#Sid Quin

[canadachronicles]

Babes, all three of them!

#Tegan and Sara #Tegan and Sara and Sid #Tegan Quin #Sara Quin #Sid #Baby Sid #Sid Quin #(I'm only supposing; I really don't know if it's Reader-Quin or something else...) #Tegan Rain Quin #Sara Kiersten Quin #Quins #Queens #Daddy Sara #Uncle Tegan #Crybaby Tour #Crybaby Tour 2023 #Crybaby Era #Favorite Calgarians #Favorite Albertans #Favorite Vancouverites #Favorite British Columbians #Favorite Canadians #Favorite Humans #Tegan and Sara Tuesday #Canadian Instagram #Canada Chronicles

[gestippeldedieseltreinworm]

This is too cute 🥺

#tegan and sara #tegan quin #sara quin #sid

[always-on-fire-for-sara]

How did your mom pick your names?

#tegan and sara #sara quin #tegan quin #stacy reader #sid #my post #my gif

[prisonisnotajok3]

Little interview I found today.

Also he’s 3 months!

#tegan and sara #sara quin #skq #sid #interview

[chaosintheavenue]

Subjected my OCs to this incorrect quotes generator (credit to @scatterpatter)

Highlights:

Charlie: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Brutus: Really? Name one law

Charlie: Don't kill people?

Brutus: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

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Charlie: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Brutus?

Brutus: … No.

Quin: I do!

Charlie: I know, Quin.

Quin: I’m sad!

Charlie: I know, Quin.

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JJ: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

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Charlie: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Chel: I beg to differ

Charlie: Then Beg

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Charlie: Chel and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Chel: Sentences.

Charlie: Don't interrupt me.

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Sid: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

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JJ: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

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James: Wake me up…

JJ: Before you go go!

Grace: When September ends…

Tibbs: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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James, tending to JJ's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

JJ: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Brutus: This is a mistake

Charlie, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Brutus: But not today

Charlie, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

#incorrect quotes #oc cast #Brutus #Charlie #Chel #Grace #James #JJ #Quin #Sid #i think that was everyone

[meinhofraf]

Baby Sara Quin is Baby Elvis, pass it on.

Baby Tegan Quin is Baby Sid Vicious, pass it on.

#baby tegan #tegan quin #trq #baby tegan is sid vicious #baby sara #sara quin #skq #baby sara is elvis

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @owencartwright

    well  fuck  me.   what’s the best thing to do when you’re in a bar  &.  see your ex-husband you’ve narrowly avoided for years?  because you don’t want to alert trouble to your group of friends by leaving the crime scene,  but there’s a risk of reunion.  a reunion that would please none in this whole damn bar.  so what do you do?    ...   sid looks away,   swallows the last of her drink,  forces dropped smile back, and pretends she was blind the last ten seconds.   nothing healthier than denial  &.  avoid,  right?

   whether or not she’s seen the rest of the night,  sid wouldn’t know.  she gives her back  &.  not her front;  out of sight,  out of mind.  but there comes a time in every drinkers night when it’s time to break the seal.   sid excuses herself with a brush to the shoulder,  and some few words,  and comes to face the agonisingly long queue to the ladies.

    upon closer inspection,  the men’s room has no line,  and is probably vacant.  so...   “ fuck it,  “  sid mutters,  skirting out of the waiting game  &.  into the available restroom that just so happens to not allow ladies.   good thing she’s no lady.

   which is all well &. good,  until two flushes sound in sync,  as do the opening doors,  and out of each of the stalls freeze two former lovers.  owen and sydney appear as two animals caught in snare;  the same wide eyes,  the still shock.  neither the hunter,  because neither wanted this.

      “ uh---  hi... “    and why does she sound meek?  sydney quin is NEVER meek.   she reeks of it and she knows it.  desperate to convince them both otherwise,  she psychically appears taller,  straightening her posture,  forcing smile when it’s the last thing that’s natural right now.  washing her hands at the sink,  she attempts to repair first impression,  “  out celebrating?  “   be normal sid.  be fucking normal.

