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she's yapping to the bartender, who looks about ready to strangle her. " and i just really think she was the one, 'cause when i would smile at her she smiled back ! it was basically out of a novel. and then — " she falters when she sees phoenix & the rip in their stockings. success ! her greatest foe had gotten injured. this historic moment would go down in her diary tonight. " what kind of person would bring bandaids to a new years party ? " she rummages through her bag as she speaks, pulling out a pack of limited edition hello kitty bandaids. " if you take this, you owe me. "

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 + 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.　12welve,  11:30pm.  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗠.　open  for  anyone!  capping  at  5  replies.

❪　🐹　❫　　…　　𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗶𝘀  𝘀𝗼  𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴.  phoenix  is  lucky  no  one  had  witnessed  her  fall,  too  busy  chatting  and  dancing  to  pay  attention  to  whoever  is  coming  up  and  down  the  stairs,  but  now  there  was  a  stinging  graze  on  her  knee  and  more  importantly,  a  rip  in  her  fishnet  stockings!  they  hobble  over  to  the  bar  where  it's  surprisingly  a  little  less  crowded,  turns  to  the  nearest  person  with  a  sheepish  smile.   “  hey,  do  you  happen to have  a  band-aid  on  you?  i  mght've  ...  tripped  down  the  stairs. it's no biggie.  ”

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silence. a blank stare. dark eyes move down to the grapes and then back at the other. " aren't you supposed to go under the table while you do that, or is that something else ? " before harvey can answer, he takes a quick swig of his drink, finishing it off. " none of your business. focus on your grapes. " it was a rum & coke and it was absolutely awful, but he's petty enough to down the whole thing just to be annoying. " what're they for again ? manifesting ? "

⋆ open   starter ⋆ one of the indoor bars

"   would   it   be   fucked   up   if   i   just   neck   all   twelve   of   these   grapes   right   now?   "      the   pink   - haired   racer   pokes   at   the   one   floating   towards   the   top   of   the   flute.      he's   not   even   a   big  champagne   person,      but   a   built   in   snack   was   not   something   harvey   was   just   gonna   pass   on.      he   nods   to   the   others   drink,      brow   furrowed   and   nosy.      "   what'd   you   get?   "

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she does not see that guy over there. tem's pretty sure she might need glasses, the way she's frowning down at the dance floor. blinks once, twice, three times, and then laughs. " wow ! what, um, what a loser. " she still can't see him, but she's not about to tell giselle that. clears her throat, finally tearing her eyes away from the dance floor so she can look . . . at the wall behind giselle. it helps her focus on being super cool when she doesn't look someone pretty in the face. " i don't think i've ever been angry enough to throw a drink at someone. isn't it easier to just beat them up a little ? "

⋆ open   starter ⋆ upper level lounge

"   you   see   that   guy   down   there?   "      giselle   nods   to   the   balcony   overlooking   12welve's   packed   dance   floor   where   a   man   who   looks   like   he   just   got   into   a   wet   tshirt   contest   is   standing   dumbfounded.      "   some   girl   just   threw   her   drink   on   him.      i   think   it   was   his   girlfriend,      but   he's   kinda   ugly   so   i'm   not   sure.  "      she   giggles   as   he   takes   off   into   the   bathroom   and   not   after   the   potential   girlfriend.      there   goes   his   kiss.      "   you   ever   throw   a   drink   on   someone?      gotta say, it's   so   therapeutic.   "

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her cherry coke almost spills & she nearly drops to her knees. a new years party called more for actual drinks, but she'd be damned if she got through this night without one. her glare is deadly — and immediately softens when she realizes it's another prowler. sparky, if she remembers right. ohmygosh ! they would be besties now ! ( nevermind that all willie said was she has a familiar face ). " oh, hi, i'm tem ! " . . . is what she tries to say, but it comes out like oimtem. " i've seen you around ! you're new ! well. new-ish. " she waves a dismissive hand at her own words. she shoves her cherry coke in their face. " y'want some ? "

TIME  :  LATE  NIGHT, WELL INTO THE PARTY. LOCATION  :  12WELVE, NYE PARTY. STATUS  :  ACCEPTING  REPLIES  ! ASSUME CONNECTIONS.

