#sunnny day

[chocodani18]

[aperturerecord]

its make a terrible comic day !! have a terrible comic about my very not terrible day today :o)

[sollieeee]

LOL Sollie you were smack dab in the middle of the worst heatwave ever 😆😆😆

GIRL WHAT EVEN IS THIS HEAT AND HUMIDITY 😭 i cant live and leave without my wipes and fan and uv umbrella lmfao

[wyvernq]

my baby plagueborn <33 made this one around father's day ID: 76628641

and one made by my friend about a year back (fr username is Sunnny, she has a pwyw artshop which might be opening again soon so if you like feel free to go check it out!)

current appearance

[jeza-red]

I feel bad for that plum person's plight but when I saw the actual crate I was like ?????? girl that's nothing???? I was expecting crates upon crates of plums not about 10 tesco punnets' worth lmao, my mum's victoria plum trees (one mother tree plus maybe 3/4 daughter trees) literally drop like. a thousand every summer and it's a literal carpet of purple - I guess rural european standards of Lots Of Fruit and US ones differ??

I know xD

If my mom gave me this much plums I'd be sad:( I'd eat that box in 3 days xD

However, I can appreciate someone being happy with any amount of fresh produce:)

Putting these into a sunnny spot for two-three days should solve the issue of sourness:)

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 43 (part two)

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author’s note: Happy Walpurgis Night, to those of you who celebrate! I hope you’ll get a great day with lots of hotdogs and bonfires and paper cups of coffee! I’m going out myself soon and it’s sunnny and 17 degrees Celsius! (That’s a lot this time of year when you live north of the wall = Sweden.)

Until then: here’s part two of chapter 43! If you enjoyed what you read please consider hitting the like button, reblog and maybe even comment! It may seem like it doesn’t make much difference – from a reader’s perspective – but it truly and absolutely means the WORLD to us starving fanfic writers. 😉❤️

Chapter 43, Between a rock and a hard place (part two)

“Her name’s Trinket. Euphemia ‘Effie’ Trinket. T-R-I-N-K-E-T.”

Haymitch stalked across the kitchen – back and forth, back and forth – with the cordless phone pressed into his ear. Cold sheets of rain poured down the windows, hammered off the roof. Hard and relentless.

“Her friend drove her to the emergency room”, he said. “Hours ago! No one’s gotten back to me!”

“I’m sorry. But this isn’t the ER, I’m afraid”, the voice said. Boy sounded too young to buy his own beer, let alone work in a hospital. “You’ve reached the reception.”

“Well, don’t you have a computer or something?” he barked. “Just look her up, how hard can it be! Her name’s …”

“I know. But it doesn’t work like that …”

“Give ‘em a ring then, what’s the damn problem?!” His anger was inking all over, not helping his case (like: at all) but he couldn’t help it. “Find out if she’s seen a doctor at least or if she’s still waiting. Woman’s got a white and pink dress on. Checkered, like a picnic rug. Can’t miss her.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed t…”

“Oh, come on! Just help me out here! Do I have to get down on my knees and beg?”

“… You’re not the husband …”

“I’m as good as. I mean …”, he added when he realized what he let slip. He rubbed a tired hand across his forehead, shoulders sagging. Effie’s silk hair ribbon that he still clutched between his fingers brushed against his clammy skin.

“She’s my children’s mother, OK. I wanted to go with her but she told me to stay put. Look after them, while she … Please, I need to know if she’s OK. If you had a wife, you’d understand.”

A long time passed.

“One phone call”, Haymitch pleaded. “Just to see if she’s still in the waiting room. Or her friend. Annabel. Tall. Brown hair. Looks like Caesar Flickerman. Ask her to get back to me as soon as she can.”

“ … Oh, alright. One moment.”

And he was left with that awful elevator music.

But at least, things were moving forward. Which was more than you could say about the last couple of hours.

After what felt like two life sentences served back to back, a click snuffed one particularly sweltering note and the man said,

“OK. From what I’ve discovered, Mr. Abernathy, your … your … Effie, she’s been called in for a cranial CT-scan.”

The words twisted Haymitch’s insides.

“Cranial? So … like the brain?”