#i hate this keep it together grl #its literally OOC for her to be awkward AND YET ... #𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. #owencartwright

[sydneyquin]

@norareed​ asked, 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐘:  what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

  sydney quin was meant to be a mother.  she was... supposed to be one,  permanently,  not for three years til the universe said BITCH, YOU THOUGHT!  mothering anybody else is AN ACT OF BETRAYAL.  sid does not intend to betray her daughter,  ivy.  and still.  nature can’t totally be shaken.  not for sid,  not with this.  so she sprinkles maternal love over friends,  and their hands she’ll hold without verbal prompt,  the dependency she has in answering a call no matter the hour.   all of this love has to go somewhere,  after all.    what i’m saying is sid doesn’t have to be a mother to unleash this instinct.  a happy life means friends to cry with,  bitch with,  dance with.  hands to hold,  food to burn and replace with the nearest takeout option.  ( it’s dairy queen,  if you were wondering.  )        out of this vein,  in a whole other body,  is the survival of her business.  she’s privileged enough where the financial aspect of it wouldn’t be a concern,  should it fail.  but it’s her project.  seeds of her own happiness are planted.  sprouted is the beauty and joy of others.   sid is not quick to let go of this dynamic,  even if the month of november watches her stretched too thin,  a woman scattered.        both are currently possessed by sid.      what’s missing...  a husband and a daughter.  the perfect life,  for sid,  has a mould. this mould is unattainable,   and sid has learned to be okay with that.  no,  she doesn’t have a perfect life,  but she has a happy one;  it doesn’t have to be imagined when it’s felt.    (  side note:   don’t tell sid,  but she’d loathe this ‘perfect life’.  to be tied down,  not working again, bound to the home?  it GETS OLD. she doesn’t know it,  but like the jeans that once fit,  this mould shaped by a 20 year old just doesn’t work for sid anymore.  and yet it’s what she knows & what she thinks she wants. )

#hmm.... im in love x w her #that the happy life is better than the perfect one .... mch 2 think. perfect life as TRADITIONAL MOTHER ROLE BTW #traditional mother role food on table yoga w the other moms etc she treid so hard to fit in back them LMFAO #and shes so FREE now #obviously with ivy is WHAT IS NEEDED ! #but as we know - LOL #anyway x #𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵.

[zahra-kha]

Dear Diary 36

I’ve written in you less and less of late. This makes for less of a chronicle of my life if I don’t write in you diligently doesn’t it? Well, to be honest, I don’t feel like I need to remember every detail of my life. Especially with everything that’s been going on lately.

However, not all of it has been dark spots. Some of it has been grey, some of it has been bright. I’ve been wading myself through uncharted territory and I can’t say I’ve always made the best or correct decisions but I’m also not perfect. 

I wrote in my previous entry that I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now that my troupe was...the way it was. I didn’t know what my purpose was here in Eorzea. If I’m honest with myself, I’m still not entirely sure. I’m frightened, nervous, and there are times when I feel alone. The people who I thought were my support - it’s a mystery if they ever really cared about me (which I’ll get into in a bit) - turned out to be a source of immense pain. I’m trying to recover from that but I wish I could explain to people how difficult that is. How hard it is to trust again when family betrays you.

There’s insecurities there that weren’t before. When I spoke to Sid, I initially told him that it probably wouldn’t make a difference if I left to return home, because everyone had their lives and everyone would eventually move on with their lives. I said that, but I didn’t really mean that. To be honest, I was just scared. It’s easier to leave than to be abandoned, easier to walk away than learn later you were never wanted or needed. Easier to pull away than get rejected.

But my whole life I’ve been running. I walk forward so I can run from something that’s been chasing me. I felt like this time if I moved forward, without looking back on what I’d gained, I’d lose something really precious. And I felt like something in me would break and never recover.

I spoke with Sid for a while at the Bojza camp - it was helpful. I wasn’t looking for answers, I don’t think I was. Maybe just some clarity from my chaotic thoughts. It was easy to talk to him. He was kind and patient with me as I rambled. He didn’t try to push me in any direction, and I was grateful. I wanted to know a bit more about him, I felt maybe he understood a bit of what I was feeling. I thought maybe if I understood him, it’d help guide me to a decision. Was that selfish? Writing that down, it almost sounds as if I was using his feelings and experiences. But I also genuinely wanted to know more about him. I think he’s an interesting person that carries a profound sadness, but it also seems he’s managed to find happiness and a sense of purpose. 

