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There’s so many things I love about the show that I haven’t seen people give enough credit for and I want to go on a little ramble because people are focusing so much on what they don’t like vs. what they do. So here’s my list. Sorry for the grammatical errors 😬

I love that the lesbian main character is this sweet, innocent, big hearted young woman and not portrayed as a overly sexual fuckboi that hits on every woman. I love that Fatou is soft and gentle. More lesbian rep like that please

I love the soundtrack. It’s exactly the type of stuff I imagine Fatou would listen to and it’s not just the top 100 hit songs.

I love that they use the soundtrack as a way to connect to the plot line, like the lyrics to the song Fatou was listening to when she was on the rooftop said “And I hate to leave you feeling all alone.But your story cannot start until you've grown. You can find how to be OK on your own. I just can't be the one that makes you feel at home” which was a hint as to where the plot was going

^^ also the song playing during Kieu My and Fatou’s museum date

I love the little mannerisms Nhungi chooses to show as Kieu My. The happy little bounce she did in ep 1 when she called out Fatou’s name and when she subtly checked Fatou out by looking her up and down.

I love how their rooms show their individual personality so well. Like Fatou’s room in the beginning of the season was normal and then it became increasingly messy as the episodes moved forward, showing her stress and chaos in her life

I love the height difference between Fatou and her brother lol

I love when her brother and her were thinking of what to get their parents so they split the bill on a gift - a very subtle way of showing siblings interacting

I love when Fatou and Ismail interact cuz it’s so funny

I love the physics teachers speaking voice, he sounds like kermit the frog

I love fatou’s eyebrows. Idk it’s just so perfect. Give me tips plz

I love that the characters rewear clothing. And it’s not a show where every episode is a new outfit with new clothes. Very realistic and it always bothered me when teens on highschool on tv have new clothes every episode

I love that Fatou’s original bio on tinder was “wanna cuddle?”. I feel like that girl would rather cuddle with someone than win the lottery. She’s so soft (also why did it say she was 24 in ep 2 when she was on tinder lol)

I love that the show showed the struggles of coming from a bilingual family and being the only one that struggles to speak it. When fatou was talking to her grandparents with her brother and her brother had to translate for her and it was awkward af, I felt that. I’m the youngest in my family and I struggle to speak Tagalog so people have to translate for me sometimes and it sucks.

^^ I relate to fatou so much in that scene cuz the dynamic in my family is the same as Fatou’s. My parents lay off and let me and my brother do our thing unless there’s an indication we need their help. The only time I ever spoke about school with my family was when report cards would come and they would see my grades weren’t that good. I remember my mom seeing I had a D in middle school and automatically jumping to conclusiosn without letting me speak. My brother is academically successful and he would also try and get me to do more school stuff when I was younger. Like he would make me do math problems to help with my grades. So it’s all very relatable for me

I love when Fatou sings, her voice is so soft and smooth.

I love whenever Kieu My and fatou are flirting both so blatantly and yet so subtly. Like the tension is there but it’s still awkward despite how smooth they both try to be it’s so adorable

I love how Fatou and Kieu My are so confident flirting and talking to eachother through texting but when it’s irl it’s still awkward and new. It shows the reality of an actual relationship in the making. It’s not just a full head dive into “I love you”.

I love when they were at the table tennis bar place and Fatou was hyping up Ava when there were dudes looking at them and Ava did a fancy ass turn and smile. She’s so pretty

I love that Fatou’s problems were shown in subtle ways in the beginning with money. Counting money at her job and when she wa trying to pay for the drink at the bar. It was a small interaction but in real life it would cause a lot of stress and anxiety if money counting problems kept happening over and over again

I love Yara and Josh’s friendship. More platonic friendship between a male and a female please. Also more Yara in general please.

I love that Zoe owned up to her actions last year to the entire group (minus Ismail Constantine and Kieu my) on New Years. I see her owning up to the role as Nora’s big sister.

I love when Josh was drinking a lot during New Years and Fatou was trying to get him to slow down. It shows how big her heart is for her friends. Also I think Josh and Fatou could be great friends

I love that Kieu My looks at Fatou like she hung the stars. When Fatou mentioned she knew Kieu My was a Scorpio, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that girl smiled so big (before episode 5 of course)

I love that whenever they kiss Kieu my is smiling.

I love Sira’s side profile. There I said it. Girl has the jawline of a Greek goddess.

I love that they change Fatou’s hair. She looks good in every hair style but it’s always nice to see her in different styles.

I love that they showed the struggles of being a passive and gentle person. Because we’re not assertive in regular everyday life we are easily looked over. And it’s hard for us to muster the gusto to be assertive and take what we need because we prefer shying away from conflict and just letting things flow. I relate to fatou’s character so much in that sense. I lowkey think this is the universe’s way of telling me to stop being so passive about life and to take charge idk.

I love that the topic of white savior and performative activism was touched on. And I love that it was between two friends because it’s very realistic to how dynamics work between young people these days. The way they handle it differs in opinion but the fact that they even spoke about it was great.

