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Need Yasammy to have a makeup makeout. Hold that kiss for several seconds. Tangle hands in each other's hair. Maybe one of them even picks the other up for a second. Hell, pull away to look at each other and then go back for more.

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I just finished K-Pop Demon Hunters and HOLY PEAK

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Y'know what I'm realizing the November 20 release date actually makes a lot of sense when you consider the predictable time, September, would only be like 2 and a half months after Rebirth. I was hoping that would be enough of a buffer that they wouldn't push Chaos Theory back, but I do get it.

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Where Love Rests

The Nublar Six visit Italy again two years later. Yaz decides it's the perfect place to propose to her girlfriend.

Chapter Six - Home

Yaz was practically buzzing when the time finally came to pick up the ring. She went once again with Brooklynn and Gia under the guise of another morning run, less because she needed their help and more because they wanted a chance to admire the gemstone and engraving before the ring box was hidden away in Yaz's pocket for tonight.

After a week of planning, she still couldn't really believe she was actually doing this, but she had things more or less worked out by now. She was already hiding a box of fancy Italian chocolate in the guys' room, and in a few hours, she would head back to the florist Brooklynn had checked out for her and pick up a bouquet of fresh red roses. Before that, however, she had to talk to Sammy.

They'd been on countless dates over the years, yet the thought of asking her out tonight made Yaz's heart flutter as if it was their first. This might just be the most important date of their lives. The one that both changed everything and promised that one thing would always be the same. If everything went according to plan, their last date as girlfriends and their first as engaged.

"You have got to loosen up," Brooklynn said as the trio made their way through town in the direction of the house. "She's definitely going to realize something's up if you look this nervous asking her to dinner."

"Is it that obvious?" Yaz asked.

Brooklynn and Gia exchanged a glance. Point taken.

"Just relax," Gia drawled kindly. "Don't think of anything except how happy you're going to be when she says yes."

"But don't think about that too hard," Brooklynn added, "or you'll be grinning like an idiot all day."

"I don't do that!" Yaz shot back.

"Buuuuuullshit," Brooklynn declared, her eyes glimmering with a joy that only teasing her friends could bring. "We video chatted the morning of your last anniversary. You couldn't have stopped smiling if you tried."

Yaz grumbled softly. In her defense, she loved her girlfriend, and she and Sammy always did something especially fun and exciting for their anniversaries. But Brooklynn was right. She'd been like a kid on Christmas that day, and today's occasion would be even more significant.

"Alright, yeah," she decided as they turned a corner and began to walk up Gia's street. "I need to lock in."

Despite her teasing, Brooklynn threw her intact arm around Yaz's shoulders and gave her an encouraging squeeze.

"You've got this," she said softly.

When they reached the house, Brooklynn and Gia let Yaz go in first, flashing encouraging smiles until the door opened and they had to school their expressions.

It smelled heavenly on the inside, though for once, Nonna in the kitchen did not seem to be the cause. The old woman was sitting on the couch in the front room, knitting absently while Kenji tried very, very hard to converse with her in Italian. Ben sat nearby, occasionally jumping in to correct something or other, but otherwise just observing.

He looked up as Yaz and the others entered, knowing full well where they'd just been.

"Sammy's in the kitchen," he said in a stage-whisper. His eyes shone with excitement and made Yaz feel a little lighter.

With a few more smiles and encouraging gestures, Brooklynn and Gia split off to settle in with the group. Yaz smiled back, checked her pocket as if the ring could have somehow disappeared since the last time she'd checked it thirty seconds ago, and headed into the kitchen to find her girlfriend. 

There, she also found the source of the delicious smell. Sammy and Darius were hard at work, the former manning a pot and pan on the stove while the latter chopped an assortment of vegetables and tossed them into a large bowl. A tray full of what seemed to be pita chips sat beside Darius on the kitchen island.

