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beautifulfaaces · 2 years
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Matreya Scarrwener
Facts
February 23, 1998
Canadian actress
Filmography
Hope [Soft-Spoken Weepy Cult Child: 2022]
Sally [Fakes: 2022]
Andie [Andie the Great: 2021]
Lucy [Friends Like These: 2019]
Doa [Imaginary Mary: 2017]
Sheila [Falling Skies: 2014]
Geenie [Chick: 2012]
Appearance
brunette
brown eyes
freckles
Roleplay
playable: child, teenager, young adult
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whetstonefires · 1 year
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more substantive thing about Glass Onion and then i think this is all my thoughts: i really liked something i feel was clearly shown in the flashbacks but not outright stated, which was that andi knew damn well miles bron was a dumb huckster.
that's what she wanted him for. she needed that ability to throw himself into his latest shill with total commitment, because of his need to believe in his own hype. the 'reality distortion' of his hard sell.
she knew that to get what she wanted out of life, she needed to harness that confidence of a mediocre white man we all talk about.
that it would open doors that would stay unmoved in the face of all her brilliance, and polish, and perfected rich bitch voice.
there's a lot of these guys out there, and she picked a dumb one because she planned for him to be the front man to her mastermind. (apologies to paul mccartney lol i don't mean to impugn your intelligence.) a smarter man would have had his own plans, would be harder to use as a mouthpiece for her better ones. she would have needed to find an actual partner and not a tool, and she didn't trust like that.
duke wasn't actually wrong to say they were all playing the same shitty game and andi lost. i mean, he was morally wrong but he wasn't incorrect.
like blanc says, she thought that because she was better than bron, because she was the genius and he was the cheap con artist, he wasn't dangerous. and in the end that was where it all fell apart.
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tombstoneswerewaiting · 4 months
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something about how ioh, folie, mania, and smfs are all connected and i’m not normal about it
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andy-clutterbuck · 30 days
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𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞
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worksby-d · 6 months
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Wrong Donut
Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant!Reader
Summary: You can't get your favorite donut with your coffee, so Andy lets you cry to him about it over the phone 😖 (Idea from a lovely anon).
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Warnings: None. Just soft and silly 🤭
Word count: ~800
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Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. 
You roll your eyes at yourself. Repeating the words in your head only makes it worse really. 
Pulling up to the drive thru window, you’re thankful you have your sunglasses on so the teenager working doesn’t have to see that he inadvertently ruined a pregnant woman's day by telling you that they’re out of your favorite donut.
The short drive back to work is spent blinking tears away so you can see. You think–hope–it does the trick to ward them off completely.
It feels like you’re in the clear until you sit down at your desk to drink your coffee and, reluctantly, the donut the guy recommended to you instead of your usual. You only said yes to it because any more words out of your mouth would have given away the sob you were holding back.
You break down when you open the paper bag and catch a glimpse of it. Not the same.
“Fuck,” you curse at yourself for being so upset, pushing the bag away. 
Wiping some tears off your cheeks with your sweater, you grab your phone and fast walk down the hall to a restroom so no one can see you. 
The only way you know how to cope lately is calling Andy and hoping he has time to let you vent. The poor guy. You suspect one of these days he’ll just stop taking your calls, but you hope it's not today. 
It takes a few deep breaths before you can get yourself to dial his number.
On his end, he sees his phone light up and he knows the drill since you're only voice calling and not video calling like you usually prefer with him. 
“Hi, honey,” he answers carefully, bracing himself. 
“Hi,” you answer back, ready to lose it again from just hearing his voice. 
He can hear the frown on your face. 
“What's wrong?” 
“I got the wrong donut,” you sniffle. 
That's a new one, he thinks to himself. “What?” 
“I went to get my coffee and donut, but I had to go during lunch because I was running late this morning,” you recount. Tears fill your eyes again. “But because it was later in the day and they were busy, they didn't have the donut I wanted. I had to get a different one. And it's just not... right.”
He tries his best not to laugh, he really does. 
“I'm sorry that happened.” You can hear the tinge of amusement in his voice, but he's also being genuine. “It’s just a donut though, baby…” 
“I know,” you sob – Loud enough for him to hold his phone away from his ear for a second. “I think that's why I'm crying. I know it's stupid.” 
He can't help but laugh now. “It's not stupid,” he assures. “You’re just emotional.” 
He just listens to the residual crying on your end until it sounds like you're ready to talk again. 
“Where are you, by the way?” 
“Hiding in the bathroom.” 
He smiles hearing you laugh a little. 
“Did you eat?” He asks. Stupid question. He bites his lip. “I know it wasn't the you-know-what that you wanted, but you have to eat.” 
You roll your eyes at the way he censors the word. 
“Not yet…” You sigh, fixing your smudged makeup while you finish talking to him. Or maybe not. “Will you stay on the phone with me? Distract me while I do?”
He can't say no to you. “Of course.” 
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When you get home from work a couple hours later, you’ve forgotten all about your mid-day crisis. It was just like all of the other minute things that have made you cry over the past couple weeks. 
You don’t question that you got home before Andy. Every evening is a little different depending on how busy each of you are. Besides, you probably did hold him up by crying to him during your lunch break anyway. So you just go ahead and get everything out that you need for dinner while you wait for him.
Hearing the door open, you call out to let him know you’re in the kitchen. 
“Hi,” you beam at him. 
He’s relieved to see you smiling as he crosses the room to give you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hey, sweetie.”
Your eyes become focused on a paper bag in his hand though, giving him a look when he sets it on the counter in front of you. 
“What’s that?” 
“For you,” he winks. 
You’re skeptical, grabbing the bag and opening it slowly. You let out a short laugh catching sight of the donut that you wanted so badly earlier. 
“My donut?” You pout, looking back at him. “You found one?”