I love that moment when Kieu My wrapped the vietnamese pancake in the lettuce snd handed it to Fatou. Its so sweet. If I was Fatou I would have forgiven her right then and there lol

I LOVE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWo. YES MORE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

Episode 6. Just all of it. Even the angsty part. I want more of that. Episode 6 yes. I’ll marry episode 6

Kieu My wearing Fatou’s cardigan. 💕💕💕💕💕💕✨✨✨✨✨😫😫💕✨✨🥺

^^ but also as a person that tried bangs before, you can’t tell me that girl woke up with her bangs perfectly in place lol. This girl probably bought a mini straightener or something too

Fatou telling Kieu My it doesn’t matter if she wears make up or not rather than going off on how she looks prettier without it. She’s just like “it doesn’t matter. You’re pretty no matter what, my little space nerd”

Pissed off fatou is a hot fatou. Js

I love Sira’s acting in general. But the way she shows Fatou’s sadness is great. It’s not just tears and that’s it. When she got fired it was a build up of tears but she wasn’t sobbing, same thing with the cashqueens argument. But she broke when her and Kieu My got in a fight.

Finn being socially awkward. It’s so funny cuz Zoe is this bubbly party girl and her boyfriend is so awkward. Nice balance.

^^also his hair makes me laugh idk why

Ismail opening up to Fatou shows how so many people feel at ease with her. Girl has a calming presence for everybody, she doesn’t even realize how much she’s helped others.

I love that Constantine wears the same jacket over and over again. Idk it seems to fit his character.

^^also kudos to the actor who plays him, he’s doing an amazing job

Love Fatou. Love her dimples and her soft voice. She gets all high pitched when she’s normally speaking but when she was fighting with Kieu My her voice became lower. Just love the way Sira’s voice sounds. Also Nhungi’s speaking voice.

Love the shaky camera movements. The fast pans and the slow motion dance scenes.

Love the aesthetic of Kieu My smoking but PLEASE DONT SMOKE, CHILDREN. ITS BAD FOR YOU.

Love the different aesthetics of the cashqueens

Love maike. Great actress. Give this turtle an Oscar.

Love Kieu My climbing the roof to help her Fatou. Softie to her girlfriend but an ice queen to the world lol.

Love the actors. Love the characters. It just makes me so happy.

This is so well written, i might actually cry no but really it was really nice to read your positive and cuteee facts after the tag check :/ and it really helped because i get mad and sad when i see bad takes. Everything you said was so true and i think im fangirling over this essay. And it made me emotional 👉👈.  Represantation does really matter.

This season is so important for so many people and i don’t think some people realize that when they’re ‘’criticizing’’ some things. Not only we have a lesbian main, we have a black lesbian main who is the softest person in the world and she has LD and/or ADHD. I sometimes can’t believe we got to the point of skamverse where we get rep instead of hurtful,problematic seasons and plots, some might interpret that as shade but it really isn’t, careless storylines really does hurt ppl and why would you want to hurt people when you can give 8 min of sapphic museum date instead 👭🌌 :)

i love this season, i love this gen and i love this essay

[wastelandcrown]

logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 4: a tight-knit family

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a theatre brat to the highest degree (Sorry Roman stans), Remus being Remus, (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please dm me!! This chapter we see a LOT of Patton, a little of Virgil, and some Roman being an ass behaviour. I apologize if this chapter is lackluster, it’s important I promise!! Also I just finished chapter 5...its 3295 of intrulogical fluff 

Pairings: Eventual Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, Eventual One-Sided Logicality, Platonic Analogical, Platonic DRLAMP

Word Count: 2269

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer

After a few weeks, not disappointing Remus was a weak reason to be here. 

Though he never considered himself a quitter, god he would love to just quit one thing in his life. The thing being theatre. 

When Thomas arrived Roman bombarded him with questions. Turns out, Logan was cast as Hamilton due to his exceptional rapping. Roman, weaker at rapping but a very confident and strong singer, could provide the extremely skilled vocal performance required by Washington. If Logan were to get sick, Roman would play Hamilton and Remus would hand over Maria’s part to his understudy. Which made sense, of course. The beginnings of rehearsals were, by all means, not entirely awful. They were going to learn the music to the show, song by song. The first problem arises with Logan’s absolutely awful stage fright. After the first run-through of the title number, Alexander Hamilton, Logan almost threw up again. People looked directly at him whenever he sang or rapped. The musical director, Jamahl, assured him it was fine. Jamahl, as nice as he was, would be receiving a solid two on Logan’s chart. It’s okay, Logan, Everyone gets stage fright, Logan. That, quite frankly, sounded like a bunch of bullshit. Especially since every time Logan got too nervous and messed up, Roman laughed from off to his side. 

Which shouldn’t bother him. It really shouldn’t. Except...Well, it was infuriating to be laughed at. For something he can’t control no less. He was ready to ball up his script and pelt him with paper until he stopped being a colossally egotistical idiot. Along with Roman’s frankly abhorrent behaviour, Logan also had to deal with feigning...romantic intimacy. Don’t get him wrong, Patton was a very nice guy. But...how would you feel knowing your first kiss would have to be fake for a theatre production? Bad. You would feel bad. So does Logan. Logan is sick of all of this, and by the end of the second week he finally snaps. 

When he hears that during Helpless he needs to kiss Patton, he doesn’t bother to hide his surprise. Of course, after he does, Roman decides to open his big dumb mouth. 

“What’s wrong, Microsoft nerd? Upset that your first kiss will be on the stage?” 

Patton reels back and glares at Roman almost instantly, opening his mouth to defend Logan, when Logan turns on Roman himself. 

“I am beginning to wonder if you ever just shut up,” Logan snaps, fists balled in anger.

“Because honestly, for the two weeks I have been in this theatre program, you have done nothing but spout off like a tea kettle about to boil over all because I happened to be better than you at one thing. So I am sincerely asking, do you ever shut up?”