“Yes. X-ray pictures. To look for things like an aneurysm, hemorrhage or stroke. Not, not that there has to be any”, the man added quickly. “They just need to rule out any serious and potentially fatal conditions first. Find the root cause and tailor a treatment. She’s probably totally completely fine! And her friend … Annalee? Anna Bella? … she’s with the patient. I told them to pass on your message when they see her. And that’s all I can do for you right now, I’m afraid”, he said, almost guiltily.

Haymitch nodded.

“Thanks. Appreciate it.”

He ended the call. Sunk into a chair, phone next to him on the table.

Aneurysm, hemorrhage or stroke.

Images of a Games flashed in his mind. The year the Gamemakers released that blood wave. An avalanche down the mountains, only red, and it swallowed up everything in its wake. Everything and everyone.

She’s strong, Annabel’s words echoed in his head. Stronger than most. But she’s not made out of titanium. Don’t break her.

Had he gone and done that now? Bent her every which way until she snapped right in half?

Elbows on his thighs, he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Twisted the soft pink hair ribbon between his fingers. Welcomed the searing pain. Like Katniss and Finnick with their lengths of rope back in Thirteen. Only, they weren’t at fault for the things happening.

Aneurysm, hemorrhage or stroke.

From the baby monitor inside his pocket came a quiet whimper. Not a cry. Just one of those soft baby snuffles they used to make when they were sleeping. Sleeping and dreaming their little dreams, unaware of the fact that their whole life might change tonight.

Not her. Please not her too!

His loving, kind, good-hearted Effs. His sweetheart. His lighthouse. If she died, everything would be over. Everything would fall apart. Once and for all.

Their fractured, patched up little family would be nothing but ashes and ruins. And his poor, innocent, motherless children … they’d be taken away from him to live with someone else. Katniss and Peeta. Or Sae or Hazelle. If he was lucky.

Effie. Who laughed with Sae at the Hob and made shadow animals on the wall for her granddaughter. Who brought tea with honey and lemon when Katniss had that nasty flu. Who always helped Peeta out at the bakery without him having to ask. Effie, who kissed her children goodnight every day after reading them their favorite stories.

No! The thought rung out so loud and clear he could almost hear it. He shoved the images off his mind, like a suffocating blanket. She’s not dead yet! She’s not!

Outside, the rain kept pouring. The grandfather clock ticked the hours by – minute by agonizing minute. And from above: the occasional creak of footfalls. Haymitch wasn’t the only one awake; not the only one who worried.

But June, she’d hardly come out of her room all night. Couldn’t stand the sight of him, no doubt. Not after the way he treated his family. The stress he inflicted on everyone in this house.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

A round moon struggled to clear through the massive, dark clouds. No stars. No nothing.

Tick-tock.

When the phone finally rang, Haymitch almost jumped out of his own skin. He hit reply not a second signal later.

“Hello?” he blurted. “Hello? Effie?”

“No, it’s me.”

“Oh.” His shoulders relaxed. “Hi Annabel. How she doin’? Any news on her?”

“She’s OK. She’s resting now. Sorry I didn’t call before. I didn’t want to leave her side.”

“No, no. Course not.” He swallowed against the dryness of his mouth. Ran his tongue over his cracked lips. Tasted blood. “They’ve examined her, yeah?”

“Yes. It was a primary thunderclap headache.”

Her words turned him cold with dread. Thunderclap? What in God’s name was that? His feelings must have shown through his silence for she added quickly,

“Don’t worry. Sounds worse than it is. She was really lucky. Primary headaches are painful but harmless. No underlying medical condition. They kept her here as long as they did because they wanted to rule out secondary causes and health issues. There aren’t any. They think it was simply brought on by extreme stress combined with the exertion of running like she did.”

“So … she’s …” Haymitch struggled to keep his voice steady. “She’s gonna be OK then?”

Behind him came the telltale creak of the stairs and he knew without looking that June listened from the door.

“They’ve treated her with NSAID”, Annabel replied. “That’s a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug, to reduce swelling. She needs to take it easy for the next couple of days, less stress, but they see no reason why she couldn’t come home tonight. They’re keeping her here a little while longer though. For observation. She had a spinal tap so she’s not to move for an hour at least.”