“Oh God, don’t cry,” he chuckles seeing the look in your eyes and pulls you into his arms. “That was supposed to do the opposite.”
“I can’t help it,” you sniffle, closing your eyes and pressing your face into his neck to keep yourself from crying. “Thanks.”
“It was a fresh batch. I'll go back and buy them all for you...”
He says it like he's joking, but you don't think he is. That's exactly something he would do for you.
“No, it's okay,” you laugh, holding your arms around him tighter as if to keep him from doing so. “Don't want anyone else going through what I did.”
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glassofpumpkinjuice · 30 days
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arms race
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nicolascageisagoth · 8 months
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Depeche Mode, ⛓️Some Great Reward
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 2 months
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THE FISHERMAN
by Andy Walsh
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amaranth · 1 year
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FALL OUT BOY @ 2023 NHL ALL-STAR GAME
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petewentzisblack1312 · 10 months
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something people arent really mentioning about the we didnt start the fire cover is that as part of it fall out boy are giving away a trip and vip backstage tickets to their boston show, and to enter you have to sign a petition asking for support of the lgbt community or donate to one of three organisations, including the bands charity fund, the human rights campaign and everytown for gun safety. so i dont think its that bad.
enter here
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badnewswhatsleft · 3 months
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03 saturday mv - commentary (pete)
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echofades · 26 days
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STATION 19 | 7.04: Trouble Man Directed by Stefania Spampinato
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violetcancerian · 3 months
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I apologize for the person I'm going to become with the new Alexander the Great documentary on Netflix
But also as a history major with an interest in queerness in ancient history, I do not apologize
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andy-clutterbuck · 3 months
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The Ones Who Live premiere in Los Angeles | 2/7/24
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tombstoneswerewaiting · 3 months
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infinity on high, 2007 vices and virtues, 2011
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worksby-d · 8 months
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A Great Mentor: Only If You Like It
A One Shot
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Summary: You sit down with Andy to settle on a first and middle name for your daughter. 
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Warnings: None 🥰
Word count: ~800
a/n: Even though this is part of a series, it can def be read alone. I MISS THIS SERIES SO MUCH.
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All you want to do is say hi and let him know you’re home, but he doesn’t give you the chance, pouting when you walk into his home office. 
“No,” he groans–almost whines as if you ruined something–gently closing his laptop as he drags the word out. “You’re home already?”
You open your mouth to retort, but you just scoff, “Yeah.” And you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Don’t sound so happy about it.” 
“No, that’s not–” He shakes his head, laughing a little. He holds his arm out and waves you in to come closer to him and you roll your eyes as you push off the door frame to let him draw you in. “I’m just finishing up, sweetheart. But I wanted to have dinner ready before you got home for once.”
“Well, that’s okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”
He takes your hand once you get within reach of him, and you know where he wants you, but you just lean against his desk instead. 
It’s his turn to give you a questioning look. He’s used to you sitting on his lap. 
“C’mere…”
“I’m getting too heavy for that,” you mumble, resisting his gentle tug. 
“No you’re not,” he laughs quietly, giving one more reassuring try. “I’m strong, I promise.”
You give in, letting him pull you down to sit with him. With one arm around your back and his other hand on your growing belly, he gets you to relax. 
“See, you’re fine,” he winks. 
You ignore his told you so, wanting to get back to the cooking thing.
“I’d rather cook anyway.” You never let an opportunity to tease him slip away. “Remember that time I got sick after eating your parmesan chicken?”
“Hey now,” he chuckles. “That was before we were even together.”
“I know, I had to lie to my parents and say I was hungover the next morning when I was lying on their bathroom floor,” you laugh, giving him a playful shove. “Because telling them I was wasted was safer than telling them I was sneaking around with you the night before!”
“That was so long ago.” He shakes his head thinking back. “I’m sorry my cooking is subpar and maybe known for getting you sick once… or twice. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nod, giving him a quick consolation kiss. 
“How was your day?”
“Good,” you sigh, leaning against him a little more. “Really long.”
“Mm,” he hums, just holding you a moment, enjoying the quiet after all day. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thanks,” you smile. He reminds you every chance he gets, especially during the past few months. “I–We,” you correct yourself, placing your hand on top of his over your stomach. “–Want to talk about something.”
“Yeah?”
“About her name…” Your voice trails off as you wait for his reaction. 
“Honey–” He chimes in immediately. “I’ve been thinking about it. I like Evren. I think it’s a beautiful name.”
You try to interrupt him. You don’t need to settle on her first name yet. But he doesn’t let you stop him.
“I can tell you really love it. And it’s growing on me… I think.”
You laugh a little at his rambling, running your fingers through his hair. 
“You really like it?”
“Yeah, angel.”
“That was easy,” you tease, sitting up proudly as if you just won something. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about middle names…”
He gives you a look, clearly confused. He doesn’t see the need for that yet without having agreed on a first name thus far. 
“I was just going to say that whatever we choose for her first name has to go with her middle name,” you explain. “And I have one that I want to run by you.”
“Oh, this’ll be good,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly. 
“Stop,” you laugh, swatting at his arm before getting more serious. “How do you feel about Marianne?”
“Mari–” He softly begins to repeat it, processing what you said. “Like my mom? Marianne?”
“Yeah,” you nod slowly. 
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” you let out a small laugh. “It’s a beautiful name. But only if you like it.” 
“I love it,” he quickly assures you. “Evren Marianne…”
It’s your turn to repeat him, mirroring his smile as you listen to how the names sound together out loud.
“I love you,” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re sure?”
“I’m so sure,” you promise. He lifts his head to look at you when you gently nudge him. “I love when you talk about your mom. I want Evren to know her.”
He nods, leaning to give you a soft kiss. “Me too.”
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