"Yaz!" Sammy looked up, beaming. She gave whatever was in the pan a few more prods for good measure, then turned down the heat on the stove and hurried over to plant a big, firm kiss on Yaz's forehead. "Did you have a good run?"

"I did," Yaz replied with a little grin. She glanced over at Darius, now chopping more cucumbers for his salad. "Is that fattoush?"

"Sure is! Made the pita chips myself," Sammy said proudly. "Darius has been helping out with the chopping and washing."

"Did Nonna put you guys in charge of lunch today?"

"Nope. This is just for us." Sammy gently took her hands. "I was thinking we could go out tonight, just you and me. Have a picnic like we do at home."

Something in Yaz's chest suddenly felt warm and soft. Maybe it interfered with her plans a little, but she could pivot. And really, who could say no to those big, adorable eyes?

"I was thinking the same thing, actually," she said. "I made a reservation for us, but I think I like your idea better."

Sammy looped both arms around Yaz and pulled her in. "Look at us, being in sync."

Yaz tilted her head up to peck Sammy's cheek before asking, "can I help with the cooking?"

"Nah, we've got it covered," Sammy replied. "I'm just making some pasta and chickpeas, and Darius can handle the fattoush. You just relax and rest that ankle. We've got a bit of a walk to the spot I picked out."

Yaz was confused for a moment, then remembered Sammy thought she'd been running. Without her brace, at that. Honestly, she was lucky Sammy had yet to chase her to the couch with a stick of Biofreeze on this trip.

"It feels fine," she went on. "Are you sure I can't help? You know I love cooking with you."

"I know." Sammy gently cupped her face, speaking with the upmost adoration in her tone as she said, "but if you can't walk tonight because you won't sit down and rest, I will tie you to a chair."

Yaz stared innocently at her. "But we left the good ropes at home."

Darius's knife clattered to the countertop as he twisted to stare at her, wide-eyed. Honestly, Yaz had momentarily forgotten he was there.

"Right in front of my salad?!" he demanded, aghast.

"Yaz!" Sammy chided, unable to hold back her giggles as she gave Yaz a light shove. "Get the hell outta here before you make me burn my chickpeas!"

"I thought I was your chickpea."

"Get!"

Yaz fled the kitchen cackling. The others in the front room looked up to regard her with varying degrees of perplexation and excitement.

"So?" Brooklynn asked, leaning forward eagerly.

"Small change of plans," Yaz replied. "We're doing a picnic."

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Despite the implied simplicity of a picnic for two just outside town, Sammy had really gone all out.

Not only had she made dinner, but she'd packed everything up in a brand-new picnic basket decorated with small yellow flowers, and bought a set of real, good dishes just for this. She'd also brought a small bottle of grape juice because they were both rarely in the mood for alcohol, paired with two nice wineglasses because they liked to be fancy regardless. Not to mention the box of chocolate covered strawberries.

All in all, Yaz felt like her box of chocolates and bouquet of roses were barely cutting it in comparison.

Sammy seemed happy with it, though, as the two walked arm-in-arm through the streets to the spot she had chosen.

"Remember when you hated picnics?" Yaz mused along the way.

"I never hated them," Sammy replied. "I just never thought lunch on a blanket was all that special."

"But dinner on a blanket is a-okay," Yaz teased. They shared a small, soft laugh before she leaned back in and asked, "what ended up changing your mind?"

"You." Sammy looked over at her fondly. "Remember how we first started doing them after you quit track? I didn't see the appeal at first, but I knew you liked them, so I figured it might cheer you up. And it did. I hadn't seen you smile in a week, and I dunno... I guess it was the way you lit up about something as small as having lunch outside on the ground. That's what made it special to me. Seeing you happy again."

"Aww, babe," Yaz cooed. She leaned in to give her a quick kiss. "I don't think I thanked you enough for that. Having little things to look forward to helped more than I can say."

"I was just glad to be able to do something." A vague hint of sadness crossed Sammy's face for a moment. "I hated seeing you so miserable."

