#tory elena

[iamfiremist]

made this music video a while back with my best friend and super epic bandmate: tory elena

we shot it ourselves and produced the music - atlas LP

[rockclimbinglover12107]

So true, and so sad.

[toxic-yuri-poll]

TOXIC YURI CONTESTANTS ARE HERE!

AND WE HAVE OUR BRACKET!

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a single elimination double sided bracket with 28 participants. from top to bottom, left to right, there is Togacho, then chariox vs samarina, bella x rosalie vs misato x ritsuko, morgwen vs redcliff, amanda x lynn vs morrigan x nesta, clarke x octavia vs eleanore x velvet, tori x jade vs eve x villanelle, and catradora. on the other side is vrisrezi, then meredith grey x christina yang vs katherine x elena, buffy x faith vs ash x horizon, quinn x santana vs elster x falke, harrianthe vs ruby x klaasje, muu x rei vs nejjifer x needy, juriori vs nanno x yuri, and chelldos.

the second round has finished.

the next match ups are as follows.

Togacho vs Samarina, misato x ritsuko vs redcliff, amanda x lynn vs eleanor x velvet, eve x villanelle vs catradora. on the other side is vrisrezi vs meredith grey x cristina yang, buffy x faith vs quinn x santana, ruby x klaasje vs jennifer x needy, juriori vs chelldos. the third round has started. the next match ups are as follows. Samarina vs Redcliff, amanda x lynn vs eve x villanelle, vrisrezi vs fuffy, jenneedy vs chelldos

The third round has finished.

the next match ups are as follows.

Samarina vs Villaneve, Vrisrezi vs chelldos.

the fourth round has finished. the final round is as follows.

Samarina VS ChellDos

the final round has finished.

the WINNER is CHELL x GLADOS

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if anyone wants to fix that please for the love of god let me know.

[yourehotcupcakke]

golden retriever characters <3

I'll always protect you

[springw6ter]

Hi (nyfw thoughts)

Ok so first I just want to say that this fashion week was so boring and really sums up the kind of good idea drought we’re living in. BUT there was a fair share of discussion over some things so! instead of trying to fit my thoughts about everything on the app formerly known as twitter, I’m just gonna tell y’all here.

Shows talked about in this post; Proenza Schouler, Eckhaus Latta, AREA, Luar, Helmut Lang, Elena Velez and Tory Burch

Proenza Schouler

There’s no way Proenza was going to ruffle any feathers this season. They have a loyal following (which I’m sure has nothing to do with the celebrity affiliations of the brand) and a consistent history of people pleasing so they’ll always get their praise from Vogue. They dropped a new monogram which is the only “newness” they wanted to introduce. Jack McCollough said they wanted to continue last seasons narrative and they sure did! (Only thing different was no Sevigny). The clothes are obviously well made and evoke wealth in that special kind of iykyk way. Many people said this looked more like Helmut Lang than Helmut lang did (I’ll get to that later) and they’re not entirely wrong. Not gonna act like I wouldn’t wear this collection but definitely nothing groundbreaking.

Eckhaus Latta

Eckhaus latta is a brand that has always had a special place in my heart (maybe because I’m from the city that the two designers met and started the brand together in)(maybe). My style has definitely evolved since I first became aware of the brand but I’m always interested in what they’re doing. This season they got experimental! They worked with a 3D printing company named “Unspun” where they came up with jeans made from all different materials like hardware store twine and ikea plastic bags. The way they combined tech innovation and sustainability is not just commendable, it’s very forward thinking, which is a staple in the brands identity. With that being said some of the collection felt directionless in comparison to all of the innovation. The sheer (which dawned their new EL monogram) was very MNZ store to me but not in a bad way. I like that they’re not trying to be trendy and come up with new things however a-lot of brands were doing that so it makes me wonder if that’s a good thing or not.

AREA

I loved their modern Stone Age ladies. I think it was one of the only luxury focused shows where I was like wow! This is different. The fur printed coats were so gaudy and held its shape in the way good ol’ fur coats used to. I think this collection was really cohesive, adventurous, new. Everyone saw Saweetie wear it at the VMAs and even the unfashionable general public could see the yabba dabba reference. The prehistoric influence was chosen because as Piotrek Panscyzk said “pelts and bones were the first things humans had to build an identity around”. There’s definitely a case for a narrative about how much luxury (the hunger, the status) mirrors pre historic, pre civilized behaviors.