That’s what I want, a sense of purpose again. Sid wondered if maybe what I’m searching for is what I lost - my family. I conceded that maybe that was it. But I’m just so hesitant in calling another group family again after what happened. I spent half my life with those people, and none of it was real. I loved them, but I was just a means to an end for them.

It would break me, shatter me beyond repair, if I fell into that trap again with everyone currently in my life.

I want to, I so badly want to believe and trust in them. They’ve been there for me, they’ve helped me, healed me. Cared for me during this whole ordeal. Hells, they have bled for my sake. And of course, I have not hesitated to jump into the fires for them as well. But that’s completely different from fully giving my heart. I just...can’t. I’m trying, but every time it’s like something cold and hard grabs hold of my throat and claws down, screaming I’m a fool. Fear consumes me, and I feel as if I’m drowning.

For now, I’m just content to be here. Sid helped me organize my thoughts and realize my path lies here. I want to heal here, and be around the friends who have shown me care. I want to relearn how to believe in true bonds again. I want to walk forward and see where the road takes me, and I don’t want to be afraid - I don’t want to do it alone.

That’s what I’ve decided.

I managed to tell Quin (Leo?) a bit of this, I hope I didn’t worry him too much. I was a bit under the weather when the truth came out, I’d been shot on the battlefield and was recovering - but it was a good talk. It’s amazing, when I first met Quin, I don’t think I had a good impression of him, and I don’t think he had any real impression of me. Now I think of him as a silly little brother. 

Speaking of, Quin and Erith got fake married! That was...interesting? I probably should have done more to stop it but it wasn’t official so I didn’t really see the harm. Uh, save for Erith putting Quin at shotgun point. I don’t know, I don’t really like getting between their dynamics because they have a really unique relationship but it’s quite clear they deeply care for one another. So I just go with their antics. Should I though? Am I enabling bad behavior?  [There’s a drawing of a dizzy Zahra along the margins]

I wonder if festivals bring out romance? There were quite a few couples seeking blessings and marriages, so I guess maybe they do? Erith was looking for a husband for Bernon so there was that. I didn’t really know how to feel about it. Not really lonely? Wistful, maybe? I can’t say I’m looking for a profound relationship, but I think having someone to laugh with and share small moments with would be nice.

Maybe...not quite the same as what Erith and Quin have. Being at shotgun point is frightening. I completely understand why Quin started drinking. Heavily.

I’m rambling, but my mind has been all over the place. I’m avoiding talking about what’s really going on in my head because I’m not sure if writing this down, reliving it, will be easy.

I’m talking about my confrontation with Sahrin.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I demanded answers from him. I think I was expecting him to explain why Sai did what she did. I was hoping he’d smile at me and tell me everything was a misunderstanding, or that they’d been acting on their own accord and he hadn’t know anything.

I didn’t mind Gail putting pressure on him - she understands what it means to be a leader, and how hard it can be to have people do things behind your back, and the heavy responsibility that leadership entails.

I also realize what I’d done to him - I appeared out of no where and threatened him into a meeting right after he’d seen everything he’d built up burned to the ground. Of course he was confused, of course he wanted answers. I’d given him nothing. I’m sure he tried to look into it on his own, but he likely didn’t get very far since he’d been gone so long deal with Armand and was unaware of all that’d been going on.

No one is omniscient, but I wasn’t entirely in a caring mood. People I had once cared about deeply had tried to kill me more than once - I was tired.

Father once told me that there are always two sides to a story, and what you know is always just a small part of a whole. He said it’s always good to know and understand the full picture of things, but never let that knowledge influence how the ending needs to be written. And if I can help it, I should always be the one holding the quill to those short chapters in my life.

Sahrin told us about Sai and Esila, and then he told us about the foundation of the troupe and what its original purpose had been. The first troupe they’d all been in - I knew they had worked for the government covertly, doing their bidding under the belief they were serving their nation. Even if it was unpleasant, someone has to do it.

