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we love milwmas!!!!! -- mothers id like to write more about

in light of my newfound energy to write and create, please enjoy my short updates about these wonderful ladies xx 

- felicia romero - mags’ mom. still kickin ass in the fbi. continues to send mags outfits to break her out of her comfort zone. would love to see mags go blonde again tbh.

- lisanna harlin - elisa’s mom. there has never been a day where she didnt kick ass. that being said, she’s getting tired of suburban mom book clubs.

- tani guinto - rizo and mari’s mom. she’s chillin. does not have to prove anything to anybody. all u need to know is she graduated gallagher w top honors and was a v proficient cia operative before retiring. we love her.

- michelle leung - drew, emily, and ryan’s mom. very supportive of drew n clem. not very supportive of drew’s decision to take teddy with him to the other side of the country after finding a job. we still love her tho, she means the best. 

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title: a mags-nificent summer

character: mags romero

author’s notes: i just missed writing and i missed mags! i love mags. i realized while i was creating her character that i needed to be smart to show off her smartness so i just tend to focus on her emotions. she has a lot of em. anyway, this is a four-parter. five, if i’m not lazy. based off of this thing i made that i later realized i didn’t like as much as i did rip :/ 

June 2021.

On an old, faux-maple table that the Romeros had procured from an estate sale a few blocks over, Mags began to write away. Somewhat mindlessly, but her best sessions came from when she was feeling her lowest. So off she wrote!

About her school year. About people she loved, and people she might end up loving. Even people she’d think she could end up loving if the circumstances were right. It went down like a list: her parents, her grandparents, her cousin Nikki, then the people she had met at Gallagher. And that one was a table all on its’ own. There was Ria, there was Willow, Val, Sunny, Ruby…

“Mom, can I just help you put some dishes out or something?”

“No, honey. Just sit. Take a rest. You must be exhausted.” And the young girl looked up to her mother, Felicia, giving her a sly wink as the older woman moved around the kitchen to take care of this and that. Wafting through the air was the smell of fried lumpia, being pushed around by a sunny afternoon in Washington D.C. The family had opted to keep the windows open, heat emanating from the food frying, the rice cooking on the counter, and the warmth in Magdalena’s cheeks as she thought about the night before.

Being an only child can suck sometimes. Mags knows that her parents know that as a young woman of her age, attending college quite a distance away from them, away from their protectiveness...it was only normal to go to parties and drink.

And Beyonce’ was there, so if you asked Mags, there was no regret whatsoever. Even if she was as exhausted as her mother says she is.

“You know, your Lola had called me up this morning.” Miguel Romero had started to put the last of the lumpia on a bowl, ready to be served, as he went on. “She said she’ll be flying to the Philippines for two months. There’s some..family stuff that needs to be looked over.”

Felicia raised a brow, “Well, that’s the first I’ve heard of that. What kind of family stuff, my love?”

The older man shrugged. “It’s nothing too important. Well, that’s not true. Just..real estate. Some land that may or may not belong to us. Who knows? That’s the whole reason she needs to be there. And hey--” He set the bowl down on the table. “Maybe some of it does belong to our family and we’re lucky and we can say that we own land back there. And when I say ‘we’, I really mean my mom. But part of the family’s properties nonetheless.”

Mags could only nod, still scribbling away as she mentally notes to add some doodles and pictures to her journal pages after their late lunch was over. “I sure hope it’s ours. Otherwise, Lola would be wasting a trip. Also, at her age, I don’t think flying would be ideal. Especially flying commercial and cheap. It’s scary!” Cue the interesting times she had running from one terminal to another for her flights to the Berlin internship. “People can be rude too. Flying is not for the weak.”

“Mags, your grandmother is just pushing eighty. And your cousin Nikki is going with her, seeing as she has all those points saved up. I’m sure they’re as comfortable as they can be.” Miguel reassured her before taking his seat and sighing. “Of course, I would’ve loved to come. But there’s work to be done here. Your mom and I have a case that we need to tend to.”

Her ears perked up at that. She theorizes that the more time she spent at Gallagher, the more nosy she became. Though maybe she could class up the terminology just a bit. Nosy could be called observant. And easy as it came, she could put that down on her curriculum vitae and call it a day. “A case?”

Felicia sent her daughter a smile. Part comforting, part .. mystery, if you asked Mags. There were ways her mother could smile at her and she wouldn’t really know how to feel. “Nothing too big. But it is tedious, so we can’t spend as much time with you as we’d like, honey.”

Miguel grunted. “Part of me wishes I was retired so we could at least enjoy you during the summer. I mean, you might keep chugging along after you graduate from Gallagher and we wouldn’t even have spent a single month with you.” Though the older man knew that it is what it is; him and Felicia had things they needed to do while Mags could pretty much go wherever. Their only comfort was that, in the midst of all this, Mags could experience a normal life.

One without near-fatal home invasions, people her age being poisoned and having their lives cut short, or fellow students dying from organizations that hunted people like her down. That last one was a doozy; Felicia had broken some oaths in telling him that one. A necessity and just plain common sense, as the two were married and would continue to be for the rest of their lives. Felicia tells Miguel, Miguel tells Felicia, and sometimes Mags would be told things. Sometimes. That’s how it worked.

Before he could pick up a piece of food, Miguel eyed his wife as she sat down. Felicia responded by giving him a puzzled look; Mags being none the wiser as she finished up the paragraph she had been writing. Miguel gave one knowing grunt and gestured towards their daughter.

As the realization dawned upon her, Felicia cleared her throat and waited until Mags had her journal closed before she spoke. “Honey, since we can’t spend time with you this summer, your dad and I were thinking that you could..stay over at your grandma’s farm.”

Mags blinked before taking a glance at her parents. One on each side of her, with her brain only running through multiple possible responses before uttering a single: “Huh?”

“To be fair, there are still some keepers left at the farm. You know, there’s the people that tend to the lands and the cattle, and the house. Just .. I – W-we, don’t really know of any other place that we feel you’d be safe in. Your mom and I know each and every one of your Lola’s farm keepers. They’re like family as well.”

“Well..--” “And before you ask, no, my side of the family..no. I mean, you’ve met them and they’re nice, but ..I just don’t want you wrapped up in what they’ve got going on. It’s..too much. Your uncle is trying to run for mayor in their little town and I just don’t want you within their circle. Politics can be very dangerous.”

Mags looked down at her journal, closed up and buckled. Worn over by the many times she’s opened it up to write, dropped it down in a hurry to get to her next class, thrown it down on floor of the science labs every time she got frustrated (to her mentor’s displeasure, she was sure), and the sleepless nights she’d studied for one or more tests. The droplets of tears that adorned both the cover and several paragraph-riddled pages as she thought of the worst when it came to her grades, to her friends, to the rejections she’d experienced, both professionally and personally.

Even through two whole years at Gallagher and the many times she’d picked up her head from the toilet after a night of drunken fun at one of Gallagher’s many events, Mags still felt like she did years ago. She was good, she followed the rules, and she could count the amount of tension-filled confrontations she’s had with one hand.

And maybe part of her was delusional, but it was her summer before her third year. Her first year at Gallagher after Laura Sutton had resigned, for better or for worse.

She could envision herself at her dorm window, looking down at the incoming class of first years and wonder where the last two years had went. Because she could swear it was just yesterday that she was arranging her plants by her dorm’s window, thinking about the many ways her first years could end. And how none of it lived up to what actually happened.

“Mags?” Her mother urged, a hand reached out to grasp her shoulder. “What do you think?”

She tapped her fingers on her journal’s buckle and gave a small smile. “I guess I could do months on my own at Lola’s farm. Could be a good experience for me.”

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resurrecting this account to post blurbs about these little shits bc i realized i cant post it anywhere else besides like idk twitter? anyway mark my words ill post more this year!!!!!!!!

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FROM:  rizalinoguin @ gmail . com

TO: cole.h.conner @ gmail . com    (  @coleconnerhq  )

SUBJECT: As Snoop Dogg said, Greetings Loved Ones

Hey man, how’s it going?

Sorry I haven’t been emailing. Things took a weird turn in the last few weeks. But then it got good. Then a little weird, but mostly good. I have a new job! Which brings me to my next point...

[insert sneakily taken picture of a brown-haired girl and a blonde-haired boy with a noticeable height difference walking down the academy’s hallways]

[insert screenshot of olivia rodrigo’s deja vu lyrics]

That’s just a commentary about the inevitable journey to aging. And also, those two students are flunking Intro to Encryption. A shame, really. I should hold a session or two. Not everyone can be proteges like us, the cool dudes.

Anyway, hope you’re doing great! Staying cool or whatever. Miss you! - R

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A SIMPLE FAVOR (2018) ━ dir. Paul Feig

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a deep, downcast sigh. “i tripped in front of the new headmistress. which i get that it’s not that big of a deal but i would’ve loved to have given a better first impression.” she had been thinking about it for half her summer, in-between the daily farm chores and the various hijinks she found herself in with the townspeople in her hometown. she jutted out her bottom lip and gave sunny a faux-pained look, “i swear i was more graceful on the farm last summer. speaking of, wanna see some pictures? i’ve got so much. like two boxes worth of prints.” and maybe half of them was of her summer lover, but she’ll get to that point later! -- @hqgalpal​

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“honestly, you were the first person i thought of when i was thinking of this because out of all the people i know, i just feel like you’d understand. like --”  a pause. tongue clicking, unsure of how to even word the conflict she’s been keeping in her head for who knows how long. but kass was a familiar face, a comfortable presence. if she couldn’t ask kass, who else could she ask that would give her an answer that would make sense?  “so, when i graduate.. i know that there’s like two paths i could take. and either of them, there’s a chance that i could be under my parents? and, like, wouldn’t that bring up..nepotism? and i know your mom is not gonna be headmistress anymore but ..how do you even deal with that...that pressure?”  cue the sip of her juice, distressed at how fast she’d consumed the sweet stuff.  --  (  @gallagherisms​  )

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ofmodus​:

Clement could feel his entire body relax and a loving smile form on his lips. Drew’s words were so genuine and it made his heart skip a beat. It always did whenever the other man spoke to him. It had always been that way ever since they first met. It was beautiful now that he knew it was reciprocated. But back then when everything was uncertain, he couldn’t deny how scary it had been. Cupping his boyfriends face into the palm of his hands, Clem sighed softly. “My job is nothing more than a job. You are so much more”

he’d kept a lot of things, mostly happiness, from himself for the longest time. called it penance or just some strange, roundabout way that he wanted to give back to the universe. it was a strange manifestation of guilt and grief that drew’s had to come to terms with for years, leaving him with a lull sensation to things that can and does give him joy. it had only been recently, sprung on by his final year at gallagher when a lot of things didn’t go right did drew finally take the plunge and claim his happiness. he hums, eyes closing for a bit before opening them back up and staring into clem’s own. “let’s give ourselves these years to work while we can. then let’s find a really good place to retire in.”

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oofmochi​:

“ right !? and, like, we kick ass with our legs ! ” cori’s voice will raise in agreement, believing it makes her point more important. and it’s kind of unfair to everyone for cori to HIDE her legs when she has such great ones.  “ oooooooh, elisa ! i didn’t even think of that. ” though now she is, and she wonders if she’s the student in question because, again, she has great legs. “ though, wouldn’t you say seducing your seduction professor is, like, the best thing you could do academically ? ”  

“ that sounds like a paradox. the seduction professor is, still, a professor. they give you grades. “  as if emphasizing the word could imbue it with some divine value; a nerd by heart.  “ i feel like there’s an ethics committee that would lose their mind by this whole thing. beyond the fact that there’s a seduction class, that is. “  by now, the indignance had passed her by and her nosiness kicked in; a typical gallagher day.  “ who do you think it is? do you thiink they’d have to drop the class? “

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oofmochi​:

“ to say how obsessed you are with food, i’m a bit surprised you missed your mouth to be honest. ” jae says in jest before he leans a little across to her, inspecting. “ unless you’re not elisa and just some kind of impostor… ”

“ ..that’s not an among us reference, right? “  she blinks , feeling her cheeks burn up a little before backing up a bit to make space between their faces.  “ you know , other people would say that having crumbs means you like your food a lot. which the real elisa , meaning me , would do. “ 

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oofmochi​:

eyes widen, figure frozen as she suddenly realises she’s CAUGHT. “ uh, i mean, also a bit cold… tired, hungry … hiiiighhhh. ” the last one coming out accidentally, elongated as she realises before she laughs. “ thanks for asking. ” chris can feel her cheeks warm in embarrassment, but she’s amused too. “ not the registrar but a registar. ” she regrets it as soon as it’s said. “ sorry.  thanks so much. i’ll follow. ”

amused , honey lets out a small laugh . after an intense summer , she was glad to have some kind of amusement for the school year.  “ hiiigh is right. aren’t you lucky you got me here instead of headmistress whatsherface? “  not one to be afraid of any authoritative figure , honey eyes the older woman’s office with disdain and suspicion .  they’ll always be a big sutt stan , if they were being honest .  “ cute pun , i approve . anyway , come on . “  they said as they started to walk down a hallway , an arm extended as an invitation to link arms . “ do you at least remember what floor ? “

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oofmochi​:

“ just because it rhymes doesn’t mean it’s true. ” though if he doesn’t share does that mean he doesn’t care ? he does care for rizo so now he’s suddenly perplexed. “ but fine, just don’t break it. or blow anything up. or at least nothing of mine. ” 

“ i have a gentle touch. it is safe with me, amigo. “  he’d pat luc on the back but he had gloves on so he just nods to him. “ au contraire, i believe the idiom isn’t just popular for the rhyme. i’ve been hearing that since i was like, four. then again, i am a twin, so .. i am expected to share things. “  rizo observes the item. “ what do you call this again? “

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oofmochi​:

“ uh . . i meant smoke it with me but . . if you wanna science it up, i’m down. ” seb laughs. “ as long as i can still smoke it after, i don’t mind. ”

“ i’ll give it back, don’t worry! “  mags fidgets; smoking has never been something she’d done before. also just something she’d always felt neutral about. even now.  “ where did you find this new strain anyway? if you don’t mind me asking? “

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A LOOK INTO … mags’ diary !

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andrew leung . . gallagher (and beyond) 

           it’ll be years later. his eyes slowly drift open and he hears clem’s soft breathing next to him, the ceiling of their shared space greeting down at him for another day at a job that he doesn’t hate (which is more than enough at this point). soft but hurried thumping that should’ve put him on edge only has him curious and he peers over to the door, where teddy peeks in to ask what was for breakfast and that, yeah, he doesn’t know where his homework went so he needs help stat.

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