#eugh. homework. AGAIN?

[evintide]

You did say that adapting to Twilight’s atmosphere makes you feel more comfortable. How did you and your people manage to handle it?

" magic, obviously. " with a beckoning motion a tome glides out from a nearby shelf to come and flutter open just above her grasp. the pages turn on their own to a passage that the queen has deemed relevant to her interest, eyelids lowering in temporary concentration to pick something from its contents.

" 'lo these so called fields can nary be considered a pasture akin to that of the realm of light. no sustenance can be brought forth from their ashy soil, nor any light to bring our seeds to fruition-' blah, blah, blah... " with a derisive tsk the woman rolls her eyes, the pages flipping wildly to another passage, though she barely gives it a glance before a mordant smile creeps across her face.

" on it’s own the Twilight Realm isn’t particularly harmful, but living here without having been… let’s say, an ‘original resident’ wasn’t easy, " the still floating tome lifts along with her hand, a gesture to indicate why she had brought the apparent diary out. " if you didn’t adapt, you didn’t survive. simple as that. as the queen i have the honor of having access to these personal accounts… very few of which are pleasant, hehe. "

her snicker is equally as skewed as her expression, though its sharpest edges dull oh-so slightly when her gaze returns to the book. the once hard curl to her lips softens to hide her fangs, the sight of which had only offered a dangerous edge to her smile. despite her obvious derision towards it's previous owner, the twili seems incapable of maintaining disgust. or, perhaps, she has more history with this tome than one might automatically assume.

with a hum she finds something else that grabs her attention inside, but it's contents remain a mystery to all that do not hold it.

" but our ancestors were tenacious. what couldn’t be found was made, even if it was feeble. and over time their new home changed us as we changed it. " her other hand lifts so that a finger may trace something across the book's pages, as if following a line to one side to the other, dipping occasionally to follow a possible turn or curl. once it reaches the other side, the corners of the queen's mouth lift again, though it lacks the severity of it's earlier iteration.

the hand below closes, and with it the book snaps shut with a slap of finality.

" of course, all of that took place a long time ago. not that light dwellers would find our home unpleasant, but we twili have made the most of our realm, and it to us. "

[ghost-city-aballs]

drew my queen

ignore an-chan

-cas

[fauvester]

he continues to suffer

ENOUGH with the cat themed pet names he is SUFFERING

[bitterpngs]

i don’t think i’ve cried over schoolwork this semester but it’s never too late to start 👆🏼

[crustyfloor]

Link to the translated Q&A Vivinos and Qmeng had recently.

....Guess that means it'll be very long (hopefully) and very good? honestly just scared for what round 7 will bring, it's probably gonna be the last round in the series, and with all the tension buildup this'll be stressful i assume

Yeah, Luka was set to be a popular figure from the jump, there was no way his trick with the Sua imitation was more than just a power trip (Or just a genuine mental break on Mizi's part). because either way with the way Mizi was holding herself up during round 5, she stood 0 chance against him.

Luka, just like the others doesn't actually have real control over his position in Alien stage. So in order to set that boundary for himself and others he uses his presence and the stage because, in any other context, he is simply just a tool and a frail (old) man. (And he has in-universe stans how beautiful)

More Luka lore please vivinos....

Kinda glad this got changed, because imagine this cute guy gradually turning into the Ivan we know now and then doing the shit he did in round 6? then doing the dream face reveal showing that he never truly changed, he just had a mask on. that shit would be 10x more devastating (even though the way it is now is just as devastating) Ivan and Luka twins (scary stuff but quite intriguing, even now they're still quite similar in some ways)

Augh...it is true though. Aliens and humans are just far to vast in traits to relate to each other on such a level, this reminds me of Mizi and Guardian Shine. Guardian Shine might've been the only guardian shown in the alien stage cast to actually be kind. She even seemed to be crying when she had to send Mizi away to go to Anakt(?). I find it kinda sweet though, that the ones who do actually care really show it and try even if they can't understand their pets that well.

But I also like the more grim side to it, because when you don't understand something specifically another being in this case you're less likely to have sympathy for it. Humans and Aliens don't have any relatable traits so whatever these aliens do to the humans whether for self-pleasure or such. And lab-mice? that confirms lab-rat theory. Alien stage crew were all just succesful experiments and the bad batch are kept behind for further testing i theorize. but its still pretty vague so we'll see. hopefully things get more grim ((

......What are you hiding Vivinos. (she rlly said do your homework....okay mum...i will catch you...)

A story about the death of close loved ones and how that can affect characters who are alive in the long run. im gonna throw up.

(NOT AGAIN WITH THE DEAD WIFE PARALLEL MIZI IS NOT HIS WIFE-)

"Ivan is the perfect man" 😭 I love the details of round 6 clothing so much, even I got that superior or dominating aura from Ivan when I first saw him in round 6 (💀) there wasn't really much to his outfit but the way he carried himself in it kinda just gave off that idea that he's the one in control here. but gradually, we can see that facade fade as he got more into his feelings the more he sang and sunk down to a level where he was most natural. eugh.....

[anxiouswildfire]

Okay but a James who uses pet names very casually with all his friends.

James gives Sirius a look. “Babe, no.”

“But-“

“No you can’t blow up the classroom, people could actually get hurt. What about a smoke bomb?”

“Lily, my love,” James says with pleasing eyes. “Please?”

“I’m not doing your homework for you.” Lily says without looking up.

“Peter, darling, can you pass the butter?”

“Of course.”

But once he established Regulus in his mind as a friend, he made any excuses to call him pet names. It was so often that it was obvious that james was in love.

“Reg, my dear,” James said, startling the poor boy. “Get out of the cold.”

Regulus stuttered before getting out, “It’s nice out in the rain.”

“You must at least wear a jacket.”

“You’re not going to catch the snitch.” Regulus teased. “You’re too slow.”

“Baby, I’ll catch it before you even see it.”

Regulus blushed so hard and was delayed in chasing after the snitch because of that one word.

James tsked at the other boy’s sleeping form. “Sweetheart.”

“Hhmm?” Regulus stirred at his voice

“Come on, honey, come on.” James helped regulus up.

“Love, what are you doing in the floor, there are perfectly good chairs!” James exclaimed, amused.

Regulus was sitting at the back of the library indeed on the floor. “You’re one to talk.”

James shrugged and sat beside him. “Fair enough.”

“Aren’t you going to hogsmeade?”

“Darling, I’d rather be here with you.”

Regulus coughed before answering, “I’m just doing schoolwork.”

So I don’t think regulus could be faulted for what he thought when he woke up in the middle of the night. No, I think it’s quite reasonable. Especially since he was rarely around James’ friends.

