#90 t.v.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

British news report on Black Metal

[completeandrandomshit]

Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman Season 6 Episode 22:

Colleen: Grandma was never happy about you marrying Sully, was she?

Me: Was she happy? You should know the answer you were there!

hashtag: it could be that she was a child and oblivious to everything.

[bmwkmx1]

X-men Cartoon Pilot - Pryde of the X-men

[createdbytragedy]

HERE FOR YOU, WITH YOU

⋆｡°✩Pairing: Lee Minho x reader ⋆｡°✩Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt with comfort ⋆｡°✩Warning(s): mentions of trauma, very brief but use of words like alcohol, blood, not proofread

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were little, I would've iced the bruises on your back."

"What's wrong with you?" Minho asked, you looked at him surprised. Nothing was wrong with you. Why would he ask that?

"Nothing's wrong with me, Why would you ask that?" you asked back, looking into his unblinking eyes. He was studying your features like a detective trying to solve a mystery and it made you somewhat nervous.

"You look like you're in pain," he stated, piercing into your eyes. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling on your chest and muster up a smile.

"Babe, what are you -" "No"

"What do you mean 'no'? I haven't even said anything yet!" you protested. Minho approached you from his seat to sit with you on the couch, where you were curled up with a blanket and some popcorns, watching 90's movies.

"You are not giving me any of your 'I'm fine, just tired' excuses, today," and before you knew it, the T.V was shut down, your blanket was snatched from you and you had Minho standing in front of you with a look you can't explain, " Tell me about yourself tonight, love. it's so unfair that we laugh together and you cry alone."

Everything was happening so quick. The rapid beating of your heart didn't help either. Your palm felt sweaty as Minho's words register inside your mind. You didn't know if you were ready to share everything with him yet. The past haunts you. It scare you. It broke you. And Minho just wanted to mend those cuts.

You tear your gaze away from him and looked straight ahead, your mind overflowing with horrible flashbacks and memories. Cuts and bruises. Blood and alcohol. You see everything you feared. Everything that broke the light within you.

Minho noticed this all. He always have. From the start. He knew there was something darker behind those shimmering gold eyes of yours. He knew you had a secret nobody cared to pry out, and he wanted to be the first one to hear it. He knew he'd love you even after hearing all the terrible things you did. He knew he'd love you even if your eyes no longer shined and sparkle the way it used to. He knew he'd love you until his last breath. Until every star of the universe died.

"Minho......... why now?" your voice sounded raw and timid, something it had never sound before. It didn't sound like the fake cheery tone you always greet everyone with. And he liked it.

"If not now, then when, love?" he repeats, looking into your eyes. Pleadingly. Desperately. Like trying to convince you that he is, in fact, trustworthy and capable of your love ,"I know you're suffering. But, don't do it alone. Let me help you. Share it with me."

"Its in the past, Min"

"Not if it still haunts you. " the silence that followed this time felt tensed and heavy, unlike the usual silence between you two. Minho took your hand and gently rubbed circles in them," you don't have to if you don't want to but I just wanted to let you know, I'm here. Whether you need me or not, and up until the last star of the universe dies, I'll be here. Right by your side."

His comforting words soothes your heart, and you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You trusted Minho. You really do. You trusted him more than yourself, in fact, you didn't know if you trusted yourself. He has been nothing but comforting and warm to you. And he loved you. That you can see in the way he holds you at night, in the way he shows his vulnerable side to you, the way he kisses you. You could feel his love in every breath of his and maybe, just maybe, you were willing to let him take care of you.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know"

Minho kissed your forehead in return, whispering, "trust me, you don't know how much I do."

You let out a sigh. Tonight, you were opening a jar you have kept away for too long. And you're scared the sharp edges might cut you again. But, this time Minho would be there to tend the wound. You knew he would. How could you forget when he reminds you everyday?

"Go ahead, baby, tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyways," this time, you looked eyes with him. And you see nothing but love and adoration.

