What are your top ten favorite scenes in Avatar the Last Airbender?
Thank you so much for the ask!!! Oh my god. This so hard, I've never thought of individual scenes as top favorites but I've tried my best and narrowed it down I think?
Katara v Pakku 'You can't knock me down!': So I watched Avatar when it was first airing as a kid, there weren't many dark-skinned main characters around, especially not girls who fight and certainly not against sexist men who try to stop people from learning. So when I saw this scene, I was at the edge of my seat, it taught me a lot about bravery and I still cheer and clap for Katara when I re-watch the fight.
Sokka throughout The Fortuneteller: I'm an atheist and people didn't exactly take kindly to that when I was a kid & I was infamous as the 'weird kid who probably has no morals'. So seeing Sokka outwardly express skepticism about the spirits & 'higher powers' was very comforting.
Sokka inventing the air balloon solution: I think it was one of the first scenes where I really started liking Sokka. The thing about hot air actually made me read my school textbooks & google stuff to figure out how air currents work, so that helped me with a few science classes about molecules.
Aang in The Storm: It was one of our first glimpses into how he felt about running away, the guilt, the sadness, the pain of being the last of your people with no one to turn to and thinking its all your fault.
Toph fighting the Earth Rumble goons when Aang & her dad are watching: The way she moves is so freaking cool!!! It was her showing exactly how capable she is, she isn't kidding when she says she's the world's best earthbender because yeah, who the heck else could do what she does???
Hama's flashback: Once again I watched this show as a kid, so this was the first time i got confronted with the fact that there will never be a 'perfectly good' or 'perfectly bad' side. People are complicated & I understand what pushed Hama to do what she did but that doesn't excuse it so in that vein;
Katara sucking the water out of the field to fight Hama: It's just badass even if it is angsty.
Aang pulling Ozai down by his beard and encasing him in rock: I mean-- like that is just objectively cool and very embarrassing for the 40-something year old guy. Aang was in top form.
Zuko in the bunker with Ozai: I don't watch too many new cartoons but I don't think any show has ever so explicitly called out the abuser and made sure the abuser is acknowledged as unforgivable. It really put into light for me a lot of things about child-parent relationships, what its supposed to be (forever angry at Boku No Hero Academia for using their Zuko-based character to forgive and redeem his abuser, lf you don't know anything about BNHA this means nothing to you jbcfjhbh sorry).
Yuekka last kiss: They're the ship that first introduced me to tragic romances,. My heart was broken and I kept waiting the entire 3 seasons down to the last episode for Yue to make a return and say "hey guys! so I'm a spirit I'm alive!". I still like it because idk I love angst a lot and the whole story of a princess finding glimpses of freedom in a boy who's traveled the world and yearning for it gets to me.
I'm not remembering other scenes that may have had more impact on me just yet, but a few honorable mentions; Ran and Shao's dance(I LOVE DRAGONS 100/10 they make everything better always), Zuko in the Cooler, Sokka and the cactus juice, Aang's anxiety episode.
Thank you again for asking! This was so fun to do~~
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Maybe I don't wanna be a lawyer anymore :/
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It's so easy to forgive what someone said to you but it's so difficult to forgive what they say about the people you love the most...
So make sure you don't say anything wrong about someone in front of their loved ones because they might eventually forgive but they would never ever forget.
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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 here and do i have the tea for you . ariana is back on campus , which is surprising considering the threatening note i left them . yes , i know all about how despite outward appearances , her family isn’t as picture perfect as they may seem because of their pride . imagine the tabloids and how the klein family would feel for such information to come out , not to mention the reputation of delta because of their actions . at this rate , she is better off staying put in beverly hills , california and living off that $625m family net worth . what’s the point in studying applied economics and management with plans to take over her mother’s abandoned executive position at her family’s company , is it worth it with what i know ? anyways , they may want to continue to be genteel & cosmopolitan because the disingenuous & acrimonious attributes make me want to spill . ( ryan destiny , remy , eastern ) .
hi angels ! i decided to update ariana’s intro since i was giving christian a mini update , but for the most part , everything is still the same with her ! the only things that have changed majorly is changing her last name from malabanan to klein , a middle name change , and updates to her family’s history in politics . as for everything else , it remains the same , but i knew it was going to be a headache to change in html , which is why i decided to make a new post instead ! now , though , if you click the names of her family members , you’ll be redirected to images of their chosen faceclaims !
full name : ariana stephanie klein .
nickname(s) : ari , mainly .
birthday / age : august 30th , 1998 / 21 .
zodiac : virgo .
pronouns : she / her / hers .
gender : cisfemale .
sexual orientation : bisexual .
romantic orientation : biromantic .
height : 5′5″ ( five foot , five inches ) .
hometown : knightsbridge , london , united kingdom .
current location : beverly hills , california .
nationality : british - american .
ethnicity : african - american and unspecified biracial .
languages spoken : english , spanish , and french ( college - course level ) .
daniel klein is the son of political giant nathaniel klein and non - profit founder yvonne klein . nathaniel had been the first in his family to go off to college , and he specifically went off to law school in order to become a politician in order to help those in his town who weren’t as well off as he had been while growing up . nathaniel had only ever wanted to do great things , and when he was only 28 , he was elected as major of his small town in georgia by a landslide over his republican ( 🤢 ) opponent . although there was public support for him to run for a second term , nathaniel had had daniel and his younger sister kimberly , so he decided that it was high time for him to become governor . although nathaniel lost the election , he didn’t let that stop him , and decided that he would run for congress . he campaigned hard and gained a cluster of supporters , and in his 30s , he became a congressman .
a couple of decades passed , and daniel found himself graduating from law school at the prestigious columbia university . he followed in the footsteps of his father , but initially pursued a career in law before officially making the switch to politics . during his time in new york city , daniel meets his future wife , wild child of a multi - billionaire named celeste duvernay . celeste had literally come barreling into his life when daniel went out to celebrate his first job at a famous law office when celeste comes stumbling out of the bathroom with a short veil and tight white dress on , celebrating getting free drinks for pretending that she was having her bachelorette party with her friends .
made up of messy brown curls and the liquid courage of champagne while dancing on tables , celeste was the youngest daughter of a billionaire family that wanted to enjoy her twenties despite the pressure from her parents . she was determined to live her own life , and even though she was getting what she deemed a useless degree in business administration , that didn’t stop celeste from living her life to the fullest . she spent summers on yachts off the tropical island or would splurge in neiman marcus simply because her professor told her one of her papers wasn’t good enough . while she was in college , celeste was a kappa , and it fit the blonde well considering that she was rich , spoiled , and made sure that everyone around her was fully aware that she was getting dropped off at school in a rolls - royce and never ( absolutely refused ) to eat dining hall food .
their relationship was a bit of a whirlwind , and they eventually eloped in a simple wedding on the beach in bali the summer after celeste’s graduation . little did the couple know , is that at the time , celeste was pregnant with their first baby and eldest daughter naomi . celeste decides to be a stay at home mom while daniel moves through the ranks at the prestigious law firm moving from summer associate to senior associate , but daniel knew his ultimate goal was to be congressman . a few more years pass , a second baby named dominic is soon born , the family has made the cross country move to california , and daniel is running for congressman of california .