Regulus woke from a dream clearly about James and had the startling realization that he was dating James Fleamount Potter. There was no other logical explanation why he constantly hung around him and called him pet names. In public too! Now regulus was worried about when they got together. Obviously regulus was in love with him. But when did they start dating?

He got out of bed and pulled out his diary, flipping through the pages to a month ago when he first noticed James used a pet name for him. He concluded that james knew they were dating for at least that month.

He wracked his brain for a moment that he might’ve indicated that they were dating. And also.. Did James think he was a prude for not kissing him?? He got up. He had to rectify this. And then he sat back down and cast a tempus. It was 5 am. James woke up around 6:30. Why did he know this? Well, he thought, at least he had an excuse to know these things now that he knew they were dating.

An hour and a half later (of agonizing waiting), regulus got up and pulled on warm robes. He slipped out of the entrance to the slytherin house and went to look for potter- er James. Eugh what did James think of him if he didn’t even call him by his first name!

Meanwhile, james was having a nice run when he spotted his crush, regulus black, walking straight towards him. He beamed and jogged over.

“Regulus, my love! What are you doing up this earl-“ he was interrupted by regulus pulling him in for a kiss.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do that sooner.” Regulus said, clearly slightly distressed

James blushed. “I- uh.. why are you sorry again?”

“I mean we’ve been dating for so long and I haven’t kissed you!”

James laughed and then stopped at regulus’ expression. “Wait you’re serious?”

“No Im regulus.”

“Reg, darling, we aren’t dating? Or at least-“

Regulus realized suddenly that his 5 am realization might have not been quite right. “But.. oh.”

James frowned. “Did you think-“

“I woke up this morning- I mean I thought I was just.. oblivious?”

“Well you did get it right that I love you, but we haven’t exactly talked about it yet.”

“I guess now’s better than any time?”

[chinesebarbie]

I used to never spend money AT ALLLLLL and I’d just have it to loan to my parents when they needed it so I used to always have a consistent amount of money so I didn’t worry about a job too much but now I’m spending a lot of it on gifts and going out more and stuff so now I feel like I’m in poverty (I didn’t spend THAT much money but yeah it’s still way less and I cry myself to sleep about where all my money went) so this is like the first time I’m actually considering getting a job but I’m so tired from school now idk how that’s going to happen… and I hate being perceived by people… and I haven’t had a job like… ever not even baby sitting or lawn mowing bc I was so sheltered and privileged and I hated people even more than I do now… but I think I should atleast start getting some job experience because what if I’m suddenly 25 and my resume is literally a blank stained sheet of toilet paper,,,, embarrassing

When I wanted to kms Atleast I had a focus for my life like wtf am I doing now

[leeofthevoid]

Did we or Did we not?

Part Two of Not so Meet-Cute

Farleigh x Reader

a/n: I did think about adding SMUT. I really did. I just don't have the heart to make half-assed SMUT scenes that people would dislike anyways, and I kind of wanted a Fluffy Farleigh fic that still had his usual sass. I love you all so much!

Word Count: 3635

Warnings: Explicit content, Mature Content, Strong Language, 16+

Annabel and India never gave up on your dating life, but you sure have for months now. It's just the same damn thing over and over again, and it was stupid. The boys are all okay at first, but then they disappear from the area. Farleigh swoops in and asks you to make out again, and you just entertain him. It sucks having to bruise your ego every now and then. 

What's worse? Farleigh points that out whenever you two are on each other's nerves. 

"Annabel and India won't stop setting me up for dates." You passively say while lying on his bed, his head on your stomach. He had your shared cigarette in between his fingers while chuckling. "It's getting sadder and sadder by the minute. Are you that desperate?"

You smack him on the forehead, earning a pinch on your thigh. "Farleigh!"

"What? You did it first." You rolled your eyes and stole the cigarette, inhaling deeply to calm your nerves. "I mean, did you tell them you want to stop?" He asked, raising his head to make eye contact for a split second before settling on your stomach again. 

You puff out and sigh. "Well, that's the thing…I kind of don't want to stop? If you get to have sex, why can't I?"

"Because you don't want us to?" 

"And get all your diseases? Bitch, please." You hear a low chuckle from him, reminding you that he is still the same American bitch you dislike. "But be honest, why do you not want to take it up a notch? Am I just your designated boob sucker? Or am I not too English for you? Oh, oh, oh! Maybe you prefer ugly men." You scoff and push his head off, but he is pretty adamant about lying down on it. 

"Eugh, it's just weird, okay? You had your chance, but you blew it last year." You sat up and looked down at his stupid face. 

"And why can't I have a second?" He mockingly fluttered his eyelashes. "Because you dragged me to your bed just because one of your little toys can't come in this morning." He scrunched up his nose and groaned, "Touché." 

You push him off to stand and fix yourself in front of the mirror in his room, a burst of annoyance nagging at you when you see your reflection. "Farleigh! I said no fucking marks!" It was everywhere. On your neck, chest, back?! Not even a single place untouched by that little shit. 

Farleigh walks up to you with a grin, placing his chin on your shoulder, hands wrapped around your waist. "I know a place I could put them where no one can see." He hummed. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away from you. 

"You don't deserve it." He raised his eyebrows at you, leaning on the cabinet next to you and checking the time. "We have class, babes. Time for you to cover that up." He got a sweater from the cabinet, threw it at you, and fixed himself. 

Another day, another regret of wearing a strapless top you had to cover because of Farleigh. What a dreadful day for fashion. 

Walking down the hallway, India fell into step with you with another juicy gossip. She paused and looked at the sweater that clearly did not match the black pencil skirt and spiky boots you had going on. "Farleigh made you do his homework again?" You nodded and sighed. 

"Babes, this is a sign to sit next to that smart kid in our class. He could totally at least get homework out of your hands." She had this impressed look on her face and linked her arm around yours. "Imagine the power couple of the year!"

"No way. Do you not notice how he picks his nose?" Farleigh pointed that out when the guy walked past you a few weeks back. "Oh. Ew, alright, never mind." She scrunched up her face and started to talk about the other guy.

It was a few hours after classes, and India had this giddy smile. She separated from you when you went to class and quickly looked for you when you were dismissed. "India, hiding something from me?" She giggled and walked you to a table with Annabel, a boy beside her. Oh fuck.

"And he just threw it?"

"Yes! He had this whole speech about being able to afford another one!"

You and Farleigh laugh while sitting on the bed of another house party you were dragged to. "There's no way he could replace that. You know that kid got here because his mother was hot?"

Your eyes grew big, and a gasp came out of your mouth. "No way!"

"Yes, way. One of the board members had a huge crush on her, and when she begged him, he didn't think twice." You both laugh as you gossip about that guy you had a terrible 'date' with three weeks back.