"It was my fault." you started. Minho didn't know what you meant but he knew it wasn't your fault. It never was yet you still blamed yourself and clean up someone else's mess.

He shifted in his seat and made you stand up. You looked at him confused until he open up his arms and invite you to sit on his lap," its your favorite seat, right?"

You couldn't help but smile as you settled into his lap, his arms around you and feeling safe and secure. He other hand stroked your head, soothingly playing with your hair as you told him about your biggest fears in the dim light of the night.

You told him about the household you grew up in. The heartbreak you went through. The depression that took over you. That night, you spilled your deepest secrets to Minho. Letting the words slip with no second thought. And you couldn't help yourself when he promised to love you despite all these. and you knew he wasn't lying by the way he looked at you. His eyes turning teary at your words, his fingers resting against yours would gently rub his thumb on your knuckles, calming him down. And when you were done and tears flowed from your eyes, he lets you. Rubbing your back soothingly as he whispered sweet nothings to you. But somehow, the tears felt so final for you. You felt lighter. Like a weight off your shoulder. It felt like the tears you were shedding carried the pain to be never experienced again. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when you were little," he tells you, cupping your face and wiping away tears with his thumb," I would've iced the bruises on your back," And somehow, his acceptance made you more emotional, knowing that he still liked you even after all this shit. "shh.. that's enough now, baby, don't cry,he cooed, smiling at you softly. You hiccuped, grabbing onto his shirt tightly like you were scared he was gonna leave. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? i'm right here," "I'm--I'm sorry," you sniffed, wiping your tears, "i'm a mess," Minho frowned at that, making you look at him, "You're not. Even if you are, you're my mess and I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work," "Not to me," he smiled," not if its you," And something about the way he said that, it made your tears stop. When he looked at you like there was something in you worth looking at, you can't help but fall into his embrace, craving in to the desire of wanting to be taken care of for once. You rested your head against his chest and he stroked your hair, letting you listen to his heartbeat. You stayed like that for a while, calming down and listening to his breathing. Neither of you said a word, the silence loud enough that you wanted to be taken care of and Minho will gladly take up that work. "Minho?" you whispered. "Hm?" "thank you. For everything" He kissed your head, "Shh...go to sleep. I'll fight off the bad dreams when they come,"

[classycookiexo]

THIS

Murray was just as much into fashion like Cher, Dionne and Christian as well as a rich kid. He just mostly wore urban and street outfits which many 90s hiphop and R&B artists (mainly black public figures in the music scene ex. Aaliyah and Jodeci) at the time were sporting but many can clock his outfits to see that he was obviously wearing plenty name brands along with his homeboy and they wore designer as well as tasteful pieces throughout the whole t.v series

[unaturalhistory]

My 90's selection! :

Treponem Pal – Excess & Overdrive

OOMPH! – Unrein

Neurosis – Times Of Grace

Ministry – ΚΕΦΑΛΗΞΘ

Skinny Puppy – The Process

Tool – Ænima

Fear Factory – Demanufacture

Godflesh – Songs Of Love And Hate

The Young Gods – T.V. Sky

KMFDM – Nihil

[sunyot]

Must See T.V. Moments - Xmen '97 2024

Being just a boy In 1997, I learned the Saturday Morning Cartoon rules. They stated that you had to wake up early or you missed your favorite shows. Think of a world without the internet where you could view funny or exciting clips. During this time, you had to be in charge of your own continued entertainment. In the absence of social media, it felt powerful whenever I got to watch my favorite show as it aired live.

I loved X-men. Thr cartoon became my first introduction to the characters, holding my attention in extraordinary ways. Like most, when they announced X-Men '97, I had some excitement. I also had skepticism. Like many of you, I'd been burned before. Thankfully this time hit different.