“  wait,  hello  !  ”  perhaps  that  wasn't  the  best  means  of  approach  to  someone  they  had  nearly  pile-driven  in  a  rush - hell bent on showing face at one of the hottest parties in town,  but  they  caught  willie  on  a  particularly  successful  day,  hence  the  chipper  attitude.  their  time  in  miami,  brief,  easily  debunked  that  all  too  specific  sparkle  that  they  continued  to  exude  -  always  the  optimist,  regardless  of  the  emotional  drainage  caused  by  a  service  shift.  “  i've  seen  you  before  —  ”  they  began,  knee-deep  in  recollection  to  even  touch  upon  the  impending  social  anxiety,  that  of  which  crept  upon  her  cheeks  with  a  fruitful  bloom.  “  not  here.  maybe  here,  but,  fuck,  you've  just  got  one  of  those  faces  on  ya',  you  know  ?  not  hittin'  on  you,  or  anythin'. no offense. —  it's  just  botherin'  the  shit  out  of  me that your name's escaped me.  ” 

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i love MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spins and jumps and twirls

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911 Lone Star: Kiddos (5x07)

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GILMORE GIRLS | 3.14 “Swan Song”

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BOTTOMS (2023) dir. Emma Seligman.

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「  ₊  ☆  ﾟ  pavel  naret,  he  /  him,  cis  man  」  INCOMING  TEXT: omg  hv  u  met  DARIUS  CHULANONT  of  the  NARIZA  BOIS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  import  model  n  actually  go  by  TIDES.  the  twenty  seven  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  so  true  tattoo.  allegedly  they’re  frm  orlando,  fl  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  ONE  YEAR.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !

name : darius alexander chulanont nickname (s) : call him dari if u wanna die alias : tides age : twenty7 birthday : september 27th zodiac : libra gender & prns : cis man & he / him orientation : pansexual hometown : orlando, fl height : 5'11 1/2 but i round up so 6'0 hair color : dark brown eye color : dark brown markings / scars : very faded surgery scar on his left ankle body mods : small tattoos scattered throughout his body occupation : being pretty ( unemployed rich kid ) crew : nariza bois education : high school diploma

tw  :  car  accident

imagine living in a beautiful mansion with parents who see you as their miracle child & spoil you to your heart's content. now imagine the horror of that mansion being fifteen minutes away from disney world. this is where early childhood was spent for darius : orlando. or, as he would describe it, the seventh layer of hell.

it wasn't just the tourists. his parents had struggled to have a child, & they struggled with the fact that he was an independent human being after they had him. they knew, at all times, where he was & with who. this was the beginning of the war between him & his parents. it felt, so often, that they disapproved of the things he liked. that they insisted on him being the son they had envisioned, not the son he was.

it comes to a head when they try to force him to go to a college & major of their choosing. he's still not sure why that was the one step too far for him, but it ended with him leaving home & being cut off. moving from central florida to southern florida is, perhaps, not the big fuck you he could have given his parents, but he only had so many funds. he just really wanted to get away from the mouse.

leaving his parents meant being introduced to these things called " struggling " and " getting a job ", but darius had been born lucky, so somehow he gets no problem landing part - time gigs & a decent enough apartment ( cough cough ... he uses family connections ). it gives him time to focus on cars, too. that's how he finds the rodani prowlers and starts racing.

being with his crew felt like being with a proper family. they took care of each other without requirements & didn't impose when he didn't want them to. it was everything to him.

which is why he still can't believe he fucked up so tremendously. crashing outside of a race ? on just some night ? he still thinks it's the most pathetic mistake of his life. he totals the car he was driving in that night, but his survival is much like his conditions for being brought into the world : miraculous. he does fuck up his leg, though. the accident has his parents coming back into his life. their relationship is still rocky, but it's getting better. most importantly, he's no longer cut off.