the family settled into a gorgeous home on sunset boulevard .
after running for congress twice and getting beat by a landslide the first time around , daniel is elected as governor and celeste begrudgingly becomes thrust into the public eye and is under constant scrutiny . the kleins are newcomers to the world of politics in this sense , as they’re no longer skirting around the edges and waiting to have their chance at all the glory . marriage and children had calmed celeste’s wild ways , but when she was twenty - nine and their last daughter , a bright eyed baby they named ariana was brought into the picture , everything changed for the worst .
to naomi and dominic , celese was a wonderful mother . she baked cookies , they hung out by the pool , she helped them with their homework , but as little ariana grew up , she was not the apple of her mother’s eye . the first strike against her was the fact that she was born via c - section due to a complicated pregnancy , leaving her mother with an ugly scar that remains to this day . she was born in knightsbridge while the family was on vacation , actually coming two months before she was due . celeste was annoyed with being stuck in knightsbridge as she waited for her daughter to grow stronger , and that was the second strike against the innocent child . being in the public eye because of her husband’s job made celeste quite conscious of all things appearance , and made sure that she and her children never left the house with a hair out of place or a shirt untucked . naomi , the golden child to her mother , immediately began participating in beauty pageants while dominic followed his calling and focused on academia like the men before him .
little ariana liked to play , and she liked to play hard . she wanted to play soccer in the rain with the other neighborhood kids and roll down grassy hills until her skin was itchy , but her mother ? she wasn’t having any of that . ari was going to be prim , proper – her back would be so straight a ruler would be jealous , and those soccer cleats her father bought her were thrown into the trash and replaced with ballet slippers . for years , ariana was no longer the only klein kid who played with the others in the neighborhood , and she now had a strict schedule of working out , school , ballet , and studying at the tender age of thirteen . when her freshman year starts , though , ariana abandons her mother’s dream and trades the ballet slippers for a pair of cheerleading pom - poms . with her infectious personality and warm smile , it’s no surprise that ariana makes the coveted harvard - westlake cheerleading team .
and while most mothers would be proud of their daughter’s accomplishment , celeste was more focused on her daughter’s appearance than anything else . EATING DISORDER TW BEGINS she limits what she could and couldn’t eat , often making snide remarks when ariana says how much she’s craving her favorite cheeseburger from shake shack or how she had a bit of cheesecake after dinner . celeste wakes her daughter up at five in the morning with a hellish personal trainer that makes her run their expansive neighborhood until her lungs are tight and she’s gasping for air . breakfast is smoothies , lunch is only soup , and even then all the good things that ariana craves have been taken out . she has to be skinny – she has to make her mother proud .
the lack of food during the day leads to binging in the night , tip - toeing to the kitchen with the aid of the housekeeper , who kept a hidden stash in a cabinet her mother never dared to open . binges turn to regret , tear stained cheeks and the horrid sound of ariana hunched over the toilet as she begs to be forgiven for the disappointment she would bring to her mother . it all comes to a head during ariana’s junior year , when she’s gained an ounce of her mother’s affection and dark circles that are hidden beneath luxury concealer , and it’s the annual homecoming football game . dinner consisted of four baby carrots and a bottle of water , and right as ariana is lifted into the air to perform a basket toss , she’s falling – and she lands on the unforgiving ground with a sneer on celeste’s face as she watches behind saint laurent sunglasses .
ariana goes to the hospital and is diagnosed with bulimia , a word that clouds her in a cloak of embarrassment and springs tears in her father’s eyes . celeste is uncaring , picking at her hundred dollar manicure instead of caring for the daughter she allegedly loved so much – at least , that’s what she said when she spoke to the media . ariana is pulled from harvard - westlake , sadly for her senior year , and begins the slow process of healing . her relationship with food becomes healthy again , and she cries when she has cheesecake , her favorite thing in the world , when she returns home . TW ENDS
she makes the decision to head off to college , putting all of her eggs into one basket when she only applies to hollingsworth university . she’s desperate to get from under her mother’s criticizing eye , and to finally be her own person . during freshman year , ariana pledges kappa in hopes that she’d make a dent in her tainted relationship with her mother , but nothing ever seems to work in her favor . she makes it through rush week and becomes a pledge for the society , bouncing on the balls of her feet when she’s chosen on bid day . all goes well until it’s time for a little bit of hazing , but ariana finds herself with the short end of the stick . she has to clean longer , take one more shot , staying awake an extra hour while the other pledges have gone to bed , and being utterly humiliated when her kappa sisters discover that she had an innocent crush on a boy from sigma who had been dating kappa’s vice president at that time .
ariana drops out of kappa and goes the rest of the semester stewing in her upset over the pure humiliation she was forced to endure . when the spring semester rolls around , ariana still carries that torch as she steps into the delta house looking for a fresh start , and it’s the society where she remains today . she’s in the college of business and is also a cheerleader , even though most would assume it harbors too heavy feelings , but her constant work in therapy has helped her regain her love for the sport again .
when it comes to ariana’s personality , she’s something of a spitfire . she’s not afraid of confrontation and she can be extremely petty at times . for her positive traits genteel and cosmopolitan , ariana is respectable when she needs to be ( like attending galas with her family or when she debuted at the debutante ball in new york city ) and since her family traveled as well as met dignitaries around the world a lot thanks to her father’s career , ariana is quite sophisticated and she carries herself as such . as for her negative traits disingenuous and acrimonious , it simply means that she will fake the funk sometimes in order to get something she wants . her disingenuous ways especially shows when she’s being petty , and she’ll pretend to not know the full story to either a . confront the other person with the facts or b . gather up as much information as she possibly can . as for being acrimonious , it means that ari is bitter as hell , especially when talking about kappa .
secret .
when it comes to her secret about her family , the klein’s are similar to the kennedy’s in the sense that they’re the ‘ perfect ’ family with no issues , but only on the surface . in reality , celeste leaves daniel frequently and jets off on exotic excursions with billionaires she just met , attempting to get what she thinks she lost because of marriage and children . dominic , despite holding a high position at his maternal grandfather’s company , has developed a drug addiction he believes no one has noticed . as for naomi , she’s notorious for never marrying any of the women that she’s dated in the past , and also works for their grandfather . despite that , friends and extended family of the kleins always get the perfect holiday cards when the season rolls around and they’re always written as ‘ family goals ’ on instagram and twitter .
short headcanons .
ariana lives off - campus and in a gorgeous apartment .
she drives a black porsche panamera , but originally wanted a cherry red ferrari , and threw a minor fit when her dad said no . he eventually gifted one to her as an early christmas gift .
her style is all over the place . one day she’ll be wearing all black with a leather jacket , another day she’s dressed like a carbon copy of outfits on pinterest , and on another she’s wearing high heels and a midi - skirt . there’s no in between for her , but you better believe that everything is designer , even down to her hair accessories .
she’s most comfortable in her home , and there’s a chance that when she’s home she’s blaring music . she’ll be in a giant shirt with her hair tugged up in a top knot .
her favorite food is a shackburger with cheese fries and a creamsicle float . she is absolutely obsessed with cheesecake in any and all forms .
