#Kaitlyn answers asks!

[haikyuuhoo]

kaitlyn!!! am just dropping by to deliver some cookies and milk (non-dairy, if you prefer!!) 🍪🥛 for the weekend !! and i am curious !! what is your love language (both/either giving/receiving) ?? and would you and your fave get along when it comes to it 🥺

sel my love, hello!!! thank you for stopping in, cookies and milk are so perfect rn 🫶🏼

my love languages! giving it’s definitely gift giving—it’s definitely my way of being like “hey btw I always think about you even when we’re not together.” I love a little ‘this made me think of you’ gift idk :)

for receiving I think it would be words of affirmation (or acts of service at specific times). even though I literally can’t take a compliment to save my life lol I literally always think about them.

and okay okay this one is fun—I’m gonna run through a few of my favs. For Osamu I think definitely we would. I feel like he gets flustered receiving little gifts that aren’t necessarily for any special occasion bc he’s like “??? you just want me to have this? bc you like me?” and I’m like yeah I’m literally in love w you you dork. and bc he's quieter i think the words of affirmation from him would just mean sm more. like he wouldn't say it unless he 100% meant it. but i do feel like acts of service is HIS love language—he shows his love through food and i am very happy to receive it lol.

i feel like nanami is very similar in that when he says something you know he means it. also an acts of service guy (the way he treats the first years?? hello?? amazing man im so in love w him). and i feel like he'd lowkey love getting little gifts or whatever, keeps them on his desk or dresser or smth and just loves admiring them. also is a flower giver because he's such a gentleman <3

gojo… sigh. i love him. but he'd be so teasingly annoying about it. i just know i'd have such a hard time getting him gifts for big occasions because like… dude's loaded. i'd be so self-conscious like "he could buy this for himself. what if he doesnt like this one bc it's not nice enough." but he'd love literally anything you got him ofc because he’s ALSO a sucker for ‘I got this cause I thought of you’ gifts. and his words of affirmation would, again, be in a very playful/teasing manner so like some days it's great but other days when I’m tired/upset it just strikes a nerve & lowkey makes things worse 😅 can be mature and serious and very very loving when he needs to be tho <3

[wolfawaycamp]

Hello! I would like to request a realistic aftermath of the shotgun amputation ;)

🐰 Okay, so, this was discussed on Discord prior to Torch's request (thank you Torch!) and Cas really thought we should get to see Kaitlyn plucking buckshot out of Dylan's arm. You're not actually supposed to do that, but it IS realistic that a bunch of teens/young adults might not know that. This is another long one from me because I'm incapable of being brief, but so far I've I've gotten positive feedback on my 'ficlets' that are so long they're basically just one-shots. I started my Quarry fanfic writing career with chainsaw hurt/comfort, so of course I had to inject some of that here! Hope you enjoy! :3

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When Ryan shoots Dylan’s hand off with his shotgun on the floor of the radio hut, he really doesn’t have time to panic. Some kind of black venom is visibly spreading up Dylan’s arm and, at that moment, Ryan agrees that it needs to be stopped. So, he stops it. He doesn’t second guess that decision at the time, because something huge and ugly is stalking the two of them and their fellow counselors. The fact that he’s just blown the left hand off the boy he’s spent the better part of the evening casually flirting with, the one he kissed for the first time a few hours before, can barely sink in because he’s trying so hard to finish engineering the feedback loop and keep them all alive. But once he’s sounded that earsplitting noise and chased the immediate danger away, Ryan’s better able to take in the horror of the scene that remains.

Dylan lies in a pool of his own blood, and the unrecognizable lump of tissue that used to be a hand sits inches from the mutilated end of his wrist. There are holes in the floor where buckshot has passed through Dylan’s flesh and bone entirely and into the aged wood. Ryan, still fueled by adrenaline, tells him his plan worked. He is genuinely impressed with Dylan’s ingenuity.

“It did the trick,” he says, “Nice work, Dylan.”

The bloodied boy on the floor begins laughing in a way Ryan finds deeply concerning, as if he’s completely delirious, before the chaos in front of him seems to sober him up. “Oh fuck, my hand!” Dylan exclaims, like he’s just noticed it. “Why did you do that?!”

“You told me to!” Ryan bites back in disbelief.

Does he really not remember?

“That was a bad idea,” Dylan admits, still holding pressure to the bleeding stump of his left arm, “aw fuck.”

At that very moment, the door bursts open, scaring the absolute shit out of both the boys. It’s Kaitlyn, likely having heard the gunshot and certainly the sound that followed. She’s come to see what’s become of the two of them. 

Kaitlyn manages to get out the words, “You guys all right… in… here?” before she begins processing the gruesome scene in front of her. Ryan watches her take in the handless Dylan, the pool of blood, and the detached former hand in silence, her mouth hanging slightly open for a moment.