Luar

Raul Lopez is a diamond. This collection kind of came of as a continuation of last season as well but I like this brand so much that it feels good to me. I feel like Raul is constantly playing with this really restrictive, God-fearing way of being and an inhibition-less eternality. Padded shoulders, the top draped from the eyewear, perfect collared shirts, jeans and leather, it had all the perfect Luar moments for me. No notes.

Ok.. now on to the “controversial” shows

Helmut Lang

When Peter Do was announced as the new creative director of Helmut Lang, everyone rejoiced. Why? His strengths as a designer seemed like a natural fit for the brand. Expert tailoring, black and white as a main color palette, maybe a little overlap in philosophy.. but as the outfits came out people’s reactions… were… unfavorable to say the least. People saw the reference to key Lang moments like seat belt bondage, the use of Ocean Vuongs poetry (which I felt was terribly misunderstood), the classic button up and jeans as disappointing instead of nostalgic. For me, personally, I think everyone’s expectations were rooted in something that Peter Do could not have delivered. That expectation being Helmut Lang himself. People saw Do as the second-coming and that’s just the truth but where do we draw the line with our expectations on reliving the past and how do we honor the kind of openness necessary to evolution? I myself had to sit with the collection and came to the conclusion that maybe Peter is just defining a clear end to the Helmut era of yesterday and the start of his own journey now. After closely looking at the collection and it’s details you can see how wonderful the clothes really are. It is everyone’s responsibility to question and examine the things they “care” about and I think this fashion public is not patient enough for that. It wasn’t the greatest debut but it also wasn’t the worst. Anyway we’ll see what comes next.

Elena Velez

Mud gate ss24! Since her NYT article last year, people have been really fed up with Elena (I learned only after the mud fight started to circulate) and she doesn’t really seem to mind, she seems to like it actually. She argues online, she argues IN lines, she doesn’t pay people adequately and the list apparently goes on and on. This collection is called “the longhouse” and in her press release she says a lot of things about the commercialization, sanitization, condemning and control of womanhood, she talks about anti-heroines and contemporary female evil (which she loves to embody I guess) and she says that this show was ritualistic catharsis from oversocialization. I think it’s pretentious when someone has to use so many complex, institutionalized words to convey their message. She’s speaking in code. To be honest I like her clothes but I don’t think her designs are that original. I really want to raise the question who does her message benefit? We should all be allowed our multiplicity in this life, that’s true, but being a bad person in practice is something I’m personally not attracted to. I’m a little confused but it is what it is.

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO TORY BURCH!!!!

Who I think should be receiving a cease and desist from Miuccia Prada any moment now. This collection is such a departure from the Tory Burch we all grew up with. This must be that post divorce clarity. I like it! It’s 60s. It’s Prada. It’s miu miu. It’s Tory Burch now too!

If you made it this far I really appreciate you ♡ this was just for ki’s sake. It’s not my most critical thinking to date but there was discussion and I loved that. I wanted to contribute and this was the best way I could think of. Lmk if I should do this again with lfw!!

[aflawedfashion]

Tory & Elena | The Watchful Eye 1x10

[wistfulwatcher]

The Watchful Eye | 1.06 "Save New York"

[kisskiss2u2]

[nicksno1girl]

[elliesgaymachete]

Idk if anyone else in the world has seen the watchful eye but I kinda blacked out and wrote a Tory/Elena fic 😅

[bebemoon]

official nyfw s/s '25 schedule

o6 sept | area, brandon maxwell, grace ling, libertine, collina strada, willy chavarria

o7 sept | campillo, simkhai, prabal gurung, who decides war, tibi, monse, sergio hudson, khaite, kim shui

o8 sept | ulla johnson, ph5, off-white, jason wu, sandy liang, bach mai, 3.1 phillip lim, eckhaus latta, tommy hilfiger

o9 sept | kobi halperin, carolina herrera, naeem khan, dennis basso, twp, aknvas, tory burch, anna sui, coach, laquan smith

1o sept | meruert tolegen, toteme, 5000, rachel comey, cos, patbo, kate barton, loveshackfancy, wiederhoeft, michael kors, elena velez, cynthia rowley, luar

11 sept | kallmeyer, alejandra alonso rojas, ronald van der kemp, jane wade, sebastien ami, frederick anderson, presley oldham, melitta baumeister

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Concertina

Writing this story was very therapeutic for me. I hope someone else, cardiophile or otherwise, can get some comfort and reassurance out of it, too.