with enough physical therapy, he returns brand new. almost. a problem quickly arises. darius has no problem being in cars as a passenger, but the moment he's in the driver's seat, he can't function. the panic attacks are constant. he can barely drive himself to a corner store, let alone race. & being around the prowlers starts to cause resentment. it makes him feel like he's let down his family a second time. so, he goes back to orlando to lick his wounds. disney world is still his hellscape.

not for too long, though ! he's returned to miami in the past year, eager to be an import model. it makes him feel useful, & he still really likes cars. but he's switched over to the nariza bois bc he still can't quite look some of his old crew in the eyes & also for maximum angst purposes. hehe <3

INTERVIEW :

describe  your  first  race.  was  it  a  formal  challenge  or  a  traffic  light  chase?  how  did  it  feel?

"  i  thought  i  said  no  driving  questions.  "  he  snaps.  his  glare  is  a  knife,  sharp  and  deadly,  directed  straight  at  the  interviewer.  "  i'm  not  answering  that.  i  don't  race  anymore.  how  does  it  feel  ?  what  a  ridiculous  thing  to  ask.  if  you're  going  to  waste  my  time,  let's  cut  this  short.  "  he  gets  up.  someone  calls  out  tides,  sit  your  ass  back  down  !  and  slowly,  very  slowly,  still  looking  furious,  he  does.

tell  the  story  behind  your  alias.

this  seems  to  make  him  relax.  that  hardened  expression  softens  just  the  tiniest  bit.  "  i  love  being  in  the  water.  i  never  shut  up  about  wanting  to  be  at  the  beach.  and  i  was  the  first  person  to  volunteer  for  a  swimsuit  shoot  with  the  cars.  i  think  i  also  showed  up  with  a  surfboard  once,  but  truth  be  told,  i'm  not  much  for  surfing.  more  of  a  sailor,  personally.  and  florida  beaches  are  gorgeous.  could  you  imagine  living  somewhere  like  new  york  and  having  to  go  to  a  beach  there  ?  "  dull  eyes  spark  with  passion.  he's  very  serious  about  the  beach.  "  i'm  not  sure  why  tides  and  not  waves.  i  guess  tides  sounds  better.  i  suppose  aesthetics  are  important.  after  all,  if  i'm  going  to  be  near  a  car  or  doing  anything  for  the  nariza  bois,  i'm  going  to  insist  on  being  called  tides.  call  it  part  of  the  business  contract.  "

you're  often  seen  around  so  true  tattoo–  what  does  a  typical  visit  look  like  for  you?

"  i  have  a  lot  of  tattoos,  but  they're  pretty  small,  so  it  looks  like  i've  barely  got  any.  "  he  lifts  his  shirt  a  little,  showing  off  one  on  his  side  :  it's  a  dragon  twisting  in  on  itself,  and  it  still  isn't  fully  healed.  "  this  is  the  most  recent  one.  it's  nice  enough.  but  that's  what  i  do  there,  get  tattoos.  or  talk  about  my  next  tattoo.  or  to  scout  out  any  new  artists.  is  there  anything  non  -  tattoo  related  to  do  at  a  tattoo  shop  ?  "  the  glare  is  back.  he's  irritated  once  again.  he  mocks  :  "  what  does  a  typical  visit  look  like  ?  what  other  answer  could  there  possibly  be  ?  can  i  get  a  new  interviewer  ?  "

do  you  ever  have  the  urge  to  swap  positions?

"  no.  i'm  leaving  now.  " 

HCS :

don't  mention  his  past  position  to  him.  it's  a  quick  way  to  pick  a  fight,  and  just  because  he's  no  longer  racing  doesn't  mean  he's  willing  to  lose.

his  cat,  mabel,  is  the  love  of  his  life.  he  has  a  little  backpack  he  brings  her  everywhere  in.  he  also  loves  dogs  &  volunteers  at  a  local  shelter  just  to  be  around  them,  but  can  never  bring  one  home  because  he's  afraid  mabel  will  get  jealous.

he can't rly remember when he started getting an affinity for cars, but his parents wld treat it as a fun lil hobby for him. it was never meant to be smth serious, certainly not street racing. if he's going to do anything unconventional, they're def happier with it being modeling.

his  old  alias  used  to  be  bolt  (  bc  he  was  fast  as  a  bolt  of  lightning  ...   get  it  ?  hehehe  )  &  he  insisted  on  being  given  a  new  one  when  he  started  hanging  around  the  nariza  bois.

his  secret  talent  is  that  he's  an  incredible  cook,  but  he  hates  cooking  for  other  people,  so  whenever  he  has  anyone  over  he  makes  them  microwave  mac  &  cheese  so  that  he  never  gets  asked  to  cook.