“‘Sup Kaitlyn?” Dylan drawls from the pool of blood he’s lying in. He gives her a slight nod as a greeting since his one remaining hand is busy holding back arterial spray from where his other hand was once attached.

“What the fuck?!” Kaitlyn says breathlessly, “what the fuck happened here?!” 

“I—he—that thing bit Dylan’s hand and I, uh…” Ryan struggles to explain the situation, struggles to even understand it himself. 

Kaitlyn looks from Dylan to Ryan and back again, over and over, finally clocking Ryan’s bloodied face and the shotgun in his hand. Her shock gives way to fury. “Oh—oh my god, Ryan, what the fuck have you done?!”

“He—” Ryan points at Dylan like a child tattling to an adult, “he told me to!”

“I would really like for the record to show,” Dylan says, entirely too steady for the state he’s in, “that I said ‘cut it off.’ Not shoot. Cut. There’s a perfectly good chainsaw right over there.” He jerks his head toward the workbench where the chainsaw sits along with the other power tools.

“Why?! Dylan, why on earth would you say that?!” Kaitlyn asks. She wheels around to face Ryan without giving Dylan a chance to answer, “and why would you listen to him?!”

Kaitlyn glares at Ryan like she might bite him. He thinks he would probably deserve that. He can’t seem to get a word out to explain why blasting a hand off with a shotgun seemed like a good idea at the time but, for better or worse, Dylan is still fairly talkative despite his devastating injury.

“Hey, it’s okay Kaitlyn,” Dylan says, trying his best to sound normal and not quite achieving it, “you kinda had to be here to get the full effect, I guess, but there was this black stuff going up my arm, and we had to stop it before it got any higher, and this did stop it! I’m okay, really… I mean, I’m not, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t even feel it. Which is… weird, right? I feel like having your hand shot off should hurt more than this.”

“It’s probably the adrenaline,” Kaitlyn explains, “or else you’re going into shock. Either way you’re going to be in a world of hurt sooner or later. You’ve probably got a bunch of buckshot still in your arm. Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t leave the two of you alone for a minute.”

Ryan thinks this is a somewhat unfair assessment of what they’ve accomplished here, given that Dylan’s plan and Ryan’s execution of it saved Kaitlyn’s ass as well as theirs. Dylan, for his part, laughs at Kaitlyn, because he’s apparently gone insane and lost all fear of death. Kaitlyn looks like she’s considering snatching Ryan’s gun, blowing Dylan’s head off, and calling it a total loss instead of trying to patch him up. She inhales deeply and lets it back out, as if meditative breathing will repair the rift in reality they’re currently experiencing.

“Ryan get the first aid kit,” she says, her tone more measured now, “we have to stop the bleeding before we move him, but if we can get Dylan down to the poolhouse, we’ll at least have running water to rinse this wound off. That’s where I sent Abi and Nick when I headed up here.” Kaitlyn kneels next to Dylan, then she grabs his arm roughly and he cries out in pain. “Stop moving so much!” she snaps, though the boy with the shot-off hand has barely moved a muscle.

“Fucking hell, Kaitlyn, be careful!” Ryan barks at her, and Kaitlyn’s head whips to the side to face him with a challenging look.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ryan, should I be as careful as you were when you turned Dylan’s hand into raw fucking meatloaf?” The boys are speechless at her outburst.

Wow, Kaitlyn’s being a kind of a bitch, Ryan thinks, and then it clicks in Ryan’s head that she’s not actually angry, not at him or at Dylan, she’s afraid. This is what fear looks like on Kaitlyn Ka, who he’d mistakenly thought was fearless. It’s raw and ferocious. Other than Jacob, who she’s known most of her life, Dylan’s the person she’s closest to at camp. Kaitlyn expresses her concern like a mother bear and if Ryan isn’t careful he really might get mauled by her before whatever the fuck bit Dylan gets a chance to sink its teeth into him.

Kaitlyn fashions a tourniquet out of bandages and a screwdriver, warning Dylan that it’s going to hurt, and Dylan winces as she twists the metal tool over and over to tighten it around his forearm, just below his elbow. She hands him a bottle of what appears to be ibuprofen from the nurse’s station, saying it’s the last of the supply after she gave some to Nick. 

“Ooh, fun,” Dylan says, throwing back the pills and swallowing them dry, and Ryan can feel Kaitlyn rolling her eyes at him even if he can’t see it.

The bleeding appears to stop, though there’s so much blood already that it’s difficult to tell. It seems stable enough that the three of them can set out for the poolhouse. Dylan is a bit wobbly at first but once he gets a few steps in he seems steady on his feet. Kaitlyn and Ryan flank him with Kaitlyn on the left holding onto his injured arm. Ryan carries the first aid kit with him, even though there’s another one in the poolhouse. It can’t hurt to have more supplies.