Somehow, he has done the impossible. Roman is stunned into silence, his face goes red with anger. 

“How dare-” Is all he manages to get out before Thomas calls for a five-minute break. 

Thomas motions for Logan to come over to him, and he’s still fuming. If he were as dramatic as a certain hoity-toity theatre brat, he would be practically foaming at the mouth. Thomas is an adult, so he tries to pull himself together. 

“I apologize-” 

“Don’t. Roman kinda deserved that,” Thomas says with a smirk, “He’s a great kid, but he has a lot to learn.”

It’s his turn to be shocked into silence, because never in a million years would he expect an adult to enable such an outburst. 

“Really though, Logan, Just try not to let it happen again. I’ll let it slide this time, okay?”

With a nudge to the side and a kind smile, Logan is sent to have his break. 

Roman is quiet for the rest of the day. Logan could not be more pleased. Roman’s anger at him was unjustified and awful, he was overall awful. After today, he would need to add a negative rating to his charts. He doesn’t think he could ever get along with someone like Roman without eventually succumbing to his anger and strangling him. Logan knows his extreme anger is wrong, but Roman was just...just...absolutely, unbelievably, infuriating. Sitting in the lobby waiting for his father like usual, he is approached by Patton. Alone this time, without Virgil. Which is strange. 

“You look like you’re about to rip someone's head off,” Patton giggles out with a sympathetic smile. 

Logan sighs and gives him a little smirk, “My apologies, are you going to be getting a ride with Virgil tonight?”

“No, his dad is picking him up! I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out!”

“I-” Logan thinks on this for a while, then shrugs. It may be for the best. Patton has been very kind, and he has defended him when Roman was being a jerk.

“Sure, let me message my father.”

Patton’s car is a beat-up looking second-hand thing that looks like it rolled out of a dump. Inside, it’s actually very well taken care of. Patton calls the car “Christine” and pats her lovingly. Hanging from the rear-view mirror is a small frog-shaped air freshener that makes the car smell of strawberries. The seats are comfortable, and Patton’s music is sweet. Eventually they pull into a parking lot in a townhouse area, and as they walk down the street Patton waves and says hello to all his neighbours that are outside. 

“You know them all?” 

“Oh, yeah! Lots of them have babysat me, or my sisters! And I’ve babysat for them too!”

Huh. He didn’t know Patton had sisters. Though, the second they enter his house, it’s entirely obvious. 

In the living room, there are three young girls. Patton’s shoes are barely off when the two youngest ones rush him and engulf him in hugs. The older one walks over and smiles at Logan first.

“Hi, which one are you?” She asks, and Patton laughs.

“Delilah Ann! That’s not nice!”

“I’m Logan, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Lilah, I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly ‘cause Pat doesn’t shut up.”

Patton looks a little pouty, but Logan thinks he likes Lilah. She doesn’t look much like Patton at all. Her hair is more wavy than curly, and a very nice strawberry blonde colour. She doesn’t have glasses, and dresses very tomboyish, the only thing that ties them together are their freckled cheeks. She’s only thirteen, but Logan finds her interesting to talk to. While Patton is dealing with the younger ones, she tells him about how she wants to be a mortician and is the smartest in her family. Logan smiles a little while they have a mostly one-sided conversation. 

One thing the siblings have in common is certainly their talkative likability. 

The younger two are put to work on their homework at the dining table, and Patton begins to set up dinner. Logan sits next to the girls at the table, Delilah retreating to her room, chatting with Patton as he cooks. He offered to help but was denied at every turn. Something about him being a guest, and how he shouldn’t have to. They’re discussing their roles in the play when the youngest slams her head against the table dramatically.

“Patton! I don’t wanna do this anymore!” She whines, Patton puts some potatoes in a pot then brushes off his hands on his apron. 

“Do you need help, or do you need a break?” 

“Help!”

Logan peers over her paper and sees a bunch of simple multiplication questions, she must only be in second or third grade. 

He clears his throat, “If you’d like, I could help you.”

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Patton can Logan help me please!” 

Patton agrees, despite obviously looking at Logan and saying ‘You really don’t have to’ with his eyes. Logan likes to teach, he’s more than happy to help out. Especially since Elaine is extremely charming. You can definitely see how much she looks like Patton. Big square glasses, blonde hair in pigtails, tons of freckles dotting chubby cheeks. She acts like him too, spouting out awful dad jokes that make Patton lose it laughing in the kitchen. She tries her best to listen, and manages to actually complete her math homework with a pretty good mark. Her teacher will hopefully be impressed. Logan’s dad texts and asks if he needs to be picked up, but Elaine begs him to stay for dinner and...well he can’t say no, can he? Patton says he doesn’t have to stay, but he wants to. 

He’d never had siblings, it had always just been him and his parents. Though he loved them, and they loved him, it was so...lonely sometimes. He had always wanted a little brother or sister, maybe even a pet, but it never really happened. The energy in Patton’s house was somehow a perfect mix of lively and calm, they felt like they were really a family. Logan relished in it. The feeling of community, full of love so openly given and received. The most he had were very quiet holiday dinners with the few Larks who were left. He remembers being Elaine’s age, he felt so lonely. She wasn’t lonely though, she was full of love. So was Patton. It was very nice. He watches Patton cook and he chats with him while realizing he’s been much too harsh on him. His kindness wasn’t fake, there was no way. He was a real person who was actually that nice. He defended him out of the kindness of his heart. 