I'm going to say very little about the events of the show. I want to keep Sunyot as Spoiler free as possible unless stated otherwise. I want you to watch it. If you're anything like me, and remember the original, I want you to feel the nostalgia. While watching X-men '97, I'm transported back in time. I'm sitting in my old house, on the floor, carpet between my toes. I'm staring up at our old fuzzy T.V. sucked into the action and the drama and the madness of their stories. These days, I find it hard to watch old clips because they made me sad.

Sometimes I come across nostalgic videos from the 90's and I end up longing for times when I laughed more; when all I used to worry about was if my baseball game would get rained out. Being so busy makes me feel like I'll never capture those old feelings in adulthood. Despite how hard creators may try, it's tough to make a grown man feel like a kid again. X-Men '97 on the other hand, surprisingly, wonderfully, did exactly that.

I'll keep the details of the series to myself. Let's just say that I ended the second episode with my jaw on the floor, and my feelings in tangles. While watching this continuation, I found myself sitting on the floor of my old livingroom, carpet between my toes, staring up at our old fuzzy television in disbelief. Even now, I'm in disbelief. I haven't felt this free in a long time.

So far, X-Men '97 is the real deal.

Cryston

[letmeridethatstaff]

The Truman and (Y/N) Show

Chapter 3: 97.2 ST

Word Count: ~1.2 K

Do not repost with out my permission nor translate and repost. This is a parody of The Truman Show.

