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Karen Fukuhara in THE CALLISTO PROTOCOL

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one thing about me is I’m gonna go home

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chamel3on· | chameleon

         ᵗʰᶤˢ   ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ   ˡᶤᵏᵉ   ᵗʰᵉ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ   ᵗᵒ   ᵃ   ᵇᵃᵈ   ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ   ᶠˡᶤᶜᵏ   .   a   place   that   at   one   point   in   her   life   once   brought   joy   &   excitement   to   sienna’s   heart   ,   now   brings   an   𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲   &   𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫   bubbling   in   her   belly   as   she   stands   outside   of   stormies   diner   .   cool   ,   damp   ,   &   dark–   the   tired   young   woman   stares   through   the   large   pane   windows   at   the   silhouettes   slowly   filling   their   old   booth   .   god   ,   why   did   she   even   come   ??      a   head   full   of   familiar   brown   curls   answers   that   question   for   her   as   she   realizes   that   dawn   is   already   inside   …   so   there’s   at   least   that   much   of   a   reason   to   go   inside   .   faux   fur   on   her   shoudlers   is   wrapped   tightly   around   petite   frame   as   a   cool   breeze   chills   her   to   the   bone   ,   giving   just   enough   motivation   to   take   the   leap   of   faith   &   push   open   that   front   door   .   

         overhead   bell   dings   ,   brown   almond   shaped   eyes   dart   around   the   dreary   memory   of   her   past–      ʷʰᵉʳᵉ   ᵗʰᵉ   ʰᵉˡˡ   ᶤˢ   ᵐᵃʳˡᵃ      ??      nadina   ,   isaac   …   &   dawn   .   well   ,   at   least   there’s   one   bright   side   to   being   here   ,   already   .   hopefully   gabe   shows   up   …   &   maybe   has   some   stuff   she   could   buy   off   him   ,   too   .   the   sight   of   the   𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞   𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳   +   𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲   𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥   𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡   on   the   table   ,   along   with   all   their   other   favorite   slushies   ,   is   more   than   a   bit   unnerving   .   ❝      sounds   like   a   marla   thing   to   do   …   call   us   all   over   ,   right   away–   then   not   even   show   up   .   ❞   jacket   shrugged   off   &   hung   on   the   old   coat   rack   ,   the   squeak   of   her   sneakers   on   the   old   50’s   style   tile   ,   light   reflecting   off   of   each   sequin   on   her   top   as   she   makes   her   way   over   to   the   very   last   booth   .   ❝      ˡᵒᶰᵍ   ᵗᶤᵐᵉ   ᶰᵒ   ˢᵉᵉ      ..   ❞

        Lateness  was  Gabe’s  specialty  –  especially  when  he  didn’t  want  to  do  something.  The  only  thing  that  brought  him  out  of  his  food  coma  was  not  wanting  to  let  the  other’s  down.  The  message  from  Marla  gave  him  the  worst  dry  mouth  he’d  ever  had,  and  that  was  saying  something.  “Fuck  –“  This  shit  was  downright  creepy.  It  reminded  him  of  a  horror  flick  from  the  early  00s;  mysterious  messages  and  a  whacked-out  jukebox.  Something  that  made  a  place  that  once  felt  like  home  –  seem  oddly  foreign.    

        Gabe’s  gut  told  him  to  return  to  the  safety  of  his  room,  but  then  he  saw  them.  It  was  too  late  to  turn  back  now.  “Hello,  hello!”  He  tried  to  be  cheerful,  even  though  his  skin  was  crawling.  Whatever  the  hell  was  going  on  –  it  was  killing  his  buzz.  When  the  bell  dinged,  he  jumped.  But  he  tried  to  laugh  it  off  and  smile.  He  could  tell  the  others  were  on  edge,  something  he  wished  to  assuage  at  least  a  little  bit.  Eyebrow  raised  at  the  slushies.  “Are  those  are  preferred  slushie?”  More  laughter  in  a  most  likely  vain  attempt  at  thwarting  the  exceptionally  bad  vibes.  Even  if,  for  the  first  time,  a  razzberry  slushie  seemed  ominous.  “Wow  –  she  is  really  on  her  shit.  Kind  of  funny  to  think  of  Marla  filling  up  all  these  Slushies.”

        From  what  the  others  said  –  it  seemed  the  guest  of  honor  had  yet  to  make  an  appearance.  That  suited  Gabe  just  fine;  he  didn’t  really  want  to  see  her.  The  same  couldn’t  be  said  about  Sienna  –  who  he  did  miss.  “It’s  like  –  nice  to  see  you  guys  at  least.  But  really,  this  shit  is  whack.  F’real.”

            it   was   odd   ,   too   say   the   very   least   ,   too   have   marla   preston   of   🇦·🇳·🇾·🇧·🇴·🇩·🇾·   to   text   not   one   of   them   ,   but   the   whole   group   all   at   once--   especially   considering   her   reason   for   such   being   to   get   them   all   back   together   at   their   old   spot   ,   but   with   no   other   explination   .   now   ,   while   they   were   brimming   with   excitement   to   see   the   old   faces   they   had   spent   the   formative   years   of   their   life   with   (   especially   marla   herself   )   ,   akiko   was   equally   as   unsure   &   uneasy   about   the   out   of   nowhere   desire   to   get   the   old   band   back   together   .   it   had   been   𝚜𝚒𝚡   𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐   𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜   since   the   entire   slush   club   had   gather   at   stormies   ,   &   the   outside   of   the   diner   is   just   a   time   capsule   waiting   to   be   cracked   open   as   they   stand   outside   ,   astrid   at   their   side   with   a   wide   smile   as   the   two   share   an   awkward   ,   anxious   chuckle   .   

it's   crazy   to   be   back   here   ;   seeing   the   familiar   ,   ghost   like   apparitions   of   their   childhoods   filling   their   old   booth   as   akiko   takes   the   other's   hand   with   a   ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ   sϙᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ   ,   free   hand   pushing   the   door   open   to   trigger   that   all   to   familiar   ding   of   the   bell   ;   instantly   wanting   to   disappear   as   the   groups   attention   shifts   towards   the   indication   that   yet   another   member   had   arrived   .   releasing   astrids   hand   ,   akiko   gives   a   small   smile   &   a   wave   .   

hey   ,   long   time   no   see   .        

    there's   a   break   in   their   hand   motions   ,   gaze   darting   around   the   old   shoppe   to   see   if   they   can   spot   the   one   who   invited   them   all   in   the   first   place--   eyebrows   knit   together   in   an   obvious   sign   of   confusion   when   they   don't   spot   her   .   where's   marla   ?   is   signed   in   obvious   confusion   as   well   .   eyes   land   on   the   table   ,   they   can't   help   but   smmile   ;   it's   everyone's   favortite   slushie   ...   even   their   own   ;   sat   perfectly   in   ..   their   old   seat--   right   next   too   marla's   ,   against   the   inner   wall   .   something   about   it   brings   nostalgia   ...   &   a   sinister   feeling   in   their   stomach   as   they   slide   over   in   front   of   the   sour   cherry   slush   .

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It was always me. What do you mean? I blamed the V for making me a monster but…that’s not true.

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KAREN FUKUHARA as KIMIKO MIYASHIRO in THE BOYS (2019- )

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💗 claudia kishi 💗

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MOMONA TAMADA via instagram

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❝ don’t you know how much i care about you? ❞ ( recl6se )

＊―      🄳🄰🅃🄰   🄸🄽🄲🄾🄼🄸🄽🄶   :   don't   starters   .   [   accepting   ]

                                 concerned   words   spoken   ᴀʟᴏᴜᴅ   ,   an   extremely   intimate   moment   between   two   normally   silent   individuals   ,   there's   no   missing   the   emotion   &   worry   in   astrid's   voice   &   words   as   akiko   finds   themselves   across   from   the   truest   friend   (   &         love   )   they   had   ever   known   ;   despite   it   taking   them   as   long   as   it   may   have   to   realize   these   feelings   upon   being   shrunken   into   the   enormously   oversized   black   pullover   they've   adorned   on   this   chilly   september's   night   .      fingers   fidget   𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢   with   the   rim   of   the   cup   they   hold   ,   the   steam   still   rising   up   off   of   the   brown   liquid   after   astrid   so   graciously   offered   akiko   a   cup   of   tea   to   warm   them   up   ,   ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ   for   some   sort   of   comfort   after   what   had   just   unfolded   on   video   before   them   .   they   only   linger   on   the   others   question   for   a   few   moments   more   before   answering      ❝      i   ...   i   know      you   care--   &   i   care   about   you   ....   so   ,   so   much      .   i   just   ..   i'm   so   freaked   out   right   now--   ❞

delivered      from   :   astrid   bingley   ,   @reclu6e         .

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Send "I’m in love with you." to see how my muse reacts.

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ᴀʀᴇ   ʏᴏᴜ   ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ   ᴛᴏ   ᴘʟᴀʏ   ﹐   ᴀᴋɪᴋᴏ   ?

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“don’t” starters

❝ don’t do it. ❞

❝ don’t do this. ❞

❝ don’t look. ❞

❝ don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t laugh. ❞

❝ don’t leave. please. ❞

❝ don’t be like that. ❞

❝ don’t bother. ❞

❝ don’t eat that. ❞

❝ don’t risk it. ❞

❝ don’t look at me. ❞

❝ don’t give up your day job. ❞

❝ don’t tell me what to do. ❞

❝ don’t even think about it. ❞

❝ don’t think too hard about it. ❞

❝ don’t you want me? ❞

❝ don’t give me that shit. ❞

❝ don’t procrastinate. ❞

❝ don’t worry about it! ❞

❝ don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! ❞

❝ don’t be so hard on yourself. ❞

❝ don’t jump to conclusions here. ❞

❝ don’t play the victim. ❞

❝ don’t just sit there! do something! ❞

❝ don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything. ❞

❝ don’t make me tell you again. ❞

❝ don’t hold your breath. ❞

❝ don’t be a menace. ❞

❝ don’t let them get to you. ❞

❝ don’t stoop to their level. ❞

❝ don’t get your hopes up. ❞

❝ don’t like it? leave.  ❞

❝ don’t hold back. let it out. ❞

❝ don’t mention it! ❞

❝ don’t fuck with me. ❞

❝ don’t you know how much i care about you? ❞

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#that’s it #that’s the show

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