"I'm not policing what you think and dream," was the lyric I fixated on, though it was only the first verse of the song.  Every explanation of the song "Concertina" I'd read contradicted my own interpretation.  Wasn't it mostly a song about feeling bold enough to be strange, even if it was frightening?  There was applause in the bar when I finished, and made me feel like the risk of a new track selection had paid off.  Tori clapped with the most vigor, as she usually does.

"Girl, who sang that one?" she asked, noting that it was different from my usual selections like Stevie Nicks and Pat Benetar.  I stared at her drink, something with pineapple and gin if I recalled, with this hypnotic red-orange-yellow ombre effect.  Without taking my eyes off of it, I said, "It was a Tori Amos song.  Not a big hit or anything though.  You share a name," I said, lightly touching her shoulder, "You should sing something of hers one night."

"Not if the DJ has anything Taylor," she laughed.  It was fair.  Tori loved to sing Taylor Swift at karaoke, just like how she loved to talk about Gaylor theories, analyze her lyrics, speculate about what her various IG and Tumblr posts might foretell, and scour Stubhub and every other possible site for the least-bankrupting concert tickets.  I was just along for the ride, though I had a couple of her albums at home myself.

"Ok, do something from Lover," I suggested.  

"I don't know.  What if all they have is "YNTCD?" she whined, abbreviating Taylor's divisive LGBTQ anthem from 2019, one that I happened to enjoy despite any criticism.  

"I know you like it, and maybe I'm being a terrible Swiftie, but isn't she just trying to hijack our trauma and claim it as hers?  *Unless* she is gay but didn't want to say so explicitly in the song.  It's great that she gave so many queer people screen time.  I didn't even know who Billy Porter was until I saw the video.  But then again, why did she make it about resolving her beef with Katy Perry?  That was so random.  Anyway, I'll see what I can do...for you, Elena."  She ran her hand down my arm and then squeezed my hand for a second.  She's drunk, I thought, but I appreciated the affection.  Her hand was soft and it felt right--sensual without the suggestion of something more.  I wouldn't want anything more.  

Well, that wasn't entirely true.  I had come to feel at home with Tori over the past year--my first close friend since college who also happened to be queer.  I had lingered longer when hugging her, and since she knew I was asexual, I didn't think she ever took anything the "wrong" way.  At home I had a bright magenta stethoscope that sat on my nightstand, waiting.  But since I'd never told Tori that 1) I loved heart sounds, 2) loved using stethoscopes, and 3) wanted to use one with her, my stethoscope could have been waiting for Godot.  I had strongly considered putting her (the stethoscope--named Alex for my love of Wizards of Waverly Place) in the living room so that Tori could just happen to notice her while we were watching a movie.  But I played the conversation out in my head and felt mortified with every possible script I wrote.  Still, whenever I pictured her wearing the binaurals and listening to my heart, I felt like skipping through a field of daisies.  It just seemed like I was struggling with level one of a video game while ravenously reading walkthroughs of the battle with the final boss I might never meet.  Not that it was a game to me--my love of heart sounds was and always had been one of the most important things in my life.  It kept me sane and grounded, and most of all, it was how I felt close to someone I cared about.

I felt a bit of envy as I watched her throw her arm around the DJ, whose adorable curly head of hair and petite stature brought to mind Jorgeous from one of my favorite shows--Rupaul's Drag Race.  But I wasn't jealous that Not-Jorgeous was enjoying Tori's affection; I wished I could have that sort of magnetism that drew everyone to me and put them immediately at ease.  Trauma had prevented me from being so gregarious.  I watched as four more karaoke singers ran up to Tori, happy to see a familiar face (she was there every week) and get their expected hug.  No, I didn't necessarily want that much attention, I realized--I only wanted the confidence and grace to be completely open with her.