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OC INFORMATION:
What’s your name? Caitlin
Preferred pronouns: She/her
Timezone: London – GMT?
IC INFORMATION:
Character Name: Lily Evans Potter
What’s a hobby or pastime that your character enjoys?
Gardening when the London weather permits, sparking chaos in a kitchen after a long day of working, creating a big Sunday Roast for James and her friends, whoever stops by. Playing piano – a methodical being, her nimble fingers pour over the classics whenever she sees fit. Reading – missing academia, Lily pours over biographies, historical texts, and commentaries to keep her brain’s electric waves sparking ideas left and right. She reads aloud to her growing baby bump, and each time the unborn child kicks or moves, she yells to James down the hall that the little one is a big fan of the day’s topic.
Driving a Muggle Car out in the countryside of England, over the mud pie winding roads through farms and prairies. She knows how to operate a car, despite her husband’s unyielding curiosity for Muggle machinery. Although she wasn’t a prankster in school, Lily has evolved into an amateur meddler, from placing James’s invisibility cloak over his glasses to tricking the Marauders – call it karma for those years of tomfoolery. She’s a collector, as well. She finds stories in antique items from Saturday markets, and convinces James these kitschy tea sets are necessary to bring into their tiny home, damn it!
Do you have any preferred ships or anti-ships?
Lily and James are the constant symbol of sacrificial love in the series, tried and true. I do see her having a conflicting hatred / fondness for Severus – whether that could’ve been a romantic affliction way back when, despite their complicated history, as much as she loathes him he’s always stuck in the back of her mind - unable to pinpoint why she has any ounce of care left for him.
What do you think your character’s Boggart would be? If their greatest fear isn’t something that could easily take a solid form, what is it? Why?
Lily’s boggart has changed over the years. When practicing in school, she saw the terror of failure, and losing her family. But as she’s grown and evolved, and the weight of the world grew far more tangible, Lily now envisions her boggart as the death of those she could’ve been able to save. Her unborn child, James, her parents. Her parents. This was her nightmare, and after the murder of the Evans couple, she felt her dread, paranoia, sorrows escalate to a hovering beast she struggled to tame, and the beast knew it could conquer her if it dug deep enough into her fears.
What’s your character’s biggest pet peeve?
Injustice. Blood snobbery. Lily is stubborn, herself, but she loathes when people are too shut down to listen to any idea other than their own (sometimes she can be quite hypocritical with this). Low blows.
What would you consider to be an eccentricity of your character?
She speaks a mile-a-minute when she’s flustered, or has an important thought. She’s too fearless, at times, when it comes to her Order Missions. She’s tough- relentless, even, quite pregnant and yet snapping at others if they don’t do their duty. She’s too passionate, especially lately seizing the day as the stakes continue to climb and rack her brain.
What is/was your character’s favorite subject in school? Why?
There were times when Lily was bullied for being too bookish. She’s proud of this attribute, however; the only subject she didn’t fully appreciate was Muggle Studies – she’d grown up around this subject, although she liked to see the wizarding world’s take on her world’s events. Her favourite subject was hard to pinpoint. From potion concocting to Transfiguration, Lily was in awe of the possibilities that magic provided. So be it, she was a nerd. And she loved every second of it.
What time of day is your character’s favorite? What time of year?
Time of day: Early morning, when the fog hasn’t yet cleared, Lily walks around the small cobblestone streets of her village just to see the magic as the light greets the sleepy thatched roof buildings and the dewy grass. She greets the same old Saturday market vendors as they set up their stalls, she welcomes the day in a moment of calmness before she has to apparate into the gritty city streets, clustered and loud.
Equally, she loves the evening, crammed into a pub with her loved ones, cozied up next to a log fire and playing a heated game of cards or dancing with the girls as the boys shove and laugh to the soundtrack of the acoustic band playing in the corner.
Time of year: Spring. Perhaps it’s due to her floral nature, but watching the blooming petals sprout up from the cool earth, going to parks, rowing down rivers, spending more time outdoors. Lily finds that the best things happen in spring. English people turn more social, she sees smiles in commuters. The world expands for possibility and adventure.
What’s your character’s Patronus? If they can’t conjure one, what would it be if they could? Why?
A doe. A female deer. Her happiest memory is of her wedding day, seeing the way James looked at her down the aisle, surrounded by friends, proud parents, even Dumbledore and McGonagall. Or, the moment she realised she fell in love with the one boy she never expected. Feeling her baby’s heart run wild against her stomach in the quiet of an evening, when the windows are sealed and the doors locked. Her happiest memories abound, it isn’t difficult for her to conjure her Patronus.
What is your character’s biggest vice (bad habit or immoral craving)?
Lily’s terrible at poker faces. If she’s annoyed or upset, amused in an inappropriate moment, it’s quite easy to see on her fair features.
Sometimes, she dreams about revenge. For such a good, upstanding witch, wife, Auror, the more she thinks about the brutal wrongdoings, the more she feels like she could turn to aggression in a way she’s never supported before. This creates a dilemma for her psyche, for a girl who’s never believed in an eye for an eye.
Is your character an introvert or extrovert? How well do they handle social situations?
Not nearly as extroverted as her husband, Lily finds herself happily in the middle. She’s an incredibly kind witch to nearly everyone she meets, but the more she’s seen with her career as the war escalates, the more she doesn’t feel the need to hand out unnecessary information about herself to strangers. However, she is witty, clever, full of banter when need be and not above using the power of language and persuasion to get what she needs.
What is your character’s diet like? What’s his or her favorite food?
Since the start of her pregnancy, Lily’s eating habits abound. She has no shame in ordering the oddest combinations, from midnight kebab pickle and ice cream cravings to pumpkin pasties for breakfast. The redhead appreciates farm-to-table cooking, and the Potters’ small but significant garden is home to tomatoes, potatoes, root vegetables, cabbage and more. Cooking calms her, especially without the use of a wand. Being able to sprout life from her fingertips and hard work in tune with the earth is rewarding to her – and so she indulges in her food when she can. She has a huge fondness for firewhiskey and red wine, and longs for the day when she can treat herself to a few glasses by her fireplace once Baby Potter is in the world.
How do you think your character’s psychological issues have manifested and changed your character up to this point?
Discovering she was a witch hit her like a lake of cold water. It started when she was young, and whenever she and her sister, Tuney, would play outdoors, a freak event would occur that would send Tuney running away. Her parents thought she could’ve been ill. Her grandmother thought she could’ve been possessed. But once she received her Hogwarts letter, and what seemed to be a legendary phenomenon turned into her reality, everything that Lily knew to be true had to turn upside down. Thrust into a hidden realm of possibility, Lily was forced at a young age to trust herself, trust Severus, and support the other underdogs of the universe.
