and it all started with a big bang, BANG!

so i'm straight in a straight line
running back to you
{all this time- one republic}
 

name; claire promance
age; 22
personality; loyal, stubborn, clever, strong, and accepting.
bio; the normal life of living in camolot was what she grew to know. sure it got attacked by a dragon, and had a couple of weird people coming in a killing people, but over all it wasn't the worst place to live. and it was home and it was all she knew. claire had never left the walls of the kingdom, and never really wanted to. what with the things that happen IN the walls, who knows what would happen outside them. though, she does have a certain something about her. something that everyone knows she wouldn't shy away from danger if it caused any real harm that could become threatening to the things she loves.
 
courage.
whose side are they on?; arthur penndragon's
model; meghan ory
 

 
name; wesley 'wes' scott.
age; 23
personality; loud, intelligent, sheepish, brave, and childish.
bio; yes, he is a warlock. no he has never done anything to harm people with it. he's a wanderer because as soon as his parents found out they kicked him out and made sure never to see the abomination again. no, he wasn't born with it, but it was shown to him and it was much better than the normal world. eventually he learned to do it with other people or in front of other people. then he found camalot, found a job, found a good life with friends and other people that seemed to like him just fine, but the out law of magic makes it hard to live in a place where it is punishable by death, but he has learned to live with out it. so he waits, and hopes that somehow both sides win.
whose side?; indifferent. one half wants magic to win, but the other doesn't want to see camalot fail.
model; matthew lewis

hi, okay. no. what? yes!
 
i should have put this on the plotting set. whoops.
 

so basically, i'm in need of a character to slap leah back into the world of people.
 
so, they would see her around, not talking to people. not looking at people. staying alone in the greathall and during classes, or just passing by in the halls and stuff. and they would approach her, and she would kind of brush them off.
 
and then they wouldn't give up, poking at her, and annoying her. taking whatever she dished out. they would eventually get her out of her shell and introduce her back to the world of people and that the world isn't that bad of a place after all.
 
it doesn't have to be a boy, nononono, she just needs a bestfriend to give her a push.
 
so, yeah. that's i'll i've worked up so far. :3 but it would be great if this spot could be filled? maybe?

something that were like those years
i'm sick of all the insincere
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
{secrets- one republic}
 
fred was sitting in a corridor.
 
well, "sitting in a corridor", meaning he was up-sidedown on the bench. his legs on it, but his back and head were on the floor, hands folded on his chest. he squinted up at the ceiling. odd how lazy a person can get after a while. he'd been there for atleast an hour. thinking, looking, perhaps sleeping for a moment or maybe two. sure, his back hurt, but he didn't exactly want to move. he had no motavation /to/ move. fred breathed in deeply as he layed there, rearanging his legs on the bench and shifting his position slightly on the ground.

and it's seeming to suggest
that before this day is done it might go my way.
{all those pretty lights- andrew belle}
 
leah was starring at the spines of books in the library. her brow was furrowed and eyes narrowed as they traveled from book title to book title, trying to find the correct book for her homework. she wasn't trying to be noticed, so she didn't want to ask for help. besides, she could manage on her own. sighing, she had to walk to the next isle of books, this was going to eat up all her time to actually get anything of use done...

...right,
 

 
fred weasley the second:
 
family; a ton of people. the fantastical weasley-potter crew. but the person he lives with most of the time is roxanne weasley.
frands: devon finnegan
people he walks by in the hall way and just smile at because they're aren't the /greatest/ of friends but, they still know of each other:
people who get the stink eye:
....people who he makes a great fool out of himself around because feelings aren't really easy: lyra loux
 

 
leah ford:
family? nope.
friends? love interests? nope. to risky, wouldn't want to feel the pain her 'family' put her through again. rejected, not something a person would want to feel ever again. besides, she's been alone all of her life. hasn't bothered her much.
people she may know by their names and wouldn't mind having a conversation with: devon finnegan
people who she wouldn't mind locking in the dungeons:
 

woo, plotting! :D

name: fred weasley the second
age: 17
house: gryffindor
blood: pure
wand: 11.5', dragon heart string, pine.
patronus: dingo
boggart: though many people have gladly gone up to a boggart to face their fears, fred has not. he would rather not have the chance to see his worst fears become reality.
personality: he takes more to his father side when it comes to his traits. pranks and shenanigans, mostly playing pranks and running away before he could get caught he's loud and sarcastic, and just never seems to be in a bad mood. he doesn't hold a grudge. nothing but big bear hugs could ever come from him.
bio: it wasn't exactly easy to have your father look at you with love and sadness at the same time when someone said your name. but, it wasn't as if he was treated any different.
 
it was just a bit odd to see your own father look at you as if you were lost and gone, but you're standing right there. and it hurt a bit as well. but he still got a nice family, with great meals and someone was always there to get a hug when you needed them. nothing he could really complain about. it was weird sometimes to have to get those looks from all the older adults, but they were smiles, even if they had sarrow in their eye. being named after a war hero has been fred's favorite thing, yet something he has had to carry around with him his whole life. as if he was a constant reminder of his father's worst moment and best moment. though, he wouldn't want anyother, he feels as though, maybe he doesn't deserve the title of being named after someone who died to keep him and the others in his generation from living in a world of darkness.
 