When I heard the first few sharp, synth-laden notes, I knew exactly what song it was.  Tori was deadly serious in her delivery and everyone in the bar turned to gaze at this tall, striking woman who would almost look imposing if her face weren't so soft and kind.  "Combat, I'm ready for combat," she sang, and I was shocked that the DJ would have this track from Taylor's Lover album that we could agree on.  In a moment of accountability that Taylor-haters never acknowledge, the singer tells us she's been "the archer" and "the prey," and feared her propensity for causing hurt as well as her own crippling wounds might make her difficult to live with.  As Tori deftly crescendoed her way into the bridge (I had been given numerous lectures on her distinctive bridges), I felt like my heart beat louder as well.  Suddenly embarrassed, I turned away and stepped onto the bar's patio, my long wrap skirt catching a doorknob in my haste.  I pulled it out and turned to look at the wisteria still bright near sundown and the brick water feature with the goldfish.  There was a couple in the corner deep in conversation, voices so hushed I couldn't make out a single word. That was my last drink, I thought, staring at the crescent moon and the smattering of stars I could see in spite of light pollution.  I felt too much; why didn't alcohol make me numb like it did everyone else?

"Hey, did you like it?" I heard her say behind me.  I turned and saw the sheepish grin on her face.

"Oh, it was beautiful!" I exclaimed.  "I was just out here getting some air is all."  

"I was thinking about what you said last week."  She came closer and put her arms around me as she said it.  My head landed near her chest, and I could almost hear something if it weren't for her thick jacket.  I let myself fall into her embrace.  "I think it would be exciting, actually.  I want to do it.  I've never done that with anyone before," she continued.

I racked my brain and tried to remember what she could be talking about, slowly recalling that I'd had 3 cocktails and 2 shots last week.  There were a few portions of my last karaoke night that I didn't recall at all.  "Wait, what are you talking about?"

She looked at me, her eyes crinkled a little.  Gently, she pushed my hair out of my face.  "You're such a silly drunk and you don't remember any of it," she said, shaking her head.  "You surprised the hell out of me by talking about having a stethoscope and wanting to listen to my heartbeat.  And that you wanted me to listen to your heartbeat.  And I was speechless because that seemed like such a weird, random thing to say.  But then I thought about it and I'm really curious now.  None of my girlfriends ever wanted to do something like that.  Not that you're my girlfriend, but a friend who happens to be a girl, anyway.  I'm down."

I breathed in sharply.  How could I have said all of that without realizing what I was divulging?  My heart was really pounding then, and as if she read my mind, she placed her hand on my chest.  "Oh!" she squeaked, surprised.  "Am I embarrassing you?  Please don't feel that way!  I guess I should've thought you might've forgotten, like that time you went on for like 10 minutes about whether Drag Race All Stars is rigged like you were the only person in the room and had zero recollection of it the next day."  Without really thinking, I quickly placed my hand over hers, holding it fast to my chest.  Her hand so near my heart felt just right somehow.  I closed my eyes and only opened them when she pulled away to check her phone.

"Our Uber is on its way.  I told them to go to your apartment.  Is that ok?  Mine is a mess and Savannah has her boyfriend over, anyway.  He always brings that cheap, stinky weed.  Plus, we could watch more Babylon 5.  I want to see if the praying mantis thing is a 'legitimate businessman' ha."

The N'Grath reference made me smile.  "That sounds great," I almost slur, grinning like an idiot.

Mollie, my dachshund, is almost wider than she is long, so it's a struggle for her to make it up to the couch to properly greet Tori when she comes over.  This night was no different.  "She doesn't even eat that much," I said for probably the twentieth time.  "It's like she just has the worst possible metabolism, poor babe."  I stroked under her chin.