Yaz believed it. She's witnessed firsthand, every time she'd fallen apart over the years, how Sammy would scramble to fix it however she could, sometimes running herself ragged in the process. Her gestures had often been a beacon of light in an otherwise dark time, but Yaz much preferred the way things were now.

"I'm glad we're in a better place," she said. "It's a lot nicer to have picnics just because instead of trying to balance out everything else being the worst."

"I hear ya there."

The spot really was just outside of town, still in full view of the last few buildings, but that didn't make it any less beautiful. It was a lone tree, like the one in the fields behind their ranch where they liked to have picnics at home, but laden with tiny green fruits and, here and there, a smattering of remaining tiny flowers. As the road out of town veered off in a different direction, if one were to settle at the tree and simply look ahead, they would see a relatively peaceful landscape with sparse vegetation growing steadily thicker the farther it went.

"Reminds me of home," Yaz said as Sammy led her beneath the tree. She looked up at the small fruits above their heads. "Are these olives?"

"Yep. Olive tree," Sammy replied, laying their blanket down in the shade. They'd left early so as not to be caught out in the dark, and while it didn't get anywhere close to Texas hot in this region of Italy, Yaz was still grateful for a break from the sun. "Wish we could've seen it a little sooner, though. Bet it was gorgeous at full bloom."

"There are still a few flowers." Yaz sank to her knees beside where Sammy knelt with the picnic basket, reaching out to touch one of the small blooms she'd affixed to it. "I like these ones, though. What are they?"

"Strawflower." In a smooth motion, Sammy plucked one little flower from the basket and gave it to Yaz. "Picked 'em up in town this morning. I talked to some people at the store, and they said it symbolizes love and strength, and sometimes they're called "everlasting" because they stick around so long after they're picked. It felt right for us. Beautiful, strong, and here to stay."

Yaz's face went warm as she turned the flower between two fingers, her other hand instinctively going to her pocket to feel for the ring box. She'd been planning to wait to ask. Have dinner first, pop the question when they were nice and relaxed and feeding each other chocolate like they'd already been married for years.

But she just couldn't hold off anymore. It wouldn't matter, really, if she asked before or after. Not when everything Sammy said was true; they were beautiful, strong, and here to stay.

"Hey," she said, doing her best to keep her voice light and casual. "I have something I want to ask you. Do you mind standing up for a second?"

Sammy's brow furrowed in mild confusion, though she complied all the same. "That wasn't the thing, was it?"

"No." Yaz stood with her, just to give her back the bouquet of roses she'd set down. "These aren't as unique as the ones you got, but you know they symbolize love too. And passion, and desire. I love you, Sammy, and there's nothing I'm more certain of than the fact that I want to be with you forever."

She dropped back down to one knee and reached into her pocket. Sammy, seeming to realize where this was going, let out a soft gasp.

"Whenever I'm with you, I feel like everything's going to be okay." Slowly, gingerly, she removed the box from her pocket and lifted the lid, presenting the ring inside to Sammy. "I feel safe and happy and loved, and I hope every day that you feel the same being with me. I love our life together. I love our ranch and our animals and our farmer's market weekends. When I think about what I want out of life, all of it includes you. I'd be happy just doing chores and making pies with you for the rest of my life. As long as you're there, it's where I want to be."

"Oh, Yaz..." Sammy looked at her through tear-filled eyes, one hand over her mouth and hiding what Yaz hoped was a smile.

"Sammy, will you marry me?"

Sammy began to laugh; a beautiful, joyous sound that rang out across the field. Her tears rolled slowly down her face, lit up with mirth. Yaz found herself smiling wide in spite of her confusion as Sammy reached into her own pocket.

A tiny box appeared. The lid opened. Yaz stared at a shimmering diamond on a gold band.

No fucking way.

