#jenn chou ql

[sometimesraven]

This is also Jenn and Ian. To me.

[sagetheenbymage]

💜Jenn Chou Moodboard for @mason-is-my-spouce💜

(Photos found on Pinterest.)

[im-just-a-silly-lil-guy]

yknow this paper dragons going around on tiktok

i made some designs based of QL characters!

srry for the low quality image

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

character pride icons pt 41: misc. tv/movies (again again!) pt. 2

canon queer characters

jim jimenez (our flag means death) - non-binary | ken (barbie) - asexual | mabel mora (only murders in the building) - bisexual

paul monroe (the walking dead) + aaron (twd) - gay | ian wright (quantum leap) - non-binary

queer headcanons

jenn chou (ql) - lesbian | ben song (ql) - bigender

allan (barbie) - non-binary | tom "iceman" kazansky (top gun) - gay | callie "halo" basset (tg) - lesbian

daryl dixon (twd) - transgender + gay

feel free to use these for any non-commercial purpose, as long as proper credit is given!

if you'd like to see a different combination of character + flag, my ask box is always open for requests

[sometimesraven]

I have it on good authority, by the way, that Jenn Chou is tiny.

I'm like 5'4 and I met Mason and they're barely an inch or two taller than me

Obviously I could just look it up and find out that Nanrisa Lee is only 5'3" but it's funnier finding out this way because Mason looks SO TALL on Quantum Leap but they are not they're just surrounded by tiny people and/or in heels

this is Jenn pass it on

[sometimesraven]

Perfect

Whumptober No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” Safety Net | Swooning |

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV Character: Ian Wright Whumpee: Ian Wright

Mental illness isn't pretty, and sometimes the thing that sparks a spiral seems completely unrelated to the spiral itself -- Jenn knows this. Sometimes supporting your friends means a patience, forgiveness, and knowing when to walk away.

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Doors locked. Windows locked? No, windows open. Stinks in here. Adjust the rug. Adjust it again. Adjust it again. Why? Something bad. What? Something. Do it again.

Ian huffed to themself, sweeping dust out of the rug for the sixth time that day, ready to be vaccuumed again. Was that a stray hair settling on the table? Hm. They made a mental note to spray and clean it again, chiding themself for letting the place get this dirty. They'd just have to work harder whenever they got back from Quantum Leap. Sleep be damned.

"You know the place is fine, right?" Jenn was here. Right. They'd forgotten she had a key, and now she was stomping all over the rug they just cleaned and eating chips near the couch and putting an empty can on the table.

"Are you stupid?" The words snapped from behind clenched teeth before Ian could stop themself, snatching the can up and throwing it unceremoneously into the trash. Jenn rolled her eyes at them, smart enough to at least fold over her chip packet and shove it back in her pocket, but then dusted her hands off on their jeans, which led to another bout of rug-sweeping.

"What? I was gonna throw it away in a minute."

"The place is not fine," Ian snapped, ignoring her defence entirely, "it's gross and you're not helping."

"Oooh-kay." Jenn rolled her eyes again, flopping down onto the couch with a huff. "Lemme know when you're done with whatever this is."

Of course she didn't understand. She never understood when it was important; nobody did. A wave of deep, crushing loneliness squeezed at Ian's chest and settled like poison on their tongue -- she couldn't understand how important this was. They were alone with it, as always. Worse still, they couldn't even begin to describe the mess of directions in their head when everything they felt just mixed and soured into rage: she's mocking you. Wants you to fall apart. If you listen to her she'll ruin you. "Just because you can live in that nasty-ass apartment doesn't mean we all have to live to that standard, okay?"

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Jenn was offended now. The vague judgement that seemed to permanently live in her eyes was narrowed into hurt and somehow the guilt only made them more mad.

"It means stop sitting there like you're trying to ruin my life and help me or get out!"

Jenn winced at the tone of their voice. She hated being yelled at, especially by Ian. She hated being told to leave. Ian knew all this, but they continued scrubbing the table as if the state of the glass was directly responsible for this entire situation, while their stomach clenched and their chest pounded just leave just leave, I don't want to hurt you any more.

But then she was gone. A door slammed and a cry tore from their throat. Don't leave! I need you!