“Can I see her?” His voice sounded so meek and pathetic. Heart-broken. The voice of someone who knew he had no right to ask what he was asking. “M-maybe you can look after the twins, just for a little while, and I’ll find my way into town.”

“Hey …”

The sound made him look up. June pushed herself off the door frame. Her voice not as sharp, her face less hard when she held a hand out. He passed her the phone.

“Hi … yeah”, she spoke into the receiver. “Yeah, I can stay.” She listened to something her wife said. “Right. OK. Bye.” She ended the call, eyes on Haymitch. “Bel will come get you. Effie wants to see you too.”

xXx

Why were hospitals always so cold? Haymitch lumbered after the nurse. Followed her through endless corridors.

Muted paintings on the walls. Fake green plants on the tables. All illuminated by the fluorescent light that he’d forever associate with pain and fear and heartache.

At least he was allowed in. Had this been the Capitol, the visiting hours would be long over.

They stopped in front of a door like all the others.

“Last bed on the right”, the nurse pointed and was already off.

Haymitch pushed inside.

The lights were down-low. Six beds facing opposite each other. Some of the cubicle curtains pulled shut for privacy. Soft snores. Rustle of sheets.

He treaded carefully, so as not to disturb any of the patients. Effie’s curtains were pulled only halfway, letting the scarce moonlight in.

She lay on top of the covers, reflected by the rain pouring down the glass. Dressed in a hospital gown. Eyes closed.

His heart ached when he watched her red, swollen face. Even in this dim light he could tell she’d been crying. Crying hard.

But her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths – so different from hours before. It occurred to him that maybe they’d offered her some kind of tranquilizer.

Throat thick with regret he just wanted to take her in his arms. Hold her close and never let go.

But what right did he have? None. Less than none. And even if she’d let him, he didn’t dare. Not after what happened in the kitchen.

Instead, he took a seat by her bedside. Quiet as a mouse. Didn’t want to wake her.

No such luck. A slight creak of wood against linoleum and she stirred. Opened her eyes, heavy-lidded, groggy as she struggled and focused on him.

“Haymitch?”

“Hey, sweetheart, hi”, he said, hand against the edge of the mattress.

Her eyes fell closed but she forced them open.

“The twins …”

“They’re OK. Sleeping like … well, like babies. June’s watching over them while I’m here.”

“And you got them to bed on time?” she mumbled.

“Yeah.”

“Brushed their teeth? Changed their nappies? Read to them?”

“I did.”

“Ian can’t sleep without his binky …”

“I know, sweetheart. Just … try and relax a little bit, OK?”

Effie drew a soft sigh. Exhausted but comforted by his words. For now at least.

He made a vague gesture toward her face. “How’s your head?”

“Better. They gave me some painkillers. I told them I need to get back to my babies but they say I can’t leave this bed yet. They … they shoved a needle in my spine.”

“Yeah, I heard. I’m so sorry.”

I’m sorry. How many times could he say that in the span of 24 hours?

Effie met his gaze – beautiful blue eyes, tired and shiny with the threat of fresh tears.

”I can’t do this anymore.”

There it was. The words he’d been waiting for this whole time.

A small choked sound come from his throat just the same but he nodded, head sunk low.

“I know.”

Things will be better, he wanted to say.I’ll do better. When you get out of here I’ll turn things around, one way or another. We’ll go home, back to Twelve, and I’ll never let you down again. Cause as long as we’re together nothing else matters.

But who was he to tell her those rose-tinted lies? That’s all it really was. Effie knew better than anyone that his promises weren’t worth shit.

“When are you leaving?” he mumbled, eyes on his shaky hands.

“The day after tomorrow.” The raw pain already etched on her face spilt over into each and every one of her words. “After I’ve had my final check-up. I already told Annabel. She wanted us to stay the week but … I just can’t go on like this. I need a break from … I need some time to think. On my own. And you … you can come visit them. The solution we discussed when they were born.”

She drew a trembling breath. Swallowed her tears when she said,

“You weren’t wrong before. When you said you didn’t hurt them. You didn’t. This time. But one day you will and I can’t let you do that. Doesn’t matter what happens to me but I cannot let you hurt Amy and Ian. If you’re going to be drunk it’ll be on your own time. Not in front of our children. Never again. You’ll see them sober. Or not at all.”

