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[thebluediner]

FINALS WEEK OR OUR FINAL WEEK

roommate billie au

a/n: everybody clap ahhh I'm loving these roommate bille fics and headcanons

•roomatebillie who tells you to wake her up at specific times so she can study for her music history theory test but groans and whines when you do.

"five more minutes please" she pleads burying herself deeper into the warmth of her bed.

"yeah okay but just know you've already lost five percent with those five minutes in bed" you say acting like your unbothered but you stand next to her bed with hands on your hips.

"fuck okay I'm up" billie rises from her bed huffing as she finally opens her eyes draw away from the sleep.

•rommatebillie who wakes up with your bed still untouched from yesterday and just when she's about to call you the door rattles with keys before you appear.

"damn you look like shit" billie say as if she looks any better with her bed hit flying all over her face.

"that's exactly what happens when you fall asleep on a chair at the library" your croak taking off your choose and siding into your sippers.

"woah, you did that" billie gasps looking down at the time and it's only seven in the morning.

you look at billie deadpan because claley that did happen that's the reason you look like shrek after a dump on his muddy pool before dropping all your books and bags to the ground and flopping on your bed.

•roomatebillie who was studying, well atleast trying to study and absorb information from the full print page informt of her when you called her.

"bils can you please come help me downstairs" you asked her but your voice was breathy like you've been running or something.

"with what ?" she questions already standing up frm her desk looking through the window to see if she could get any sight of you.

"billie just come" you sigh frustrated already but your breath has stopped sound ragged.

"that's what she said" billie is quick to laugh but then you drop the call immediately making her laugh even harder.

when she gets down the stairs she finnaly sees you at the bottom leaning on the wall dazed. then she sees blue boxes on the ground next to your feet.

"what are those" she's also coming closer her eyes already recognising the brand of energy drinks.

" I bought bulk red bull's for us to have during the finals" you say pointing to one of the boxes letting her know that one is going to be hers.

" you bought for me too you're so nice" billie coos with a big smile on her face before kissing your cheek before grabbing the boxes herself.

"I've always been nice" you say with your most neutral tone hidding the blush of her action.

"mmh don't lie to yourself"

•rommatebillie who once again refuses to get up from her bed and do some assignments for her finals but you're there to scare her out of bed in your own way.

"mmh the warmer the blankets the colder the future" you say in a sing sing way which billie abruptly responds too by groan and screaming into her pillow.

"you're so evil where did you even get those phrase " she says turning her head towards you her eyes peeking through the covers.

"my mom " you say laughing.

•roomate!billie who drags you along to campus traditional even though you'd pretty much have your head in your books. the traditional basically consistented of everybody coking together on campus ground and when the clock hit midnight you'll all launch into a bunch of guttering concerning screams as a way to release all the stress of exams.

"COME ON YOU'RE NOT EVEN SCREAMING!"

"I don't really feel like it" you shyly mutter looking around you a little uncertain.

"SROP BEING A LITTLE BOY BABE SCREAM!" a crack smiles through when she compared your cowardly energy to a little boy.

"FINE FINE I'LL FUCKING SCREAMING" you shout loud enough for her to hear you over many other screams.

•roomate!billie who has a mental breakdown over all the stress to do good in all her classes while maintaining her mental health.

"oh baby, it's okay really" you try and comfort her with immediately embracing her.

"but it's not, I don't get any of this shit" billie complains even more even though it comes out more muffled than anything.

her head is burried deep in the crook of your neck with her fingers tugging on your shirt.

•roomate!billie who helps you with your flashcards the morning of the exam just to refresh your mind even if it's at seven in the morning and she has no class meaning she gets up all for you.

"I mean you're almost there you're just missing an important keyword" billie says her lips thin her eyes concentrating on the coloured card among the stack in her hands.

"okay don't tell me, let me try and remember" you pace around the room trying to think of the keywords shes referring too while your lips move around reciting the main keys of the topic.

"okay love you've spent atleast five minutes on this you gotta revise it again" billie gives you hr warmest look before handing over the card to you to read over again.

"oh my god , I'm so cooked it's not even funny" you scream flopping onto your bed and screaming into the pillow.

a/n: take my offering man :( I'll add more later

[lcvclywon]

can you see me i'm waiting for the right time?

back to masterlist

synopsis ᯓ Kim woonhak. You've had the biggest crush on him for as long as you can remember. Despite being a year younger than you he never failed to catch your eye whether it be his guitar skills or photography. You had come to terms with the fact that your silly school girl crush would never be reciprocated, but when he suddenly joins yearbook committee your fate might change. As you two grow closer you find it hard to contain your feelings, but then again, there was never really a right time to tell him.

now playing > •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 bags - clairo

warnings ˎˊ˗ errrr kinda open ending, skinship, cursing, yn is kinda a lewserrrrr, angst if you squint, idk anything else so lmk!

thoughts frm yuya💭 first bnd fic heheheheh had to write for my pookie woonhak ! also im procrastinating on my jay fic its still at 18k i apologize. but also this is super duper self indulgent hahahahah my queen juni only knows of that 😁 but anyways HOPE YOU ENJOY! lmk if you would like more bnd fics ^^

“Everyone please welcome the school band!” your principal announced before moving off the stage so that the auditorium could get a better view of the musicians. 

And that’s when you saw him. 

Kim Woonhak. 

He stood there, guitar in hand and strumming along to whatever melody the lead singer was belting out. But in all honesty you couldn’t really focus on the music, well other than the guitar solo, because your eyes were too stuck on Kim Woonhak. And in that moment, you swore you were what the poets could only describe as: lovestruck.

That was in sophomore year and since then you really couldn’t get over your crush on Woonhak. Slowly but surely you learnt more and more about him: you learnt that he just transferred to your highschool from the bustling streets of seoul, you learnt that he was a year younger than you, that he was an avid football enjoyer, and that he had absolutely no clue who you were at all.

In all honesty however you really weren’t trying to do anything about your small crush either, you were perfectly content with admiring him from afar. Partly because of the fact that if you were in a situation where you had to speak with him you feared you would only fumble over your words. It’s not like Woonhak was scary or intimidating, actually it was the complete opposite; contrary to his bandmates Woonhak was one of the most approachable members of the group. Yet every time there was an opportunity to speak to him you stumbled over each phrase leaving your mouth. 

But it’s okay, it’s not like Woonhak even liked you back. 

“Hi, is this the yearbook club?” How come that voice sounds so familiar? 

Turning around you were met with a sight that you truly weren’t ready for “It’s Kim Woonhak, from uh class 11B! I was hoping to sign up” ah…so that’s why. 

“Oh nice to meet you, YN is the leader so talk to her about joining- er she’s right over there!” curse you Yeji. 

“Hey YN right?” he said before quickly tapping your shoulder. Regaining your composure you cleared your throat before turning around to face him, said composure you just regained suddenly seemed to melt away in an instant the moment he flashed that toothy grin at you. 

“Oh uh- yeah yeah…” smooth YN, real smooth. 

“I was wondering if you guys had a photographer yet? I know your head of the editorial team so I assumed you would know..” 

“Oh we um, we actually don’t-” 

“Oh that’s perfect! Well I mean, not perfect for you guys obviously, but uh- I was hoping I could work on leading photography this year?” oh and he’s multitalented, great. 

“I didn’t know you did photography” you mumbled whilst typing away on your laptop to add his name to the yearbook committee

“Oh I don’t really talk about it a lot, but it’s just a casual hobby you know” his hand reached for the nape of his neck as his gaze averted down to the floor

“Ah that’s nice,” you replied absentmindedly “well you’re now a part of the team so uh, I’ll email you the pictures we need soon…”

“Great thanks YN!” fuck, there was that smile. “I’ll get going now, I’ve got band practice..but it was great speaking to you! Promise I won’t disappoint you leader.” he added with a playful giggle while mock saluting, you couldn’t really control your face when a slight smile appeared across your face. 

“Oooh someone’s not over him I see…” Yeji chirped up the moment he left the room, the smile on your face immediately dropping before you turned away to pack away your belongings

“What are you talking about Yeji, we said like 3 things to each other…”

“Three things are enough for me to know that you definitely aren’t over that guy!” 

“Okay first off,” you started before finally zipping up your backpack “We were just having a friendly conversation, nay not even friendly considering it was for work.” slinging your blue backpack over your shoulder you added “second off, I didn’t even have a huge crush on him. All I said was he’s cute, and that was like what- sophomore year? It’s been a year, it was nothing seriously..” yeah you weren’t even buying your own lame excuse 

“Mhm, sure…I know you still like him!” She called out as you were halfway out the door, earning nothing but a slam in the face from you leaving.

“Hey YN?” 

You immediately shot your head up from the peaceful nap you were having, Kim Woonhaks voice immediately snapping you out of your dreamlike state. Looking up at him with dazed eyes and thought still admittedly fogging up your brain you could only utter out “What- huh?”

