#and i've always teetered back and forth between the ideas

[girlfox]

ah the eternal battle of appreciating riot's world building & lore surrounding ahri, or yoinking her straight out and writing a general fantasy main verse for her . . .

[faegoddessog]

29: Goodbye

Ok loves, We are in the home stretch!!! This has been such a fun process. A little daunting at times, but I've deepened into the creative process. When I wondered "how the hell am I gonna fit THAT into this?" I was amazed that an answer always arrived; rarely right away and sometimes just in the nick of time. Thank you for going on this journey with me! I'll be posting this in a larger format as a whole story soon!

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project.

My other works are here if you are interested!

Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

Warnings: Fellatio (f), cunnilingus, PiV

Your hips rock in anticipation. 

Austin’s plump horizontal lips skim your full vertical ones. The air from his inhale flows soft and cool across your sensitive flesh. You expect to feel his wet tongue part you. Instead it’s his thumbs pulling you wide, exposing your hot little core before he dips the tip of his tongue into your wet fount.

“Mmmm” he growls as a string of moisture clings to his tongue. 

His right thumb gently pulls back the cover of your shy little clit, exposing it to the cold air before doing nothing more than pressing it with the flat of his tongue.

You back arches at his touch, minimal as it is. Little mewling grunts pops from around the cock in your mouth. Your hips shift back and forth pressing yourself into his tongue. For a minute you stop all your oral handiwork, to focus on the tongue and fingers between your legs. Cal's tip just sits in your mouth as you moan and twitch. 

“Keep on that cock, sugar,” you hear Austin’s muffled voice, “do your best to make him cum, I wanna see it all.” He looks at Callum, “you gonna be able to?” 

Cal just nods, blowing out a breath

“I need a different angle,” you say against his tip, “to get my mouth open further.” 

“Alright, first, let me just-” Austin dives into your pussy, head shaking back and forth. He isn't just eating your pussy, he’s gorging on it. This is for him as much as it is for you. His lathing tongue wide against your inner labia, his nose pressed against your little nub. He sucks  your lips in, before moving up to your clit. Two minutes in the vacuum of his mouth and he has you teetering on the edge. He extricates himself with a long lick. How does he do that, get you so close without pushing too far? Magic.

“Fuck Austin, I aint never had such a good view of that before,” says Cal.

Austin’s only reply is to lick his lips and twitch his eyebrow. Your shivering form is an art piece laid out before him. He is just the channel.

He’s half a mind to crawl onto the counter with you when you sit up, giving him a look of sheer lust. 

You lick your own lips and slip over the edge onto your knees. It is quickly apparent that Cal is just a little too tall for that. You look around your apartment for ideas. Maybe one of you needs to sit on the chair?  

“I want you to take us both,” Austin’s voice is suddenly in your ear, his arms wrapped around you. He guides you to kneel on the couch in the middle of the living room. 

Callum positions himself behind it.

“Stick that gorgeous ass back here,” Austin rasps with desire. 

Perfect. At this angle you can get more of Callum  into your mouth. You wrap your hand around the shaft in front of you. Callum’s grumbly ‘mmmmm’ feels like it seeps into your bones. 

Austin leans over your back, hands caressing over your hips and around to your breasts. 

“Yeah, take him deep,” the rumble of Austin’s voice just behind your ear is captivating. “fill your mouth with him.  Suck him off. When he cums, I want you to swallow every drop. Can you do that for me?” 

If you could nod, you would. But working the big cock in your mouth takes up all your focus. 

Until you feel his fingers on your slit, and hear the ripping of another condom. 

The spreading of your lips around Austin’s intrusion is superb and exactly what you need. It’s like the curve of him fits perfectly into the curve of you, milking your g-spot.  

It’s lucious, being trapped between them. Callum tries not to thrust into your already stuffed mouth, but then Austin thrusts into you from behind propels you onto Callum’s cock. You gag and he pulls back a little. 

“You okay doll?” Call asks. 

You only reach for his cock, needy to have him inside you again. You position your hand so he won’t go so deep again. 

Austin finds a rhythm, driving you all surely towards bliss. 

“I’m gettin’ close,” Cal moans.

Austin reaches down between your legs, somehow mangaing to not miss a beat of fucking into you. 

“Don’t you stop on him,” he rumbles in your ear as he slips the pads of his fingers onto your clit. 