The DVD was loaded, and with the confidence that only alcohol could summon in me, I'd stealthily transferred Alex from my bedroom to the coffee table in the living room while Tori was in the bathroom.  When she emerged, she smiled all big and plopped back down on the couch.  My voice boomed in my head when I picked up the stethoscope and said, "This is Alex.  She was named for Alex Russo, you know, when I was younger.  Well, not that much younger.  But still.  Yes, I know it was a kids' show," I say shyly, wondering why I can't shut up.

Tori laughed and picked her up, turning the chestpiece around over and over again to switch from diaphragm to bell, hearing that satisfying click each time.  "She doubles as a fidget toy, I see," she said.  "Oh what's that?" I had to follow her gaze because I was staring at her chest (not her breasts--give me some credit) rising and falling and could barely think of anything else.  She picked up a pill bottle from the coffee table, one that I usually put away when someone is over out of an overabundance of caution. But I hadn't realized we were both coming back here tonight.  "Spiro?" she asked.  "I used to take that, like in my 20s when my acne was a lot worse.  What do you take it for?" she asked innocently.

I looked up at her, struck dumb and wordless.  We both stared in silence for a few seconds too long, and that was when it dawned on me.  Elena, she doesn't know, you moron.  You're about to ask her to do something intimate and she doesn't know.  Does it matter?  Maybe, maybe not.  I sighed.  This was not the way I wanted her to find out.  What if she changed her mind, decided I'm not one of her girl friends after all?  What if she declared this some kind of "trick"?  What if she got mad, felt betrayed, and blabbed all over social media?  What if it got out at work?  This wasn't something to play with, I realized, and it made me feel like I was suffocating suddenly, imagining all the worst case scenarios. They flicked through my brain rapidly, like someone pressing the lever on one of those retro viewfinders at lightning speed, taking in all of the little thumbnails in a blur.  I gasped and then deliberately began to breathe in and out very slowly and evenly.  I grabbed the arm of the couch as if I was falling.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry.  You don't have to answer that.  It's none of my business," she insisted apologetically.  I could tell she was uncomfortable.  I had made her uncomfortable.  But it didn't feel like there was any escaping it now.  The mood had changed dramatically, all thanks to my reaction to her question, and as much as I yearned for her to listen to my heart and had pictured it many times in the last few months, it was pounding because I was terrified.  She put Alex down on the couch, where Mollie reached over to lick her eartips, and took my hand.  "What's wrong?" she whispered.

I looked up at her and it felt like someone else's voice when I choked out, "I'm trans."  Her brow furrowed.  When she didn't respond right away, I added, in a whispered rush, "I grew up a boy.  I mean I'm not one.  I never was.  I thought you knew.  That's what the prescription is for."  I exhaled loudly, then realized I'd been staring at the floor and not facing Tori.  She let my hand go, almost in slow-motion, and she looked at my body as though she was seeing it for the first time.  Oh god, I winced.  Please don't look for masculine things.  

"I'm such an idiot," she finally said, almost inaudibly.  I stared in horror as she said,  "Why didn't I know?!?"  

I felt my mouth go dry.  My voice was hoarse.  "It's not like I wanted everyone to know," I said.  "It's not like I want to lose my job."

"Oh, Elena!" she exclaimed.  "You weren't thinking it would make a difference, were you?"  When I didn't respond, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, and tears flooded my vision.  "You're one of my best friends.  You're my only friend who will go with me to karaoke, for one," she laughed.  "You're the only person besides my mom who listened to me carry on about my undying devotion to Amari, even after the third time she fucking cheated.  Not my finest moment, but that woman had a hold on me."  I inadvertently let out a snort, remembering her beautiful but treacherous ex. 

She kept one arm around me and reached again for Alex.  "She's probably got Mollie slobber on her now," I pointed out.

"Ha, I'm not worried about it," Tori said.  I watched her insert the ear tips, thinking she had a 50/50 chance of putting them in correctly, and she managed it.  There was something transformative about her wearing the binaurals, and it dried my tears to see it.  She was only about ten years my senior, but in that moment I felt like the child I was always meant to be--one who was free to play how I wanted, with whatever toys I wanted, and just be who I was without being called names I didn't even understand.  She was the older, wiser one who could really see me.  I was safe.  She unfastened just the top button of my shirt and I looked at her face as I could feel the coolness of the metal circle on my skin.