“Oh sorry did I wake you?” he replied, his tone was a mixture of what you could assume to be a wince and giggle combined into one

“Um kinda,” you reached over to rub your hazy eyes before staring back up at him “What’s up Woonhak?” 

“Could you look over these pictures I took of yesterday’s sport festival, I’m not sure if they’re alright or not-” handing you his camera you couldn’t shake off the feeling of his hand grazing yours as you reached over 

Shaking your head in hopes to rid the burning sensation firing through your arm you diligently looked over the snapshots he took, nodding slightly in approval at each one. “These look great Woonhak, thank you.” you finally commented before handing him back his camera. Standing up from your desk you were amidst packing up before he jumped in to add “Ah um sorry there’s one more thing I need to do…”

“Hm?” 

“When taking the yearbook committee’s photo I didn’t realise my SD card wasn’t loaded up so I kinda didn’t get to save any of the pictures I took…I got everyone else’s photo I just need yours” he explained whilst holding up his camera 

“Oh wait like- right now?” when else YN you idiot

“Yeah I guess…” 

“Ah okay,” you replied before walking over to the nearest blank white wall in sight “Is this okay?”

“Yep perfect, just hold that pose for me…” he trailed off whilst snapping a few photos “How are these?” walking over you examined each photo he took closely, not minding how his face was a few mere inches from yours as you did so.

“Aw wait I look so bad in these-” you whined out, slightly embarrassed that you looked this dishevelled in front of him 

“What no what do you mean, you look pretty” he mumbled under his breath, obviously not noticing the red hue that flushed over your face the moment he uttered that. Becoming all too aware of the heat creeping up your cheeks you backed away slowly before muttering “I guess it’s fine then…”

“Alright then, thanks YN! I guess I’ll get going now..” wait fuck was he going already? YN come on say something, say anything! Ask him to hangout later, ask him something about himself, talk to him, he’s right there what are you waiting for? 

“Hey Woonhak-”

“Oh hm?” his head immediately perking up at your voice 

And in that moment, the moment his eyes met yours, it seemed all the words died on the very tip of your tongue “Ah it’s nothing, uh just remember to send me the pictures later you know?” 

“Ahh gotchu gotchu, I’ll make sure to do that! Bye YN” and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to call out his name to stop him from leaving, but you didn’t.

Great YN. 

Come on YN, you can do this. He’s just a guy, you’ve spoken to guys before, who cares? It’s not a big deal just go in and-

“Oh YN is that you?” ah shit.

Letting out a loud sigh you cleared your throat before creaking the door of the music studio room open to peek your head through “Hi Woonhak, er is this a bad time?” you asked after seeing how you unknowingly interrupted his guitar practice 

“Oh no, It’s fine, come in!” rushing to put down his guitar he pounced up and briskly walked over to the door to allow you in 

“Ah I just came to say some of the files got corrupted when you sent them to me so I was wondering if you could send them to me again” you said before timidly stepping into the studio, carefully examining the sheet music he was playing 

“Oh yeah no problem,” he seemed to catch onto how your eyes scanned through the sheets of paper and how your hands travelled across the metallic strings of his guitar, “Do you um- do you play?” 

“Oh what?” your tone was jumpy, suddenly flustered at the question “ah no no, not really…I mean I kinda do play, but I’m not very good. I’m still really bad…” you trailed off, gaze still directed to the sheet music 

“Do you want to try playing?” his hand now reaching over to hand the guitar to you 

“Ah I only know I few songs though-” still you timidly took the instrument in hand and began strumming a few open chords whilst singing in a barely audible tone; woonhak still caught it though, and you could tell as he swayed his head side to side to the melody. 

“I’m still um,” you finally said after finishing playing, “I’m really bad” you couldn’t help but add a nervous chuckle to the end of that sentiment, you expected him to laugh and agree in response but instead he just said “Don’t say that, there’s always room for improvement.” before standing up to sit himself down next to you. 

“Do you want me to teach you how to play, I was just practising and I’m sure you can get the hang of it” you can’t help but feel your pupils dilate and blood to rush up your cheeks before hesitantly nodding

As he guided you through the chords of the song you couldn’t help but hold your breath as his face was a mere few inches away from yours, you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat out of your chest as his hands held your fingers to adjust it accordingly to the notes, you couldn’t help but stutter nervously every time you asked if you were playing the right chord to which he only responded with a reassuring nod and gentle grin.

“Look at that you’re a natural!” he exclaimed the moment you finished the song

“Well it was only thanks to your help, do you have any tips to improve?” you asked trying to continue the conversation, this was the one time you actually had the guts to speak to Woonhak and you were not going to fumble

“I guess just improvise a lot, also try and practise scales since those are super helpful as well…actually most electric guitar songs are built on scales so once you’ve got those down you can pretty much play a ton of electric guitar songs!” suddenly pausing he reached to the nape of his neck before sheepishly mumbling “ah sorry I’m rambling, I probably sound like a huge music nerd right now…” 

“No, It’s cute that you’re passionate!” oh, for once your mind seemed to run faster than your mouth. 

Suddenly perking his head up to meet your equally shocked gaze he let out a nervous chuckling before mumbling something you could only assume was thank you. The silence in the room becoming all too overwhelming you cleared your throat slightly before stuttering out “Uh well, thanks for the impromptu lesson Woonhak- I’ve got some yearbook work to finish up so I think I’ll get going…” you didn’t really wait for his response before briskly leaving the room, face still flushed with embarrassment. 

The next few weeks consisted of more interactions with Woonhak than you’ve had the entire two years you’ve attended the same highschool as him. It wasn’t anything big: a simple wave across the hallway as you passed by each other, small talk in yearbook committee meetings, the occasional music sessions together in the band room, it was fun. It was really nothing, but you cherished those fleeting few moments you had with him. Over time you came to the conclusion that the relationship between you and woonhak would stay this way, acquaintances. So imagine the whiplash you got when he approached you at your lunch table through the crowd of people. 

“Hey YN!” he chirped out, cheery as every 

Slightly coughing on your yakult from surprise you gathered yourself before replying a bit too quickly with “Oh Woonhak! Hi- uh what’s up?”

“Oh I had something to give you,” carefully he pulled out a small tupperware container of bright red fruit from his bag, placing it in front of you “they’re strawberries! It’s from my grandma's garden actually-” 

Startled by the sudden kind gesture you could only stare at the container with your mouth slightly agape, “Oh what, thank you wow- uh what’s the occasion?”

“Oh I heard you complaining the other day to Yeji how the canteen only ever gives you 2 strawberries each. So I thought you would like some extra!” he answered, hand extending to open the container for you 

“Oh wait you really didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to don’t worry!” He had to stop doing that. 

Before you could answer you were cut off by someone shouting his name from across the lunch room; a slightly older boy, hair hazelnut brown and arm slung across one of his other friends. “Hey Kim Woonhak, stop being Romeo and come back to eat!” 

You observed how Woonhak rolled his eyes in annoyance before grunting out a response back to his friend. “Sorry, Jaehyun hyung is calling- Uh hope you enjoy though!” he didn’t really give you a chance to respond before rushing back to his table, earning a shove in the shoulder from one of his other friends. 

Looking down at the fruit you couldn’t help but smile to yourself before savouring the sweet taste when you bit down on one. However your moment of solitude was short lived as your friends approached the table in a giggling storm.

“Oooh what was that hm? Finally making some progress with loverboy?” Yeji teased before sitting down next to you, helping herself to one of the juicy berries 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you deadpanned, voice slightly muffled from the fruit in your mouth 

“I didn’t even know YN was close too Woonhak like that” Lia added whilst poking at her rice 

“We’re not that close, we’re just friends you know? We work on the yearbook together so…”

“Well best not to get too close I guess,” Ryujin commented in between spoonfuls of soup “I heard he’s leaving in a couple of weeks, something about his parents wanting him to go back to Seoul for the family business? I don’t know-”

Everything stopped, you tried to play it cool and ignore the dreadful feeling simmering in the pits of your stomach but you really couldn’t stop a small frown forming across your face after hearing the news. 

“Oh I heard he likes some girl in his class too, he was gonna confess to her on his last day or something? Jo Yuri I think that’s what her name was” Chaeryeong added nonchalantly, clearly not noticing how your head dipped down more and more as the conversation went on. Suddenly you weren’t so hungry. 

“I uh-” you stood up and began packing away your things “I think I’m gonna get a head start on yearbook work today” 

“Wait YN are you okay?” Yeji asked, clearly concerned 

“Yeah I’m fine! I just have a lot to do today that’s all-” you attempted to sound carefree, even throwing in a slight chuckle. But your friends obviously weren’t buying it, so instead you just rushed out of the canteen. But not before sneaking a glance at woonhak: seeing how carefree and happy he looked with his friends, how sweet his gaze was and how cheerful his toothy grin was. But also noticing how his table was right next to Yuri’s, fun. 