Ding.

hey logan wyd rn

Ah, Virgil. That was a pleasant surprise. 

I’m actually at Patton’s house. Elaine has roped me into staying for dinner.

He can almost hear Virgil’s little chuckle. 

yeah she does that hows sophie

Sophie? Oh, that must be the third sister. She’s very quiet, her eyes haven’t once looked upwards the whole time they’ve been sat together. 

“Ahem-Uhm-Sophie,” Logan starts, and Sophie looks up from her homework, “Virgil was wondering how you are?”

Her eyes light up, “I’m good. Is he going to come over?”

She’s good. She wants to know if you will be coming over.

hah, sure tell her to give me 20 

“Yes, give him twenty minutes.”

Sophie smiles, and Logan is reminded of Virgil almost immediately. She has dark brown hair that covers her face and a bit of a natural glare. Her smile is shy, and he wonders if Patton secretly stole Virgil’s little sister. 

It seems like it, even more, when Virgil actually gets there. Sophie’s entire demeanor changes. She becomes extremely talkative and tells Virgil all about how she’s got a new villager in her animal crossing town. Virgil entertains her with talking, going and helping Patton to cook. Logan gets up to help as well, but Virgil waves him away. Virgil looks like he belongs here, in this little dining room-kitchen. He’s laughing beside Patton, talking to both girls and Logan, helping cook and set the table. Logan can’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this before. While Patton is putting the food on the table, the door opens and a tired-looking woman enters. Virgil goes to greet her, and she smiles. Her hair is curly and blonde, her eyes are a cloudy green, she is covered in a smattering of freckles, and she looks...just like Patton. 

Logan gets up to go greet her as well. When she sees him she beams and it’s like he’s been confronted by the sun herself. 

“You must be Logan! Virgil and Patton talk my ears off about you!” She pats his head, and continues, “The boys just adore you! It’s about time you came for dinner!”

He almost can’t speak, and both Virgil and Patton whine about her embarrassing them, but he nods, “Thank you for having me, but I’ve only known them for two weeks, Ma’am.”

The woman looks a little confused, then laughs joyously, “No need for that, kiddo! Just call me Lisa, okay?” 

After patting him on the shoulder, she slinks by and greets all her children. Lilah has come back down, and the whole table is now filled to the brim. Dinner is filling and delicious, Patton really has a talent for the culinary arts. Which is strange considering Logan took him as someone who, like him, couldn’t cook to save his life.

After dinner, Patton brings Logan and Virgil to his room to hang out. They play video games, talk about anything they can manage, and by the time it’s late Logan is smiling. At nine, Elaine and Sophie are whining about Patton putting them to bed. Virgil and Logan wish them good night and Virgil drives Logan home. 

“Logan, I’ve gotta ask...why did you agree to hang out with Patton?”

“Well...I’m not actually sure. I think that I needed it.”

“How do you mean?”

Logan looks out the window and thinks to himself. Why? He’s never had friends, or much of a close family. He figured he agreed because well…

“Patton has something I don’t. It helped me understand him better to see what he has.”

Virgil accepted that, but Logan wasn’t sure he understood it fully. He’s not even sure he does. 

That night, Roman gets a negative two. Patton gets a ten, and written on his pages are the names and personalities of his family members. Along with that, is a very simple phrase. 

I have concluded that Patton is, indeed, a very good person.

Why it took him this long to come to terms with, he will never understand. 

[drawings-and-nightmares]

Blanket Forts and Frogs

Author/Writer/Whatever: Dreams Word Count: 1224 Quick Notes: Just some good platonic Smallsper, dudes Pairings: None, just some good platonic fluff!!!

Smalls was practically bouncing on their heels at this point, waiting for their best friend ever, Sniper, to arrive. The most amazing plan had been set into stone ages ago, and now they were both going to finally fulfill it. A blanket fort would be created, so big that it would basically covered the entire apartment. It had never been done before until now, and heck, if it wasn’t going to make world records, they didn’t know what would. They continued to gather pillows, blankets, sheets, and even their godang mattress, all for the sake of the best blanket fort to exist in complete and utter glory.

The buzzer beeped and they yelped, not really expecting it, despite knowing that someone was coming over. When Smalls realized who it probably was though, they frantically ran over to respond and open the door. They quickly wrapped their arms around Sniper, almost screaming out with laughter. Sniper, being the taller one, picked Smalls up and spun them around as she laughed, “Well hello to you too!”

Smalls laughed more, still hugging her, “Did you bring the stuff???”

Sniper smiled, and placed Smalls onto the ground, brandishing three garbage bags absolutely stuffed to the brim, “Of course I did! It isn’t gonna be the biggest blanket fort for nothing!”

Smalls smirked, and gestured around their living room, “Well then, let’s do this thing!”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, and dumped out the blankets and pillows that plagued the inside of the bags, “You ready?”

“Well, I should have some sort of purpose in this realm, so-“

Sniper sighed, “Are you saying that your whole purpose is to just build this blanket fort?...”

“.....Maybe….”

Sniper started to laugh again, “Jesus christ, Smalls….you’re too damn much sometimes-“

Smalls grinned happily, “Yeah, but that’s why we’re friends, right?”

She smiled, and sighed a bit, “Right. Now then….we were about to make a blanket fort, right?”

“A giant blanket fort, so be exact-“ They corrected, smirking a bit at Sniper.

Sniper just rolled her eyes and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. A giant blanket fort. The question is, how are we gonna wrap the blankets around everywhere?”

