#thread: callie.

[itchose]

❝  don’t tell my mom i'm here, ❞   she says frantically,  like it’d be an inconvenience for her.  it would be,  actually,  because she’s never felt like she was allowed to go to her own mother with what’s on her mind now,  and it feels too important to handle on her own   (  she can’t,  anyway,  spending all day overthinking everything to the point where she had to come to the one person she could think of who may help.  )    ❝  i can’t really like,  go to her.  you know how she is.  ❞   or at least,  in some ways,  she does, callie can only assume. 

callie’s hand swipes over her forehead as she takes a deep breath and forces herself to explain.   ❝  i have,  like,  a, i don’t know—   ❞   date is what she thinks it is,  but she feels embarrassed saying the word out loud,  not because dating aj would be embarrassing,  but because she’s never been asked on a date by a girl and she’s too afraid of being wrong  (  not just about the date,  but about her own feelings,  too —  she never considered that she might be attracted to girls until now.  )   ❝  — a . . . hangout. or something, i guess.  i don’t know.  i just have nothing to wear,  all my clothes suck,  and i'm definitely not going to my mom's horrible closet for help.  i just— i’m freaked out,  ❞   she admits,  which also feels embarrassing —  because of all her mother's friends,  she wanted @manslaught to think she was cool.  and this barely feels like her;  she doesn’t get nervous for dates or hang outs with friends,  so why is it suddenly such a big deal?   there’s a part of her that realizes mikayla’s probably already aware that it’s aj she’s hanging out with,  and that part of her wants to threaten mikayla not to tell her she’s this embarrassingly nervous,  but she tries not to let that get to her,  too.   ❝  i just don’t want to look— lame.  ❞

[itchose]

her grin grows  — which is strange,  because it’s so rare for callie to smile this easily,  whether it’s because she intentionally never lets anyone see her like this, or because that kind of simple joy just doesn’t come easily to her.  but it does now,  because aj’s funny,  and callie’s comfortable with her despite the nerves she can’t shake.   ❝  so he’s just as embarrassing as my dad? ❞   she teases with a small laugh— though she’ll take embarrassing over however she could describe her mother.  with a scoff,  she shakes her head.  ❝  oh, no.  i don’t even think he’d know how to clean it.  but whatever, at least it got me out of falling into the trap of child stardom or whatever,  ❞   she jokes.

 ❝  no!  ❞   she exclaims quickly, though she can tell she’s only teasing and tries to relax.  ❝  i mean, i just never really looked at it or thought about it.  i saw him all the time.  did i really need a dumb picture of him, too?  ❞   she says, like that’s obviously ridiculous—  but she can’t help but wonder if maybe it was someone else,  someone right for her,  she’d want the photo.   she opens her mouth to speak, but her jaw clenches, and her shoulders start to deflate as she thinks it over.   ❝  um.  no.  maybe it’s shitty to say, but—  i don’t know.  one day i just realized it wasn’t what i thought it was.  i was tired.  and— annoyed.  i didn’t even like him anymore.  ❞   though she almost chokes on the word ‘anymore.’  they were friends for a long time,  and she liked that.  then one day he kissed her,  and it all changed so fast— and she can’t help but wonder if she ever truly wanted it to turn into something more, or if it was just convenient, or expected.  but admitting to all that might just make her sound worse.  ❝  so, no.  i guess not.  ❞

her eyes open wider, surprised by aj’s comment,  her heart racing at the thought.  ❝  is that—  something you give all your friends?  ❞   she asks, phrasing it as a joke,  attempting to match her banter   (  that’s always come easily for her, but she feels like she’s stumbling now.  )    when aj moves to lay down,  callie takes a deep breath, deciding to follow her lead despite how much warmer she feels as she moves to lay down next to her, laying on her side and propping her head up with her hand, too.  she was going to ask, but she can’t ignore the relief she feels in aj offering up the information herself.   ❝ you’re not?  i just— kind of assumed,  ❞   she admits, biting down on her lip as she looks over to her.  her eyes roll when she’s forced to think about kyle again, and she takes a deep breath.  ❝  i don't know. like, a year.  we were friends before that.  guess it sort of just happened, ❞ she says, the disinterest obvious in her tone.

