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ziggyonthewire​:

He couldn’t tell if he liked Roswell or not, however he did have the advantage of having lived in a state with similar weather patterns, so Ziggy wasn’t too put off by the fact that it was November and it was nearly 80 degrees.  Admittedly, he was loitering outside of the Crash Down, smoking a cigarette and trying to figure out if it would be worth it to try to get a job while he was here, when his slouched position caused him to trip someone a little.  While it was technically his fault, he opted to roll his eyes anyway.

“Sorry - do you know if anywhere good is hiring?”

@roswellstarters​

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Violet babbles unendingly from her perch on his hip, chubby hands smacking against his chest in her exuberance. Apparently her babysitter was magic, and also sparkly; why couldn’t she be sparkly all the time too? Marion could agree with the second point; though he was pretty sure the ever present glitter that seemed to cover the kid’s form was more because he seemed to be as obsessed with the substance as the children he took care of; every art project Vi had proudly brought home was covered in various shades of shiny dust. 

His attention focussed on his daughter, he doesn’t see the guy leaning against the wall until it’s too late. His feet stumble a bit and hard learned reflexes kick in, keeping them upright, thankfully. Violet stares at the stranger, little eyes narrowed as suspiciously as a toddler can manage. The random question has him frown a bit, before shrugging.

“I mean, probably check craigslist or something? There isn’t much though, or there wasn’t when we first got here, anyways. The library at the high school is still looking for a second body, but besides that, this time of year? Everything is going to be like, seasonal shit, for the holidays.” 

#marionxziggy #ch;marion

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˙ ˖ * ✶ — ›  open starter ( @roswellstarters​

“ y’all need a little help with that ?? “ she twirled the lollipop – cranberry flavor -- over the end of her tongue that was now stained bright red , standing from her seat in the corner of lunar laundromat and tapping doc marten boots across linoleum . the washer had jammed , AGAIN , and as much as she disliked helping out customers laika guessed it was her job to . rolling her eyes so hard she could’ve sworn she saw the front of her brain , she leaned over and punched scruffily-manicured nails against the machine . “ needs a kick , “ she explained , turning on her heels , a face like thunder , “ don’t you have a dryer at home ?? “

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The stupid machine was supposed to be almost done, but had apparently been sitting and uselessly flashing an error code for the last half an hour; meaning Marion was going to be waiting even longer on these clothes, and late picking up Vi from the babysitter. He hadn’t even wanted to be out doing laundry on a Saturday night, but their not extensive wardrobes meant that if laundry day was skipped, they were gonna be running around town wearing bedsheets. The malfunctioning dryer meant that he also had a lovely late fee to pay the sitter tonight, which wasn’t exactly in his budget at the moment. The utterly disinterested looking attendant thankfully comes over before he can try to figure it out himself and possibly break it even more- he’s not the best with machines.

“It um, it was supposed to be done in a few minutes, but I just checked it and everything is still wet,” he explains helplessly, dragging a hand through stress-mussed hair. 

“If I could afford a place with laundry machines I really wouldn’t be here right now? No offense or anything. This is all my budget can handle at the moment.” He didn’t make great money working for the school, but it was enough that in a few months he could have enough saved to move him and Violet to a nicer place, maybe get some furniture that didn’t come from craigslist...

#marionxlaika #ch;marion

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Hi all, this is my baby, my son, and the light of my life, marion! I’ll be flip flopping between him and leo all day so hit me up on either boy for plotting and the like!

#roswellooc

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Intro; Marion.

❛ ☆ › landon liboiron & he/him male ‷ watch out , marion black has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 27 years old and celebrate their birthday on november 28th . they are from almira, WA, have lived in roswell for 2 years, and are currently working as a librarian at roswell high. one thing you should know about them is he has a two year old daughter named violet!

CHILDHOOD

Marion Black was born to perfectly bland parents, in the perfectly bland small town of Almira, Washington (pop. 217). Growing up surrounded by more trees than children, Marion was always a pretty lonesome child, with a tendency to latch on to anyone who was kind and stuck around for more then a few weeks. A tendency that would follow him into adulthood. Almira being the small town it was, meant that everyone knew everyone's business. So when word got around that Marion's father hadn't come home from his current worksite in a few months, it was no big surprise. Teachers would stop Marion in the halls at school as ask after his parents with thinly veiled glee, eager to glean some exclusive gossip straight from the source.

