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hero-israel · 1 year

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What do you think of Reform Jews? I don’t have a problem with it necessarily, but I have noticed it has been the movement of choice for many anti-Zionists to convert into and it’s been making me feel iffy about reform Jews I meet lately bc I don’t know if they’re just a Jew who have been burned by Orthodoxy for their sexuality for example and just want a safe(r) space for them to be both Jewish and Gay, or if they’re a Jew who just converted to legitimize their antiZionism and antisemitism shdjdk which I know is my problem bc I shouldn’t make assumptions about ppl just bc they’re reform

You shouldn't make assumptions about Reform Jews. Or about converts either.

Converts are Jews - full stop - and must always be welcomed, as their souls were welcomed at Sinai. I find it next to impossible to believe that there is any significant trend of people converting to Judaism in order to be anti-Zionist troublemakers. Given how long and involved conversion is (and Reform conversions are just as valid), "haters coming in to attack us" probably happens about as much as razorblades in Halloween candy.

When it comes to anti-Zionist Jews, the call is coming from inside the house. To an overwhelming extent they were born Jewish along one of two paths:

Ultra-Orthodox haredi Judaism (Neturei Karta, Satmar, "True Torah Judaism," etc), who hate Israel both because it was formed by mortal men with smelly armpits instead of by Moshiach with a red heifer, and because Israel is much too tolerant and liberal with too many rights for minorities instead of being a theocratic kingdom where all non-Jewish faiths have been totally eliminated. They "support Palestine" only because it isn't time to wipe out the Palestinians yet, and are every bit as cynical and apocalyptic as the Christian Zionists who want Israel to persist until it is destroyed in the Rapture.

Raised lapsed and unobservant, with Jewish identity totally irrelevant to their lives, to the point that even antisemitism meant nothing to them, so from either the "push" or the "pull" aspects a Jewish state was senseless to them. Judith Butler, Noam Chomsky, Eli Valley, Norman Finkelstein, Alan Rickman, Jackie Walker, Arthur Hays Sulzberger.

It is very hard to convert to Judaism, and we should want more people to persevere through that. It is very easy to throw away a culture and history that seems totally irrelevant to oneself, and we should want those conditions to stop entirely. The latter is a much more real cause of anti-Zionism. It is totally backwards to presume converts must be bringing weakness and subversion with them. I always expect they have joined us out of love and I have never met a case otherwise. The way we slow down the growth of anti-Zionism within the Jewish community is by helping to build dialogue and warmth among people who were born Jewish but for whatever reason feel disconnected and apathetic about Judaism. Show them the community they can still have with us; when we don't, they enter college with a gnawing void of meaning inside them and are easy prey for "Jews for Jesus in Palestine" groups (i.e. If Not Now, formed and led by evangelical Christians).

And since I am Reform, my family is Reform, my children are Reform, "what I think of Reform Jews" is that we're just fine, thanks. The basic "point" of Reform Judaism is to attempt to realize equal treatment for women, LGBT Jews (with gender-neutral ceremonies if requested), and children of interfaith parents, with clergy roles available for all of the above (rabbis, cantors, mohels, etc.), and girls reading from the Torah at their bat mitzvahs; this used to be really distinctive but with overall social trends it no longer is. In terms of social politics, inclusion, and Hebrew-to-English ratio during services, a Conservative shul in 2023 is pretty much a Reform shul in 1993. Where Reform congregations do still stand out is in their full embrace of patrilineal Jews, and in my opinion other congregations should follow that lead as well. I expect they will.

I deliberately left out Jews of color from that list as I think all denominations have been poor at welcoming them. Anyone who wants to give it a go first, please feel free.

#this post has more personal information about myself than I have put on this blog in 8 years #judaism #zionism #anti-zionism #jumblr

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deirdreskye · 7 months

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gender troublemakers 1993 could be used to extract the names and addresses of my co-conspirators the transbian yearning is so fucking unbearable for me lately

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hellsdaydreamwastaken · 11 months

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NW Gender Troublemakers (1993), whose poster doesn't have any words on it. Just remembered I should be watching queer films for Pride Month so gonna try to knock a few shorts out the evening and starting with this one!

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - percy is taken by the men (women) in black

Ok, so by what I've been hearing, there has been some confusion regarding the timeline, so here's the full explanation: figure it out for yourselves. My beta reader and I have already discussed this (MONTHS AGO IN FACT!) and we ultimately decided to not go into any specifics because it wasn't important to the story and the only thing you guys needed to know was that Percy and Annabeth were 18 now, and it's after the first Avengers movie and that Thor's not there. Got it? Ok, now to the real good stuff!

Thank you to all the people who have responded kindly to this story. Honestly, it made my day to find that I had already received 3 reviews on ff before it had even been out an hour. So, thanks so much guys.

THIS IS STILL CANON I JUST HAVEN'T HAD THE CHARACTERS MENTION MAGNUS CHASE OR THE KANES YET YOU MONGRELS!!! Ok. I think I covered everything. Stay safe and happy reading!

- your author

PS hopefully these will start to get shorter cuz I hate reading long A/Ns on other fanfics so I don't want to be THAT person.

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Knock Knock

"Come in, Hill," Fury said, already knowing it would be his second-in-command.

As she entered, Fury noticed a slight change in her attitude. It wasn't large, but it was noticeable to the experienced spy's eyes. It was almost- confusion? What could she have discovered that caused her to be confused?

"Sir, I found a possible suspect. He's...not what we expected," Hill told him, placing a file on his desk.

The file included a single piece of paper. A SINGLE PIECE OF PAPER!!! Who was this guy that could evade SHIELD's suspicion for so long? Surely, someone smart. Very smart.

"What do you mean, Hill?" he asked, picking up the paper.

The woman in question cleared her throat before responding, "See for yourself. He's just a kid."