As she grew into adulthood, and as she continued to fight for the righteousness, the very idea that such a horror as Voldemort existed tested her. Targeting her kind. As more of her comrades and colleagues perished, disappeared, suffered, she had to diminish Voldemort’s powerful reputation into being a mere soul who she couldn’t fear. Not when she had so much to lose, and so much to gain in his demise. In the back of her mind, she’d spent years contemplating her value as not only a young woman, but a witch. When Severus turned on her, calling her that unforgivable name, she knew she had to turn into a vigilante alongside the other radicals who sought for a permanent change in prejudice. No turning back. If she had one goal, was to show other Muggleborns that they weren’t victims - they have been gifted with the opportunity to make their lives significant.
Give us a headcanon for your character. Anything is acceptable:
Lily volunteers at her village shelter regularly, secretly charming blankets to be permanently warm for the homeless. She’s managed to know many of them, sharing stories, laughs, a hot meal. She’s already volunteered to sign up her child to help whenever they’re old enough. Even in school, Lily was incredibly involved in community services within the magical realm.
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That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fanfiction 2/?
A/N: I am so humbled by the amount of love the first part of this new Spencer x Reader story has received. I do not own any characters, lyrics or images. xoxo Stu
***Update: I wanted to apologize with the chronological error I originally made in a paragraph about Hotch. It had Haley and Jack in Witness Protection too soon. A genuine thank you to everyone for not being judgemental about it, it has been fixed! xoxo Stu***
Inspiration: Katy Perry’s ‘The One That Got Away’ and Darlin’ Companion sung by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash
Setting: Season 4 Rating: Teen Warnings: Grief, Teen Angst, Bad Kissing
Spencer Reid had held Y/N until she had cried herself to sleep on the floor of her hotel room. He very carefully covered her half-naked form, cushioning her head with extra pillows from the bed they hadn’t made it to. He remained there, watching her sleep, the gentle rising of her back a hypnotic rhythm. Spencer did not want to leave her, but she needed more rest than he had time to give. He sat at the oddly placed desk, found the hotel stationary and prepared to write Y/N a confession.
Hotch had the hotel issue wake up calls for the BAU team at 6:30am. Spencer had made it back to his (much simpler) hotel room around two in the morning. The four hours of sleep left the doctor with an anxious stomach. After showering and dressing in a very typical Reid ensemble; he headed to the lobby. It was there he, naturally, bumped into Prentiss at the coffee cart.
“Morning Emily,” Spencer’s soft voice greeted the black haired beauty.
“Well, well, good morning, Reid,” Prentiss teased, feigning surprise in seeing him.
He remained patient, anticipating all the inevitable questions he would be fielding after leaving the team at the precinct to return Y/N’s luggage the previous night. His utter exhaustion was ensuring a shorter temper than was strictly professional.
“Late night?” Prentiss pressed after taking her coffee from the barista.
“You could say that,” Spencer nodded, his voice cracking. “How was your evening?”
“Mine?” Prentiss sighed, “Wild night. I took a bath and passed out to the hotel access channel.” She waxed sarcastically. “See you by the cars, Reid.”
Spencer placed his order, thanking the barista with a slight tilt to his head. He noticed Hotch near the entryway, speaking on his cell phone. Hotch was on edge with The Reaper in the wind. Spencer felt awful for him, knowing Hotch had lost his marriage to the job already. A tenuous situation was that much more paralyzing for someone like BAU chief Aaron Hotchner, someone who had to be in control.
The team assembled into the waiting SUVs and returned to Pasadena Police Department shortly after 7:30 am. The team dispersed into the previous decided assignments; Reid and Prentiss going through Y/L/N’s contacts and research. Just after 8 o’clock, a distinguished man in his fifties was escorted to the office the BAU had annexed for the case, by Detective Chang.
“Agents,” Chang announced,”This gentleman claims to be the guy who wrote the threatening letter sent to Dr. Y/L/N last month.”
“Who are you?” Emily Prentiss approached the new suspect.
“Byron Osbourne, ma’am,” the man nodded to the female agent with an English lilt to his voice. “I saw the press coverage footage this morning and knew I had to come forward before anything got out of hand.”
“Dr. Y/L/N is dead,” Spencer uncharacteristically spat at the man,”I would say we are passed out of hand.”
Agent Prentiss eyed Dr. Reid suspiciously. She then formally arrested and cuffed Mr. Osbourne. After reading his Miranda Rights, she passed him to the stocky lead detective who escorted him to interrogation room 1.
Spencer was quick to make the call to Quantico. “Garcia? We need background on one Byron Osbourne, a possible British national. He just voluntarily admitted to writing the suspicious letter Dr. Madison mentioned that Graham received nearly a month ago.”
“Good Morning, to you too, Boy Wonder,” Garcia grumbled. “I am all over this, but in the mean time... “How’s your reunion going?” The savvy analyst coyly pounced on the inexperienced doctor.
“I am going to hang up now,” Spencer responded testily, “And catch the unsub that killed my mentor.”
“But!” Garcia couldn’t use her vicious wit against a grumpy and determined Reid.
At some point during the night, you had found your way into your excessively large bed. Your body was stiff from traveling and sleeping on the unforgivably flat surface of the hotel room floor. The inside of your head was inflamed from dehydration, your chest gaping with the hollowness of grief.
The only reason you made yourself get out of bed for the day was because you knew you had absolutely no reason to do so. Across the pillow tops, you recognize the scrawl on a folded piece of paper Spencer left for you on the bedside table. You leave it, knowing that whatever he had to say could wait.
“But Aristotle didn’t say that,” Spencer argued, “That is attributed to Plato.”
“Sorry, Professor,” Your 18 year old self teased,”Ancient Philosophy isn’t on my course schedule until spring semester.”
Spencer had stopped over on a Tuesday afternoon the second summer you knew him. You were clearing the debris from your built in swimming pool, one of the many chores your Dad made you help with. You obliged because you were, in fact, the only one who used said pool.
“I’m just surprised you got that quote wrong.” Spencer twisted his lips in a smug smile.
You eyed him, shaking your head at his taunts. “Watch it, or you’ll end up in my net too.” You intended to whip a trail of pool water at the skinny genius, but he had hopped backwards, avoiding your wrath. You, however, lost control of the momentum along the length of the net, which knocked you off balance. You fell into the pool, fully clothed.
You remember the dread of trying to act normal when internally you were freaking out over the pair of black granny panties you had on underneath your now soaked khaki shorts. You stayed in the pool, chatting and cleaning until Spencer had to leave for the day. He always had to leave quickly, it was almost like he was sneaking over to see you. Though you knew your dad was fine with you spending time with his young protegee, you guessed your dad knew you didn’t interest Spencer that way.
You remember waving at him from the shallow end of the pool, as he walked his bike out of the side gate.
Morgan and Rossi were waiting for the M.E. to bring them back to examine the body of the late Professor Y/L/N, Y/N’s father.
“Oh, Baby Girl, please tell me you got some dirt for me!” Derek Morgan crooned into his phone.
