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[ JOE GOLDBERG VOICE ] Hello, you.

Dearest Podficcer,

This is my general podficcer exchange letter, which is pretty much an extension of my general exchange letter, but with more information for podfic, like fandoms! My general exchange letter is where you'll find my tropes and podfic likes, and is a letter I update frequently. This letter will serve as what my exchange sign-up usually does: telling you the fandoms, pairings, and characters I like. Please refer to this letter for my DNWs regarding podfic requests for events like Podfic Summer Swap.

My AO3 is

buries, although you will most likely find my Tumblr reflects my obsessions best, which can be found at

finnicks. (Please do not take my AO3 bookmarks to be a true representation of what I like; I have a conservative approach with my bookmarks, and I don't read a lot of fic anymore. My Tumblr and rec posts are your best bet.)

What I'm primarily looking for when requesting podfic is to be exposed to new stories and authors.

For my general likes, such as tropes, please see my general exchange letter, which I update regularly. My podfic likes are in this letter.

Last updated: 13 June 2025.

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GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN. TEENAGE DAYDREAM.
JUST ANOTHER DRESSED UP HEARTBREAK.

ABOUT | MISCELLANEOUS | VERSE

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Likes

🤸‍♀️ | Cheerleading. Not for the hierarchy, but the discipline, athleticism, and adrenaline.

🤸‍♀️ | Swimming, especially in lakes or the ocean. She craves the weightlessness.

🤸‍♀️ | Photography, particularly Polaroids. She likes catching things before they disappear.

🤸‍♀️ | Poetry: Sylvia Plath, Anne Carson. She underlines every line that feels like a bruise.

🤸‍♀️ | Planning things: picnics, outfits, aesthetics.

🤸‍♀️ | Color-coded notebooks, pressed linens, hair ribbons.

🤸‍♀️ | Gummy bears.

🤸‍♀️ | Rollerblading.

🤸‍♀️ | Fast cars and the feeling of escape on an open road.

Dislikes

🏈 | Being seen as shallow or ornamental.

🏈 | The terms “princess” and “city girl”.

🏈 | Her stepmother.

🏈 | The small-town suffocation of gossip and assumption.

Other

🌻 | Her bedroom is floral, curated, and emotionally sterile

🌻 | Her biggest fear is being truly known and then rejected

🌻 | She occasionally secretly waitresses at a roadside diner called Dixie’s, under the name Maggie Emmerson (her mother’s maiden name). It’s not about money. It’s about control. At Dixie’s, she’s just a girl with a name tag, not an heiress or a trophy. She works the late shift — truckers, travelers, and old-timers, mostly.

🌻 | She scares easily and hates horror movies

🌻 | She smokes. Not out of rebellion, but anxiety. It started her freshman year in L.A., when the world felt like it was caving in and she needed something, anything, to hold between her fingers and breathe through her panic

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Overview

Welcome to Marrowbone, Texas, a sun-scorched slip of a town nestled in the cracked ribs of the West Texas Panhandle—where bloodlines run deep, cattle kick up red dirt, oil rigs tick like slow bombs on the horizon, and secrets burn hotter than the Texas sun.

It’s a town that clings tight to its own mythology—Sunday sermons, Friday night lights, rodeoing till your bones give out, Fourth of July parades, and a hundred ways to ruin your name if you don’t walk the line.

At the heart of it all are Charlotte “Lottie” Matthews and Magnolia “Maggie” Tate—two girls from opposite sides of the wire fence. Maggie, the cheer captain and heir to the Tate ranching legacy, hides a restless yearning beneath her perfect ponytail and perfect GPA. Lottie, the whip-smart loner from the trailer park, is half feral, all fire, and still reeling from the death of her father—a former rodeo legend turned local ghost.

They say this is God’s country, but nobody says which god.

Kids disappear here. Not the good ones—the others. Queer kids, poor kids, addicts, burnouts, trailer park trash, runaways. Everyone looks the other way. “Bad blood,” they whisper. “Bound to happen.” The ones who vanish are always the kind this town was never going to save.

But what no one wants to admit is that something wants them to disappear.

Something old. Something buried deep in the red clay and dry creek beds. Something that tastes desperation and calls it home. It doesn’t wear a face. It doesn’t knock. It just waits—beneath the cattle fields, in the silos and sinkholes, in the barn lofts of the ghost town just west of the train tracks. In the places no one goes after dark. And when it chooses you, it changes you.

And yet, life in Marrowbone goes on. The girls cheer on the football field. The boys tear through dirt roads in rust-bitten trucks. Back porches hum with gossip. Tumbleweeds roll by. The high school still crowns a homecoming queen every year.

Lottie doesn’t remember the crash—not the way it really happened. One moment she was speeding down the backroads, hot with heartbreak, the next she was crawling from the wreckage, broken and bleeding beneath a wide Texas moon.

But she didn’t die.

She came back.

Different.

Wrong.

She doesn’t know what found her out there—only that it left something inside her. A hunger. A sharpness. A thirst that wasn’t there before.

Inspiration

Fear Street, Friday Night Lights, Ransom Canyon, Salem's Lot, and Yellowstone.

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Full Name: Magnolia “Maggie” Tate
Hometown: Los Angeles, California

MBTI: ESFJ
Sexuality: Comphet Lesbian

Height: 5′6½″
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown

Family

Maggie is the only daughter of Miller Tate, a wealthy, powerful oil and land development tycoon known for his ruthless industrial edge. After relocating back to Marrowbone, Miller expanded his empire into local construction contracts, real estate holdings, and cattle ranching. Her mother, Veronica Tate, remains in Los Angeles, where she works as a sharp and demanding attorney. Maggie's stepmother, Betty-Jo Loudermilk — anything but maternal — is a self-absorbed former beauty queen and world-class debutante from Tennessee, who met Miller on a business trip and never left his side (or his credit line).

Marrowbone

The Tate family estate, Marrowbone, is a sprawling Southern property that blends old-money aesthetics with corporate muscle. It includes:

🤠 | A grand, white-columned mansion perched on a hill, with wraparound porches, antique furnishings, oil portraits of ancestors, and rooms more for show than for use.

🤠 | A formal garden, designed less for flowers and more for fundraisers.

🤠 | Fully-outfitted guest houses reserved for visiting politicians, investors, and elite donors.

🤠 | Expansive mixed-use acreage: oil derricks, cattle leases, modern barns, and a workers’ bunkhouse — all kept well out of sight from the main house.

🤠 | A private lake and stables, maintained for appearances rather than practicality.

🤠 | Though not a working ranch in the traditional sense, Marrowbone serves multiple purposes:

🤠 | Corporate headquarters for Tate Land & Mineral Holdings.

🤠 | A venue for county fairs, political fundraisers, and donor galas.

🤠 | A hunting lodge nestled within a manmade wilderness, where Miller Tate wines and dines power players.

🤠 | A helipad used by Miller and high-profile clients — politicians, executives, and anyone too important to drive in.

Personality

Maggie is polished, social, and always camera-ready — the kind of girl who makes homecoming queen without trying, who knows exactly what to wear and when to laugh. As head cheerleader, she’s composed under pressure and always in control. But she’s not a Southern sweetheart, no, she’s an L.A. girl through and through. People see her as beautiful, popular, and privileged. They rarely notice that she’s also brilliant, with sharp intelligence and strong grades.

Restless, observant, and deeply lonely. She feels like a tourist in her own life — adrift at parties, hollow in the spotlight, unhappy at home, and bored of the dumb jocks lining up to date her. Maggie was raised to win at appearances, not connection. Deep down, she wants to be real with someone, but fears what might happen if she lets her guard down. She aches to be understood and resents being idolized for surface-level traits she neither chose nor values.

Maggie’s life is a performance she’s learned to perfect: the cultivated socialite, elite athlete, and heiress her father expects her to be — and the girl who secretly longs for something real. She wants to be seen for more than her looks or last name. She also struggles under the pressure to conform to heteronormative expectations, never fully confronting her queerness, until Lottie shows her something different. Something possible.

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