Author’s note: And we’re reaching the end of Hayffie’s time in Eleven – for now at least. What did you think?

Every fic I’ve ever read where Haymitch and Effie goes on vacation they always go to District 4. “My” Hayffie did too – in the first draft of ToS – but then I felt I wanted to try something a little different and wasn’t there ANY other district they could go to? And Eleven fit surprisingly well.

So, back around New Years of 2015 I simply plucked June and Annabel’s villa overlooking the sea and re-planted it among the orchards of Chaff’s, Rue’s and Tresh’s home district instead. Hope you liked it!

Oh, and what did you think about Haymitch’s little Freudian slip? Haha! Makes you think of that Daniel Bedingfield song (“If you’re not the one”) doesn’t it? “If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?”

[charlieistrying]

Gonna try and finish the first piece one day I really like it. Drawing @sunnny-vi’s fanart in my own style

[amandabynesbreakdown]

Sick day with sunnny!

[aquilacalvitium]

Saw you asking for art of the jesters so here is the only fanart of sunnny I have drawn, I have a sketched counterpart for Moon but never got around to making it. This is probably the wrong way to send it I just default to asks lol

You can send art however you want, thank you friend! I really love this, and it's definitely improved my day ^_^ ☀️💜

[saburo-kyoto]

I'm alone this Valentines Day so I wrote something for the holiday. Happy Valentines Day to everyone, it doesn't matter who you spend the day with be it family, friends, or lovers, as long as you spend it with someone you love 💙

Valentines Eclipse

(I use Yin instead of Y/N because it seems less immersion breaking)

You had been miserable all week and it showed. Sun and Moon were both worried but you always told them you were fine, you never took your anger out on them but still…

“Moon, what should we do about Yin? Do you think WE did something wrong?” Sun was cutting vegetables for a soup while he chatted with Moon in his head. Neither bot knew how to help the human who had sacrificed so much for them.

“No Sunnny, they haven’t been upset around us just… sad” That was true, Yin would be grumpy bit not outright angry at others. But when they were around Sun and Moon they smiled with sadness in their eyes. Sun tried so hard during the day to do everything he could to make them smile, while Moon spent the nights watching corny movies and preparing bubble baths before bed.

“Sunnny! I just realized something! Tomorrow is Valentines Day!” Sun stopped what he was doing, cutting board hovering over the pot and nodded slowly. That made sense, you just had a nasty breakup with your partner not to long ago because you caught them cheating. What made matters worse, your partner was going around saying that YOU were the one who cheated. Nobody believed them of course but still…

“Moonie, what if we did something special for them!” Sun felt his fans click on, and it wasn’t because of the pot of hot soup he was stirring.

“That’s a perfect idea Sun! OK, here’s what we’ll do…” The two plotted and made plans for your perfect Valentines Day.

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You trudged up the stairs to your apartment, walking past your upstairs neighbors who were leaving for their date. You forced a smile as you shouted over to them.

“Have a wonderful night, and happy Valentines Day!” They waved and wished you a wonderful night as well. Your smile dropped and you sighed, this would be your first Valentines alone since your breakup. No, wait… you still had Sun and Moon. At the thought of the duo animatronic waiting for you, you hurried your steps and walked through your apartment door.

“Sun? Moon? I’m home!” You slipped your shoes off and pulled on a pair of soft slippers. When you received no response, you looked around. Normally they would be in the living room or the kitchen. Something yellow caught your eye, it looked like a paper petal. Picking it up, you saw Sun’s curvy handwriting.

‘Follow the petals of yellow and blue, for a special surprise just for you’

You looked and, sure enough, there was a trail of petals leading to your room. You walked down the small hallway and opened your door, pausing at the sight.

Your room had strings of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, a tray of food was next to your bed, and a pair of your softest pajamas laid on the end. What was most surprising was Sun and Moon, you had heard of their Eclipse mode but had never seen it… until now.

“Hello Starlight, happy Valentines Day” Their voices were merged in the most beautiful way, Moon’s raspiness complementing Sun’s higher pitch. Half their head had Sun’s rays while the other half held Moon’s cap. Even their clothes were split between yellow/orange and starry blue.

