ELIZABETH “ LIBBY ” CLARA MERCER
i’m too lazy to make bios for everyone i’m so lazy god i hate it here but here’s some quick info on libby since she’s one of my newer muses that i haven’t written a lot of
she is strictly gay albeit closeted bc her parents suck, they are very religious and h*mophobic
she watched her older brother be subject to their hateful judgement so..... she learned to keep her mouth shut abt her sexuality
she goes to an all girls catholic school which ...... lmao a mistake on their part
she looked up to her older brother immensely, he was in a band and she used to think he was so cool, they had a great relationship
in fs1978, she is a camp counselor at nightwing
prior to her being a counselor, her brother is a victim of one of the shadyside killers. this changes her personality drastically. she goes from being an outgoing tomboy to very reserved and almost hostile
following her brothers murder, her parents decide to finally move to sunnyvale
she’s on the soccer team
gonna be honest, i don’t know what she’s doing in 1994 yet lmaoooooo
i figure she’s very reclusive and traumatized following the events of 78
maybe she’s a cop/detective? bc she wants to prevent stuff like that from happening again but idk
she doesn’t speak to her parents bc they still suck <3 but they still send her money to try to keep her in their good graces
she probably honestly is that neighbor that comes off as rude bc she never comes out of her apartment, she never interacts with people, if you smile and say hi to her she will not respond or give you a fake smile
honestly it would be nice if someone would like.....bring her food and remind her to eat and would try to be her friend bc she needs it
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DAREDEVIL
Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page
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damn perhaps i do ache for miss maggie maldoveina on this day /:
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who needs documents or formatting or editing i ask that u pls accept this piece of writing <3 / @herflame
it was a bit redundant to have new patients fill out a questionnaire and then ask them the same questions that were on said questionnaire: anne knew this. therapy didn’t always feel like chatting with a friend, a lot times opening up was hard. for this reason, anne kept a variety of fidget toys in her office: kinetic sand, slime, spinners, those popping toys that she couldn’t understand why people loved. it wasn’t her job to analyze the effectiveness of a popping toy, it was her job to help people heal. so, if that’s what they needed then so be it.
anne had run into many difficult clients in her days. many sessions had been spent in complete silence and that was okay. sometimes just getting them into the door was progress enough. but this ––– rain, was relatively new. a special case, anne had heard about the things she had endured, but preferred to hear them from the client themselves. this client, however, had left the questionnaire completely BLANK giving anne nothing to work with. this was fine. smile gentle, anne looks up from the paper, blue hues peering over her glasses. “ why don’t you start wherever you feel comfortable. ”
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alt er valentine’s week ♡ day four: agape / selfless love
josh be like “if i care about you i’m gonna be a selfless and sacrificial idiot pls just love me back”
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chloe & max.
⇢ "Just stand still, okay? I want the one for my wall to be in focus." ( @euphoriabled )
“ max, i didn’t drag your bony ass here to take pictures! ” no matter how much they dressed her up, max still retained her . . . dweeb-like qualities. never changing, max caulfield was a reminder of the life that used to be which was somehow both the best and the worst thing about her. a stain you couldn’t scrub, a fever you couldn’t sweat out, the sun that would still peek through the windows now matter how tightly you shut your curtains. it was equal parts frustrating and comforting.
“ i brought you here to thrash, ” chloe places her entire hand over the lens of max’s camera and leans in close, “ so thrash! you can take pictures when you’re old and boring. you can’t spend your life looking through a camera lens. ”
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steph & victoria.
⇢ "D&D? Isn't that, like, nerd acting for the theatre kids who can't go on stage?" ( @euphoriabled )
outside of making sure the spotlight was on her ( literally ), there’s no reason why victoria chase should be speaking to her. underneath the golden rising sun, steph sits at her favorite table in the blackwell courtyard, setting up the board for the current campaign she was running with mikey. neither him, nor his adventurer elamon knew what perils steph had planned. victoria also had no idea, but the difference was that she probably didn’t care.
“ uh . . . ” steph says oh so eloquently, eyes falling over the pieces. well, she wasn’t exactly wrong, even if there was some sort of hidden judgement behind her words. “ i mean, yeah, but it’s also just improv. you get to be the writer, the actor and problem solve with others. it’s actually really fun. ” hoping she’s not stepping out on a ledge that victoria will shove her off of, steph eyes victoria carefully, “ do you . . . do you wanna run a one shot or something? ”
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Give Betty Cooper a Break (ALSO A HUG) 2k21
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𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 & 𝑗𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 .
❝ One day I’m gonna get out of this fucking town, ❞ Jules said, bringing the side of her hand to her mouth to lick off the drops of melted ice cream. She should have gotten a bowl, considering she was having a conversation- but who in their right mind wouldn’t prefer a waffle cone? ❝ I’m gonna hitch hike, I think. Down to the sandy beaches of Florida. ❞
How many times had she daydreamed about Florida? About as many times as her sister warned her about hitchhikers who hadn’t made it to their destination, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Nothing was going to stop her. One day, she was going to make it there. She’d sunbathe and collect little pieces of sea glass in the day and make little crafts to sell at night- making just enough money to keep the cycle going.
❝ I think I’ll like, fuckin’ explode if I don’t. ❞
But instead, she was stuck in this shitty small town where the most exciting thing to do was play the same three or four arcade games that were losing their thrill. In fact, this whole town seemed to be losing its flavor. Any excitement had dulled into another shade of beige.
❝ What about you? Don’t you wanna leave? ❞
nimble fingers press on tightened guitar strings and strum, trying to find the outlier. tuning by ear was something nick prided himself on, even if it made him look like a pretentious prick. truth be told, the anxiety of leaving his mother and sisters behind preluded any desire he had of escape.
yes, he wanted his music to take off, yes he wanted to be able to pay bills, but despite the shortcomings of a financially unstable home, it was still home. they needed him. a more pressing matter, what if he came back while nick was gone? not that he didn’t trust his mom’s judgement, but when it came to his father . . . she melted like putty.
rather than disclose any of this, nick barricades himself down, like always, brows drawing together. “ why florida? it’s hot. it’s sticky. there’s alligators and snakes and giant roaches and shit. ”
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