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of religion, also * means there is a note about it in the end notes, toxic mother in law, fear of life being a show, not editing because it do be midnight

~~~

The scene opens to (Y/N) driving Truman to work.

Radio Announcer: And it’s another beautiful day in paradise folks, but don’t forget to buckle up out there in radio land! [MALFUNCTION] Remem-

105.7 Channel 1

Radio: Good driver- good- good- good

90.7

94.1 ST

“What the hell?” Truman starts fiddling with the radio.

“Wait for the cue. Wait for the cue. Stand by for countdown. Stand by-“ the t.v. screen shows tv static as it is hit by Truman. “Hun- wait you might break it!”

“Eh it’ll be fine!” Truman starts using his foot to wack the radio in hopes of fixing it.

“Their heading West on Stewart.”

Finally a channel!

“Stand by all extras. They’ll be on you in about 90 seconds.”

Odd must be one of those channels that tells a story. She’s listened to a few mostly it’s a radio show reenacting the Christian Bible*.

“Props, make sure the coffee’s hot. Okay they’re making the turn into Lancaster Square.”

Now that caught their attention. Both of them looked at each other. Distracted: she swerves out of the way from hitting a woman.

“Oh my god! She almost hit her! Something’s wrong. Change frequencies!” All of a sudden a loud high pitched frequency fills the car. Everyone around them stops for a brief second and then continues on as if nothing happened.

Radio Announcer: Ouch. Sorry about that folks I guess we picked up a police frequency or something.

“Or something.” (Y/N) parks the car and takes deep breathes while Truman looks around.

“It sometimes happens, and it can drive you crazy! Okay, it’s Classical Clive back in here and we’ve still got some great music up ahead, but hey don’t forget to buckle up. Remember safety. A good driver is a safe driver. A safe driver is what? Yes -“ the radio announcer chuckles before Truman shut off the radio.

“Are you okay?” Truman turns towards her.

“Yeah yeah- I’ll be fi-“ (Y/N) stops herself when she notices a newspaper headline: CRACKDOWN ON HOMELESS: Seahaven Island City Fathers say “Enough is Enough!” Officials Respond to Public Outery Over Nagging Problems

Those words- the same excuse Truman’s mom stated. They got out of the car with Truman following her. They reached the stand and Truman saw the same paper- realizing the same thing. Both in awe and shock.

“L-let’s get you to work.” (Y/N) grasped Truman’s hand and walked with him. When they reached his work place they kissed goodbye.

Truman reached the revolving door, but for some reason Truman just kept spinning in circles. He walked out towards her, “Trust me?”

“Without question.” He walked with her a bit before deciding he needed to tie her already tied shoes. They walked further to a little picnic area where they people watched. Then abruptly Truman walked into traffic- “Truman!” The bus slammed on its breaks and so did the other cars. Truman started running towards her and grabbed her hand- “You know I hate running!” She yelled.

“You know I love you!” He then stopped abruptly and ran in the opposite direction towards another building. One they never went into nor needed too.

Truman calmed himself as (Y/N) did too when they entered. When going to the elevators they weren’t able to reach it in time and the door slammed shut. A lady next to them stood at another elevator. Security at that point walked up to them, “Can we help you two?”

“I-we have an appointment with Gable Enterp-“ Truman started to say, (Y/N) was shell shocked as the doors opened to reveal not an elevator but about 5 people sitting, reading what looked like a script, and eating. Truman finally saw it too once the walls-doors?- started closing. “What the heck was that?!” Truman demanded. The guards grabbed both of them- “Hey!”

“Nothing. It was nothing.” A guard stated. “You’ve gotta go ma’am and sir. We’re remodeling.”

“No you're not! What are those people doing back there!” Truman started to fight against the guard's grip.

“It’s none of your business!” The guard holding (Y/N) became too tight and she yelped from the pain- “Hey! Get your hands off my wife!”

“If you don’t tell us what’s happening, we’ll report you!” (Y/N) was starting to fight back now after the audacity of the guard’s hard grip. Finally they were tossed out of the building. Truman hit a man with his briefcase on the way out- no reaction- no “Hey quit it!” from the man- not one person looked at them. No one was reacting.

~

After a rush home and taking refugee. They went to the one place they thought they would be alone, safe, their spot.

“Maybe we’re being set up for something. Do you ever feel like our whole lives have been building up to something?” Truman and (Y/N) were sitting on a sandy dune in front of the ocean. She couldn’t answer- she knew it was- but if she admitted it, then that would make it real. A terrifying reality.

“The sunsets perfect…” she said quietly. Truman realized why she hadn’t answered him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Leaning her head against his shoulder. “I’ve heard stories from Marlon about how perfect the sunset is…is because of the big guy** in the sky, with a great paintbrush- did you know that.”

