daisy: !!!

- name: hypatia reed. - likes / dislikes: likes the beach, homemade experiments, spring time, catching / learning about different insects, heights, going to observatories, gardening, sweet tea with fresh raspberries and mint, pesto sauce with her pasta, twin peaks & x-files, conspiracy theories, feminism, shitting on r*publicans and the patriarchy / dislikes the war on women’s health care / women in general, having to repeat herself more than once, people who speak just to hear themselves speak instead of saying anything constructive, improper grammar, sad movies about animals (i.e. marley and me, old yeller, etc), sunburn (because she easily gets it), swiss cheese, people who assume things about her, and people who put words in her mouth. - first word: i feel like it was some variation of spider because i can see that being her FAVORITE SONG and her making tatum and harrison sing it a million times until she finally sputters out a “pider” lmfaooo - appearance: she’s all (faux) leather jackets, ripped jeans and combat boots. she’s the girl with her hair up high in a ponytail, a bunch of layered necklaces and chokers, rings, dirt under her nails (because she’s SO not afraid to get down and dirty), usually there’s a pen or pencil tucked in her hair or behind her ear, she wears glasses but if they’re not on her face they’re tucked into the collar of her shirt, she’s usually in big baggy jumpers because comfort > style in her eyes. has rbf but is probably the sweetest and most helpful person you’ll ever meet. - which parent they look more like: 100000% tatum - which parent they like more: she doesn’t like one more than the other because she’s quite literally the perfect mix of them two? they all like sciencey things so she can babble on and on about that kind of stuff to them and they can actually have logical discussions about the stuff she cares about. i feel like she and harrison stay up late as fuck watching alien docus together because he probably instilled his nerdy x-files obsession in her when she was v v young. with tatum they talk about dating / friends etc etc but they also are able to talk about the most profound things and harrison just watches in awe like i made that and i’m married to that WOW. - height once fully grown: 5′3″- job ambition: an oceanographer!!! she always knew she wanted to do something with animals, and from a young age really loved getting hands on with whatever she was working on. she learned early on from her parents that she wanted to work in some kind of science-y / tech field and was ultimately in love with marine animals the second they took her to her very first aquarium. - faceclaim: kat mcnamara - personality (added cos i’m extra!): hypatia is so obviously a perfect blend of harrison and tatum and he is actually obsessed with her? he never thought he’d ever get to be with tatum let alone begin a family with her so it’s pretty easy to say they have a very very close relationship with hypatia. she feels like no matter what she’s dealing with, she can turn to her parents no matter what and talk out what is on her mind. she’s very blunt but never in a nasty way, she just doesn’t really have a filter when it comes to speaking her mind and she doesn’t see the need to. she was kinda casted off as a weirdo in school because of her interest in things that aren’t really considered “girly”? she loved bugs, loved getting down and dirty when playing games on the playground, didn’t mind a scraped knee or a gross story from a classmate about boogers or whatever. but she did meet one boy who didn’t seem to mind that she was into that kind of stuff and they ended up being very close friends all throughout their years of schooling. harrison nudges tatum when they’re together and is like “does this look familiar to you?” because it reminds him a lot of how they were when they were lil. the end. i’m sad. 

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NOEL: you’re amazing. 🖤

          ❛     i’m not the same   little  girl   you use to know   ----   i’m all   GROWN.     ❜     

wyatt knew how he should be spending his friday evening. he should be catching up on reading, or heading to the practice range. he should even just be sleeping, resting up for the weeks of undercover work ahead that would no doubt test him in many ways. what he SHOULDN'T be doing is going out to bars with his new friends, aka his mentors and higher ranked agents. no, he definitely shouldn’t be doing that. even as they walked into the first bar, wyatt could tell he was out of his element. the other agents were rowdy, loud and obnoxious with a spirit that oozed overconfidence. they went right to the bar, skipping over anyone already ahead of them. they ordered their drinks as if they owned the place. and while wyatt stayed back, he couldn’t help but get a sour taste in his mouth from the sight of it all. in order to wash it all down, he ordered a beer and found himself near one of his new advisors, an agent with quite a few more years of experience on wyatt. listening in to a few different conversations, the one right next to him was the most challenging to not eavesdrop on. the guy, basically is boss, was hitting on some unsuspecting girl one seat away. and with every awful line, wyatt could see the girl become less and less interested. feeling CHIVALROUS, wyatt scooted between the two and ordered himself another drink, acting oblivious to the guy flirting with her. just as he did so, the male leaned closer and said some DEGRADING line that made wyatt almost spit his drink out in amazement. they let people like this work for the fbi ? really ? he made a mental note to ask around about this guy before turning his attention to the woman, making sure he wasn’t invading her space too much. “ sorry about captain america over there. apparently one beer does him in for the night ... ”

         sloan hadn’t even meant to let the words slip out. by all means, she probably shouldn’t want to marry roscoe. then why did it feel more right with him than it had with anyone else? “i’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate, too. i’ve thought so since you helped me jump my stupid mini,” she couldn’t help but laugh fondly at the memory, arms wrapping around his neck. “let’s go. let’s just-- do it. i want this. want you.”