she lets out a small giggle, because it's cute, she thinks, especially since her dad's the same way, even after having been on tv for over a decade now. “ at least you don't have to see yours while you're trying to play video games. i'm, like, convinced my dad asked ea sports to make him look taller than he actually is. ” he swears he didn't, of course, but that doesn't make aj any less suspicious. “ i don't know, the coloring on couches might've been better advertising. if he could get it out, obviously. ”

she watches as callie moves across the room to get rid of the photo, letting out a soft snort of amusement. “ so, you have a picture of some shirtless guy who's not your boyfriend, ” she says slowly, but her tone is enough to suggest that she's just kidding, that obviously she knows there has to be more to the story than just that. she hopes so, anyway. and she's proven right when callie explains herself, aj nodding slowly in response. “ and i take it you're... not all torn up about it? ” it doesn't seem that way, at least, especially if callie's completely forgotten about some picture of him, but aj needs to be sure she's not at risk of becoming some rebound.

“ okay, lesson learned: i won't be giving you a picture of me shirtless, ” she jokes, moving to lay down across the bed, stomach down, propping her head up on her hand, making herself comfortable despite this being the first time she's been here at all. “ i'm not dating anyone, either, ” she admits, though that's likely unnecessary, too. “ how long were you guys together? ”

[kraymerman]

Now that the Grand Fest has officially come to an end and the winners announced, I would like to give a few words.

To Team Past: Congratulations big time for your win! You put in the good fight and prevailed despite, quite frankly, overwhelming odds (and out of our two opponents, you were the ones I would've wanted to win, if it wasn't us)! Well well done! 👏👏👏

And to my fellow folks on Team Future: Well done! We faced the same overwhelming odds as Team Past, combined with Past's odds stacked against us, and although we came in a very, very dead last, by Joe we didn't go down without a fight, and the effort alone, the drive to never give up, deserves praise enough. That just makes us underdogs, just like the dear idols that represented us! And unlike the Past or the Present, there is no way of escaping the Future, it'll come whether you like it or not! Be it tomorrow, next week, or next year, we will, eventually, prevail! Because we're the Future, and the Future is the marching passage of Time! Well done, guys! Well done indeed! 👏👏👏

(have the Splatpost I made after the fest ended. it's the exact same one that I had for the fest, but I just added the underdog part)

[moonshynecybin]

love u. can i ask what these specific images make you feel

nor amal.

[aquamanandfriends]

Costume Party [Santiago/Maeve]

@velvetandlavenders continued from [x]

Santiago smirked at her then nudge Maeve with his shoulder gently, "Good, that's all that matters." Honestly, as long as she thought he looked good it was worth it. "Though you look really hot in this look, I do love the puns." He was always, to his friends chagrin, was making puns and dad jokes.

[itchose]

No,  she can’t blame her mother for not wanting to talk about it or not knowing how to talk about it —  she can’t even begin to imagine what any of it was like,  let alone understand how her mother even keeps going on every day.  She’s always had sympathy for her,  always wondered how she was brave enough to keep going on.  But that’s not the issue here—  the issue is that her mother’s secret past often feels like a brick wall between them,  and it’s one thing to keep things hidden away from Callie,  but it’s another to let that keep them apart entirely,  because Callie has never felt like she understood her mother or even knew her,  even beyond the privacy of her past,  and it’s always made her feel so isolated.

She frowns,  the pout on her features making her look even younger,  despite her desperate attempt to appear otherwise—  older,  more mature,  like someone can handle whatever it is her mother has to tell her.   Ever since she found out about her parents’ involvement in the death of a seemingly innocent man,  she felt like she had to grow up,  had to force both of them to see that she’s not the little kid they think she is   (   but she’s not as grown up as she wants to be perceived,   and she’s not handling any of this as well as she wants to believe she is, either.  )  

❝  No,  ❞   she mumbles,  her jaw clenching before she lets out a small huff.   ❝  But I can blame you for never telling me literally anything about you.  God,  Mom,  I feel like I don’t even know you.  Like, at all. ❞   She’s nearly pleading for something, anything.  That’s why it’s been easier to resent her for years,  based on the version of her mother she did get instead—  the one who refused to let her in,  who sometimes barely felt like a mom at all,  just someone who was like a mirror to a future that Callie was terrified to reach.  