"I can't believe-!" Sammy tried, but her laughter stole her breath and silenced her words. Yaz began to laugh with her, taken with the absurdity and sweetness of it all.

Of course they would try to propose to each other on the same day.

"I can!" Yaz chortled.

They laughed for a good long while until, wiping tears from their eyes and taking long, steadying breathes, they composed themselves enough to speak once more.

"I mean, really, how else were we gonna do it?" Sammy asked through her last few giggles. "Nothing goes average with us."

"We are so cute," Yaz declared. She lifted the box once more to give Sammy her ring, but to her surprise, Sammy refused to take it.

"Well, hold on now," she said sternly. "You didn't let me ask you yet."

Yaz piped down and gave her the floor.

"You said everything I was thinking," Sammy began. "No matter what happens, all I want is a life you. You're my whole world, Yasmina. Will you marry me?"

Despite knowing it was coming, Yaz began to tear up again. "Yes."

"Then, yes."

Yaz stood so they could exchange rings. She extended her hand and let Sammy slip the gold band with the clear diamond around her finger, taking a moment to admire it. Simple, but elegant. Exactly the kind of thing she liked. 

She plucked the pink diamond ring from its box and held it out to Sammy. 

"Look at the engraving first," she said. 

Sammy took it and examined the band until she found the single word carved on the inside. 

"Home?" Her face softened, if it were possible to do so any more than she already had. 

"That's what you are to me." Yaz gently guided the ring onto Sammy's finger. "I know distance has been a problem for us before, so I want to promise you right now that I'll never settle for being far away from you. You're my home, Sammy. Where all of my love rests. I won't let anything separate us. If anything tries, I won't rest until I'm home again. I promise, I will always come home to you."

Unable to contain herself, Sammy let out a sound of unbridled joy and threw her arms around Yaz, sweeping the smaller woman off her feet and twirling her around several times. The laughter had returned in full force by the time she set Yaz back down, slightly dizzy but safely held up by her partner's arms. 

"You have no idea how happy you've made me," she managed now that she'd released some of her excitement. 

"I hope it can come close to how happy you make me," Yaz cooed. 

Sammy leaned in and kissed her. A good, long kiss in which neither of them wanted to break away and only did so because eventually they had to breathe. 

"You're my fiancée now," Sammy said, almost reverently, as she pressed their foreheads together. "We're getting married. 

"Yeah," Yaz replied, her grin so wide her face was beginning to hurt. 

"You're gonna be my wife!" Sammy continued, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment in excitement. "I'm gonna be your wife!"

"Yeah," Yaz echoed, and couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again. 

They went on like that for a while, basking in the beauty of this moment and all those to come. Eventually, they remembered they'd brought dinner and settled down on their blanket to eat it, though they kept one arm around each other whenever they didn't have immediate need of both limbs. 

They piled chickpea pasta and fattoush onto the nice dishes Sammy had bought and fed each other their first bites. The fattoush reminded Yaz of dinners at home, with her mother and with Sammy. Though simple, it was one of her favorite staples, and she was grateful Sammy had thought to include it. 

When they finished, they laid back to chat and enjoy the setting sun, sipping grape juice and popping chocolates and strawberries into each other's mouths every so often. They could have stayed out there for several more hours simply cherishing one another's company if not for the growing darkness. 

"I guess we should head back while there's still some light," Sammy said reluctantly.

They packed up slowly so as to prolong their time, but they were making their way back through the town soon enough. Hand-in-hand, rings glimmering beside each other in the dim evening glow, they walked back toward Gia's house. 

"Are you ready to tell the others?" Yaz asked as they reached the front steps. "Because I am if you are."

Sammy grinned and held out her burden, the bouquet of roses, to her. "Mind taking these for a second?"

 Confused, Yaz allowed her to set it on top of the picnic basket in her arms. Sammy then braced one arm behind her back and another behind her legs, sweeping her up into a bridal carry. 

"Sammy!" Yaz cried out in equal parts surprise and delight. 