Smalls took in a breath to explain, but then was hit with the suddenness of, “I uh...didn't get that far, actually...maybe we just….heckin...tie them together???”

“So...you're suggesting that we...tie them?..How??”

They shrugged, “I mean like...we could also attach them to the walls and stuff with uh...duct tape??? Will that work???”

Sniper sighed, and started to just stand there, thinking for a moment or two, “...I mean...I guess it...technically would?...Do we even have duct ta-”

Smalls just held up two rolls of duct tape that they had somehow conjured. Sniper didn't question it much, and just took the rolls without asking anything that just might implode the world. Not for today, at least.

While Sniper was lost in thought, Smalls started to rock back and forth from heel to heel impatiently, “So….are we gonna use duct tape???? Or???”

She snapped out of it, “Huh?....Oh, yeah. This'll...hopefully work?...We might need a bit more duct tape, but hey, we’ll see where this goes, right?”

Smalls nodded happily, and they began the grueling task of taping the blankets’ ends to the wall, and trying to tie them all together in order to join up in the middle. You can imagine how unsuccessful this was, due to Smalls’ obvious lack of height.

Sniper sighed a bit, and grabbed the blankets, “Here. I'll put them up, and maybe you could get like, the pillows and mattress??? Does that sound like a good idea?”

They nodded in agreement, and immediately went off to find more pillows and blankets for their ultimate conquest. Smalls mostly flipped and flopped pillows and the mattress in random places when they found the supplies, but they also found a bunch of random fairy lights, so they hung them up on the ‘inside’ of the blanket fort, giggling a bit to themselves. Besides, all of the best forts needed so kind of light source, right?

Sniper, on the other hand, was still very busy with making sure that the blanket fort’s outsides wouldn't collapse. Luckily, she was both kind of tall, and somewhat clever, so there weren't any major problems or issues.

After a few hours, and yes, it did actually take that long, much to the two’s surprise, it was completed. Smalls was absolutely ecstatic, while Sniper was just glad to see her friend happy.

Smalls dashed off to their room, and grabbed their frog, Gnomeo Gregory Hilnon the Toag(Toad), or just Gregory for short. They placed the beautiful creature onto his own little pillow throne, and surrounded his kingdom with pictures of other frogs.

Sniper would’ve asked if she hadn’t known Smalls for all of her life already. In the meanwhile, she went to take pictures of the magnificent fort, because holy shit, it might actually be a record or something.

Eventually though, being bored with the picture taking, Smalls practically tackled Sniper, “Sniper!!! Wanna make some popcorn??”

She sighed in response, “More like I’ll make you some popcorn. Remember the stove incident?”

They continued to bounce, “But popcorn can be microwaved too!!!”

Sniper gave them an even blanker stare, “...Remember the microwave pancakes?...”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, those were delicious!!!”

“Mmm, yes, I love the taste of biohazardous pancakes-“

They huffed a bit, and puffed up their cheeks, “Can you please just make me some heckin popcorn????”

She smiled a bit, and ruffled their hair softly, “Yeah. Sure Smalls.”

With that, she went over to the stove. Despite the fact that the blankets were a serious fire hazard, she proceeded to make popcorn anyways. Of course, it got at least slightly burnt, but in her defense, she also had to watch out for the absolute embodiment of chaos, Smalls.

After taking out the popcorn though, she glanced around, and saw that Smalls was missing. How did they disappear in the span of a few seconds? Who knew.

However, Sniper crept around anyways, kind of debating whether or not to dump popcorn onto Smalls’ head when she saw them again.

She heard a creak behind her, along with the fizz of soda being opened, and threw the snack blindly. Sniper heard a small yell, and speak of the devil, it was Smalls themselves, holding two opened sodas with Gregory croaking on their shoulder.

Smalls crossed their arms as Sniper began to laugh, huffing under their breath, “Now that was just plain rude-“

Sniper snorted, “Oh yeah? What were you planning with those sodas, then?...”

“I was just going to...give them to you?...”

“Yeah. That’s a likely story.”

They looked away, and puffed their cheek out again. Sniper just smiled, and ruffled their hair again, “Come on. I’ll let you pick a movie to make it up to you. Absolutely any movie you want, we’ll watch. And that’s a pinky promise.”

Smalls looked up at her, a bit hopeful, “...High school musical?...”

She sighed, smiling even more, “High school musical.”

And with that, the two sat down on a complete mass of blankets and pillows, watching the complete trilogy of High School Musical, with Gnomeo Gregory Hilnon the Toag(Toad) by their sides.

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[theofficeofsupremegenius]

in the moonlight (part 1)

a prentiss fic in which emily is a witch!!! dedicated to my girl @badasprentiss <3

A/N: this took me like two months to write bc im very slow but im kind of proud of it! also, im definitely going to make this a series, so let me know if you want to be tagged in it <3

Word Count: 2,332

Warnings: blood mention, abduction mention, death mention

Snippet: “With the sun’s slow disappearance came the awakening of the woodland creatures, and Emily could feel your uneasiness. Every time an owl hooted or a coyote howled, your pace slowed and your breath quickened.”

I hope you enjoy!! <3

“Emily? I’m home!” You called to your roommate, setting your keys down on the table by the door. “Emily?” Coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t home, you strolled into the kitchen and pulled a power bar out of the pantry. “Sergio!! Here, kitty kitty.” Maybe Emily took him for a walk? You wouldn’t be surprised.

It’d been two weeks since you’d moved in, but your boxes were all still in the living room. You groaned as you remembered you’d promised Emily you’d take care of them today, but you knew you had to do it.