She rolls her eyes, sinking back into her seat.   ❝ Pretty sure he said it was your gun, ❞  she mumbles in defense of her father,   which is just a habit at this point,  really.   ❝  And—  it’s not his fault.   I wasn’t letting him go without me.  ❞   It's her way of admitting that she was scared for her mother,  that she needed to do something so she didn’t feel entirely helpless. 

Her brows furrow,  because although it doesn’t make much sense to her,  it’s the start of something.   Hopeful,  she glances back to her mom,  praying that she doesn’t drop it quickly like Callie’s used to.  Callie’s face falls after a moment,  her head shaking slowly.  ❝  She was sick?  ❞   she asks quietly,  guilt settling in,  because while she believed she was justified in stopping whatever was happening to save her mom,   she hasn’t yet processed that she actually shot someone.  

Callie’s brows furrow, and she starts to look down, because though she’s waited years for her mom to give her anything,  she still can’t fathom what she’s actually telling her.   ❝  She did?  ❞   she asks quietly,  her voice lightly shaking.  ❝  Or .  .  .   did you, too?  ❞   She hopes she’s not overstepping,  but she’s desperate to know more as they’re finally closer.  ❝  Wait,  that’s what was happening tonight?    A fucking —  sacrifice?  They were going to kill you,  weren't they?  ❞   Her voice shakes,  tears in her eyes again,  and it feels like she’s going to combust trying to collect all the puzzle pieces.  She gulps,  finally looking back at her mother.   ❝  That’s—  that’s why you lost your friend?  ❞   She knows that’s not the word her mother may want to use,  but it’s all Callie has now,  wondering how she feels about losing Natalie, too. 

This is what Shauna had been afraid of. Callie getting close enough to glimpse even a fraction of the horrible shit they'd resorted to out in the wilderness. After the girl was born, Shauna had actually been more afraid that loving her, being open with her baby girl, would make it harder to hide everything as she got older. But somehow, the harder she pushed, the more determined it made Callie to claw her way in.

She supposed it made sense, and even across generations, the determination of a teenage girl to get what she wanted in the end was unmatched. Shauna had been stubborn, cynical, and always certain she was the smartest in the room. But somewhere along the way, a shadow of something like fear clouded her judgement. For fuck's sake, Jeff had known about the journals for years now and she never suspected a thing. She thought she'd been so good about protecting her husband and daughter from her past... from herself. And then they stumbled into the whole thing -- or most of it, enough of it anyways -- anyways.

"Maybe I didn't -- but could you blame me? I mean, it's not exactly an easy thing to have to explain," Shauna said, defensive. For a moment, she saw just how much of Jackie ended up in her daughter somehow, like a cruel joke from the world... and she was reminded of the journals, the first time someone read her private musings. No, Shauna never wanted anyone to know anything about those inner urges, not Jackie, not Jeff, and certainly not Callie. "I'm not -- if anything, I should be mad at your father for bringing you there and letting you find the gun."

But it's a weak defense, especially when she knew how much Jeff was willing to take on for her, in spite of everything. Because somehow after everything, there might still be a chance Callie and her husband cared about her after everything she'd done.

"Friends is a... strong word," she sighed, running a hand down her face. Shauna's shoulders fell, knowing she had to explain something, or else this might drive an unfixable wedge between her and her daughter (because by some miracle that hadn't happened yet). "We... there was supposed to be a psych team. Lottie was -- is very sick and we thought..."

God, she can barely justify it to herself.

"When we were stranded... sometimes we would have delusions. We were all sick and starving, but Lottie needed some kind of medication and without it... sometimes she believed these kind of... animal sacrifices were a way to thank nature for allowing us to live," Shauna explained, her voice calculated. There was no way she would admit to the cannibalism, not here. But would any measure of the truth ever be enough for Callie?

"All of us together, I think it brought up bad memories. She -- we all sort of regressed. But we thought we were going to get Lottie help, until Tai called off the medics. I know that probably doesn't make any sense to you, but I don't know how else to explain it, Calie..."