On the way, they get into a minor argument about whether the pellets of buckshot from the shotgun shell should be removed from Dylan’s arm or left in. Ryan thinks they should come out, he’s seen that in a number of TV shows and movies and while he knows those aren’t always accurate, he doesn’t think it seems right to leave foreign bodies in a wound. Kaitlyn is more hesitant. She knows that doctors will remove pellets from wounds but if they’re deep they might do more damage trying to remove them. In the end, Dylan says it’s his arm and therefore they’re his buckshot pellets and he should get a say, and he thinks they should compromise and get the ones that seem close enough to the surface to grab with tweezers and leave the others.

When the three of them make it into the poolhouse, Abi has Nick laid out by the showers, resting on a stack of rolled towels. She turns to them, saying “I was wondering when you guys would…” and is cut off at the sight of Dylan’s bloody arm stump. She shrieks. “Oh my god, ohh my god Dylan, what happened?!” Abi is keeping her eyes off of Dylan’s arm. She looks like she might cry, or faint, and Ryan watches, stunned, as Dylan tries to comfort her instead of the other way around.

“It’s okay Abi,” he says, a little too jovially, “just a flesh wound.”

“It’s literally not,” Ryan corrects him, thinking of the bits of bright white bone he could see in the remains of Dylan’s obliterated hand, and Dylan shakes his head at him to keep him from saying anything else.

Kaitlyn explains the situation much more succinctly than either of the boys could, then she sends Abi to find the poolhouse first aid kit while she and Ryan drag Dylan over to the sinks to rinse his wound in warm water. Dylan flinches when they direct the flow of the water over the end of his wrist but he doesn’t pull away. As the coagulated blood is rinsed away, Ryan can see exposed bone at the end of Dylan’s arm and several perfectly round holes that, as Kaitlyn predicted, almost certainly contain pieces of buckshot. The sight of it makes his stomach clench with guilt and worry.

Kaitlyn sits on the floor, picking through the two first aid kits for what she needs. She assembles gauze, more bandages, a small set of forceps, only slightly larger than standard tweezers, that Ryan assumes were intended for pulling splinters out of campers, some rubbing alcohol, an empty glass bottle she’s found to corral the pellets in—Ryan thinks it likely once contained apple juice, though the label has been peeled off—and a lidocaine spray intended for sunburns. It’s the best they have, under the circumstances.

Kaitlyn tells Ryan to join her on the floor and instructs Dylan to essentially sit between Ryan’s legs. Dylan raises an eyebrow at this and Ryan sighs and gestures at him to hurry up. Dylan sits where he’s told.

“This is not going to be fun,” Kaitlyn warns Dylan, then she looks to Ryan and says, “you’re going to have to hold him down, hold his arm still so I don’t cause any more damage.” 

Ryan swallows and holds Dylan’s left arm down, pinning it between his own arm and his bent knee with his hand steadying the wounded forearm just below the wrist. He reaches over Dylan’s right shoulder with his right arm and presses his hand to the middle of the injured boy’s chest, encouraging Dylan to lean back against him. It’s already pretty intimate, with Dylan's head resting on Ryan’s shoulder, and then Dylan grabs Ryan’s hand with his and interlocks their fingers, needing something to hold onto.

“Okay,” Dylan tells Kaitlyn, “let’s get this over with.”

Kaitlyn dunks the forceps in the rubbing alcohol and sprays around the wound and all the pellet holes she can find with the lidocaine spray. It’s not very strong, and she tells Dylan it’s only going to numb the surface, everything below that he’s going to feel. He nods, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, and Kaitlyn gets to work.

The first pellet is close to the surface and Ryan watches it pop out of Dylan’s skin easily with the fascination some people feel for those pimple extraction videos online. Kaitlyn drops it into the glass bottle where it makes a satisfying plinking sound.

“Oh!” says Dylan, that wasn’t so—OW!” He’s spoken too soon, and before Dylan can finish his statement, Kaitlyn has gone back in for another pellet. This one must be deeper, she has to fish around where the anesthetic spray hasn’t been able to reach before it comes out. Dylan has a vice-grip on Ryan’s hand by the time this one joins the other in the glass bottle.

“Two down,” Kaitlyn says, “only… six or so to go?”

“Awesome,” Dylan says sarcastically, and even in the dim light of the poolhouse, Ryan thinks he looks paler than usual.

Dylan is clearly in pain now as Kaitlyn digs for buckshot in his forearm and Ryan feels terrible about the choices he’s made. He’d thought the shotgun would be cleaner than the chainsaw, leave less chance for infection than a rusty tool Chris Hackett uses to carve up firewood, but Kaitlyn doesn’t seem to think it would’ve make that big a difference. She had warned him about the shotgun’s spread earlier, and though he’d taken the shot pretty close to his target, they certainly wouldn’t be playing this very advanced game of Operation right now if he’d gone for the chainsaw instead. On top of everything, the light from Abi’s phone flashlight keeps wavering, making it difficult for Kaitlyn to see what she’s doing.

