“Let me be a star again, the dust on God’s lips.”
— sarah xerta, ‘juliet (I)’
Jess/19/Bi/Baby Green Witch ✨
I am heaven sent, don’t you dare forget
If anybody find that picture of the handmade road sign that says Slow Down You Sons of Bitches I will be super grateful
Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean???
Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal
thedupshadove
Okay. The Gang were friends in high school, and while they all (with one notable exception. Stay tuned.) went to different colleges, they stayed in touch. They had had sort of an amateur investigative service running back in school, so when they all got out of their respective post-high-school obligations and realized that they all had no immediate plans (and privately, each of them realized that they all had emotional damage that made them reluctant to just go do adult life), they decided to take their investigative skills on the road, mostly as an excuse to semi-drop-out of society. Hey, it’s 1970. These things happen. But then, wherever they go they keep bumping into things that really do need solving. (“But where did they get the money for the van?” Daphne. “But all the food they have to buy–” Daphne. “But most people probably don’t pay them once their mystery gets solved–” Daphne. Daphne hasn’t even come into her inheritance proper yet, but her trust fund alone could buy Switzerland for cash.) Again, we are not trying to make this take on the series “modern” or “interesting” by having the characters constantly be at each other’s throats. They genuinely care about each other (and because this is me, will have settled into a full-on polycule before the series is over). It’s just that they all have, from various sources, considerable emotional damage that they need to do their best to work through. (But we’re gonna do our best not to let them be defined by their damage. They still have [variants on] the personalities we know and love from the old cartoons.)