But Marion knew about as much as anyone else did, and was no help to the local gossipers. His dad was just... gone, and his mother was a wreck because of it. By the time everyone had kind of accepted that Marion's father was gone for good, Marion had become largely self sufficient in hopes of relieving the burden of raising him from his mother. He picked up shifts at the local diner and tutored on weekends to make sure the lights stayed on and there was food in the house, and later to pay for the many prescriptions the doctors put his mother on; not that they seemed to do much.

PAST (TRIGGERS: PREGNANCY, BABIES, ABUSE, SELF HARM MENTION, CHILD ENDANGERMENT, KIDNAPPING)

When Marion was 25, he met a girl. She'd come bursting into the diner one night just before close, yelling wildly into her phone and very much pregnant. There was more life in her than he'd witnessed in his entire life, and he was half way in love before he even poured her tea. By some stroke of luck, Marion managed to talk to her and got her number. There was never really a friendship between the two; instead they jumped headfirst into a serious relationship. She had just moved to Almira, and Marion was quick to offer her the spare room in his apartment. His mother was hardly coherent enough to butt in and knock some sense in her son, and the locals were too greedy for drama to maybe let him know that generally speaking, you don't move in with someone before you even go on a date. He wouldn't have listened though, too blinded by first love. They moved in together and life was like a movie; they ate breakfast in bed, and danced in the kitchen, and went on silly dates into the surrounding forest to skinny dip and scream at the moon. The only real dark spot in their relationship was the baby. She flat out refused to talk about it, or even really acknowledge that there was a baby at all. Marion, in all his wild googling, had read about post partum depression, and how it could sometimes present during the actual pregnancy, and figured her indifference was not unusual. He took the lead with anything regarding the baby, prepping their apartment and making doctor's appointments, and dragging her to said doctor's appointments. He made potential baby name lists, and spent a weekend converting their walk in closet into a nursery, and when the baby was finally born, he was the first to hold her (the only one willing to hold her). After Violet was born, there was a direct change in their relationship. Everything Marion did was suddenly annoying, or stupid, or insulting. Violet was a serene infant, hardly ever crying, but any noise from her seemed to set off her mother. Marion kept the two apart as much as he could, still chalking her personality change up to post partum. He'd tried to talk to her about possibly seeing a therapist about it, but that had only resulted in a huge fight; her yelling and slamming doors, him trying to calm her down while avoiding whatever she could get her hands on to throw. She accuses him of awful, entirely fabricating things, says she'll kill herself if he keeps treating her this way. Marion didn't mention therapy again. As the years went by, Marion was forced to accept that the drastic change in his girlfriend's personality was nothing to do with post partum depression, and everything to do with her just being a bad person. Things he'd seen as endearing when they first got together he looked back on and saw them for the red flags they were. Her possessiveness wasn't so amusing when he was being accused of fucking the woman who babysat Violet every so often. Her impulsivity wasn't so thrilling when she disappeared for days at a time to party with friends he wasn't allowed to meet. The longer he stayed, the more trapped he became, and the more comfortable she got with her treatment of them. Marion learned to sense her moods, hiding Violet away if he had the chance to. He would have left ages ago ( he tells himself he would have left, anyways) if not for Violet. Despite her complete lack of interest or affection for her daughter, she never hesitated to use the toddler against him. He had no legal claim to Violet, after all. So what if he was her sole provider, and the girl hardly even recognized her mother? He's working a late shift at the diner, Violet at the neighbor's house, when he gets a call from the neighbor. She's frantic, but he finally gets out of her that Violet's mother is at the front door screaming and trying to break in. When he gets there she's just bashed in a window. Anyone on their street can hear the commotion, hear the screaming baby, but no one so much as investigates. It takes him what seems like hours but is only actually about 15 minutes to defuse the situation, leaving the neighbors with his meagre tips from that night's shift and a promise to never involve thme in his drama again. He packs a couple of bags in the middle of the nights and grabs Violet and the cash from the oatmeal canister on his way out the door. Fuck legality, he's not letting the shittiness of his life ruin his daughter.