It’s overwhelming in the perfect way. 

You moan and whine around Callums cock.

“I’m goin’” grunts Call pressing up on his toes, ass flexing tight. 

Hot spurts torrent into your mouth. A little rivulet  finds its way out the corner of your mouth as Austin increases his thrusts. 

“Oh Fuck, C’mon baby, I’m gonna-,” he growls 

And you are gone. Thank you. You’re Welcome. Goodbye.

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[vaexna]

hello everyone . i've been wanting to draw so so so bad but the end of the semester is next week for me and as the dumb college student i am, i decided to cram everything into my brain last minute... so here we are.

but!!! instead, here something i've written !! it's very much about zane and religion because uhhhhhh yeah :D

disclaimer: i didn't proofread. i'm too busy lazy to. thank u for coming to my ted talk <3 if it sounds dumb it's because i'm dumb . it's 1am, and i had the very aggressive urge to write about this dude so here we are, and uhhh my bad LOL

— under the cut ☆ (mwahaha I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THIS!!)

If there's one thing he could stand by, without doubt or fleeting conviction, it's the fact that he's seen it all. Pyres and caskets, offerings and tombstones. He's been to small churches in the back of tight-knit towns, made of wood and the faith of believers. And he's been to massive cathedrals in the heart of vast kingdoms, intricately made of limestone and the blood of overworked architects that'll die without an ounce of recognition.

He's seen homes fall and villages rise. He's seen sinners look to him for help, or for the idea that they'll be saved if they begged hard enough. He's seen believers wearing their hearts on their sleeves, a bigger evil looming over their shoulders, their hopeful smiles bright as they greet him.

Sinners disguised as saints. Saints broken down by sinners. People who claim to be neutral, others who don't hold faith in their hearts anymore, some who couldn't find faith no matter how hard they tried or wanted to.

As the High Priest of O'khasis, he's seen just about everything. And after so many years of the light shining in his favor, the line between good and evil blurred in his eyes. Some days, he'll find himself teetering back and forth, trying to figure out if there's meaning to being such a high-standing man in a world where bloodshed is just another means to get by.

Love and hate, sin and faith, matrons and destroyers, what good is any of it when death is not an 'if' but 'when'? He knew life and death like he knew the back of his hand, it surrounded him in all of its glorious forms. He's seen it in his brothers, along with his mother's anguish. In the baptisms and weddings he's been invited to perform, with the death of the past and the birth of better days.

Oh, he's seen it all.

So on rainy days like this, it always came back to the question: Was it worth it? Was it worth the grievances and the anger? The sacrifices and the pain? He's made it this far, something ought to come out of this. Not even his brothers, Irene bless their souls, could reach the heights he's towered over.

Yes, of course, there had to be something at the end of this. It just wasn't time yet— No, the better days he was promised since the dawn of time, since the blessings of his birth, it'll all come soon. Or, one day at least.

It couldn't all be in vain. The lives he reaped couldn't be in vain, the paths he destroyed could not have all been in vain. His name would be remembered forever, a mark in history, he had to be something more. Regret and guilt were things he could overlook for the sake of the man he'll be in the future.

He knew relying on hope wasn't a Ro'meave custom, though. That's why he did what he did — his father taught him that if he wanted something, he had to get it himself. And if someone were to ask, "Zane, what do you want?"

His answer would've been long and descriptive at first. Something that of world peace, or blessings given by Irene herself. But these days, he preferred something much more simple.

"Power."

He's lived and learned.

When the light that shone through carefully colored mosaics kissed his skin, he was sure there had to be a God out there to gift the world such beauty. But when whispers passed around of a greater power lurked in the dimension of a long gone warrior, the idea of being a Godlike man himself tasted sweeter than whatever else he was promised in this lifetime.

The line between good and evil was nonexistent to him—he took advantage of both just to get what he desired. What he deserved. He was a self-proclaimed epiphany, and amongst normal men, Zane Ro'meave was both life and death.

Was it worth it?

After all of this effort, he made sure it was.

— ★

ps. would u guys be interested in both art & writing of mine,,,, i do snippets like these in my free time (when i procrastinate) so like i'd be down to show 'em off if u guys are cool with it...

also one of the paragraphs is like weird in here idk it kept getting deleted so i kept having to rewrite it bc it was too good to scrap and i. just gave up. the text is different for that singular paragraph.

ok thanks for reading this im going to bed goodbye goodnight

[ohleander]

7.8.24

Been thinking a whole lot today and also feeling a whole lot today. Mostly I am so tired and I just need to drop this odd filter I keep on myself. The more I try to delve, the more I realize how untapped and restricted I've kept myself. Its been challenging changing my own ways, and its got me real tired but also I know its gotta go back up soon. It always does, its my nature. Coming to terms with my realities and simply sitting with them for a while without trying to hurriedly manipulate or change them because I am ashamed to have them. I've always been ashamed of being flawed and yet.. and yet I really am not flawed. Whether one realizes it or not, as young as you begin, you start walking one way in the woods for a really long time, and things seem to be going well and just fine, but you're not arriving at any destinations.. its the same scenery over and over for a good long while.. at some point in the past, you took one side of the fork and today you realized that maybe this path wasnt the one.. maybe you realize you've got to back track some because you left something behind, or you're not feeling as whole as you would have liked to. Its frustrating to have to sit with that kind of realization and feelings of remorse and mourning for the time spent and the mistaken thoughts.. its not really mistaken though... time spent is simply time spent.. I have no idea what my goals are. I have no idea why I'm walking the way that I am so why do I mourn the "mistakes"? Why is backtracking so shameful? Why is it so bad to be wrong or to have made the less correct choice? Is it because at one time it felt unsafe? Yes, definitely yes. I've been walking with feelings of worry and fret for quite a while. Its nearly as if I suspected it all along and either wouldnt speak up or wouldnt listen to myself.. I didnt trust myself to be a safe space to feel my own thoughts. I treat meyself how I am treated, I mirror and I copy and this realization is extremely heavy to hold. But its okay to rest for a while. Still, I need to rest with it for what it is. I copy and I mimic and I pretend and I imagine sooo well.. I wonder why and I wonder what benefit this has for me. Being such a mimic but also being someone who is so fiercely independent.. Which one is the side I'm overcompensating with? I teeter back and forth between thriving alone, feeling the most myself when I'm alone and needing a very specific connection. Who is it that I miss? Is it me or is it someone else? Someone else I know but have never met? What makes me so nervous to simply be myself. Why cant I recognize when I am safe?

LA

[alifeasvivid]

hi! i re-read your EngSey ficlets recently when I was reminded of them out of the blue. they’re always a fun read. have you gotten new text/ideas for the story? ps. although he is not the focus, i like how you’ve characterized alfred in it!

ahhhhhhh! thank you! I love that concept so much, but it does tend to fall by the wayside. T_T I don't really have any new writing, but I have some vague ideas

under a cut cuz it's long

-it's funny that you mention Alfred because >.> I'm definitely leaning toward putting Francis in his role instead... it makes much more sense for a lot of reasons, but also I really like him here. Alfred as this charming, handsome social outcast because he just fucks too much (and because he's American and therefore, nouveau riche), but everyone in society sort of lowkey agrees to keep him around either because he's charming and handsome or because they enjoy the way he fucks, is very appealing to me XD -Though, Alfred never sleeps with unmarried ladies because he knows what the consequences would be so, he's still got a good heart. -I go back and forth about whether his relationship with Arthur is strictly platonic friendship or if they sometimes(rarely) do sex cuz boredom and loneliness on both their parts. I lean toward the former but the latter is always a possibility. This idea quickly escalates into an ot3 situation because... >.> I'm me. -Arthur's leg pain is very real and some of it is actually physical, but a lot of it is psychosomatic. It's a physical manifestation of his loneliness and troubled mind and the more he lets Ana in, the more it seems to heal. -more dancing!~ LOL -I've sorta lost the idea because it was in a conversation with historihet, but there's a moment where Arthur is ranting to Alfred about the state of young English men these days and how stupid and unworthy they are and Alfred's like "fine, I'll marry her. You know I wouldn't hurt her and it would be beneficial for both of us. I am rich enough to take care of her and a marriage would greatly improve my reputation." and Arthur is like "WHAT!? No! Absolutely not!!! You cad! How dare you suggest such a thing?!?!?" And Alfred, who was only suggesting it to elicit that exact reaction goes, "Okay, so then you should marry her." and Arthur laments that he's "old" (so dramatic, he's like 40) and then Angelique deserves better. There was more to it but it's gone and I don't remember much else. -Ana mostly remains very indifferent, but very polite toward her suitors, unless they're mean to her--which some of them are. Once she realizes her feelings for Arthur, she doesn't even really care what they think of her, but acting upset is a good way to get Arthur to comfort her... (oh my! such scheming XD) -She goes to Alfred (or Francis) for advice on any means of getting over, under, or through all the walls Arthur has built up and hijinks ensue. -The very self-indulgent, less "historical" romance/more bodice-ripper romance version that lives in my head has Arthur and Ana very precariously teetering right on the edge of unresolved sexual tension and resolved sexual tension >.> Ana's obviously pretty forward and Arthur has a very strong will, but he is only human after all. ThingsTM Happen between them and the only thing that ever stops it is Arthur remembering that Ana's reputation will be completely ruined if she's not a virgin. -Ana is frustrated as hell by all of this. -omg what if he forgot to remember?!?!? >.> -Ana's father totally intended for Arthur to marry her if he wanted to and Arthur is kind of a dum-dum for being in denial about this.

[seccndchances]

"I closed the door because it was not one that needed to be open." Elain admitted honestly. "You did not know me and I did not know you." She reiterated, "I formed my opinion of you on my own, despite the praise that was sung your way by my sister." She explained, she did not want the other to direct any of this frustration toward Feyre. She had done her part to convince her to at least try, it was Elain's own hesitation that kept them apart. "You found love without the Cauldron telling you who it could be." Elain stated softly taking his frustrations in stride. Her eyes glancing up to meet his. She knew regardless of how this played out, she'd always find those eyes regardless of the crowd or distance between them. They were the first thing she truly saw from the Cauldron. They would always linger in the back of her mind. "Vassa and Jurian are your home, you blossom with them. We sink together." She was grateful he found his own love in this world, that is all she wished for him and herself. To have the power to chose and be chosen without any outside influence. When he called her selfish, she took a step forward. She put her hands on his center mass and pushed him back with her full strength. "You have no idea what truths I've carried.. what pain i've shielded others from. I have every right to shield my heart and not share with others. That is not selfish. You should know better then most how you mourned your loss for centuries. I was barely given a year." The blood of Hybern will forever taint her hands, she did not regret taking his life even if it went against everything she had ever stood for. She had to save not only Nesta but Cassian in a way she couldn't save her father. "You do not know what it is like to have your mind not be yours and not know if the reality before you is true or fiction." She spat back, "I am sorry for the pain you endured." There was a true honest vulnerability in that statement. Elain never wished ill upon him. "And If I could take it from you I would. You, however, do not get to throw that back in my face as if I had a hand to play in any of it." She took three steps back, pacing back and forth. First her sisters, and now this. Her sanity was fragile and it teetered on near devastation. "You hate me." She stated with a simple nod of her head. Already tired of fighting, of pretending to be something she wasn't. She just wanted peace. She wasn't a bright fire like Nesta. She couldn't match the flame that burned within Lucien forever. He was right about that. She just wished she could hate him as much as he hated her, life would be easier if she did. "Let's just end this façade then." Her voice monotoned. "I am not your responsibility and neither of us need to pretend other wise." She moved back to the bench she was at plucked the flower crown she had been working on. She knew he had no way of knowing it had been for him, that she had started working on it the moment she felt their bond snap back into place alongside his memories. That she had taken care to try to do this right, at least this once but that was not who they were. They were just a possibility. One that closed and both had already moved on from. She placed it at his feet without much a word. She knew he wouldn't take it from her willingly. "I have no right to ask anything of you but." She paused looking back up to him, her whole form relaxing at her side. "You deserve happiness Lucien. Make me the villain in your story if you must, but please-- please don't let your chance with them go." She asked carefully. Her eyes looking back up toward him. Meeting that bright light that burned behind his irises. That warmth that called to her. She saw every possibility play out behind them, like ripples of realities that were dying with each word that came from their mouths. She looked past him as each faded. As each reality changed to the one that lived in. She saw him, with his loves. He was going to be fine.

He knew that he should care about the words he uttered but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He had never been shown any kind of true kindness or an attempt of understanding so why should he play the perfect male and do it? He couldn't figure out one single reason why he should. "Your father was no coward, your father brought an army to your aid with myself and Vassa at his side or did you forget that bit of information? He might not of been there before but he was there when it counted." With a shake of his head Lucien crossed his arms again and kept the distance between them. "You think that you're the only one to have damage within them?" His voice scoffed.

Lucien pinned her with a fiery gaze, his metal eye swirling in irritation. "You are not the only one that has had horrible things happen to them," pausing he shook his head in protest, "you are not the only one to have lost a love that they could see a future with. You are not the only one to have people betray you. You are not the only ones who have gone through any sort of torment or torture." Lucien snapped as he licked his lips. "You spent that time not knowing the difference because you didn't open up to anyone to help you make sense of what was going on around you. I remember you sitting in the chair staring into the distance not making an effort. I was the one who demanded that Nesta and Feyre get you into a damn garden so you could have some freedom and some sort of normalcy." He remembered that day, the one time they had some interaction and the dread he felt when he looked at her. How his heart broke for her then but there was nothing now.

"Did it ever occur to you that I did not want to dive that deep into the bond, that I did was not expecting anything like that. That I didn't," stopping his words Lucien closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No she didn't deserve to know that side of his pain. She didn't deserve to know what had truly happened in the past. On one hand he did feel sympathy to her tears but on the other he couldn't bring himself to try and stop them even if that was what mates were supposed to do. He had a lifetime of pain, over the many years of his life Lucien had faced different kinds of pain in many different forms and he wasn't going to let his own terrors and pain be pushed aside any longer to focus on someone else.

"To accept the bond was to accept that there might have been someone who understood you on a level that no one else did, not all bonds lead to relationships and love. You have no idea what I have endured over my lifetime," he hissed with a glare, "there is no point in looking back on the what ifs. Looking back on what life we could have had when your own family commanded that I stay far away from you. There is no point in looking back to see where we could have lived a life because you did not open that door to chance." Lucien slowly shook his head once more, his arms remaining crossed. "Not that you have a right to even speak their names but you entered my life before Vassa and Jurian became a thing but they offered me a true home and acceptance when there was no other to have."

Clearing his throat Lucien Looked away from her and turned his attention on the scenery behind her, he didn't want to look at her. He did not wish to meet her gaze, there had never been a chance of happiness in the cards that were dealt to him. There had never ben a chance for him to find what others had found. His life was deemed to be a life of solitude. "It does not matter what I wanted in the past or how I could have possibly wanted you once upon a time," pausing as he answered her previous question cleared his throat as he took in a deep breath, "because you were too selfish to see past your own pain to look at anyone else. All of you are nothing but selfish. All of you use others to your own personal gain and none of you care about the lives you hurt or ruin within your wake. All of you take what you want without looking at what consequence could be sitting in it's wake." Lucien let out a bitter laugh as he closed his eyes, "but why would my opinions matter and what value do my words hold right? I was the emissary to the Spring Court who's family didn't love him, who's brothers betrayed him, who's father could barely look at him longer than two seconds. You let your family form your opinion of me the second you were taken to the Night Court."

[starryknightwrites]

I actually agree with you. If you'll notice, I said "Between Chloe defenders' unwillingness to give her any responsibility for her actions and the writers' determination to ruin her completely, I can't choose a side."

Disclaimer: I know not all Chloe fans are disillusioned to the point of blaming the class and Marinette for her actions or acting as if they are in some way culpable for not doing enough for her. But I've seen this opinion floating around in multiple places lately, thought it was ludicrous and it irked me so I wrote a post about it. Even with Marinette's advice, that does not even make up 1 percent of the blame for Chloe's behavior and trauma. The damage had already been done.

It is 99% down to the adults in her life AND Chloe to change. I know it's not easy to change. It often takes time, hard lessons and different experiences. I have negative personality traits due to the way I was raised as well, but when it came down to it, I had to take responsibility for them and work to better myself. I learned that through trial, error and epiphany. I could depend on no one else to do that for me. I learned that others should not be expected to pain themselves by accommodating poor treatment from me due to my trauma. That's not healing. It's a cycle of trauma and I don't blame them for not always having the best reactions either. They weren't my therapists. They were people too with their own hangups and issues just trying to figure things out. How could I expect angelic behavior from them with all of their intricacies while I'm acting like a bat out of hell? It would be narcissistic of me.

It was this idea that Chloe should be coddled by children her age or that they should be held accountable for her worsening in particular that I took issue with. I am not defending the writers' choices for Chloe from Season 4 on at all. In fact, I'm just as irked by them, but I'm keeping from writing about that in detail until I actually see the episodes (I haven't fully read the leaks, but it's pretty bad from what I've seen).

While I've never been a Chloe stan or even felt that the writers owed her a full redemption arc (I was alright with her being a Captain Jack Sparrow like character. Always teetering back and forth), I am completely aware that they have had a vendetta against her and her fans since Season 4. I wasn't even engaged in the fandom when I saw Queen Banana and it was still obvious to me that something went very awry in the writer's room. So I too don't have a lot of hope that Chloe's fall will actually mean anything. As I said in the original post, the leaks seem more vengeful than anything. And Andre's behavior is appalling. Unlike the class, he is an adult man who is responsible for Chloe as her father and someone who enabled her and demonstrated to her time and time again that abuse of power is okay.

The writing feels like a salt fic. I'm not on board with it. I'm just also not on board with the opposite side of spectrum and the blame game. If the writers are being vengeful- and they likely are- I really wish Chloe's issues had been dealt with properly with her learning through trial and error and having an epiphany (maybe through losing Sabrina or bonding with Zoe against Audrey). Or even just remaining mostly static with the odd realization here and there (which is probably most realistic). What it looks like they're doing is actually pretty vile.

It is not the victims' responsibility to save their bully.

(Miraculous Season 5 Spoilers be here)

I don't know who all needs to hear this, but I've been seeing some... takes... around the ml fandom. Between Chloe defenders' unwillingness to give her any responsibility for her actions and the writers' determination to ruin her completely, I can't choose a side.

It's not Chloe's 14-year-old classmates' duty to save and bend over backwards for her anymore than it's Audrey's 14-year-old daughter's duty to save and bend over backwards for her. Her classmates are kids with no experience dealing with abusive parents or who can barely sort out their own home problems. Not trained therapists who must know exactly what to do to make it through to Chloe. They're also kids who suffer from Chloe's cruelty all the time and are understandably hesitant to get in her face constantly touting self improvement methods. How counterintuitive to human behavior would that be? Twice bitten (or in this case 100+ times bitten), twice shy.

I'm sure Audrey has some trauma/valid reasons for being a jerk too, but no one is suggesting that Chloe spread herself super thin in the face of her assholery so that she can just CHANGE her.

Chloe's classmates have been nice and open to her, given her chances, gone to her party and tried to include her in group events. They often only lash out at Chloe when she lashes out at them (if that), which is constantly. Marinette went out of her way to get her back in school and made an attempt to get her mother to open up to her. A misguided attempt, but AGAIN, Marinette is a child. She is not a therapist and she was meeting Chloe where she was. She knew Audrey would laugh in her face if she tried to use the "she's your daughter and you should treat her better" route.

Anyone who says the class didn't try hard enough with Chloe/ didn't give Chloe a chance hasn't met a middle school class. Those kids could be horrific to Chloe with all she has said and done. But they're generally nice. And they demonstrated kindness to one another ALL THE TIME so it's not as though Chloe doesn't know how to be kind.

Chloe is 14. Not 4. She knows what kindness looks like. She's not an alien, scouring the dictionary and hoping someone will PLEASE teach her how to kind. She, at this point in time, does not want to be kind. Funny thing about recovery. You have to want it. YOU have to want it. Any professional will tell you that. It takes more than people continuously bending over backwards in the face of your cruelty. All that will result in is doormats. Sabrina has been "kind" and bending over backwards for Chloe for years. Well, a lot of good that's done. No. In order to heal and to improve, you must be at a point of accepting responsibility for you and DESIRING change.

Chloe isn't there yet. Nothing her classmates do will change it. Maybe it'll take time and reflection. Maybe it'll take a new setting. Maybe it'll take a harder fall. But she's not ready and that's no one's fault but her crappy parents and hers.

I don't mind Chloe having to suffer an incredible low to rise, though I'm not sure if that's what the writers are doing. The leaks for future episodes seem a tad too... vengeful- especially where Andre is concerned.

But let's not lean all the way to the other end of the spectrum and eliminate Chloe's personal responsibility from the matter. The primary factor in her turnaround will be CHLOE.