“Guys… what?” You were too stunned for words. Eclipse pulled you further into the room, that’s when you heard the music softly playing. They spun you around in circles and danced until you smiled, then they had you eat. The three of you talked as you ate and when you we done, they led you to the bathroom.

The water was the perfect temperature when you dipped your hand into it, and soft bubbles danced along the surface. There were candles to give a soft light and real rose petals in the water. The boys washed your hair and let you relax before you climbed out. They wrapped you in the biggest, fluffiest towel you owned before carrying you to your room.

Once you were dressed, they tucked you into your bed and grabbed your laptop. Once everything was set up, you leaned against Eclipse as the three of you watched your favorite movie. You were almost asleep by the time it ended, so Eclipse shut the laptop and moved to put it away.

“Don’t go…” They kissed your head and quickly put the laptop away before joining you once more. They pulled you into their blue and yellow arms and you felt their chest rumbling, similar to a purr. Your eyes slowly slipped closed and you had a smile on your face. Before you slipped completely under, you heard Sun and Moon whispering to you.

“Happy Valentines Day Starlight”

[maxthebrusselsgriffon]

Probably not going to be too many more nice and sunnny days this year, so Pepper and I are going to have to share the sun!

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

it's 30°C and sunny where i am and lemme tell you, i feel like the gods have blessed me, they shine upon me this fine day. this is july weather, this is how it's supposed to be. i am finally able to sit in my garden, umbrella up, chair reclined, sunnnies on, with a blunt and my copy of the fellowship of the ring and i feel so fucking alive !!! my depression is lifted from my weary shoulders and life is good

[bloodibambiidoll]

🌸✨💓THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! 🧚🏾‍♀️ PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

SUNNNY I LOVE YOU CUTIE PIE!!💝✨🖤

[squeezyrooms]

HURRY THROUGH THE ROOM, THROWING PAPER AND SHOUTING. A FEMININE VOICE IS TRYING HEARTILY TO SPEAK ABOVE THE NOISE AND TO MOVE THROUGH THE MESS, WITHOUT MUCH SUCCESS. BUT THIS IS LIGHTER, AIRIER. THERE IS NO FEAR BEHIND RED-RIMMED EYES. THIS TIME, IT’S ONLY LOVE. THIS TIME, AS THE CAMERA ZOOMS OUT THERE IS NO DISTORTION OR CRACKLING IN OUR MINDS. THERE IS NO ANXIETY OR STRESS OR TENSION TO BE OVER WITH. THIS TIME, LIGHT AND SOUND AND FEELING FLOWS THROUGH THE SCENE WITH EASE. MC HAPPILY CHATS AWAY TO THEIR COMPANION, HOLDING HANDS AND TOUCHING ELBOWS.

MC (VOICEOVER): EVENTUALLY, I GOT USED TO LI BEING “NORMAL”. I GOT USED TO THEM STUDYING, AND PRACTICING, AND GOING OUT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. I SOMETIMES LEARNT HOW TO BE NORMAL WITH THEM. IN TURN, LI GOT USED TO MY “UN-NORMALNESS”. IT TOOK A BIT LONGER FOR THEM, UNDERSTANDABLY. BUT EVENTUALLY, THEY WOULD GET USED TO ME WANDERING INTO TOWN WITH BRIGHT RED EYES AND BARELY HOLDING MYSELF UPRIGHT. EVENTUALLY, THEY LEARNT TO NOT GET ANGRY. IT WAS USELESS. I DON’T NEED TO BE SAVED.

THE CAMERA SUDDENLY MOVES BACK INTO A CLOSE-UP. THIS TIME, THE SOUND OF WIND CHIMES PLAYS AFTER THE SCREEN GOES BLACK.

[SCENE CHANGE]

IT WAS SUNNNY ON THE DAY ADAM’S LIFE WENT TO SHIT. IT HAD ALREADY GONE TO SHIT LONG BEFORE, BUT THIS WAS THE DAY HIS CURRENT FUCKED-UP LIFE WENT TO SHIT.

ADAM SITS IN THE SAME WHITE ARMCHAIR WE’D SEEN MC IN EARLIER. HE’S NOT FACED WITH THE SAME KIND-HEARTED, AWKWARD MAN THOUGH. HE’S FAED WITH A RED-FACED, BOILING STEAMPOT OF A MAN. HE WEARS THE SAME NICE SUIT AND SITS IN THE SAME NICE CHAIR BUT HIS DEMEANOUR HAS SHIFTED TO THAT OF A MADMAN.

MAN IN SUIT: EXPLAIN TO ME, MR GORDON, HOW AND WHY MS SCHWATTER’S WARD DISAPEARED FROM YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE.

ADAM ATTEMPTED TO INSERT HIS PENNY-WORTH, BUT BEFORE HE’D EVEN OPENED HIS MOUTH HE WAS SHUT DOWN.

MAN IN SUIT: AND I DON’T WANT ANY SHIT COMING FROM YOUR MOUTH MR GORDON. CAROL’S BEING QUESTIONED AS WELL, SHES NOT WITHOUT BLAME. BUT I SWEAR TO THE HOLY LORD IF YOU SAY ANYTHING FUNNY YOU’LL BE WORSE OFF THAN HER.

ADAM SHUT HIS MOUTH FOR A FEW SECONDS, CONSIDERING HIS NEXT MOVE.

ADAM: WELL. UH. WELL. CAROL AND I ARE OLD FREINDS, RIGHT? SOMEONE- SOMEONE YOU CAN TRUST, YEAH? WELL. THE THING IS. WELL.

THE MAN IN THE SUIT SOMEHOW SEEMED EVEN MORE ANNOYED. WITH NO UNCERTAINTY HE REACHED INTO HIS TIGHT POCKET AND PULLED OUT A BRAND-NEW IPHONE. QUICKLY FLASHING THE CAMERA AT HIS FACE, HE TURNED THE SCREEN AROUND TO SHOW ADAM THE CONTACT DETAILS OF HIS BOSS. WITH ONE LAST NERVOUS LOOK, ADAM PROCEEDED TO SPILL THE STORY TO THE MAN IN THE SUIT. ADAM TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT THE SHRUGGING OFF OF KIDS ONTO OTHER PEOPLE. TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT THE MISTREATMENT ON CAROLS PART, THE ARGUMENTS ABOUT MC’S

[blissfali]

i willl PROTRCT YOU SUNNNY!!!!!!! Somepople should find a day job instead of dedicating their blog to making fun of people

(no need to publish or reply but yeah I thought it would be better if you knew this) Not to alarm you, but I pretty much figured out why. I was sus of the fact there's so many of these come whenever you vent, and turns out someone I have blocked is taking screenies of your posts and posting them to their blog while saying pretty bad shit. The same people who were doing it to Metaru, actually

ah. it's dr*blr. ah okay that makes sense and actually makes me feel a bit better because I have blocked a good 75% of those fuckers when they had their hissy fit towards tobes. good to know it's just them being mean girl-kinnies and not like. something worse.

thank u for letting me know. that makes it easy to clown on them

[burningupp]

ok ok sunny is finally starting intimidating, let's go

reaction time w/ sunnny:

pt 1:

- your connection to jesus has ended 😭

- i love how han's contact name for lix is "dongsaeng but barely"

- "i'll beat your ass, squirrel boy"

- ooh a skzoo app, i see where this is going

- FELIX. ofc he would have an essay prepared

- omggggggg joongie!!! u kno how to make me suffer fr

- g r e m l i n

- hahahaha who does kim hongjoong think he is to lecture someone about eating

- spies !! i feel like changbin would not be the best at that tho. he'd be like "remember to eat!" and you'd be like "go away" and he'd be like "ok"

- sorry who graduates with a masters at 18

pt 2:

-"you tried to explain to me what it is you actually do all day, and i got a headache after 30 seconds" that's me @ u. stem bestie arts bestie combo tingz

- lmao he bought her blouses

- "ew"

- "i'm telling hyunjin you're still stealing his hair treatment" "he's WHAT"

- oh no not the laptop

- god i love their banter

i have been waiting impatiently for this

i like how 70% of your comments for part one were regarding felix. honestly felt tho lmao

you're so right about binnie, he would suck as a spy, but also he would do his best and you gotta appreciate it

she's just smart like that, idk what to tell you :p

i love how i didn't realize computer science was stem until you guys pointed it out to me lmao

oh yes, the laptop