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Half of this theory's been around for ages I'm just adding more but

Is this anything. I know the theory of Toni Kensa (which could easily be short/nickname for Tataki Kensaki, making both canon) and the Squid Sisters being related but.

Is it any coincidence that one of the promo characters literally has the exact same name with the exact same spelling and coincidentally is seen using. A charger (Marie's weapon) in the Direct he was first seen in. I'm gonna call him Saki with this because what else can I do when he refuses to tell me if it's his last name or not

I'm already going too far with this but there's also the fact that he primarily wears greyscaled colours (cough Toni Kensa before the Kensa brand existed). And I've heard people say the hipster cut is a budget Marie cut before. So that's A Thing.

I don't know what's going on and we haven't seen Saki in five years anyway so I don't know why I'm theorising now but I just find it weird that. The family crest on Marie's kimono, Toni Kensa, and now some random kid all share the same name. Especially since S2's main story mode puts this emphasis on family (Callie & Marie). And the fact that everyone who's ever modelled for Kensa has used black ink, implying that Kensa himself probably has black tentacles (like Callie does) or even white ones (like Marie.) and the greyscaled tentacles could easily be a family thing that just happens as you get older. Especially with the family thing since we know it doesn't happen to everyone (Captain 3 doesnt have greyscaled tentacles despite being older now than the Squid Sisters were in S1.) If it's true then that would mean the greyscaling happens around at least 17 years, which explains why S2 Saki has regular colours because he'd be 15-16 at the time (S2 protagonists are two years older than S1 protagonists are.) (I just realised my logic on that one is way off base and they'd actually be around eighteen by S2 but roll with me here. It still works, he'd just be a late bloomer.)

Anyhoo ive been high on this theory for like an entire day now but suffice to say. (1) Saki should've been the protagonist of S2 (2) in my head it's canon that the Squid Sisters, Saki and Toni Kensa are cousins (3) wait that kinda fits because the gaudy pair of black bracelets on Saki's shirt feel very Kensa (4) I'm going insane help.

Having said that, if it is canon that raises the question why didn't Marie directly ask Saki for help with Callie- but she could very well have not wanted to worry him or put him in danger, especially since S2 was kinda his time in the spotlight as a turf war player, especially since that's the one point in the timeline where neither the Squid Sisters nor Toni Kensa were getting attention. Now that I think about it, there's no real confirmation that Cuttlefish's family stopped with Callie and Marie's parents, and them two respectively. For all we know, Saki is Marie's little brother or something like that. For all we know there could even be four cousins to the Kensaki clan instead of the two Squid Sisters.

I'm gonna write a fic based on this actually. Do y'all wanna hear more of my crack theories about the promo kids because I also have one highlighting the fact that (a.) Tof-U and Kensaki seem to be opposing each other a lot (second in command to their leaders and/or killing each other midmatch) and also the fact that Half-Rim and N-Pacer are literally what happens if you give them fanchildren

Yes I am insane

Sorry

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

*pointing at Callie, Frye, Pearl, Acht and Twist*

These bitches are the only thing keeping me sane at this point

[lcngdays]

now playing: bringin' home the rain - the builders and the butchers starter for: @miidnighters

"i'm pretty sure i'll drown some day." They're rambling, but they can't help themself. They don't even know why. They've been sitting next to this woman on the bus for nearly twenty minutes, and somehow Kennedy had muddied the waters by rambling. Which was fairly typical for them. "like, there will be no one there to tell me about the depth of the water, or the trouble that i'm in."

[ameliiorate]

☀︎ — closed starter for @dcynnight

"I love your dress!" Aiyana enthuses in lieu of a proper greeting to the other, clasping her hands together in admiration. "Did you make it yourself?" It's just a hunch, but considering that she also does a lot of her own needle work, Aiyana can recognize the signs from the stitching that proper care has been put into the outfit. "Are you gonna be part of the show?" Aiyana should give the other a proper chance to address her questions before inundating her with another, but it's hard for Aiyana to shut off her excitement once it has been turned on.

[itchose]

@manslaught said, "i'm not a monster."

❝  i never thought you were. ❞ she says is without doubt,  which is maybe ironic, considering how easy it was to resent her mother for what she did. maybe if without the lies, maybe without feeling a million miles away from her mother her entire life, she would have understood it better. but it was easier for callie to understand why mikayla did what she did than it was for her to understand why her mother did what she did. ❝  kind of thought you were brave, actually, ❞ she admits. she's been desperate to know what happened with her mother when she was her age, but she accepted long ago that she would never really know; at least what happened with mikayla was some kind of real proof of something that happened in her mom's past that she could latch onto. ❝ i used to ask my mom about you when i was little. she didn't really want to say anything, but— kind of always got the feeling she agreed. ❞ 

[mctionsick]

closed starter for @persephonyed

made with BETA

With the rest of the bridal party spread across the vacation house, that left Callie and Macy in their shared suite, and Macy feeling a certain boldness she hadn't felt since her college years. Pulling the sheet up around her naked frame, her mind was going a mile a minute. Namely the fact she had never felt a fraction of the passion she felt for her fiance that she did when she was around Callie. Back then she ignored the excitement the other woman stirred in her, too afraid to throw away a the relationship she fostered with her high school sweetheart. Nearly a decade had gone by and Macy wondered when she was going to stop ignoring the pull she always had towards the other.

"I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to say, 'this can never happen again,'" Macy says trying to ease the tension and not knowing what else to say.

[feminaferitas]

@healiotrope gets a visit from Callie after the hunt...

Her mom and dad were afraid to let her out of their sight after that whole fucked up scene in the forest. Callie knew part of it was because of the fact that someone just died (and it could have been so much worse), but a part of her knew that there was still a lingering thread of distrust for her actions. The cop, the gun, everything about Adam Martin...

But if this whole mess had taught the girl anything, it was that when her mother tried to keep secrets, people would end up dead. That's why she needed some answers. She had to know what was going on in that cult woman's head -- and if they really would have killed Shauna if given the chance.

Callie had no loyalty to the Yellowjackets. In fact, they'd done nothing but cast a massive fucking shadow over her life since day one. But now she felt like she was a part of something, as much as mother dearest had tried to keep her out of it. And that something compelled her to find the hospital where they'd taken the woman she shot, the one with dark hair and doe eyes that shined through her fucked up feathered mask -- Lottie. It was Lottie, right? That's what her dad said. Her mom didn't talk about that woman much at all (and maybe for good reason).

So when she got to the hospital, Callie did her best to convince the resident nurse she was family (who else would call her Lottie, not Charlotte?), hoping the woman in question wouldn't turn her away when she recognized the girl without the gun. Yeah, so she forgot to bring flowers -- she came as soon as she heard. It was believable enough, because she was let through eventually. She stood in the doorway of Lottie's room, terrified of having gotten this far. Callie had no plan, she wasn't even sure what she would get out of this, but she had to try... right?

"Lottie." It was a statement, not a question, as she stepped forward over the threshold and over her fears. "I... I want to talk to you."

[orumad]

location: the villa / baby challenge time: morning for: @gallagherisms

"i almost kinda wish they gave us, like... real babies," angel posits, leaning heavily over the crib to look close at the fake little baby deemed his and callie's child. "i dunno, man, dolls just creep me out." it'll definitely take some getting used to. plus all the incessant crying. sun-browned body clad in just some swim trunks, his hair in a bun, and a half eaten mini muffin in his hand, he's not exactly the picture of prepared fatherhood. angel gasps suddenly. "oh my god --," then a grinning glance back to callie, "he's got your eyes, babe."

[melonkittii]

one day i will drop my full list of splatoon agent headcanons and youll all see . youll all see (you will see that i am in fact probably a little insane)

[aquamanandfriends]

Greece Gaze [Dinah/Santiago]

@thestoriesincoffeestains continued from [x]

Santiago's eyebrows tugged together, he looked down at his knees as she spoke knowing that she wouldn't mince words or tell him what he wanted to hear but she'd tell him the truth. Slowly he lifted his gaze up to hers, what if this was one of the last times he'd see her. His father was ready to take him away in the next two days and he'd been dragging his feet. Santiago took her hand and squeezed, "Di," he swallowed hard, "I've always been happy here." He shook his head, "I'm excited about going, but... I'm so worried about everyone else," he admitted swallowing hard. "I can't help it." His thumb rolled over the back the back of her hand.