Not displaying any surprise, though there was some going through his head, Fury read the information on the sheet:

Name: PERSEUS "PERCY" JACKSON

Gender: MALE

Age/DOB: 18; AUGUST 18, 1993

Status: ALIVE

Last Known Location: MANHATTAN, NY

Place of Birth: MANHATTAN, NY

Race: CAUCASIAN

Height: 6'1"

Hair: BLACK

Eyes: GREEN

Disabilities: DYSLEXIA, ADHD

Family: Sally Blofis (Formerly Jackson), Mother - ALIVE

Paul Blofis, Step Father - ALIVE

Estelle Blofis, Maternal Half Sister - ALIVE

Gabe Ugliano, Step Father - MISSING

BIOLOGICAL FATHER UNKNOWN

Education: GOODE HIGH SCHOOL - EXPELLED

YANCY ACADEMY - EXPELLED

...6 OTHER EXPULSIONS

Abilities/Weapons: CLASSIFIED

Other Info: Was involved in a nation-wide manhunt at 12 years old; Pushed class into shark tank; Blew up school bus with colonial cannon; Flooded an Aquarium; Seen traveling Greece with six other teens after missing three months of school (wasn't reported missing by parents);Suspected abilities; Was seen at Brooklyn Bridge explosion

Fury sighed. Just great. Another troublemaker to give him a headache. And what was with the Classified stamp? Nothing is classified to the director of the company who created the file, so why was this?

Deciding to put it off for further thought, and steeling himself over again, Fury gave his orders to Agent Hill, "Find him. Bring him in for questioning. Don't make a scene."

They were simple orders in themselves, but Fury knew better than to expect everything to go smoothly. Any second grader could figure out that Perseus Jackson was not one to do things smoothly. Hell, it would be a miracle if they even got the chance to talk to the kid before he did some crazy stunt that would most likely get someone hurt. That's just how Fury's luck was.

"Understood, sir. I'll let you know when we have him in custody," Hill answered before briskly striding out the office door.

Fury sighed once she was gone, running a hand over his face. With nobody watching, he could truly let the stress on the inside seep into the outside. It wasn't just this one case either, there had been a couple other bombings popping up around the US, and they weren't any closer to finding the source. All they knew about them was that they were connected and that they were seemingly random attacks. Add finding Jackson to the mix and his mind was about ready to implode.

But unfortunately, the director of SHIELD didn't have time for breaks, so he went back to work on the multitude of information residing on his desk.

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Percy and Annabeth were back at home, which was currently the Blofis apartment, and they were enjoying every minute of it. With his sister Estelle around, there was always something to do. Percy absolutely adored his sister. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Just another side effect of his fatal flaw.

He hadn't told his mother or Paul what had happened during their trip, not wanting to worry them, but he had given Annabeth the simple explanation when he got back. He made sure to stress that he had been discreet, so she had eventually given up the interrogation. That's why it was such a surprise when they were sent a visitor not a week later.

When it happened, Percy was playing with Estelle in the living room while Annabeth studied in their room. Even though she had graduated from high school early, and they weren't due to start at New Rome University for several months, she insisted on keeping up with her studies. He, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less about school. The only reason he was going to college was so he could stay near Annabeth.

Sally was cooking lunch in the kitchen, and Paul was at work. There wasn't much the man could do for the case of Percy's expulsion from Goode, but he still worked there as an English teacher. And Percy used the powers of being a savior of Olympus to get a diploma for himself from the gods anyway. Annabeth still made him study sometimes, but he figured it was the least he could do after practically giving his girlfriend a heart attack when he announced he wasn't planning on finishing mortal high school.

Just as he was about to let Estelle win their game of cars, there was a knock at the door. Since his mother was closer to it, Percy didn't feel the need to interrupt his playtime with his baby sister. A year ago, Percy would have bolted to the door to make sure it wasn't a monster, but ever since the end of the Giant War, monsters tended to steer clear of the smell of the sea. Besides Kelli, of course. She was a perpetual nuisance for Percy.

And just as he was about to make his car lose, his mother called him, "Percy! There's someone at the door for you."

He was immediately on alert. The way his mom's voice sounded made it seem like she was trying to warn him, so his mind went straight down monster lane. Gripping Riptide in his pocket, Percy made his way to the front door, trying to act casual, but his muscles were tensed for battle.

"Coming, Mom!" he answered.

What he found was certainly not what he was expecting. Sure, it wouldn't have been a surprise to find that it wasn't obviously a monster, but his eyes weren't completely masked by the Mist. He could still tell when in the presence of something related to the divine, and he most-certainly was not in that moment.

As he got to the door, he noticed that his mom had positioned her body to block the entrance to the apartment. So not a monster, but possibly a threat, he concluded.

"Who's this?" he asked his mom, taking her place in front of the doorway.

"I'm Agent Hill with the FBI, and I have a few questions to ask. Would it be alright if we stepped inside?" the woman introduced herself, flashing a badge.

Percy wished he could have checked the badge's authentication, but his dyslexia prohibited that. He did his best to keep a cool persona as he acted like he could actually read what was on the badge. Given that his mother hadn't made any protests, he passed it off as good enough.

He narrowed his eyes at the agent, assessing her threat level quickly before deciding that saying 'no' would cause more trouble than saying 'yes' and answering with a simple, "Sure."

He and his mom backed away and let the women enter before shutting the door behind them. As the woman walked inside, Percy and his mom shared a silent conversation. He told her to take Estelle to her room and stay with her after alerting Annabeth of their visitor. He was sure that his girlfriend had already figured it out, but better to be safe than sorry.

"Take a seat. Do you want anything to drink?" Percy gestured to the kitchen table and went to grab glasses out of the cupboard.

The woman took a seat before saying, "Some water would be great, thank you."

Percy mentally noted that the woman was keeping a professional front while trying to still be friendly.

After he had gotten the water and sat himself down across from Agent Hill, he said, "You said you wanted to ask some questions. I'm not sure why, though. I haven't done anything."