“Easy there handsome,” Garcia directed. “I’ll give you work now, and need-to-know later.”
“That’s my girl!” Derek chuckled. His brilliant smile lighting up the dreary corner’s office.
“Byron Osbourne just confessed to writing that threatening letter to Dr. Y/L/N. Hotch and Prentiss are going to question him, very soon.”
“Garcia, who is this guy?” Rossi chimed in.
“He’s, well he’s, a wannabe,” Garcia confided,” He comes from money, old British money to be exact. He uses philanthropy to strut his family name about academia. But he never finished “university” himself.” She finished in her own mock accent.
“Wonder what the professor did to set this guy off.” Rossi supposed.
“Penelope,” Derek added, “Were the victim and Osbourne on any boards or committees together?”
“Oh sugar bear, you know I am all over that like a cardigan is on grumpus Reid,” Garcia muttered,”Hotch and Emily already have what they need. Now do you have time for the need-to-know? Or do we get to rendezvous later?”
“Later, Baby Girl, sadly I have a very different body to go examine,” Derek lamentably flirted. “Just warn me if this one is off the rails.”
“Nope, peaches, you’re good. I mean, Reid is good, “Garcia bumbled, “Well, who knows if that’s true, then. I’m going to stop thinking and talking now. Okay? Okay, bye!”
Rossi looked at Derek sideways, “That woman is very multi-faceted.”
“Oh, Rossi, you have no idea, man,” Derek agreed, shaking his head.
You had slowly gotten dressed. Remarkably you were early enough to make the tail end of the complimentary continental breakfast buffet held in the small nook off of the hotel lobby. You rifled through the remaining stale doughnuts, claiming a chocolate cake flavored one, that was calling your name. The ambience was perfect there, the warm sun coming through the skylights. You lied to yourself, pretending you were vacationing for a few quiet moments.
Your phone buzzed beside your mug of bland coffee. You check the name before answering.
OLIVIA MADISON
“Olivia, how are you,” You answer quickly.
“Y/N, hi, how are you?!” Olivia rushed back.
“As good as can be expected, I suppose.” You recite.
You make small talk and arrange to take lunch the following day. Cal Tech’s spring break was over, so Olivia would be lecturing for your father’s senior seminar in the morning. Your stomach lurched at the image. As another female nontenured professor in academia, you respect the shoes that Olivia has been asked to fill. You would be excited for her, if it weren’t so devastating.
Spencer had just left his mother with a therapy group she had been attending for the summer months. He was finding it harder and harder to balance school and care for his mother as her disease progressed. The long summer days found him yearning for a more normal life, a less complicated, a less responsibility-riddled life. He rode his bike on the familiar route to Y/N’s house. Spending time with her made him feel like a regular seventeen year old guy, not a prodigy, not a caregiver. She was intelligent, funny and so easy to talk to. Y/N was a geek, too, a sheltered only child with a single father who was a celebrated Mathematics professor.
“Oh, a little saucy mare like you should have a steed.
Oh, a little bridlin' down from you is what I need.
Darlin' companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons,
Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you.”
The crackling recording poured through the Y/L/N house as Spencer pedaled up the welcoming driveway. He knew that you were home alone, Dr. Y/L/N would never let you keep the speakers at that high of a volume. He left his bike near the back door that lead into the kitchen. The door was unlocked, so Spencer went in to find Y/N.
This was always when he began to panic, the time between entering their house and finding Y/N. Spencer scratched his neck as he made his way up the winding staircase in the house’s cavernous center. He wiped his palms on his pants and continued towards her room. The song had finished leaving the hum of the speakers awaiting the cd change in the air. Spencer cleared his throat, his head down as he knocked on the door frame to her bedroom.
The door was ajar, he didn’t hear Y/N inside as the next cd began. He knocked again as he pushed the door open, strolling into the room. Spencer froze, he had no idea how to move. There she was, on the bed, sitting on a bath towel, rubbing lotion on her outstretched leg. Completely naked. His prodigious mind was useless as his pants constricted around his sudden boner.
“Spencer!” You screeched when you finally saw him. “What the hell?!” You struggled with the towel beneath your butt, trying to cover your bare body.
Spencer spun on the spot, but didn’t flee. He just started reciting facts. “Did you know that many people attribute the model Betty Grable as the inspiration for women to start shaving their legs? The shorter skirts of the forties and stockings made it more desirable for women to emulate the style icon...”
“Spencer,” You shouted. “It’s okay, um, I’m covered now.” You had shut off the deafening grunge band that had followed the Man in Black. Spencer just stood there with his back to you. After a moment he sort of side stepped to the desk chair, where he crossed his legs. Finally he looked at your face. You were both blushing and couldn’t hold eye contact. You had thrown on your awful yellow terrycloth robe.
“Did you try “Margaret Thatcher” to cool him down?” You asked out of nowhere. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Why did you always say what was on your mind?
Spencer open his mouth to respond, then closed it. He thumbed his nose and sheepishly answered. “I don’t think I understand that reference, Y/N.”
“Ignore me, it was from a movie, when this British spy was trying to stop an erection,” You tried to explain, like you always did with pop culture to Spencer. “And I just said erection. Again.” You finally stopped talking. After a few agonizing minutes, you sat down on your bed.
“Spencer?” You asked, cautiously. Remarkably he hadn’t left, you both had just sat there looking around your bedroom and not at each other.
“Yeah?” He replied, his voice faint.
“I am very flattered.” You admit. “Is that alright to say? Like, I know it is does not prove anything, it’s just a thing that happens to guys and it does not reflect my level of attractiveness or not-attractiveness...”
“Y/N/N?” Spencer interrupted your rambling.
“Yeah?” You ask, your face growing warm and your chest feeling tight.
“I am sorry, that was rude of me to walk in without a confirmed invitation,” Spencer was talking to the pile of clothes on the floor. “Also, I want to apologize if I in any way offended you or jeopardized our friendship by making unintentional advances towards you. I just could not help it, honestly you took my breath away.”
What? Your brain was repeating the last words he spoke like a broken answering machine, ‘you took my breath away’. Shocked could not cover the amount of surprise that was flowing through your bloodstream at that moment.
“So you’re not like, traumatized?” You push, “Like seeing me, all of me, doesn’t change how you feel? Is it going to be weird now?”
Spencer, cleared his throat. “It only makes me care about you that much more.” He actually looked at you now, his brown eyes searching for yours. But he only holds your glance for a second, because this is so new, so unique for two friends to overcome in a few moments’ time. He smiles nervously, you are stuck in place as a ribbon of hope is sliding through your mind.
“Spencer, can I kiss you?” You said it, out loud. “I mean, is that something that would interest you? Am I a girl that you would like to, with, maybe?” In the entirety of your friendship you had not heard him mention girls like the guys on the floor of your dorm did, this was not a weird question.
Spencer blushed. “Am I a guy you would like to kiss? Or is this a test?”
“Not a test,” You held up your hands in mock surrender, smiling nervously. You stood up, walking towards your friend, who was now one of the only people to have seen you naked. Spencer stands up as you approach him, backing up into your clutter filled desk.