“Yeah,” Truman told her dejectedly. “Between us…we should go away for a while.”

“Fiji?”

“Fiji.” She looks at Truman. Nodding in agreement. Sharing a kiss they head home.

~

An unexpected knock was at the door. (Y/N)’s nerves were high so Truman answered for them.

“Oh, mother! How unexpected of you!” Mother!?

Damn Angela and her unexpected visits.

~

Someway, somehow they had pulled up Truman’s baby photo album.

“Oh little angel!” His mother cooed. She of course sat right next to Truman with (Y/N) on the other side of him. Thank goodness she didn’t sit in between them like last time. After looking through multiple albums and multiple photos- “Mother don’t you think we should be getting you home?”

“Oh! Hold on a minute. Here’s us at Mount Rushmore! When your father was still alive. Such a long drive- Truman you slept the whole way there!”

“It seems so small.” Truman peered closer at the photo.

“Things always do when you look back, darling.” She quickly flipped the page, and picked up their photo album. “Oh look at you two! Didn’t she look amazing Truman!”

“Still does!” He exclaimed.

“A-and you know there’s still room for baby photos~!” She cooed to them. “At some point in time I would like to hold a grandchild in my arms Truman, before I go.” She started to wipe away “tears” from her eyes. Manipulative bi-.

“Angela we really should be getting you home!” (Y/N) pipped up.

“I’ll walk her out!” Everyone starts to get up-

(Y/N) whispers, “especially if you want a grandchild…”

“What was that dear?” Angela turned towards her.

“Oh nothing, just babbling!” Angela tutted at her.

“Oh you!” Angela quipped as Truman started escorting his mom out the door. (Y/N) started flipping through the albums. The ones she brought to their home were one of her favorites. The albums consisted of her mom, sister, and dad. Flipping through, page by page- she stops- flips back- her mom holding her as a newborn with her fingers crossed.

What the fu-

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[completeandrandomshit]

Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman Season 1 Episode 6:

Ethan: I don’t know how to write or read. 

Me How come it be the dudes who can’t read or write yet they the ones running things.

hashtag: somebody make it make sense other than telling me that that’s the way it was back then.

[stuck-in1999]

90’s T.V Guides 📺

[studywgabi]

Summer S.A.D.

Hooray! Summer.

Oh, fuck me, not again.

Jesus fucking Christ. Why can't summer be something you only have to get over with once in your life? Seems like more than enough.

I mean, why should the classes be accelerated, why should they be any different than the rest of the year? It's not as if I'm needed at home to help with the fucking harvest. And fucking daylight savings. God. Fuck.

It's far, far too hot. Torns mi brien too soop.

Two summers ago, I stopped with the fucking hazmat suit wardrobe in 90 degree weather. Since then, it's been all thin cotton skirts and sleeveless halters. I'm able to do it now, but it's still so fucking hard. I hate the idea of forcing anyone, even a stranger, to look at this body. It's wrong. I feel offensive just stepping outside my door, like I'm hurting people with my existence.

Winter and fall, cold weather and early sunset comfort me, make me feel safer and less exposed. I hate spring and summer, when the sun rises before I can wake up so I feel like I've failed and I'm behind as soon as I start my day. Hot weather and early sunrise add to my stress.

There is an endless supply of mostly useless listicles about winter S.A.D. with generic and vague advice like "go to therapy" or "seek support from friends" or "buy this super cool product that will cure your depression," or, my personal favorite, "don't beat yourself up," and some with genuinely helpful advice on using light therapy, caring for indoor plants, and taking vitamin D, but there's not as much available for summer S.A.D. I want this post to be a running list of realistic, affordable advice. Feel free to add anything that isn't a miracle, and may not work for everyone, but has worked for you.

Drink the amount of water you need to feel hydrated.

Find a new indoor hobby, book series, t.v. show, or fandom that you genuinely (being the operative word) like.

Take cool showers or baths.

It doesn't always have to be summer if you don't want it to be. Watch The Holiday and listen to Mariah Carey.

Create an enjoyable, flexible structure to your day that really works for you, makes sense, and changes as you need it to. If you are a student or a family member to a student and the change in routine or lack of structure is difficult for you, make up your own schedule.

Use soft lighting, the reverse of light therapy for winter S.A.D. Try combining light filtering through your curtains, some candles, and a desk lamp rather than using one bright overhead light.

If you are currently in any kind of treatment, you may need additional or different support during the summer. Don't feel that you have to keep your treatment plan exactly the same just because it works during the winter.

