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#higher ground
bunnylovesani · 3 months
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THE WAY HE SCRUNCHES HIS BROWS OMFG🥺🥺🥺🥺
Pookie was acting his little heart out here
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queenie-official · 6 months
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No because why is my first response when seeing any form of media with Hayden in it to squeal and say “HE’S SO PRETTY” in the highest pitch voice i have…
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because he is…he is so pretty 🧎‍♀️
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st4rfckerz · 2 months
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the way he looks down at her makes me wanna do diabolical things to him
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comebackali · 10 months
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i have NEVER understood those fics where anakin turns 18 and SUDDENLY everything’s different between them and obi wan is suddenly attracted to anakin, UNTIL i watched hayden christensen in “goosebumps” (1997) and then immediately after in “are you afraid of the dark?” (1999). because wtf the way puberty hit this boy like a ton of bricks.
hayden christensen at 16:
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vs. hayden christensen at 18:
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bonus: a critical hit. “higher ground” (2000) hayden christensen at 18, ft. pouty lips and frosted blonde tips.
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literally RIP OBI WAN. it’s been real bitch 🫡
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starvrse · 14 days
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it is absolutely CRIMINAL that nobody writes for him. i love him
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kenobster · 5 months
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Higher Ground | Episode 1: "Scott Free" | Scott Barringer
Alright, get undressed. I'm gonna search the rest of your clothes. And a doctor's gonna come in, and he's gonna search your body, give you a medical. Then I'll take you to your dorm, show you around.
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sswiftiestars · 5 months
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my girl
scott barringer x reader
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tws/cws: fluff, drabble, mentions of gore, a little angsty if you squint. fem! reader, misogyny, slight spoilers for higher ground, MENTIONS OF SCOTTS SA, DO NOT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO THAT TOPIC!!!!!!
summary: when david, the new student at horizon, makes a remark towards you infront of scott; scott doesn’t take too kindly to it.
David scoffs as he watches you chop wood from afar, and he turns his head towards scott. “Shouldn’t she be working in the kitchen instead?” David laughs, “It’s where she belongs, after all. a job like that belongs to a man.” he grins.
Scott glares down at him, tongueing the side of his cheek. in no time, scott towers over david, looking at him threateningly. “Don’t talk about her like that.” he grits.
“Or what? you’ll fight me?” david laughs, “Oh wait, you can’t do that. after all, you failed to fight off your stepmother when she—“
crack
Scott swung his fist into david’s face, a loud crack coming from david’s nose. “what the fuck, man?” david yells, holding his nose in pain as blood spills out of his nose.
“Talk about me or y/n again like that, i’ll kill you.” scott growls. david starts to cry and he backs away.
“I’ll tell peter about this! y-you’ll get 2 months worth of kitchen duty!” david cries.
“Whatever, david.” scott rolls his eyes, “anything for my girl.” he says quietly.
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hanasnx · 5 months
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"capable of love."
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WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: scott barringer x gn!reader SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together. WARNINGS: injury | size difference | romance | mentioned: withdrawals
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SCOTT BARRINGER has a lot of anger to work out. He makes that clear every time you witness one of his famous temper tantrums. If something doesn't go his way, he's the first to leave. The first to kick something over. To yell, to scream, to cry. It's bratty, and annoying. It's natural, from your side of things, to wish ill-will upon him. He expresses what you're never allowed to express, you wish it'd be his downfall.
Lo and behold, he has another one of his emotional outbursts. His instability becomes everyone's problem. He's large, and he's loud. Of course you'd flinch, drop whatever's in your hands, hide from the source. It stirs resentment within you— that dissipates right before your eyes when your wish comes true.
A jarring slam, and a resounding: "Fuck!" Has you rushing to the origin, to see him doubled over clutching his own hand.
"What happened?" your instinct is to say. At the sound of your voice, he straightens, a sheen of fresh tears on his eyes as meets yours. Delicate, pink features twisted in anguish as he glances between you and his injury.
"Shut my fucking hand in the door." he replies hoarsely, angrily. Like it's your fault. He can't keep still, pacing, bending over, torn between looking around or at his brittle fingers. A string of curses start out strong from his lips, stringing with saliva, and feather out to a whisper. Dealing with the pain manifests in throwing his body around.
Once you get over your shock, guilt takes root. Is this your fault? Did you cause this? You blink away your disbelief, rushing to his side to settle soothing hands on his back after he rests his elbows on the counter, rocking back and forth. Frantically, he massages his palm as if to get his mind off of the actual location of the injury.
To your surprise, he jerks away from your touch. "Go away! Go, I don't need you." The back of his head is far less intimidating, golden locks curling around at the nape of his neck in a most endearing way. Unfortunately, you have no time to idle, hovering your hands over the fabric of his hoodie, wary of his boundary.
"At least let me see it." you tell him firmly. You hear a faint whimper and he shakes his head. So you toughen up, "Scott. Let me see it."
Reluctantly, he stands and you back up, so when he faces you you're not as close as you once were, concealing your former proximity. The shade of his face has deepened. "I think I broke it."
You outstretch your palm, inviting him to let you see. His wound is kept close to his chest, as if he hasn't decided to trust you with it yet. In the light, getting a good view of his skewed countenance, you notice the damp trail lining his cheek. It's not a good time to mention it, and you see his hesitance slowly melt away as he carefully releases his hand, and extends his arm to you. His knuckles rest on the heel of your palm, and you inspect him with extreme prejudice. Exacerbating the pain would be cruel, but violating his fragile trust in you would be worse. You can feel the red hot pulse of it, and chew your bottom lip worriedly.
"Well?" he snaps you out of your examination impatiently, tilting his head into your eye-line to recapture your attention.
You turn it over, his large appendage about the length of your two overlapping ones as you hold it. Blue blooms underneath his fingernails, he must've burst the blood vessels on impact. "Can you bend them?"
"What?" he sighs incredulously, narrowing his gaze at you to scrutinize you.
"If any of your fingers are broken, we'll know. Can you bend them?"
"What? No!"
"Just try!"
He opens his mouth to speak, to object, but it closes. Moistening his lips, he throws a look to the side in exasperation before stepping closer to you, bowing his head to concentrate hard on his twitching digits. You try to ignore how fast your heart is beating. Daring a glance up at him, he does not return the favor, but you witness the adorable way his tongue peeks out as he focuses, how his sharp jawline is defined by the gesture.
Tentatively, his fingers move in the shortest bursts, like little cracks of motion. "It hurts."
"It's gonna." You both watch as he cautiously wiggles his fingers. As a former football player, you're sure he's no stranger to injury. Your guess is he was already overwhelmed, and experiencing withdrawals. Something like this was enough to set him off, but he's... a lot calmer now. Breathing has evened out as he intently carries out the task you gave him, fingers move back and forth in a leisure wiggle. You're not sure why you did it, why you're feeling so nurturing, so drawn to him, but your hands envelope his, massaging the tissue for him. His wide palm and thick wrist are worked by your affectionate touch.
It stuns him. Flashing his gaze between you and his sore appendage.
"What are you doing?" he questions quietly. It's unclear if he's averse or puzzled.
"Helping." Your thumbs dig into the meat of his hand, sensing the kinks there. "You have rough hands." On the inside of the knuckle, where his fingers meet his palm, there are calluses. Probably from holding that stupid football. You meet his awaiting eyes, the twinge of red still lines his lids, lashes dark and wet from lachrymal essence, exquisite cheek bones budded with a frail pink. There's a comfortable silence as he draws his bottom lip through his teeth. His larynx bobs with a swallow.