"I still can't get over how he insulted your sweater and my ring. He went on and on about how cheap the fabric was, how it washed out my 'beauty,' and how my ring seemed to have a fake red diamond." He gasped, eyes in disbelief. He sat crossed leg with a pillow he clutched tightly when you told him more about the disastrous date. 

"Oh god, how dare he? That sweater probably costs more than his flat." He scoffs, clearly irritated by the dislike of his fashionable clothes. "I know right! You're horrible, but you at least have taste in clothes." You both burst out laughing, Farleigh shoving you while you tried to breathe.

"Fuuuuck! Annabel and India are such idiots. How could they not tell the fake Piaget he was flaunting." A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back on the headboard. "Trust me, I've been to worse. I just didn't appreciate the casual flaunting and the insulting." Farleigh raised an eyebrow and scooted next to you to sit back. "He told me, "What is that bloody junk doing on your delicate hand? Someone must really hate you for giving you a fake." Like, seriously?" 

Farleigh made an amused sound, and then a smirk followed. "The wicked witch and the fake ass bitch. Sounds meant to be." He smirked, earning him a ton of smacks and slaps. It ended up in you two play fighting, grunts, and victorious laughs tossed here and there. When you both settled, sprawled on the bed, heaving air, you got to thinking. "I need alcohol and a line or two…Maybe even a joint." Farleigh craned his neck to you and shuffled to stand up. "We're at a party for a reason; stand up, my dear! This party needs us!" You giggle and take the hand he outstretched to pull you up. 

You were totaled, and the amount of things you took was wild. And you sure as hell did suffer so severely the next day. You wake up in someone else's bed, your head pounding and your body sore. Fuck, this soreness was definitely not from partying too hard. "Fuck!" 

"Shut up." You shot your head to look at the space next to you, moving from under the covers to avoid the sun. You were too groggy to retaliate and can't even register your surroundings yet. It was just sore and not in a terrible way. Just the sore you get when you've spent the whole night having…Sex. 

Fuck! The panic set in, and you checked under the covers. Yup, that is your naked body under there. What a fucking idiot, how could this happen? There were a ton of drinks, but were you that shitfaced you couldn't even remember?

You wasted no time pulling the covers to wake the stranger, which might have made your blood run cold. 

"Ahhhhhh!" You couldn't stop screaming bloody murder when Farleigh shot up and looked around to check what the commotion was about. "What! What!" 

"You!" You clutched the cover to your chest and threw pillows at him. "Farleigh, what the fuck is happening!" 

He paused for a moment and then realized," Shit, how? When?" 

"I don't know!"

"Did we…"

"I'm fucking sore, so yeah, we definitely did." He groaned and quickly got up to run into the bathroom, snagging his clothes from the floor on the way. 

You huffed and pulled the covers up to look for your clothes, carefully picking them from the floor. Your legs were wobbly, but you could still wear your clothes again…Or what's left. There were weird tears on them, and you hated the party even more now. I guess you were glad to at least wake up in the familiar space of Farleigh's dorm room instead of the house where the party started. 

You sat down on the bed again when he came out. "So…"

"Do you remember anything, Farleigh?" He sat down on his study chair, creaking under his weight. "I don't remember much, to be honest. I just remembered playing many games with Felix, and we absolutely crushed that idiot's ego. I saw you making out with two guys at once, too. Uhm…” 

You choked, eyes widening, not believing the last thing you did. It may be best not to remember much. "I'm sore." He looked at you, and a slight smirk plastered his lips. 

"Well, I'm going to take that as a compliment." 

"Oh, shove off!" His face rested on the palm of his hand, looking as smug as ever. "As if you totally didn't imagine me as one of your gross professors, you weirdo."

"And you must have fantasized about being under one of Felix's blonde posh friends." Still triumphant as ever, this ass. "As if! Did you know Ellis didn't use deodorant until Felix gave him a spare? Or that Matthew doesn't bel-"

"Believe in condoms? Yes, I do. Little Matty wanted a piece of your man, but I refused." You can't help but crack a grin at his twisted form of acknowledgment that he was not an easy catch.

You wanted to look at him longer when his door suddenly opened, Felix crashing in, looking excited. "Holy fuck, Far. You guys were at it the whole night the fucking R.A. almost went in due to noise complaint." You sighed and sat up. "Felix, best to shut the door before telling your fun little story."

Felix chuckled and closed the door behind him, then sat on the floor, his body trying hard not to bombard you with gossip. "Holy shit, guys, one of the T.A.s went to the party, and the dude was a massive lightweight. Even dunked his head in the fountain on the way back just to wake him up." Farleigh barely listened, but you loved blackmail so much that you could not let it pass. 

"I'm actually kind of interested as to how we fucked?" Farleiigh pointed at you and himself, getting even more excited that he had to stand up. "Okay, okay. So basically, you two were just partying and playing some games with us when India told her," He pointed at you, "To chug like, what? A whole bottle of Vodka! By the way, I respect you so much for that." You chuckle at his boyish daftness that you can't even comment. 

"Then holy fuck! When we all got out of the party, Annabel and I were kind of doing our thing when Farleigh almost broke my door demanding for an extra condom!" Farleigh turned and massaged his temple. At the same time, he bit his lip in surprise. You could only cover your mouth to hide yours. "Holy shit! You guys went on for hours, and I had to switch locations because we could not get our thing going!" The annoying thing about Felix was that he was so passionate that even his arms could not stop moving to emphasize whatever he deemed interesting. 

"Stop, stop, stop," Farleigh said, eyes shut and index fingers plugged in his ears. He's right. This was a ton of information on a Sunday morning. 

"Felix, let's grab breakfast first. This is just a one-time thing; it won't happen again. Go and tell Annie we'll be at the café in a bit. "Alright, mate. See you later, wild ones." 

A beat of silence finally returned to the room when you and Farleigh looked at each other. "See you later." He nodded, and you went to who knows where to get fresh air. 

How did this happen? You guys promised to the one thing off-limits, and all crashed down in one night. Oh well, it won't happen again.

Right?

Farleigh was groaning beside you for the nth time while you gave him headache medication to ease up his pain. The class hasn't even started yet, but most of the students looked like they were about to pass out.

It was almost like the world hated you. You get your fix of sexual need, but the catch is you don't know how it went. The only thing you know is that you do it with Farleigh. Happens every two weeks. 

Compared to India and Annabel, who was passed out in last night's clothes, you at least had the decency to change into new ones that were more decent but still screamed 'Hot bitch’.

"Babes, this lecture is killing me." You shake your head as he grumbles more about how he probably did all the work last night that's why you were in less pain. Little shit. 

"Shut up, you little baby. We both know you're a whiney fuck that likes to be bottom." He shot you a glare and continued to silently nurse himself back to health. Silently whimpering while he basically put his whole body weight on you. 