Sahrin and the others felt the troupe wasn’t looking at the real threat - the Empire. And I suppose I can understand their fear. With the way the empire was expanding, the idea that Thavnair would have remained a free nation forever was questionable at best. The Empire wanted to be a world power, once they’d conquered all they’d truly desired, why not take Thavnair too?  Would we had really been able to stop them, if they had truly put their forces to it? 

"We’ll be on their list eventually.” was a legitimate fear. It was one I’d heard on the lips of some nobles and commoners growing up. Not everyone liked the Empire in Thavnair. Not everyone felt the arrangement we had was beneficial. For all the ones who welcomed them for business and trade, there were those who feared them. 

I guess Sahrin had been one of those people. He’d become frustrated with his troupe and decided to form his own. Except he couldn’t be normal about it, no. He took others who had anti-Imperial sentiment and they all decided they were going to bring in children to train and raise them - and by raise I mean brainwash - into perfect anti-Imperial fighting tools.

I cannot express the emotions I went through upon hearing that.

I mean, yes, it’s preferable to bring children into a troupe’s fold because it’s easier to train a dancer when they’re younger, more flexible, and their minds retain things easier, than to start them when they’re much older. I’m going to try and give them the benefit of the doubt and hope that’s what they - no, what Sahrin was thinking when he started this. I don’t want to think of Sahrin as a bad person. There’s just a part of me that refuses to do that.

But I can’t...forgive him for creating the troupe with those intentions. It really doesn’t matter that ‘he grew a conscious’ with me and changed his mind. Congratulations, I guess? Maybe one day when I’m not feeling so angry I’ll send him a cookie for deciding not to be quite the terrible person he could have been.

Okay. I’m feeling petty. And angry. And hurt. But his admission ripped the floor of my reality right out from under me. I admired him, looked up to him - I had wanted to be like him. I had wanted to grow up and eventually be a role model to others because of him. And then to learn all of that had been based on a foundation of lies - that I had initially been nothing more than a tool for his ambitions...

Even if he had changed his mind, clearly the others hadn’t, and that hurts. And he knew that. He’d known and I guess had been trying to change them. But you can’t change people who actively choose to hate - even if they feel their cause is righteous. There is a right way to go about change, and using - hurting - children is not it.

Sahrin helped us decipher some of the letters, and it honestly made a bit more sense when he put them into perspective. It looks like Esila really was trying to sell me out to some guy named ‘Darling’. I don’t know why he wanted me so badly, but apparently, Cecilia was getting traded to Sabe, and I was gonna get sold off in some auction had everything gone well. In exchange, I guess they were going to get their audience with Orhan and incriminate Sahrin. Sahrin guesses this was all to get a connection back to the old troupe.

They wanted a way back to the old troupe so they lied, cheated, and were even willing to kill to do it. The warmth, smiles, all of those good times we had were all fake.

I was at a loss of what to believe in. I felt like an idiot for falling for their schemes for so long. I should have seen it - hadn’t I grown up surrounded by scheming adults? I should have known better by now.

I told Sahrin I never wanted to see him again, and then after that the rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I know everyone came back to my apartment. I served them drinks and sandwiches. I wanted to make sure Quin was okay. Outside of that, I don’t remember much. They left and I remember taking Bitey and  Fènghuáng away. I still haven’t gone back to the kennel to pick them up. 

I went back to my apartment and I just...suddenly I hated everything about it. It reminded me of home, of my troupe -  and everything went white, then red. My heart felt heavy and my eyes burned. I think I screamed. I know I cried. And then I fled. I ran and ran and ran. Until my legs turned to rubber and my lungs screamed and I fell down...somewhere. I didn’t recognize the surroundings. I think I was around a lot of trees and sand. I just know the breeze felt good against my skin, and the grass was cool and comforting. 

I cried, an ugly, gulping, gut wrenching cry - until there wasn’t anything left. And then I sat back against the cliffs and stared up at the sky until the sun rose. I didn’t want to return to the apartment, so I didn’t.

And then the next day I went and dyed my hair black. I need to find some white clothing, to mark the passing of the troupe, my family, and for Esila. The Esila I knew and loved - not the one who wanted to trade me to I guess slavers. The woman I had known to be a good person.

I will mourn her death, because she had lived, and she had brought me joy, even if it had been made of lies.