Hill took a sip of her water before responding, "Well, we are just going over some of our older files and wanted to fill in some blanks on yours. For instance, where were you when you disappeared? We have a record saying you were spotted in Greece."

Percy had been prepared for this question. Annabeth had ingrained it in his head after he had run into his old swim team and had fumbled over an answer. After that, Annabeth had come up with a whole explanation for what seemed like every possible question out there.

So, he quickly answered, "I was with my dad."

He had been told that it was best to answer with short sentences. That way there was less room for confusion. Honestly, he was surprising himself with the calmness he exhibited. Annabeth had suspected he would end up needing her to rescue him if the need for these explanations ever arose.

"I thought you didn't know who your dad was," Hill countered smoothly, gaze becoming almost snake-like.

"We recently connected. He lives in Greece," Percy said.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out some blond curls peeking out from the edge of the hallway leading to the bedrooms. His mind let out a sigh at the knowledge that his Wise Girl was here to save him from whatever inevitable mistake he made.

"Ok, then could you please inform me of his name?" Hill asked, "And then maybe we could travel somewhere more private for the rest of my questions."

She could tell that they were being spied on, then. That seemed like a little above the average skill-level of an FBI agent to Percy, but he was just basing his thoughts off of movies, so he wasn't too sure.

Whatever the case, there was no way that he was going to go anywhere with Agent Hill. Here at home, he was on his turf. Wherever he was taken would be unknown territory, and it was common sense to not go into there.

Trying to dodge the name question, he said, "I'm not going anywhere with you without a warrant. I have rights, you know."

He was just saying what sounded right. Honestly, he had slept through US History. He barely knew who the first president was, let alone his constitutional rights.

"Those are irrelevant with probable cause, and we're only going to ask some more questions. I promise that if you come calmly, there will be no record of it anywhere," Hill said, standing up and brushing off invisible dirt from her clothes.

Percy thought about it, he really did...for a whole three seconds. I mean, what would one expect from the most irrational person on the planet?

"Yeah...sorry but I'm not going anywhere with you, especially not calmly," he said, standing up and reaching into his pocket again.

Even though he knew that the Agent was a mortal, and that Riptide would be useless in a fight against her, he still had an instinct to go for his most-trusted weapon when endangered. And in the moment, he felt extremely endangered.

Hill seemed to be trying to inconspicuously reach for her gun, but he saw it. His ADHD had kicked into overdrive, and he was noticing every little movement the woman made. ADHD could come in handy sometimes.

"Mr. Jackson, I highly suggest you stand down and let me take you in. I don't want this to get messy," Hill said smoothly, holding a hand out in a placating gesture.

"Too bad everything I do gets messy," Percy said, trying to simply swipe Agent Hill's legs out from under her, but she jumped over it and threw a punch to his temple, which is swiftly dodged.

Percy may have been taught to never hit girls when he was younger, but when he became a demigod, he learned that a threat could come from anywhere, and more often than not, it came from the female gender (or something resembling a female).

His signature troublemaker smirk made its way onto his face when he realized that this fight was actually something he had to work for. He wasn't arrogant persay, but he knew what he had defeated before, and a simple mortal isn't usually a comparison to them. But he knew better than to underestimate any opponent. Annabeth taught him that one. Speaking of Annabeth, she was still hiding behind the wall, probably waiting until the prime moment to strike. Always the strategist!

Hill and Percy's fight become a fluid motion. Sometimes they got a hit in, but most of the time it was a game of defend and retaliate. Nobody had the upper hand...yet.

Percy may be better at swordsmanship, but it wasn't like he was completely ignorant to hand-to-hand combat. He knew some stuff, including how to feint and attack. Blame Luke for that one.

So, Percy used the technique. He wasn't actually expecting it to work, considering the obvious skill level of the agent he was fighting, but maybe a simple trick was just the thing he needed to knock her off her game. Even so, when he feinted a punch to her temple, just to pull back and knee her in the stomach, he didn't stop in shock. He let his adrenaline guide him into pulling the woman into a headlock that even Tyson, with all his cyclops strength, would have trouble getting out of.

Hill pulled at his arm a couple times before giving up on that strategy and trying another one: talking, "You know, Perseus, this little display makes it really hard for me to believe you're innocent. In case you haven't noticed, you're holding a federal agent in a headlock."

Percy grip barely loosened, but his determination to defy the agent's questions lessened. She was right. What makes her think that he's one of the good guys if he fought another one of them? Nothing, that's what. Because of this, he let out a large sigh, making eye contact with Annabeth (who's eyes widened in realization and shock), and released Agent Hill. He knew that she had manipulated her, but he also knew that what she had said was true.

As soon as Hill was out of his hold, she turned around while simultaneously pulling her gun out and pointing it at Percy, chest heaving for breath, "Don't move! Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head."

Percy complied, but he could see Annabeth finally slipping into the light, ready to fight off the woman arresting her boyfriend. He met her eyes and tried to convey his thoughts, but she ignored him, instead opting to go ballistic on Agent Hill.

"What do you think you're doing?! Let him go!" she yelled and grabbed Percy as Hill cuffed Percy with some seriously high-tech handcuffs and tried to pull him to his feet.

Hill kept a steel face as she shoved Percy towards the door, "He assaulted a federal agent. I have probable cause."

All of the noise had pulled Sally out of her hiding spot in her daughter's room. Once she saw what was happening, she joined Annabeth in protest. Percy just really wanted them to let it happen. Better it be him than anyone else.

"Mom, Annabeth, let me go. I'll be fine, I promise." Percy said, eyes pleading as they reached the front door.

Annabeth scoffed, eyebrows furrowing, "Like that means anything!"

"Mom, let me go. I'll be fine," After saying that to his mother, Percy turned to Annabeth, "Tell my cousins what's going on. They can help."

