GREYHOUND ᴼᴺᴱ

DO YOU THINK I'M STILL A CHILD?

Indie and private portrayal of Allison Mackenzie from Peyton Place. Written by Bean (she/her, 25+).

NO MORE ALICE IN WONDERLAND.

Bond. James Bond.

Jemma Redgrave as President Jessica Danforth

The voice grabbed her attention, sat on the low wall as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. 

“Oh-” The jacket is warm, like it’s just been taken off and Mel isn’t going to refuse it. The breeze is cold…and she’s left in the aftermath of whatever the hell it was that had happened here. 

If she is going to be honest, Mel doesn’t understand what has happened. She had just been in the park and all hell had broken loose. It sounded odd to her, to say that she had been in the right place at the right time, but for the people who had been hurt that was very much the case - for her, it was a nightmare. 

Strange, Mel wasn't entirely unaccustomed to such events, she just usually was an active participant in the aftermath rather than the actual incident itself. Now the place is crawling with people in uniforms and…they’re not ones she recognizes entirely. There’s just enough context for Mel to figure out they are military? Or something military adjacent?

Securing shelter, hygiene kits, medicine and food parcels

Humans of Dahieh

Ma3 Ba3ed (which means "together" in Arabic)

Egna Legna / their Instagram (specifically supporting migrant domestic worker communities who are often excluded from receiving life-saving aid and shelter)

d2.fromthesouth

Tanseqeye Shaabiye

Haven for Artists

Daily warm meals preparation

Nation Station

Husen Fayyad / his Instagram

Medical support for war-wounded children

Wings for Hope

Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's Fund

"Words are fun-- Wordz. Wuh-ur-duh-zuh. Wur-duzh. Werds." The Andalite was all too happy to play around with the mouth of his human form as though it were some niffty toy. At the end of the day, he was still, a child-- and in a moment like this perhaps that was the most clear. He looked no older than a teen, and his voice was unusually androgynous. The result of his combined morph.

"I am thankful for the tea. It is very hot. I enjoy hot. Hot-tuh. Do you have cinnamon buns here as well?" Brown eyes gazed up at her with naive curiosity. He was, after all, alone on this world. She and UNIT were the closest things he'd had to friends after being separated from his companions. He hadn't anticipated humans actually wanting to help him, but was also wary, as any child left alone would be. His thick American accent stood out though, distinctly one from Southern California.

"For a long time now I've had many questions about humans my friends could not answer Perhaps you could help, Prince Kate." Ax brought his hand to his throat as he spoke, feeling the vibrations through his fingertips. "I can feel the movement when I speak as well. Is this not a vulnerability? The airway is forward facing, toward potential opponents. A single strike can incapacitate if done in the right location, I have used this method before."

Kate found herself staring at the Andalite out of the corner of her eye as she topped up both their cups. Trying to catch a glimpse, some flaw in his disguise. Even if logic told her, she wouldn't. The Andalites didn't cloak themselves like other species did. They weren't pretending to be someone else, they became them. Complete metamorphosis. And Ax was young. A child at best, imagine, a grasp on morphing technology at such a young age. Kate wasn't without sympathy either. A young child, alone in the world? He was her responsibility as much as defending the Earth was.

❝ Ah, just Kate is fine. ❞ She muttered, waving the title away awkwardly. ❝ yes-yes I suppose it is. As the dominant species on our planet, its evolved for complex communication over responding to threats.... ❞ She trailed off, a frown marring her forehead as she thought about Ax's confession. " A method I have used before."