Sammy somehow managed to get the door open with Yaz in her arms and burst inside, where the others were relaxing in the front room before dinner. 

"SHE'S GONNA BE MY WIFE!" she yelled out with joy before anyone could react. 

There was a beat of silence, then everyone jumped up, screaming and cheering. Yaz couldn't understand most of what they were saying, as they all shouted over one another in their efforts to congratulate the happy couple. What she did hear, however, was Sammy. 

"Can you believe she proposed to me first?" she asked Brooklynn. "After all that planning we did! Funny how things work out."

"Wait," Yaz said, "what do you mean?"

Sammy glanced at her and finally lowered her back to her feet. "Brooklynn's been helping me plan this for months. We bought the ring together."

Yaz blinked at her, disbelieving. "Brooklynn's been helping me all week."

They both looked to Brooklynn, who grinned sheepishly at them.

"You would not believe how funny it was from our perspective," Kenji chimed in. Ben and Darius nodded in agreement. 

"Wait, you ALL knew about both of us?" Yaz exclaimed. 

"I didn't!" Gia replied, genuinely looking about as shocked as Yaz or Sammy. "I only knew about you!"

"Well, we couldn't say anything!" Brooklynn said defensively. "It would've ruined the surprise. Plus, I bet it was super cute when Yaz proposed and Sammy whipped out a second ring."

Fair point, Yaz had to admit. It had been very cute. And she much preferred the way things had turned out as opposed to the idea of being told about Sammy's coming proposal ahead of time. She wouldn't have traded the surprise and joy of that moment for anything. 

"It was perfect," Sammy replied, putting an arm around Yaz. 

"We'll tell you all about it later," Yaz added, because she really wanted some more time alone with her fiancée before she had to answer everyone's questions. "You guys have dinner to eat, and we have a wedding to talk about."

"Gosh, I can't believe it." Sammy pulled Yaz a bit closer to her side as the two of them began to make their way back to Gia's room. They'd clean out the picnic basket later. "We're really planning a wedding."

They didn't get much planning done that night, though. With full bellies and an exciting day behind them, they found themselves growing sleepy the moment they got comfortable on the bed. They mostly just murmured about vague ideas like what flowers they'd like and how it would be nice to have a big reception on the ranch, still in their regular clothes but laying down and snuggling up to each other regardless. 

Sammy fell asleep first, and for once, Yaz's thoughts didn't keep her awake for much longer. She had a lot to consider, but the urgency had left her. She would need Sammy's input on any decisions, anyway. 

It was nothing that couldn't wait until she'd had a good, comfortable rest in her girl's arms. After all, they had the rest of their lives to figure everything out. 

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Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider reblogging or buying the writer a coffee!

Also, this is the final chapter of Where Love Rests, but stay tuned for the sequel!

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hello physically disabled person reading this. it is not your fault that your medical supplies are made from a lot of single use plastic and you can continue using them guilt free. your health comes first. thank you for existing.

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Camp Fam sick headcanons because I enjoy doing this

Sammy

Very used to being taken care of while sick. Growing up, being sick meant the day off from chores, lots of comfort from her family, and a fresh batch of her mom's chicken noodle soup. When she moves out and goes vegetarian, Yaz takes care of her and makes her a nice lentil and veggie soup instead.

Came down with the flu while Yaz was in Wyoming and it was genuinely one of the most depressing weeks of her life. She felt like absolute garbage but was still 100% responsible for taking care of herself and all her animals, and she had no one to even comfort her. Thought about texting Yaz that she was sick in hopes of at least getting some sympathy and well-wishes, but ultimately decided not to.

When they get back from their Biosyn adventures, Sammy immediately gets sick from all the pent-up stress. Yaz takes care of EVERYTHING for her. Every chore, everything that needs to be done for every animal. Then she makes a pot of lentil soup and clears the afternoon to snuggle and relax. Sammy cries with relief.