Muttering to yourself, you sorted through the boxes and finally unpacked everything you wanted in your room. Now you just had to move all the rest of the boxes down into the storage space. You tried to fit everything into two boxes, grabbed your keys, and headed towards the storage unit by your apartment.

~

You set the boxes down on the ground and typed your code into the pad by the door. Slowly, it began to slide up, and you reached down to pick the boxes up again. Standing up again, you looked inside to see Emily standing inside.

She was standing behind a cauldron, stirring it with a hugeass stick, and was surrounded by shelves and shelves of plants and trinkets. There was even a crystal ball on the table near her. Sergio, her black cat, was sitting next to it. You looked up at her and she looked back at you. Neither of you said anything for a solid 40 seconds.

Finally, you managed to say “What the fuck?”

“Uhhh, I can explain. Sit down.” She gestured to one of the chairs by the table. “Close the door.”

You listened, and after you sat, she did too. Sergio jumped up onto your lap and began to purr as you stroked him. Emily started to say something, but paused and gathered her thoughts. “Okay, look.” She brushed her long black hair behind her shoulder and clasped her hands in front of her. “God, it’s hot in here.” She shimmied her black leather jacket off of her, revealing the soft, long sleeved, pink v-neck that you were so fond of. “Uh, okay, so I’m a witch. Um, I found out when I was about 10 years old, and I’ve managed to hide it until now, so if you didn’t tell anyone about this, I’d really appreciate that.”

“What?”

“I’m a witch.” She said again, giggling nervously.

“Shit, Prentiss, I thought you were just doing something for Halloween.”

“Oh, damn, I wish I’d thought of that.” She stood and and walked over to the cauldron, her black high heels clacking on the floor. “You can go back to the apartment now. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I’m also not going back to the apartment now though; I’m curious as to what you’re making!” You followed her to the cauldron and peered inside. “What are you making it for?”

“Oh my god, don’t get so close to it.” She chuckled and gently nudged you out of the way. “It’s… okay it’s kind of complicated. Are you sure you want to know? It’s kind of intense.”

“Yes, of course!” You smiled widely and went back to sit in the chair.

Emily involuntarily grinned; every time you smiled she just couldn’t help but do it as well. She was actually really glad that you found out about her secret, too. You were one of her best friends and she’d been needing to talk to someone about everything that was happening. “Okay, so, it’s basically just a potion to make you stronger. And the reason I’m making it is because I’m going to need it Halloween night.”

“Why?”

“Well, there’s this wizard. Sephterani.”

“Damn, that’s a cool name.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it is, but he’s also kind of evil. You see, there are some monsters he wants to release into the world. He can only do it at midnight on Halloween though, and he needs to say a spell after drinking a specific potion.”

“What? What monsters? What potion?”

“The monsters… they’re…” Emily shuddered. “They’re terrible. I really hope you never have to find out what they do. And the potion: it gives you the ability to communicate with them. I think I can find the recipe.”

She turned and scanned the bookshelf behind her. “Here.” She tipped the leather book out of its spot and set it down on the table. “This book is actually illegal in the magic world, but I have it just so I can figure out what I need to prevent.” Emily winked at you and held her finger to her mouth. “Sh.” She flipped through the soft yellow pages, dust flying into the air, until she found what she was looking for. Her finger trailed down the page and she softly murmured the words to herself. “He needs the hearts of 4 humans, 10 liters of pig blood, fur from a black cat, enchanted kukumaca, nightbloom roots, frog legs, a nightingale’s wing, and 3 drops of his own blood.”

“I’m sorry? Excuse me? Did you say the hearts of 4 humans? As in, actual human beings? Is this fucking Snow White or something?”

“Yes, actual humans. I need to stop him from not only releasing the monsters but creating the potion as well.” Emily looked up from the book to check your reaction. You were taking it better than she could have hoped; she knew this must have been pretty shocking, and maybe scary too. She wasn’t really all that surprised though, you’d always been one of the bravest people she knew.

“Oh, shit. Okay, I want to help.” You stood, and Sergio leapt off of your lap. “I want to help you.”

“No, you can’t.” Emily said forcefully. “It’s dangerous, and you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself against him.”

“It’s dangerous for you too, Emily. And I want to help you, I can’t let you do this alone.”

“I can’t let you help me. I’m a fucking witch; I can protect myself. Do you have any idea how devastated I’d be if something happened to you?” Her eyes pierced into you, and her words shook as she spoke. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“I have to help you. I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

“You’re going to have to! Because my answer is no.”

“Emily, I am not going to let you do this alone.” You set your hand on top of hers and stroked it with your thumb. “It’ll be okay.”

Emily was quiet for a minute. She wouldn’t be able to take it if anything bad happened to you but she really did need help with this, and you really did want to help. After a few more moments of silent contemplation, she finally decided that she would let you help, but as soon as you were in danger she was going to send you back home.

“The first thing we need to do is figure out where he is.” She sat in front of the crystal ball, and you followed suit. Placing her hands around the crystal, she began to chant in what seemed to be another language. The ball began to fill with a light fog, swirling and pushing against the edges as if it were trying to escape. You finally heard her say a word you recognized, “Sephterani”, and the fog began to clear to reveal a dark wooded area.

“Where is that?” You asked.

“I think that’s down by Henson’s Creek.” Emily swiftly put her jacket back on, placed a few vials full of potions in the pockets, and grabbed a broomstick. You had no idea how she knew where it was from just a bunch of trees, but you were glad she did. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, don’t you need like, your hat or something?”