Electricity. It has your baby hairs stand on end. An invisible force beckons you, as if tied together and the string tightens, you incline into each other. Your surroundings fall away with each inch. Tepid, parted lips graze yours, a minor delay to purse yet. He searches your eyes at first, and your mirror his actions, coming to meet in the middle with a subtle pucker. A peck. Innocent, soft. His hand remains relinquished in yours.
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evilnight07 · 4 days
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Where are my Leo Campoli girlies!? Where are my Scott barringer girlies!? Where are my Kurt Matheson girlies!? WE NEED MORE HAYDEN FICS WITH THESE CHARACTERS!
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palfriendpatine66 · 14 days
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Your Pal’s Hayden Review: Higher Ground
What? Yes. I’m going to take a second away from my 24/7 Ewan obsession to throw a little love Hayden’s way and talk about Higher Ground. I had heard a lot about the series before I decided to check out the series and I’m so glad I did. It can be really difficult to track down but right now it’s streaming for free for a limited time on the CW website (and app) as well as tubi.
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TLDR: I highly recommend a watch for a great Hayden performance in an angst ridden, emotional teen drama about kids working through their trauma in a therapeutic wilderness school. Many many content warnings for difficult topics and content warnings after my general review below the cut.
This was seriously the role Hayden was born to play. He plays a broken, sulky teen who lashes out in flashes of anger before he breaks down and cries AKA he is modern AU Anakin. It’s no wonder he was cast as Anakin after his work on this. His performance is emotional and vulnerable and shattered my heart multiple times.
The show is never quite able to make the viewer forget that they’re watching a teen drama with a cast of actual teens playing the teenage characters filmed in the year 2000, but I was able to forgive it for it’s occasionally overacted and/or not quite realistic dialogue and key moments accompanied by in your face soundtrack choices to pump up the drama and I think you will too. A very diverse collection of issues that impact real teens but are rarely talked about were depicted surprisingly realistically and sensitively. I was really impressed that the show consistently emphasized - over and over again - that the traumas the kids went through that were behind the problematic behaviors that landed them in their one stop shop rehab/intensive therapy/social and life skills group/high school program were not their fault, but only they could be responsible for how they coped and chose to go forward with the rest of their lives. The councilors on the show had healthy, caring, supportive relationships with the kids in their program, and the advice they gave was (generally) actually helpful and real life strategies. What I liked the most about this show was that it was realistic in there is no magic cure or happily ever after, but there is hope and there is healing and there are opportunities for a positive future even when everything is awful.
Content warnings below - feel free to dm if you want more details if you’re considering a watch. Also if you have watched please let me know if I missed any. For the most part these weren’t graphic depictions (they were rated TVPG in 2000) but the emotional impacts and aftermath are focused on in detail and can be very heavy.
- depictions of depression, anxiety, and panic attacks with flashbacks - drug addiction - drug use - overdose death - alcoholism - teen runaway - rape - sexual abuse of a minor - sexual abuse of a minor by a parent - sexual abuse of a minor by a step parent - emotional abuse - gaslighting - abuse allegations being dismissed, not believed - eating disorders - discussions of self harm - graphic depiction of cutting - scenes and discussions of suicide and death - death of a parent - gang involvement - domestic violence - physical abuse - infertility - drowning death - teen prostitution -
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dcdmgc · 3 months
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“what’re looking at skank” and “i have to take a dump” have gotta be the peak of cinema
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bunnylovesani · 4 months
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Watching Higher Ground and ohhhh noooo💀💀💀💀who made him say this💀💀
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queenie-official · 5 months
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Nobody:
Me: *slowly watching every movie hayden stars in just so i can read fics about the character he plays*
i am mentally well i swear! (I’m so in love with him my heart aches) Completely Fine guys really! (screaming, sobbing, ripping out my hair) 🙂
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daughterofthequeen · 5 months
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I just watched an episode and a half of higher ground tv show. Obviously because of Hayden, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as good as it was. Like I really hate that it was cancelled. And my heart has broken way too many times for me only being through half of the second episode.
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Look at the baby🥺🥺🥺😫😫😫
We need Scott Barringer x platonic!mom!reader, even though it’s only a tv show things like this still breaks my heart cus I know a lot of people have actually gone through it😔and I hate that I can’t do anything to stop SA from happening all together or stopping abuse in general.
(guys when is say mom!reader I mean a platonic relationship. Do you understand how screwed up a person has to be in the head to sexualize SA, like that is not cool or ok to do AT ALL. Get your heads out the gutter. And being a victim of domestic abuse myself I understand the mental struggle Scott was going through in a way, even though it’s not the same. The want of having a parental figure that would care for you, understand you, and listen to you never really goes away. SA is most likely worse mentally, but there’s still a horrible pain that comes with abuse in general. It’s part of the reason I read ff, to help me cope.
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I had to add this because someone took the original the wrong way. Which is understandable, so I reworded it. So to that person just understand I am in no way saying SA is ok or sexualizing it or the Scott Barringer character)
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Sweet July ☀️ Hayden Christensen by Kimberly Butler, 2000
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biggestsimponhere · 4 months
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‘Tis the damn season - Scott Barringer x f!reader
Warnings - Slight angst, this should be a full angst only angst fic but i can’t handle that rn 😭 Also sorry it’s not gender neutral i try to keep most of my fics gender neutral but Horizon only has boy/girl cabins 🙁
Christmas at horizon has always been the same. They take all the kids to see the lights in town on Christmas Eve, then everyone comes back and we drink Hot Chocolate (One of the only special things allowed) and watch a christmas movie. On Christmas day everyone opens whatever their parents sent them and if they didn’t get anything from their parents then Peter and Hannah would make sure they had something. You’ve been here several years. Three to be exact but that doesn’t matter. This year a new kid joined. You didn’t know who it was because you had been off on a trip with another group when he came.
You were sitting on the bench next to the window looking out at the snow, admiring it, then he walked in. The new kid. Scott barringer. You glanced up them back out the window before doing a double take. “Scott?” You said moving away from the window. Scott looked up at the sound of his name. You were right. That’s scott. Your Scott. Your childhood best friend and love of your life. “Y/n?” He said as he moved towards you. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped you in a hug. You breathed him in, holding him close. “What’re you doing here?” It only takes you a moment to register that he must be the new kid. “Scott, why are you here? What happened?” You said pulling away to look him in the eye.
The rest of the cliffhangers stood slightly behind you two, all of them looking confused as they’d never seen either of you so happy. “I got into trouble back home, drugs, so dad made me come here” He said smiling softly. “If you wanted to see me so bad you could have just visited y’know?” You say teasing him. He laughs before pulling you back into his arms. You two stood there for another minute before Peter walked in. “What’re you two doing?” He said laughing. “Hugging, whatre you doing?” You said pulling away from Scott. “Wondering why you’re hugging him if you don’t know him?” Peter said looking between the two of you. “I’ve known Scott since we were like four” You say looking back at Scott who’s smiling, content, looking at you.
“What do you mean?” A voice came from behind you all. Juliette. “What? Was the sentence not clear enough?” Shelby said nudging jules. “We grew up together” Scott says turning to jules. Juliette stops speaking after that. You and Scott move to the window and continue talking about all you missed. You talk long into the night, you smile as you realize peter must have told the others to just leave you two. You looked around the cozy room, your gaze stopping on the lit fire place. You were about to speak again when you noticed someone at the top of the stairs. You tapped scott and motioned with your eyes towards the stairs.
He followed your gaze towards the stairs but whoever was there left. “Who do you think it was?” Scott asked when you told him what happened. “I don’t know, how close are you with jules?” You ask quietly. He pauses clearly thinking of an answer. A few minutes go by before he speaks. “We’ve kissed… a few times” He says softly. You nod, slowly pulling your hand away from where it was resting on his knee in between yours. “We should get to sleep” You say standing up quickly. “Why?” He says reaching a hand out towards yours. You pull away. You don’t mean to it just happens. “Peter. He’s a real stickler for the rules and he’ll be by to make sure everyone’s asleep soon” The lie slips past your lips before you can stop it.
Scott nods and watches as you turn away. You put out the fire, tears silently streaming down your face. You brush past Scott quickly and head back to your cabin. When you got there the only person awake was Grace. “Hey” She said as you walked in. “Hey” Your voice comes out wobbly. Grace quickly looked up from her book. “Come here” She said setting her book to the side. “What’s wrong?” She says as you climb into her arms. “Scott” is all you manage to breathe out between sobs. “Your best friend scott? What happened?” She said stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. “He’s kissed jules, and it’s not even like it’s his fault, we’ve never had something, it’s not his fault i’m in love with him” You say curling further into a ball.
“I’m sorry, why don’t you get some rest?” She said softly. You smile slightly and return to your bed. You fall asleep rather quickly after losing all your energy to crying. You wake up the next day and turn over to face the clock on your bedside. You then realize you’ve slept in for half the day. You quickly get up and get dressed. You walk into the main cabin and the cliffhangers turn to look at you, your eyes drift to Scott who’s sitting next to Juliette and you quickly avert your gaze and move to your group. “There she is, good morning sleepyhead” Peter said as he looked up from where he was helping another student. “Good morning peter” You say quietly.
He quickly picks up on your bad mood and offers to go find Hannah. The two of them had basically been family since you’ve been here. You shake your head slowly. “I’m okay peter” You say leaning against Grace who was currently coloring next to you. “It’s not like you’d say if you weren’t” Daisy said from your other side. “Come talk, please” Peter said moving over to you. You let peter lead you towards his office and ignoring scott’s eyes trailing after you. You talk with peter for a solid half an hour before finally being able to go back to group. “Can we talk?” Scott says approaching you. Before you can say anything Grace cuts in. “I think you’ve done enough haven’t you?” She says sharply. “It’s okay grace, promise” You say standing up.
You follow Scott out into the snow, he leads you slightly into the woods so you two can sit on the bench peter set up. “What did i do? Please tell me, i didn’t mean to hurt you” He says quickly. “It’s nothing Scott really” You move to stand but he reaches out and holds you in place. “That’s not true” He says firmly, “I did something and i want to fix it” He says softer than before. “I’ve been in love with you scott, for years. You’ve never shown any interest in me and to hear you kissed jules it hurt” You say, tears falling down your face again. He wipes them away, slowly, softly, as if you were made of glass. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i never meant to make you feel that way, i mean you had to know i love you” He said quietly.
You smile softly at him. “Really? Y-you love me?” You say, trying to figure out if this was real. “Yes” That’s all you needed to hear. You bring your hand up to his cheek and pull him into a kiss. The two of you spend the rest of the day doing things together, Snow angels, hot chocolate. “Come on we gotta get back to the cabin, it’s time for christmas lights” You say pulling scott off the ground. The two of you quickly run back to where everyone was loading into the cars. Peter smiles at you seeing the light practically radiating off of you. The two do you load into the cars and hold hands secretly as you drive through the mountains and back to town. “The lights are so pretty this year” You say smiling.
“Not as pretty as you” He whispers softly. You grin at him and nudge him. “You’re cheesy” You say laughing. “Only for you” He says reaching for your hand. The two of you walk around the cold, snow covered town, smiling like two idiots. “I love you” He says brightly. “I love you too” You say wrapping your arms around him. You hold him close under the glittering christmas lights of town and you finally feel at home. Peter and Hannah watch you two from a distance, smiling broadly. “Aren’t we supposed to be stopping this” Hannah says laughing. “Maybe, but they’re happy” Peter says back. They stand close together as they watch the love continue to blossom between you two beneath the bright moonlight cascading down to the christmas lights.
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