It felt weird. It was like the night you two do it, you can't remember a thing. He doesn't either. In fact, that bitch sometimes blames you for 'touching his beautiful body' like a dramatic fucker he is. It happens every two weeks, and at this point, you don't mind anymore. 

From someone you hated so much, you two became closer friends than India ever was with you. Farleigh had all the gossip and snide remarks you never got from your girlfriends. You matched his energy and were very candor about the people he talks about. 

Class ended and you had to wake Farleigh up. "Farleigh, wake up." 

"No." He whined. 

"And if I pour water on your new velvet shirt?" 

His eyes shot up and sat back, glaring at you. "You'd never." 

"I would." A smug look on your face as you stood up and followed the wave of students walking out the class. 

Felix all texted you to meet up at the pub later that night. Farleigh decided to get ready together at your dorm, a decision you never had a chance to stop. 

"Hey, Farleigh, do you think I'm sometimes trying too hard to get a guy?" He looked at your reflection as he was fixing his hair. "Don't we all try too hard?" He used his hands to make his curls more prominent and kept. 

You creased your forehead, thinking too deeply enough to draw blood while biting down your bottom lip. "I mean…It just feels like I'm doing things to amuse you a lot. I feel like I gave up a long time ago."

He turned his head to look at you, stopping whatever he did and sighed. "Hey, not feeling like partying?" You nodded and sat on the bed, slumping your back. "No. I don't feel like doing anything much to be honest." 

Farleigh's eyes flashed recognition, and he sat next to you, placing his head on yours. "It's your time of the month, isn't it?" Confusion shot in your mind but you still nodded. How the fuck did he know? "...How?" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. '"You get all sentimental and overthink. I'd rather stay in too. If you're not there, what's the point of being in a boring party." You don't know what wave of emotion came over you, but you felt so nice that tears welled up in your eyes. 

In a twisted way, this idiot got to your heart in his own way. Without Felix or India to force you to be together in a room or a park date that they concocted just to play cupid. You liked seeing this side of him that was far from that asshole you met in first year. 

You appreciated him so much that you were afraid of the possibility that the asshole got his second chance of 'shooting his shot'. He was too good to be true, and you didn't want to lose that. He was too important just for your measly feelings to ruin what you had. 

Even after that whole ordeal, Farleigh became more attentive and he looked more beautiful in your eyes for some reason. He always makes time for you and was never shy to ask for your help in his essays and other things he knew you excelled at. 

The one time you knew you were disgustingly in love with him was when you were at your weakest during the year. When your grandfather died. 

He was so kind and so loving. He was the one who pushed you to still hangout with people so you won't die of loneliness in your dorm room. The one to lie next to you when you had to cry so much that you got sick at night. The one who took notes from your classes that you missed while you grieved. He was also kind enough to teach you about the rock tradition his family had, which helped you a ton. 

He was just so imperfectly perfect. 

When you finally got better, finished finals, and was in the time of the term to get ready for summer break, you had the courage to confess.

He lounged on your bed with that bitchy bored expression of his as you paced the room back and forth. "Baby, stop doing that and just tell me what's up. You're making me fucking dizzy, love." You stopped and rolled your eyes before sitting at the edge of the bed beside him. 

"Farleigh, I have to tell you something. It's really important that you don't fucking make fun of me or else I will kill your whole family and leave the country afterwards." He crossed his arms over his chest and breathed out. "Go on then, I'm listening."

You paused and took out a small bottle of tequila, downing it quickly to gain some liquid courage that you badly needed. "Woah morning drinks already." You glared at him as he stuck his tongue out at you. 

"So! Farleigh Start. You shitty bitch that replaced me with another person while we were on a date last year. The idiot that asks me to make-out with him that I can't say no because you're undeniably good. The asshole that I fight with all the time."

"Wow, it's like a proclamation of hate." You covered your hand on his running mouth while clearing your throat. "Farleigh…" He rolled his eyes and sat back. You removed your hand and slowly fidgeted with your sheets. 

"Farleigh, I think I like you." 

You ran all scenarios in your head for what reaction you will get but probably missed this one. He scoffed. The type of scoff that makes you think he knows for a long time now.

"Fucking finally." You gave him a confused look, he simply rolled his eyes keeping up with the bitchy act. 

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? You know you're such an oblivious prick sometimes it hurts my head." You gave him a look while he went on, "Um…What the fuck?"

"Babes, everything I did for you. It was my shot to try and redeem myself for a second chance. The moment you called me out in that bathroom I realized what I lost." You smirked, "My beautiful face and striking personality?" 

"That and… You're you. You don't try too hard. I did! I tried so fucking hard to actually get you to talk to me more. And you know what's worse? Kissing you makes it hard to kiss other people!"

You rolled your eyes yet again because it sounded way too condescending for someone who wants you to like them. Idiot. 

"No, listen. You don't get it. Kissing you felt like something that wasn't lust or boredom. You knew how to kiss well and I was bewitched!" 

"Exaggerating won't help your case after downplaying my confession." You crossed your leg over the other to add a bit more sass in your words. 

"I like you too, Y/N. I like you so much that I stopped doing my American slut façade and just wanted to be there for you. Unlike Felix and my supposed family, I felt like I was seen for who I was." 

It was touching and honest. You saw his eyes getting glossier while emphasizing his own twisted confession. You held his hand and kissed it. "You know. I'm not a jealous person, so I probably missed the part where you ask for forgiveness for doing the tango with other people." 

"How could I when I do it with a ninety-year-old by soul bitch who had sex with me multiple times when we were black-out drunk." You smiled and pinched his cheeks hard. 

"I hate you, Farleigh." 

"I love you too." He said with a genuine smile. 

You looked into his eyes and sighed. This asshole really made you do all that just to make you realize he liked you. What a prick. 

But he's your prick now.

a/n: What if Farleigh Racer AU next?

[deepamuthukrishnan]

The Science of it All

High School Luke Hughes x OC

Summary: Divya goes back to school but Luke’s girlfriend has it out for her.

Warnings: Just Luke’s girlfriend being a bitch and swearing

Author’s Note: heyyy. Ik I haven’t written a new chapter and stuff. I’ve had shitty writers block and I’m drowning in work so I haven’t found time to write but here I am trying to churn out a new chapter.

Chapter 4:

Divya

I reluctantly walk inside school, my backpack on my back and carrying a large toasted white chocolate signature latte from Dunkin that I had to beg Mom to let me get before I walk to my locker while dodging people pushing their friends into walls and lockers and the slow walkers in front of me who I want to shove.

I finally reach my locker before unlocking and putting small diorama project away before I hear someone slam onto the locker next to mine and I don’t need to look up to know how it is.

