#kat and ethan

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - Kat Hernandez

[aenslem]

Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001) || 1.03 "Parallax"

[bumblesimagines]

this is just flirting. this will always be just flirting.

that's not what you used to say.

Maddy Perez

this is just flirting. this will always be just flirting.

that's not what you used to say.

pronouns: he/him, m!reader

Madeleine Perez had always been a force to be reckoned with. From an early age, she'd always been certain of herself and it shone through her confidence. She was the pretty popular girl with equally pretty popular friends. The cheerleader who dated the star quarterback. The girl who got everything she wanted one way or another.

Or, well, she had almost everything she wanted.

(Y/N) Daley. She'd barely given him a single thought growing up. He'd always been in the background, just another classmate and neighbor who blended in and stayed out of the more popular friend circles. Then, he changed from classmate to project buddy and it blossomed from there.

Maddy loved the attention. She loved the knowledge that she was wanted by others. Nate bruised her ego, he always did eventually, but it'd mend when she locked lips with some random guy who looked at her as if she were an angel that walked the Earth. Guys chased after her with hopes of getting with one of the prettiest girls in school and in hopes of finally one-upping Nate Jacobs. (Y/N) had been one of those guys. His head would turn when she walked by. He'd perk up when she spoke to him. He allowed her to dance around the subject of a relationship. He took the shoulder checks from Nate Jacobs when his friendship with her became known. And then, that disappeared, suddenly and abruptly the attention she had grown to desire and look forward to vanished. 

Not knowing knawed away at her like an anxiety she'd never experienced before. Nate always made her feel small during their fights, made her feel like a lost child looking for their home. He always made her worry, always ran circles in her mind each night. But this time, it'd been (Y/N) fucking Daley doing all those things. It hadn't been until Cassie, confused and concerned at her side, asked a simple yet heart-stopping question. 

"Maddy, do... do you think you love him?" She'd asked, voice soft and delicate as she ran her fingers through Maddy's raven locks. Maddy's body had stiffened, her whole body tensing at the mere mention of love. It had made Cassie backtrack and switch topics, but the question weighed heavy on her mind. She loved Nate. Or, she thought she did at least. He was everything she needed. Well-off, popular, good family, good future. She'd never have to work a day in her life with him, just as she always wanted. But did she actually want Nate or did she desire the life he could provide her?

Maddy couldn't concentrate, even with a bottle of cheap beer in one hand and BB's vape in the other. She stared at the swarm of teenagers grinding and dancing together, drunken voices singing along to a generic song playing over the speakers. Her nail clinked against the brown glass, a slow rhythm as her hawk eyes searched for his familiar face. Cassie stood at her side, phone in hand and her bright screen illuminating her face as she frantically typed. Likely another fight with McKay. Kat stood at her other side, her phone also in hand but awaiting a message. Finally, her phone vibrated. 

"Okay, Ethan says they're he-" Maddy passed the beer and vape off to a barely conscious BB and walked forward, those with sober minds immediately stepping out of the way for her. She slipped around the tipsy and drunk ones, calling out sharp 'excuse me's and 'move's until she reached the less crowded front door and watched with bated breath. It creaked open and Ethan stepped through with his phone clutched tightly to his chest. His brother followed with his phone in hand as well, his brows dipped and eyes focused on the screen in deep concentration. 

"Hey, Maddy." Ethan greeted, trying to sound casual but the high-pitched end to his greeting failed him. She plastered a fake smile for him and motioned over her shoulder in the direction of Kat, watching him nod in thanks and disappear into the crowd. (Y/N) lifted his head and dragged his eyes away from his phone at Ethan's movements, lips jutting out in slight offense at his brother's abandonment. His head tilted in her direction and they locked eyes, prompting her to glide over to him.

"Why do I feel like you're avoiding me?" She asked, arching one brow and folding her arms over her chest. She'd chosen a good dress, the dress that always drew eyes to her wherever she went. (Y/N)'s eyes, however, remained on her face and his casual shrug made her skin prickle. Her arms fell to her sides and she groaned, catching his arm and pulling him down a lonely hallway. He grunted quietly but otherwise didn't protest. 

