lay your head down child

[ooc]: i live.

humanmapquest — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:14:30 GMT

'sup.

in which molly and phoebe are adorable and mun is hungover :(

humanmapquest — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 20:10:43 GMT

SYLAR SYLAR SYLAR!

GUESS WHAT?

We, Phoebe and I, made you a snowman!

[insert picture right here. two little girls filled with smiles, giggles, etc. rosy cheeks can be seen through their layers and layers of clothes, though just barely, especially with wee phoebe. in front of the youngest, there is also a bastardized snowman laying down; the ketchup they squirted is a substitute for blood. don't ask.]

See! It's Lord Voldemort and you kicked his butt! (Phoebe said another word when we were filming, but I had to explain to her that it wasn't nice.)

[meme] people don't mess with me.

humanmapquest — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 01:13:03 GMT

You Are Strength

You represent both fiery energy and steadfast will.

You are innocent and naive - yet unafraid and undaunted.

Perhaps you don't have the most powerful physical strength...

But your mental powers make up for any amount of muscle.

Your fortune:

Lately, you have been a pillar of ethics and moral strength.

And while things may be difficult, your faith in yourself will come through.

You may need to conquer the animalistic nature of yourself or others, with gentle force.

Although this may seem like the darkest hour for you, victory is near.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Blogthings: If Quizzes Are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Take Quizzes

from everyone.

humanmapquest — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 07:26:45 GMT

You Are Unconventional and Self-Assured

You are independent and quirky. You never like to follow the crowd.

You prefer to do your own thing. You stay away from trends, but you usually end up setting trends anyway!

You are stylish and chic. You are always drawn to quality, and you like to surround yourself with unique things.

You seem to know where to find the best everything. You're very well traveled and cosmopolitan.

The Smell Test

Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds

[journal entry] in which molly is impatient.

humanmapquest — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 16:57:45 GMT

Can it be Christmas yet?

Now?

Now?

Now?

OOC: OMG ME.

humanmapquest — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 23:39:32 GMT

After the longest, hard-working experience of my life, Externship has finally ended and, therefore, I'm back.

...Don't sound too disappointed.

in which molly is growing up part deux.

humanmapquest — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 06:17:21 GMT

GUESS WHAT?

I snuck on here to tell all of you- that's every single one of you- that it's my birthday! (Actually, it isn't my birthday until four in the morning but that's just details!) Please don't ground me, because... it's my birthday. If you want to ground me for being up too late, can it start on monday? That would be SO much nicer.

You may now continue with your scheduled program.

PS. GUESS HOW OLD I AM? AND IF YOU GUESS YOUNGER OR SAY THAT I'M EIGHTY, I'LL MAKE A SAD EMOTE ICON. :( <- THAT WOULD BE THE RESULT. NOW I HAVE TO GO TO BED OR SOMETHING, EVEN IF I'M WAY TOO EXCITED TO SLEEP. I HAVE THINGS TO DO, PEOPLE TO BOTHER, ETC.

stolen from peter: dr. phill?

humanmapquest — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:01:05 GMT

You Are 2: The Helper

You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you.

You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know.

Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere.

You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.

At Your Best: You are deeply giving, altruistic, and humble. You devote your life to others while caring for yourself too.

At Your Worst: You are manipulative and enjoy making other people guilty.

Your Fixation: Rejection

Your Primary Fear: Being unworthy of love

Your Primary Desire: To be loved unconditionally

Other Number 2's: Mother Teresa, John Travolta, Princess Diana, Dr. Phil, and Mr. Rogers.

What Number Are You?

Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything

stolen from matt:

humanmapquest — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 22:47:14 GMT

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your blog if you want to, and elaborate on the subjects given.

in which our molly is growing up:

humanmapquest — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 04:34:47 GMT

I never thought I'd hate Science until I spent the first full week with my new Science teacher. (Being in sixth grade means that I have more than one teacher for every subject. Lockers, too!) She's really boring and eats in front of us all the time but tells us we can't eat in the classroom.

I can't believe this, but girls are wearing makeup in Junior High. I mean, like, a lot. And we have to change for P.E. and the locker rooms smell. I hope High School is much better. I don't know why, but I'm thinking about trying out for Cheerleading. Maybe if I make it my my coach won't make me run laps every Thursday? (That's what she said we'll do. I don't like it.)

OH! We have extracurricular activities now, so I joined Choir. I love it. I joined Theater, too, because that way I can never complain about being bored because I have too much to do! :)

That's why I haven't made any real updates lately. That, and homework. I totally didn't miss homework. I also don't like having to wake up early, either.

in which molly's barbie drama returns!

humanmapquest — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:16:01 GMT

It's official: Barbie and G.I. Joe are filing for a divorice, even after they just had a baby. Barbie needs some good legal advice so if anyone wants to help me out, that'll be appreciated.

They're so in time out forever.

i'm very motivated. some people even call me bossy. :c

humanmapquest — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 15:53:35 GMT

You Have a Wild Imagination

You can think or dream anything. You have very vivid and colorful thoughts.

You have a witty and snarky attitude. People can count on you to be subtly hilarious.

You are chill to the point of being a little lazy. It's hard for you to get motivated at times.

You are a very emotional person. It's pretty easy to touch your heart.

The Bubble Bath Test

Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.

[Unknown LJ tag]: because it totally explains his moodiness.

humanmapquest — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 04:03:14 GMT

Is Sylar pregnant?

[Explains moodniess, okay?

someone should make me food. i need two dinners, you know.

humanmapquest — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 04:35:02 GMT

You Crave Friendship

You are a kind hearted and compassionate person. Nothing matters more to you than human connection.

You are as generous as you can be. You enjoy giving to others, and you don't expect anything in return.

You consider yourself lucky to have the friends that you have, and you're always looking to strengthen those bonds.

You stay engaged and interested in other people's lives. You are one of the few out there who truly cares.

The Fancy Cupcake Test

Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!

sixwordstories: holycrap batman there is locusts!

humanmapquest — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 08:36:40 GMT

They can't kill me, can they?

in which molly is in need of a inhaler because she so cannot breathe!!!

humanmapquest — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 16:17:56 GMT

state of the pups for heartsand_minds:

humanmapquest — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 21:30:15 GMT

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<td>Character: Molly Walker humanmapquest
Canon: Heroes
General: Dealing with the after math of Sylar kidnapping her has sent her to square one: she's clingy, shy, and nothing like the bubbly, mature young girl that she was slowly turning into prior to Sylar's attack. You can say she's regressing to early stages of her life as a form of an defense mechanism. The only bonus is that her scar makes her feel like Harry Potter. >>
Needs Threads With: Gleeclub folks. Definitely Leslie. Angela.
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<td>Character: Brittany amale_duck
Canon: Glee
General: Um. She is constantly reminded that putting birds in her school locker = teh badness. And to wear something other than her Cheerio uniform by Sue. She also, somehow, locks herself in her own closet, too, so... Oh! She calls Adam Mr. God--she's really convinced he is God okay--and is living with Santana Lopez. Thinks Mohinder and Mr. Shue are related.
Needs Threads With: SUE! KURT! SANTANA! IDK WHO ELSE SHE'S FREE GAME.
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<td>Character: Amanda Strazzulla slowlyburn
Canon: Heroes
General: She's mourning her glory days at the Carnival when she was worshiped by the boys ages twelve-twenty. She doesn't want a relationship- she just wants to feel pretty. Currently wondering if this is how ugly people feel.
Needs Threads With: Samuel, Sue, Lydia, Puck, and um- Edgar?
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doesn't everyone crave love?

humanmapquest — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 06:56:55 GMT

You Crave Love

You don't feel like life is really worth living if you don't have anyone to love.

You know that in the end, relationships are what matter most - and you put love first.

Even if you've already found your true love, you're looking for more people to care for.

You never like your life to be too quiet. You prefer it to be filled with friends, conversation, and laughter.

What Do You Crave?

Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds

don't be mean or i'll crucio you :(

humanmapquest — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 16:58:04 GMT

Who am I to you?

One simple question, maybe a not so simple answer?

7s_prompts: covert.

humanmapquest — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 17:24:12 GMT

It's six thirty in the morning when Molly sneaks into Mohinder's and Sylar's room. The door is left ajar enough for the little girl to squeeze through without causing too much noise, yet, with all her stealth, she still makes a clumsy decision to climb over Mohinder to find a way in between the two clothed--thankfully!--men only to reach over on Sylar's side towards the in table, placing his package of Twix next to their alarm. She gives a soft yawn as she settles between the two, firmly placing her thumb in her mouth as her eyes become heavier and heavier.

"Molly?" Sylar's voice rasps, full of sleep as he turns over to pull her close to him. He gives a sigh and brushes his lips on top of her hair. She makes a stiffled little noise and he hushes her. Mohinder, half-asleep and half-not, turns over and wraps his arms around Molly, as well, murmuring something in Tamil, a language both Molly and Sylar really want to become fluent in so they can understand what he's saying, with an amused, sleepy voice.

When Molly wakes up it's already noon; she's still in their bed, in the middle, and Sylar is sitting by his side of the bed, running his fingers through her hair. "Someone sure was sleepy," his voice is full of amusement and a hint of fatherly affection that Molly is actually becoming accustomed to, even enjoying. "What is it--three o'clock in the afternoon?"

He's teasing, but when she looks at what time it is she gives a dissapointed little whine. Pulling her thumb out of her mouth she softly murmurs, "I wasn't the first one..." Sylar raises a curious eyebrow and she explains further, voice filled with sleep and disappointment. "I wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, because I'm your favorite."

Sylar blinks for a few moments and then, "Mohinder's right; you're turning into me." He laughs softly at her confused little whines but he scoops her body out of bed effortlessly, padding his way towards the kitchen where Mohinder is making lunch. "You kinda did, you know. You made sure you were the first one to give me a present..."

Mohinder shakes his head as he chops up the vegetables with a knife carefully, but the grin on his face says he's nothing short of amused at the two. "Am I still your favorite?" Mohinder makes a comment on how she is turning into Sylar but Sylar doesn't respond; he simply brushes a kiss to her temple, cuddling her close. "Of course."

Muse: Molly Walker.
Fandom: Heroes.
Community: 7s_promps
Note: So not beta'd. Sorry. Sylar is heroslayer and is used with permission. Fic is not binding and, again, unbetad so it prolly sucks I'm sorry okay. Look, I...have a hard life full of privledges and stuff. It's called being a brat. :P

just_muse_me my wife and kids.

humanmapquest — Mon, 31 May 2010 19:41:48 GMT

“Phoebe, are you paying attention?” The little girl asked, allowing the toddler that sat in her lap to ‘nom’ her fingers, giving the newest arrival to the ‘family’ a very pointed look. “This is really serious. I know I might seem a little harsh, but you have to know this stuff. I’m only trying to do what’s best for you,” the eleven year old explained earnestly, softening her facial features for emphasis. Phoebe inhaled a deep breath, and then exhaled very slowly before giving a nod: she was ready. Molly nodded and Irina simply contented herself to the older girl’s finger, oblivious to anything else.

Phoebe leaned over and pointed at one scribble before her eyes brightened just a bit. “You colored in blue, Molly!” She exclaimed, bouncing on the older girl’s bed, clasping her tiny hands together in joy. “You know that’s my mostest-favorite color in the entire world!” Without warning Phoebe’s arms encircled Molly’s neck, making her fall over, as well as Irina, who—thankfully!—was not injured and merely squealed in excitement before detangling herself from the giggling girls to climb on top of Phoebe to grab her pony tail with a sharp tug.

After Molly somehow managed to detangle herself, too, in enough time to distract the little girl from yanking the six year olds hair out of her scalp; she sat Irina back in her lap and put her free arm around Phoebe, comforting the little girl who sniffled with bruised feelings. After explaining that Irina did not intend to really harm Phoebe—Irina merely blew spit bubbles to her heart’s content—but because things were so new to her right now, she just had to find out what anything and everything was. Phoebe calmed down after a few moments of Molly’s reassurance and nodded, giving a soft peck to Irina’s head filled with barely manageable curls to make amends.

When that was settled, Molly went back to the drawings she made for Phoebe on the different individuals in their unconventionally, probably dysfunctional, little family. With her pointer finger she pointed to a man with curly hair with a brightly colored scarf around his neck, “This is Mohinder,” Molly explained. “He’s a geneticist, one of my dads, and his favorite things are really bright clothes, science, me and Sylar, my other dad; I’m his favorite, though, because I’m adorable.” Phoebe nodded and Molly continued with the next drawing. “This is Sylar. He and Mohinder are married and I’m their favorite.”

“Why does Sylar have really big muscles for?” Phoebe asked, “And why are there stars around him?” Molly then went onward to explain how Sylar was special, that if you wanted to be his friend, you needed to tell him how amazing he was. While this could be ironic for anyone else Molly was nothing short of genuine; her face was stone, and her speech was serious and articulate. Phoebe, however, was still confused as she wiggled around in her Little Mermaid pajamas, while Molly tried to keep Irina’s hands away from her matching pajama set. “Why can’t I share my macaroni and cheese with him instead?”

