Harlowe took her to a few pride events since then.

Ra laughs, “Yeah, yeah I guess we can.”

Te Koha steps dish out a hug too. “That’s very brave and you. I’m proud,” he says quietly. Zahra and him are in the same boat, not straight, not gay, just questions, just queer. Te Koha has not said anything. She hopes this pushes him. You watch their silent conversation before Nikau hugs her too and it ends.

“Momma brought you cake,” Nik informs to Ra.

She laughs. “Of course, you did Auntie Harlowe. Only you.”

“I’ve been quiet for weeks! Weeks, I told you i would not say anything until you came out. But I hope you’re ready because now, I’m not holding back!” Harlowe laughs, walking into the kitchen. That’s when it comes evident that her rainbow clips are holding back her two-strand twists from her face. You laugh at the detail, but happily take the slice of cake she hands you.

“Thank you,” you say to Harlowe as the kids chat in the background. Ra’s still wearing the flag. “Thank you for being there for her.”

“It’s what I’m here for. I do not take the title aunt loosely.”

“Clearly,” you mutter, motion to the cake and the flag. “You make that abundantly clear.”

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