Likes to rewatch Esther Stone when she's sick because it's just fun and nice and low stress because she already knows all the plot twists.

Can't sleep with a stuffy nose. Takes a lot of hot showers, boils water and breathes the steam, and uses one of those temporary relief inhalers, all so she can breathe easily enough to fall asleep.

Usually bounces back pretty quickly. Most of the time, she's back to her normal self after a couple of days.

Yaz

Especially as a kid, often pushed through illness and insisted exercise was the best medicine. Would only voluntarily skip track if she was coughing, because she accepts that running is bad for respiratory illness, or if she literally couldn't get out of bed. Her mom also wouldn't let her go if she had a fever.

When she accepts that she's down, immediately makes it her mission to speedrun getting better. Gets a TON of sleep, only really wakes up to eat and take medicine.

Sammy must strike a delicate balance between satisfying her instinct to dote and actually letting Yaz rest. She gets some extra blankets to make the bed as comfy as possible, makes her tea, and holds her while she naps.

Appetite goes way down when she doesn't feel well. Sometimes Sammy has to feed her soup, and she only eats it so her girl won't worry.

On the flip side, when she starts feeling better she is RAVENOUS.

Will never, ever live down that time she didn't accept that her illness was that bad and tried to go for a run, only to pass out halfway across the ranch. Sammy came looking for her and LOST HER MIND when she found Yaz laying on the ground. One hospital trip and firm scolding later, Yaz tends to stay in the house when she's under the weather.

Kenji

Not used to getting any attention when he's sick. As a kid, he got medicine and that was about it. His dad was too busy to sit with him, and he didn't like asking any of the house staff to comfort him. He would soothe himself by imagining that his mom made the soup he asked his private chef for and that she was hugging him instead of it just being his arms around himself.

Still a MASSIVE whiner though. "Ughhh my head huuuurts, my hands aaaache, this suuuuucks" all day long, but continues staring at a screen to play videos games despite complaining of headaches.

When he moves in with the Bowmans, he gets a taste of actual care and sympathy for being sick. Darius and Brand do tease him a little for being such a baby, but they still make sure he's okay and hang out with him, and Mrs. Bowman makes sure he's set up with good food and lots of water.

When he moves out to his trailer, he figures he's on his own again, but the next time he gets sick and texts Brooklynn to whine about it, she shows up at his door the next day. He's already feeling better, but the gesture means the absolute world to him.

First starts to feel like he's losing Brooklynn when he tells her he feels sick and she gives the same detached, clinical treatment he always got as a kid. She hands him some medicine and goes out for the day (working on some lead or other). He never tells her how hurt he was by it and he keeps trying to make it work with her for several months after that, but he never really shook the feeling that her care for him had diminished.

Down the line, even if they don't get back together, she still shows up for him more as a friend after realizing how much her absence hurt him. If he's sick, even if she can't go to him physically, she hops on a call to hang out with him and DoorDashes soup to his trailer (and pays a massive tip for making someone deliver so far out of the way).

Ben

Didn't get a sick a whole lot as a kid because of his obsessive sanitizing, but he HAAAAATED it whenever it did happen.

Germaphobe behavior. Constant showering, changing his sheets every day, doing extra laundry because he has a specific comfy shirt he wears when he doesn't feel good "but I can't wear it twice without washing! I got my germs all over it!"

This changes significantly post-Nublar, as his constant need to be clean has changed into a fear of being too clean for a couple of years as part of his fear of reverting back to what he sees as a weaker version of himself. He wears the comfy shirt for as long as he's sick and just washes it at the end. He showers because he wants the hot water to make him comfy. He could not be bothered to change sheets until he feels better.

He actually gets sick less often post-Nublar because all the dirt and grime and exposure strengthened his immune system.

However, it was quite a shock to his immune system in the moment, and he spent a chunk of the time he was alone with Bumpy VERY sick and thinking he was going to die. Because of this, he does still get stressed out when he's sick and often calls Mae or Sammy (whoever has her at the moment) to "put Bumpy on the phone" so he can feel close to the one who made sure he survived that time.

Likes to eat berries when he's sick. They're good for the immune system, and they remind him of Bumpy keeping him alive and helping him learn to take care of himself.

Darius

While he's living at home, especially as a kid, gets snuggles and cuddles and nice warm meals from his mom.

However, everyone in his house has some kind of trauma surrounding their loved ones being sick due to what happened to his dad. A cold won't bother them, but if anyone is genuinely bedridden, or if they don't know exactly what's wrong, everyone in the house is stressing. Darius takes to downplaying his symptoms to avoid this.

Learns to take care of himself for the most part, especially after he moves out. If he REALLY needs help, he calls Ronnie.

Hates doctor's offices and hospitals and only goes if he feels it's absolutely necessary. Even so, he doesn't like to go by himself, but he doesn't want to trigger his mom or Brand by taking them with him. Again, he asks Ronnie for support, or a bit later down the line if he's dating Brooklynn, she goes with him.

Starts letting himself be taken care of a bit more if Brooklynn moves in with him. She's not the best at caretaking, but she does really cheer him up, and canned soup prepared with love is still a nice gesture.

Likes to eat spicy food when he's sick. It clears his sinuses, and he feels that it kickstarts his recovery.

Brooklynn

When she was younger and very much daddy's little girl for both her dads, they would dote on her a lot whenever she didn't feel well, but she eventually got annoyed with the extra attention and didn't like being fussed over. She appreciates them and knows they mean well, but she is a little prone to snapping when she’s sick and irritated.

Being sick is the biggest inconvenience in the world to her as someone who grew up on camera. "Goddammit, I had three videos to film today and I look like SHIT". In the present, she gets pissed if being sick interferes with following up on a lead or anything to do with her work.

Still a workaholic. When she was still making videos, she would dedicate her sick time to editing whatever footage she had or, when in doubt, making an "I'm sick" vlog. Nowadays she spends her sick days organizing leads and evidence, writing about them to keep track of everything (or for her next expose), and rereading everything she's written about her current case to make sure she's not missing anything.

Kenji learned very quickly to leave her the FUCK alone when she's sick. He may like attention and someone to hang out with him, but she wants space and quiet.

Darius does not get this message no matter how many times she tries to give it to him. He's happy to give her space, but not to let her overwork herself when she's already unwell. The only thing he hates more than his loved ones being sick is his loved ones getting sicker because they won't just take a break and rest. He will have full-blown arguments with her that she doesn't fully understand the root cause of until she makes herself so sick one day he has to take her to the hospital, and she realizes how genuinely triggering it is for him to see her in a hospital bed hooked up to IVs, and listening to the heart monitor with this absolute terror that she's going to suddenly flatline like his dad did (even if it's not that bad, he just can't stand it).

After that, she tries to be more understanding and tolerant because she sees where all this concern is coming from. She still wants to work, but she'll put the laptop away instead of powering through a splitting headache, and she'll take a nap so her body can fight her illness better. Anything to avoid forcing him to see her like that again.

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Sammy: Oh my God, did you just break your ankle?!

Yaz: It’s fine. I’ve broken my ankle before.

Sammy, grabbing her face: Babe, please tell me you realize you don’t build up an immunity to broken ankles.

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So, I'm currently working on a Yaz animatic to the song Gilded Lily, and while I'm not sure when that'll be finished, I have a few other ideas and I'm curious as to which should be my next project. No guarantee of anything, but I want to know what people might be interested in.

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Since S4 is the last season of CT I hope they don't waste time reuniting the N6. I'm not expecting them to be reunited at the very end of the first episode but if they're reunited too late in the season there could be a lot of wasted potential character arcs/conflicts.

Yaz and Sammy rebuilding their relationship, the love triangle between Darius, Brooklynn and Kenji, and Brooklynn explaining herself to Kenji and Sammy are character arcs that can easily last the entire season and I'd hate to see them resolved in only one or two episodes.

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Chaos Counter 7

Welcome to my seventh weekly Chaos Counter, where I count down to dates both speculated and confirmed regarding Jurassic World: Chaos Theory. We're starting early today because we got big news yesterday.

13 days (2 weeks) until Jurassic World: Rebirth releases in theaters. For Chaos Theory, this could mean more promos and advertisements once Rebirth has had its time to shine.

35 days (5 weeks) until the start of San Diego Comic Con, where we should hopefully be getting a Chaos Theory panel like last year. Now that season four has been officially announced, I think we stand a pretty good chance of a panel. Some franchises are already starting to announce their attendance, and we knew in late June last year about the season two panel, so hopefully we'll hear something soon. The official panels list goes up about two weeks prior to the con.

154 days (22 weeks) until the OFFICIALLY CONFIRMED release date of Chaos Theory season four, which is November 20. This is significantly later than I expected and breaks the five-month pattern the rest of the series has been operating on, but at least we have a date now.

And, because I use numbers to cope, here's our progress on the waits (not for Rebirth because I don't really have a start date to calculate from; the other two are starting from the day season three released)

We are currently:

68% of the way through the wait for Comic Con (the start date at least, I'll update that when we get a date for the panel)

and

33% of the way through the wait for season four

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Yaz would hate bop its. they drive her nuts. she throws one at the wall and tells it to k!ll itself because she loses after two tries

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The crew starting to respond to the old fear that season three was going to be the last season is hilarious. The first several posts on the tag just feel like Chaos Theory texting a picture of the renewal confirmation and going "I lived bitch"

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Alright strap in folks, 155 days to go (or 22 weeks, or about 5 months). Yes, I counted.

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Season 04.

11/20/25

Be there.

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SEASON FOUR ANNOUNCED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

However it is dropping on November 20 which breaks the pattern and is a solid two months later than anticipated.... sigh.

'Jurassic World: Chaos Theory' Renewed for Season 4 at Netflix; Returning in November 2025

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I don't have a limb difference so obviously grain of salt on anything I say, but something that Brooklynn's VA pointed out about this plot is that Brooklynn was never given the opportunity to really think about whether she wanted a prosthesis which is a personal choice that different individuals will have different feelings about. It's just given to her and she's expected to use it, and Soyona pushes back when Brooklynn wants to take it off for her own comfort.

I think the point is supposed to be less that the prosthesis is bad and more that Soyona making that choice for Brooklynn was bad. She needs to be able to decide for herself.

It might just be me, but Brooklynn’s arc with her prosthetic felt weirdly anti-prosthetic to me.

Like, I get it was given to her by the villain, the one who ordered the hit and is the reason she is disabled in the first place.

But having her be given it and only using it while she’s being morally grey and on the wrong side and then having her toss it when she’s brought back to the good side is jarring, to say the least. Especially when her voice actress literally has/uses a prosthetic.

It's a very complex situation and I guess you could look at it in many ways. I didn't see it as Brooklynn rejecting the idea of prosthetics but rejecting Soyona and the help of a villain once she had the luxury to do that (and a better support system). We'll see in the next season if she gets a new prosthetic, maybe one her friends help her pay for or that a "good" organisation can create for her

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Real excerpt from the Nublar Six group chat like two years from now Yaz: Sammy and I are no longer dating. Ben: OH MY GOD NO???? Kenji: What happened??? Darius: Oh no! I'm sorry! Brooklynn: Holy shit like actually? Are you guys okay? Sammy: YAZ THAT'S A HORRIBLE WAY TO TELL THEM WE GOT ENGAGED!

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Some medias I enjoy are starting to announce their attendance for San Diego Comic Con.

Chaos Theory Comic Con announcement soon please I beg.