When did they end up on the floor? Why was the world swimming-- when did Jenn come back? Why were her arms around them, guiding them to the couch, they should be mad they should be screaming at them, they were imperfect.

They couldn't bring Ben back.

"I'm so scared," they whispered, Jenn's shirt already damp from their tears.

"I know," she sighed, petting their hair in soothing circles.

"I screwed everything up..." Great, they were full on ugly-sobbing. Jenn was gonna have to change her shirt and Ian was going to be all puffy for days.

"It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

[sometimesraven]

Wyrm

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: Jenn Chou

Summary:

in which "would you still love me if i were a worm" is answered through tears of the kingdom because ian is a dork

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(contains ToTK spoilers)

Work had been rough. It quickly became part of Ian and Jenn's routine to spend some time relaxing once per week, especially since finding out the literal apocalypse was a very real possibility. They'd invited the rest of the core Quantum Leap team a few times but apparently their tolerance for socialising with the same four people they saw all week at work began and ended with Housewives.

Ian and Jenn didn't have many other friends, however, and Jenn was more than happy to just sit and watch Ian play video games all day as long as she could spend some time not thinking about the end of the world.

It was on one of these lazy Sunday afternoons that Jenn put down her phone, leaned slowly against Ian's shoulder, then abandoned that idea entirely in favour of resting her head in their lap, gazing up at them with heavy-lidded eyes. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Ian blinked, glancing down briefly from their game to quirk a brow at their friend. "Really?"

"What?"

"Turtle, how high are you?"

Jenn snorted, squirming at the nickname, "Shut up. Answer the question."

Ian looked back up at their game, seeming to contemplate it for a while. "...What kind of worm?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe. What if you were like a tapeworm or something?"

"Are you saying you don't want me to live in your intestines?" Jenn pouted in mock-offense, sitting back up to lean on Ian's shoulder again.

"You wouldn't enjoy it," they said, somehow managing to keep an entirely straight face. "Too much anxiety in there already; you hate living cramped."

"Okay, well... what about like, just an earthworm or something?"

"Sure, if you don't eat my flowers."

Jenn gave them a playful slap, trying to brush off the anxiety that grew unbidden in her chest. It had been a playful hypothetical, but apparently her broken-ass brain had other plans, "You are a flower."

Ian glanced down at her again, their expression softening and their brow pinching as if they could sense the shift in her mood. Slowly, they rested down their Switch controller so they could give her their full attention. “You can eat me, that’s fine.”

“Ugh, be serious,” she laughed, torn between annoyance at how quickly her mood could drop and amusement at how stupid the circumstances were.  “You’re asking me to consider you turning into a word and you want me serious?” Ian’s chuckle rumbled their chest and vibrated to her cheek as they paused to think again, then picked up their controller once more. “Let me show you something.”

Jenn rolled her eyes, but shifted to pay attention regardless. Honestly she hadn’t cared too much to notice what was going on until now — her only interest in most of Ian’s games was that Ian themself was so into them. Right now the game of choice was one of the new Zelda games, and the most she was getting out of it was some nice bright scenery to chill her out in tandem with some really good weed.

Ian’s little twink guy was wearing an open back dress, because of course that’s what they put him in. Jenn watched them run him through some fields, then leap into the sky with some weird rocket thing they’d built out of nowhere. So far she had no idea what the point of this was, but Jenn trusted Ian to get to the point eventually.

They came to rest on the snout of a… dragon? Jenn was pretty sure that was a dragon. It looked like a giant, glowing sky w-..

”A sky worm,” she realised blankly, amused by the topical imagery but unsure how it related to her.

”Wyrm with a ‘y’, yeah.” Jenn sat up straight as they continued to play, watching as they pulled out some kind of flower and nestled it amongst about a dozen others in the dragon’s mane. "Her favourite," they explained, their voice softer still as if they were lowering it for the dragon's sake. "I bring one every time I visit."

Jenn couldn't help but smile, enraptured by how easily her friend became immersed in these games. This right here was why she always came over to watch them; seeing the bittersweet joy twinking in their eyes was enough to almost make her forget what she was talking about. "'Her'?"

Ian nodded, "Without spoiling too much, this dragon used to be a-.. well-loved character."

Realisation dawned, then, and Jenn felt tears prickling her eyes at how sweet what Ian was doing in this game truly was. "And the character was your friend?"

Another nod, "Sometimes, when-.. when things are a lot. I come to this spot on her snout and just-.. tell her everything." Ian looked down at Jenn again, letting their game continue to drift through the sky on this dragon Ian had befriended. Wrapping an arm around her, they offered Jenn an adoring smile. "You're my best friend, Jenn. Nothing will ever change that."

"What if something does?" she sighed, nuzzling into their cuddle, "What if Ben changes something, or future us?"

Jenn could feel the weight of the sigh that lifted Ian's chest, but they squeezed her a little tighter. "I like to think we'll find each other again. Even if we're totally different people."

That settled something in her chest, at least. The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the comforting sounds of the game still running on-screen. Jenn watched the dragon glide for a while longer, transfixed by the glowing flowers Ian had decorated her hair with, and hummed thoughtfully. "She's kinda pretty."

"Yeah," Ian agreed, the teasing edge returning to their voice, "Little too femme to be you, honestly. If anyone's turning into a wyrm it's me."

"I'll be sure to bring you flowers."

[sometimesraven]

I love leaving my interpretation of Jiann so ambiguous

Do I think platonic intimacy is extremely important? Yes absolutely

Do I think they could be romantic? Also yes

Do I think it matters? Not at all, to them personally nor to their characters

Do I think they both individually agonise over it sometimes? Yes, they’re both gay disasters

But like. Ultimately I don’t care to label it specifically. Not just for myself but for the people reading and interpreting however they like.

And not just because of that, but because whatever it is, whatever arbitrary word we use to describe it, Ian and Jenn are so in love and that’s all that matters

They could get married to other people and it wouldn’t matter

They could get married to each other and it still wouldn’t matter

They love and they are in love and they are happy

[sometimesraven]

@febuwhump Day 7 - Alternate Timeline Self

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: 3rd Person Whumpee: Jenn Chou (and also Ian Wright a lil)

Summary: Sometimes she dreams of another life. Another time. It almost feels real.

Warnings: canon character death (she got better tho), unreality

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What is it they usually say, before you die? Any regrets?

It wasn't her life that flashed before her eyes. Or, she guessed it was. Just not the way it's usually described. This wasn't just her life, it was the people in it. People she was leaving behind, people she hadn't spent enough time with. Stupid things she'd said that suddenly didn't matter any more. Her parents, her dad... She almost found herself wanting to forgive him one last time. To make up for all those lost years. She wanted to hug her mom, tell her she was sorry for all the stress. She wanted to see her team again. Her family. She was going to die alone with a dozen guns pointed at her and she couldn't even hug them one last time.

Ian -- god, Ian. She could hear them somewhere in the distance, begging for her. Begging to hear her; to know she was okay. She wanted to reach out to them, to tell them she was sorry, that they were everything good in the world but she couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The painful tightness in her chest had nothing to do with the bullet lodged in it.

Oddly enough, there was no pain like she thought there might be. She knew it was there, kind of, but it was as distant as Ian's voice. It was more like drifting on a tide, floating endlessly down the calmest of streams, not quite sleeping but not quite awake. Slowly all sound faded, all regrets emptied from her mind until she was just drifting, with one very clear, very calm thought replacing the rest: she was about to die.

The accelerator was locked down. She did what she came to do.

This sacrifice would be worth it.

It had to be worth it.

Jenn woke in a cold sweat, the ghost of Ian's voice still ringing in her ears. Tears were still staining her cheeks, dampening her pillow, and waking up didn't stop them. This was all wrong. She wasn't a stranger to recurring dreams but this felt... different.

[Text to: Kitten] u alive?

[Text from: Kitten] already omw xxx

Great. Of course Ian was having a shitty night too. How the hell was she supposed to explain that she was dreaming about her own death when they probably had a gazillion real life problems to deal with?

By the time Ian let themself in she was pacing the living room in her underwear, mind running circles around what any of this might mean. Ian didn't seem as distraught as they might usually be, at least, their bright eyes sweeping over Jenn's state with the tiniest pinch of their brow before they made their way over, grasping Jenn lightly by her shoulders just to stop her pacing.

"Has something happened?" they asked, more concern in their voice than Jenn had heard in a long time, "What's going on?"

Jenn sighed deeply, leaning in automatically to rest her head against their shoulder and allowing them to wrap their arms around her; firm and grounding. "I don't know. It's weird, I keep having these dreams..."

"Dreams?" Ian echoed too quickly. Jenn lifted her head again to look at them, taking in at long last the darkness under their eyes and the tear burns reddening the outside corners.

"You too?" she realised, brushing a dishevelled blonde curl behind their ear and hovering there, her hand resting tenderly on their cheek. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I-I'm here for you," they insisted. Ian's dark eyes met hers for a long moment, and Jenn could practically see the thoughts swirling there; glittering constellations that only grew sharper as tears began to well up there. They sharply looked away, a muscle ticking in their jaw. "Don't worry about me."

"No, Ian..." Jenn frowned deeply, her heart breaking all over again at the sight of her best friend so torn up. She thought they were beyond hiding stuff from each other -- what could be so bad they didn't want to talk about it? She guided them to the couch, pouring a glass of water and pressing it to their shaking hands. "What's going on?"

"It's-.. It's nothing." Ian brushed off, sniffling softly between sips of water. "Stupid, really. I just... keep getting this dream that-.. that you died."

"No way..." Jenn froze midway through draping a blanket over Ian's shoulders, breathing away the sudden panic that gripped her chest even as she moved to throw on a robe, suddenly feeling exposed. "This dream uh... I get shot?"

Ian's gaze snapped to hers, following her as she came to sit beside them, "How... how did you know?"

"Call it a hunch," she sighed, throwing an arm around them and cradling them close. "We're locking down Quantum Leap. Against... Jeffrey Nally, for some reason?"

Ian nods, their frown growing deeper but the tears quickly drying as heartache gave way to confusion, "We're on a call, and you-.. you sacrifice yourself. For us."

Nope, there were the tears again. Jenn bit down on her lip to hold back her own, squeezing them tightly as they broke down entirely. Her mind wouldn't let her be, the sound of their tears only mixing with the memory of their screaming in her dream until she was clinging almost tightly enough to bruise, burying her face in their hair like she might disappear into them. "I heard you," she breathed, her voice rough and shaking with emotion, "While I died. I heard you-- God, Ian-.. I'm so sorry."

"I don't understand," they sniffled, voice so small and muffled against her chest that she had to strain to hear them, "How are we having the same dream, why-.. why does it feel so real?"

There was the question she'd been avoiding. Honestly, Jenn had a hunch since the very first time she even had the dream, but admitting it to herself was hard enough, let alone out loud and to Ian of all people. 

"I think I know," she admitted reluctantly, finally pulling away to give Ian some air, taking their water and putting it aside so she could hold their hands. "You remember the Jarrett leap? The day we used Hannah's code?"

Jenn could practically see the pieces fitting together in record time, realisation dawning in her friend's eyes -- alongside the same uneasy implications she felt herself. "Addison mentioned another timeline. She was-.. so shocked to see you alive."

"I thought she was crazy," Jenn laughed humourlessly, "But did we ever actually look back at the footage from the imaging chamber that day? 'Cause somehow I don't think it'll make much sense to us in hindsight."

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking... Then the footage won't tell us anything." Ian shook their head, their thumbs ghosting Jenn's knuckles absently as they thought. "Jenn, if we changed something big enough to trigger a paradox, it'll be like nothing ever happened. Because it didn't, in this timeline. The only people who might be able to tell us what happened is..."

"Ben and Addison." Jenn nodded, "But if it didn't happen, how come we're dreaming about it?"

"Echoes, maybe," Ian theorised, "The quantum bubble couldn't protect us from the butterfly effect entirely but-.. maybe there's still pieces of our alternate selves floating around inside it. Important changes; strong emotions."

"Like the whole thing was a dream."

An uneasy silence settled between them, both staring down at their interlinked hands; unable to face the possibility that it might be true. If these dreams were the memory of some dark timeline they'd lived through -- or. Didn't, in Jenn's case -- somehow the thought that they'd managed to avert it, to rewrite it all... it didn't make them feel any better.

"Jenn, you-.." Ian's voice was choked up again, their hands tightening on hers for a moment. "If we're right, then... You died for us."

"Yeah." Despite the aching in her chest; the ghost of her dream finally beginning to ease off... Jenn smiled. One hand freed itself from Ian's deathgrip, tilting their chin to look at her. "And as much as I never, ever wanna hear you cry like that, I-.. I'd do it again. Any day."

Ian gave a teary laugh, leaning in until their foreheads were touching, "You'd better not."

"To save my family? To save you?" Jenn closed her eyes, basking in the comfort of their presence for a while, "You just try and stop me."

[sometimesraven]

Jenn chou for the blorbi bingo??

Blorbo Bingo

jenn chou my beloved

[sometimesraven]

making karaoke night playlists for characters exactly 5 (five) people still maybe care about at a stretch is something that can be so personal

[sometimesraven]

do we reckon Ian has a collection of Jenn's shirts that she's left at their place or let them borrow or they've stolen from her

and vice versa

how long before they entirely swapped wardrobes by accident

[sometimesraven]

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A year ago yesterday, Quantum Leap (reboot) aired its final episode. I said back then that I will never forget how important this show was and I meant it. In celebration, have this rough and rushed painting of the team (and Janis!) back together after they absolutely got both Ben and Addison back and everything is okay 😭 To every beautiful person involved in this fandom: thank you, also, for being such a lovely little community amidst the modern fandom environs.

[sometimesraven]

@febuwhump Day 9, Alt. 5 - Die A Hero

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: 3rd Person Whumpee: Ian Wright (and also Jenn Chou a lil)

Summary: Ian knows Jenn is alive. Ian also knows Jenn died to make that possible. Reconciling those two things is proving a problem.

Warnings: canon character death (she got better tho), grief/mourning, eulogies

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How do you even begin to mourn someone who isn't dead? Ian was pretty sure they were perfecting it, right now.

It wasn't like it wasn't a normal, documented, completely possible thing to do. Jenn herself told them over and over that her intrusive thoughts could feel so real that she was completely convinced they were dead some nights. But this... this was different. It did happen. It just... didn't. 

How we’re they even going to begin to explain this one to their therapist?

The grief came in waves, usually after having yet another dream about hearing her get shot. Ian would wake in floods of tears, scramble for their keys and make a beeline for Jenn’s apartment; cling to her like she’d disappear if they even thought about letting go. Jenn would always go quiet, just hold them tighter, and Ian knew she was thinking about it too.

The helplessness was the worst part. The helplessness of listening in their dream as she was shot, not knowing how slowly she might have died, not even able to hold her hand as she drifted away. The helplessness of knowing their friend had died to save them all but having no real memory of it besides a few bad dreams. The helplessness of knowing she hadn’t died and nobody would ever know she did that for them, besides the only two people who weren’t there to witness just how brave she’d been.

Addison and Ben couldn't even help. They were the only people who had the right to feel this grief and they were too swept up in their dual-leaping journey to stop and dwell on it for more than a minute. Magic might be having the dreams too, but how could Ian even begin to talk to him about it? To tell him those dreams were true; make him go through the same thing they were feeling just to make themself feel better?

They tried everything to make the feeling go away. Algorithms to predict the likelihood of it happening again. Checking and triple-checking  Jeffrey Nally’s background just in case something didn’t add up. A few times Jenn had to stop them from shutting down the quantum chip Nally had made for them, convinced it was bugged or spiked with a virus or something. Nothing ever eased the helplessness. The need to gather everyone close and keep them in their sight so they wouldn’t fade away.

It was Jenn who had the idea to give her “other self” a send-off. Some kind of closure. Ian stood with her on the roof of their apartment complex, sharing a blanket as they watched their candles flicker on the tiny “grave” Ian had made out of a bunch of smooth rocks they had collected years ago.

”Wanna say any words?” Jenn hummed, unable to keep a glimmer of amusement out of her voice. The thought of giving herself a funeral while she was standing here in the flesh was admittedly ridiculous, but if it helped them both move on, then ridiculous was perfect.

”Oh! Uh…” Ian fumbled for a moment, looking for the letter they’d hastily scribbled up the night before and holding the paper in shaking hands. They weren’t sure if they were nervous to be reading this all in front of Jenn herself or just cold from standing on the roof in the middle of the night, but they cleared their throat and read it all anyway.  “People believe all sorts of things about death. All kinds of afterlives and— and stories we tell ourselves to make the idea of nothingness more palatable. I used to think I liked the idea of nothing, but… I don’t know. I’ve seen so much since I last thought about it. Maybe when we die we just pass the torch to another version of us in some other timeline.” 

They took a deep breath, avoiding Jenn’s gaze even as she squeezed their shoulder slightly in support. “You did that, Jenn. You died without knowing if your sacrifice would be worth it. Without a hand to hold. Without hesitation. And maybe— maybe the version of me you did it for died too. Maybe we all did, in that other life. All I know is that we’re all still here because of you. All of us are alive; even you. I just hope—“

Ian’s voice cracked, every breath hitched and trembling as tears prickled at the corners of their eyes, “I hope every version of you knows how important you are. I hope you died knowing how loved you are. I hope there wasn’t a single second where you doubted how much we care-..”

Unbidden sobs drowned out their voice, stray tears dampening the page as they sunk to the ground, staring at the burning candle with their knees to their chest. Jenn didn’t follow them, but they felt the full weight of the blanket as she let them take it, staying silent for now.

”Nobody will ever know what you did for us. I don’t think even you know, because I don’t think you ever believed in you as much as we do. A-as much as I do. And I’m so, so sorry that I let you down, Jenn. I’m so sorry any version of you in any timeline could die without hearing all of this. You’re family. More than that, better than that. You’re my hero.”

It was only as they finished speaking that Ian registered the muffled sound of a sob above them. Jenn was crying uncontrollably, her hand ineffectively over her mouth as tears poured freely down her face. The moment Ian looked at her she was on her knees beside them, pulling them into a tight, encompassing hug as they both sobbed in earnest.

”Th-this is so stupid,” she managed, a watery laugh vibrating against Ian’s neck, “I h-hate you so much…”

Ian could only match her laugh, the paper in their hand crumpling as they shifted position to cling to her properly, only pulling back once their legs started to cramp. They were both smiling, and Ian dropped their letter entirely in favour of cupping Jenn’s face, brushing away some of her tears with their thumb only for more to immediately take their place. “I mean it. Every word. I will never forget what you did for us, Jenn. I’m sure Ben and Addi won’t either.”

”I didn’t do anything,” she complained, lifting a hand to cling to Ian’s, holding them there like she never wanted them to let go, “Technically.”

”Even if you technically didn’t, I don’t-.. I don’t think it matters. That alternate timeline proved how far you’d go for us, and that— that’s not a small thing either, Jenn.” 

Ian could see fresh tears welling in her eyes, her face growing impossibly soft for a moment before she plastered a playful smile back on, shoving them lightly in the chest, “Whatever. Let’s get this over with before one of us freezes to death up here.”

”Aw, but we’ve already got a ready-made grave!” Ian giggled as she elbowed them, both getting to their feet again and moving to the edge of the roof.

Since they had no ashes to scatter, Ian had opted for biodegradable confetti. Because obviously. They watched the tiny flecks of colour cascade over the city below, occasionally catching the light of a sign or window and seeming to glitter just slightly while they fell. Ian rested their head on Jenn’s shoulder as they watched it fall, feeling the comforting weight as she tilted her head to meet theirs, her arm around their shoulders again. 

The silence up here whispered peace to the wind as it carried the memory of other-Jenn to the skies. Ian could feel a weight lift from their chest to join it, lighter than they had been in weeks. And in the rooftop nook, illuminated by the slowly fading light of their candles, the stone heart they’d made held the weight of her sacrifice, inscribed with loving hands (and pink sharpie):

Jenn Chu(cursed timeline)gone from time, never from memory

died a hero

[sometimesraven]

Neither Ian nor Jenn actually know how to dress themselves.

When Magic said they all had to start dressing smart-casual for work now the program was progressing, they both went to Zara and picked out the first outfit pre-made on a dummy that they kinda liked

In fact most of their outfits come straight from shop mannequins

Ian’s much better at dressing themself these days and helps Jenn pick stuff out too, but the habit stuck

[sometimesraven]

Hello I am here to tell you why you should also be shipping Ian & Jenn