Well it’s not like you had a chance anyways, guess that just solidifies it. 

“Woonhak?” creeping into the yearbook club room you peered over at his sleeping figure on the table, god why did he have to look so peaceful sleeping. 

Walking over to the table he was dozing off on you situated yourself next to him allowing yourself to lay down as well to face him carelessly snoozing off. Chuckling a bit to yourself at the sight you allowed yourself to gingerly run your hands through his hair, well it’s not like he was awake to notice it. 

“This is so stupid…” you sighed out to yourself 

“I really could have had a chance to confess to you if I had just talked sooner, but now you’re leaving in a few weeks and I’m kinda hopeless. I really do wish I talked to you after your first performance that one day at school, god you looked so cool…I don’t even know why you make me so nervous” your fingers traced over the crinkled fabric on his shoulders, not really caring if he responded 

“Well I don’t think I had a chance in the first place did I?” you rambled on “Yuri is sweet, I’m happy as long as you’re happy you know…but I just wish it was me. I just wish you liked me as much as I liked you, I wish you got nervous the same way I do when I’m around you. I wish I spoke to you earlier. But I doubt that would change anything, I’m still just YN…the one senior you work with for yearbook, nothing else.” 

Realising how immensely self loathing and pathetic this whole situation was you slowly pushed in your stool in hopes not to wake him and tip-toed out the room. But amidst this you failed to notice how the tip of Woonhak’s ears turned pink, you failed to notice the incessant thumping of his heart, you failed to notice how his cheeks burned a bright pink, you failed to notice how Kim Woonhak was awake this whole time. 

Stumbling into the auditorium you squeezed yourself into one of the chairs arranged in rows, squished against other students like a pack of sardines. Weeks passed and you hadn’t really spoken to Woonhak ever since learning he was leaving soon, you really weren’t looking to get too attached (not like you already weren’t). But before you knew it, it was the last day of school and you wouldn’t be seeing Woonhak for a long long time. However, you’ve learned to come to terms with this fact, it’s not like you weren’t already distancing yourself from him to prepare for it. 

“Hello everyone!” Jaehyun's voice bellowed through the speakers, snapping you out of your thought process. “Today is actually one of our band member’s last days. Our Woonhak is off to Seoul soon so he requested this special song! Hope you enjoy it!” 

They then began to play a melody you felt was far too familiar, but then it hit you. It was the song Woonhak was teaching you before in the music room. Ah shit. You tried to focus on what the other members were playing or singing but your eyes always managed to drift towards Woonhak. You really couldn’t help but have a slight melancholy feeling brewing in your stomach as you realised this would be your last day seeing him. The moment felt all too bittersweet but seeing him so happy on stage performing brought out a smile. It was the same smile you had when first seeing him, when he entered the yearbook club room for the first time, when he taught you guitar, and when you confessed to him. It was a smile only Woonhak could bring out. 

And as if he was peering into your thoughts Woonhak glanced up from his guitar and looked straight at you. His warm honey gaze met yours, eyes shaped like crescents as he adorned his signature toothy grin. For once though, you didn’t pull away first. Your eyes lay fixated on his as you smiled back. Perhaps it was because you finally got close enough to woonhak to do so, or maybe because you knew this would be the last time you could truly look into that flutter inducing gaze of his. Eitherways, you knew you would regret it if you pulled away. So you didn’t. You didn’t stop looking until the performance was over and each member bowed, but even then his stare remained on you. 

As the performance ended students began flooding out the auditorium, you doing the same, but that was until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. Jolting back you were met with Woonhak’s sincere expression facing you, an expression you felt slightly uneasy about. 

“Hey YN, can we talk?” he said, pulling you back a bit away from the crowd

“Oh uhm what’s up?”

“So uh,” Woonhak’s hand reached towards the back of his head as he pulled a bit at his hair, he was acting uncharacteristically shy. “I’m leaving after today, well I guess you knew that- but yeah uh it was fun um…it was fun working with you!”

“Thanks Woonhak, it was fun working with you too.” your words were poignant as they left your tongue 

“I uh, I’ll miss you.” oh.

“Oh, I'll uh- I’ll miss you too Woonhak…” you were about to continue your sentence until the bell cut you off, signalling students to return to their respective classes “I should get going- you did great today though seriously! Keep doing what you’re doing, your smile’s always the brightest in every room.” you continued, backing away slowly to the auditorium gates 

“It’s reciprocated!” Woonhak called out

“What?” Were you hearing things?

“I like you too YN!” oh. 

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[reinieseason]

here are my live reactions from episode 6

gen v notes frm e6

- it seems like cate's powers are not just getting people to do things, from the way that she, when pushed too hard, could hear jordan and marie's thoughts in their head without touching them. it seems like it extends to a general like mind control? cause she wasnt touching them either

- "didn't you learn cpr?!" "WHERE?!" "AT SUPERHERO SCHOOL????"

- cate learning that she can control blood inside of people's bodies. this will change everything i swear

- so they are preparing a virus to like control supes, can they control is she doesn't get sick or like a cure

- oh my god cate is more powerful then we thought, it can zap people into her memories. the blood dropping down her eyes but it looking like a tear gen v...

- ..... SOLDIER BOY BEING CATE'S IMAGINARY BOYFRIEND HELP???? WHAT THE FUCK

- I CAN'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHH

- why is soldier boy in cate imagination so weird HHAHAHA

- sam and emma are so cute stop this "i missed you" "for real?" "for real-real" THEYRE SO SILLYYYYYY

- OH MYGOD THEYRE KISSING????? LETS GO BABIES MY BEBES BEBES SAM...

- "Show me how" CRAZY CRAZY I TELL YOU THIS SHOW IS SO CRAZY

- THEYRE SO CRAZY FOR THIS

- THE SONG IS CRAZY

- i love you cate i love you

- dean shetty getting closer to cate is crazy, manipulative bitch

- i love you cate, i get you, i understand you.

- oh okay the voices and the like hearing people are part of cate's powers the reason they exploded now is because she hasn't been able to take her meds

- the way andre looks at luke... bruh this show and grief, i can't do this.

- i'm so sorry like the way . the way . the scene with cate and luke this is so so so so sweet i cannot . i'm gonna cry in the middle of class

- "i miss you man" WHAT THE FUCK "i miss you too man, so fucking much" i can't fucking do this . whats with this "but you know what i don't believe you" WHAT THE FUCK

- WAIT DO THE PEOPLE IN CATE'S HEAD HAVE CONCIOUSNESS???? IS THAT WHY LUKE IS PISSED THAT HE AND CATE HAD SEX

- THEY CHEATED ON LUKE TOGETHER WHAT THE FUCK ..................

- MAN..... THIS SHOW IS SO COMPLICATED

- STOP THIS

- WAIT HOW COME THEIR POWERS DON'T WORK IN CATE'S MIND

- "This isn't Cate's memory... It's mine" JORDAN KNEW???? JORDAN KNEW???

- the relationship between brink and jordan i can't do this, i can't do this this show and grief

- "We could've stopped everything right here. Saved someone. Like we always wanted, but instead we're a fucking TA, saving our own ass." "I loved Brink. He was good. Or not. But he was good to us" "He was nice it us! He was nice to us! Is nice all it takes for us to let someone get royally fucked? You're a coward. And you always will be." I CAN'T DO THIS THIS SCENE IS SO CRAZY

- the way sam and emma are having sex while jordan, andre, marie, and cate are going through like the worstish experience of their life

- if like last episode was the time of marie and jordan then this episode is sam and emma's

- annabeth and marie stop "no matter how hard you try to be a hero, you'll always be a murderer to me"

- this is trauma dumping premium, today they're experiencing others traumas

- the way they're college kids at heart "you have sex hair" "... no we don't"

- "Now can you make it contagious" I KNOW THE END EPISODE IS GONNA BE ABOUT THEM FIGHTING OVER THE VIAL I JUST KNOW IT

[noodles-doodles01]

Women and HOTD Pt 1: Alicent

All the women in the series are very passive, and not in a good way. Everything in the show just happens to them and they have no autonomy no matter what. I will admit that yes, Westeros is not kind to women, however within every confine there is some space. Rhaenyra is a princess and soon to be heir to the throne, Alicent is Queen consort. They hold some semblance of power whether it be between themselves or toward other male characters. The show seems to take on this false idea that women would never go to war because they're not hot headed like the men around them, but they place this idea in the most inopportune moments where it makes them seem stupid.