“To what do I owe this pleasure to you Akash?” I ask before looking at him.

Akash and I have been best friends since before we were born. Our dads were best friends in college and that was given to us.

“Give me the answers to the math homework.” He says.

“You’re forgetting something.” I tease.

“Please, oh wise one, please give me the answers to the math homework.” He says again and I rifle through my bag before giving him the worksheet.

“You’re an angle Div.” He says before kneeling on the floor and quickly writing the answers and the work before handing my worksheet to me.

“Lemme try.” He points to the coffee cup in my locker. I hand it to him and he takes a sip before making a disgusted face. “Eugh! This isn’t coffee! This is just downright sugar!”

“Okay it’s not!” I retort. “I just like my coffee like this Mr. I Fein For Black Coffee.”

“Which is the superior choice!” He says.

“Hey Divya!”

I whip my head and I internally groan, seeing Amanda Santorini, aka Luke’s girlfriend, storming up to me. I groan a bit and Akash hands me back my coffee before making a beeline to his locker.

“Wha-“ I sigh and close my locker.

“Hey Divya.” She said in a snobby tone that sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m surprised you know me.” I retort dryly.

“So you like making jokes huh? I got one: stay away from Luke.” She snaps.

It takes everything in me not to burst out into laughter. “Girl the fuck?”

“Don’t girl me! I said stay away from Luke! He’s not yours.”

“And you can have him because I don’t want him.” I explain. “I really don’t want him.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you tutoring him?”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “For extra credit.”

“Bullshit. We both know you want him.”

This bitch cannot be real.

“I don’t. I don’t want him and the only reason I’m tutoring him is because I want extra credit, not dick!” I snap and some of the kids in the halls turn to look at us.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, you gonna go to his teacher, which I’ll assume is also your teacher. You’re going to tell her that you’re gonna stop tutoring him and you’re gonna tell her to give him a new tutor, someone who’s a boy.”

I look at her dumbfounded. By this point, an entire crowd is watching all this go down.

“Me no want Luke. Me want extra credit.” I say through forced calmness.

“Oh yeah?! Get this through your head.”

Before I can react, she snatches one of her minion’s matcha and opened the lid and before I know it, she pours it on me. I gasp as I feel ice and the cold matcha trickle under my grey shirt.

“Stay away from him, or I’ll do a lot more.”

She walks off with her minions and the entire crowd looks at shock. My grey shirt and matching grey pants have splotches of green on them and my hair has matcha in it that will become sticky later on and it would be a bitch to get out.

Tears prick my eyes and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from crying in school.

“Divya-“

“Not now Akash!” I look up and to my surprise it’s not Akash.

“What do you want Luke?” I quickly pull my hair in a bun and he looks at me.

“Oh my god. Who did this?” He asked, taking in my now matcha and melted ice appearance.

“I have to get to class Luke.” I mutter.

“Bullshit! You have study hall!”

I whip around and I look at him. “How do you know I have study hall now?”

“Yesterday when you got a notification, I saw one of your widgets is your schedule and it said you had study hall today.”

“Totally normal.” I respond. I go to walk away but Luke grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Divya. Who did this to you?” He asks again.

“Your wonderful and charming girlfriend.” I respond. “I’m surprised Queen Bee knows who I am.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters. “I’m really sorry on her behalf.”

“You know what, it’s fine. It was hair wash day.” I slightly joke.

“No, she shouldn’t have done that on a hair was day or not. I need my tutor healthy.” He chuckles a bit.

I chuckle a bit at his joke. “It’s really fine. I just need a clean shirt that I’ll go call my mom for.”

“What about pan-“

“Nurse’s office. Don’t ask.” I quickly say.

“Let me walk you.”

I whip my head around and look at him. “What?”

“I said let me walk you to the nurses office. I also have study hall.”

“How chivalrous, but I am more than capable of walking myself to the nurse’s office.” I say.

“Please, just let me walk with you. I wanna know more about you.”

I mull over it for a sec. “Fine, but we have to stop at the media center so I can drop my stuff down.”

He nods and we begin to walk.

“So, how are you in study hall? You don’t seem like the type to be in two varsity sports here?” He asks.

“What about you, you’re on the varsity hockey team. Where’s the other varsity sport?” I counter.

“I’m on the USA U17 hockey team.”

I stop walking and I look at him. “I’m sorry, repeat that sentence?!”

“I’m on the USA U17 hockey team?” He says.

“Bullshit.” I say. “You’re joking.”

Luke gets his phone out and after going to his gallery, he shows me a picture of him and a blonde player in a locker room, both wearing an USA jersey.

“Oh, oh, you’re not joking. So that’s why you were gone for like months.” I say with realization. “I’m sorry for like doubting you-“

“It’s fine, you didn’t know.” He said.

“So that means you’re like really good.”

“I mean, I guess. I also play for Little Caesar’s

“Little Caesar’s is a pizza restaurant.” I clarify.

“No, they have an AAA hockey team that I’m on.” He explained.

“Really? You learn new things everyday.” I said.

We continue to walk in comfortable silence until I reach the media center before walking in and dropping my backpack and coffee on an empty table before walking together to the media center.

“How long have you and Amanda been together?” I ask carefully.

“3 months.” He answers.

I nod and arrive at the nurse’s office before going to the computer and signing in.

“Hi honey, what do you need?” One of the nurses says. She’s an older woman with grey blonde hair and she’s wearing teal scrubs and white Hokas.

“I was wondering if I can get my spare pair of pants I have.” I say.

“Okay sweetie, what’s your name?” She asks while rifling through

“Divya Manjumuthu. M-a-n-j-u-m-u-t-h-u.” I say before she fishes out my ziploc bag with a spare pair of panties and my yoga pants.

“Here you go.” She said. I walk to the bathroom and change into my new pants before walking out and giving the ziploc bag to the nurse.

“Thank you hon.” She said.

“Mhm.” Is all I say before walking to the desktop and signing myself out, Luke getting up from the chair outside.

“You know, I have a spare hoodie that you can borrow.”

I look at him, my eyes bugging out. “No Luke. It’s fine.”

“Look, consider this my stupid tax. And my apology on Amanda’s behalf.”

“Stupid tax?” I chuckled. “What is that?”

“Well, I was stupid to keep texting Amanda yesterday when you were helping me so in return, I’m giving you a spare hoodie.”

“Pretty sure Amanda’s gonna get the wrong impression.” I say.

“I’ll deal with her. Just wear my hoodie today.” He says.

I sigh a bit. “Fine.”

Luke brightens up a bit and we run to his locker before he opens it and gives me his hoodie. It’s a grey Little Caesar’s hockey hoodie with the logo on the front and the list of sponsors on the back.