WCS :

old crew : specifically some of the ppl he was closest with in the rodani prowlers who are still in the prowlers, but also ppl who switched to the nariza bois before him & got a lot of shit from him for it when he was still a racer.

best friend turned enemy : please please please please please please esp if there's tension please please please please pl

on again off again : they were in a terrible cycle of this nonsense back when he was a racer & now that he's returned, they're back at it. darius likes them ( who else wld u hit up on ur blackberry with a u up ? text after leaving for 2 years if not someone u yearn for ), he's just a lil bit ermmm terrible at expressing feelings.

fellow import models : i like 2 think this grump is attempting to be besties with them.

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「  ₊  ☆  ﾟ  ning  yizhuo,  she / her,  cis  woman  」  INCOMING  TEXT: omg  hv  u  met  TEMPERANCE  '  TEM  '  KUANG  of  the  RODANI  PROWLERS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  street  racer  n  actually  go  by  COLA.  the  twenty  two  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  vogue  videos.  allegedly  they’re  frm  queens,  nyc  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  THREE  YEARS.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  ! 

name : temperance kuang. no middle name. nickname (s) : tem alias : cola age : twenty2 birthday : january 1st zodiac : capricorn #signofevil gender & prns : cis woman & she / her orientation : bisexual hometown : technically born in the otherworldly hellscape tht is buffalo ny, but lived in queens nyc for most of her life height : 5'2 LMFAOOO hair color : currently dyed a verrry dark purple. eye color : dark brown. markings / scars : lil birthmark shaped like a crescent roll on her right shoulder. body mods : ears pierced but that's it because she's scared of needles occupation : employee at vogue videos ( ask her abt kill bill ! ) crew : rodani prowlers education : high school diploma, current uni of miami student ( aerospace engineering )

tw : parental death.

tem is quite sure that she had a mother, once, if only because two people are needed to make a baby. she's never met her mom, though : for her entire life, it's been just her & her dad. because of this, he had a penchant for teaching her independence in his own way. maybe neither of them could cook, but at least they both knew how to fix a leak.

it was tem's father that made her realize her love for cars. he was a mechanic who insisted she start learning to drive with him at 10. he'd teach her the inner workings of the car & the basics that everyone knew, too. would point out cars he liked on the road. & tem, impressionable & adoring her father, would listen. she was the first of her friends to get her license because of him, and he gifted her the first ever car she got.

a few weeks after her 18th birthday, her father died. the last lesson he'd ever teach tem was loneliness. for a year, she worked as hard as she could to save up as much as she could, working on college applications in the meantime. now that her dad was gone, she wanted to leave new york city. she wanted to go somewhere far from all the memories of him. & she wanted somewhere she could drive fast.

loving a challenge & the rush of doing things on a whim, tem moved to miami.

INTERVIEW :

when  did  your  first  realize  you  had  a  passion  for  cars  /  racing?