PRESENT

So now technically a kidnapper and criminal, Marion picked the most random place he could think of to settle down and build a new life for him and Violet. He changed their names, spent a good chunk of their emergency money on new papers for them, and the tiny family of two settled down in Roswell. He took the first job that was willing to take him, set Violet up with a puppyish nanny, and now does his best to ignore the previos two years. As far as anyone in Roswell is aware, Violet's mother died recently and that was why they moved.

OOC:

this got long af i’m sorry!! I’ve just had him for so long that i tend to go on and on abt him. but yeah, so hit me up for any plots or connections, I’m open to anything with my sad boy!

#roswellintro #intro;marion

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MILO VENTIMIGLIA for Variety’s Actors on Actors (2019), ph. Shayan Asgharnia

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights #im just.... so fucking gone #whoa

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@xbaebsae ❤️ I can not get over the fact that his hair is moving

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights #the tags of this post say that he reminds the op of peter petrelli and if that isnt some fucking irony lmao

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you don’t understand. you don’t believe. you don’t care —

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights

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Hold on, did I just see ROBERT SHEEHAN?! No, sorry, that was actually KLAUS HARGREEVES, but they can get that a lot! You might know HIM as a/an CANON from THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY. They are 18 years old and have been living in Los Angeles for ONE DAY, and DO remember their old life up until SEEING BEN’S GHOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. Here in the city of dreams, they are a PSYCHIC and when one thinks of them, they think of SPLIT LIPS AND SMUDGED EYELINER, LOCKED DOORS AND CHILLING CORPSES, 80’S SYNTH POP, BARE FEET AND DISAPPROVING FAMILY. I guess you never know who you’ll run into in Los Angeles!

Name: Klaus Hargreeves

Media: The Umbrella Academy

Age: 18

Canon Status: Alive

Personality: Loud, expressive,  not-quite-broken-yet. Currently in the ‘any attention is better than no attention’ phase, and not leaving it anytime soon lmao. Always high. Literally always. Like if Stefon from Weekend Update from SNL was 1000x more tragic, a decade younger, and had cool magic ghost seeing powers.

Bio: So this Klaus is fresh after realizing Ben is dead, whisked off to an alternate world before even being able to fully process (not that that ever actually happens in canon lmfao). I suck at bios here’s his wikipage lmao.

Other: I have never read the comics. I have read the comics’ wikipage, but that’s it. So like, plotwise if you want to reference something from the comics just know that I am enthusiastic, if undereducated! (what it should say on my resume lmao)

#angeles:intro #klaus; spoopy boi #klaus; intro #really dating myself with that stefon reference lmao

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Evan Hansen- An Aesthetic

#evan; i just think trees are neat

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Milo Ventimiglia  ↳ Sky : Chosen Interview

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights #further proof that when i get a fc right #i get a fc really fucking right

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“A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.”

— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects.

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights

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#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights #blood tw #hoooooly shit

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hxslamb‌:

– & She definitely needed something stronger than beer. A hand is already up the second he sits down, gesturing for a round again; offering a brief ‘whiskey straight’ when the waitress walked by. “Stop that.” Irene offers with a shift in her seat, scooching away from him though it isn’t all that possible, only a small amount of distance being offered between them. God, she hasn’t been this close to him since he carved wrath into her skin. The beer that’s already begun to dwell in her system is not helping the fact that his eyes are even BLUER in this lightening than normal. “We ain’t friends, John.” What were they now, anyways? Back in Hope County they were nothing short of enemies, but things had changed. Joseph saw to that, he made sure everything changed. His words echoed in her head even now. LA was supposed to be a fresh start, it wasn’t.

Jaw tightens as the eldest Seed is mentioned, brief glance cast in Johns direction as if to silently confirm his statement. Of course she’d found Jacob. Tracking was half the fun. Irene’s almost throwing herself at the waitress in thanks of harder alcohol the mere second it arrives, taking a large swig before finding her voice once more. “Nothing about your family blends in, you know that as well as I do.” By all accounts she should have left her booth, threatened him even. Hell, could have left the bar and just gone back home. But for once, there’s a part of her that just wants everything to stop. If she sits here with John and gets drunk as a skunk, maybe just maybe she can forget how twisted their past is and maybe she can end up at home and forget this whole night. Forget this whole month, maybe. “Why is a pastor in a bar with a police officer who killed him?”