“My hat? Do you mean a pointy witch’s hat?” Emily scoffed. “We don’t wear those.”

“I mean, you have a broomstick, a crystal ball, a cauldron, and a black cat. I had to ask.” You teased.

~

By the time the two of you got to Henson’s creek, dusk had arrived. You hopped off the back of Emily’s broomstick, your stomach still churning from the ride. Smoothing your hair down, you watched as she somehow fit the broomstick into her small bag.

She gestured for you to follow her through the woods, but as she looked back at you and thought about how dangerous this could be, she wasn’t sure she made the right decision in allowing you to come.

With the sun’s slow disappearance came the awakening of the woodland creatures, and Emily could feel your uneasiness. Every time an owl hooted or a coyote howled, your pace slowed and your breath quickened. Finally, even though it might alert Sephterani of your presence, Emily lit up the end of her wand like a flashlight so that you could feel a bit better.

“Emily?” You whispered. “What are we gonna do once we find him?”

“Well, first I’m gonna try to talk him down. And if that doesn’t work, I’m going to have to fight him.”

“Like, a fist fight? Or spells and stuff?”

“Uh, spells and stuff, I guess. But hopefully it won’t come to that.” As nervous as she was, Emily knew she had to keep up a brave face to keep you at ease. “And it probably won’t. I can be very persuasive.”

You nodded and continued walking beside her.

“Sh.” Emily suddenly stopped and held out her arm in front of you. “Do you see that?”

Squinting, you peered into the darkness. “Yeah, I do. Holy shit.”

A bit ahead of you were 4 people, unconscious, and tied to a tree. Emily raced towards them and you trailed close behind her. She knelt down beside them and cut the people free; they all fell to the ground with gentle thuds. She took her wand and muttered something, tapping each of them on the forehead.

“What was that for?” You asked, kneeling next to her.

“So that they won’t remember this.” Prentiss said gently.

You nodded and stood back up. “Why would Sephterani just leave them here? Why not just kill them right away? I mean, I’m glad that we got to them before he did, but I don’t quite understand how we did. Where is he?”

“I’m not sure.” Emily sighed. “It’s possible we’re walking right into a trap, but at least we’ve saved them.” She gestured towards the people lying on the dirt, and with a flick of her wand, they disappeared. “They’re all in the town center park now. They’ll be confused, but they’ll find their way home.”

You stared down at your shoes, unsure of what to say. Maybe it had been a mistake to come along with Emily; you really did want her safe, but what could you do about it? You weren’t sure that you could help her, and maybe you were even making it harder on her.

As if she could read your mind, Emily spoke. “Hey, I’m really glad you came with me. This is really creepy, and it’s nice to have you here.”

You nodded and smiled, looking back down at your shoes.

“So now we wait.” Emily lifted her chin and leaned back against the tree. “He’ll come back soon enough. Definitely before midnight.”

The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher, it was hours later but Sephterani still hadn’t come back. Both of your suspicions that it was somehow a trap were getting stronger. But there you were, waiting anyway. The two of you talked the entire time, trying to fill the scared silence. Slowly, each of you came to the realization that you felt most comfortable together.

You learned about her past: she was 13 when she found out she was a witch, and she struggled to hide it from her parents. When she was finally leaving for college, she went to one that taught magic while pretending to be a normal college. Their acceptance rate was 6.3%, because so many non-magical people applied to it thinking it was just a really good college. When Emily graduated, she knew she needed a normal job to keep her parents off her back, so she applied to the FBI. That way, she could still be helping people, even if it wasn’t with her magic. Once she came into contact with Sephterani, though, it started to interfere with her work, and she had to leave a few times to track him down. She was hoping to one day stop him once and for all.

And she learned about you and your past: how strong and kind you were, the hardships you’d been through, and the times you’d been most happy. She also learned that she was starting to fall in love with you.

Emily couldn’t take her eyes off of you. The moonlight lit up your skin, sparkled in your eyes, and glowed on your hair. She looked down at her hand to see that yours was placed on top, but she didn’t know if you had put it there out of affection or out of fear. God, how she hoped it was affection.

As you looked up at the moon, Emily softly called your name. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too, Prentiss.” You turned to look at her, and she started leaning in. She was so close you could feel her breath on your lips, but suddenly she gasped and pulled away.

“I like you as well, Emily Prentiss.” A deep voice came from above you. Sephterani had come out of nowhere, and he lowered onto the ground, his dark green cloak billowing around him and scattering the fog that had arrived along with him. “It’s too bad that I’m going to have to kill you.”

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[trisabelle]

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 an arbitrary number of people to be tagged. I was tagged by the amazing @canitellusmthin !! I love ya, you diamond in the rough (tumblr. tumblr is the rough)

LAST:

Last Drink: Water!

Last Phone Call: My Dad calling to ask if we needed any groceries.

Last Text Message: To my sister asking if she remembered the wifi password. Unless you count IM's in general, in which case, saying goodnight to my bf and gf!!

Last Song You Listened To: Memory by Koethe Koethe, while I was dressing this morning. Well, afternoon..

Last Time I Cried: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I am a babby but I rarely cry and tend to try to forget about t if I do.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated Someone Twice: Nope

Been Cheated On: No

Kissed Someone and Regretted It: Only ever kissed one person, didn't regret it even if we didn't work out together.