#ic #zahra kouris #zahra kha

[canadachronicles]

#Can't wait!!! #LOL #Sara #Sara Quin #Sara Kiersten Quin #Sid #Baby Sid #Baby Sidney #Sara and Sid #Sara and Sidney #Sara and her Crybaby #Stacy Reader #Sara and Stacy #Tegan and Sara #Favorite Calgarian #Favorite Albertan #Favorite Vancouverite #Favorite British Columbian #Favorite Canadian #Favorite Canadians #Canadian Instagram #Canada Chronicles

[gestippeldedieseltreinworm]

#tegan and sara #tegan quin #Sid #I’m not crying you are #terfs stop fcking touching #tns hate terfs #and so do I

[always-on-fire-for-sara]

x

#tegan and sara #sara quin #tegan quin #sid #my post #my gif

[royalty-red]

Z-Stars Social Media: Updated (bolded is new)

Bell

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Blink

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Carlyn

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Gai

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[zamboni-princess]

GRE Word Root Study

A – agnostic

An – Anonymous

Ab -  abdicate

Able – insatiable

Ible – Tangible

Ac – acidic

Acr – acrid

Act – actuate

Ag – antagonize

Acou – acoustics

Ad – advance

Al/Ali/Alter – alternate

Am – amorous

Ambi – ambiguous

Amphi – amphibious

Ambl/Ambul – ambulatory

Anim – animated

Annui – Annual

Enni – perennial

Ant/Ante – anterior

Anthro – anthropology

Andr – androgynous

Anti – antimatter

Apo – apogee

Aqua – aquatic

Arch/Archi/Archy – archetype

Ard – arduous

Auto – autonomous

Be – belittle

Bel/Bell – Belladonna

Bell – antebellum

Ben/Bene – benefit

Bi/Bin – bifocal

Bon/Boun – bountiful

Brev – abbreviate

Brid – abridge

Burs – reimburse

Cad – cadence

Cid – coincidence

Cant/Cent/Chant – cantor

Cap – capture

Cip – participate

Cept – intercept

Cap/Captit/Cipit – captain

Card/Cord/Cour – cardiac

Carn – carnivore

Cast – outcast

Chaste – chastise

Caus/Caut – cauterize

Ced/Ceed – intercede

Cess – abscess

Celer – accelerate

Cent – centennial

Centr – central

Cern/Cert -  discern

Cret/Crit - discriminate

Crim – criminal

Chrom – monochrome

Chron – chronological

Circu/Circum – circumvent

Cis – desist

Cla/Clo/Clu – close

Claim/Clam – clamor

Cli – incline

Co/Col/Com/Con – collective, comradery

Cogn/Conn – cognitive

Contra/Contro – contraceptive

Counter – Counterproductive

Corp/Cors – corporation

Cosm – cosmic

Cour – courier

Cur – recurrent

Cre/Cret/Cresc - crescendo

Cred – credible

Crypt – cryptic

Cub/cumb – succumb

Culp – culpable

Dac – didactic

Doc – doctrine

De – detach

Dele – delete

Dem – democracy

Dext – ambidextrous

Di – diary

Di/Dia – dialogue

Di/Dif/Dis -discontinue

Dic/Dict/Dit – diction

Dign – dignity

Dog/Dox – dogma

Dol – condolences

Don/Dot/Dow – endow

Dorm – dormant

Dors – dorsal

Dub – dubious

Duc/Duct – aqueduct

Dulc – dulce

Dur – durable

Dys -dysfunctional

E/Ex – extramarital

Ego – egotistic

Em/En – engage

Epi – epidural

Equ – equilateral

Err – erroneous

Esce – adolescence

Eu – eulogy

Extra – extraterrestrial

Fab/fam – fabricate

Fac/Fic/Fig/Fait/Feit/Fy – fiction, figure, counterfeit

Fal – fallacy

Fatu – infatuate

Fer – transfer

Ferv – fervent

Fi/Fid – fidelity

Fin – infinite

Flagr/Flam – flammable

Flect/Flex – deflect, reflex

Flu/Flux – Fluctuate, reflux

Fore – forbearance

Fort – unfortunate

Fort – fortitude

Fra/Frac – fracture

Frag/Fring – fragment

Fug – refugee

Fulg – interfulgent

Fum – fumes

Fus – refuse

Gen – genesis

Gni/Gno – agnostic

Grad/Gress – transgress

Gram/Graph – telegram, telegraph

Grat – gratitude

Greg – segregation

Hap – happenstance

Hemi – hemisphere

Her/Hes – Adhere, adhesive

Hetero – heteronormative

Hol – holistic

Hom – Homogenous

Hum – humanity

Hyper – hyperactive

Hypo – hypochondriac

Icon – iconic

Idio – idiosyncrasy

In/Im – impartial

In/Im – Impervious

Inter – interstellar

Intra – intrastate

It/Iter – itinerary

Ject – object

Joc – jockey

Join/Jug/Junct – conjugate, conjunction, conjoin

Jour – journal

Jur – jurisdiction

Juv -juvenile

Lang/Ling – lingual

Laud – applaud

Lav/Lau/Lu – launder

Lax/Lease/Les – loose

Lec – lecture

Leg/Lex – Lexicon

Lect/Leg – selection

Lev – levitate

Li/Lig – ligament

Liber – liberty

Lith – blithe

Loc/Log/Loqu – loquacious

Luc/Lum/Lus – illuminate

Lud/Lus – delude, illusion

Macro – macro-economics

Mag – magnificent

Maj – majestic

Max – maximum

Mal/Male – malevolent

Man/Manu – manipulate

Mand/Mend – commend, demand

Medi – medial

Mega – Megadome

Micro – microorganism

Min – miniscule

Mis – mishap

Mise – compromise

Mob/Mom/Mot/Mov – motor, movement

Moll – emollient

Mon/mono – monorail

Mon/Monit – monitor

Mor/Mort – mortician

Morph – amorphic

Mult – multitude

Mut – mutation

Nat/Nas/Nai/Gna – cognate

Nau/Nav – nautical

Nihil – annihilate

Noc/Nox – noxious

Noct/Nox – nocturnal

Nom – economy

Nom/Nym/Noun/Nown – renown, nominate

Non – nondescript

Nounc/Nunc – annunciate, pronounce

Nov/Neo/Nou – novitiate

Null – annul

Ob – obstain

Omni – omnipotent

Oner – exonerate

Oss/Oste – ossicles

Pac/Peac – peaceful

Palp – palpable

Pan/Pant – expandable

Par – partake

Para – paradigm

Pas/Pat/Path – pathology

Pau/Po/Pov/Pu – impoverish, pauper

Pec – pecuniary

Ped – pediatrics

Ped/Pod – podiatrist

Pel – propel

Pen/Pun – compensate

Pen/Pene – penultimate

Pend/pens – compensate

Per – per chance

Peri – pericardium

Pet/Pit – competition

Phil – philanthropy

Phob – phobia

Phon – phonetics

Photo – photosynthesis

Plac – placate, complacent

Ple/Plen – plentiful

Plex/Plic/Ply – complex

Poly – polyhedron

Pon/Pos/Pound – position

Port – portage

Post – posterior

Pot – potion

Pre – prefrontal

Prehend/Prise – apprehend

Pri/Prim – primordial

Pro – proficient

Prob – probe

Prod/Prox – approximate

Pro/Proto – prototype

Psud/Pseudo – pseudonym

Pug – repugnant

Punc/Pung/Poign – punctuate, poignant

Pyr – pyrotechnics

Quad/Quar/Quat – quarter

Que/Quis – quest

Quie/Quit – quiet

Quin/Quint – quintuplets

Raci/Radi – radiate

Rami – ramification

Re – repeat

Rect – erect

Reg – regal

Retro -retrograde

Rid/Ris – ridicule

Rog – interrogate

Rub/Rud – ruddy

Rud – rude

Sacri/Sanct – sanctify

Sag/Sap/Sav – sage

Sal/Sil/Sault/sult – somersault

Sal – salt

Salu – salutations

Salv – salvage

San – sanitary

Sang – sanguine

Sat – insatiable

Sci – omniscience

Scribe/Script – scripture

Se – separate

Sec/Seq/Sue/Sui – sequential

Sed/Sess/Sid – possess

Sem – seminary

Semi – semicircle

Sen – senior

Sens/Sent – sentient

Sin/Sinu -sinusoidal

Sol – solitude

Sol – solace

Sol – solstice

Somn – insomnia

Soph – sophisticated

Sourc/Surg/Surrect – resurrect

Spec/Spic – speculate

Spir – respiration

Sta/Sti – stationary

Strict/String/Strang – stringent, strangle

Sua – suave

Sub/Sup – subliminal

Summ – summit

Super/Sur – surpass

Sym/syn – sync

Tac/Tic – tactical

Tact/Tag/Tam/Tang – tactile, tangible

Tain/Ten/Tent/Tin – maintain, tenant

Tend/Tens/Tent/Tenu – distend, tense

Test – tesify

Theo – theologian

Therm – thermometer

Tim – intimidate

Tor/Torq/Tort – contort

Torp – torpedo

Tox – toxin

Tract – tractor

Trans – transatlantic

Ult – ultimate

Umbr – umbrion

Un – unavailable

Und – undertow

Uni/Un – universal

Urb – urban

Us/Ut – utilize

Vail/Val – valiant

Ven/Vent – venture

Ver – verity

Verb – verbiage

Verd – verdigris

Vers/Vert – convert

Vi – viable

Vid/Vis – visualize

Vil – anvil

Vira – viral

Voc/Vok – vocation

Vol – volunteer

Vola/Volv – revolve

Vor - carnivorous

#studyblr #gre #word roots #study help #vocab #vocabulary

[chaosintheavenue]

When I say I have a lot of OCs, I am not in any way exaggerating...

I’ve wanted to make my whole OC cast in one Picrew for a long time, and I finally spent a whole day making almost everyone on this Picrew! I also included a few previews of characters I’ve discussed but never shown before (and one who’s never been mentioned anywhere until now), and a handful of non-Fallout OCs that I’d previously made.

Only major OC I left out was Chel, simply because I made Charlie on this Picrew over a year ago and really like how it came out, and in the time since the options have changed in a way that I can't get Chel looking the same. Believe me, I tried!

Starring:

Top row: Ashlen, Brutus, Catherine, Charlie, Cody, Dana, Decima

Second: Elyse, Ezra, young Grace, older Grace, Jacob, James, JJ

Third: Kae, Lunya, Natalia, Ness, Quin, Red, Sabina

Bottom: Sid, young Sigrid, older Sigrid, Tibbs, Victoria, pre-OWB Violet, post-OWB Violet

(Tumblr is probably going to destroy this image, but I have each individual Picrew saved if folks want to see anyone in better detail!)

And finally, a quick meme in case anyone is eagle-eyed enough to notice Nina’s absence in the collage...

#picrew #oc cast #there's no way i can tag all of them #except we can tag the very first appearance of #Dana #aaalso to make sure you imagine it right #the first syllable of Dana has the vowel from car not day #so it basically sounds like Donna in some american accents #knife tw #blood tw #a tiny bit but still

[goldenroleplay]

SYDNEY QUIN  (JESSICA ALBA FC)  is looking for their EX HUSBAND.     OPEN  /  TAKEN.  

NAME:  Richard “Rich” Samuels  ( first name can be changed! ) AGE RANGE: 38-42 SUGGESTED FC/S: CONNECTION SUMMARY:  CHILD LOSS TW.  Sid and Rich met out of high school and were hardly sweethearts.  She worked in an Australian bar frequented by the pilot,  and after a month of dating,  he joked that she should join him on his next flight to his hometown,  Golden.  Sid wasn’t joking when she said yes, exactly the type to pack her bags and leave everything she knew;  she’d done it before,  after all.  This fast pace was kept up;  within a year,  their wedding was planned and Sid was carrying their child.  Ivy was born and the wild party animal settled down into a life of love with her family,  but this was a short-lived bliss.  The passing of their child killed their marriage,  too;  Sid and Rich grew distant and toxic,  until she threw (yes,  literally),  divorce papers into his face.  Whatever Rich has been up to in the 13 years since is up to you,  whether he remained in Golden or is moving back.   ETC. LINKS:  THIS tag. OOC CONTACT: sydneyquin

#town rpg #oc rpg #lsrpg #oc rp #rpg #wc