It was foreign territory. Maddy Perez wasn't one to beg or chase or be tripped up over a guy. No, she was the one who turned the other cheek and moved on to the next prize that would have Nate doing all those things for her. Yet, there she was, standing in the middle of a dimly lit hallway because a guy- her crush- had decided to ignore her. How the mighty fall.

"Why are you so worked up, Mads? We're... classmates who occasionally flirt. This is just flirting. This will always be just flirting."

"That's not what you used to say." 

"No, it's what you used to say." She blinked, and then her heart sank into the pits of her stomach. "Why would I waste my time when you're always going to go back to Nate? I'm the rebound, remember? The guy you to go when Nate leaves and then ditch when he comes back. I'm not mad about it, Mads. I'm just treating you how you've always treated me."

"I-"

"And I prefer it this way."

[snflwricons]

im back 🩹

[stqrgirl3]

𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘!!!

@celestialserenity24 - andrea⋆.˚🌕⋆⭒˚｡⋆

@ameliascreampuffs - ames˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.

@marshadowstea - marshiee ⋆｡°•☁️ (I LOVE YOU I SWEAR /gen)

@sxfiaaa - sof ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

@buunnyb00 - bunny ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

@cherryswift13 - cherry🍪⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

@vintagetee13 - aimee‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

@edsbug - bug₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

@sleepy-vix - vix｡𖦹°‧★

@daydream-of-a-wallflower - kat ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚𐚁๋࣭

@justafanbutcurious - duru!༄˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

@academic-vampire - jack ⋆.ೃ࿔ᵕ̈.𖦹📜ˎˊ˗

@sleepinginmygrave - jupiter˖°𓇼🐋⋆🫧

@thatswh3n - bee ⋆｡°•🌧️

@julyrivers - river 🌊⋆ ₊˚

@annie-one - annie ˚₊‧⁺⋆🌿

@dinosaurthecaliforniagirlanon - dino ༘ .⋆𖦹 🦕⋆｡˚

@andytheoverthinker -

@icanttalkimhavingacrisis - joy! 𖤓°⋆࿔*

@marylily-my-beloved - fatima ࿔𝜗𝜚˚⋆

@all-too-unwell-13 - rose!⋆౨ৎ˚🧣⟡˖ ࣪

@eef-stars - ethan ✧˚🪐♡

@prongsbitch - james!🦌๋࣭ ⭑☆｡

@definitionoffuckup - my starry night ‧₊˚𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝

@ravenwordss - raven✧˚⋆｡˚𓄿

@garden-of-carnations -

@glcive -

@seekmemystar - itar!˙✧˖°🪷🛺⋆｡˚

@bonsai-willis - bonsai𓇢𓆸 ₊˚🌱 ₊

@im-on-crack-send-help - riyanaa⋆⁺₊❄️.

@thatrandommatildafan - matty ✩°｡🧸

@sotiredimbored - kuko!·˚𓆉 ༘₊·

@czaixxrose - czai🦈๋࣭ ⭑˚˖𓍢ִִ໋

@inanan15 - naan౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪💗ྀིྀི

(!!!these arent all my moots if i havent added u here i swear i love u soso much ofgskjfj ive only added the few ones i talk to alot this is mainly for me to keep track of the tags :( im srry if i didnt add u id love to talk more tho!!!! <333

uhhhh also i wasnt able to find a few of the tags for yall so like ??? i swear i will ksfjsjgj also also can yall give me ur tumblr names too if its like not on ur blog or smth ? :) thankuuusjd

[wholesome-holland]

euphoria masterlist!

emily’s navigation rules for requesting

rue bennett

to be added!

fezco o’neill

look whose got a torch

mini me (lwgat part two)

empty house

ashtray o’neill (platonic only!)

nightmares

mini me (lwgat part two)

maddy perez

lovesick

karma’s a bitch

cassie howard

permanent mistakes

clingy

lexi howard

to be added!

kat hernandez

to be added!

jules vaughn

to be added!

nate jacobs

to be added!

ethan daley

to be added!

faye

to be added!

elliot

to be added!

gia bennett (platonic only!)

to be added!