Lost Someone Special: For a while a friend dropped off the internet for about a month after being really suicidal.. thought she died but she came back. That was years ago though

Been Depressed: I'm depress in this binch 25/7 my dudes

Been Drunk and Thrown Up: Never been drunk, never drank alcohol ever and don't want to

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a New Friend: Ye!

Fallen Out of Love: No

Laughed Until You Cried: YUP. Memes do that to me. Also, that video of two hamsters with a hamster wheel on its side, and they keep spinning it until it whips them around and they just keep going until they're at lightspeed

Met Someone Who Changed You: The people that come to mind; Jay, Liz, and the two who I plan to spend my life with, Matt and Lizzy!!!!! 💖💖💖

Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: This.. is very vague.. yes..????

GENERAL:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: A few I've met in real life when I went to visit a girlfriend at the time down in California.

Do you have any pets?: A Doge (Steve), a Doogler (Molly), and a recently adopted fishy!! His name is Gillbert.

Do you want to change your name?: Nop!! I'm super happy with my name. Mostly because Tris isn't really gender specific and I like that

What time did you wake up this morning?: "Morning" hahahhahhahahahahahhahahah

What were you doing last night?: Just reading once I was in bed. Before that I was getting FO4 modded and talking to the bae's

Name something you cannot wait for: LIFE IS STRANGE: BEFORE THE STORM - EPISODE 3 HELL IS EMPTY

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My great-granddad. He died a while back but I remember him. He built a bunch of stuff for my Thomas the tank engine sets. Also my middle name was after him

What’s getting on your nerves rn?: i,m tired

Blood type: ye

Nickname: Tris

Relationship status: In a closed triangle!! I know my trigonometry from an intimate perspective c;

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. Did I spell it right

Pronouns: He/him, but idfc honestly. I have a feeling they're he/him just because I'm so used to it, even tho I totally identify as a boy

Favorite tv show: Sense8. The beautiful masterpiece collision between scifi, drama, and an expression of just what humanity is

College: Not yet!! Should he doing some college courses starting January

Hair colour: Black!! Or rly rly rly dark brown. Used to be chestnut brown but maybe I'm just crazy

Long or short: Hair? Or height? I have longish hair for a boy, it's not far past my shoulders and hella curly. Once I get the courage it'll be in a lil ponytail. And height, I'm 5"6' or however you write it. Five foot six. I wanna be smol™

Do you have a crush on someone: Ye. On my Big Frog and Giant Frog

What do you like about yourself: (awkward laugh) haha yeah totally

FIRSTS:

First surgery: Colonoscopy. Sorry if tmi, but it's true. I've had a few

First piercing: NOPE

First best friend: Jonas. We stopped talking soon after starting high school but he was in a car crash recently and almost died, and we've started talking a bit again

First sport you joined: Soccer. Never sported again

First vacation: Not sure.. earliest I remember is a trip not too far away to a vacation house with the extended family.

First pair of sneakers: Idfk.. I never cared about shoes. Just let them be plain and comfy

Eating: Right now? Nothing

Drinking: I was drinking water a minute ago

I’m about to: sleeeeeeeeeeep

Listening to: The menu theme from Before the Storm

Want kids: Ye!!! I've never seen myself doing anything other than adopting tho, even though I'm not dedicated to that idea.

Get married: YE. The idea of being proposed to???????? (Hand slamming button meme)

Career: Um

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes. I love them lips but EYESSSS

Hugs or kisses: BITCH DONT DO THIS TO ME. I CAN HAVE BOTH!!!!!!

Shorter or taller: I wanna be the short one!!!!!! PLEASEEEEE

Older or younger: I don't care! (Lowkey lying)

Romantic or spontaneous: Why.. why not both.. These don't conflict..

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive I guess?

Hook up or relationship: BINCH I WANT DEM FEELS NOT JUST FUCKS

Troublemaker or hesitant: What.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: Nope. Only kissed 1 person ever

Drank hard liquor: Never even drank once

Lost glasses/contacts: don't have either

Sex on first date: Only really had like two dates, and she was no sex before marriage (which I totally respect and honestly I wasn't ready anyways)

Broken someone’s heart: Quite possibly.. I seem to cause a lot of negative emotions for the people around me..

Been arrested: Lol. I'm a goodie two shoes, a law abiding citizen,

Turned someone down: Ye. We're still in contact, I'm hoping they're doing well and I didn't let them down.. they deserve happiness!

Fallen for a friend: Nope

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: No I'm a myth

Love at first sight: While I believe in attraction at first sight, and that may lead to true love, there's no way to instantly know for sure they're your soulmate. But don't ignore that instinct, our hearts are smarter than us in these things.

Heaven: No. I've never believed in anything required blind faith, but honestly, I have so much respect for those that do. That's a lot of strength to believe despite the struggle

Santa Claus: I certainly believe some nut changed their legal name to Santa for shits and giggles.

Yay!!! All done and it only took me ~40 mins when I should be ASLEEP. I'm egg. But it's my birthday, I can do what I want!! Happy 20th to me c:

I tag a reasonable amount of people, not 25: @wastedhearts @raggedymancomegetme @richard-vs-marty @the-pretty-kitten @sheikahstone @dipper-the-destructor @feathersandstripes @gayerthanthefourthofjuly @crabbieapple @brokenheartsbleedtheblues @notyouraveragebl0g @moonlit-battlefield @starrchild @runekitten @mbesham @cocoa-n-donuts

Don't do this if you don't want to!! And if you do but weren't tagged feel free!!! c: