Okay Okay Okay So The Bradley Baker/LB Era Of Ruby Redfort Is The Same As The Marauders Era Of Harry

i miss them (fictional character i think about literally every single day)

does spectrum have a time travel agency? it has to. or at least it's in the works. like there are SO MANY SPECTRUMS, surely ONE of them has to be time travel, or at least will be in the future ya know??

also that bids the question: what to the other spectrums do?? if anyone knows/has theories please share I must know

You know what I want?? 

I want backstories on all the referenced adult Spectrum agents. I wanna know how they were recruited, why they were recruited, who recruited them, how they did on *the test,* I wanna know everything.

like, who recruited Harper?

how did Blacker find his way to L.B when he was first recruited?

what was Froghorn’s first day like?

why was hitch recruited?

I need answers pls someone write a fic ab this 😭

reblogging to find this later 

Earthy Academia Aesthetic ~~

(also called botanical or forest academia)

character traits

- windswept hair that used to be tied back perfectly, but has fallen out here and there due to exploring outside

- empathetic, cheerful, clever, earnest, kind, hearty, genuine, wise, strong

- overabundance of generosity, often giving small rocks, shells, cool leaves, or flowers as sentimental gifts

- very gentle nature as they often befriend animals and care for many plants

- can be naturally intelligent, but not always .. they work really hard in order to understand as many flora and fauna as possible

- can either be very orderly and neat , or on the other hand very chaotic and messy (two opposite ends of the spectrum)

- very resourceful and inventive, must be quick thinkers in order to successfully solve problems that may arise then exploring and tools are limited

interests

- great lover of tea and black coffee

- incredible plant parent , and they are know for having a large rare plant collection

- they befriend many creatures, but are selective about which ones they keep as pets as they believe that animals should be free to wander as they do

- can be humanities oriented (history, mythology, art, literature) or science oriented (biology, botany, geology, biochemistry)

- they either hyper-focus on one specific natural topic or are well-read in a large variety of natural topics , either way they are always open to understanding new things regarding any topic

- hand written letters that always include pressed flowers or leaves

- interested in the scientific aspect of astrology, and less the supernatural implications

- knows in their heart that nature will eventually reclaim the world, and they are at peace with that realization

outfits and key colors

- sweaters, overalls, comfy jackets, denim or corduroy in winter/fall/spring, linen in summer

- worn leather boots and gloves

- button up shirts, tweed jackets

- muted colors, greens of the forest, dark browns of the earth, pale yellow of worn book pages, black and dark blues like the night sky, occasional gray

- sometimes sage green and light tan if channeling a lighter vibe

side note:

heavily believes in scientific fact, and is extremely hesitant to place trust in people who don’t listen to science or remain ignorant to its teachings

(original aesthetic idea: @earthy-academia , additional developments from @tolkien-fantasy )

Dark Academia aesthetics for science subjects

Physics

Chewed lips and fingernails. Coffee rings on your desk, and books, and pages. A sparrow pauses at your windowsill - it turns to you, and you have the strangest feeling that it understands something that you cannot. The atoms around you seem to communicate. Your eyelashes flutter, your fingers are stained. Who are you. What is this. What is this.

Astronomy

Lying on cobblestone in loose, flowey clothing. Your hands are cold, but something inside you burns, quietly - in your sternum, in your gut, behind your eyes, behind your teeth. Pinpricks of stars on a velvet night, glints of dust on a sun-streak, droplets of rain on a windowsill. All of this, and you, are the same.

Botany

A candle burns on your desk. Scrapbooks are filled with sketches, and pressed flowers, and dried leaves. Vines creep over a stone wall. You drink herbal tea with the bag left in. Tonight you press wax stamps to handwritten letters. You sit and drink the moonlight. You whisper to the plant on your windowsill.

Chemistry

Loose, giddy laughter. Two friends, shrieking and spinning, alone in a dark hall. Ridiculous, unfeasible ideas. Chicken-scratch notes. Walking the halls of an old university, gothic and dead and alive. You spent hours and hours in the lab, so consumed you don’t notice the time pass. It’s dark when you step outside. You tremble with excitement. Tomorrow.

Medicine

Macabre diagrams of skulls and human anatomy on yellowed paper. Your journals are cryptic: the scratched cursive look like clues, the symbols, code. Nights and nights and nights spent awake, exhaustion tugging at your clothes and your eyes and your neck, but your mind buzzes with an electric determination that teeters on madness. Clasped hands, and quiet camaraderie.

Veterinary medicine

Untamed grass on a misty morning, embroidered with wildflowers. You wear an old dress, or a white shirt tucked into loose checked trousers. Dew brushes your ankles. Your fingers card gently over fur. A kiss just barely touches skin. Your mind is sharp, but your heart is open. There is a breeze through the open window.

Technology

City lights. Ideas that swirl - no, prick at you, fine needle points of inspiration that kiss at the base of your neck, your jaw, your head, and you scramble to turn them into something real. Rusty gears turn on an old watch. A quirked eyebrow. You smell rain on the pavement. 

Psychology

A lone ballerina spins in an abandoned chapel; a streak of white against darkness. Tea in a vintage teacup, spoon left in, on a neat pile of books. Quiet gasps, soft hands and cursive writing. The echo of footsteps. A hand brushes through your hair. A mist rolls in. You think this dawn looks like a dusk.

Marine Biology

Waves heave and undulate, like a great ribcage swelling with breath. You watch it from a lighthouse, blank faced and austere in a long black coat. A small flame of fear quivers in the hollow of your chest. At the old wooden desk, you work.You lick your lips and taste brine.

click here for part 1: (aesthetics for literature, classics, philosophy, fine art, political science, and history)

the gang stealing the rv

its so ANNOYINH  ☹️

One thing that bugs me about this site is when I finish something and I look it up because it ticks all my favorite narrative boxes and features complex, messed up, chaotic women operating in a hostile world and I want all the meta and edits about said women operating in a hostile world and the majority of what I find are gifs of that one white guy that shows up

fun idea, reblog this post and tag who the blorbo in laws you have associated with the last person to rb person are.

rr characters :)

Character ask game!

A classic character ask game lol, but with a little deeper digging into them

Send a character and a number/several numbers, and i'll answer:

My first impression of them

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

A song that reminds me of them

How many people I ship them with

My favorite ship of them

My least favorite ship of them

A quote of them that you remember

Your favorite outfit of them

Your least favorite outfit of them

Describe the character in one sentence

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Sexuality hc!

Your favorite friendship they have

Best storyline they had

Worst storyline they had

A childhood headcanon

What do you think their first word was?

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

The most random ship you've seen people have with them

A weird headcanon

When do you think they were at their happiest?

When do you think they were at their lowest?

Future headcanon

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

When do you think they acted the most ooc

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

The funniest scene they had?

Froghorn: …and that’s why the entire coding team is still here at Spectrum HQ at ten to midnight. Redfort, obviously, is here because she was the one who crashed into LB at subsonic speed and sent her flying across her office hard enough to knock a hole in the wall. Blacker is here because he was encouraging her, and everybody else is here because they were taking bets on how far she’d get down the hallway. I was not involved in the incident in the least. 

Blacker: Wait. Why are you here then?

Froghorn: I am here to supervise, since everybody else here is apparently twelve years old and incapable of taking care of themselves.

Ruby: He’s actually here because he gave me the helmet before I started sliding, but he just doesn’t want anybody to know that he has fun, ever.