“Um, Y/N, I don’t know if we should be doing this.” Spencer’s hand was pulling at his hair, his voice catching.
“Spencer, can I kiss you?” You asked, but it was stronger than the first time. You wanted this and you were not getting reasoned out of it now.
“I don’t know how,” Spencer whispered.
You caught his bony face in your hand, looking up into his scared eyes you smiled, calming both of you for a split second. You took a deep breath and leaned in to him, with eyes closed and heart on your sleeve. After kissing his chin, you found his lips, his large hands were resting oddly on your shoulders. This went down in your shared history as the most awkward moment of your lives.
”The murder weapon appears to be a long, metallic, needle like instrument, about four inches long.” Dr. Shearer stated.
Morgan and Rossi were taking notes. Dr. Y/L/N was a typical guy in his fifties, he could have been one of Rossi’s buddies from his days in the Marines. The agents were being extremely diligent, for Reid’s sake.
”How many stab wounds were there?” Rossi verified.
”Thirty-seven.” Dr. Shearer replied.
”And no defensive wounds, Doc?” Morgan double checked.
“Correct.” Dr. Shearer answered. “The tox screen does show a decent amount of alcohol in his blood, but not over the legal limit. Perhaps he was asleep when the assailant struck, agents.”
”It’s possible, but he was sitting up right at his desk.” Rossi countered.
”No, that tracks; no defensive wounds, late night, maybe he had someone over for a night cap?” Derek worked further.
”What kind of strength did our unsub have?” Rossi went back to the coroner.
”Moderate, nothing impressive.”
”Are we looking for a female unsub?” Rossi asked cautiously.
“Mr. Osbourne, can you tell us why you would send such a violent letter to Dr. Y/L/N’s office?” Hotch asked succinctly.
“Well, frankly, I am extremely embarrassed about it now, as you can imagine.” Osbourne smiled placating.
“Let’s start at the beginning then,” Prentiss pressed. “How do you know Dr. Y/L/N?
“We were on the Board of Regents at the school, agent, surely you know that.” Osbourne cheeked.
“What made you write a letter stating that you, “Would see him destroyed?” Hotch asked.
“Well, he just so happened to vote against the use of some funds that would have benefited the school, greatly.” Osbourne elaborated.
“And would have trumpeted your name.” Hotch deduced.
“Well, if we had gotten to that stage of the development, yes, my name would have been attached to the project.” Osbourne admitted. “As it should be, I was a major backer and had spearheaded the development.”
Spencer shifted on his feet in the observation room. This man was a narcissist, but not the unsub. His patience was straining, he left Hotch and Prentiss to continue the interview. His long legs brought him to the evidence boards, his racing mind, back to the stack of evidence bags holding the papers Dr. Y/L/N was reading over the night he was killed.
Spencer Reid lost himself in the equations before him for the next few hours.
Your phone rang with an unfamiliar number. The amount of planning you had started with your dad’s lawyer had you seeing spots. Welcoming the distraction, you took the call.
“Dr. Y/L/N.” You answer.
“Yes, hello, this is Agent Morgan with the BAU.” A sultry voice answers you.
“How can I help you, Agent?” You wonder why someone besides Spencer was calling you about the case.
“I was calling to inform you, that the Medical Examiner has released your father’s body, ma’am.” Agent Morgan gently explained. “Now if you need help with arrangements, of any kind, please let us know and we will ensure you are getting the help you need.”
You exhale a ragged breath, “Thank you, um, Agent Morgan?” You answer, forgetting who you are speaking too.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Can you tell me, did my father suffer?” You ask because you need to know how much to hate this son of a bitch.
“No, ma’am,” Agent Morgan soothed. “He was asleep when he was attacked, he never saw it coming.”
A single tear leaves a trail on your cheek, you sniffle loudly over the line. “Thank you, again. And, please, catch this guy.”
“We are doing everything we can, ma’am.” Morgan confirmed, “I don’t know if anyone told you, but we have our own personal genius working on it as we speak.”
You smile through your tears, this guy was a good egg. “I might have heard about that guy, takes a lot of sugar in his coffee?”
A pleasant chuckle answered your retort. “Yeah, that’s our guy.”
To Be Continued...
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(asks for fanfic writers)
Gonna do this out of order because one of them needs a readmore tag.
4. name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why
Ohhhhh boy. Ohhhhh my god. What a tough question. Okay.
1. Guy Gavriel Kay - I read The Fionavar Tapestry when I was maybe 14 and it shook the foundations of my world, devoured everything else he has available, and even though as an adult I see a lot of his limitations he shaped me so much–huge amounts of my entire praxis of moving through the world as someone with chronic, persistent, unremitting depression came from him. There was a time when I thought I wanted to write exactly like him. My sense of scope, of story, of what to hold onto and what to let go, of what language can do.
2. @dsudis - Slash fandom generally has done a lot to help with my internalized shame about sexuality, about taking what we do seriously, but I think Dira’s the person who’s inspired me most in the past few years. Because sometimes the things we feel drawn to are weird and problematic and there’s no way to make them less weird or less problematic without taking away our reasons for wanting them–so she’s an inspiration and a role model for me when it comes to navigating that fearlessly and ethically.
3. Monica Hughes - whom basically nobody knows, but I do, because she was Edmontonian and I went to elementary school in Edmonton, so her books were pushed on us a lot. She was my introduction to science fiction–while other women I know came to the genre through the misogynistic greats, my hand was held by a comforting friend who knew the land I came from and spread women through the stars for me to follow. (Sadly, she died before I ever got to meet her.)
14. easiest character to write
Andy Scarlatti, queen of my heart. It’s not that she’s me–it’s that she gets to be angry, and that feels so fucking good to write.
26. story you’re most proud of
Still possibly “Les hivers de mon enfance”? It’s the most like I think my writing should be (it’s the Guy Gavriel Kay-est OMGCP thing I’ve written). If not that, then “leave your lovers like campsites”, because it’s complicated and long and has a plot and is complete, and it those things are so hard for me to write.
13. hardest character to write
Justin Oluransi. Cut for discussion of suicide, emesis, gore/injury, trauma, feces.
(*looks at trigger list* It’s not actually that heavy of a response, I swear)
Okay so for a year during my Masters I worked in a university counselling department. (It was great–I def recommend anyone with mental illnesses to see what their counselling departments and disability offices can offer them–although ask how they handle student suicidality before you disclose if that’s something you deal with–sorry, I’m getting sidetracked)
So a lot of people would come in looking really stressed and overclocked and fragile and say, “I’m having trouble with coping. I’m in six classes and I’m on the track team and I’m president of the student business association and I’m doing great but, you know, I’m puking from stress all the time, my hair is falling out, and I haven’t slept in three days. So what I need are some tools on how to better manage my workload.”
So the thing about therapists is you’re having a real human experience–we can’t just be replaced by clever robots because the experience of being seen and subjectively experienced by another human being is really valuable. But the downside is, everyone has areas of relative strength and weakness. Some therapists are better with some issues than others.