“I’ll be outside.” He says and I walk into the girl’s bathroom and change into the hoodie before walking to the mirrors and fixing my hair.

This feels so wrong on so many levels.

Girl, it’s not like you and Luke are dating. Besides, he’s probably not into Indian girls.

You’re his tutor, nothing more nothing less.

I brush every negative thought out of my head before walking out and I see Luke holding a big pack of gum.

“I uh,” he gives it to me. “Consider this my original stupid tax.”

“And the hoodie?” I gently tease.

“Stupid tax 2.0.” He says, a boyish smile appearing on his face.

“Okay then. Thank you.” I smile.

“Oh my god did you see her wearing his hoodie?”

“I thought Amanda was his girlfriend.”

“Is she the other woman?”

Whispers follow me throughout the day. It’s confusing really, I’m wearing a hoodie, why are people making a big deal?

I meet up with Akash outside for lunch and I sit down.

“Doofus.” I say.

“Cunt.” He responds and we laugh and I take my lunch out.

“Ugh, gimme some of the vegetable biriyani.” Akash whined.

“It’s my lunch. What’d your mom pack?”

“Upma. I’m going to kill myself.” He says.

I open the Tupperware and slide it to the middle and we eat my mom’s biriyani.

“How is your mom’s biriyani so good?”

“Great question.”

We continue to eat and gossip before Akash asks, “Why are you wearing Luke’s hoodie?”

“After you left, Amanda acted like a bitch and to prove a point, dumped her friend’s matcha all over me.”

“That bitch.” He muttered.

“Literally. And people have been whispering about me and I’m like, it’s a hoodie, calm down right?”

Akash doesn’t say anything.

“Right?” I press further.

“Um Divya?”

“Yeah?”

He takes a breath. “Luke doesn’t let anyone wear any of his hoodies.”

“What,” I chuckled. “I get that he doesn’t let anyone else wear his hoodies but I’m pretty sure Amanda wears his hoodies.”

“That’s the thing,” Akash looked around before he leaned forward as if he was spilling government top secrets. “Luke doesn’t even let Amanda wear his hoodies. She has to steal them.”

I choke on my rice and I start violently coughing before I drink water and calming down a bit. “Wait really?!”

“Yeah. It pays off being the quiet kid in like all my classes.” He says, a dig to the fact we have no classes together.

“You home wrecking bitch!” Is all I hear before Amanda storms up to me.

“You just have to pretend you his other girlfriend right?!” She screeched. Everyone in the courtyard was watching us and my face burned in embarrassment.

“I didn’t have an extra shirt after you dumped matcha over me.” I explain. “And leave me alone. Up until today you didn’t know who I was. Keep it that way.”

“Take it off!”

“No.”

“And why’s that?” She crossed her arms and looked at me.

“I don’t have anything underneath this.”

“I don’t care!” She yelled and I see Luke running up to her.

“Babe stop!” He yelled. “You dumped matcha all over her!”

“Why are you supporting her?!” She screeched.

“Because she’s my tutor! I’m not cheating on her!” He yelled back. “You have to stop being so paranoid!”

I want to crawl into a hole and die.

This was even worse than the crappiest of soap operas.

“You and I will have a conversation you won’t like later!” She yells before running away.

Everyone goes back to what they were doing and Luke gives me a sympathetic look.

“Sorry for that on Amanda’s behalf.” He said. “She shouldn’t have caused a scene.”

“You know, you don’t have to apologize for her.” I say.

“I know, I just feel bad.”

“How valiant.” I tease. “But thanks, I guess.”

School has just ended a few minutes ago and I walk to my car, unlocking it and dropping my bag in the trunk, closing it.

I hear a girl giggle and sounds of kissing and I can get in my car and drive away or I can see who it is because I’m crazy and nosy.

But that would be crazy.

Just kidding, I am one crazy bitch.

I quietly follow the noise and I duck behind a car and I crane my neck to see who it is.

Holy. Fuck.

It’s Amanda and some blonde—wait a minute.

That blonde kid, I recognize him as Ethan Edwards.

Ethan Edwards as in Ethan Edwards the hockey prodigy.

Ethan Edwards as in Luke Hughes’s best friend.

My jaw drops as I see Ethan shoving his tongue down Amanda’s throat.

That bitch!

This feels inherently wrong but what the fuck?! She literally dumped matcha and screamed at me at lunch today and she’s making out with Luke’s best friend.

I take my phone out and take a picture of this and yeah that is like so wrong, but it’s good for blackmail.

Not that I’d do that to the Queen Bee of the school.

Because that, would be crazy.

[livebedroom]

where. palladian, by the main entrance. when. early in the morn, 9ish. for. anybody! @langstonstarters

“jesus, finally - maybe we shouldn’t all just fuckin’ die after all.” crisis evaded, a partial outburst not so quite. it’d been a concern upon arrival about the signal back in fell - fucking atrocious was what bambi chimed in with, much to miss chen’s dismay. the closest to signal was the inner garden and barely, at that – eoin would just fucking love that, wouldn’t he. his ugh, just brilliant child's phone tucked away instead of that brainrotting nightly tiktok browsing, sending him at least four videos to view as his daughter-assigned homework to ask him about later that day. oh, she’d never give him the satisfaction – but palladian made for a blissful haven in that regard. oh, and for classes, too, which, eugh. bambi frowned at her screen as it came to life, pinging away seeming forever. “good to know they live love fuckin’ laff for emails here, too. not a single class canceled, though. fuck me.” o langston, you’re very missed. “anyway! you’re headed where again?”

[fioras-resolve]

Virtue's Last Reward notes, compiled over a week of on-and-off play.

-God they give actual dates for this game now, fucked up. Virtue's Last Reward takes place in like five years.

-Oh god there's a global pandemic in this game, fuck. This hits different in the 2020s. That reminds me, I got COVID vaccinated again and I feel great!

-i kind of love how mean these characters are to each other, it seems to be a consistent thing in every Chunsoft game that isn't Mystery Dungeon

-Uuuuuuuugh, god, this guy's fuckin scummy. My main character Sigma keeps being weird around women, treating them like eye candy and just generally just making uncomfortable remarks. I mentioned both here and during 999 how much I appreciated the raunch, but like this guy fucking sucks. You know, it was fun in 999 because Junpei and Akane were into each other and had actual chemistry, so this was like, flirting? But here it's just my player character being creepy, and it's like, eugh.

-I have tried out the Easy Mode on a puzzle I was stuck on, and I was right, the characters do give hints through dialogue if you do so. I'm pretty bummed that this is locked to easy mode, because it is genuinely solid characterization.

-But also, I thought I tried that solution! I guess I didn't try hard enough, or I did it subtly wrong in a way I didn't notice. I have a tendency to do that, like I struggle with math homework these days because I'm incredibly sloppy without realizing how sloppy I am.

-But this kind of Hard Mode approach is a clear attempt to approach Puzzle Game Problem #2 (There's no clean way to modulate difficulty in a game where the only measure of success is pass/fail). It's a scuffed approach, and definitely comes with sacrifices, but I get why it's there.

[aprillikesthings]

I'm awake, I'm drinking coffee, and I'm waiting for some laundry to get done before I do some homework for my Bible/theology discussion thingie (EfM, for the handful of Episcopal nerds I've become mutuals with) (....who didn't give up tumblr for Lent)

So I might as well watch some She-Ra, right?

s4 ep4 pulse

(Side note I posted a short fic yesterday if you're interested)

PLOT

I've read the synopsis and I'm not sure if there's much I'm gonna screenshot/talk about with this one

does this character have a NAME? I forget

the bit of animation of Double Trouble shifting out of "Flutterina" is pretty great, someone clearly had fun with it

(Do you think it takes effort to stay in another "shape"? Amethyst in SU clearly had to put forth effort the whole time, whereas I think Double Trouble doesn't, other than the acting part.)

"Espionage is a long game, kitten."

Catra is Amused

Double Trouble: "This is supposed to be fun!" Catra: ":( this is supposed to be war" Double Trouble: "No reason it can't be both :)"

Me, A Human in a Non-Fictional Universe: there are many good reasons it should not be both but I suspend them for fiction

Double Trouble literally makes a foreshadowing joke, I love them

...is it all poisonous plants

I mean that does look like foxglove

She's laying it on pretty thick imho

eugh

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE'S FACES oh my god

are they going to drill down to the Cluster

(how many Steven Universe references am I gonna make by the time I'm done rewatching THIS cartoon)

nope don't like that

I was rereading that one "missing scene" fic that Nate posted and in it Adora talks about how doing the healing thing here is actually fucking exhausting and makes her sore all over. If you were wondering why she doesn't do it all the time.

It also doesn't entirely heal the person in question; they still have to rest a lot!

One person: suggests, even slightly, that the Horde is somehow tracking She-Ra Adora: OBVIOUSLY THIS IS ALL MY FAULT

Meanwhile, Glimmer:

(she also blames herself)

oooooh I forgot

She's talking to Double Trouble but I still cackled

oh god Glimmer goes to Shadow Weaver to ask "how to think like Catra, since you know her best," and while Glimmer isn't wrong in that Shadow Weaver is the only one around (other than Adora) who knows Catra at all, it's just.....eugggghhhh

DUH

Okay the "what do those do" "those are daisies, I find them cheerful" is actually pretty funny

every time she gets into someone's personal space like that it's creepy as shit

....she's not wrong. Part of me is like "lol even Shadow Weaver knows" but tbqfh she probably knows better than anyone considering how much she used their mutual affection to abuse them. >:(

what is it with lesbians and game nights (she says, knowing she bought the boardgames Wingspan and Ticket to Ride as Christmas gifts for a partner) (actually it's been a while since we played I should suggest it again)

"people don't come to game night because YOU insist on serving vegetable platters" okay is this a "lesbians are vegetarians" joke are they gonna mention hummus next lolol

"no one likes vegetable platters!" D: I do (...with hummus, even)

anyway they get surrounded by drill bots, meanwhile Glimmer sneaks up on Catra

"wtf?"

(she literally thinks it's Double Trouble at first lol)

I love it when Catra's just like IMMA BITE

please tell me the Glitra shippers reference this line as often as possible

Poor Adora, Glimmer is straight up like "I will continue using you as a decoy--I mean a distraction :) while I destroy shit" and Adora, well--

This actually reminds me of a conversation on reddit the other day, about how people who've always had happy families (or at least, no truly shitty family members) often cannot wrap their minds around the idea that someone who is nice to them could be an abusive piece of shit to someone else, and you end up in these situations where naive people try to force a reconciliation or pull a "but they're your faaaaaamily" or just straight-up don't believe your version of events, because nobody could be that horrible to their own kids, right???? I don't think that's what Glimmer's doing here but it still sucks for Adora.

"I'll bring back some cake!" lol I forgot about this line when I wrote my fic (linked above) but I'm glad this is canon, that she just raids the kitchen, and specifically for cake XD

ehehehehehhehheh

also we see Catra hand Double Trouble an actual little bag of (presumably) coins, what currency do you think Etheria uses??? Like who sets the standard for it. The most obvious thing would be that it's just coins of some standardized weight of a metal rare enough to be valuable. But it's funny to ask yourself if it's like, the kind of coins with someone's face on it, because whose face would it be?! Because then either the Horde and everyone else would be using different currencies (which would be useless across sides) or they're all using the same currency. Some obscure person from Etherian history, probably.

Also I'm not sure the Horde actually pays anyone. I think it's just "you can get enough to eat (barely), and a place to sleep (sort of), and uhhh you can fight each other over getting a small step up in power"

As usual I am overthinking the world-building here lolll

okay episode over :D time to flip the laundry

[baronetcoins]

fic writer asks

tagged by @chiropteracupola - I so do love attention, and these were interesting questions for sure

ao3 name: BaronetCoins (I have Consistent Branding, goddammit)

fandoms: Somewhat actively? Henry V (1989), various MCYT subgroups, and Destiny. In the past, I've done some magnus archives and some rusty quill gaming. Temeraire is hanging around on the periphery though, threatening to add itself to the list without my wish.

number of works: 92. I do write many short things.

work I spent the most time on: cough. polite cough. Oberth Maneuver. I started work on the concept in December of 2021. It's the only thing to have gotten full revisions as I'm writing

work I spent the least time on: Not Interested. Jesus christ I don't want to think about this one for quality reasons, but I used to churn out this quick destiny stuff in like... less than 30 minutes at a time.

longest fic: oberth maneuver again

shortest fic: You ordered well / They brought you medium rare. Shoutout to the 48 hour mcyt exchange for being one of the most batshit things I agreed to do ever.

most hits: May Your Days Be Merry and Bright. I don't even like this fic. God. Why does the magnus archives fandom find a three year old christmas fic in the middle of june and read it. I once had someone on a discord server read it before they knew me, and then tell me it was one of their comfort favorites. I should orphan it /hj

most kudos: above

total word count: 165,329

favorite work of my own: Man, I'm gonna have to pick two here. One is short, and doesn't hit unless you've familiar with both the source material and hamlet, but I am so I like it. the formatting fought me, but it was worth it. [I'm still here (but all is lost)]

the other is a fan favorite (Hi, Remmy, if you read this) and I think my favorite as a work that tried to contain a Plot instead of Vibes. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain. I don't know, It's rather too late for me to be very coherent but considering how much writing I do for myself alone, it's gratifying to write something that other people also want to read on occasion.

fic you want to rewrite / expand on: eugh. okay. I get bored of a concept very easily, so I can't say there's anything I'd rewrite, but I have so many aus or ideas I've promised myself I'm not quite done yet and will circle back around too. Some of them haven't seen the light of day at all yet, but hopefully will someday?

To name a few, not collecting links because there are many, I'd like to circle back around to: both of my baseball aus, per audacia, ahamkara au golden age flavor (that's COMING. I'm WORKING ON IT RIGHT NOW), and ITAV the cooking blog which is one Hell of a thing I'd like to do someday.

share a bit of a WIP: ah FUCK i forgot six sentence sunday. that means 12 sentences next week and I offer you a bit of WIP. as penance.

“Vous semblez dangereux.” He said as much.  Henry processed for a moment, chewing on the words. When he spoke again, it was clumsy. “Quoi voulez-vous dire?”  “Que.” He corrected mindlessly.  “Que voulez-vous dire?” “Vous êtes une distraction.”

Henry V college AU. Because I need Something to hold on to to get through my spanish homework. allow me my self indulgence.

tagging; the court, of course: @kangoo and @kingstealer if you wish. Further, @bidoofenergy, and @arcaneglitch

[berryblu-soda]

ik im celebrating being a functional human being here but!!!!

bro i took a bath in the middle of the day!!! had the energy to not zone out and it wasnt bc i had to clear my head and cry!!! i just wanted to be clean!! i washed my hair the appropiate amount of times!! used body wash and had the energy to make sure i was clean!!! when i went into my room, all my clothes were sorted and where they should be!!! no piles lying around bc i was too tired to get to them!! put on a comfy combo and brushed my hair!!! chilled on my bed for a bit then got up and went back to do my homework :) !!!

that sounds normal to yall probably but brooo that´s huge!!! i spent the great majority of my teen years just trying to stay afloat and zoning out, i forgot to shower way more often than id like, shampooed my hair way more times than were needed bc i was just *not there*, body wash wasnt even considered, my room was an absolute catastrophy, and was compared to the ones in that hoarder show my parents used to watch, dusty, moldy from the local climate and had a moth infestation once (also a dead lizard, eugh), i didnt use to brush my hair unless it was sunday, and my clothes were just in a pile like the rest of my things, bc my drawers were stuffed to the brim with things that didnt even fit anymore but i didnt have the energy to sort through.

it´s just, im *really* happy to have made it out of that, when i spam reblogged the “it has gotten better before and it will again” picture, this is what i meant!!! one day the sun will shine and you´ll feel it on your skin, not dull and numb, like a distant sensation you´re not sure is really there, but like a tight and warm hug, spring will come and the ice of winter will thaw so just hang in there, i promise it can get better

[toxic-stalling]

I should be allowed to never do homework again. Eugh.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww brushing him :)

YEAHHH he trusts you now :'D that's great :'))

YAYYY no injuries this time 🥳🥳 lol xD

Awww 🥺 that's good but what about Owen :(( D:?

Like the two of them

Ope :o?

Eugh insurance 🙄

Yeahh it sucks :((

Ope?

What do you have cooking Owen?

OOOPE-

AAAAHHHHHHHH YES HE DIIIDDD 🥰🥰

ARE THOSE MY LOVELIESSS :DDD

:OOO A BARN RAISINGGGG :DDDD ❤️❤️😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳🥰🥰??!

Love that for us :')))

(also I did have a bit of my live reaction in one of the other posts since I was behind lol)

:O

IS THAT

THIS SONGGGG!!!!

BRO I'M ACTUALLY GONNA LOSE IT

AAAAHHHHHHH THOSE ARE THE BABEYS!!!

STOPPPP WAIT I'M ACTUALLY NOT OKAY

UAAAAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰❤️🥰🥰🥳

AAAAHHHH THIS IS SO SWEEEEET

Look at my lovelies :'DD

Hi everybody 🥰

:O CARLOS SIGHTING?

I think sooo :D

Awww look at them all 🥰🥰

Y'all this song :'DD

AAHHH YES CARLOS SIGHTING 🥰🥰🥳!!

Nice :D

THEY'RE DOING ITTT

Y'ALL THIS IS BOUTTA BE IN ALL THE EDITS :'DDD

ALL THE SERIES EDITS GOTTA INCLUDE THE DRAMATIC BARN RAISING MOMENT 😭😭😭😭😭❤️🥺🥺🥺🥰

We love a dramatic barn raising moment/montage :'DD

UAGH the most family thing a family can do <333

Especially a found family

Anyway :'))

ALSO THEY LOOK SO GOOD :D

AAAAHHHHHHHH WHOOOO NICE JOB GUYS 🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️❤️😭🥺🥰🥰🥰!!!!

I love them so much guys I'm actually not okay <333

The lovelies :'))) 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰

Aww hey guys :')

I was just thinking it's too bad Tommy and Nancy and Mateo aren't there :')) :'(

Hey girl :'))) :'D 🥰🥺

Is she okay 😬😬

Hmm is Tommy okay?

I'm suspicious but. . .

Should you be hanging up on that phone call honey

Aww lol real

(the supposed to be doing homework)

Real 💀 especially since I was thinking of finally signing into TikTok on this phone to see some of the Lone Star stuff before the season ends lol

Anyhoo

Okayy okayyy

OH GOSH P H E W 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

That's so amazing Nancy :')))

I'M SO RELIEVED MY GOSH 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥳

Oh thank goodness :'))) :'DD

AWWW the huggg 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰

Tommyyy I don't like the way you're talking

o.o

Uh oh

CRAPPPP NOOOO

NOOOOOOO TOMMYYY 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💔💔💔🥺🥺

SHE. BETTER. BE. OKAY.

I'M NOT SPENDING ALL EPISODE WORRYING ABOUT NANCY (and Tommy a bit but like worry about that when we come to it vibe yk) JUST TO SPEND ALL SEASON WORRYING ABOUT TOMMY 😭😭😭🥺🥺💔💔❤️

Idk if they'd fluke it but gosh I hope so xddd

Uaaaaghhhh 😭😭😭💔💔❤️❤️

Oh noooo look at her 😭😭😭🥺🥺

Guys once again Brianna, and Gina, acting their BUTTS OFF my gosh it's absolutely AMAZING

These people are icons just wow <3333

Anyway WHAT THE FREEEAAK 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺

I'm not okay guys thanks xdd

Now Nancy's gonna be worrying about her and on calls and stuff but no one else will knowww 😭😭😭🥺💔💔💔💔❤️

Not okay xdd

Amazing episode with some greeaaaat (/gen) moments but 😭😭😭❤️ xd