Going into specifics, let's start with Alicent: In FnB, she is more of an evil stepmother rather than an ex best friend. I did not mind this change because the opportunities were there: Alicent was treated as an equal by Rhaenyra when they were friends, so despite Rhaenyra's class above Alicent in society, she did not feel it. Then, post marriage to the king, Alicent is alone, and forced to pump out babies for a man the age of her father and cannot complain about it. Moreover, Rhaenyra seems to take out her anger and frustration on her, not seeing the pressures she endures frm her own father. That kind of reaction shows the first aspect of Rhaenyra's privilege: She can tell her father off about being married away. In Alicent's eyes, Rhaenyra's living her best life, and the lack of understanding would rub anyone the wrong way.

Like Alicent dealing with Rhaenyra's anger would hold so much of the following:

I did not choose to marry your father

Do you truly think if this was what I wanted that I wouldn't tell you?

You act as though producing heirs is your greatest fear and a burden you pity women for, yet here I sit before you and all you give me is contempt

Add that to the religious trauma she's inducing but clings to it anyway bc its how she copes (as we know from Alicent explaining how praying is the closest she can get to her own mother).

So right then, the shift of perceived equality is there. Alicent is Queen Consort but a child bride, who watches as the princess waltzes around huffing and puffing as she actively lives out being a baby factory.

But Alicent is someone driven by principle, hence her clutching to religion. She is doing this for duty. For the sake of her father. She is being rewarded for her perserverance, and would be punished for sinning.

Until Rhaenyra sleeps with Daemon and Cole.

I don't think it's entirely the fact that Rhaenyra did it unmarried, but rather the fact that she is able to do it without any sense of consequence. Add this to the fact that she lies to Alicent's face, swearing upon her mother (as though that isn't a soft spot for Alicent), and it results in getting Otto taken away.

Where is the justice Alicent sticks by in that?

Rhaenyra sinned, she lied to her face, and instead of dealing with any consequence, she is stranded amongst people she doesn't know, whilst Rhaenyra gets hush hush tea.

The shift grows wider.

Alicent, realizing she is all alone and is unsupported on all sides, decides to wear the green dress. Which is iconic in itself; she realizes that in her marriage to Viserys, the man who is meant to protect her in this context, is leaving her out to dry whilst tending for his daughter. This act of the dress is the first form of wiggle room Alicent gets in her cage; she has tried being nice and forgiving and she ended up alone for it.

By the end of the wedding, Criston Cole as her protector is added to her confinement. Another bit of growth, and the shift grows wider.

I do wish the show depicted how Alicent tormented Rhaenyra more, because that would display how Rhaenyra had grown more tension with Alicent, showing how both sides are at fault to some degree for their falling out. Nonetheless, the years pass and Rhaenyra has bastard sons, and its obvious (ideally for me they would follow some semblance of similarity to the books but we do with what we got), and Viserys does.not.care.

At this point, I feel like Alicent's resentment for Rhaenyra would not be solely from comparing their lives, but also because of how much Viserys ignores Alicent, removing any sense of power she may hold, for the sake of catering to Rhaenyra. We see this in his ignorance to the bastards, we see this in his lack of care for his children with Alicent, and his overall cheery attitude no matter what happens for the sake of "family". In Alicent's eyes, Rhaenyra is still the spoiled child from back when they were children.

Wouldn't that fill her with utter rage? The concept that Alicent is QUEEN, yet is constantly upstaged by the princess and her sinful whims whilst Alicent's children suffer for it? Wouldn't Otto's words echo in her mind that her children would not be safe should Rhaenyra be queen?

And, being the religious woman she is, she would spread those complaints to her children. She would spread her ideas of Rhaenyra and her children to Aemond, Aegon and even Helaena. She tells them out of fear, that they need to know that Rhaenyra acts kind but will hurt others to protect herself. Those ideas will stick in her kids brains because of course it does. I will go into more detail about Alicent's kids in a separate post.

This all comes to a peak when Aemond loses his eye, which is a personal fave episode of mine because I had thought we would get some glimpse of book Alicent after this. Aemond is fatally injured, especially considering the time they live in. Westeros is not kind to those who are visibly different, and it was the resul of a children's spat. Of COURSE Alicent would assume that the boys attacked her own son; it's a projection of sorts, she spreads this hatred against Rhaenyra's kids to her own children, she would assume Rhaenyra does the same. And her son has paid the price for it.

Yet Viserys gives Rhaenyra a slap on the wrist, and instead berates Aegon and Aemond about a comment made, completely ignoring the fact that Aemond is MISSING AN EYE. Alicent is given full proof here and now that Rhaenyra will always get what she wants no matter the cost, and her "Thank you father" acts as a way to rub it in. So of course, she grabs the knife and attacks Rhaenyra, where is duty? Where is sacrifice?

THIS is when she show decides "lol and then she forgot all about that"

Because afterwards, Alicent becomes passive; the usurpation is based on a stupid misunderstanding, when it could have simply been Alicent pushing for Aegon to protect her children, because she can control her own action, she cannot control Rhaenyra's.

In S2, they shift even further with this idea of Alicent being someone who has things happen to them, not even done to them. BnC should have had Alicent present, because it is her first view of consequence she gets from the Dance. It is a foretelling of tragedy and she only suffers more for it. Instead, she is with Criston Cole.

I will always hate the pairing, because I would never believe that Alicent, who has suffered SA at the hands of men, would simply turn to another man once Viserys is dead, when that man is CRISTON COLE. Alicent is canonically weirded out by Cole's interest in Rhaenyra in the books, and it makes perfect sense for that to translate in the show with Alicent being younger. Why on earth would she get with him?

Worst of all, they have Alicent almost depending on the men in her life for protection? As though she wouldn't already know that they're useless from her experiences with Viserys and her father?

And the worst part of it is that the writers STILL could have gotten the "woe is me im a victim of the patriarchy" idea of Alicent in S2, because that is when Aegon and Aemond do take the wheel. Aemond murdered a child, and in return Jahaerys was taken. She could have been depicted having little to no control over the actions after, and how her family suffers for it, because it is literally canon that later in the story, when she loses everything in the war, she regrets ever wearing the green dress.

So could you imagine, Alicent, a woman who has pushed past her position given the small amount of room she had in power, slowly being taken out of the picture because the situation soon snowballs into a tragedy she can no longer control? And how at the end of it all, she loses everything she fought tooth and nail to protect.

Instead, we get a wishy washy character, who could have been executed PERFECTLY by Olivia Cooke if done right, wandering around the castle because the writers don't know what to do with her anymore.

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「  ₊  ☆  ﾟ  rowoon,  he/him,  cisman  」  INCOMING  TEXT:    omg  hv  u  met  jihoon won  of  the  rodani prowlers  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanics  n  actually  go  by  hephaestus.  the  twenty seven y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  rodani  wheels .  allegedly  they’re  frm  queens, nyc  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  six years.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !  

basics.

name: won jihoon

nicknames: n/a

age: 27 years old

birthday: december 27th

gender & pronouns: cisman, he/him

face claim: kim seokwoo (rowoon)

height: 6'3" (190 cm)

orientation: bisexual

zodiac sign: capricorn

place of birth: queens, nyc

current residence: miami, florida

occupation: mechanic for the rodani prowlers

languages spoken: english and korean

background.

born to a humble, upper middle class family in queens, new york city, jihoon was introduced to the world of cars at a young age. his parents worked a lot, so they would often leave him at his uncle's auto repair shop after school before picking him up after work. surrounded by cars, he grew curious, and his uncle began teaching him about how it all worked and the mechanics.

jihoon hyperfixated, and that turned into a genuine passion. he eventually started working with his uncle, and doing his own experimentation and research when it came to upgrading and fixing cars. he didn't enjoy school, but he did well enough to appease his parents who supported his passion for cars, on one condition: he also focused on his education while keeping cars as a side hobby. they definitely did not see it as a career option.

moving to miami was intentional. he had heard about the racing scene and the cars used, and decided it's where he wanted to go. his parents, however, thought he was going there to broaden his horizons and get that university experience somewhere else. he transfers to a college there for his final two years of political science, doing okay enough to graduate and keep his parents far, far away from suspecting his real reasons for being there.

he is introduced to the rodani prowlers during his senior year of college, while he's at a car show. he engages in a conversation with a prowlers crew member who had at the show. jihoon says so much it could've been a dissertation, but he impresses the crew member and he's eventually recruited as one of the crew's mechanics. there, he finds his place. his parents have no idea what he does. he's crafted an elaborate lie, claiming he got a job as an analyst in some company. they trust him.

he drives a modded 1970 chevrolet chevelle he's had for years. it's his most prized possession. he experiments with it a lot. he’s a good driver, but obviously he's not good enough to street race, but then again, it's not something he wants to do.

personality.

jihoon is a sweet guy who keeps to himself. he's quiet and a man of little words. he'd rather be alone and in the garage than in crowds. he gets self conscious if he's in the spotlight or on the receiving end of attention, and doesn't deal well with it, very likely to stumble on his words. if it's not about cars, he won't willingly engage in a conversation. being a mechanic might as well be his entire personality; to the point he’s geeky, nitpicky, and meticulous about it (#loser). he's very loyal to the prowlers. he doesn’t immediately get comfortable around people and doesn't trust easily. but when he warms up to someone he becomes a different person. while he doesn’t outright express his true feelings about the nariza bois split and claims the whole “to each their own” vibe, he had lost people had been close to and had felt betrayed by them, so it’s definitely something that had an impact on him but it's something he's bottled in. while not particularly impulsive, jihoon’s no overthinker. he lives in the moment and has a very relaxed outlook on life and doesn’t bother to think about what’s coming next.

interview.

describe  your  personal  definition  of  loyalty  to  your  crew.