You're not weird, I promise. Not everyone looks forward to getting melanoma. Not everyone enjoys sweating like a hooker in church. Not everyone eats hot dogs. It's fine. You're fine.

[rye-in-a-coat]

where were u wen gulf war broke out

i was at house watching moomin, snufkin say "let's fill moominvalley with crime, c'mon", when phone ring

"The skies over Baghdad have been illuminated."

"no"

Context under cut below.

It seems like the T.V. channel that broadcasted the 90's Moomin show, TV Tokyo is somewhat infamous for the urban legend of always having an usual broadcasting schedule even during emergencies.

When the Gulf War broke out on January 17th, 1991; truth is that TV Tokyo just like all the TV stations had a news broadcast on Operation Desert Storm.

However, after 6 p.m. while all the other stations continued with an extended block of news covering what was happening in the middle east at the moment; TV Tokyo went back to show their usual anime programming, this included ofc, Moomin.

The audience rating for Moomin was of 18.7%, think on this and compare it to the fact that such progamming would usually get 8-10%, and remind yourself again in what scenario this happened.

So what episode was brodcasted that day?

[daniclaytcn]

I can’t stop thinking about how they originally set up Buck/Eddie/Tommy as a triangle but it never really played out as the traditional love triangle we see with hetero couples on network T.V. There are a lot of ways it could be analyzed with one being Tommy in between/an obstacle to Buck and Eddie but that’s not how it’s coming across because after 7x04/7x05 there are no underlying issues as Buck/Tommy are exploring this new thing between them and Eddie is 💯 supportive of them. But I still can’t stop thinking about how the triangle is incomplete for the whole Eddie/Tommy of it all. Not positioning them as romantic rivals and having Tommy in the middle of this triangle shows how he’s here for Buck AND Eddie to learn about themselves and so far we have Tommy who has been Buck’s queer awakening but I can’t help but think that at the wedding to complete the purpose of the triangle Tommy and Eddie could have the tiniest of moments where Eddie is going to realize something based on something Tommy says that is going to fully kick off his unrepression arc. People have been hoping for something Buddie to go down at the wedding but I hold out hope it’s going to be an Eddie moment especially if we don’t actually see Marisol at the wedding. I think about how if Tommy says something that could trigger some kind of realization in Eddie then it would segue into 7x07 quite nicely because if this is potentially where a Marisol breakup occurs then whatever Tommy said at the wedding could be part of the catalyst that finally gets Eddie to breakup with Marisol and begin his own journey, especially in an episode called “ghost of a second chance” which I think is going to be a Bobby and Eddie heavy episode especially if we are starting to dive back into Bobby’s past…I think it would be neat to go into Eddie’s as well before the military and Shannon of it all. This is me reaching for the sun ☀️ and my enjoyment isn’t tied to this happening…it’s pure speculation but I think it’s what is Eddie!girls deserve.

ehh, when it comes to the 'love triangle' of it all, i do think they've set it up, just not in the traditional sense. i think a 'love triangle' (using this phrase very loosely) is present in the sense that buck and tommy's entire relationship as it is now exists only because of eddie; 90% of their scenes have been linked to eddie in one way or another; and eddie has been the catalyst for whatever development they've had so far. idk how eddie's queer journey will go at this point; given the fact that they've clearly had to wildly change things around last minute. but, yeah, i do hope they delve into the stuff you mentioned, instead of him just having a realization™ after seeing buck and tommy together and calling it a day

[hughiecampbelle]

Hey! I loved writing your ship and wanted to request one from you with my very excessive self-insert if that’s OK :D her site is https://brynnwrites(.)my(.)canva(.)site/green-thumb. It’s not essential reading or anything, just if I don’t give enough details since I’m not good at sending requests! I overthink dumb stuf and either add way too much or redact way too much.

My self-insert is named Bernadine “Bernie” Feldt, and she’s a twenty-five-year-old D-level Supe with the power of florakinesis: controlling and manipulating plants. She graduated from Godolkin University with a double-major in Environmental Science and Public Relations, as well as a minor in Journalism, and began working as a Public Relations and Sensitivity Agent for the environmental agency Friends of the Earth after that. She loves to read, write, and garden — the traditional way, not the Supe way — as well as cuddle with her chihuahua-shih tzu mix, Olive. Loves ‘90s indie-rock and lo-fi a lá Silver Jews, Galaxie 500, Magnetic Fields, and Sebadoh. Typically wears geometric sweaters (no matter the weather), bermuda shorts (also no matter the weather), denim skirts, crimson tights, ribbed tank tops, vegan Dr. Marten’s boots, corduroy pants and skirts, “bohemian” jewelry, and minimalistic button-ups. She was injected with V when she was a baby, and due to her heavily Lutheran upbringing, was taught that it was a “sign from God” — something that she learned to be entirely false after Starlight’s speech. Because of this, she splintered off from her family and began re-evaluating her entire life. She caused a stir when she publicly denounced “Supedom”, publishing her thoughts on what she dubbed “Supe Theory” — concerning the ethics of not just making superpowered individuals, but them living onwards — yet continued onwards, publishing articles on open-source publishing platforms (such as Medium) and looking into grad school to begin deconstructing Supes — and, by extension, Vought — academically. Disgusted with the imbalance of power, she contacted Hughie Campbell of the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs. 

As such, she is incredibly organized, passionate, and principled. Bernie is one of those people who say, “if you can’t do it right, don’t do it at all”. While one could attribute it to her strict upbringing, it is something she genuinely believes. However, these supposedly good attributes bring issues — Bernie’s pursuit of the ultimate “right decision” leads to overwhelmingly impractical decisions. She won’t even admit it, because she truly expects everyone and everything to be perfect, and that if the “perfect” answer doesn’t yield the best result, it’s the fault of the people who “don’t believe in goodness/rightness/etc.). And, of course, that backfires against her, because she does not fit into those standards. It’s rough. 

She has unmedicated OCD, which poses a plethora of challenges. When she was thirteen, she was given Seroquel, and did random things that most people would just tell as a funny story: sleep-walking, saying random but harmless things, eating food, etc. However, even as a pre-teen, Bernie experienced extreme anxiety over her powers, and feared her power could turn out disastrously. Because of that, she began meticulously documenting everything she did, whether it was eating, sneezing, or turning on the T.V. Additionally, she began fixated on things she made having a count of 25 or being divisible by 25, yet this isn’t linked to anything significant, in contrast to the former.

For canon-neutral (so excluding Starlight's speech and the FBSA), she's an incredibly low-tier Supe who is carrying a lot of guilt, as, while pursuing a robber, she accidentally killed an eighty-year-old grandmother by covering her in beautiful hydrangeas, leading to one of her beautiful brown eyes to pop out. The news covered it up, and despite that, she hasn't publicly addressed it, even though she's addressed all other cover-ups by the media and Vought. She lives in an apartment with her dog, works a 9-5, hypes herself up to play Environmentalist Pageant for people who are just trying to avoid taxes, and is 99.99% close to breaking and telling everyone to open their eyes, Fiona Apple '97 MTV style. With a lot less flair, though, because Bernie does not get to any mainstream news except when she's protesting Boar's Head in Virginia (which would age well in her favor, and poorly in Boar's Head's favor?).

My self-insert and I are bisexual, but lean a lot more towards women, since the romance/connection is a lot more natural and easy to recognize. However, I am fine with whoever you think is most compatible for me since I'm attracted to both genders, I just would take more time for a guy, but the feelings would still be as strong! Thank you for being so awesome and sending me an ask. 

— Brynnterpretations (felt weird sending it from my main LOL), love your writing SM ♡

Bernies sense of justice was what got Kimiko interested in her. Because she's with The Boys and morals are pretty loose, seeing how much she cares and how she thinks about everything, it was new and admirable

Truthfully, I see Kimiko liking big dogs since they offer more protection, but as soon as she sees Olive, she melts. She'd do anything for that dog (and has). Her little paws don't touch the ground with Kimiko because she carries her everywhere

Kimiko gives her a lot of comfort with the accident. It might take a long time to talk about it, but Kimiko 100% sees it as an accident and has a long talk with Bernie about mistakes and guilt and self-blame. She hates to see her hurting

Kimiko would try to get Bernie to talk to M.M. about her OCD, especially when it's getting too overwhelming. She doesn't want to force her, that's her decision, but she knows it would benefit her to have someone who understands

Kimiko works incredibly hard to have a green thumb and definitely almost scares Bernie with her excitement and insistence when really all she wants to show her is that the bud she planted and waters and keeps on her desk has bloomed just a little. It's endearing how much effort and thought Kimiko puts into keeping this one plant alive just for Bernie

- @brynnterpretations my love!!! Omg I love Bernie!!! I did go to the website to see what she looked like I hope you don't mind!!! This inspired me so much to revisit an old OC so thank you!!!! I hope you like it!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜💜