#this one isn't like horrible or anything i just wanted it to be cooler but instead it's like . rly bland

[quirkle2]

2 for 3 in hating my own screenshot redraws i have made One that's good and it sure isn't this

[scuderiahalf]

(almost) one year with you — c.sainz

pairing. carlos sainz x strategist!norris!fem!reader

summary. your boyfriend is usually so intelligent. when he makes one of the stupidest decisions of his life to break up with you, his best friend (and your idiot brother) decides to take matters into his own hands. 4.3k, 18+

warnings. breakups = makeup sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, reader is kind of a bitch but carlos is into it

masterlist.

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"I'm going to kick the door open."

"Please, do not do that," Carlos says from behind you.

"You think I can't?"

Smartly, Carlos chooses not to voice any further opinions.

You kick the door, more out of frustration than an actual attempt to break it open.

"I'm going to murder you when I get out of here, Lando!" you shout against the door, not really caring if your idiot brother has hung around to hear the very real threat.

You may not actually kill him (you're still debating it) but you will definitely hit him. At least five times. Maybe more. And he's not getting any of your late-night stress-baked cookies for several months. Asshole.

You kick the door again, harder. The wood bends near the bottom from the impact, rattling in the doorframe but otherwise unmoving. Your groan turns into a yell of frustration, punctuated by you hitting the still closed door with both hands. You seriously cannot believe Lando would do this.

"Are you finished?"

Carlos sounds almost amused.

If he hadn't been literally thrown into the room by not just Lando but Max and Alex as well, you might think he's in on this whole scheme. Instead, you just glare at him, irritated that he's so calm while you're both being held against your will.

"Is being made to be near me that horrible?" Carlos says.

"Oh, fuck off."

"You are acting as if they will not have to let us out eventually."

"How long is that going to take? Huh? I don't want to be locked in here for hours. It's actually FUCKING RIDICULOUS!"

You're shouting at the door again, hoping your dumbass brother and his stupid fucking friends can hear.

They all better be prepared for the consequences. There's no one better at holding a grudge than you.

You never should have trusted Lando when he had insisted you come to Charles Leclerc’s dumb yacht party. He never wants to be seen in public with you much less all but beg you to attend a party with all his friends who are so much cooler than you because he's an F1 driver and all his friends are, too, and you're just a strategist.

(You never thought that being a trackside strategist at Scuderia Ferrari would be preceded by "just" as though it isn't an impressive feat but with a brother like Lando Norris, nothing you do ever really seems to measure up. You're the reason Lando ever got into racing or F1 in the first place. So really, this is your own fault.)

You give up harassing the door (it locks from the inside so there must be something blocking it in the hallway) and start searching the room for another way out. It's a bedroom, and you're choosing to assume that it just happened to be the easiest place to trap you both and not a purposeful nudge to something untoward. Lando isn't that crude. You think.

After this little stunt, you don't think he deserves the benefit of the doubt.

You start checking all the drawers to see if there's anything useful. You don't actually know what you're looking for. Maybe like a fire axe or a hand saw so you can brute force your way out of here.

"We could talk," Carlos proposes.

"And give Lando what he wants? No, thank you."

"You are so proud. Can we not talk this out?"

"What's there to talk out, Carlos? You dumped me, remember?"

That shuts him up.

You refuse to look at him. Even with your back to him as you search through a completely empty dresser, you can feel the look on his face. Full lips pouting, big brown cow eyes all sad and pitiful. You'd fold like a cheap suit if you saw his pretty eyes right now and you're trying really hard to stay strong and hang onto your anger so you won't give in.

There's nothing in any of the dresser drawers. The nightstands are fruitless, too. The wardrobe houses only empty hangers, and not even the cheap wire ones that could be bent into something useful like a weapon to kill yourself with if things get any more tense in this tiny room.

"I regret it," he says.

You close the wardrobe with a heavy breath.

"I regretted it as soon as I said we should end it."

"Cry me a river, Sainz. Build a bridge. Get over it. You don't get to call me ‘nothing but a distraction’ then tell me you regret it and expect me to forgive you just like that—fuck this. I'm going to swim to shore."

You yank the balcony door open and climb up onto one of the chairs so you can get over the railing.

"Y/N!" Carlos curses in Spanish, scrambles after you and gets an arm around you before you can actually step up onto the railing. "What are you doing?!"

"I just said! I'm going to swim to shore. Let me go!"

Carlos picks you up like a purse dog and carries you back into the room. He stands in front of the balcony door after setting you down, blocking your only escape route.

"You cannot swim to shore. We are miles out of sea!"

"If it gets me out of this room, I'd do it!"

"Can you not just talk to me?"

"No!"

"Why?!"

"Because I don't want to!"

"What are you afraid is to happen?"

"I don't have to explain myself. Especially not to you."

So, you don't explain yourself. You walk over to the couch and take a seat, arms and legs crossed, looking anywhere but at Carlos.

You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to that first date with Carlos last year. You know what you were signing up for. You knew all the judgement would be on you if/when you decided to go public. You knew Ferrari would have many things to say about your relationship, and they did, when you told them earlier in the season before it could potentially get ugly with a reveal from unsasvory sources.

You knew all of that and you went for it, anyway, because could you even call yourself a Norris if you didn't go after what you wanted? You knew what being with Carlos would bring but apparently, you were the only one.

After eleven amazing months together, Carlos got cold feet. You don't know how else to describe it. You had told your family after three months; he'd told his after just one. Everyone was happy for you. Your family loves Carlos, and the Sainz clan accepted you with open arms. You were so happy.

But as your relationship pushed a year, Carlos said you needed to talk, called you a distraction, subsequently hazardous for his line of work, and ended things.

Did you call him an emotionally stunted manchild before storming out of the cafe he asked to meet at? If you did, he surely deserved it.

A few weeks after that, you're where you are now, locked in a bedroom on a yacht while a party rages on several floors above. Carlos says he regrets breaking up with you, that he wanted to take back everything he said, but he already said it and that's how things are now.

You'll not be the girl he comes crawling back to whenever it's convenient for him. If going steady is a hazard for work, then an off again-on again situationship is definitely not OSHA-compliant. You refuse to lower yourself to being a doormat that Carlos wipes his feet on whenever he feels he has the time.

After a while of standing guard at the balcony door, Carlos makes a move to sit on the couch with you.

"No," you say.

He halts midstep.

"You can sit on the bed."

Slowly, as though giving you a chance to change your mind, Carlos sulks over to the bed and sits.

He's moving to Williams next year. He has only a handful of races left in rosso corsa. He doesn't know you're sitting on a job offer that could have you following him, a promotion to head strategist at the Oxfordshire team that you can't believe you're actually debating because of your standing with a man.

You've told no one of Williams's proposition. So, you really don't know why you open your mouth to tell Carlos of all people.

"Williams wants me as their head strategist."

He looks up, eyes bright, surprised but excited for you. "What? That is amazing."

"Yeah, I know it is," you say, glaring at him again. "I haven't accepted yet, though."

Carlos is quiet, then carefully says, "Because of me?"

"No," you say because it's just ridiculous for that to be the reason you're holding up contract negotiations, "Yes, because of you. Obviously. I don't want you thinking I'm following you. I'm not. I'm pursuing my career. So, I know that changes you being all regretful. I just want to clarify things before you hear about it from someone else.”

“Why would it change how I feel?”

“Because we’ll still be coworkers next season.”

“That changes it? What does it change?”

Carlos' accent (hot as fuck) and the way he doesn't always say things 100% correct (cute as fuck) are misleading for his actual understanding of the English language. So, you're really not sure what he's getting confused over.

He's leaving. You were supposed to be staying. No longer working together meant no distractions for him until you would meet up at a hotel after a shitty quali and he would fuck the shit out of you. Or something like that.

It'd feel good in the moment but you don't want him for just sex. You don't want casual. You don't want to be a convenient, low-maintenance, not-quite-official girlfriend. You won't do it. No matter how pretty he is.

And his plan to get you back was ruined now that you'd be moving to Williams for next season, anyway.

“I’d not be a distraction if I was staying at Ferrari. Now, we’ll both still be on the same team. Not convenient for you to still be in a toxic work environment, huh? So, you can cut the crap.”

“That has nothing to do with my regret."

"I won't be a casual fuck buddy who you can't stand to be around when it doesn't work for you."

"I never said that!"

He seems genuinely hurt by your implication but you won't fall for it, won't let it deter you.

"It's kind of implied. You know with the whole 'I have to focus on my driving' thing. Like, what the fuck were you doing for the rest of the time we were together? Nothing changed and you suddenly decided it was too much, then you want me back but I ruined that for you. You'll be seeing me next year, too, so don't even bother with the whole regret speech or whatever."

"I—," Carlos starts, then says nothing.

He can't seem to find the words.

"What? Nothing to say? You wanted to talk. Talk."

"If I am in a team with you or not," he says, slow, calculated, "It does not change that I regret what I said."

Carlos takes a second to think before continuing. That's where you two differ.

Carlos has always been incredibly intelligent. You knew he was gorgeous before you had ever met in person but his mind made him appeal even more to you when you first started working trackside last season. Long, intellectual conversations preceded him asking you out after his masterclass in Singapore.

You nearly started foaming at the mouth when he said "it's on purpose" to keeping your brother within DRS to hold off Mercedes. You were ready to jump his bones right then and there in the middle of the team celebration when he asked you to dinner before you flew back to England.

But he was a gentleman. (He didn't fuck you until after your second date, but it was a close thing that first night when you leaned over the center console to kiss him. You'd have ridden him right there in the front seat of that rental car if your idiot brother hadn't chosen then to walk by and make a scene. Kind of a mood killer.)

The two of you both found fascination in the other's way of thinking, Carlos' smooth logic and your chaotic brilliance. He is all thought and few words while you talk and talk until you find your solution.

You always found beauty in the contrast. You balance each other. Simultaneously alike and disimilar. He is someone you saw yourself building a life with. After nearly a year together, those are the kinds of thoughts you start to have about a partner.

"So, you regret it," you gather, "But do you still think I'm a distraction?"

"Of course, you are a distraction. I am in love with you. There is nothing more distracting than that."

You laugh, disbelieving. "You're in love with me but I'm distracting and you can't be with me? Why? Because you love racing more?"

"I was scared. I was stupid. I am stupid. I am."

"Self deprecation won't do you any favors. But, yeah, you are stupid. You're not making any sense."

"I was scared. You were everything I could think of. I thought I could not find a balance between you and racing. But without you, it is even worse. I want you as a distraction. I know that because I have lost you.”

“You haven’t,” you say before your brain even knows what you’re doing. “Not entirely, yet. Maybe… You’re not allowed to do this again. Ever.”

And you’re crying. Of course.

Carlos is at your side in record time, kneeling in front of you, taking immediate advantage of the crack in your defenses. “Never.”

“You can’t do shit like this. You can’t push me aside like I don’t matter. You can’t call me a distraction.”

“You are a distraction. In the best way.”

Unimpressed and wiping your tears, you say, “Wow. You’re such a poet.”

Carlos laughs thickly. “I love you.”

“Ugh, fuck off.”

You’re still wiping at your face. You didn’t cry when Carlos called it quits, refused to let him have any sort of hold over you when he pushed you aside but now, you’re crying. It’s in relief but you still feel your face getting hot from the embarrassment of it.

He knocks your hands aside to cup your cheeks. “You are the love of my life. I will do whatever it takes to fix what I broke.”

“S’not broken. Just bent. Or whatever the saying is. I don’t fucking care—just kiss me.”

Carlos’ “yes, ma’am” is muffled against your lips.

It’s only been three weeks (three and a half but who’s counting) since he last kissed you but it feels like an eternity.

It’s salty from your tears and wet, also from the tears but more from the way you let his tongue into your mouth after probably not enough time has passed. You don’t care. You just want him.

“I love you," you break the kiss to say. "Don't leave me."

"I won't."

"Say it back."

"I love you. I love you I love you I love you."

.

His words jumble between English and Spanish as he kisses down your body.

Your breath catches as he pulls your hips further down the cushion you're sat on. Stupid F1 driver muscles. You want to sink your teeth into his bicep, make him walk around with the bruise, a reminder of who he belongs to.

He slips his fingers into the waistband of your pants, looks up for permission. You lift your hips. You've missed what his big brown eyes look like when they're all dark with want.

He pulls your pants and underwear down and tosses them aside, tugging you even closer to the edge of the couch. Your legs part. He puts your knees on his shoulders then finally pushes his face between your thighs.

You let your head fall back as you sigh, probably sounding ridiculous but he's always been good at this.

He had you ride his face one time. He practically had to beg to get you to agree. There was a lot of him gripping onto you, arms wrapped around your thighs and hips to force you to stay in place. He'd kept you there until you couldn't stay upright or fight against his hold, coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with just his mouth.

Then, he'd fucked you until you came for a fifth time. (You tell a guy one time about how your last partner hadn't the patience to get more than one orgasm out of you, and he makes it his life's mission to get three or more every time you go at it. How terrible for you. Ha.)

He eats you out like a man starving, like he has something to prove. To be fair, he does but he's not going to be entirely back in your good graces just because he's helping you get off for the first time in three and a half weeks. This is just extra credit.

One of his hands finds yours. He tangles your fingers and holds your hand as he involves his free fingers in slipping past your entrance. You open up for him with obscene ease, legs falling apart even further.

He fucks you with a single finger slow, slow, slow while his tongue licks languidly at your clit.

"Carlos," you whine his name.

You don't need all the pleasure you already know he's more than capable of giving you. You just need to get off already.

"I will get you there, hermosa," he promises with a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Get there faster; I don't want my idiot brother thinking better of his insane plan and letting us out while you're nose-deep in my cunt."

Carlos huffs a laugh. You can feel the air against where you're wet. It makes you squirm.

Usually, Carlos would tell you to stay still and be patient but seems to think better of it this time. You would probably still do as he says, circumstance regardless, but he doesn't need to know that. He just presses his lips back to your pussy.

He sucks on the hardened little bundle of nerves at the joint of your labia just how he knows will make you go limp and needy. He pushes a second then a third finger into you, the stretch just that much more than you can manage with your own, smaller digits.

You could've gotten it with the neglected dildo that lives somewhere mostly forgotten in your closet. There was something that felt so final about bringing out the toy you haven't needed since that second date. Thankfully, you still don't need it. You should consider just pitching it, at this point.

You push your hand through Carlos' hair, brushing the ridiculously perfect locks off his forehead so you can watch his stupid, beautiful face as he goes down on you.

"You're so pretty like this, baby," you praise.

His dark eyes flicker up to you, exhaling against your exposed cunt and shifting his knees on the floor.

You're sure if he had a hand free, he'd be palming himself over his pants. He gets off on you getting off and praise goes straight to his dick. You've got this fantasy of making him come completely untouched but you might need to do actual research on that before it becomes a reality.

He sticks his tongue down with his fingers, lapping at your hole and spitting your wetness onto your clit just because it's hot. Like the way he's slobbering over you isn't enough to make the glide of his tongue over your clit smooth and delectable.

"Come on, baby. Don't tease. Not now."

Carlos makes this little displeased noise in the back on his throat.

Quickies aren't really in Carlos' sexual vocabulary. He occasionally likes it as rough and fast as the next dick-haver but he's more of a spread you open and make love to you for hours at a time kind of guy.

He took you to a secluded little cabana in Mallorca for a week during summer break specifically so you two could spend days on end doing nothing but loving on each other. Then, he took you to meet his family and you had to pretend like you hadn't spent the majority of the week prior with their golden child's dick or fingers or tongue inside of you.

Currently, you're just wanting to find relief without Lando or some other F1 driver walking in on you first.

"Carlos, baby—please."

Carlos likes when you play nice. When you're so desperate for it that your bossy exterior goes away. You tell yourself that you exploit this because your unending pride doesn't like the alternative that you really just are that desperate for it.

He finally starts to finger bang you properly. Combine that with the obscene slurping sounds he's making against your clit and the lack of action for nearly a month and no one could really blame you for not taking long to hit your high.

Heat curls and explodes in your gut and up your spine, back arching, lungs gasping, Carlos' name falling from your mouth as your thighs try to close around his head. He gets his elbows up to hold your legs open. His fingers keep fucking you through your orgasm. He pulls his other hand free of your grip to massage your clit with his thumb, kissing your thighs, pubes, stomach.

He captures your lips in a kiss while you're still riding it out. It's intense and leg-shaking after so long without, emotion-driven, which is the best kind but not worth it after knowing what the fear of losing him is like. You can hardly kiss him back, face pulled in pleausre, moans spilling past your lips that Carlos swallows unburdened.

You tuck your face into his shoulder as he drags it out just to the precipice of overstimulation. You tug him into you, arms around his shoulders, fingers tugging the hair at the base of his skull. He lets his fingers rest inside of you, rests that thumb against your clit so he can hold you back with one arm, at least.

You just breathe for a moment, composing yourself where he can't see your face. The worst may be over but the level of trust you'd built over months together would not be so easily reinstated. He'd have to work hard for that, much harder than a sinlge mind-blowing orgasm.

"Don't leave me," you say in a whisper. "You can't, okay?"

"I won't."

"Promise."

"I promise I will not leave you again. I am the most dumb man if I lose you another time. I will deserve it, then."

"Be smart, then. Like I know you have the capacity to be."

Carlos pulls his fingers out. He catches your shiver, still wrapped up in his one arm. He kisses your cheek before finding something to clean his hands with. You've pulled your pants back on when he's finished.

"Likelihood someone heard us?" you prompt.

"Heard you, you mean?"

You kick at him as he comes back over to you. "Watch it."

He tucks you against his side once he's sat. "Scale?"

"One to a hundred."

"90, at least."

You smack his chest. "Dick."

"You are very loud, mi amor. You talk so much, and you make such pretty noises."

"Don't insult me immediately after I've forgiven you."

You've not drawn away from him at all. In fact, you've tucked your feet up on the couch to curl into him fully.

Carlos knows this. He presses a kiss to your temple.

"I love you. I am sorry I am so stupid."

"I guess I've just got to have enough brains and beauty for the both of us."

"You have always."

You hide your smile in his chest. He holds your thigh when you put your legs across his lap. Now you've got him back, you want to be as close as physically possible. Whoever first said they want to be inside their partner's skin really gets it.

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George Russell ends up getting sent to let you two out. Evidently, your brother fled the scene of the crime once the yacht returned to port in the early hours of the morning. He dumped the chore of opening Pandora's box on an innocnet bystander.

"I am so sorry—"

"Oh, clever," you say when you spot the poor Brit, "He sends an uninvolved party to let me out like I couldn't track him anywhere in the world. I've his trainer's phone number and Jon likes me more than him. I am going to beat his skinny little muppet ass. When I find him—"

You trip over the tangle of chairs that had been used to barricade the bedroom door from the outside.

Carlos catches your elbow.

"Amor, it is late," he says. "Sleep, first, hm?"

You relax into his hold a bit, a silent concession. It'll be easier to murder your little brother after a good night's sleep, anyway.

"So, are you two...?" George trails off.

You cut him a glare.

"Nothing. Never mind. Apologies."

He speeds around the two of you and off the boat.

"The 2019 rookies are all terrified of you."

"Good."

Carlos laughs. "I am excited to see what Alex is like with you next year."

You smile.

Next year, you'll still be working with Carlos. It'll be at a different team, a midfielder at best but at least Carlos will still be on the grid. He'll still find increasingly laughable excuses to be in engineering just to see you. He'll still come home to you, the same that you'll come home to him.

A future with Carlos is still in the cards. He'll be damned if he messes it up again, you know that much.

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

i’m a little late to this but i’d love to hear your hc’s for any of the main npmd characters!!! (especially grace or pete!!)

oooooohhhh baby hell yeah hell yeah

hyper specific pete headcanons:

sits crammed into the tiniest ball possible, like, full knees to chest, arms wrapped around shins, hunched tiny -- he's so damn tall that it looks WILD but he Cannot and Will Not Sprawl

left handed, but very aggresive about it, he owns literally every left handed tool; scissors, notebooks, etc..

really only likes sweets, he has to actively make himself to eat shit that isn't just insanely sugary (and, like, he doesn't hate everything savory) but if he didn't need it to survive i dont think he'd eat anything but desserts

really good dancer techncially, but he has a ton of trouble doing anything artistic with his movement or expressions

always cold at all times forever

cannot and will not get his drivers license

grace:

in love with esther from veggie tales

loves cutesy things like sanrio and strawberry shortcake from an aesthetic standpoint but she doesn't ever really buy anything specifically branded, and refuses to go into stores like hot topic where they'd sell it becuase she think's they're satantic

her and her parents always watch old movies from the 40's and 50's when things were 'simpler' and more 'wholesome' (a lot of the very rauchy innudendos packed into said movies go right the fuck over her head)

she's one of those girls who in, like, 6th grade decided she wanted really neat handwriting, so she practiced that specific handwriting that's all round and cutesy and even

she uses a tinted lip balm and feels really rebellious about it (and slightly guilty)

loves those grandma strawberry candies

has a really, deeply, intensely curated pintrest and NO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA

steph:

dyed her hair that specific purple-red color in middle school that every cool, edgy tumblr girl did

she eats like a person who got her menu straight from tiktok, like takis, monster, airhead sour strips,,,,, she does think this makes her cool and unique

prefers ankle socks but she wears crew socks when it became clear people thought that they looked cooler

vapes the fruitests, most artifically flavored shit

she has not left the house without eyeliner on since she was 12

she plays guitar and sings really well (it's her mom's old guitar; her mom was a honey queen winner and handed her the guitar to hold onto for 'just a second' while she went to do things with roman murray,,,, she did Not Come Back)

her car keys are on a lanyard with 400 million key chains

ruth:

she loves primary colors and painting her nails bright, mismatched colors and fun patterns, so she owns a lot of fun clothes/makeup/nail polish, but she gets too into her own head about it and never wears it out of the house

the physical embodiment of waiting until everyone leaves the house and taking out her laptop to sing along to musical theatre karaoke tracks

misses popcorn so bad :(

big dc nerd, but she does love the marvel hero squirrel girl

her first 'porn' was gay newsies smut fanfic

she's a middle child (OBVIOUSLY), she has a little sister whose really sporty and popular (and she's really jealous of her) and an older sister whose in college (the older sister is the hatchetfield bee from tgwdlm)

she probably vaped once a theatre cast party and had a panic attack in the bathroom

richie:

bleaches and dyes his own hair So! Badly! like his forehead is blue constantly and it turns green in a day and every surface of his home is stained blue

has spent hours trying to get the marble out of a ramune bottle

inexplicably knows a lot bird facts

had a close up magic phase as a kid which does impact his current day

has a samsung with like four million phone charms

he's the friend with a car but good fucking lord he's a bad driver it's so bad for his two friends with anxiety disorders

horrible with money, he spent like all his bar mitzvah money in a day on like a thousand dollar gaming laptop and a really rare anime figurine

wants to be a streamer so bad

i feel like he's an oldest child but in the way where he's the older twin or something and then has one or two little siblings, like it's a very vauge version of oldest

pierced his own ears and it went badly

[merakiui]

fwb omegaverse leona on the mind.... nrc magishift team wins a game and there's a party at savanaclaw to celebrate. your best friend epel invites you along because it'll be fun (also if he's doomed to be caught by vil at least you'll be there to mitigate him getting chewed out when he sneaks back into pomefiore. T^T)

leona wants no part of it. he doesn't care much for parties or congratulations spoken on repeat, so he holes himself up in his room, intent on sleeping the night away. that aside, the party is lots of fun. there's food and drink. everyone's in a great mood. ruggie pops in to greet you, reminds you to have your fill and more. jack makes a brief appearance before he heads off to bed, determined to sleep at his usual time so he'll be able to get up for his morning run. you and epel are talking in between drinking. what starts as coherent conversation quickly spirals into fits of giggles over the most random things as you drink and drink: "oooh, vil's gonna have mah head if he finds out i'm here boozin' when i ought to be tucked away in bed!" and you laugh at him: "'have your head'? what is he, riddle?"

the two of you get swept up in the festivities and the whirlwind atmosphere. the night is long and loud. you're certain you'll have a horrible hangover come morning, but that's the least of your worries. epel asks you to get him another drink. you stand on wobbling legs, but the one he asked for isn't anywhere to be found in the coolers or on the table or in the spread of bottles. you wonder if there's any in the kitchen. yet for some reason you seem to forget what your task is halfway through because you pass the kitchen and find yourself exploring the halls of savanaclaw.

you're stupidly drunk, stumbling along. climbing the steps. it's when you're on the verge of falling over your own feet when someone's scent hits you head-on. it's so strong it almost shakes you from your inebriated stupor. standing at the end of the hall and leaning against his doorframe, arms folded, is leona kingscholar. and he does not look happy.

that doesn't seem to mean anything to you, for you smile widely at him and wave like a fool. he thinks you're awfully bold for creeping up onto his territory without your wits about you. not the smartest move for an herbivore, but then what was he expecting when you look ready to fall on your ass at any given minute?

to make a long story short, he looks after you. you spend part of the night in leona's room because the last thing he's going to do is send you off when you're so out of it. one thing leads to another and you kiss him because for once he's the one doing the nagging. not that you aren't strong or capable, but you're a drunk omega in a dorm with the highest population of alphas out of the seven (with octavinelle being second and diasomnia being third). of course he's going to worry. in any case, your kiss shuts him up. maybe he's still steeping in the exhilaration of a win. the team played well. he's proud. or maybe he just feels like he ought to do something before you start making a fool of yourself and drawing unnecessary attention.

he holds your face in his hands, tells you not to start something if you aren't going to finish it, and you grin at him, inhibitions abandoned. is that a challenge? if so, you'll gladly play. you kiss a few more times. hands wander. it would've gone further, but then leona catches epel's scent on the stairway, approaching. he hates to be interrupted, but maybe this is for the best. you're not in the right mind.

he brings you back down to the party, epel trailing behind, and a few noses twitch in his direction. people wonder... leona shuts them all up with a stern look. he instructs one of the few betas who hadn't been drinking to escort you and epel back. ruggie offers in his place, knowing it'll get him an extra something off of leona's credit card. leona shoos the lot of you away, content with this arrangement. weirdly, he falls back into bed (which smells faintly of you) and he's kept awake. so much for a good night's rest.

the next time you encounter leona it's in the botanical garden. he perks up at your scent, shaken from his nap. you arrive with a purpose, holding out the sandwich he likes from the cafeteria as a peace offering. leona wasn't expecting much and it takes a lot to truly surprise and impress him, so he's both when you make your bold offer: casual sex. you remember the night of the party. mostly the kissing. actually, that's the clearest memory you have from that night. ;;;; you enjoyed it and wouldn't be opposed to an arrangement like that. on weekends or something... whenever's best. he doesn't have to agree, but you make a tempting offer. who is he to say no?

he takes the sandwich from you, a smirk sprawling lazily on his lips, and he says, "not a bad offer, herbivore. as long as you know what you're gettin' into, i don't mind a little fun."

tl;dr: omegaverse fwb with leona, but feelings sneak up on him. and casual sex starts feeling less and less casual with every moment spent with you.

[chayannesegg]

I think Tallulah is lying to herself when she says she's scared of the new eggs. Not completely, I don't doubt they make her nervous, but I'd bet Sunny and Tubbo are the root of her fear and she doesn't want to admit it.

I'd bet Tallulah doesn't like that she doesn't like Sunny. She wants to like everyone, but she doesn't like Sunny. So it must be because the eggs are new, right? All the new eggs are scary. Because they came from that horrible island. Because we don't know what they want from us. She couldn't possibly dislike Sunny just because she's loud and brave and loved by someone who used to put her first.

We know Tallulah was overwhelmed the first time she met Sunny. Sunny came up and tried to say hello first thing and Tallulah got barely anytime between that introduction and discovering Sunny is Tubbo's kid.

She was overwhelmed that whole time through meeting Em and Sunny, but one of the only times we see her relax is when she's teasing Tubbo about relationships. Because she loves Tubbo; he always works to make her feel seen. Then he leaves immediately off with his daughter.

Then yesterday, we heard Tallulah's concerns re: the new eggs. She also expresses concern over Niki and Tubbo's reaction over her hesistance. Especially Tubbo. She brings up Tubbo the most. While she really loves Niki, they haven't spent that much time together. When Phil left, Niki was supposed to watch Tallulah but instead Tubbo cared for Chay and her by himself. That last week before they left, Tubbo spent the whole time making sure they stayed alive. He comforted her on that last day. He shooed the others away and brought them to uppies and sang Jort Storm!

And then on that island, he stayed by her the whole time in that awful room. Waving and dancing and keeping her attention even when things were confusing and her papi wasn't there and they were in danger.

But now he has a daughter. A daughter he's going to put first, the way he put her first. A daughter she saw with her own eyes who seems louder and cooler and braver than she's ever felt. Where does that leave her? Another person gone from her life? Left behind for something better?

Why would she want to know the egg that's taking someone else from her. An egg her papa says steals and takes and wants. An egg who stole and took and wanted Tubbo. An egg we don't know the background of.

Today I think showed proof of Tallulah's underlying insecurities with regards to Sunny and Tubbo. She was totally fine to ignore Pepito when he woke up. He didn't interact with her, but she stayed in the area. It could just be that he didn't interact with her so it was okay, but that's the point. Pepito isn't trying to take anything from her.

Sunny though? We saw Tallulah get upset and leave at the mere mention of Sunny when she asked about Tubbo's crown. Tubbo who's showing his daughter's ownership love of him at all times. She turned around and left immediately after he said that.

We haven't seen much interaction with Tallulah and the new eggs, for obvious reasons. That said, I bet when we do it'll become clearer that her concern is centred around one egg in particular! And it'll be GREAT angst because Tallulah doesn't want to dislike someone, but she does. What happens when she can't hide behind fear of the other eggs? Or her grounding? What does she do then?

[ilikekidsshows]

Is it bad if I started to feel sorry and want to root for Lila instead of Marinette?

There was time when fell into the echo chamber, believing that Lila is bad, she's horrible for threatening Marinette and trying to destroy her life, she's a bully. But when I watch Volpina again... I can't blame Lila for hating Marinette and Ladybug, not when in that very episode, Ladybug proudly humiliating her because of jealousy.

Marinette stan say what Marinette do is justified, because she doesn't like lying and no one would like it when others lie about them, she has the right to be mad. and Lila also endangered people by lying about being Ladybug friends in the internet, which is a false statement considering ONLY Adrien know about her 'ladybug bff' lie. Sure, Marinette can be mad but it still doesn't justify her humiliating Lila in public space. Another Marinette stan told me 'it doesn't matter because there's only Adrien there' but it's matter, no matter how much the audience is, even it just one person, humiliating people is never justified anything, especially when the lie is not even something outrageous. I don't think any IRL celebrity would be mad if a teenager claimed to be their bff.

What Marinette do to Lila is even more outrageous than whatever lie Lila spouting in class, and yet Lila is the bad one? Lila's lies in Ladybug episode and in Onichan is the only one I consider bad, but then again Marinette has been harassing her nonstop everytime she's attending the class. Even when Lila claimed to have a disability, she never stop harassing her but somehow it's okay because Lila is bad, Marinette is good. Because yeah, people need to proof their disability or else you're a liar. It's guilty until proven innocent. Weird weird. 🙄

It just hilarious when Marinette stan say that Marinette is the victim and she's done nothing wrong, because Lila is Marinette victim first and foremost. She just decided to fight back instead of forgiving Marinette and be her ally. I wonder if Adrien decided to fight back and stop forgiving Marinette would he become an antagonist as well?

I'm not saying Lila is justified in every bad thing she do, but it's understandable. Marinette isn't any better than her because nothing about what she do to Lila is understandable, it just make her worst. The only saving grace here is Lila doesn't have real disability and the show painted her as the antagonist/villain.

The recent leak just make her worsen, more than I imagined, because the girl has real disability there. I thought having new writers and the 'sofr reboot' will make things better.

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This ask actually goes perfectly with a little thought exercise I gave myself: what if the Lila “storyline” was told from Lila’s perspective? Because, like, she would make for a pretty good lead for an “underdog protagonist decides to go full-on villain protagonist against an asshole” story with only very slight, if any, tweaking into the course of events.

You transfer into a new school and don't know anyone, so you make up a bunch of stories to make yourself seem cooler to your new classmates. You even meet a really cute boy who isn't seeing anyone, so you go a bit overboard trying to impress him. You steal a book he was really into for ideas and then try to hide the fact that you did so. Suddenly the local superhero is there screaming at you and embarrassing you in front of your crush. Clearly she isn't all that.

Next time you go to school, you find out the most popular girl in class is making stuff up about you, and she follows you around at school, trying to catch you in a lie and publicly humiliate you. She even corners you in the school bathroom so you lash out to get her to back off. Next even the boy you like is getting on your case about lying. You're certain she's been telling him things about you to make you look bad.

Somewhere along the line you find out why the school’s queen bee's been bullying you, she makes it obvious that she likes the same boy you do and has decided that he doesn't get a choice, he’s going to end up dating her. You try to fake that you're already dating to get her to back off and discover that said girl is stalking the boy you both like, but you decide to keep it a secret. It's not like that info would help you; all your classmates flock to her and support her even when she's clearly in the wrong and constantly disappears with lies about where she's going. You can tell, you lie enough yourself. It's like whenever your rival is around, your classmates become mindless idiots who’d believe anything.

The superhero situation is also getting worse. You get a chance to make things harder for the big, beloved superhero. You’ve seen her little sidekick fight Akumas alone, but she’s never had to do that. You don’t think it would really hurt her, you wouldn't be that lucky, but it would be pretty satisfying to see her on the ropes for once. So, you try to get an Akuma to beat her up a bit, maybe that’ll knock her down a peg, but the heroes win pretty effortlessly once again and now everyone treats you like you're a monster for just wanting Ladybug to have a slightly worse day for once. You don't see what the big deal is but you know you hate Ladybug and Marinette, the bullies who are praised as saints.

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Make mine a Triple Gen 1 pt.79

Wednesday afternoon M was finishing a cup of coffee when Kason walked in and stood in the doorway. He leaned against the frame and smiled.

Kason: Look who I found outside.

Behind him stood Kiersten and Winter arm in arm like they'd known each other forever. Venus and Ishtar ran in to greet Winter.

Ishtar: Auntie Winter!

Venus: Queen of Fairies. We welcome you.

Winter: My dino master! And if it isn't my firey guard herself. How are the royal voidcritters? Trained and ready for battle I hope.

Venus: Always ready my queen.

They shared a laugh and Winter gathered them both into a long hug. After greeting the remaining members of the Gratz household, elated, M led the woman out into the backyard for some privacy. Winter headed over to the cooler to grab a drink while Kiersten wandered over to Kason's work shed giving M and Winter a moment alone. Unable to wait another minute they embraced. M pulled Winter in close but when she did she felt the slight bulge beneath her coat. She took a step back and stared at Winter, the unspoken question hanging between them, until M could no longer handle the silence.

M: Are you?

Winter: I didn't want to tell you over the phone.

M: Oh my watcher congratulations! When did you find out?

Winter shook her head smiling at her friend. She had missed M a great deal and was eager to share her own news but she had a duty to herself and Peyton to find out what had happened.

Winter: Nope, later. First, tell me everything.

Mercury caught Winter up on the Paris incident with Kiersten filling in any missing details. Bundled in their coats to fight the chill of late fall on the coast, they attempt to dissect Paris's behaviors.

Winter: I saw you a season ago. How did the Leprechaun from hell manage to start that much trouble? What’s her obsession with you?

M: *sigh* It was more my mess than anything. I never should have listened to anything she said, but the pictures blinded me, and I took out my fears on Kason.

Kiersten: Don't take responsibility for Paris's actions! She's a horrible person. She wanted to hurt you and Kason. But that seems to be her thing. She didn't even think twice about using her friend for her personal game.

Winter: Kiersten is right M. Don't give that bitch any more excuses for her poor manners and offensive behavior. She's lucky I don't put a spell on her!

Kiersten: Ooo that sounds like the perfect idea. Maybe one to zip her big mouth shut for a while.

Winter: Try forever.

It was the first time Winter and Kiersten had met. M was combining her two worlds and she hoped that her lifelong partner in crime could grow to like her new down-to-earth comrade.

So far it was going better than Mercury could have imagined. It was like striking gold. M loved Kiersten with her motherly attitude. She was sweet but honest and down for a fun time. But no one could contend with the creative, high-spirited, trouble-making fairy. Yet the two women interacted as though they had been friends their whole lives instead of a few short hours.

Kiersten: Rufus told me that since that night Paris has been worse than before at work. She even seems to have it out for Rufus now and they aren't even in the same department, and with Kason gone the last couple of days after the big promotion she's been in rare form.

M: Greg hasn't done anything to get her in order?

Kiersten: Greg has been away on vacation since the night of the company dinner. He flew to Tartosa with his husband.

Winter: Can't Kason just fire her? Sounds like your whole town is under attack. I'm just glad it turned out okay. Peyton tried to get on the first train out here. He was packing and mumbling something about kicking Kason's ass if any of it was true trying to calm him was hilarious. Come to think of it I owe Kason a smack on the head.

The women laughed. It was a relief to finally be able to talk about Paris so openly. M hadn't mentioned Paris or Madison unless she was talking to Takara. She even stopped asking Kason about Paris at work afraid to break the peace that had descended on their lives. If he didn't mention her neither would she.

Kiersten: Peyton is your husband right?

Winter looked over at M who had a smug smirk on her face

M: Yeah Winter is Peyton your husband?

Winter rolled her eyes and turned to Kiersten.

Winter: You have no idea what you've just started.

M: No go on Winter. Tell us when and how you got married.

Winter sighed and removed her coat. Hanging upside down on the sofa she rushed through the story.

Winter: We still lived in San Myshuno and the romance festival was in town. So Peyton and I stopped by just for a cup of Sakura tea when he got dragged into a love reading from one of those phony guru guys. Anyways he told Peyton not to make long-term plans about our relationship and that pissed Peyton off. You know Mr. I get what I want, he tried to get the guy to change his reading, and when he wouldn't Peyton swore he'd show him that we were meant for each other. Long story short, he pulled me over to the festival wedding arch and we were married that night.

Kiersten smiled with tears in her eyes, but M narrowed hers.

Kiersten: Wow! That's quite the story. It's simple yet so roman-

M: Moral of the story, she robbed me of my chance at being a bridesmaid!

Winter: Here we go again. No I did not! We’ve been over this. There wouldn't have been any bridesmaids because we would have married quietly at the courthouse! And you would have been my maid of honor. In charge of all the gritty stuff plus I’d get to boss you around.

M: Like you do already.

Winter knew that if she ever settled down she wanted to be married in private just her, her family, and her mate.

Winter: Besides you can't blame me for this it was completely Peytons idea.

M: I dont remember hearing a part in the story where you tried to stop him.

Winter: You can be Kiersten’s Maid of Honor, problem solved.

M: She’s already married Winter!!

Winter: Oh, right. Oh well.

Kiersten watched the two go back and forth. They became more animated the longer they bantered, but it was all in good spirit. Kiersten could tell they were close. She had missed this kind of female company until she’d became friends with M and she could feel Winter quickly growing on her. Suddenly she had a thought.

Kiersten: Oh my watcher! What if we plan her a wedding?

M rounded on her dropping back into the seat closest to Kiersten with a huge smile and flirty eyes.

M: Maybe you should marry me? Why didn’t I think of that it’s a great idea!

Winter hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Winter: I should have known you would be trouble, you are as bad as a fairy. Goddess like appearance yet a heart made of pure evil and you! Mercury Gratz if you-

M: Oh you have no idea. Kiersten grab Dite were about to go shopping.

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Sidebar: Winter kept switching her outfit between cold weather and every day. I just let it be since she's Pregnant AGAIN! (No I didn't make her once again Winter does what Winter wants) but I have changed the settings since then. I am blaming it on her bouncing between hot and cold.

Pose: @starrysimsie group couch chat @Atashi77 bowing down poses @simmireen three friends.

[yinwaryuri]

Just a non-comprehensive list of all the things P'Jojo touched on throughout the entirety of The Warp Effect:

The harm of forcing teens to promise absolute abstinence from sex while not providing space for safe and open discussions about it

Some people have a strong sense of their sexuality/gender identity. Others don't

Even guys who seem like good ones can do horrible things and be unaware. They are not required to be forgiven no matter how guilty they feel

Being single by choice is not shameful

Fwb is not shameful either

No one has any right to expect more out of a relationship when you have communicated what you are up for up front

Female friendship is a beautiful, wonderful thing, why would we pit so many bad bitches against each other when they're cooler as friends?

Nonsexual kinks are valid and with the right person can make for a beautiful relationship

There are several methods for pregnancy and it's important to discuss things with your donor (if you've chosen one personally)

Listen to your partner! It is actually possible to be together for a decade and still be unaware of something they like/dislike!

You can be forgiven for being shitty in high school but that is not up to you, it's only up to the person you have wronged

Always know the age of whoever you're talking to so you don't accidentally sleep with a minor

Fatphobia and transphobia have never been cool

Trauma hurts and the journey to work through it is difficult. It's not wrong to want to reconcile with someone and find that you can't. It's not wrong to try to push past it numerous times. It is not your fault someone ruined what should be a good experience for you

Nonsexual intimacy is valid and the right partner will work with you to understand your needs

The choice to have children is a really big one and no it should not be an excuse to keep the relationship together. The choice not to doesn't always have to break it up either

Abortion is a personal matter and should be done safely and legally

STDs have all sorts of origins and are an important matter to address in terms of being polyamorous or even going from one partner to the next. They are also not a reason to feel shame and are simply a matter of getting proper treatment and abstaining from sex while healing. Straight couples can get them, it isn't just a gay stereotype

Anyone can have a romantic relationship and not have sex

Parenting from afar isn't being responsible, but it is still possible to create a relationship with your estranged child

Dick size is nothing to be concerned about - you can find someone who enjoys a sexual relationship with you no matter what

It is so important to see your doctor. If that doctor makes you uncomfortable, though, you should be fine to leave and go somewhere else

Gay does not mean pedophile and it's important for you and your children to know the difference because there are gay teachers and coaches who have enough on their shoulders

Cheating doesn't have to include anything physical if you're seeking pleasure from someone who is not your partner and have not discussed such things with your partner or the person you cheat with

Sex work should not be criminalized and more of us need to standing up for the rights of sex workers

Masturbation is normal and doesn't have to be treated as sad or pathetic

Cishet people can be amazing allies. You can have your group of gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and trans people with a bunch of them included and it can be a fabulous group

Casting agents that don't allow for body and gender diversity don't deserve their job

The show gave us a whole PSA on pelvic exams????? HELP??????

ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFE SEX NO MATTER WHAT YOUR AGE, ORIENTATION, OR IDENTITY IS - ALWAYS HAVE A PROPER DISCUSSION AND STICK TO WHAT EVERYONE CONSENTS TO. ALWAYS

I swear I'm still missing stuff but everything that The Warp Effect said is so special to me

[wanderingmind867]

I've been working on my Earth-One version of Infinity Inc idea. Here's some of it now. I may never actually do anything with any of these ideas, but i still think my concept here isn't horrible.

Infinity Inc (Earth-One) Founding Members: The context here is that of my imaginary scenario wherein the crisis on infinite earths occurred, but it just led to a new world where elements of Earth-One and Earth-Two coexisted. But Earth-One and Earth-Two still exist, so we can get stories about an older Justice League. Or this story, about the Legion of the Forgotten (Earth-One's Version of Infinity Inc).

This team is founded in 1987, when Jason Todd, Eddie Bloomberg, Larry Lance, Artemis Prince and John Dearborn meet and bond over defeating the supervillian Doctor Light, an old foe of the original Justice League. Since the New Teen Titans (like Dick Grayson and Wally West) were replacing their mentors on the Justice League, this team got to be the new version of the Teen Titans. But Eddie, Jason, Larry, Artemis and John didn't like that name. It's too kitsch. They wanted something cooler. And so they chose a name with some real flair: The Legion of the Forgotten (because that's how they felt, being sidekicks and/or the ignored and rejected children of superheroes).

Founding members:

Robin II (Jason Todd): Jason Todd is a fairly well known character, and I'm not changing anything about his pre-crisis backstory. He's just Jason Todd. Robin. Born in 1975. Him and Eddie Bloomberg were already best friends and penpals, but they accidentally run into the other three teens on this team a few years into their friendship.

The Feathered Arrow (Larry Queen): The Adopted Son of Green Arrow and Black Canary, Larry Queen was born in 1978. Found by Black Canary when he was just a baby in 1979, Dinah insisted Oliver and her raise him. She named him for her dearly departed first husband, Larry Lance. And he got the finest training his two superhero parents could afford him. He learned archery from oliver and martial arts from dinah. He didn't often get many chances to show off his skills (since he was still young in the 80s), so he had a pretty average childhood.

And since Larry was a bit of a lonely kid, he signed up for a cross-country pen pal program. And this is how he ends up best friends with Jason Todd, living all the way on the opposite end of the country. Neither of them knows the other's secrets (that their adoptive parents are superheroes), but they end up best friends.

Jason plans a big hang out between him, larry and eddie bloomberg in NYC one summer. But sadly, Doctor Light crashes their holiday. And then these three kids end up meeting John Dearborn (nephew of sue dibny) and artemis prince (the previously unknown daughter of Wonder Woman), and they end up teaming up to save NYC. That's how the Legion of the Forgotten is born. And despite Larry being the baby of the original five team members, everyone treats him like an equal.

Kid Devil (Eddie Bloomberg): What is there to add to Kid Devil that you couldn't find online? Not much (in my opinion). Eddie Bloomberg, sidekick to the Blue Devil. Penpals with Jason Todd. Also born in 1975 (just like Jason Todd). Beyond that, i'm not changing any details of their character.

[dollsonmain]

omg

Another chaotic day, but chaotic in a different way.

She added even more tasks to my morning which I don't appreciate. I already struggle to get anything done.

Right when I discovered that the reason the floor in the cooler has been sticky is because someone spilled a whole gallon of milk in there and never told anyone, which of course I was told to clean up because I work there, and it was horrible because it already was stinky and clumpy, and I only had like 20 minutes left before it was time to go, a customer dropped a Monster and it exploded covering two whole panels of products.

The milk spill was in THE most inconvenient place in that furniture will have to be moved, the 20 foot floor mat will have to be pulled out and hosed down, then let to dry, and I physically just fucking can't especially in only a half an hour.

And the Monster Mangler was so sorry. He was like "Um..... I'll pay for that uh..." and I was like "Nah, man, that sort of thing happens." He didn't break anything, he just made everything sticky.

Then she gave me Tasks and I tried to find the sausage patties, looked right at the box, and didn't see it because it was well past Eat Time but I didn't get eat time because I was only scheduled 5 hours today, and both my blood sugar and pressure were dropping and I saw something entirely different in that box. I saw bread rolls.

I'm actually still not convinced that box isn't full of bread rolls.

So I don't know.

And like... The whole cooler needs to be dumped out and hosed down. It's disgusting in there. There's stinky milk, there's mold, there's soda spilled, there's Monster...

And she's like Ok do Task when I had like 10 minutes left which is when I should be counting my drawer and doing my dishes, and Task, which I guess I'm the official sandwich maker now and I do not like that I hate making food and it's such a pain because I have to take the gloves on and off to ring up customers and I get stuck in the gloves because my hands sweat.

I think I need to take some simple cotton gloves to wear under the work gloves maybe. I do have a bunch of those somewhere.

And it's just the same shit you can buy at Walmart and put together yourself and you're just paying like 400%. Because I made it.

Like....

You get one sub roll, 3 thin slices of cheap turkey sandwich meat, and 2 slices of even cheaper American cheese for $5.

The "Cold Cut Sub" is literally a sub roll, 2 slices of Oscar Mayer Bologna, and 2 slices of American cheese.

...

And I just.... I hate making this shit.

But that's apparently my job, now, even though I didn't retake the food handler's course and didn't apply for sandwich lady.

It was already half an hour past when I was supposed to leave, and I still had to tally my drawer, which I couldn't because I couldn't count anymore, because the sugar.

And I also don't get to pee which is bad because of my kidneys. Which is isn't that I'm not allowed to go pee it's just that I don't get a chance. I'm the only one on the floor. So it'd been from about 5:30 since That Guy was able to drive me to work this morning, until like.... noon, until I got to pee and that didn't smell great which is a bad sign. I have to monitor the smell of my pee for kidney infection smells.

I'm chugging water rn to flush everything out.

And it EXTRA sucks because I wanted to go to town this weekend to go to Goodwill and get a keychain bracelet thing or a lanyard for the store key so I can better keep track of it until I give it back to Manager when she gets back from her trip week after next, but I can't do that because That Guy took the car for the weekend. He'll be home Sunday.

So.

I can't do that until Sunday evening or Monday after work at least.

I have fewer hours next week. I guess in case no one else is in the store to give me a chance to go eat at lunch time. Manager said her sister will try to be there when I get there in the morning but there's no guarantee, and the way she's setting things up it sounds like she half expects her sister to not show up at all. Their dad, the owner, tends to show up around my lunch time but doesn't get on the floor. He does admin stuff in the office while he has his breakfast.

Multiple of my fingernails split so I have to cut them all off again.

I'm so.

I'm

tired

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

I've got various TWDG head canons, some which are basically fluff, and some of which are pretty dark.

I wanna say my most lighthearted head canons are stuff like, I definitely think Duck dressed up as Robin the halloween before the apocalypse.

Also he hilariously thinks Lee is cooler than his dad. Considering in his game of detective he assigns Lee the role of Batman instead of his dad Kenny.

While my darkest head canons are stuff like, I'm 99% sure Jolene's daughter was traded to the St. Johns for Danny St. John to "enjoy" by the Save Lot Bandits in exchange for food or something else.

Maybe to really solidify their deal.

I mean. It's awful to think about, but it makes complete sense.

Danny St. John is implied to be a pedo with an interest in little girls, considering he wants to keep Clementine alive over anyone else in the group.

Danny specifically went out to the woods looking for Jolene in order to silence her. Even though there isn't really a reason for Danny to be doing so if he didn't have Jolene's daughter at some point.

I mean, if the St. Johns are scared of her spilling the beans on their deal with the bandits to the random survivors they're hunting, then why didn't they send the bandits after her?

She's an exile from the bandit's group, I feel like if their deal was what they were worried about protecting, the St. Johns would demand the bandits silence Jolene. The bandit's actions is what caused the problem, therefore it's their job to fix said problem.

Not to mention, why else would the bandits take Jolene's daughter in the first place?

She's heavily implied to be close to the same age as Clementine, as Jolene in her delusions thinks Clementine is her daughter.

Meaning that if she was given to the St. Johns, she wouldn't have been used for food, not right away anyways, and they definitely wouldn't have picked a kid over an adult.

It's the whole reason Andy shoots down Danny picking Clementine to be kept alive. Not enough meat on her body to make very much food.

So if the bandits were to the point of giving up one of their own to be eaten, I definitely think they would have given Jolene to the St. Johns.

Which only really leaves one other option. Trading Jolene's daughter away to the St. Johns, not to be eaten, but for some other nefarious purpose. Which can really only be one thing.

I mean, I guess it's possible the Save Lot Bandits just took Jolene's daughter out into the woods to kill her. But we're never even given the slightest hint of a reason as to why they'd do that.

Like there's no ranting from Jolene that they thought her daughter was unfairly using up resources and not contributing anything to the group, or that she'd gotten sick, or been bitten.

And in Jolene's rambles, she heavily implies that both she and her daughter had been sexually assaulted by the men in the Save Lot Bandits, or men closely associated with the Bandits, who could only really be the St. Johns if it's not referring to just the Bandits themselves.

But even if Jolene only knows of the abuse her daughter suffered at the hands of the bandits, that the bandits sexually abused her daughter, definitely means not a single one of them would feel an ounce of shame in trading the girl away to the St. Johns for bonus points.

Not to mention they're definitely cool with cannibalism, considering they're deal with the St. Johns. They can be in denial all they want, but it's obvious that the St. Johns don't have any more animals other than their one cow, and the deal is that the bandits heard people into the St. John's trap.

So yeah, I definitely think Jolene's daughter ended up in the possession of Danny St. John before she died, as horrible as that is.

[thegeminisage]

time for a star trek update. sunday we watched ds9's "dax" and tng's "tapestry," and last night* we watched ds9's "the passenger"

*times changed as always i am actually typing this up at 1am and scheduling it to go up later

dax (ds9):

i feel like we sorely needed this episode bc we havent gotten much out of dax yet, except for how she (he? to refer to the old one right) and sisko fucked twins together or something (and good for them)

i like the ethical questions it presents. IS jadzia responsible for crimes curzon committed? she both is and isn't the same person, but who she is can't be split down the middle, so how can you be fair to both halves?

WWWILD that people fight for the honor of being possessed by a worm. i think that sounds horrible. not everyone has to agree with me, of course

i like whatever sisko and dax have going on. "you used to be way older than me and my father figure and we fucked twins one time but now you're a SUPER hot young woman who i both know very well and also don't know at all and one time you touched my face oh So gently." like, what the hell was that, firstly, and secondly, he can't even decide if he's attracted to her or not. the upshot of it all being that if jadzia was only jadzia she would, hilariously, be way too young for him

kira didn't have much screentime in this episode but i like when she and sisko instantly and nonverbally worked out that she was gonna be a shit about bureaucracy simply to get dax's ass out of the frying pan. and she smiled the whole time she did it!! i love i love i LOVE that she smiles when she's angry. one hundo percent my fav thing about her

they didn't exactly answer any of the questions they set up in this episode bc dax got off on a technicality (didn't do the murder) but i kind of like it better that way. like, you really CAN'T answer where dax ends and jadzia begins, that's the point of it. if i was ranking ds9 characters from most to least favorite (adn trust me i WILL get to that), dax would probably be near be near the bottom, not bc i don't like her but because usually she's very closed off and not interesting, but this was fascinating af. good for her

tapestry (tng):

this episode fucking sucked ass

firstly, q didn't add anything to this episode. like he didn't save picard from danger, or affect change in any way whatsoever. picard coded but lived. that's the exact same thing that would have happened had q not interfered. so what did he even do that for? normally he gives a reason even if it is a bad one but this time it's ???

way too few moments of q wanting desperately to fuck picard while picard wants desperately to be away from him bc he a wretched little man. i bet he watched picard fuck that girl though

which by the way is sooo weird. she's too young to be kissing sir patrick stewart, love and light

the story picard told about getting stabbed to wesley was actually one of the cooler moments of that episode, but seeing it acted out, especially by the actor who played young picard, made it...less cool. sir patrick stewart did a better job because he's sir patrick stewart, but i was so done with the episode by the time we got there that i didn't care

what was the message of this episode exactly? it's dumb to have regrets? you should always get into bar brawls that can kill you and you're a bad friend if you don't do it? don't attempt to initiate a romantic relationship with a girl you've been crushing on who has stated that she likes you back? picard's like "hey maybe we shouldn't provoke these guys who can kill us over a fucking game" and suddenly everyone in his life thinks he's a bad person?? like he was afraid for his life and his friend was just bulldozing over all his concerns THAT GUY is a bad person. not picard?? for once??

johnny nickname stupid. actually picard's whole younger self persona sucks. it's like what society thinks captain kirk was, because of KIRK DRIFT. he's a caricature. and old present day picard is a pussy who never leaves the ship and told worf to kill himself?? is there no middle ground???

oh yeah and isn't it a little insulting to be like...my god, this LOSER who carries around papers all day and does nothing else, this life is a fate worse than death! it's better to be DEAD than in a body of a low ranking science officer. If You Don't Get Stabbed In Bar Fights No One Will Ever Notice You You Will Never Be Offered Opportunities

like sorry who did they think watched star trek...surely not people with day jobs which involved carrying papers to superiors

at least we have dom jot. it look sooooo fun i was utterly captivated by it i wanna play it in REAL LIFE

anyway. bad episodes when we not only don't have the side characters doing nothing but they straight up arent even here. SIGH. i want tng to be good so bad please please please let the next ones be good

the passenger (ds9):

HELLOOOOOO this one served SOOO much cunt. like, first of all, i want that twink obliterated

it's increasingly funny to be watching julian get shot down by dax. it's like the vibe q and picard have but more grounded and less horrible. and you can tell she really likes him but not Like That, more like a "aww this is my pet twink who keeps hitting on me hes so funny" kind of way. she thinks he's adorable but wouldn't fuck him.

I HOPE. i'll be crushed if he has any romantic entanglements because i want to exclusively imagine him with garak but also because whatever he has going on with jadzia is really funny

also, whatever speech he was making to kira in the shuttle about how fucking great he is when this is his first field assignment. he is so unwell and also funny. her giving up in sheer incredulity and playing along for the bit because he's so stupid you can't even be insulted was like. really good.

odo my beloved...he was really autistic in this episode. he was like, i need to know exactly what my duties are and who's in charge and know that i won't be undermined here. considering the xenophobia he's dealt with i absolutely get it. AND!!! he gave that annoying yellowshirt guy full credit where it was due even though he was being annoying and a big meanie earlier. i loved also that sisko was straight with him, said he liked him, AND!!! stood up for him behind his back. picard never supports his people like this he's too busy telling worf to kill himself ro whatever it is that he does

i also like, of course, all that he has going on with quark. "i'm always watching him" or whatever he said. so true. not to be space racist, but if you'd told me before i watched ds9 i'd have so much fun with the ferengi i'd have thought you were out of your fucking mind

anyway, i haven't decided if anyone in ds9 is my specialest little princess yet but odo, sisko, and kira are currently my top contenders.

oh, speaking of that annoying yellowshirt guy, i was SOOO sure the bad guy had jumped in him bc of his personality transplant but he really did just get his act together and the bad guy was in bashir instead. LOVED that twist bc star trek so rarely manages to trick me, but also i solved it ahead of time because of Clues so i got to feel tricked AND feel smart

the guy who plays julian certainly did act. in those scenes. he opened his mouth so wide to enunciate. he spoke so slowly. it was so fucking hilarious

i like when he got back and he was like it's me, don't shoot! they shot his ass anyway. i literally want that twink obliterated

anyway 9/10 great episode the only thing i missed was o'brien

NEXT TIME: tng's "birthright," parts i & ii, hopefully at the same time lol

[egg-emperor]

Last I checked, William isn't causing world-ending atrocities everywhere he goes. Nor as vastly.

If it was new fans saying that, that'd be one thing. But somehow, Frontiers somehow managed to make over 50% of the fanbase forget stuff like Gamma, Emerl, and even Metal a few time. (There's literally an official animation of Eggman abandoning Metal for months and only took him because Amy returned him. Then the doctor proceeds to use him as a footstool.)

Just because Eggman is nice to Sage [so far], it doesn't erase what he did or could do to other creations in the future. Including her.

Yeah like I love William Afton too and the comparison is fun, that's why it bothers me to see him putting against a misinterpretation of Eggman that inaccurately presents him in a way that downplays and softens him, to try to say William is worse and more dangerous. It's way cooler to look at them accurately. He hasn't surpassed any limits of Eggman's (he doesn't have any aside from the world he wants to rule being completely destroyed so the Eggman Empire can't even exist), he's been stuffing small creatures into robots and trying to kill kids decades before William was created, he's like the blueprint lol

People aren't realizing that the comparison is way more fun when understanding they're both terrible people and incredibly alike in many more ways! But ultimately when it comes to who is most dangerous, it's factually Eggman for his way bigger target of the entire planet, his reach with multiple globally devastating destructive atrocities he's caused that has realistically wiped out thousands, and how he seeks to own and control the entire planet and make everyone his slaves and will kill anyone who gets in his way and won't submit to the empire.

I don't blame Frontiers itself for why people are saying Eggman is the better person, it's the misinterpretations that's making people think he's soft and believe he has being a good father over William because he really doesn't. In fact, Frontiers is just what makes Eggman a father at all and a bad one at that with the real canon dynamic with Sage + how he's treated all his other creations terribly such as Metal Sonic, E Series, Orbot and Cubot, etc, which are now like his kids too as he entertained her wanting them to be her siblings- giving him yet another thing in common with William. XD

Sage is already trapped in the situation of being the favorite child for appealing to Eggman's selfish desires and ego, so there's the pressure to live up to high standards of perfection as he gets pissed the second she does anything he doesn't like but highly praises her the next when she does exactly what he wants in a way he approves, which is manipulative. Then there's how he takes out his anger in direct verbal and physical ways with his other creations which is bad for them and Sage to be around. It's a toxic environment to be in, they're only valued for as long as they're loyal and useful.

so Eggman 🤝 William - harming small creatures and shoving them into robots, killing children, and being bad fathers lol. him being a father doesn't make him nicer and softer than William at all because he's a bad one too, it actually just gives them yet another thing in common with how terrible they are! and I love horrible insane murderous middle aged dilfs so this is an absolute win lol

[magicalgirlsuggestions]

Do you think YuYuYu is ableist?

IMO, i think the concept of having your disability magically cure isn't that bad, and some (not all, just some) disabilities can indeed be like a curse (like chronic pain).

I don't get why some just badly hate its ending where the girls gain back what they lost; the show isn't perfect (*cough* sexualizing minors *cough*) but the healing of their disabilities shouldn't be counted as one of the flaws.

Many people can live with their disabilities, but others suffered from theirs, how come wanting to cure your disability is seen as ableist?

I totally understand what you mean, Nonnie. Though, I feel like the specific problem isn't that the characters were healed, but rather everything with Tougo.

Because at the beginning of the show before we know anything about mankai or the sange, Tougo is in a wheelchair. It's a fairly respectful depiction too! The chair lift at school, how she moves around and all that. The fact she's a member of the main cast and gets to fight along side the others is even cooler!

But then we learn "oh, she wasn't actually disabled! it was because of mankai!" and at the end of the first season, she doesn't need a wheelchair anymore. So we start out with amazing representation done in a respectful manner, only to end with that representation being erased.

Something I said in my review of the series (which you should watch :3c) is that yes, not being able to walk sucks and being disabled is not fun. But at the same time, it doesn't have to always be so bad.

For instance! I have food allergies. Peanuts, tree nuts, and milk can and will kill me. That is something I have struggled and lived in fear of my whole life. Whenever I see even a minor instance of a character saying "oh I'm allergic to that" I feel a bit excited because I am seeing an aspect of my personal life reflected back at me. An aspect of my life that often gets ignored or forgotten by others.

So if a character was like, idk CURSED with food allergies or something, and they spent their whole arc searching for a cure or lamenting about how horrible and agonizing it is to live with these limitations! Idk man I'd feel pretty bad.

It is a complicated issue that warrants further discussion. I know that the writers and animators behind the story put the utmost effort into respectfully and realistically portraying Tougo's disability, and they did an amazing job. It just sucks that the effort is no longer needed after season 1.

Not to mention, but Tougo losing her Doc-Ock ribbon stilts is just objectively a less interesting character design choice. All the girls can jump around and run, but Tougo's movements in season one were unique and super fun! So it sucks that it was lost moving forward.

Again, I recommend watching my review because I go into a bit more detail on my personal feelings of the matter (around 20:34 is the timestamp). It is a very nuanced topic that deserves further discussion.

[fantastictrashpolice]

hi. you never told me all of this!! and i honestly don't know what to say, because feeling like you exist, like you're valued as a person is one of the hardest things in the world. most people take others for granted which is shitty and horrible and undermining D: please know that i love all your interests and having more, or fluctuating between them is literally what makes you cooler! i would love to hear about anything you're obsessed with, and i would love to hear about your writing too!! what inspires you? tell me about your ocs! and what kind of music do you like? (ok i just skipped from subject to subject there, and did you know!there's a french phrase for that- "sauter du coq à l'âne", which literally translates to "to jump from rooster to donkey"! isn't that interesting?) which countries do you like? what's your dream aesthetic, or just. your dreams in general!! please don't put yourself down, i love your blog, your aesthetic, and you're amazing and beautiful. you ARE cool. i wouldn't be able to keep up with all your interests never in my life. also unrelated but being described as the "absolute chaotic academia masterpiece". but back to the subject. maybe you need to make a change in your life? i mean i think you're doing perfectly! maybe you need some different frens :3. idk. but please just know that i love it when you interact with my posts and i think you're really interesting and complex. and i want to get to know you <3333 anyway here's some tea ☕ and cookie 🍪 🍪 🍪

Thank you for such an amazing ask!!!!!

(I ferociously devour the cookies, then take a very long slow sip of the tea)

To answer your questions in order:

I'm inspired by music, fanfiction, and whatever random thing I can think of that would make a vaguely entertaining story.

Right now I've got one major OC and another OC in development. The finished OC is (currently) named Professor Eden, who's a burnt-out researcher who keeps rats in his apartment. The in-development OC is a rat who lives in Professor Eden's apartment and is probably the protagonist of the story. Oh, and there might be a rat god involved.

I like fan songs, punk, and songs from musicals. Plus a bunch of songs that fall into other categories like indie, pop, or... I'm not even really sure.

I don't really have a favorite country, but I've always thought the UK was cool! (...mostly because of Doctor Who.) ...I just realized you're French... You know what, forget I said the UK is cool- what I'm trying to say is that Doctor Who is cool.

My dream aesthetic is either goblincore or dark academia.

My biggest dream in general is to become a published author- or better yet, to become a published author with a devoted and respectful internet following :3

As you can see, you're in good company because I also tend to jump from rooster to donkey. Thank you for the kind words and excuse to rant!

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 13 - In Lieu of a Roof

Chapter summary: Dook has a long night. A/N:

I hope this is a good conclusion to Queenie's arc! it went on a lot longer than I expected it to lol but she ended up being an interesting character to me, and I'm happy with how it all shook out. I hope you are too! enjoy the chapter :]

Chapter word count: 2,219 <- Chapter 12 - Chapter 14 -> Read it on AO3!

Dook rushes through the doors of the hospital's waiting room, met with the faces of his friends. The room is a thin rectangle, with seats on either side. On the far end, a water cooler and an empty table sit, and on the back of the right wall, a set of double doors leading out. Fatz, Mitzi, and Queenie sit on the left side, and Billy Bob and Looney Bird sit on the right. They all turn to look at him expectantly.

"I... guess I'm the last one here," Dook says. "Do we know what happened?"

They all hesitate a moment, before Fatz speaks up. "It was a car crash," he says. "From what the police said, seems like he ran a red light and got hit."

Dook huffs. "Is... is he okay?"

"They won't let us see him," Queenie says.

"I heard they're operating," Looney Bird chimes in.

"But they said he was gonna be fine," Mitzi adds.

Dook doesn't know what to say. It's good he's going to be alright, but... Beach Bear is still hurt, because of him.

"Why don't you come sit with us, Dook?" Billy Bob offers, patting the seat next to him. Dook nods, shuffling over to the chair and sitting down. He stares at his feet.

"When are they gonna let us see him?" He asks.

"Whenever they're ready, I guess," Queenie replies. Dook looks up, realizing he's sitting directly across from her. She gives him nothing but a sour feeling now. He looks back down at his feet, not saying anything.

Time passes– what feels like ages, but without looking at a clock, the actual length of time is impossible to tell. The room is mostly silent. It's horrible, oppressive. Finally, Dook sighs sharply.

"I'm goin' to the bathroom," he says, standing. Then, without waiting for anyone's response, he leaves the room.

Dook walks briskly down the hallway, the cool air of the hospital refreshing after sitting stagnant for so long. He strides forward, sure of himself only until he reaches the first crossroads, where he slows and eventually stops.

"Lost?" A voice sounds from behind him.

"Fatz," Dook says. "I, uh... Yeah."

Fatz chuckles. "I'll walk you there," he says.

The two continue down the hallway, turning right. The same uncomfortable silence lapses over them again, until Fatz finally speaks.

"Uncomfortable in there, isn't it?" He asks.

Dook looks at him, then laughs a little. "Yeah," he says. "I just wanted some air."

"I figured," Fatz replies. "Thought I could use some myself, too."

They reach the next opening, turning right.

Dook hesitates for a moment before asking, "Where were you when you heard?"

"At home," Fatz tells him. "I was cookin' dinner, and I got the call from Queenie." He laughs. "Had to leave my food to get cold."

"I was at home too," Dook says. "Well– Beach Bear's home."

"You live with him, don't ya?"

"Well, sure, but... It's not like I contribute much or nothin'."

"You've been there a while," Fatz says. "If he wanted anything more from you, he'd say it."

Dook looks at him as they turn right down the next hallway. Maybe he's right. Maybe... Beach Bear just wants him there. Maybe Beach Bear just likes him. But that idea only makes the current situation feel worse. Dook betrayed his trust, and now he's injured because of it.

"I wish things had gone different," Dook mutters.

"How so?" Fatz asks.

"I..." Dook slows his pace, eventually stopping. "Before Beach Bear got hurt, we... we got into a fight. I was wrong. I did somethin' I really wasn't supposed to, and..." He feels a knot forming in his throat. "He left 'cause he didn't wanna be around me, and... And if he hadn't done that, he'd..."

Fatz hums in acknowledgement, a low rumble from his chest. He places a hand on Dook's shoulder.

"Listen, Dook," he says, "you like this guy, don't you?"

"Huh?" He looks up at him. Is he that obvious?

"Y'know," Fatz says. "You want him to be safe. You care about him."

"Sure," Dook replies. "Much as anyone else does, at least."

"Beach Bear's not the type to hold petty grudges," Fatz says. "I'm sure once you get the chance to talk to him again, y'all will be able to smooth things over." Dook himself isn't so sure, but he nods anyway.

"I wouldn't beat myself up about it," Fatz tells him, and they continue walking. "Can't go back and change the past, anyways."

They round the next corner, and find themselves back where they started.

"This is–" Dook starts.

"I figured you didn't actually want to use the bathroom," Fatz says. "Just wanted some air, right?"

"Y... yeah," Dook says.

Fatz holds the door open for him, and they both file back into the room and into the same seats they occupied.

Time passes, measured only by the songs Dook can hear quietly piped into the room through some unseen speaker. It's calming music, stuff from the 50s and 60s... And played so quietly, Dook finds himself nodding off.

But, no, he can't sleep. Not now. How would that make him look? This is a dire situation– he'd look unconcerned. He can't fall asleep. He won't fall asleep...

Dook is awoken by the feeling of the seat next to him shifting. Not Billy Bob– no, this is the seat to his left, and much lighter. He opens his eyes groggily. Mitzi has climbed onto the seat next to him. Everyone else is nowhere to be found.

"Where's your sister?" He asks Mitzi.

"Bathroom," she says.

"Where's everyone else?" He asks.

"Went home," she says.

The music has stopped being piped into the room. "What time is it?" Dook asks.

Mitzi shrugs. "Late," she replies. "You were sleeping a while."

Dook sighs through his nose. He blew it. "Do we know anythin' else?"

"No," she grumbles. "Mini might let me stay home from school tomorrow," she adds.

"I bet it's past your bedtime, huh?" Dook says. "How come you're not tired?"

"I have a lot of practice stayin' up later than I'm supposed to," Mitzi says, a bit proudly.

Dook chuckles. "You're a good kid, Mitzi," he tells her.

Just then, Queenie walks back into the room, sitting down across from the two. She eyes them both, arms folded. Dook immediately quiets down, returning his gaze to his feet. Mitzi returns to her sister's side. The room lapses into silence.

After a few minutes, Queenie stands, possibly sensing his discomfort– possibly feeling uncomfortable herself. She moves toward the back of the room, the water cooler. Dook eyes her from his seat, watching as she fills the little paper cup. Despite it being full, she pauses for a while before taking it, and then pauses again before actually taking a sip. Her back remains turned to him and Mitzi the whole time. It's like she's intentionally drawing it out. No use in watching her, he figures.

Dook looks back forward, and catches a glance at Mitzi– she's somehow fallen asleep. Guess she isn't as versed in staying up as she claimed. Dook sighs softer, feeling somewhat alone now.

Then, a weight shifts next to him, sitting down.

"So, what did you say to him?" Queenie asks.

Dook sighs, sharper now. "I didn't say nothin' to him." Nothing intentionally hurtful, at least. "I told him the truth. He got mad at me. He left."

"He left," Queenie repeats. "You must've said something to make him want to leave."

"No," he insists. "He–" He pauses, measuring if he should mention the stuff he revealed about his parents. "He told me money was tight. Told me he coulda done much better with it than I did." He huffs. "I dunno why you're so surprised. You were the one who told him about the money."

"You were the one who blew it," she says.

"It's none of your damn business what I do," he shoots back.

"It's my business what you do with Beach Bear," she replies.

"Since when?" He snaps. "What kinda authority do you have on him, huh? Last I checked, he hated you!"

"He–" She furrows her brow. "No he doesn't," she says assuredly, leaning back in her chair.

" 'Course he does," Dook grumbles. "He told me about you guys, back then. About the Wolf Pack."

Mini is quiet for a moment. "What'd he tell you?" She asks.

"How y'all fought all the time," Dook says. "And about the fire. And how y'all went your own separate ways after, but you followed him."

They sit in uncomfortable silence for a moment. Finally, she speaks. "He ever bring you up on the roof?" She asks.

"...Yeah," Dook says.

"That was our thing," she tells him. "Yeah, we fought. All of us fought. We were all asshole teenagers. None of us had good lives. None of us knew how to love people properly. And we were all always on edge. Always thought we were all a second away from hurting each other. Maybe we were hurting each other. I dunno.

"I don't know the whole psychology behind it, I just know we all stuck with each other. Even if we fought, we were all... We were all the only people who felt like we understood each other. And when we climbed up on that roof together, we didn't have to apologize or anything. That gesture itself cleared the air. It meant we still loved each other.

"It's fucked up, I guess. It's not 'normal,' or whatever. But it's what we did. We all cared about each other, we all knew that. Beach Bear's... like my brother, I guess. It's my business to know his business. Even if he fuckin'... sucks, sometimes, I worry about him." She chuckles. "He'd laugh at me if I ever said that to his face. But I know he feels the same way about me."

Dook recalls the night on the roof together. He was acting strange that night, he remembers. Lying about having done this all before, but still wanting to do it...

"Maybe he doesn't... wanna be that person anymore," he muses. "Whoever he was back then."

"He's not," she insists.

Dook replays the scene from earlier in his mind. The way Beach Bear pushed him. He wasn't hurt, but... He'd never been scared of him before. Not like that. He hadn't been hurt, but in that moment he believed Beach Bear might actually hurt him. He still can't shake the image of Queenie's face with those claw marks in it...

"He pushed me," he says, so soft it's barely audible. Then, a bit more confidently, "A- and he hurt you."

"He did," Mini says. She doesn't look at Dook. "He... did."

It's quiet between them for a moment. It's not as uncomfortable this time.

"Even though he did," Dook says finally, "does that... make you love him less?"

"Does it make you love him less?" She asks back.

No. He knows that. He doesn't say it, though– he knows she feels the same.

It's a strange thing, to be able to know what someone's thinking like this. To speak without really speaking. Is this what her and Beach Bear have? Is this what he and Beach Bear have? Is that what being on the roof together is?

"...Maybe I thought the wrong way 'bout you," he says.

Mini chuckles. "What'd you think about me before?" She asks.

"...Thought you were a jerk," he admits shyly.

She laughs. "I am a jerk," she says. "I... I am a jerk." She leans forward, resting her forearms on her knees. "I've been a jerk."

Dook isn't sure what to say. They sit quietly for a while longer.

"I shouldn't be in your business," Mini says after some time. "I gotta let Beach go... if you promise you'll take care of him."

" 'Course I will," he says. "He doesn't need me to take care of him, anyway."

"Take care of each other, then," she says. "Promise that."

"...I will," he says.

"And, in lieu of a roof..." Mini leans back, reaching into her pocket and producing an envelope. Beach Bear's name is written on it. "...Give this to him, would you?"

Dook blinks, looking at it. He isn't fully sure what it is. Regardless, he takes it. "Okay," he says, pocketing it.

Mini sighs, relieved, slumping back in her chair a bit. Her gaze fixes on Mitzi, sleeping calmly in the row of chairs across from the two of them.

"She's a good kid," Dook says.

"She is," Mini says. "Promise you'll take care of her too."

"Take care of...?"

"In the band," she says. "What are y'all calling yourselves, the Rock-afire or something?"

"The Rock-afire Explosion," Dook says. Mini smiles.

"That's a dumb name," she says. She stands, and approaches Mitzi, scooping her up. "I'm gonna get this one to bed."

"Yeah," Dook says. "Be safe."

Mini nods. "Don't stress yourself out too much about all this, alright?" She says. "Take it easy. Try to get some rest, yourself."

"Y- yeah," he says. He'd gone this long without remembering the dire circumstances they were all here under. "Thanks, Qu– Mini."

She grins. "Don't mention it."

She pushes through the double doors of the waiting area, and Dook is finally left alone.