A minute passed, then another, and they were brief but filled with knowing that she could hear me so well.  "That's so cool," she said softly.  "It was fast at first and now it's slow and steady.  I kind of feel like...I know you in a new way," she smiled and looked at my face before looking back down at the instrument.  I felt so happy I thought I could cry again.  She moved the chestpiece around--left and right and center, then between my breasts.  "It sounds different in different areas," she observed.  "Like, the first sound is louder in some places and the second is louder in others."

"You're listening near a different valve each time," I whispered, thrilled that she heard those nuances that most ordinary people don't seem attuned to.  She nodded, the look on her face one of wonder.  I breathed along with her for another few minutes while she listened, and it felt like the sort of connection I only dreamed of feeling, knowing that most people don't "get" this.  I felt almost reborn, and completely satiated. 

When it was my turn to listen, I tried to push past my reservations and self-doubt.  "Is it ok if I put this under your shirt?" I asked tentatively, pointing while holding the chestpiece.  

"Girl, yes!" she practically sputtered.  "After all the poking around I just did?  It's only fair," she laughed.

Mollie jumped up to grab and lick my hand as I moved to place the stethoscope on Tori's chest, and we both had to stop what we were doing to laugh.  When I slipped it underneath her blouse, the sound was clear and strong.  She watched my eyes as I breathed in several systoles and diastoles and it made her smile.  First, I listened for the semilunar valves--aortic and pulmonic, then, gaining confidence in what could have been an uncomfortable endeavor, moved downward to listen properly at the atrioventricular valves--tricuspid and mitral.  Tori leaned forward so I could easily access these different auscultation points.  I stayed at each one for awhile, trying to commit this sound to memory in case we never did this again.  When I was finished, she said, "Wow, that was kind of a vulnerable feeling but not in a bad way."

"You sounded so, so beautiful," I told her softly, and was pleased when that display of raw emotions didn't elicit a raised eyebrow.  This wasn't a night I'd forget anytime soon.

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hair

May 23, 2025

Kensington has been back home in Michigan for almost two weeks now and Will had just come a few days ago and Ryan and Gabe were joining in a few days.

Kensington could feel her self slowly healing not only physically but mentally, she spent a lot of her days doing physical therapy and going to therapy as well.

She didn’t realize how much of a break she needed from hockey and she had a feeling she’s going to love the sport even more when she gets back on the ice but for now she’s okay being off the ice for a few months.

Kensington was still holding onto quite a bit of guilt over everything that happen the last season and she just can not seem to be able to let some things go, her therapist suggest a change to have a fresh start.

Kensington used her crutches coming out of her appointment to the car where her mom was waiting for her.

Kensington slowly sat down in the passenger seat, “Hi Mama.” She kissed her mom’s cheek.

“Hi sweetheart how did everything go?” Elena smiled softly loving how her daughter seems to becoming more and more herself.

“Good.” Kensington nodded and looked at her mother, “Do you have anything to do now?”

“No i’m free why?” Ellen asked as she started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.

“I uh was wondering if you could take me to the hair salon?” Kensington softly asked.

“You want to cut your hair?” Ellen questioned surprised as her daughter as always loved her long hair.

“I want a fresh start.” Kensington smiled at her mother.

“Ok.” Ellen smiled back quickly agreeing and driving to the salon they go to instead of going straight home.

Ellen parked the car in front of the salon and got out of the car, Kensington followed behind her mother using her crutches.

Ellen got Kensington all signed in with a stylist and let one of the employees guide Kensington to one of the salon chairs so she could sit down.

“Hi, I’m Tori.” A younger woman with bright red hair came over shaking Kensington’s hand.

“Kensington.” Kensington introduced herself smiling.

“So what are we doing with your hair today.” Tori asked as she touched Kensington’s hair.

“Chop it all off.” Kensington bluntly said with an excited smile.

“All of it.” Tori asked and Kensington gestured to right by her ears, “Okay let’s wash your hair and then we can get started.”

Kensington nodded and crunched her way over to the sink bowls and sat down leaning her head back and closed her eyes relaxing as she got her hair washed.

Kensington got back up after she got her hair washed and went back to the other chair and sat back down.

She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her hair being cut off and she could literally feel the weight coming off as her hair continued to be cut.

“Okay all done.” Tori told her with a smile.

Kensington opened her eyes and a smile spread across her face as she saw her hair and she lifted her hand up feeling how light her hair feels now.

Her therapist was right. It felt like she got rid of so much bad memories and feelings.

Kensington thanked the hair stylist and crutched her way out to the waiting room where her mom is waiting.

Ellen looked up at the sound of crutches and gasped seeing her hair, “Oh my it looks so beautiful.” Ellen smiled as she stood up and gently touched her daughter’s hair.

Kensington giddy smiled at her mom and Ellen softened seeing her daughter become a little more herself again.

They got back into the car and headed back to home.

Ellen walked into the house first with Kensington behind her.

“Was everything okay?” Jim asked in concern when Ellen walked in and Kensington stayed outside the living room and they were back over a hour later than usual form therapy so it concerned the boys.

“Evening is fine.” Ellen reassured, “Kens has a surpise.” Ellen got the attention of the rest of the boys in the living room who were playing a video game together.

Kensington crutched into the living room seeing her dad, brothers and boyfriend all there and she grinned a little.

Will choked slightly as his eyes widen, he has always absolutely loved her long hair but he might change her short hair to his favorite.

Jack smiled getting up and walking over and gently touching her hair, “It looks very good K.”

“Thanks Jacky.” Kensington beamed.

“It suits you well.” Quinn softly complimented he thought the short hair looked very good on her.

“Not bad.” Luke smirked teasingly and Jack who was walking back to the couch smacked the back of Luke’s head making Kensington snicker.

Jim gave her an approving nod.

Jack teasingly nudged Will seeing him staring at Kensington with star eyes and his jaw half open.

Will shook his head snapping out of his day dream and got up and walked over to Kensington and saw her slighty nervous face for his reaction.

“I have a new favorite hair style of yours.” Will softly mused as he curled one of her short strands around his finger malign her beam happily at him with rosy cheeks.

Will leaned down pressing a soft and slow kiss to her cheek and softly mumbling to only her, “You look absolutely beautiful my gray.”

Kensington’s cheeks flashed darker and she hid her face against his shoulder feeling him chuckling.

Will chuckled fondly but brought Kensington over to the couch and helping her sit down slowly and setting her crutches onto the floor and and slipping her sandals off for her before plopping down onto the spot next to her.

Will wrapped an arm around her shoulder making her cuddle closer to him and rest her head on his chest.

“I love you.” Kensington softly mumbled to her boyfriend and best friend.

“I love you too.” Will smiled softly mumbling back kissing the top of her head as he gently rubbed her back.

[jediwizard]

Introduction

she/they. i live in canada, and i'm 16

likes: rock music, reading, writing, drawing, watching movies.

fandoms: riordanverse, stranger things, DPS, harry potter, dr who, sherlock, hunger games, osemanverse, star wars, merlin, maze runner, supernatural, good omens, marauders

favourite movies: stand by me, dead poets society, pride and prejudice, knives out, perks of being a wallflower, empire strikes back, return of the jedi, breakfast club, coraline, 12 angry men

favourite shows: friends, heartstopper, young sheldon, dead boy detectives, good omens, stranger things, gilmore girls, how I met your mother, downton abbey, suits, dr. who, merlin, the owl house, bluey, one day at a time, derry girls

favourite artists: david bowie, queen, beatles, arctic monkeys, green day, nirvana, linkin park, elliot smith, coldplay, billie eilish, lana del ray,

characters i kin: luz noceda, elena alverez, tori spring, tao xu, sirius black, chandler bing, jonathan byers, coraline

follow me on spotify - https://open.spotify.com/user/31gxnrnhzokmyrhoeyw7nvo4eh5i?si=0aa1ee8879ed4cbd

hope to meet some cool people here

dni if you're homophobic, misogynistic, racist etc.

peace out

[wistfulwatcher]

the sheer frustration of your ship barely interacting all season, only to be set up in the last minutes of the finale to be deeply entangled next season BUT you're also confident the show is going to get cancelled