[stairstothe7th]

I hope one of these is how y'all perceive me

[cabinseventheaterchick]

Two weeks after the defeat of Kronos:

I wake up with only one thing thrumming through me: abject terror. I try to breathe, to inhale, but my body won’t follow my commands, and I’m trapped in a cocoon of bedsheets immobilizing me, and my cheeks are dripping with fast-drying tears. 

Another night. Another nightmare. This is just how it happens when the battle’s through with you, but you’re not through with the battle.

The memories of it have already started to fade, but somewhere inside me I know what it was about.

The Titan Army. What else?

A hand rests on my shoulder. “Kat. You’re safe,” says someone. And of course, it’s not Ethan. 

Ethan would always be right beside me when I woke up screaming from another nightmare. He’d help me take a deep breath. To inhale. Exhale. “It’s okay. We’re doing this for a reason. We’ll make the gods finally pay attention to us,” he’d said. That didn’t wave away the bleeding bodies from my nightmares, though. Just gave us a reason to keep fighting, I guess. A reason to live by the cause.

But now Ethan’s dead and I’m in the Big House at Camp Half-Blood, along with the small group of Titan’s Army kids they’re trying to rehabilitate. 

The ones that made it out of the war alive, that is.

Everything’s flooding back to me all at once and it just makes me cry harder. The man—no, centaur—next to me shifts uncomfortably. “Kat. Are you okay?” Chiron asks me. “Can I help?”

The question somewhat surprises me, but I shake my head, curling up to bury my face in the sheets. The door clicks shut as Chiron leaves reluctantly, and I hear the fading hoofsteps as he goes back downstairs.

I have to remember that I can’t trust anyone. Ethan lied to me, Chiron’s an enforcer of the gods, and I’m sure half the campers would be glad to kill an ex-Titan Army soldier given the chance. 

I’ve just gotta keep myself alive. All the rest comes after that. And if it means I have to catch the first train to NYC and fend off a legion of monsters myself, so be it. Less interpersonal connections? Perfect. Less people to die and leave me behind.

Again.

And again

And again.

No, it’s much better off to guard myself closely. 

But as I drift off to sleep, I still can’t stop myself wishing that I could see everyone again. Wishing that no one had died. Wishing that I wasn’t doomed to hide.

Gods, do I wish Ethan was here.

[blueribbonbaby]

More euphoria- behind the scenes

[lonesomedreamer]

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (2009)

1x01 → 1x07

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Teamiplier 2023

5 years later and they still glowing up🥹

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria- Halloween

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

Mourner of kat and ethan from euphoria every day :(

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

"We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers"

Title: Like a Sword Upon Our Hearts Pairings: Janus & Remy (Sleep) Summary: When Remy ventured into a tavern for a good drink and merriment during Winter's End celebration, he could hardly expect to find an intriguing figure lingering conspicuously on the outskirts. Word-Count: 1.9k Warnings: Fantasy AU, Magic, First Meetings, Abuse Mentions, Alcohol This oneshot is set in the same AU as Heard No More and it is a prequel fic exploring the backstories of Janus and Remy. You can read this as a standalone fic, Janus and Remy are both in their early twenties in this.

- Remy takes a sip of his mulled wine to hide a smile from curling across his lips. There is a boisterous crowd at Nate's tavern tonight; loud, voracious types that rather fancy an ale than celebrating Winter's End with family.

There is, of course, more than ale to consume. A traveling bard troupe performs on the tavern's meager attempt for a stage, their elbows raised at awkward angles to avoid smacking each other in the face while they play their instruments. Sweet melodious tunes play regardless of their unfortunate close proximity. The crowd shouts more than they do sing the carols, the lyrics confidently incoherent in their sway.

There are straying eyes, sordid whispers and hands grasping other hands leading out the door. Some are bold enough to clasp onto each other in the tavern itself, pressing mouths tightly to one another until inevitably a gasp of air breaks them apart.

As the music swells, the crowd's shouts grow wilder as flickering orange illusions dance above the bard troupe. It takes the shape of fireworks, streaks of lights that flash and fade into bigger and grander bursts of color.

It is the work of the flutist, who is still playing in tandem of their accompanists. A talented Ether-Blessed, to be able to perform music while wordlessly crafting a beautiful light show.

His sister Maude would scoff, her hands flying dismissably: 'So what? The Ether cares not for words, but the innate desires of its Blessed.'

She is right, of course. But their parents have other thoughts on the matter.

But in the midst of this joyous chaos, Remy's attention is relegated entirely to a man sitting alone in the far corner of the tavern. The man sits straight in his chair, his hands folded carefully into his lap. There is a dark velvet cloak resting around his shoulders, the hood drawn back to reveal a face.

One that is handsome by conventional means, a strong jawline that gives way to tousled wavy blond hair. It is darkened due to the dimming sunlight of wintertime, but Remy knows it is a blinding white in summertime. It is also normally slicked back, its waves contained into clean lines. The tunic and trousers look plain, too plain for the wiry frame it covers. The man's eyes give himself entirely away, a hazel with flecks of gold if one examined closely. To which, Remy has.

Remy can't help it. He chortles quietly into his mulled wine. How has the bastard made it this far into a tavern unscathed? People have floated by his table, exchanging hearty good tidings with what they assume is just a traveler passing through.  A few have invited him for a dance or a drink and leave presumably being politely declined.

None have made the same connection Remy has, although very few have lived the life Remy has.

No longer able to satiate his curiosity from afar, Remy rises up from his spot, taking his mulled wine with him. A couple eagerly take his seat, cuddling close together to make it work. Remy minds it no heed, as he causally strolls through the crowd.

"Good tidings to the end of winter!" Someone shouts at him.

"As are unto you!" Remy replies back, as customary.

"Remy, good to see you, come dance with us." Another regular says.

"Another time," Remy says. So, on and on it goes, exchanging pleasantries with stranger and familiar alike until he finds himself sitting down in front of his chosen target.

"Greetings, good tidings to the end of winter to you." Remy says, raising his mulled wine towards the man.

He looks at Remy, examining him in a detached way that one would bear towards a stranger. He is a good actor, but it seems as though he does not recognize him.

Remy could hardly blame him. A man like him as little reason to remember fleeting faces.

"As are unto you," The man says at last, raising his own choice of poison towards him. Their glasses clink and then they both take a sip.

"So what brings you here this Winter's End?" Remy asks, lazily swirling his mulled wine with a finger.

The man shakes his head, smiling, "Why the same as anyone who crosses this tavern's threshold--I simply seek a respite from the cold to that of an atmosphere filled with warmth and merriment."

The man's flowery prose betrays him even further.

"Is that simply so?" Remy asks, "Well then, you are fortunate to have visited this tavern tonight."

The man stares at him, a flash of something in his eyes. "Oh? And why is that?"

"The tavern is packed, and everyone is too sloshed out of their minds to pay you little heed. On a quieter night however..." Remy's voice trails off.

He gives the man a knowing look before raising a hand and flicking his fingers in the shape symbolizing the letter 'P.' He then takes that hand, tapping it on the right front of his chest before tapping it against his left hip. The motion mimicking a sash across one’s torso.

The man's smile doesn't break, but his grip on his mug hardens.

"I am not sure I know what you attempt to convey." He says, coolly.

"Oh c'mon," Remy rolls his eyes, "The tunic and trousers are fine, but that velvet cloak gives you away completely. If not the cloak, then your poise and the way you speak."

"We seem to be at a misunderstanding," The man rebuts, "I am a merchant from Golic, here for business. Nothing more, nothing less."

If Remy didn't know better, he would take the man's word for it. Instead, he laughs as he draws closer to the man in a hushed tone. Not like it matters in a tavern content to revel in the drowning of ale and clamorous celebration.

"Then, pray tell, why you bear a striking resemblance to one Prince Janus?"

There is that flash in his eyes again, yet Janus's face remains placid. He takes a long sip of his beverage, staring Remy down.

"Who are you?" Janus eventually asks, when its apparent Remy will offer no further elaboration of his own.

"My parents gifted me the name Rembrandt Noctis, I prefer the name Remy myself." Remy introduces himself, making a slight bow in his seat, "We met once, in passing, although I forgive you for forgetting my charm and good looks."

"Rembrandt Noctis?" Janus mutters under his breath. There is a dreaded spark of recognition from his surname. "The appointed magistrate heir of the Noctis order?"

"Former appointed heir," Remy says, correcting him, "To my parents' great dismay, I have a love of the carefree, laidback life."

By the display of his scrutinizing gaze, Janus doesn't seem to believe him. He does not challenge him, instead shifting to a different question.

"Why are you here?" Janus asks. It is more than that one question. It is also "Are you a threat?" and "What is a mage from a prestigious family doing in a rowdy tavern?" and "How did you know it was me?"

Remy chooses to answer them all at once.

"Same as what you said earlier, 'a respite from the cold' and all that," Remy gestures all around the tavern. The bard troupe has started up a Tilmaroy ballad, one that draws hoots and hollers from the crowd.

Remy can't help himself as he stomps a foot against the worn wooden floor to the beat of the music. "Although it is more than the cold, isn't it? I think we're kindred souls, you and I. We're here to forget the fact we were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers."

"I didn't know a pacifist mage order had sins to bear."

"Pacifist can be defined in more than one way," Remy laughs, "same way that a doting benevolent king to his 'sickly' son can be."

Janus's mouth twists. He raises his glass to that, before downing its remaining contents. Remy has only heard rumors, a tale of a spare button, the fifth horseshoe, a second-born prince seconds away from being the first born.

Citizens of the kingdom know there are two princes. They have seen very little of their second-born prince. The tale that is told is that he is sickly, too weak to wander outside his bedroom for long intervals.

He only had one encounter with the prince before this. It was at a meeting between the heads of prominent mage orders and the royal council. Remy's parents had dragged him in attendance, to sit still and observe.

Janus was there, in place of his brother Ethan. No one had known, for the two looked identical. Or rather, those touched by the Ether looked the other way.

"He is acting in the Crown Prince's stead, for all intents and purposes, that is the Crown Prince, so you will address him as such." His mother explained to him, her nails digging into his shoulder.

The Ether sung otherwise. It sung not of a scorching sun or a thunderous thunderstorm, instead it sung of sunlight on a gentle spring day. A brilliant yellow, spun from fine wool. A lonely howl of a wolf without a pack. Tremors of a sapling without a forest to shield it from fierce gales. A milk snake slithering through the grasses, easily mistaken at a glance for its dangerous counterpart. A puppet hanging by a single thread, forced to echo words and actions that are not its own.

Even in the present, does the Ether sings of such things. Remy wonders what Janus would think of the Ether's portrait of him. Perhaps one day, he'll reveal it to him.

Remy shakes his head from such musings, downing the rest of his own drink. The swell of the music rises, as the ballad reaches Remy's favorite part. Impulsively, he rises to his feet, ignoring the slight wooziness of his inebriation.

"Would you care to dance?" He asks, offering up his hand, "it's not Winter's End without a dance to celebrate."

"Would I look out of place for not dancing?"

"Oh most certainly," Remy says, smirking, "best to not cast unwanted eyes your direction."

That is enough for Janus's hand to slip into his own. It is cold and unexpectedly calloused for a noble. Especially for a supposed sickly shut-in. Remy gleefully pulls Janus into the throngs of the crowd, towards the center where a circle for dancing has formed.

Janus, of course, is a trained dancer. He is not a trained dancer in the folk dances that this ballad dictates. So, Remy readily assumes the lead, guiding him through spins and twirls. To his delight, Janus is a quick learner, latching onto the steps with ease.

The crowd yells in drunken delight.

"Wow look at them go!"

"Hey Remy, save some for the rest of us!"

The ballad reaches its climax, the fiddle's notes screeching faster and faster. Remy looks at Janus, "You ready?"

"Ready for what--"

Remy laughs, as he spins Janus endlessly on the dying refrain of the ballad. He does not stop until the music ends, to which he pulls Janus back to him, his body close against his own. Janus's face is flushed, his face pinched with exertion. Remy worries for a moment the man will puke on him, but then he throw back his head and laughs.

"You're an intriguing enigma, Remy."

"Thank you, I try." He says, winking, "now, as a token of goodwill and our newfound friendship, may I buy you a drink?"

Janus scoffs, slipping free of Remy's grasp. His lips still curve upwards despite that. "You may."

The poorly disguised prince ventures off to the barkeep and Remy follows after. Ether thrums through Remy, clawing through every vein and tissue of his being. Remy may not heed his parents' teachings, but he is not foolish enough to ignore the Ether's calling.

He is certain, even if it comes at the risk of his precious midday naps, he's content to follow after Janus come what may.

[witchofthemidlands]

i left this post in the drafts a few weeks ago, have returned to it because of my confusion of the josh hartnett “trap” trailer. anyway, penny dreadful really is the show honestly because sometimes you watch a show & you see two characters, quite a lot of the time of the same gender have insane chemistry & you think, hey those two should kiss & or explore each other's bodies but nearly 95% of the time, they don't go anywhere with that chemistry whatsoever. in penny dreadful, however when the literal main bloke, the legend that is ethan chandler has those type of moments with dorian gray, penny dreadful followed through, they made out & fucked. it never gets mentioned again but that doesn't matter, penny dreadful had more balls than most shows i have seen by pulling that off. honestly one of the shows of all time.

[zea9love]

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Angus Cloud ⚠️

Long post ahead

Yeah, at this point, I just hope Sam Levinson pulls a Sense8 and gives Euphoria a finale special that lasts about an hour or two so we can MOVE ON AND BE DONE WITH IT!

•Most of the writing for Season 2 was a mess and hardly felt connected to Season 1 (and now we have confirmation from Jacob Elordi and Colman Domingo that Sam DIDN’T WANT THE WRITING TO DO SO)

•Sam has stolen not one, but two shows from female writers/directors and ruined so much of what they were originally supposed to be about (which adds another reason why S1 and S2 felt so disconnected). A lot of what happened in S2 and The Idol felt like it was being done for shock value.

•There were so many unresolved plot holes in both S1 and S2 and they will probably never even be addressed in S3.

•As I said in another post, if there’s going to be a 5 year time skip, then a lot of these characters have no reason to still be associating with one another since things left off on such a bad note (Rue and Jules broke up, Maddy and Cassie aren’t friends anymore, Nate isn’t with either of them and no one likes him, a lot of the characters aren’t even really FRIENDS)

•I feel like a lot of people (especially on Twitter) are getting to a point where they are thinking “Ok, we get it. Rue is addicted to drugs. Is she ever going to have a storyline outside of that?”

•The cast is always so booked and busy that it constantly takes 3 to 4 years for a new season to be confirmed and these actors can only play teenagers/young adults but for so long.

•Kat was such a popular part of S1 and barely did anything in S2 because Barbie Ferreira didn’t want to do whatever poorly written storyline Sam Levinson had planned for Kat. It’s as if she was being punished and I’d rather the cast not be working for him if he’s just gonna do that when they feel uncomfortable doing a certain scene or storyline.

•And of course, there’s the unexpected passing of Angus Cloud. I talked about the 2 different ways the show could handle it in this post.

But it’s for all these reasons (and probably a bunch more that I’m not even thinking of right now) that I’d honestly rather the show just end after Season 3 or a 2 hour long special. Euphoria is a show that I really like, but Sam Levinson is not that great of a writer, so he just needs to wrap it up atp!