“  when  i  turned  ten,  my  dad  put  me  behind  the  wheel.  i  know,  i know,  but  relax  !  he  just  wanted  to  teach  me  to  drive.  something  about  not  wanting  to  pay  for  a  driving  instructor.  but  it  was  super  dangerous,  of  course.  i  could  barely  reach  the  brakes  and  he  was  a  little  impatient.  we'd  go  out  every  weekend  and  he'd  tell  me  everything  about  the  car.  he  made  it  sound  so  fascinating,  even  the  little  simple  things.  ”  she  laughs.  there’s  a  lightness  in  the  air,  in  her  eyes  :  love  for  her  father  blooms  clear  on  her  face.  “  he  was  right,  in  the  end.  i  didn’t  need  an  instructor,  and  i  was  the  first  of  my  friends  to  get  my  license.  my  dad  hated  when  i  would  go  fast,  though.  still,  if  it  wasn’t  for  him,  i  wouldn’t  have  ever  realized  how  much  i  liked  being  in  a  car,  the  independence  it  gave  me.  racing  just  came  from  that  naturally.  i  hated  new  york  traffic  because  it  was  constant.  the  city's  more  for  walking  than  driving,  so  i  knew  when  i  was  looking  at  colleges  that  i  wanted  somewhere  i  could  go  fast.  ”

how  do  you  feel  about  the  establishment  of  the  nariza  bois,  particularly  in  relation  to  their  split  from  the  rodani  prowlers?

she  glances  around  like  someone  might  be  listening  in.  “  ‘kay,  so,  listen,  all  of  that  happened  before  i  even  came  on  the  scene,  you  know  ?  i  got  here  in  august,  the  mess  happened  in  march,  that  sort  of  thing.  so  it’s  really  none  of  my  business.  i  just  like  to  go  so  fast  enough  i  make  someone  else  nauseous  and  i  like  to  win.  to  be  honest —  ”  she  shares  a  secret  smile  &  a  wink  with  the  interviewer— “  to  be  honest,  i  don’t  really  care  about  the  rivalry.  but  it’s  fun  to  pretend,  huh  ?  and  call  people  names  ?  plus,  the  history  between  the  prowlers  and  the  bois  makes  races  extra  fun.  they  take  it  so  seriously  !  ”  she  makes  a  sweet  exterior,  but  there’s  scars  on  her  knuckles  from  the  first  time  she  knocked  out  a  rival  racer.  the  beef  she  inherited  is  more  serious  to  her  than  she'd  like  to  admit. 

you're  often  seen  around  vogue  videos–  what  does  a  typical  visit  look  like  for  you?

cheeks  dot  with  red  ;  she’s  unusually  embarrassed  to  answer  the  question.  “  i  work  there  part  time  to  help  pay  for  school.  apparently  i  talk  too  much  about  kill  bill  ?  but  listen,  it’s  a  masterpiece  !  okay,  yes,  tarantino  is  a  loser—  i mean,  have  you  seen  him  try  to  act  in  from  dusk  til  dawn  ?  it’s  a  disgrace—  but  you  have  to  look  beyond  the  director  when  it  comes  to  movies.  they're  group  projects.  i  think  that's  why  directors  are  all  a  little  shady.  'cause  they  know  it's  not  solely  their  project,  and  the  movie  will  live  on  apart  from  them.  and  i  think  it’s  a  great  film.  what’s  so  wrong  about  recommending  it  ?  it's  definitely  a  top  ten  for  me,  and  when  i  say  kill  bill,  of  course  i  mean  volume  one  &  two  together.  separating  them  instead  of  seeing  the  vision  of  it  being  one  giant  movie  that  you  need  to  watch  intentionally  is  wild  !  so,  anyway,  my  personal  favorite  scene  is  when—  ”

do  you  ever  have  the  urge  to  swap  positions?

“absolutely  not.  doesn’t  everyone  wanna  be  a  racer  in  their  hearts  ?  behind  the  wheel  feels  like  home.  behind  the  wheel  is  everything.  i  guess  being  a  mechanic  wouldn’t  be  that  bad.  knowing  a  car  you  worked  on  won  is  an  accomplishment.  and  i'm  studying  engineering,  so  it's  not  like  i'd  be  miserable.  but  driving  the  winning  car  ?  that’s  striking  gold.  anyone  who  says  otherwise  is  either  lying  or  they  can’t  drive,  and  if  you  can’t  drive,  you  shouldn’t  even  be  here.  ”  the  words  come  out  in  a  jumbled  rush  &  take  a  moment  to  register.  she's  spoken  without  thinking  !  quickly,  she  flusters.  “  well,  except  for  the  import  models,  i  guess.  ”

HCS :

tem's  car  is  her  baby.  she  races  to  honor  her  father,  so  it  feels  like  her  car  is  an  extension  of  her  and  any  insult  against  her  car  is  an  insult  towards  her.  it's  pink  &  garish  &  instantly  recognizable  as  hers,  &  she  absolutely  loves  it.  she's  modded  it  heavily  &  is  extremely  picky  about  which  mechanics  are  allowed  to  touch  her  car.  tem  is  notoriously  bad  at  taking  care  of  herself,  but  when  it  comes  to  her  car,  it's  always  spotless  &  without  a  scratch.

her alias is cola bc she loves cherry coke & has one before every race. if she doesn't, she swears she will lose.

overly  knowledgeable  about  three  things  :  movies  (  the  bloodier  the  better  ),  mass  market  paperback  romance  novels  with  shirtless  men  painted  on  the  covers,  and  petty  crime.  if  you  need  something  shoplifted,  she's  your  girl.

is  a  polyglot  !  tem  is  fluent  in  english,  mandarin,  cantonese,  &  spanish.  she  also  knows  a  few  curse  words  in  italian.  she  loves  linguistics  (  have  i  mentioned  she's  a  little  smartass  )  &  the  process  of  learning  about  languages  and  learning  the  languages  themselves. 

WCS :

crushes of the week : tem loves hard & falls out of love just as quickly. she has a new crush every week & every week she's convinced this person is the one. bonus points if u take up whoever she wrote this love letter to.

mentor : someone from the rodani prowlers who took tem in while she was puppy dog-eyeing her way thru the scene. doesn't have to be a racer : just someone who helped her get on her feet & who she still comes to for basic life problems.

mortal enemy : in the same way she loves hard, she hates like nothing else. this person managed to annoy her so much that they've been declared her worst enemy. cld be anything from a rival racer to someone to just likes bothering her at work.

roommate (s) : self explanatory ! the person / ppl tem is living with rn. how they feel about her is up in the air, but in her eyes this is her bestie (s)

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#     DRIFTRZ     :     dependent   for   fasthq   !   penned  by  neve.

TEMPERANCE  '  TEM  '  KUANG  /  COLA   :   intro.

DARIUS  CHULANONT  /  TIDES   :   intro.

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tags 4 darius !

★ DARIUS ‚ musings ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

★ DARIUS ‚ visuals ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

★ DARIUS ‚ answered ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

★ DARIUS ‚ wanted ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

★ DARIUS ‚ thread ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

★ DARIUS ‚ closed ┆ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 !

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tags 4 tem !

♡ TEM ‚ musings ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

♡ TEM ‚ visuals ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

♡ TEM ‚ answered ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

♡ TEM ‚ wanted ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

♡ TEM ‚ thread ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

♡ TEM ‚ closed ┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 !

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TEMPERANCE ' TEM ' KUANG : what's in her car ?

clementine orange peels ... when asked if she plans on throwing them out, she declines ! the reason given ? " they help make marzipan smell fresh. " ( marzipan is the car in question. )

a locket with a picture of her & her father ! except i'm not a good enough editor to do all that so for privacy reasons, the picture has been redacted.

her pink gameboy advance sp ! she would not let us see what she's playing.

oh my, a mass market edition of a romance novel ! this find made her turn a deep red.

a disposable camera decorated with stickers on nearly every inch. tem attempted to take a picture for us, but apparently the camera doesn't work anymore ? oops !

an apple charm bracelet. she told us she has one for every fruit ! we're not quite sure that's possible !

a lollipop. cherry flavor. unopened, unlike the orange peels.

her lucky cherry coke ! according to tem, she has at least three every day. yay ! we think ! we're not her dentists so it's not our problem.

finally : a love letter ! also redacted after tem threatened to take us down one by one if we revealed the contents. but it was very sweet.

@fasthq

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241225 – NINGNING · SUPERNOVA

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"Even if I have normal senses like others, I still can beat a lousy racer like you anyway."

PAVEL NARET PROMPHAOPUN as Babe PIT BABE THE SERIES (2023) ep 1