but, fred is his father's son. he sets pranks and pulls jokes. a conversation doesn't go by without a side comment from fred popping in with a sarcastic comment to back fire and bring the conversation to a low. sitting at a dinner table with him is hectic, but it wouldn't be the same without it. he isn't exactly the quietest person, always having a comment, always having something to say on anything, never giving up on a debate. most people call it annoying. he calls it a way of life. making sure your words are out there in the world and rolling around in people's minds. either way, he's there.
but even if he does have a bit of a louder side h does have a softer side. containing fear of the future, and not being able to live up to what the family is, or how amazing everyone around him is. he does have those moments where he thinks everything could just fall apart and he will have nothing, he'll be left alone in the dark with no one to help him. where he'll have to find someone and tackle them into a hug just to make sure that they're /there./
living in the weasley family full of cousins and uncles and aunts and every family memeber twiced removed makes a childhood have to many memories, and never a lonely time, which makes the thought of darkness all the more scary to think about. it was never a dull moment. never one with a cold dark memory that could turn him into a serial murder. living with the weasleys with knitted scarves and personalized sweater. and he wouldn't change any of it.
model; dylan o'brien {BUT I DON'T KNOW ;-; he just seemed fitting with his new flop hair and...but i don't know. >.<}
 

name: leah ford
age: 16
house: ravenclaw
blood: muggleborn
wand: 12'', unicorn hair, and willow
patronus: the duck
boggart: it would change the ground, instead of solid, to fall out from under her feet. not so much afraid of heights as it is to fall.
personality: she mostly keeps to herself. trying to stay out of most people's way and make sure she doesn't actually get into the action. the quieter the things around her are. the better.
bio: being muggle born has never been easy. not knowing what the hell is going on when things start to float, or when the oven suddenly turns on fire due to the lack of wanting what was in it.
 
having her parents stare at her when someone finally comes to tell them of the reasons their lives have been a bit unexplainable. wanting to make it stop when theyr're trying to plead the person dressed in funny purple clothing to 'take it with you!' it makes it worse when the person leaves, giving her a sad look. having to listen to the conversations of her parents on 'what are we supposed to do now? all we wanted was a simple life!' the feeling of having to pack your bags and get out of there before they make you leave. or go to a home where mark, the boy who always pulled on her hair, had to live because his parents didn't want him anymore.
 
and that was that. she left before they could wake up and kick her out themselves. she left home. never looked back. she got picked up by the knight bus, and that was that. it felt odd to not be wanted. it's the worst feeling she could ever comprehend in feeling. but living on her own made her tough, and thick skined. not taking anything anyone through out. having to look over her back everyday until the letter came wasn't always a pleasure. but once the owl landed next to her with the letter in it's beak, with something saything that she was /wanted/ it felt as if something had finally gone right. and going somewhere with other people who were like her, not just having to watch them from afar? all the better. though she does keep to herself, she doesn't mind being passed in the corridor without a single glance. it's not like she wasn't used to it. she went through to much to let a couple of kids get under her skin. being on her own wasn't new, it was familiar.
model:sarah bolger

GOD DAMNIT.
 
i don't understand the point of killing other people. honestly, look at voldemort. he killed people. where is he? he's gone because of all the awful things he did.
 
for all the people who were effected by the horrible deed done in Colorado, my sincerest apologies for what happened. even if it seems like shit now, and the world is looking dark...there is still a light.
 
and people are always caught and punished for their actions.
 
for the people who never got to see the end of the movie, hopefully there is no more pain and fear.

jump now?
yes, commit.
jump?
yes, jump.
and i catch you.
now.
and uh...you're sure about this suite, right?
pretty sure.
oh you're pretty sure?
jump!
ooh god, okay.
jump. JUMP.
 

three. william brandt.
 
omg my bby. is it wrong that he was my favorite part of mission impossible and a great deal of my favorite in the avengers as hawkeye :3
 
this set does him no justice. :c
 
but, yes i thought his story line in MI;4 was heart breaking and he was so adorable and just, ugh. i watch the movie for his ass okay. i regret nothing. AT ALL.

yeah, well, i'd rather have you. cursed or not.
 
what?
do i detect a hint of forgiveness?
yeah well, we're probebly going to die tomorrow, so...
well, i will go with you
 

two. castiel, angel of the lord.
 

is it wrnong that i love him until the end? ;___;
honestly, i have never loved a character more than i love castiel because he is to relatable. ugh, and just destiel is killing me, and everything needs to stop it.
 
he is an angel, and he fell in everyway. for dean. for free will. to protect what he thought was right.

second?
yeah.
are you sure about that?
i'm pretty sure.
 

 
one. superhero
peter parker as spiderman.
 

when i was young, i had a spiderman pj top that i never took off. i wore it everyday, i made my father wash it every night.
i was spiderman for halloween until my friends and i started doing themes. even when we had the superhero theme, i was mothereffing spiderman.
 
because peter parker is my queen.