Almost every true crime documentary comes to this one same conclusion: If you’re poor, the chances of you successfully defending yourself against false allegations are slim to none. That’s very obviously true when it comes to O.J. Simpson. If he didn’t have the expendable cash necessary to hire a huge team of defense lawyers, the “Trial of the Century” would’ve lasted about a week, and it damn sure wouldn’t have ended with him being found innocent. The same can be said for Steven Avery. The only reason Making A Murderer even exists is that he settled that now-famous $36 million lawsuit he’d filed against the Manitowoc County Sheriffs Department for just $400,000 and used that money to pay for his defense in the Teresa Halbach case. If not for that, he wouldn’t have been able to afford those lawyers.
When creating a character, you’re likely to hit a few roadblocks on the way. One that comes up frequently is finding the right name. It’s what distinguishes them and it can be difficult to find one that fits, or one that you even like! The purpose of this masterlist is to provide suggestions and (hopefully) trigger inspiration.
I have chosen to only list names that can be used for all genders. Under the cut, you can find 150 unisex names. Obviously, there are plenty more, but this should be enough to get you started. These are listed alphabetically and by origin. I have also provided meanings for those that take them into consideration.
Please like/reblog if you find this useful, as I have spent quite some time writing it.
It’s been a few months since Adam started his physical therapy. Even though he first thought he wouldn’t make any process, he was already back on his feet. His therapist Kyle pushed him every day, making him work hard for what he wanted and there he was, able to stand on his own two feet. Adam’s smile was so big. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy. “I’m so proud of you, man.”, Kyle chuckled and patted Adam’s shoulder as he stood, a crutch on each side. The officer looked at the man next to him and licked his lips. “Thank you. Really…I don’t think I would’ve been able to get this far in such a short amount of time if it wasn’t for you.”, he smiled. Kyle became a really good friend to him and besides the therapy, they soon found other things they could talk about and bond over. “Avery’s gonna be so happy. I can’t wait for you to tell me how she reacted.”
Adam chuckled. He slowly got back down in his wheel chair and handed the crutches over to Kyle. “Why don’t you come?”, he said and looked up to his new friend. “I mean, you helped me back on my feet. You’re the one who made it possible for me to dance with my bride on my wedding day. You should see her reacted when I dance with her at the rehearsal dinner.”, Adam said. Kyle raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I’d love to. I mean…if that’s okay for Avery.” Adam chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. I don’t think she’ll say no. It’s for family and our closest friends and honestly…I consider you one of my closest friends.”, Adam said and Kyle smiled. “Thanks…now get your ass out of here before I get emotional.”, the therapist laughed and pushed Adam out to the lobby in his wheel chair.
Adam Levine handled his biggest fan having a panic attack in the sweetest fashion.
Christopher Warner, a 10-year-old from Maryland with Down syndrome, is pretty serious about Maroon 5.
So serious he made this fan video (below), in which he rather adorably prints out all his favourite photos of the band.
It was picked up by Hot 99.5’s Kane Show, which arranged for Christopher to go backstage at the band’s show in Washington DC and meet them. The boy was so overwhelmed by meeting his heroes however that he suffered a panic attack and had to lay down on the floor.
But Levine then simply laid beside him and suggested everyone else do the same, before taking photos on the floor and generally hanging out down there.
“[Christopher] has just been fascinated with Maroon 5 and especially Adam Levine,” Avery Stanert, a special education teacher at the school, told The Today Show. "He loves to listen to their music during work breaks. He draws pictures of them. He just absolutely loves them.“
A/N: This is it- the last part to Broken Promises. I want to take this time to thank everyone who has supported me with this series and sent me such kind words and inspiration. I was scared as hell to write this, never writing angst before, and it made me love angst so much. Thank you to @balthazars-muse for being such a huge help with this series. I will be forever grateful to you! There is still an epilogue for me to write, so keep your eyes peeled for that as well! Let me know how you like to ending! I hope I wrapped it up okay! xo
You stared at the ceiling, your phone resting on your baby bump, your finger mindlessly pressing Dean’s name over and over. Each time you’d call, it would ring a few times and go straight to voicemail - each time your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. It had been almost six hours since he left, six whole hours of the unknown. Where was he? Was he okay? Was Sam okay? Was Crowley dead? The questions replayed in your mind over and over, like some fucked up torture device on repeat. After the last call, you threw your phone to the end of the bed, running a hand through your hair.
You had been discharged an hour ago, and now you were waiting for someone to come and get you. But, no one was answering. Even Sam wasn’t answering his phone. Each time you thought about it, the urge to pass out became more and more evident. A soft knock on your door made you jump to your feet.
What is your pendeo stuff? I see it show up a bunch and you said other people can add to it in an earlier as, but what is it world-wise?
Pendeo is short for Pendeogan. It’s a.. race? That I created when i was like 13 but kinda altered as the years went by. They’re human– technically, but a mutation. Story I had going was they originated after some shitty experiments trying to eliminate the part of the human brain that makes people addicted to crap and instead basically did the exact opposite. The test subjects ended up creating a generation of what are called pendeogen and they’re now just a part of society. Discrimination is still a thing with them though.
They’re a race of addicts. They have something they call their “fix”. They biologically need their fix or suffer, possibly go comatose. Their fix are your usual addictions. Caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, sex, narcotics, etc. But only after puberty. If say, alcohol is their fix but they don’t ever drink alcohol they can live a perfectly fix free life free of the terrible withdrawals and threats that come with it. Otherwise they need to get their fix normally a couple times a week.
Their eye color is anywhere in the color ranges of red(oranges and purples too but they gotta be more on the red side). They got pointed ears and a tail. The ears vary in length, usually with gender. While the tails vary in length and hair type. Color and color pattern is also open to whatever but usually suits their head of hair. No idea why I thought they needed elven ears and a tail but hey the weeaboo lyf is hard
There’s a whole bunch of other junk on them but euuhhg