Well, she had to admit that was a good point; after considering her question Molly merely gave a shrug. “I don’t know. When I tell him nice things he seems to really like it. He also likes to cuddle, too, but while he’s super nice he’s also super B.A.”

“What does B.A. mean, Molly?” Molly’s cheeks gave a scarlet blush as she leaned over to whisper in Phoebe’s ear. In a matter of moments those saucer shaped hazel eyes twinkled as a conspiratorial giggle escaped her throat. “Oh!” The little girls giggled impishly, before Molly resumed her task at hand once the both of them calmed down.

Molly went through the others: Adam was really old and he was a Pirate—this made Phoebe’s life right then and there, declaring once Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura adopt her she was going to take him to show-and-tell!—but really nice, Peter was his boyfriend, Uncle Nathan could fly and he brought people ice cream a lot, Baileigh and Julian were Irina’s parents and just because he looked like Adam didn’t mean they were the same, and when she pointed to Mrs. Petrelli the room’s atmosphere went cold. It was like a slew of Dementors somehow entered the room in the Townhouse, swarming about, like all the happiness was drained from their very souls. Irina, even, went a little white as she blinked at the two older girls with solemn blue eyes; Molly knew then that the little girl, even if she couldn’t really speak yet, understood certain things very well—like what was good and what was evil.

“Does she really have fangs, Molly?” Squeaked the little girl as she moved over to cuddle the older one, as well as wrapping a protective arm around Irina as if the image was going to pop out and get the littlest one. “I heard she was scary, but is she that scary?”

Molly nodded, gravely, sucking in a deep, shaky breath as she gave a little shiver. “She doesn’t smile and she’s really mean; I can only assume she’s some sort of demon or vampire.”

“I think that makes sense.”

The girls were in a sort of trance, staring at the monstrous drawing of the matriarch Petrelli, so deep, however, that when Molly’s adoptive father cleared his throat all three gave a little start. Phoebe squealed, Molly jumped, and Irina unceremoniously threw a Carebear towards him. Mohinder raised a dark brow as he bent down to take the little girl in his arms—to which, she automatically went for his curls; he gave a grimace but he allowed her to mess with his hair just the same—and giving Molly and Phoebe a pointed look. “I believe it is past bedtime, young ladies.” The disfigured interpretation of Angela Petrelli caught Mohinder’s eye and he did his best to hide the smirk that really, really wanted to transform into a full on laugh. “Ah, I find this to be very accurate representation.”

Molly gave Phoebe a look saying see, and Phoebe, with wide hazel eyes, nodded, gulping loudly.

Muse: Molly Walker.
Fandom: Heroes.
Word Count: 1, 035 words.
Note: Phoebe Jackson is in_theshadows and is used without permission, but with mucho love. The muse Irina belongs to both deep_red_bells and elementof_risk and is also used without permission but with mucho love. Any muses mentioned are mentioned and used with love and...stuff. And I totally need a new layout. /random

glee makes molly and lydia emo? >>

humanmapquest — Sat, 29 May 2010 05:42:23 GMT

Somebody make me stop listening to Beth.

sixwordstories:

humanmapquest — Tue, 25 May 2010 19:09:00 GMT

Your people shall be my people.

i'm not a tyrant.

humanmapquest — Sun, 23 May 2010 17:07:50 GMT

I am Blue/White
Take The Magic Dual Colour Test - Beta today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>

yeah, right.

humanmapquest — Wed, 19 May 2010 21:37:48 GMT

You are the World

Completion, Good Reward.

The World is the final card of the Major Arcana, and as such represents saturnian energies, time, and completion.

The World card pictures a dancer in a Yoni (sometimes made of laurel leaves). The Yoni symbolizes the great Mother, the cervix through which everything is born, and also the doorway to the next life after death. It is indicative of a complete circle. Everything is finally coming together, successfully and at last. You will get that Ph.D. you've been working for years to complete, graduate at long last, marry after a long engagement, or finish that huge project. This card is not for little ends, but for big ones, important ones, ones that come with well earned cheers and acknowledgements. Your hard work, knowledge, wisdom, patience, etc, will absolutely pay-off; you've done everything right.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.