“For fuck’s sake, Abi, can’t you hold that thing steady?!” Ryan snaps before he can stop himself.

“Ryan!” Kaitlyn chastises him as another pellet of buckshot clinks into the glass bottle.  

“I’m trying! You know the sight of blood makes me nauseous!” Abi nearly sobs the words and Ryan immediately feels bad, realizes he can, in fact, feel even worse than he had a moment ago. He’d forgotten how much she hates blood. She’d nearly fainted earlier in the summer when one of her campers had a nosebleed. It’s a rough night for all of them, certainly roughest for Dylan and Nick, but Ryan finds some sympathy for Abi—it’s a particularly bad night for anyone who hates the sight of blood.

“Sorry,” he mutters lamely.

“It’s all right,” Abi says, “I’ll try to do better.”

Ryan doesn’t think of himself as having a particularly comforting presence, but for Dylan he does his best, murmuring a steady stream of reassuring nonsense like he might if his little sister crawled in bed with him after having a nightmare back home. “It’s okay,” he says, “it’s okay, you’re okay. Just hang on, all right?This’ll be over soon. I’ve got you. Just stay with me, Dylan. I’m here. I’m right here and I’ve got you.” 

It’s bullshit, he knows it and Dylan probably knows it too—his wounded friend is in bad shape and Ryan hasn’t got shit, nothing is under control and nothing is okay, but Dylan squeezes his hand, his head turned so the right side of his face is pressed against Ryan’s shoulder, and Ryan can tell he’s trying very hard to be brave. Dylan holds back from crying out for the most part, expressing his pain through bitten off groans that he tries but can’t quite silence. Occasionally, he sucks air through his teeth and swears. Dylan’s trembling a little and sweating and he sniffles from time to time because he can’t keep the tears from streaming down his face, dampening the fabric of Ryan’s Cult Damage t-shirt.

Kaitlyn digs for a pellet at the very end of Dylan’s wrist, and he’s completely quiet for a moment, then he goes limp in Ryan’s arms.

“Oh, shit. Dylan?” Ryan hears the panic in his own voice when he speaks.

“Fuck, he passed out.” Kaitlyn pats at Dylan’s cheek, not all that gently but not quite hard enough to qualify as a smack. It does nothing to rouse him. Her fingers press into the side of his neck to feel his pulse, but she doesn’t seem overly concerned with whatever she finds there. Ryan can feel Dylan breathing, but he’s terrified by this development just the same.

“What? Why would that happen?!” He demands of Kaitlyn. “Why now?”

“I don’t know!” Kaitlyn says, “Pain, I guess. Shock? Maybe that last pellet was near a nerve? I barely scraped a B in anatomy.”

“Blood loss?” Abi offers, her expression grave. She looks over at Nick, who adjusts his position a little, and then turns her attention back to Dylan.

“Let’s just get this finished,” Kaitlyn says, “then we can get him cleaned up.” 

She plucks three more pellets from Dylan’s arm, dropping them into the bottle, and then declares that if there are any more, he’ll need an x-ray to find them and trying to dig for them blindly would do way more harm than good. She sends Abi to the sink for a couple of wet washcloths and Kaitlyn wipes down Dylan’s arm while Abi dabs at his face.

Dylan begins to stir, finally, as Kaitlyn is working to bandage his wound. Ryan watches his face intently as he comes around, his brows scrunching and relaxing, eyes moving behind his closed lids. He groans softly before his eyes flutter open and he blinks up at Ryan, seeming to search Ryan’s face for clues as to what the fuck is even happening right now. 

“Dylan,” Ryan says, relief washing over him, “hey! You’re awake.” 

“G’morning Hacketteers,” Dylan rasps weakly, his voice a pale imitation of the one that has boomed out over the PA all summer. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Cap’n Crunch,” Kaitlyn says, rattling the bottle of pellets, “it’s the ‘Oops! All Buckshot’ flavor, unfortunately.”

“Oh, no thanks,” Dylan snorts, “I’m full.” He looks down at the bandaged end of his left forearm. “Though… less full than I used to be, apparently.”

Dylan’s jokes are as obnoxious as ever and Ryan is thanking the cosmic space gods that he’s coherent enough to make them.

As Kaitlyn finishes taping up the bandages, Dylan looks down at his remaining hand and seems to realize it’s still loosely entwined with Ryan’s. He grips Ryan’s hand and Ryan squeezes his right back.

“Thanks you guys,” Dylan says, almost uncharacteristically earnest, and Ryan is reminded of their conversation about his blasé persona and ‘Dylan-Dylan,’ which feels like it happened weeks ago.

“Don’t mention it,” Kaitlyn says with a smile, “just, never do anything this stupid again if you can help it, please.”

Dylan nods. Ryan doesn’t really need to hold onto him anymore, but he is just the same.

“I’m just glad you’re still with me, buddy,” Ryan says in a half whisper.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Ryan. You know how the old saying goes, ‘hand a man a gun, he shoots for a day, shoot a man’s hand off with your gun and you have to, um, let him hold your hand in the hand that he has left. Forever. Or at least for one date. But probably forever.’”

“Yeah,” Ryan deadpans, “I can see how that became a proverb for sure. Real snappy.”

Kaitlyn bursts out laughing. Even Abi giggles at this, putting a hand on Dylan’s shoulder before hurrying back over to check on Nick.

“What? He can shoot my hand off but I can’t shoot my shot? Seems unfair. I—”

Dylan’s words are cut off when Ryan leans down and kisses him on the mouth, his hands pressing to either side of Dylan’s face. It’s the only thing he can think to do to express his relief and concern and gratitude at that moment, to say that he’s sorry but also not. And another feeling is in the mix there, something soft but undeniable and deeply unfamiliar, something that, Ryan’s terrified to realize, might actually be love.

“Let’s save our strength with some quiet time, hm?” he says, still holding Dylan’s face in his hands.

Dylan looks back at him, awestruck. He nods, slowly, and then there’s a gunshot outside. A howl of inhuman agony follows and then a splash. 

Something big has just landed in the pool.

[ghostradiodylan]

Do you have any headcanons for how the hacketteers would deal with being sick? Maybe how often they get sick, what type of illnesses they are prone to, etc….

Way behind on Quarry asks but I am home sick with some kind of crud right now so what better time to answer this one?!

Emma - Emma is a people person and always on the go, so she's exposed to a lot of germs. I feel like she'd be the one to get into juicing and making smoothies for immune health and the 'sexy' supplements like Moon Juice or whatever Gwyneth Paltrow is selling (but nobody’s sure if she really buys into them or if she’s just trying to get a sponsorship). Emma has a system for any kind of normal illness that doesn't completely knock her on her ass and that is to take a very hot bath with peppermint and eucalyptus bath salts and drink a hot toddy while she's in there. (Just the one, she doesn't want to drown!)

Jacob - This guy gets the dreaded Man Cold and is the sickest person who has ever lived. He doesn't get sick often because he's fairly health conscious, but he's absolutely pathetic and mopey about it when he does. He wants to be babied because his perfect male specimen of a body and extensive supplement regimen have betrayed him. He hates going to the doctor and puts it off until someone makes him go. Kaitlyn brings him soup and yells at him (affectionately) to stop being pathetic. He drinks a ton of Gatorade when he's sick (always Cool Blue flavor).

Kaitlyn - Look, Kaitlyn's Asian and her family was wearing masks during cold and flu season long before it was cool. She doesn't totally buy into the traditional Chinese medicine stuff but she does believe in the healing power of food that's spicy as fuck, especially if she's having sinus issues. She's also a fan of long, hot baths or showers, chicken soup with a ton of garlic, drinking a bunch of tea with lemon and ginger, the sauna at the gym, exercising even if she doesn't feel like it, hot yoga, and acupuncture. If that doesn't knock it out, she's not too stubborn to go to the doctor, people like that (who have insurance but don’t use it) drive her crazy (Jacob!).

Abi - If something is going around, Abi just knows she's going to get it. She’s a worrier and a bit of a catastrophizer when she does get sick. She's a hand sanitizer addict, she's got those cute sparkly holders from Bath & Body Works (but she uses the Halloween ones all year). She's good about letting herself take time to rest and get her strength back after an illness though. She likes to catch up on trash TV while she's recuperating. She also gets allergy shots because her environmental allergies are insane. She uses a neti pot or saline spray often to ward off sinus infections.

Ryan - Our stoic boy is stoic. Ryan takes all the necessary precautions to not get sick, he's kind of an obsessive hand-washer for sensory reasons anyway, but when he does, he follows doctors' recommendations to the letter and rarely complains. He will typically muddle through like normal if he's not got something contagious, but if he has to take time off work or school, he doesn't really talk about it or look to be cared for, just holes up in his room alone trying to not spread it around--he is very conscientious. Ryan gets the occasional migraine and that's one thing he can't really muddle through. He has to be in a quiet, dark room to recover, with an ice pack on his head, a caffeinated beverage, and a guided meditation podcast.

Dylan - People love to make our boy a damsel in distress because he's a cute gay string bean that bad things happen to, but Dylan is pretty tough in the game (like, unrealistically tough at times). I tend to consider his amputee arc as main canon, so given the assumption that he doesn't die of sepsis after surviving werewolves, he's got to have a pretty robust immune system and probably doesn't get sick that often. He does have that whole under-react/overreact thing going on though (the air freshener lol), so I imagine that when he does get sick, he either just carries on until he physically can't anymore (he'd wear a mask and get vaccinated and all that good stuff, he's a scientist after all, but he’s bad about making sure he gets rest) OR he starts Googling his symptoms and getting paranoid, convinced he has some rare incurable disease (he doesn't). He also doesn't really like to slow down and let people take care of him but when they really insist, he not-so-secretly loves the attention, from his mom, his boyfriend, his roommate/bestie, whoever.

Nick - Nick turns into a slimy wet sex pest whenever he gets sick. No, I’m kidding. I think it’d be funny/ironic/unfortunate if chef Nick had kind of a sensitive digestive system. He will eat anything, especially if Jacob is eating it. But, alas, Jacob has an iron stomach and our poor Nicholas does not. So he gets a lot of tummy troubles from doing things like eating 20 year old snacks or trying to go head to head with Jacob and Kaitlyn in a spicy ramen challenge. Nick gets sick a regular amount with stuff like head colds and is just kind of middle of the road as far as how he handles it. He does however have a habit of making up untrue facts about Australia that he tells his coworkers and campers when no one has the internet available to fact check him and one of them is that a steaming mug of hot pickle juice is a favorite folk remedy for colds there.

Max - he doesn’t get sick often but he is highly accident-prone. Like, so accident-prone that his family has started calling them ‘Maxidents’ when he has a major mishap. He routinely falls off ladders, gets attacked by migratory waterfowl, trips while trying to carry more groceries than he should into the apartment, etc. Max is luckily a very good patient because he has a lot of practice. He also has a lot of ice packs in the freezer at all times.

Laura - she gets onto Max about being careful, getting enough sleep, eating healthy, etc, but Laura is a do as I say, not as I do kinda gal. She does try to be healthy and active but she’s really busy (busier than ever post-canon because she thinks she can outrun trauma if she never slows down long enough to think about it). When Laura gets sick she gets Leslie Knope sick.

Max has to put her in bed and take care of her because she will not admit she needs it until she is practically on death’s door.

[itscomingupaces]

We all know Dylan has his cat Schrödinger, do any you think any of the other counselors have pets, either pre-canon or in the future? What kind do you envision for each of them? (I feel like surely Laura the pre-veterinary student would have some critters at least!)

ooh this is a good ask, thank you!

I love pets, so this might be more biased towards having them than not.

Laura: She always had pets, that's a big reason she wanted to go into veterinary medicine. I can see her having a hamster or pet rats in undergrad. When she gets into vet school, she adopts two of the teaching dogs when they retire. By the time she's a full veterinarian, there are like 3 rabbits, two cats, and two dogs in their house. How do they feed them all? Don't question it.

Max: Max grew up with little dogs, and not much else. He now has a small zoo with Laura, see above. His favourite is the big fluffy orange cat they adopted after finding him under their porch with no collar or microchip. They had to shave him down due to mats and then dressed him in little sweaters and Max fell in love.

Dylan: Dylan has Schrodinger, of course. I see him as 100% a cat guy. After the events of the Quarry, he fosters a pregnant cat for a shelter and names all the kittens after famous scientists to keep the theme (Einstein, Oppenheimer, Bohr, Franklin, Curie, etc). He keeps Oppy for himself <3

Ryan: I don't think he grew up with pets, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted any. I can see him inheriting a little Betta fish in a bowl from a roommate in art school, and he researches how to properly care for it. From there he gets into fishkeeping. It starts with that betta in a 3 gallon tank, then 5 gallons, then he gets a 40 breeder off like marketplace for $20 and he discovers live plants and tropical schooling fish. If he and Dylan get together, he spends too much time trying to keep the cats away from his tanks lol

Emma: I'm not sure what Emma would have. Maybe something like an Italian greyhound, it sits in the background of videos like a little derp. Or she ends up rescuing a bunch of mutts from the shelter.

Abi: I can see Abi having a bonded pair of rabbits! Or a medium sized dog like a Labrador Retriever. Something soft and friendly that can help her with her anxiety if she gets overwhelmed at home.

Kaitlyn: I love the idea of Kaitlyn having a big pittie or Rottweiler or Doberman, something with scary dog privilege but is really a big baby

Jacob: He gets a golden retriever because he is a golden retriever boyfriend.

Nick: I think he would have something more exotic, like an iguana or a cockatiel.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Nieche Kaitlin Lister?

a song that reminds me of them: Good Girls, 5 Seconds Of Summer

what they smell like: cinnamon, vanilla, gymnastics chalk

an otp: Kaitlyn x Jess

a notp: Kaitlyn x Forester

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Kaitlyn & Lindsay my loves

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: n/a

the position they sleep in: fetal position

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Kaitlyn & Richie of course, Kaitlyn x Simon (is Simon about to become the Gilmore Girls Andrew maybe), Kaitlyn & @manyfandomocs' Thomas

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: hazy days of summer dress!

Niche OC Questions

[hedwig123]

What type of music do the counselors listen to?

I've said this before but I don't have very varied music taste myself 😅

So I can't guess, like, Ryan's or Abi's music taste. What I do know beyond a shadow of a doubt are that Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Emma are Swifties. Nick would also be one if he committed to a label ever in his life but of course he can not.

Max also loves pop music. Ariana Grande boy

Jacob and Laura... I also don't know 🤷‍♀️

[jimmypesto]

001 for tinimmyyyyyyyyy

when I started shipping it if I did: SO. In 2016 (I was in eighth grade just like them) I started watching bob’s and became very hyperfixated on it. and during this time I didn’t give a fuck about boblin! tinimmy was my boblin and eroticfriendfictions ao3 stories were my life’s blood. I was OBSESSEDDD with tina and jimmy jr

my thoughts: I feel like they are such a realistic portrayal of middle school feelings that are soo strong and intense but also flip flop depending on the day

What makes me happy about them: the goose episode, the kiss in gene it on, him bringing her the rose on valentines day

What makes me sad about them: any time jimmy jr is mean or tina is too pushy (but I also still love it because they’re young and that’s the whole point)

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Jimmy Jr being portrayed as like really purposefully mean or sometimes borderline abusive

things I look for in fanfic: bickering and history

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: zeke for both of them

My happily ever after for them: I think we’re of one mind on this. They’re on again off again for years and eventually have to admit that they aren’t right for each other BUT there’s always this sense of melancholy and wistfulness because they care about each other a lot and just really truly aren’t compatible. They’re friends though <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: jimmy Jr more often because he’s a little angsty and he needs comfort due to daddy issues among other things

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: (especially in high school) they talk and fantasize about what it would be like if Jimmy Jr was dancing on Broadway and they lived together in New York

[lady-grace-pens]

Happy STS (story teller Saturday)! What aspects of your current WIP would be difficult/impossible to translate from book to film, and how would you handle that as a creator?

Ooh! I’ve never gotten an ask for STS before, how fun!

I’m not too familiar with this event so I hope it’s chill if I’m getting to this a day late lol. This question also took a bit of thought, but I feel like I have a rough answer now. Thank you for the question!!

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For my main wip foad, my main concern lies with Matthieu, Emily’s current boyfriend. He’s kind of a textbook antagonist, but I also feel like Emily is an antagonist to herself in the sense that she chooses to stay with him in spite of the shit he gives her with his control issues. Worse is her genuine inability to view him for who he truly is (man who does the bare minimum for her and expects her to devote herself completely to him.) Due to her own unhealed perceptions of love and relationships, she finds ways to justify his behavior. Things like:

“Old married couples fight just like this, it’s normal to think of killing your longtime partner, he just gets jealous easily, this time was my fault”

She settles for him because in her mind, this is what love is.

People like Matthieu are so often watered down as mentally ill people for a cheap thriller. My biggest concern is having Matthieu come off that same way. I personally want the story to focus on Emily and her having to battle her personal issues, and I feel like that might be misconstrued to some who think having an action/plot focused thriller would make the better story. I’m not sure yet where the line is drawn between these two things.

How would I handle this concept? I have no idea. This is only my second novel and I’m still on the first draft ☠️

[megaphonegirlk]

😴 What is your OC's bedtime like? Do they have any nightly rituals?

I am awake, so I am gonna talk about Kaitlyn Bellinger,my old Sburb OC <3.

Her bedtime ritual tarts with taking out her glass eye, and putting it aside in a glass to be sanitized. When she's got her patch back on, she extinguishes any candle or incense still burning on her and her sister's altar in the corner of the room, before leaving a small dish with an offering to the spirits out for the night atop it. Then, she crawls into bed along with her twin sister. The two of them then fall asleep together, comforted by one another's presence, and ready to wake up to another day of meddling, occult advice and schemes.

[e-b-reads]

50, 100 and 200 for the mini reviews? ✨️ congrats on your reading year!

Thank you!! These are all mysteries, lol. I already like the genre, and this year in particular I was trying out a lot of different mystery series.

#50 was Broken English by P. L. Gaus. It's book two in a mystery series. It's set in Amish country in Ohio, and there's three characters especially - the sheriff, a professor, and an Amish pastor - who have all known each other a long time and work together to solve the mystery (in this book, a girl's murder). The mystery wasn't bad, but I wasn't particularly drawn to any of the recurring characters in the series, and it was a little dark and also sensational for me (the kind of thing where the murderer can't be caught without a chase and/or a shoot-out) so I stopped reading the series after this one!

#100 was Crime and Punctuation, by Kaitlyn Dunnett. First in a mystery series! This is a cozy series with an older woman protagonist, so I liked the way she was a little Marple-ish in her gathering of information, but also not helpless. The mystery hung together but wasn't super convoluted. I read a few more in this series, which isn't very long yet, and would probably pick it up again if in the right mood! The books do start to get kind of similar pretty quickly.

#200 was Murder at Melrose Court, by Karen Baugh Menuhin. The others in this post were library books; this was a book I picked up at a little free library just by chance. It looks self-published, which I admit made me go in with low expectations, but it was actually pretty good! The back says it's Agatha Christie meets Wodehouse, which seems about right: it's the 1920s in England, several people get snowed into a manor house (for Christmas - I read this recently and it was accidentally very seasonal), murder happens, the young Lord who is the protagonist decides to solve it. I don't think it's a book that I will keep forever, but I'm glad I read it once! (And it seems to be first in a series, so I might seek out more.)

(send me a number between 1 and 214 and I will tell you about a book I read this year!)

[commander0fmyheart]

when you get this you have to post 5 songs you actually listen to then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers 🌃

oh cool. thanks, jennamac!

Ok let’s see here some recent songs.

ANIMAL - PVRIS

Gelato - Echosmith

Looking For Somebody (To Love) - the 1975

Humble Quest - In Rare Form - Maren Morris

Too Well - Reneé Rapp

[haikyuuhoo]

kaitlyn!! i am coming here with soft, cold pillows and warm socks for the comfiest sleep ever!!! ☁️🧦 i hope you’re having the loveliest weekend so far 🥺

i am so curious (again!!! if this isn’t too private…🤭), between you and gojo who is the blanket hogger? who runs colder? warmer? 🥺 who tucks their cold feet underneath the other?

Thank you Sel!! I need a comfy sleep lol, now that I’m at home for break I’m sleeping on my old bed and it’s just not as nice as the one I have now 😅

I think that I definitely run warmer but my feet are always freezing when I go to bed, so I’d definitely be the one tucking my feet under him lol. And I think I’m the blanket hog when I fall asleep bc I just like to be cozy, but Gojo would steal them in the middle of the night for sure 🥺

[purewhitewolf]

🐣 Kaitlyn

[what-if-rpg]

FC ideas for Posie Hudson?

Hey there, anon! So, for Posie the FC I had imagined was Kaitlyn Dever. But you are free to pick another FC.

[itscomingupaces]

Of the quarry counselors, who do you think is good or bad at dancing and what types of dances do you think they'd like?

Oh this is fun!

Ryan - I feel like Ryan feels awkward dancing around other people, and so pretends to be bad or not know how to dance. His grandparents taught him simple older dances like the waltz, and he taught himself some dances (I think @chrashley had the headcanon that he taught himself kpop group choreo and I can see it).

Dylan - I am torn between this man tearing up the dance floor and being completely unable to dance. Like maybe he has natural rhythm but doesn't know what to do with it. He gives it his all whenever Mr Brightside comes on though.

Kaitlyn - I feel like Kaitlyn did ballet as a kid, hated it, and then switched to hip hop before she got out of dance to pursue martial arts or track. She kept up her flexibility though and loves to show it off when given the opportunity.

Emma - Emma strikes me as the dance competition kid. She danced all through high school and was probably on her university dance team her first year of undergrad. She knows every viral tiktok dance and teaches the kids at camp.

Abi - She just sways her hips or bounces to the beat, but she gets too anxious to try anything more complicated around others. In her bedroom though she is perfecting the Charleston and pretends she is at those old-timey clubs where they actually dance like this.

Jacob - This man jumps and fist pumps and that is all dancing is to him. He will step on your toes if you try to dance with him. He is very enthusiastic about songs that tell you how to dance (cupid shuffle, cha cha slide, etc).

Nick - I believe this man is a very good dancer. He is an enigma to me so I feel like he could have done ballroom dancing as a hobby, and really knows how to tango. Perfect wedding date. Will dip you.

Laura - Laura can do the Hoedown Throwdown like nobody's business. I don't think she has any training but she is observant enough to watch what other people are doing and emulate it enough that she is a pretty good dancer at a party.

Max - Max has two left feet, he really is not a good dancer. But the few times he does dance he is so genuine and excited to dance that anyone around him can't help but smile. He likes to spin Laura and dances to pop songs like Ed Sheeran.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Headcanons Richie & Kaitlyn?

yes yes yes!

Dance friends since childhood for sure – when Kirsty wasn't in the same class as Richie, Kaitlyn was his go-to partner, whether it was them choosing or Patty pairing them up

Piano playing besties (or couple 👀)

Richie is the first/only person (other than Lindsay) that Kaitlyn comes out to

Kaitlyn brings her polaroid camera with her everywhere, she has so many pictures of Richie that he doesn't even know she took

If they're a ship, one of their favourite date activities is having picnics, take out from Luke's, or coffee on the bridge