He prayed that she understood what he was trying to say. He wanted her to tell their demigod friend's what happened to him, and then they could help her with whatever plan she comes up with. Knowing Annabeth, she already had a plan, though, so there was no doubt in his mind that she had understood what he was insinuating.

Annabeth hesitated before giving him a curt nod. Hill took that as her signal to tug him out the door, but before he was completely gone, Annabeth grabbed his face in her hands and gave him a kiss. They were deepening it as the Agent once again pulled him away. Annabeth and his mom's worried faces followed him until he was inside the elevator, heading down to the lobby.

On the ride down, his entire body tensed up as flashbacks from the Doors of Death shot through his mind. Usually, he could push them away when Annabeth was there with him, but the stress of the previous hour was weighing on his mind, so it became difficult. Hill seemed to think that he was going to try to resist again, so she pulled out her gun again, aiming at his side. For the first time, Percy noticed that the gun looked a little odd; it was glowing blue. Then, before he could react, Hill pulled the trigger and the last thing Percy saw before he blacked out was blue liquid seeping out of his side.

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How was it? Let me know in the comments! As always, like, follow, and reblog pls!! Thank you to my amazing beta reader, nightskywithrainbows on Ao3! This would suck without you! Go check out their writing!

- your author

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#pjo #heroes of olympus #the avengers #mcu #percy jackson and the olympians #fanfic #writing #superheroes #team up #I don't know what other tags to put so here is a super long one

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suburbiashq · 3 years

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cassel resident : annie harlowe.

full name. annie harlowe. age. twenty seven. birthdate. may 27th, 1993 zodiac. gemini gender. female pronouns. she/her occupation. employee at bookends. lives in. main street.

about annie harlowe.

tw: drug abuse, overdose, death of a loved one.

How could two conventional people raise such unconventional children? That was usually the question when Annie and her older brother Robbie were considered. Born to one of Cassel’s prominent couples, Annie was expected to round out the picture-perfect family. They had not planned for her to be born restless. Her parent’s logic-based minds couldn’t understand her energy, creativity, and constant push against them. It was an easy setup for a lonely, stifling life; she was lucky to have Robbie. His free spirit and their shared eccentricities often made others assume they were twins. Together, they were the golden children, despite never quite fitting the mold. Expected to embody perfection, they were adored by others because they didn’t.

They spent their high school years running through the streets of their small town, hosting parties at their family home in the Meadows, and playing music in their garage. They had dreams of leaving Cassel. Skipping town to move to the city, a place that was surely better equipped to handle them. It wasn’t a unique thought, but Annie always wondered why, out of all the incredible places in the world, one would settle in Cassel, Illinois.

After graduation, Annie begrudgingly fulfilled the last dream her parents had for her – attending college. She watched her older brother stagnant on the same sites of their reckless teenage mischief. Now, it was addiction that left him tethered to the town. On her twentieth birthday, they found him overdosed in Miller Park.

The burden of perfection was something the Harlowe siblings shared. Annie wasn’t sure that she could carry it alone. She stayed as long as she could, trying to make her piece fit into the puzzle without him. No matter how hard she tried, the world around her felt incorrect. The draw to those haunted streets gnawed at the back of her mind, but she had a promise to keep: get out of Cassel.

For years she stayed away, guilty for not finding her purpose. Worried that his death was a mistake, that she wasn’t the one meant to survive. There was a thought that always raced through her mind, in the dark. Maybe she needed the small town to keep her in line. To stop her from leaning too far out and straying down the same path he did. It felt important to be close to him. Close to the place that built and broke them. If there were answers, Annie knew they’d be buried somewhere in the earth of their hometown.

Annie is confident that it isn’t a coincidence she is back home and strange things are happening. She remembers all too well what it was like to be a teenage girl in Cassel and isn’t a stranger to the fact that small towns claim victims.

four songs. the void (metric) / lifted (allie x) / troublemaker (herizen) / darker place (rachel chinouriri)

↳ annie harlowe is faced by jodie comer and penned by shaylee.

#c #annie harlowe #jodie comer fc #player : shaylee

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beingharsh · 9 months

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Gender Troublemakers (1993), dir. Mirha-Soleil Ross and Xanthra MacKay

#gender troublemakers #gendertroublemakers #mirha-soleil ross #xanthra mackay #film #film stills #movies #movie stills #cinema #trans #my posts

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go-foxes · 4 years

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01/BASICS

Full Name: Glory Abigail Hoskins Nickname: Possum (A nickname from her father); JD (Short for “Jane Doe,” when she was in the Louisville foster system) Birthday: May 17th Gender: Cis Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Astrological Sign: Taurus (The Week of the Natural). Capricorn Moon. Spoken Languages: English Birthplace: Owls Bend, Missouri Relationship Status: Single

TRIGGER WARNINGS: references to drug abuse, death, abuse, and animal cruelty

02/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: A natural redhead, she started bleaching her hair in Louisville, though her roots often show through. No matter how she wears her hair—down, in a ponytail, bun, or braids—it’s usually messy. Eye Color: Green Face Claim: Sophie Turner Height: 5′9″ Tattoos: She started giving herself stick and poke tattoos in Louisville, or letting a friend do them on her, a new habit to distract from ones she left behind in Owls Bend. The first was a minimalist pine tree, in the inside of her left forearm. Then came the initials “MW” on her left ring and middle fingers, easily disguised as nothing more than artistic zigzags. Then came the coordinates of Owls Bend over the inside of her left wrist. When she didn’t want to be limited to what she could do on herself with her right hand, she let a friend do a more artistic design than she could accomplish on her right shoulderblade: a stylized owl inside an acute angle. During the second week of summer practices, she gave herself a fox paw-print over her right hipbone. When she saves up enough money, she wants to get one professionally done, a half-sleeve with a floral/nature motif. Piercings: The two holes in each lobe were done in the bathroom of a group home, and it shows: they’re off-center, unevenly spaced. Her cartilage piercing, however, she paid to get done professionally. Unique Attributes: She has some scattered scars, a mix of a rough-and-tumble childhood and some of the more memorable of Justice’s punishments. Some of the most noteworthy are: a gash on her thigh from tripping into a barbed wire fence when she was young, which required stitches; a scar on the heel of her right palm from being held to a stove; and faint marks on the insides of her elbows.

03/PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Brave, adventurous, independent, protective, loyal Negative Traits: Stubborn, rebellious, temperamental, reclusive, escapist Hobbies/Interests: Exy, of course, though she sometimes doesn’t feel like she has as much of a claim on it as everyone else, because she only picked it up in high school, and only vaguely knew what it was when she was growing up in Owls Bend. She also watches a lot of TV: they didn’t have a lot of channels growing up and, even then, some of the fiercest fights among her siblings were fights over the remote. Getting to watch whatever she wants, whenever she wants, has yet to get old. She also likes concerts, the kinds in small venues with big mosh pits, after tagging along to some in Louisville. Her oldest interest, though, is nature and the outdoors, but she doesn’t really think of it as much of a hobby—it was always just there. Major/Minor: Still undeclared Insecurities: Even after a year on the Foxes, Glory still feels like an impostor sometimes. She barely played Exy at all in high school. She doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve her new life, her fresh start, her second chance, when other people—(or, really, just one person)—won’t get that chance, because they’re dead. She feels extreme guilt for the part she played in her boyfriend’s overdose, for encouraging his partying and substance abuse and engaging in the same habits herself but not suffering the same consequence for them. It’s made her closed-off to the thought of romance, and even close friendships, as she worries that she might be, somehow, bad for the people she loves. Since leaving Owls Bend, she’s felt unrooted and adrift, and her guilt only exacerbates those feelings of solitude. Quirks/Eccentricities: She has a strong Missouri Ozarks accent that got her made fun of a lot in Louisville. She hasn’t lost the habit of liking to climb trees, but with Palmetto’s groomed campus lacking the big, old trees of her childhood, she also just settles for being up high and outside, and is the Fox Tower roof’s number one fan. And, though she doesn’t have a car, she has an old fixed-gear bicycle that she rides around campus that she might have liberated from a bike rack when it didn’t move for a couple weeks at the beginning of her freshman year. MBTI Type: ISTP, “The Virtuoso” (Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, Virtuoso personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. Virtuosos can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but they tend to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking their interests in bold new directions.) Enneagram Type: Type Eight, “The Challenger” (Eights have enormous willpower and vitality, and they feel most alive when they are exercising these capacities in the world. They use their abundant energy to effect changes in their environment—to “leave their mark" on it—but also to keep the environment, and especially other people, from hurting them and those they care about. At an early age, Eights understand that this requires strength, will, persistence, and endurance—qualities that they develop in themselves and which they look for in others.) Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Temperament: Choleric

04/FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family:

Gideon Concord Hoskins (Father)

Miriam (Mother, last name unknown)

Justice Gideon Hoskins (27, b. 1991, sibling to Charity and Virtue)

Charity Joanna Hoskins (25, b. 1993, sibling to Justice and Virtue, ran away when she was 16 and Glory was 9)

Virtue Bethany Hoskins (24, b. 1994, sibling to Justice and Charity)

Honor Elijah Hoskins (20, b. 1998)

Prosper James Hoskins (16, b. 2002, sibling to Mercy)

Mercy Rachel Hoskins (13, b. 2005, sibling to Prosper)

Amity Susana Hoskins (8, b. 2010, sibling to Grace, left Owls Bend w/ her mother when she was 4 and Glory was 14)

Grace Tabitha Hoskins (6, b. 2012, sibling to Amity, left Owls Bend w/ her mother when she was 2 and Glory was 14)

How do they feel about their family?: She never knew her mother, doesn’t know much about her besides her name, Miriam. To listen to her father talk, she left Glory her red hair and her wild spirit, blowing through her father’s life like a summer storm, leaving him and leaving Glory with no full siblings among the Hoskins brood.

She can’t say she blames her mother, whoever or wherever she is. Glory’s watched many women come and go from her father’s life. She knows that her father’s a hard man to love—after all, she spent her entire childhood watching him leave. After Justice and Charity and Virtue’s mother left him for another man in a town over, the next woman he fell in love with, Honor’s mother, died in childbirth. And so by the time Glory’s mother came around he might have still felt infatuation, might have wanted someone at home to take care of his homestead while he was away, but he was done with love.

Justice she hates, a black and bitter hatred that spreads to everything he looks upon with kindness: her father, for giving him the authority he does, letting him lord it over the rest of them when he’s gone; any of her siblings who kowtow to him, even if it’s only out of self-preservation. She was never too fond of Charity when she was younger, she was too quiet, too soft, but Charity was the first Hoskins to run away, and in the years since Glory thought of her more than she ever did when she was still around. Justice told them all that she was “working” a truck stop in Lebanon, but Glory thought it was a lie, nothing more than a cautionary tale meant to scare them into obedience.

Virtue in particular she tormented, with small pranks like hiding frogs in her bed. She was more fun than Charity to bother, because she would actually get angry. And even when Glory grew out of some of those childhood pranks, they never stopped squabbling.

She used to be close with Honor and Prosper, who were closest to her in age, who climbed trees and scrapped in the mud with her when she was young. Honor she lost first, when he first decided he was too old for child’s games with her and Prosper, and then grew too close to Justice. Prosper she lost later—she took him to a party with her when he was a freshman in high school and she was a little older, got him drunk for the first time. When he got caught hungover the next morning by Justice, he sold her out to save himself, and she never forgave him.

For a long time, Mercy was the baby, trying to tag along after Glory and Prosper without much success. Glory didn’t have time for a sister five years younger than her who couldn’t keep up with her, no matter how much Mercy tried.

Amity and Grace she always resented: she was a teenager then, running away from chores and responsibilities to spend time with newfound friends and newfound bad habits, she didn’t want two younger siblings in the house to watch over. In the end, she doesn’t think it was her father who drove their mother away. It was Justice, fully grown into his adulthood, who didn’t see anything wrong with exercising his power over her they way he did over the rest of his siblings. Glory didn’t think she cared much for Amma and Baby Grace, until their mother left and took them with her, and all the new space in their home felt empty instead of letting her breathe. How does their family feel about them?: In her family, Glory was always the wild one. Always the troublemaker. Always shirking her share of chores, always nowhere to be found. Her father found her wildness charming, and gave her a lot of leeway, which was always an annoyance to her more responsible siblings. She was also the one who stood up to Justice the most, antagonized him and said no to him, and it earned her his enduring hatred and often the resentment of her siblings as well—it was easier to blame her for provoking him than it was to blame him, when everyone knew he wouldn’t ever change. So she was the black sheep, the rebellious one, the one that rocked the boat, and she never much cared when anyone tried to chide her for it.

She knew that, when she ran away, no one would look for her. The Hoskins kept their business to themselves, they weren’t going to go to the police. But it still feels strange to her to think that her home is still there, going on without her. Has Justice finally gotten married? Does he have kids of his own? (She hopes not.) Her father’s getting older, is he at home more? Has he met anyone else? Does she have more siblings? She took her name back when she came to Palmetto, but she doesn’t think that means that they’ll find her. They don’t pay attention to Exy in Owls Bend. But that doesn’t stop her from wondering if they miss her, now that she’s gone like Charity and Amma and Baby Grace. Pets: Growing up, they had a lot of land, and at different times they kept different animals, mostly treated as having a purpose, and sometimes shown 4-H and at state fairs, and not as pets: chickens, a couple goats, sometimes a cow or some pigs, a donkey to scare away the coyotes, cats that lived mostly outdoors, an old guard dog named Rufus who was too lazy to do much guarding anymore even when Glory was very young. Glory spent a lot of time with them, because she spent a lot of time outside. As a child, she grew incredibly fond of a pig she’d named Bubba, and while her father had done his best to gently prepare her for the fact that they were raising him for meat, Justice was not as kind about it, and it is one of his earliest torments that she can remember. Where do they live?: Only in Palmetto. She stayed with Abby over the summer. Description of their home: The Hoskins have made their home in Owls Bend for generations, held onto it through thick and thin. It used to be bigger, previous generations used to farm more, too, fighting to get money out of the rocky soil. But they sold off bits and pieces in parcels over the years when there wasn’t enough money to be found, sold most of the equipment, too, until they were mostly growing what could be used right there to feed themselves, sometimes selling the excess at farmers markets. Their house wasn’t grand, an old two-story farmhouse with an addition tacked on later that didn’t quite blend in, kept in enough repair that it wouldn’t fall down over their heads but not enough to make it something anyone who didn’t live there and love it would call beautiful: the paint was always peeling on the siding, the brick chimney crumbling; there were always too many shoes and jackets and books and toys and whatever else nine kids could come up with scattered around inside. No matter how certain she felt that she had to get away, there are always things that she’ll remember fondly: the porch swing she used to curl up on late at night; the makeshift fort she’d made for herself out in the woods, piled with blankets and pillows she took from the house; the treasure trove of thrift store clothes she’d hidden out there, too, in an old wooden trunk that used to hold their winter clothes, where Justice wouldn’t find them, changing in the dark and then walking to the end of their long dirt driveway for her friends to pick her up. Description of their bedroom: Her part of her room at Palmetto now is impersonal, without all the homey clutter that had made up their shared bedrooms at Owls Bend. She doesn’t have much: her clothes feet neatly in her dresser, her shoes under her bed, the beat-up backpack she takes with her to class is the same one that held what little she took with her from Owls Bend. Her desk is the messiest part of her room, strewn with printouts of readings and messy notes, because she isn’t much for studying. She has some cheap posters she’d gotten in an on-campus sale early in the semester, just to break up the whiteness of the walls, hung up haphazardly. Like her old bedrooms back home—(first shared with Mercy, and then with Virtue after Charity ran away)—she doesn’t spend much time there.

05/THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert Optimist or Pessimist? Pessimist Leader or Follower? Not a follower, but more of a loner than a leader Confident or Self-Conscious? Confident Cautious or Careless? Careless Passionate or Apathetic? Passionate Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Street Smarts Compliments or Insults? Whichever one is most honest at the time

06/FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Black or green Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Glory’s everyday style could be described as thrift store grunge: ripped tights and distressed denim; vintage t-shirts with the collars and the sleeves cut off, the bottom cut off to her navel; black bras and see-through shirts; oversized flannel and black lace; short skirts and shorter shorts; combat boots and converse with holes in them; denim jackets covered in pins and patches; chipped black nail polish, chokers, and smudged eyeliner. The clothes she wears now are a far cry away from the sturdy jeans, sweaters, and t-shirts handed down to her by her older sisters—and sometimes brothers—or the faded florals of her Sunday best from back in Owls Bend, but she learned how to sew then to make her siblings’ castoffs fit her better, and she uses those skills to modify her clothing to her liking now. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: A lot of her heart is found in the music of her childhood: Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Steve Earle, Townes Van Zandt, Lucinda Williams, where she can close her eyes and imagine the voices of her siblings in the background, the rattle of her father’s pickup truck driving over dirt roads. But a lot of what she listens to these days is more punk and by-gone grunge, blasting it through her oversized headphones on long bus rides to games: Hole, Mudhoney, Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden. Favorite Movies: She’s more likely to binge-watch TV than movies, and when it comes to movies she likes the classics, old musicals like The Wizard of Oz or Singing in the Rain; Disney movies she remembers watching with her younger siblings. And, of course, The Princess Bride. Favorite Books: She read more when she was younger than she does now, so her favorite books are all from the days when she read whatever she could get her hands on, usually while she was out hiding from Justice: The Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, Redwall, His Dark Materials, Dear America, The Book of Three. Favorite Foods/Drinks: She likes comfort foods: hearty stews, pie, fresh-baked bread. She’s also got a big weakness for fast food, remembers times in high school after a night of partying, when they’d pile as many of them into the back of a pickup truck as they could to go to the McDonalds drive-through a few towns over. Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: The Foxes. Exy wasn’t a part of Glory’s life until recently, so she has no particular allegiance to any professional team, nor a Class I team that she rooted for before joining the Foxes. Perhaps unsurprising for a Fox, she didn’t have any particular affinity for team sports until she found Exy—and even with Exy, the whole team thing isn’t its primary appeal. Favorite Time of Day: Golden Hour Favorite Weather/Season: Spring Favorite Animal: Even before becoming a Fox, she always had an affinity for Foxes. And for raccoons.

#GLORY.#GLORY: INSP

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Is that DIANE GUERRERO? No, that’s just PRINCESS ISABELLA SANTIAGO. They were born on 06/10/1993 and are a MERMAID living in Northknot Town. They work as a OWNER OF DAZZLING MOON. Some say they're GENEROUS and KIND, but I’ve heard others say they're SECRETIVE and DISTANT When you think of HER, don’t you think of BRIGHT COLORED SEASHELLS, FLOWER PETALS CAUGHT IN THE WIND & RAIN ON A SUNNY DAY?

Name: Isabella Araceli Santiago Nickname(s): Isa Birthday: October 6th Age: 30 Zodiac Sign: Libra Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Mermaid Orientation: She likes pretty people Occupation: Owner of the Dazzling Moon/Princess Faceclaim: Diane Guerrero

HEADCANONS

As a teenager, Isabella was the resident troublemaker. She can make something out of nothing and always made sure that she had a good time.

As she got older, her more adventurous side started to show. She’d explore nearby cities and cause havoc there instead.

Her personality did a 180 when her brother died; she was no longer fun, outgoing, and adventurous. She was dull, serious and only did as she was told.

She secretly misses her life on the surface and all of the relationships she made while there.

Her favorite color is either purple or yellow; it’s a tough decision.

She is an amazing seamstress but hasn’t created anything since she lost her brother. She rarely visits her boutique.

She currently resides in an apartment across the hall from her sister’s to keep an eye on her on order of their parents.

She is a total bitch to everyone; even the people she considers friends unless you’ve gotten close enough to her to see her soft side.

APPEARANCE

Isabella usually wears her hair shoulder length and straight but sometimes she’ll wear it wavy. She wears little to no make up and is usually in a flowy dress, white with flower print. She appears like a genuinely sweet girl. She’s graceful and polite until you get to know her. She has a resting bitch face that can be intimidating.

AESTHETIC

sandy seashells - flower petals caught in the wind - sun showers - oyster pearls - hurricanes - preppy - princesscore - hippie

CONNECTIONS

Ghost Brother Lucas was raised from birth to take over as the ruler of their kingdom. He was disciplined, kind and compassionate. He had all the makings of a great ruler. Isa would often go to him when she was overwhelmed and he gave her the best advice. Isa was 19 when he passed away from a human illness that he contracted while on the surface. She still feels responsible for his death; he usually only traveled to the surface because his siblings wanted to. She wasn’t ready to lose him nor was she ready to fill his shoes. She still struggles with his death after 9 years.

Younger Brother The Santiago children were extremely close growing up; though the oldest two and the youngest two had their special bonds. They all received their rings at 13 to travel to and from the surface. Knowing they would never be King nor Queen, the youngest three often got into a lot of trouble. Things changed drastically when the eldest brother, Lucas, fell ill from a human sickness that he could not recover from putting Isabella next in line for the throne. Their relationship with each other became awkward and strained with the youngest two spending more time on the surface and Isabella in the kingdom.

Surface Best Friend These two bonded quick; they were the first person Isa met coming up to the surface. They both had strong personalities and would butt heads often but it’s how they came up with the best activities. They were always up to something and breaking rules. Their friendship came to a halt when Isa’s brother died and she returned to the ocean full time. Over the past few years, they’ve seen each other a few times. Isa would sneak up to the surface in the middle of the night and they’d go out exploring together.

Mermaid Best Friend They may or may not have known each other growing up but were never really friends. Isa spent most of her time in the castle. When she turned 13, she spent most of her time on the surface. It wasn’t until she returned to the ocean full time at 19 that she really started to get to know the other mermaid. They were sweeter than Isa and helped her open up her softer side. Isa was more outspoken and would stand up for the other when they couldn’t. They balanced each other out.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death mention, substance abuse

Growing up royal, rules didn’t really apply to Isa. The only rule they ever really had was to not embarrass the family name. She wasn’t the eldest sibling so the pressure of one day ruling the kingdom wasn’t put on her and her younger siblings like it was their older brother, Lucas. He grew up a stricter lifestyle while the youngest three siblings had more free will. Getting their rings at 13, they were allowed to travel to and from the surface as they pleased. They often would cause a lot of trouble but as they matured, they really started to appreciate life on the surface. Isa started to make genuine relationships with friends and even fell in love for the very first time.