“personal definition?” he blinks a bit, pausing like he’s in deep thought, but he’s actually just wondering how to answer the question without just literally defining loyalty. the sooner he’s done with the interview, the faster he can go back to the garage, and that alone pushes him to speak. the interview feels a tad invasive, but he supposes he has no other choice. “you stay, you know? you don’t bail when things go south. you’re there. that’s what matters, at the end of the day.”

do  you  ever  have  the  urge  to  swap  positions?

“no,” he answers quickly, clearing his throat. “i mean, i’ve been working on fixing and upgrading cars for so long." and i can do it in my sleep, he adds to himself. the idea of competing and racing, or posing in front of a car and having people's eyes on him makes him want to combust. working on cars is much better. less human interaction, and less attention. that's where his comfort zone lies. "we already have great racers and models. there's no need anyway." he clears his throat. "i just... yeah, i love what i do." what jihoon doesn't say is that he knows he's great at what he does, and he believes he's better at it than a lot of people. but he keeps his answers neutral and to a minimum. he's not very comfortable spilling his thoughts anyway.

is  street  racing  a  long  term  plan  or  a  short  lived  hobby  for  you?

"i can't imagine not doing it," he answers simply, pausing a little. he belongs with the rodani prowlers, and he belongs in that garage. working on cars is his thing. "i don't really think of what's coming next for me. but i've been here a long time, and i can't picture myself somewhere else." it's so deeply ingrained in him that it'll feel like he'll lose a part of himself if that happens. "so, yeah, i'm here."

how  do  you  feel  about  the  establishment  of  the  nariza  bois,  particularly  in  relation  to  their  split  from  the  rodani  prowlers?

"to each their own. i don't really interfere and it's not really my place," jihoon answers. this isn't a question he'll openly answer. sure, it wasn't fun experiencing it happen back then, but he'd rather put his time and effort into what matters. street racing is all about having the best cars and winning races, and while he's the non confrontational type, a sense of competition does keep him going. he does his job, and he proves his worth and value to the crew. "at the end of the day, competition is at the core of what we do."

connections.

tba !

[kroosluvr]

royal trio tennis au fuckign sav eme

uh oh akira gave goro and sumire a kiss before their biggest matches of the year and they somehow managed to sweep the competition. uh oh kisses are becoming part of their winning routine ("look im not superstitious but if it works it works" "ok goro. pucker up") uh oh!!!!!!!!! what could this mean for the salmon population

smth really special to me abt akira and goro walking on and off the court for doubles matches so close that their shoulders or legs knock together fondly. in tennis since you're always on opposite ends of the court and most often than not you're playin singles, something that suits goro stay-50-ft-frm-me-at-all-times-or-ill-bite-ur-head-off smth abt casual physical affection is so special.

goro always flips the score agonizingly slow when he wins a game or set vs akira. like yea ok rub it in why dont u

goro always buys multiple copies of any magazine that sumire is featured in. akira looks at the magazine rack and oh look the inside tennis section is noticeably ransacked goro was here.

they do travel internationally for training camps and tourneys and scrimmages and etc, so they get to sightsee a lot! i like to imagine them at the beach a lot, getting fresh air and running along the sand :') idk i associate them w water a lot.......free-flowing... always seeking the open sea....

ppfffghhh was this a scene in challengers? idk i didnt see it. akira tying goro's shoes

sumire is always like "i need an hour and a half to warm up" and it ticks goro off bc ur gonna wear urself down by 3 games in at that rate. "we're going out," he says bluntly, dragging her out of the racquet club room, "we're going to take a walk to downtown and grab some juice. yeah?" "but ill only have half an hour to-" "good." akira: so like just say you want some private time w her u sicko goro: THIS IS FOR HER OWN GOOD CANT U FUCKING SEE THAT!!!!!!

youd think that goro is the one to bite the opponent's head off if they make a bad line call vs sumire or akira but its actually akira who goes apeshit . i think goro still is self conscious abt his public image but akira will verbally tear them apart frm the sidelines over one bad line call

akira does the thing where he like stretches his legs out to be shorter+sumire's height so he can rest his head on her head or shoulder. he's stretching!

none of them are early birds lol they be goign to their 6:30am practices then passing out in first period and one of them has to kick the other two awake (Yeah just assume they have one class together idk)

goro does have dedicated fans who send him letters and presents and stuff and hes like "great" (tosses them) but sumire finds out and shes legitimately so heartbroken over it that he feels bad and starts reading the letters and etc. and wow hes actually inspired people to start tennis, to play competitively, that people are cheering him on worldwide......................................................... what a fucking joke.

cause it's akira and sumire that inspire him. goro akechi doesn't deserve this.

every day they're so grateful to have been born in the right time and right place to compete in tennis together. with anyone else it wouldn't have been the same.

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[00:38]  INCOMING  TEXT:    omg  hv  u  met  WYNNE MITCHELL  of  the  NARIZA BOIS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  street racers  n  actually  go  by  CLOVER.  the  twenty three  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  so true tattoo.  allegedly  they’re  frm  amsterdam  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  ONE YEAR.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !  

01.       STATISTICS,

birth  name:  wynne  mitchell.  alias:  clover.  age:  twenty3.  date  of  birth:  september  10th,  1984.  zodiac  sign:  virgo.  place  of  birth:  boston,  ma.  hometown:  amsterdam,  nl.  gender:  cis  woman.  orientation:  bisexual.  pronouns:  she,  her.  education:  college  dropout.  occupation:  waitress  @  coyote  casino.  crew:  nariza  bois.  position:  street  racer.  car:  honda  s2000,  currently  blinged  out  with  daylily  gemstones  and  floral  rims.  license:  luckygr1.  spoken  languages:  english,  dutch.  tattoos:  here.  piercings:  n/a.  faceclaim:  victoria  walker.

02.       BACKGROUND,

born in boston to an upper - middle class family, wynne spent her early years on the east coast in a suburban town that felt too small to host her big dreams. when her parents broke the news of their divorce & her mother's intended relocation to amsterdam, she all but jumped at the opportunity. after having spent her teenage years in the new city, her heart yearned for more and sent her packing back to the united states, where she would enrol in a nursing program in atlanta. setting overseas on her lonesome, her college tuition fund never was deposited to the educational institution. one overnight voyageur bus later, she finds herself in miami - dade county, trading in a chunk of her tuition for a honda that would become her home for the next few months. it's 2005 and she's spent the greater majority of the year reinventing herself and making a home of whatever miami has to offer. she tries waitressing at several establishments & ultimately lands a job at coyote casino, where the tips are the greatest & the easiest to land. driving home one night, she manages to catch the eyes of the nariza bois due to her recklessly calculated driving. she recalls the night as a happy accident, blind to what was awaiting her. what she didn’t expect is to fall in love with the racing scene or the adrenaline it provides.

03.       HEADCANONS,

i didn't want to make things too long in the backstory so i'm sorry if it seemed dry but i'm gonna tl;dr some facts about wynne !! 😭😭

one important thing to know about wynne is that she can be a bit of a pathological liar but she’s #lowkey about it 😔 and when i say that, i mean she lies about small things without realizing it. she often ends up in drama because of this trait & gets caught simply by telling people different versions of stories. she tends to exaggerate her life (she prefers to call it romanticizing her life) because she wants to seem interesting to those around her </3 but don’t get it twisted, she isn’t evil or anything !! she just wants to feel seen </33

the lying habit also stems from her lack of sense of self. she's been trying to reinvent herself since she was young as being an only child from divorce and her upbringing being drastically different with both parents vs with her mom alone has given her a bit of an identity crisis !

with that said, she is fiercely loyal and fiercely naive. it isn't very difficult to get her to do whatever you want so long as she's convinced you have her best interest in mind. do with that what you will </333

she's a part - time waitress at coyote casino and wants to move up in her position but actively steers clear of the gambling scene because of her addictive personality. she has too many vices already 😔

essentially blacks out mentally when she's driving. her surroundings disappear when she's behind the wheel which is probably super dangerous but she thinks it's part of the #thrill

04.       WANTEDCONNECTIONS,

the nariza member who recruited her !! probably saw her as a lost deer but was intrigued by the way she drove that honda like she owns the road. the relationship between them is up for interpretation but i think clover would owe them her life so she would trust & do anything this person says

some regulars she waits tables @ coyote casino for.....maybe your muse is there frequently and maybe wynne is a little too curious about it...tbd 🤨

a roommate and bonus points if they're frenemies or rivals or simply disagree and bicker over everything like who finished the last of the milk or left the dishes in the sink. this person is probably the only one who sees the genuine side of her since they yknow.. live together

a proper enemy as well. someone she sees as a direct rival because she sees herself in them and maybe just maybe doesn't want to admit it

if reading wynne's intro sparked any interest for a wanted connection you might have, hmu !!

[thishumanformislimiting]

Ok we recently found out my science teacher is pregnant and all the girls in my class have been freaking out and asking a lot of excited questions

We got this gem of an interaction because of it

Girl 1: do you have a picture thar you can show us yet

Teacher: picture?

Girl 1: yeah the thing where they look at the baby, what's it called.... a mammogram!

Teacher, visibly holding in laughter: a what?

Girl 1: *making a movement like a doppler around her belly* yeah the thing where they get the gel and use it to look at the baby

Girl 2: that's not what a mammogram is

Girl 1: it's not? What is it then

Girl 2: its a thing that squashes your boobs to look for cancer

Girl 1, with a mortified look on her face: *gasps and crosses her arms over the The Girls*

I was dying 😭

😭😭 that reminds me of the time in computer science

we were talking about hardware and

a girl was asking a question about an ssd (don’t ask me what that means/ does, I just read KOTLC all lesson)

and she accidentally called it an Std and didn’t even notice until she saw ny friend and I laughing and the teacher looking borderline traumatised (he also looks like a koopa trooper like frm Mario but that’s a different thing)

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The Pride of the Navy

Chapter 6: Familial Ties

Summary: going home has its ups… and its downs

Warnings: Mentions of deteriorating health, swearing

Maverick sat at the bar, cool beer in hand. Some aviators chittered around him, back by the pool table, some by the dart boards Penny kept having to replace, and some just scattered throughout. His phone was cool in his hands, not being used and most certainly not on Penny’s bar top, never in a million years would he forget about that, nor would his savings recover.

“Long day, pilot?” Penny asked, already knowing what happened during todays class. Maverick gave her a tired look, all telling. “Word travels fast in the Navy, Mav.” She offered him a smile, then got back to tending to her patrons at the bar. Maverick’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting his palm. After a sigh and some contemplation, he looked at the glowing screen. Lo and behold, it was none other than Admiral Kazansky, or outside of work, Ice.

‘I need to see you.’ Of course he did. After the burnout today during training, what higher up wouldn’t want to see him.

‘Not a good time.’ Because of-fucking-course it wasn’t. All Maverick, in his self-proclaimed old-age-but-let’s-not-act-like-it, wanted to do was go home and sleep like the old man he kept getting told he was.

‘I wasn’t asking.’ One thing Maverick had learned in his lifetime, is that Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was absolute shit at asking people nicely. Maybe that’s why he had climbed the ranks of the Navy as quickly as he did, but boy did it get beyond annoying. Maverick wanted to slam his head on the bar top, but he had a feeling if he did so it would be against one of Penny’s not explicitly written rules, and he did not want to risk spending his savings on Navy-men’s beer. Again. So, it looked like he would have to make the nearly three hour drive to Ice’s abode. His phone dinged again, so he looked at it with a sigh full of annoyance, but it wasn’t Admiral Kazansky, it was Quinlan.

‘Srry 2 bother, u heard anythn frm Roo’ The way kids typed always confused Maverick, full words were not that difficult.

‘Im driving, don judge me, I can feel the old mn judgmnt frm hre’ Adding to his annoyance, Quinn was texting while driving. ‘Oh joy, how did one of the pilots under your supervision die? Not mission related? Crazy.’ Maverick could already see the headline. To keep her off her phone, Mav decided to call.

“Sup, Mav.” Quin tried to sound less tired than she felt, not wanting her mentor to know the real strain the training was having on everyone, or more so not wanting him to ask her about it.

“Cas, don’t text and drive.” Mav sighed, “So you think calling me, when I drive a 1972 Impala, is any better?” The sarcasm her voice held was immense.

“Just keep your eyes on the road.” Maverick put his hand on his head, slightly massaging his temples. These kids were going to be the death of him. “Why do you think Bradley would talk to me, Casper.” By now, Maverick had made his way to the back deck of the bar, everything less loud, also leaving money on the bar for Penny.

“Long-shot guess to see if he’s contacted anyone… Mav he isn’t home and isn’t returning anyone’s calls.” She had a worried edge to her voice, which Mav completely understood because he had felt just like she sounded.

“So you text me, because you are worried?” He honestly felt a little bit of joy, knowing at least one of the aviators he taught didn’t hate him in totality after today.

“Shut up.” Quinlan grumbled, barely audible over the noise from her driving and from the bar behind Maverick.

“If I hear anything, I’ll let you know, kid. Where are you even driving to at…” He looked at the time, his phone displaying 9:47 shining in pale bolded numbers. “Jesus, at nine forty at night.”

“Headed home to see some family…” Quin was never very forthcoming with personal information, but this was indeed a start. At least to Maverick it was. “Thanks for the day off, Mav.” And with that, Quin hung up and continued her drive.

 She was about two and a half hours in, about thirty minutes to go, and Quinlan couldn’t be more ready to get out of her car. The rumbling of the old engine was making her hands numb, all her muscles already sore and tense from training. The drive to Santa Monica was one she had only ever made with Emmelyn. Although Quin and Emmelyn didn’t share the same dad, Quin’s always treated Emmelyn as his, well, that being after he found out about Quin. A DNA test right before entering the Navy found Quinlan’s still very alive dad, contrary to what her mother had told her.

“Did ya get the results yet?” Emmelyn called through the kitchen. Quin, not knowing much about her lineage, or anything about her father for that matter, had decided to complete a DNA test that included health risks along with the family tree. Every time she had brought it up to her mom, she got told no, but now she was eighteen and had her own money from working at the local supply store.

“Just came in the mail, Em. Where’s momma?” Quinlan did buy the kit with her mother’s knowledge, but she still felt guilty opening her results if she were home.

“She’s out at the Cody’s. Think Diane invited her.” Quin nodded, if her mom was at Diane’s house, she’d most certainly be gone for a while. Oh, how mothers could talk.

Quinlan peeled open the envelope, Emmelyn over her shoulder the whole time. First on the paper was the list of genetically predisposed illnesses and her likelihood of getting them. Mostly everything Quin was low risk for, thankfully. Further down was her mothers relatives, which she slightly knew, at least by name, each having a ‘living’ or ‘deceased’ label next to them. And on the back? Her father. Looking down the list from double great grandparents and down, apparently her grandfather was alive. Quinlan paused, eyes hovering over the name of her father. She had known his first name, one night when her mom had a little too much Rye Whiskey and slipped up, but never his last. Next to his name was the label ‘Living’.

“Wait, didn’t momma say Daddy died?” Quin took a minute to respond, Emmelyn still hovering as closely as ever, unsure of the true weight of her statement. “Yeah, she did.” Quin read the name at least five times. Well this was going to be a fun conversation.

And that was the first time Quinlan learned her father was actually living and breathing. The following conversation with her mother, while her mother was unfortunately a bit tipsy on whiskey, went just as well as one would’ve hoped, full of tears and misspoken words. That fight, words never being able to be taken back, is was led Quin to reach out to her dad. Maybe he didn’t know about her beforehand and was slow to warm up, but Quin was beyond glad she had found him.

“Uh… Hi. My name is, uh, is Quinlan Emai. I received some results from a DNA test, and it uh, it told me you’re my dad? Shit, this is so weird. Jesus this could have been an email, I’m one of those people. Um, I don’t really know what the fuck else to say, soo… Call me back when you get a chance? Maybe? Jesus- sorry” After that voicemail to one Navy man, Quin honestly thought about throwing herself off a bridge. This guy was stationed in Cali, Quin living in a small Texan town near the coast. She was hoping, at the least, the man would not return her call. But alas, a few days later, a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” Quinn held her phone, expecting whoever called to be spam.

“Hi, this is Tom Kazansky…” Quinlan froze at the name, “You, uh, you called about a week ago?” “Oh, shit. Uh, hi?” Quin responded after a moment of phone static. Both sat in silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say.

“Fuck, sorry. You’re probably wondering who my mom is. She’s uh, her name is Cecilla Emai. We’re, um, We’re in Texas.” Another few moments of silence followed, Quin could hear the gears in his head turning.

“Oh, beginning of ‘86?” Quin assumed that was when they met. “Well, would make sense. Was born October 1986.” Quinlan honestly didn’t want to talk about her conception date.

“I… wow. Sorry, I uh didn’t expect to have a kid.” Quin chuckled,

 “Yeah, and I didn’t expect to have an alive dad. Momma always said you were dead.” A small noise of surprise escaped Tom.

“She told you I was dead?” the surprise was as clear as day.

 “yeah, said you died so I shouldn’t go lookin’. Guess she was ashamed to have a kid without a dad so she told everyone he was dead.”

“She never even tried to tell me, if she told me…” Tom trailed off, “You’re in the Navy, and I don’t think there is anything that would get momma to leave.” Quinlan did truly wonder what life would be like if her dad was around.

“I at least would’ve given her money… How is she?” Quin gave a disappointed laugh, “usually drunk or not at home. Two kids take a toll, especially when the father of the second is a known felon.” At that, Tom Kazansky was officially speechless.

“Hey, I guess wanting to be a pilot runs in the blood. I just got my naval academy acceptance letter…” Quin trailed off, not knowing why she was telling a man she just honestly met.

“What’re you going in for?” A new form of excitement filled his tone.

“Pilot. Air Force wouldn’t accept the condition of me being my sister’s caretaker.” They proceeded to talk for at least thirty minutes about Tom’s declassified missions and tips from him.

“Who’re you runnin’ up that phone bill with, Q.” Cecilla asked, more of a way as telling her to get off the phone.

“Take a wild, guess momma.” Quin’s voice was edging towards sharp, her mom narrowing her eyes. “Who is it?” Cecilla’s tone matched Quinlan’s.

“My dad. Would you like to say hi? Since, ya know, he isn’t dead.” Quin still held fire from their earlier argument, Tom sat on the other line awkward and unsure of what to do.

“Quinlan Daliah Emai, get off the damn phone right now.” Cecilla’s tone was final, but Quin always had a rebuttal. Afterall, she was the daughter of a stubborn Texan and The famous Iceman.

“You haven’t paid the phone bill since you spent all the cash you got, which wasn’t hardly any, on liquor. Can’t tell me to end a phone call when I pay the price.” Quin sounded nonchalant, her voice matter of fact. Her mother only stared, Tom Kazansky awkwardly trying to find an out from the call.

“If you don’t hang up that damn phone, I will find a way to pull your application.” Cecilla’s voice held the same calmness, which Tom could only guess was terrifying in person.

“If you weren’t so drunk off your ass, Ma, you would know I’ve already been accepted. Now if you’d excuse me, I have a previously absentee father to get to know.” Quinlan shut the pocket door to the kitchen, done with the soon to be argument with her mother.

“I… is that, is that normal?” Tom’s voice sounded incredibly unsure, unaware if that was even appropriate to ask.

“The truth? Yeah. As song as Em isn’t home.” Quinlan did everything in her power to not fight in front of her little sister, even if her mother provoked the living hell out of her.

“I assume Em is your sister?” Tom questioned lightly, gently.

“Yeah, her name is Emmelyn Rose Emai. Momma has a thing for flower middle names. She is eight. Thinks we have the same Dad.” Quin’s tone edged towards sadness at the last statement, wishing Em was her full-blood sister, but she still treated the kid with every intent that she was.

“Well… I would say I’m slightly better than a convicted felon.” Tom huffed a laugh, and so did Quin, “Honestly, I’d love to get to know you more, and Emmelyn for the matter, she’s young enough to still have a childhood with a Dad.” To say the least, Quin was shocked. She expected him to either say nothing, or say hello and move on, but she certainly wasn’t ready for this.

“Shit, you’re serious?” She was dumbfounded.

“I mean if you are open to that. In my family, we take kin very seriously. I’ve missed eighteen years, why should I miss any more?” Tom sounded very sure, which calmed Quin’s mind a little bit.

“Quinlan Emai, I’ve given you five minutes, now get off the damn phone and go get your sister.” Cecilla’s voice yelled through the shut door, muffled and barely recognizable over the phone.

“Fuck, uh sorry, I have to go get Em, mom’s had too much to drive. Bye!” Quin quickly hung up, ending her first ever conversation with her very much alive father.

            As far as first meetings go, Quin’s very much could’ve gone better. But, it led to having a relationship with her Dad, and Emmelyn having one too. That phone call turned into summer visits, and a place to stay for them both once their mother passed two years later. Quin pulled up to the personal housing of Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, the place she called home even despite her rural accent. She turned off the trembling engine, hands finally free of the incessant buzzing sensation. Quin decided to park around the back of the house, opting to surprise her siblings in the morning, having seen their cars in the driveway. Quin got out of her car, grabbing her back up travel bag from her trunk as quietly as possible.

            She walked up to the back door, unlocking it with her spare key she kept on her keychain escribed with her callsign. A gift from Rooster, no less. She had texted Ice previous to her arrival, not wanting to scare him by showing up at random. The light shown through the door of his office, surprising Quin that he was still awake. At 61, being awake after 9:30 was definitely a large feat. She padded lightly to the office, knocking on the door lightly before stepping in.

            “Hey, Dad.” He turned his head at her voice, meeting her soft, but nonetheless tired, smile. He returned it with his own, although not quite reaching his eyes like it did just a few years before. Ice was bad about voicing his problems, something Quin learned was hereditary and compounded from his years in the Navy. They stared at each other for a few minutes, then she realized he wasn’t speaking, the white cursor on his monitor blinking as the black screen remained bare.

            “Fuck.” Quin’s whispered curse was the only sound in the air. Ice turned to type and with her increasingly watery eyes, quin watched the screen.

            ‘I’m fine, you have other things to worry about.’ The white words stared back like little knives picking her tear ducts.

            “You say that as you are, quite literally, my dad.” Quin huffed a laugh, although pained by the fact of his health.

            ‘Come sit.’ Quin pulled up a chair, facing him as he cleared his screen.

            ‘How’s Bradley.’ Quin just looked down at her clasped hands, shaking her head.

            “Haven’t heard from him since before I left. Didn’t even see him after Seresin outed his death wish.” Quin looked up from her hands, Ice looking at her expectantly. He knew the hurt and the issues they had faced, firsthand for that matter, but he also knew she miraculously still cared.

            ‘Just talk to him.’ Ice kept the same stare. “Really Dad, how am I supposed to talk to someone who doesn’t acknowledge my existence?” Her face was tired, not wanting to have that conversation at the current moment in time. Ice didn’t type anything new, nor did he delete his previous words. A low cough left his being, hurting Quin to hear.

            “Go to bed, kid.” His voice was gravel-filled and quiet, displaying his pain. Quin looked at him for a few more moments before standing up and leaving his office, but not before throwing in a small ‘goodnight’. As she made her way up to her bedroom, quietly passing her siblings rooms, she couldn’t wait to lay down and knock out. The days problems would just have to wait till tomorrow.

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much like last year i got to enjoy some studio visits this weekend B)

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started out fresh w an art gallery (1, 2, 3) w some cool, colourful, eclectic and playful pieces on display. made a quick stop at work to say hi to a colleague i hadn't seen in a while before making my way to

my second location and biggest must-see (4, 5). Had a nice chat w artist who saw me look at one of her canvases frm the side so she was like lol do you paint or smth. bc i recognise how you're viewing these works when i go to a museum i do the same exact thing. I loved getting her perspective and a glimpse into her work process even if it's so different from mine idk it was cool! There was a whole collective of lil art studios scattered about the building surrounding a courtyard so i also entered a diff place and look. they were all about making zines. a group of ppl was chatting and making em. so i entered and was like hi ja sorry i kom ff binnenvallen maar ik weet niet goed wat er..... te bezine valt. which instantly made me cringe so hard i was ready to leave but the girl leading the workshop seemed thrilled to have me and explain the setup even if internally i was still like oh god why am i like this rip. i think i missed out on some more ateliers but mostly bc a lot of the artists were gathered in the lil courtyard having drinks and chatting and i was too intimidated to ask fr info or be spotted looking lost like some IDIOT so on i went rip.

quick stop at kids clothing shop which always cheers me up it's so whimsical and i want their stuff fr

Then onto 6, 7 where they had some cool stuff fr sure but the location was such a cramped and cluttered old row house and i had already spent my whole day walkign around in a T-shirt so especially trying to navigate around other visitors this was just not it babes. i moved on before having seen it all despite being interested bc i just needed to get tf out.

Managed my good deed fr the day when i spotted a confused looking older couple w a wheeled suitcase and personally guided them to their hotel

THEN on to this hidden lil atelier where i also went last year + attended a grand total of 2 life drawing sessions in the months after. again while arriving i was faced w the distinct feeling of having barged in on a private party of artists all at a table sharing a leisurely drink on a dreamy sunday afternoon rip BUT. the artist i talked to last time/followed the drawing sessions with was there, still knew me by name and made some small talk to help me feel welcome what an absolute gem. he even proposed i sit w them at the table & hang out fr a bit, when i said like hmm thank you but to just join up w a group of friends who all know each other it's a lil daunting he even said like but i know them, and i know you so its all ok :) i was internally like cool. i would takea fucking bullet fr you btw this is totally fine and i can not believe you are still willingly talking to me, the single most embarrassing person to ever exist in the world

anyway i did not accept the offer to stay fr a while but did chat w some of the other artists which was again super cool, to get more info on the diff works on display. they seem like a rlly sweet and charming collective of people and i wish i didn't feel so ashamed of myself so i couldve spent more time with them all but aint that the way. debating atm whether i should sign up fr another life drawing class or if the guy was only being nice bc he felt obligated and would actually prefer i keep my flustered and off putting vibes tf away from his personal and professional work space idk.

anyway. i had the wrong address so almost missed out on my last visit but in the final hour it was still possible i did manage to find the last location (8, 9) w an exhibit on themes of europe, durability and the meaning of home. there was a really cool piece on trees & difficulty in their sap stream where you could touch a chunk of wood and feel clicks resonate through a speaker mounted on the back, a glass installation on koekhappen re: jumping through hoops fr resource accessibility & probably my fave: the audio of welcoming messages. esp smth about the french speaker was so warm idk there seemed to be genuine relief in the confession of "je suis tellement heureuse de te voir, que tu m'as manqué" which also btw. god ive always loved that expression. ive missed you you have been missing FROM me or smth more in that direction of semantics i. insane

then biked on to my moms again to get some got damn. peace and quiet. and a cinnamon roll w vanilla ice cream <3

[inkdragon42]

So! Big surprise, I'm a huge nerd.

I love books, n have loved books since I was a kid. There's a reason for this: my parents are ALSO huge nerds (and where I got my neurodivergence frm)

which means that, ever since I was wee little, I've gotten to go to the New York Antiquarian Book Fair and the Artist Book Fair (aka the Shadow Fair, cuz it's at the same time, as the main fair but one block away) many times over the years!

and it jus keeps getting cooler to me, cuz I got to intern in the conservation lab of a historic library/museum place n I've gotten to take a few classes on book binding (adding to what I know frm the internship!) plus the stuff I've been learning from history and art and lit classes jus giving me more n more context!!!!

anywho, twas thinking if this cuz Dad sent pictures frm the fair, n I'm SO jealous T_T

he literally HAS to go cuz he's the curator of rare books where he works, n I'm jus unlucky in my schedule that I can't tag along....

the picture in question :)

[kurazaru]

Ive never been the first choice for someone. Ive never been anyones crush, nor will i ever be. Ive never had anyone compliment me fr my looks, coz im kindof ugly. Ive never been on someones profile pic either, not even mine lmao(except LinkedIn lololol). Am i not good enough? What am i lacking... I tried to join a discord server for venting today but couldnt find any. My fucking roommates drive me crazy. Those fuckers are so fucking ungrateful even though they use my notes and thats the only reason they even pass the midsem exams. EVERYONE is ungrateful. They use my fucking notes which i made fr myself nd have the FUCKING AUDACITY to complain abt my handwriting. Ok, if u dont like my handwriting, DONT FUCKING USE MY NOTES :) U were being a stupid dumbfuck not caring abt the future while i was in class listening nd learning. I was kind enough to share my notes with you, even though i could hv totally lied nd told i didnt take any, nd then u behave like that? Honestly this is actually way better than how my roommates treat me. I give them the notes nd help them with A LOT of stuff, and what do i get? Them talking shit abt me to my face. I fucking hate them. And fr some reason i hv become the teacher of the entire fucking college COZ WHERE EVER I GO PPL ASK ME TO TEACH THEM STUFF? I taught 4 ppl EEE from scratch, 3 ppl Maths frm scratch, and 5 PEOPLE TINKERCAD FROM SCRATCH. I ALSO NEED TO FUCKING STUDY ?????I ALWAYS END UP STAYING AWAKE LATE JUST SO I COULD FINISH MY PORTIONS ON TIME BECAUSE I WAS BUSY TEACHING OTHERS. "Well if u teach other ppl that means u should hv learnt it while teaching right?" Yes. I learn to an extent. BUT TEACHING THE SAME THING 3 DIFFERENT TIMES takes up SO MUCH TIME that i barely hv any time to do extra things, like solving more types of sums and increasing my speed, and its basically a waste of my time AND SLEEP. Istg i need a fucking break frm these idiots.

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COD: Modern Warfare Reboot (Under Siege - Book 1)

Charlie: hey can i ask you 3 questons?

John: Three? Go on then.

Charlie: Why u call my work and tell them to keep me home aftr class?

John: Because I’ve got a job to do tonight, and I’d rather have you safe at home. Simple as that, love.

Charlie: u know u couldve just TOLD me instead of makin my boss think i got a crazy overprotective boyfriend 🙄

John: Am I not?

Charlie: Touche. Still embarrasin

John: Second question?

Charlie: What job are u doin 2nite?

John: Classified.

Charlie: Ughh you always say that! Drives me mad

John: Careful, sweetheart. Keep pouting like that and I’ll have to spank you when I get back.

Charlie: 😳

John: Cat got your tongue?

Charlie: i’m not a child and maybe dont say that when i’m texting u from the bathroom 😭

John: Good to know I can still tease you from miles away. You may not be a child—but I’ll still spank you if you misbehave. Third question?

Charlie: Hold on. Stil recoverin frm that last one

John: Take your time, love. I’ll be waitin. Before ten.

Charlie: ur enjoyin this too much

John: Very.

Charlie: 🙄

John: Eyes back where they belong, Miss Daniels.

Charlie: ok ok last one. What time u pickin me up?

John: Right after your last class.

Charlie: Got it see u then

John: Be good, yeah?

Charlie: I will

John: That’s my girl.

She smiled gleefully before taking care of herself in the public restroom, still in university. When she step out from the bathroom stall and washed her hands before drying them. Her phone buzzed again. She glanced down at the screen and her lips tugged more as she read the message.

Hailey: I’m outside campus. Wanna tag along? Thinking of checking out some shops and maybe grab food on the way home.

Charlie pondered the idea, biting her lip. She didn't have any important assignments due today, and she could definitely use a break. Besides, she hadn't spent time with Hailey in a while since she moved into John's apartment.

Charlie: im in. gonna tell john so he dont freak. Meet u outside.

She then quickly switched to her text thread with John, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

Charlie: Hey, Hailey is takin me out 4 a bit. we gonna shop n hang. She’ll drop me bak at ur flat later.

A few seconds passed before her phone buzzed again with his response.

John: 🤨 How long?

Charlie: idk yet. just sum girl time. We won’t b late, promise.

John: You bring your pepper spray?

Charlie: yes… and the keychain u gave me i kno, i kno… safety first

John: Good. Keep your phone on. Text me if plans change.

Charlie: ok ok, captn bossy 😜

John: Damn right. Behave. No trouble.

Charlie: no promissesss 😇 jk jk i will

John: Be back before dark.

Charlie: ur not my dad well… 😳

John: You wanna play that card, love? Because I will be waiting. Door unlocked. Lights off.

Charlie: JOHN 😭

John: That’s what I thought. Text me when you are home, or leave a voicemail. I need to know you made it back safe.

Charlie: I will 😅 thx 💕

John: Good girl.

Her cheeks flushed at those two words. 

She could hear his deep and raspy tone saying in her mind, causing her stomach to have butterflies. As she tucked her phone into her pocket and exited the restroom, her face remained warm, bracing herself for the teasing she expected as soon as she meets Hailey.

***

Stepping out of the university and making her way to the parking lot. The sun was nearly setting, and the sky was painted with shades of orange and purple as the streetlights flickered on. The lot was almost empty, and the cool air reminded her that the temperature was expected to drop to around forty degrees today. A good thing is that she was dressed in her favorite beige sweatshirt with a hoodie over, comfortable jeans, and walking shoes. Her breath formed small clouds in the air as she slowed her pace and surveyed the area.

Hailey was supposed to be around in this lot.

Her brows furrowed as she slowed to a stop, glancing around. The usual buzz of campus life—students laughing, cars pulling in and out, conversations—were dead.

Her car was nowhere to be seen. Other than her car parked way far from her.

Confused, Charlie pulled her phone out of her bag, her fingers already hovering over Hailey’s name to call her. But before she could even tap the screen, she felt a sharp sting in her neck.

Her phone slipped from her fingers.

Eyes wide as she almost lost her breath as if someone had pinched her hard. She barely had time to process what was happening before she saw someone over her shoulder.

His face was inches from hers, twisted into a smirk.

“Miss me, Char?”

Michael.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She tried to move, to shove him away, but her limbs felt heavy.

The world around her began to blur, tilting at an odd angle as her knees buckled beneath her before her vision darkened, black spots creeping in. She barely registered his arms catching her before everything faded into darkness.

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