She doesn’t leave. Further confirmation that this new path they were all on- him, Faith, Jacob, even their Deputy- would surely prove more fruitful than the last. No one could accuse John Seed of being naive; that had been beaten out of him decades ago. He knew that he wasn’t going to convert the Deputy, just as she knew that she wasn’t going to save someone who didn’t want saving. For either of them to assume that they could change the other would be an insult.

“Oh, we’re kind of friends, aren’t we Deputy?” he drawls, letting the syllables of her title linger in the air. “You did far more damage to my people then I ever did yours, but I found it within myself to forgive you. Isn’t that friendship?” As one who had never had friends besides his brothers, and later Faith, the concept was a little shaky. Between his parents’ lessons, and his peers lacking interest in befriending the weird rich kid, opportunities were few and far between.

“You would be surprised at how well we can blend in,” he states simply, watching her throw back the alcohol with lazy interest. They had slowly and steadily built a nearly untouchable series of bunkers and compounds, you couldn’t just do that without some skill at subtlety, after all. 

“Maybe I’m looking to turn over a new leaf, see the error of my ways. Or maybe, maybe I came to report a crime! A kitten stuck in a tree, a puppy down a well, whatever kinds of things you take care of these days.” John rests his chin on his hand, not bothering to disguise the lingering look he gives her form. “Or maybe, I needed a drink, too. You’re not the only one with issues, Deputy...” before waving down the waitress once more, uncaring of the annoyed look the girl shoots him for making her walk all the way back to them.

#John; chapters and verses #my deputy #idk if the seeds actually... drink? i couldnt find if they did or not anyways #so if they don't pretend its like #white milk #skim- because he's a monster

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“He was just a child when our family was torn apart.”

#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights #stunning

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hxslamb‌:

– & When one finds themselves in the face of literal chaos, dangerous and destruction, one finds the nearest bar humanly possible with the intent of getting drunk and forgetting everything that’s happened in the last two weeks. Which is exactly what Irene is in the process of doing, sitting in one of the small leather booths, on her third beer. Her prior interactions with Faith and John had certainly messed with her head but everything was relatively fine until she got wind of someone else making their way to LA; and while she’d originally thought that confronting him would be a good idea. Guess what, it fucking wasn’t. Never EVER, confront Jacob Seed.

 Her mind was an absolute mess as of right now. Swimming in flashes of blood, guns popping off and the echo of DEVASTATION. The constant reminder that Joseph had been right was perched atop the head of every Seed, and each time she saw them that’s all she thought about. Despite all the fighting, despite thinking he was insane he had been right. Which meant that the other Seeds were in the right for everything they did, and that’s not a fact that Irene’s mind can cope with. Hence the drinking and stuffing her face with bar fries, gaze briefly studying those in the bar before falling back to her basket; ignoring the onset of footsteps approaching. She already knew who it was.

@gentle-melancholy​​

“Ephesians 5:18- Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit. But I suppose french fries will do in a pinch.” It’s said in joyful tone, the large brunette sliding easily into the seat beside the Deputy. “Rough day, my friend?” It could almost sound sincere, if you didn’t know the man speaking. Unasking, John helps himself to one of her fries, poking her with it pesteringly before popping it into his mouth.

“You look distressed. I assume you’ve also recently discovered my eldest brother’s presence in town?” Jacob’s showing up in L.A. had certainly shaken John, but it had also swayed him more to Faith’s theory; that they hadn’t died after all, and this was just a new part of their chosen Path. Begrudging (and occasionally fawning, so sue him) respect for the Deputy aside, she couldn’t feasibly mow through all of his siblings in such a short amount of time. “And you thought my profession was surprising... I guess he is more willing to blend in here.” 

#John; chapters and verses #we're not so different you and i

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#john; chapters and verses #queue the lights

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a deleted scene from the cleansing

#John; chapters and verses #john; crack