“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”

The relationship was rocky; there was a four year age gap and they often bumped heads. Though they never really stood a chance. Not long after Isa’s 19th birthday, her older brother contracted a human sickness and died soon after. His death made the king and queen more weary of their children traveling to the surface and Isa immediately stepped into Lucas’s role of the future ruler of the kingdom. She left the surface permanently and ending all of the relationships she made there. Lucas’s death brought up a lot of pain for her. This was the second major loss she’s experienced. Lucas and her mother died when she was a little girl. The king remarried and had the younger two siblings so Lucas was the only connection she had left to their mother. Never really able to grieve the loss of her mother, she struggled grieving the death of her brother.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”

Isa’s personality changed completely. She was cold, shut off and became a strict rule follower. She tried to erase the memories of her life on the surface so she could focus on becoming the perfect ruler for their kingdom. There were times when she’d get overwhelmed with her duties and would escape to nearby kingdoms or to the surface to let loose on drug and alcohol binges. It’s been nine years since Lucas’s death and she’d finally started to get a hang of her royal duties. Things were starting to feel sort of normal until the kingdom got word that her younger sister, Emilia, was attacked while on the surface. Isa was sent to the surface to convince Emilia to return home and when she declined, Isa was instructed to stay on the surface until she returned home. Getting readjusted to the surface and her life on it has been a struggle within itself. The familiar faces and familiar feelings have returned and life’s just getting harder for the future queen.

#tw: death #tw: substance abuse #nktintro #its been literally a billion years but here #wc #wanted #wanted connection #wanted connections

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Some of My Opinions -- Do you agree? More expensive doesn't always = better "Purified" water (like Aquafina) tastes weird Peanut butter and banana sandwiches are delicious Green tea is the best tea Vaseline is the best lip moisturizer There is potential for goodness in everybody It's okay for men to wear women's clothing and vice versa It's also fine for men to wear makeup "Gender roles" should be a thing of the past Donald Trump is a hateful, incompetent jackass Taylor Swift seems like a bitch in sheep's clothing It's really rude to try to convert others to your religion Tim Curry's Pennywise was more funny than scary But that's not a bad thing Speaking of Tim Curry, he's super handsome Many popular female musicians sound alike nowadays Altos sing prettier than sopranos Serial killers are fascinating Not everything Disney does is great Frozen was good, but a little overrated Snow is a huge inconvenience Harvey Fierstein's "Torch Song Trilogy" is an important LGBTQ+ film which everybody should see There are good and bad artists in every music genre There's no shame in enjoying boy bands There's no shame in enjoying any music, really And it's really mean when people do bully others about the music they like The Kingsman movies were surprisingly entertaining Action movies are usually boring They should make more movie musicals Some movie remakes are really good Picard was the best Star Trek captain Everybody deserves to feel beautiful Most new comedies aren't that funny Bill Skarsgard is actually kind of cute You're never too old for the things you love Amy Winehouse was truly gifted And it's a shame she wasn't able to make more music People are meaner online because the anonymity makes it easier Too many people use social media to spread hate Too many schools overlook bullying Taron Egerton is gorgeous You don't need to take classes to become a good artist Not every makeup trend looks good Old Hollywood actors/actresses are usually the most interesting Marilyn Monroe and James Dean are often seen more as icons than as actors But their movies are actually really good Rainy days are beautiful There might be less hate in the world if people would take the time to listen to, learn about, and understand each other

Scene Kid People have called you scene Your hair is dyed a crazy color/you have hair extensions You say rawr a lot You own bright colored skinny jeans You stand in moshpits at concerts You wear big bows and hairclips in your hair You listen to alternative, electronic and/or screamo music You like Hello Kitty, Invader Zim, Pokemon, or Happy Tree Friends You have an Instagram You take tons of selfies All of your friends are scene kids You take pride in being a scene kid You miss My Digital Escape You love accessories

Prep You shop at Forever 21, Abercrombie, Hollister, and/or Victoria Secret You go out drinking most nights You have a lot of money You have your own car You go to parties almost every weekend You have a huge group of friends You text all the time You avoid emos/goths/punks You do/did well in school and don't even try very hard You play sports/are a cheerleader You carry a purse everywhere You can't go anywhere without wearing makeup, perfume, and/or cologne You like romance movies You own mostly designer clothing/accessories

Nerd You are/were in your school band You get/got straight As You are/were in school clubs You have been class president and/or valedictorian You play WoW, LoL and/or D&D You wear glasses You wear braces You're good at math and science You listen to classical music or jazz Your parents pack/packed your lunch everyday You ride/rode the school bus You are/were on student council and/or yearbook staff You attend or wish to attend an ivy league school You cry/cried if get lower than an A on anything

Emo You pretty much only wear black You shop at Hot Topic Your hair is swept over one eye You only wear skinny jeans You wear black rimmed glasses You go to lots of concerts You only wear band tees You hate life You write in a diary and/or write poetry You have black hair You wear Converse a lot You have or want more than two piercings and/or tattoos You have tried to/wanted to commit suicide You take pictures of yourself from above

Music Freak You play more than one instrument You listen to many different genres of music You are in or have been in a band You are in a school band/orchestra You are in a choir You love musical theatre You love going to concerts You sing You watch talent shows like The Voice or America's Got Talent You've been the lead in a musical You're in plays outside of school You've played various concerts/gigs around town You want to be a famous musician You have a Facebook music page

Skater/Punk You can do many tricks on a skateboard You own a skateboard You own clothing from Element You play Tony Hawk games You are an anarchist You are an atheist You don't like preps You curse a lot You think emos are fags You listen to hardcore or punk music You are a non-conformist You have spiked up your hair or had a mohawk at some point You play guitar, bass or drums You spend your time at skate parks

Stoner/Troublemaker You get/got mostly Cs, Ds or Fs in school You smoke weed You drink beer You drink hard liquor You've snuck out of your house before Your parents don't trust you You've been in trouble with the cops You smoke cigarettes You're not a virgin You've done crack, heroin, ecstasy, shrooms, salvia, etc. You've been out past curfew when you were underage You've gotten suspended or expelled from school You dropped out of school You've vandalized public places/been kicked out of public places

How many did you get in each category? Scene Kid: 6 Prep: 4 Nerd: 4 Emo: 5 Music Freak: 4 Skater/Punk: 2 Stoner/Troublemaker: 6

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