And the thing about me is that I’ve been mentally ill, disabled, and traumatized since I was a child. There are days when walking six blocks causes me a level of pain other humans don’t get unless they have broken bones or third-degree burns. The first time my mother told me she wanted to divorce my dad I decided to repress my emotions about it for 12 hours, and my fully adult body responded by making me literally explosively shit my pants the moment the child I was caretaking left the car in the loading zone at their school. My clinical area of speciality is complex trauma, also known as “being so fucked up for so long you don’t know what normal looks like and your issues literally won’t let you function”
My area of specialization is not “basically healthy people who want coaching to achieve top performance.” I have classmates who wanted to do that and had no affinity for complex trauma. They’re different specializations.
So I would smile politely at those people and say, “Have you considered dropping part of your workload to decrease the pressure on you?” and they would say “No!” in a horrified voice and we would stare at each other in mutual incomprehension, and I would try to talk to them about sleep hygiene and grounding meditation and cognitive distortions, but in the back of my mind I was like why would you do that to yourself just for social status and achievement and to please your parents? because whatever shreds of ambition or competitiveness or achievement orientation I possess have been ground very thoroughly under humiliating years of having to accept my very strict and unforgiving limitations.
I wasn’t a good therapist for them; I don’t think I’m suited for academic environments; students like that rarely came back to me for a second session.
And I see Justin Oluransi in them a lot. Frat bro, hockey star, 4.0 GPA, coral reef, about to break, so fucking strong and ablebodied and so fucking fragile. So when I write him my instinctive response is to swaddle him–wrap him up in cotton wool, let him relax and feel less pressured, remove the burdens on him. Let him get Bs or stop playing hockey or party less often.
Where I trip up is that he probably wouldn’t want that–he’s one of those people who probably does physical exercise because it feels good, achieves academically because it pleases and interests him, socializes because he wants to be around his fellow humans. If you gave him my ideal retreat of a quiet, cozy, solitary vacation, he’d probably go stir-crazy.
So like… a lot of me is tempted to read this “consulting” storyline from the tweets as Ransom seeing the light, realizing that he has to gracefully bow to his limitations and not put himself through the pain and horror of med school or further academia, but… when I write him, I also want to remind myself that he wants very fundamentally different things from me; we have chosen what are essentially polar opposites in some major life values. And instead of just smugly converting him to mine, I have to temporarily slip myself into his mindset.
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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 here and do i have the tea for you . ariana is back on campus , which is surprising considering the threatening note i left them . yes , i know all about how despite outward appearances , her family isn’t as picture perfect as they may seem because of their pride . imagine the tabloids and how the malabanan family would feel for such information to come out , not to mention the reputation of delta because of their actions . at this rate , she is better off staying put in beverly hills , california and living off that $625m family net worth . what’s the point in studying applied economics and management with plans to take over her mother’s abandoned executive position at her family’s company , is it worth it with what i know ? anyways , they may want to continue to be genteel & cosmopolitan because the disingenuous & acrimonious attributes make me want to spill . ( kelsey merritt , remy , eastern ) .
hello again my angels ! it’s remy here with my second bby , miss ariana ! i’ll keep this greeting short since my one over on christian is a bit lengthy , but i’m super excited to write and plot with everyone ! i will admit that ariana’s intro is a bit lengthy because i pay a little too much to details , and i also placed indicators for where the eating disorder trigger warning begins and ends if you choose to skip over that content . other than that , once again my discord is 𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚#6936 if plotting is easier for you there , and i can’t wait to get the ball rolling !
trigger warning(s) : mention of drug addiction , eating disorder , and abusive parenting .
full name ��: ariana bernadette malabanan .
nickname(s) : ari , mainly .
birthday / age : august 30th , 1998 / 21 .
zodiac : virgo .
pronouns : she / her / hers .
gender : cisfemale .
sexual orientation : bisexual .
romantic orientation : biromantic .
height : 5′8″ ( five foot , eight inches ) .
hometown : paris , france .
current location : beverly hills , california .
nationality : french - american .
ethnicity : caucasian and filipina .
languages spoken : filipino , english , and french ( college - course level ) .
daniel malabanon’s family immigrated to the united states back in the nineteenth century from their home country of the phillippines . through the decades , despite the trials and tribulations , the malabanon family rose through the ranks of politics and business , with daniel’s grandparents having ten children between the two of them . the malabanon family as they became more influential in american politics was also building their business empire . while daniel’s grandfather was pursuing the levels of politics from law school , his wife was pursuing business , with the dream of someday having her own cosmetics line .
as the decades passed and the malabanon family amassed their meager beginnings to becoming a part of the country’s elite , soon comes grandson daniel , who decides to follow in his father , uncle , and brothers’ footsteps of going into politics . smart in his own right , daniel heads off to the prestigious university of pennsylvania , where he pursued a degree in political science before eventually moving on to law school . of course , the malabanon name was known throughout the country , but daniel didn’t receive any special treatment while he was in college . after graduation , he keeps his head in the books as he gets his law degree from yet another prestigious university ( columbia ) , and it’s in new york city that daniel meets his future wife , wild child of a multi - billionaire named celine duverney .
made up of messy , blonde waves and the liquid courage of champagne while dancing on tables , celine was the youngest daughter of a billionaire family that wanted to enjoy her twenties despite the pressure from her parents . she was determined to live her own life , and even though she was getting what she deemed a useless degree in business administration , that didn’t stop celine from enjoying her life to the fullest . she spent summers on yachts off the shores of a tropical island or would splurge in neiman marcus simply because her professor told her one of her papers wasn’t good enough . while she was in college , celine was a kappa , and it fit the blonde well considering that she was rich , spoiled , and made sure that everyone around her was fully aware that she was getting dropped off at school in a rolls - royce and never ( absolutely refused ) to eat dining hall food .
when it came to daniel and celine’s relationship , the two started dating while daniel was in his first year of law school and celine was a junior . their relationship was a bit of a whirlwind , and they eventually eloped in a simple wedding on the beach in bali the summer after celine’s graduation . little did the couple know , is that at the time , celine was pregnant with their first baby and eldest son dominic . celine decides to be a stay at home mom while daniel moves through the ranks at a prestigious law firm moving from summer associate to senior associate , but daniel wanted to be congressman . a few more years pass , a second baby named naomi is soon born , the family has made the cross country move to california , and daniel is running for congressman of california .
the family settled into a gorgeous home on sunset boulevard .
after running for often twice and getting beat by a landslide the first time around , daniel is elected as senator and celine begrudgingly becomes thrust into the public eye and is under constant scrutiny . the malabanans are newcomers to the world of politics in this sense , as they’re no longer skirting around the edges and waiting to have their chance at all the glory . marriage and children had calmed celine’s wild ways , but when she was twenty - nine and their last daughter , a bright eyed baby they named ariana was brought into the picture , everything changed for the worst .
to naomi and dominic , celine was a wonderful mother . she baked cookies , they hung out by the pool , she helped them with their homework , but as little ariana grew up , she was not the apple of her mother’s eye . the first strike against her was the fact that she was born via c - section due to a complicated pregnancy , leaving her mother with an ugly scar that remains to this day . she was born in paris while the family was on vacation , actually coming two months before she was due . celine was annoyed with being stuck in paris as she waited for her daughter to grow stronger , and that was the second strike against the innocent child . being in the public eye because of her husband’s job made celine quite conscious of all things appearance , and made sure that she and her children never left the house with a hair out of place or a shirt untucked . naomi , the golden child to her mother , immediately began participating in beauty pageants while her dominic followed his calling and focused on academia like the men before him .
little ariana liked to play , and she liked to play hard . she wanted to play soccer in the rain with the other neighborhood kids and roll down grassy hills until her skin was itchy , but her mother ? she wasn’t having any of that . ari was going to be prim , proper -- her back would be so straight a ruler would be jealous , and those soccer cleats her father bought her were thrown into the trash and replaced with ballet slippers . for years , ariana was no longer the only malabanan kid who played with the others in the neighborhood , and she now had a strict schedule of working out , school , ballet , and studying at the tender age of thirteen . when her freshman year starts , though , ariana abandons her mother’s dream and trades the ballet slippers for a pair of cheerleading pom - poms . with her infectious personality and warm smile , it’s no surprise that ariana makes the coveted harvard - westlake cheerleading team .
and while most mothers would be proud of their daughter’s accomplishment , celine was more focused on her daughter’s appearance than anything else . TW BEGINS she limits what she could and couldn’t eat , often making snide remarks when ariana says how much she’s craving her favorite cheeseburger from shake shack or how she had a bit of cheesecake after dinner . celine wakes her daughter up at five in the morning with a hellish personal trainer that makes her run their expansive neighborhood until her lungs are tight and she’s gasping for air . breakfast is smoothies , lunch is only soup , and even then all the good things that ariana craves have been taken out . she has to be skinny -- she has to make her mother proud .
the lack of food during the day leads to binging in the night , tip - toeing to the kitchen with the aid of the housekeeper , who kept a hidden stash in a cabinet her mother never dared to open . binges turn to regret , tear stained cheeks and the horrid sound of ariana hunched over the toilet as she begs to be forgiven for the disappointment she would bring to her mother . it all comes to a head during ariana’s junior year , when she’s gained an ounce of her mother’s affection and dark circles that are hidden beneath luxury concealer , and it’s the annual homecoming football game . dinner consisted of four baby carrots and a bottle of water , and right as ariana is lifted into the air to perform a basket toss , she’s falling -- and she lands on the unforgiving ground with a sneer on celine’s face as she watches behind saint laurent sunglasses .
ariana goes to the hospital and is diagnosed with bulimia , a word that clouds her in a cloak of embarrassment and springs tears in her father’s eyes . celine is uncaring , picking at her hundred dollar manicure instead of caring for the daughter she allegedly loved so much -- at least , that’s what she said when she spoke to the media . ariana is pulled from harvard - westlake , sadly for her senior year , and begins the slow process of healing . her relationship with food becomes healthy again , and she cries when she has cheesecake , her favorite thing in the world , when she returns home . TW ENDS
she makes the decision to head off to college , putting all of her eggs into one basket when she only applies to hollingsworth university . she’s desperate to get from under her mother’s criticizing eye , and to finally be her own person . during freshman year , ariana pledges kappa in hopes that she’d make a dent in her tainted relationship with her mother , but nothing ever seems to work in her favor . she makes it through rush week and becomes a pledge for the society , bouncing on the balls of her feet when she’s chosen on bid day . all goes well until it’s time for a little bit of hazing , but ariana finds herself with the short end of the stick . she has to clean longer , take one more shot , staying awake an extra hour while the other pledges have gone to bed , and being utterly humiliated when her kappa sisters discover that she had an innocent crush on a boy from sigma .
ariana drops out of kappa and goes the rest of the semester stewing in her upset over the pure humiliation she was forced to endure . when the spring semester rolls around , ariana still carries that torch as she steps into the delta house looking for a fresh start , and it’s the society where she remains today . she’s in the college of business and is also a cheerleader , even though most would assume it harbors too heavy feelings , but her constant work in therapy has helped her regain her love for the sport again .
when it comes to ariana’s personality , she’s something of a spitfire . she’s not afraid of confrontation and she can be extremely petty at times . for her positive traits genteel and cosmopolitan , ariana is respectable when she needs to be ( like attending galas with her family or when she debuted at the debutante ball in new york city ) and since her family traveled as well as met dignitaries around the world a lot thanks to her father’s career , ariana is quite sophisticated and she carries herself as such . as for her negative traits disingenuous and acrimonious , it simply means that she will fake the funk sometimes in order to get something she wants . her disingenuous ways especially shows when she’s being petty , and she’ll pretend to not know the full story to either a . confront the other person with the facts or b . gather up as much information as she possibly can . as for being acrimonious , it means that ari is bitter as hell , especially when talking about kappa .
secret .
when it comes to her secret about her family , the malabanan’s are similiar to the kennedy’s in the sense that they’re the ‘ perfect ’ family with no issues , on the surface . in reality , celine leaves daniel frequently and jets off on exotic excursions with billionaires she just met , trying to get back what she lost because of marriage and children . dominic has fallen into a drug addiction he thinks no one has noticed , and naomi is off doing whatever it is she’s doing . despite that , their friends and extended family always gets the perfect holiday cards when the season rolls around and they’re always written as ‘ family goals ’ on either instagram or twitter .
short headcanons :
ariana lives off - campus and in a gorgeous apartment ( minus that ugly blue bed lol ) .
she drives a black porsche panamera , and she originally wanted a ferrari , but she threw a minor fit when her dad said no . eventually , she got over it .
her style ? is literally all over the place . one day she’ll be wearing all black with a leather jacket , another day she’s dressed like a carbon copy of outfits on pinterest , and on another she’s wearing high heels and a midi - skirt . there’s no in between for her , but you better believe that everything is designer , even down to her hair accessories .
she’s most comfortable in her home , and there’s a chance that when she’s home she’s blaring music . she’ll be in a giant shirt with her hair tugged up in a top knot .
her favorite food is a shackburger with cheese fries and a creamsicle float . she is absolutely obsessed with cheesecake in any and all forms .
wanted plots :
i think a roommates plot would be so much fun ! ariana can be hella standoffish at times , but she’s probably the best roommate out there .
umm ... 👀 i don’t know about you guys but i’m in love with angsty plots , so i’d love anything like that . whether it be exes , something toxic , or even a friendship that turned sour , i’d be down for all of it .
high ! school ! plots ! i’d really love to explore ariana’s life outside of her struggles , so i’d love to high school boyfriend or girlfriend , crushes , friends , enemies ... anything !
a tag full of desired relations ( which will be updated periodically ! ) can be found right here . i’m also down to go based off chemistry if that works best for you ! i also have a desired relations tag for christian but i forgot to link it !
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