#and yeah blah blah blah pining gays

[frozentothetouch]

its been like 2 years since i did anything with my vioem skateboard au so uhh here

#the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn violet #tpn emma #tpn gillian #tpn nigel #myart:) #violemma #back in the day i was inspired by sk8 the infinity #but this au isn't like...directly that #ill ramble about it in the tags hehe #so emma goes to a private school #it's all girls so she's separated from norman and ray and finds it hard to make friends at this school #when looking for a place to chill before she goes home she stumbles across a skating rink #there she meets the trio #she learns that violet actually went to go to the girls school (but got kicked out oop) so they bond over that #emma wants to stay friends with them so she wants to learn how to skateboard so she can hang out with them #and yeah blah blah blah pining gays #i did this instead of an art thing due tomorrow so..uhm i want to continue this but i have actual work to do hehe

[azulas-lightning-bolt]

fem mako… save me fem mako…

okay so I saw @jade-of-mourning’s post about how makorra would make bomb yuri and I am 100% in agreement so,, how I imagine tlok would go if mako was a girl.

I feel like this would totally affect mako’s backstory n stuff too because life on the street is rough for any kids but like. little girls with no one to run to surrounded by creepy criminal guys. not great! so not only would that add an extra layer of trauma, but I feel like it would also add dimension to mako+zolt’s dynamic when mako and bolin worked w the triads. like, instead of firebending gang leader who wants to shape a mini-me he found into his successor, it’s. hold on let me make another sentence. it’s a girl who’s learned to protect herself and a man she needs to defend herself from offering to teach her better. so there’s less of the straightforwardness of their canon interactions—mako knows she’s being exploited but is willing to play into it to take advantage of learning zolt’s skills and zolt knows she’s clever but wants her close. idk how fucked up zolt would be, but he could probably have some motivations related to trafficking as a backup should mako turn on him that would’ve been less viable with canon mako. idk. thoughts are thinking too quickly for me to type rn.

I’m not gonna go through everything in tlok for the sake of not yapping for 12 hrs like i did in my 100yr war mako post but through the four books in the context of makorra i imagine it would go:

b1: weirdgirl firebender who’s a control freak becomes the avatar’s best friend. she’s totally not in love btw. and there’s literally no jealousy at all when asami befriends korra either cause they’re just chill. just friends, how friends are, yk. amon is a freak but part of her is relieved he took zolt’s bending. thought the thought of her getting her bending taken away feels like a part of her autonomy being taken and that’s terrifying so she’s relieved when he fucking dies.

b2: from what I recall team avatar is more split up during b2 and do you know what that means. so much pining. it smells like a forest with the amount of longing bro. then mako gets arrested and prison as we all know is such a friendly environment for women so. more trauma. then harmonic convergence happens at that is absolutely when makorra realize they’re in loooove. then vaatu happens and it’s like ohhh shit I’m in deeeep.

b3: new airbenders yay! mako is distracted from korra a little bit when she and bolin meet their long lost extended family, until dear old grammy says that korra would make a fine husband for her granddaughter if she were a man. and cue gay panic cause DOES SHE KNOW???? HOW??? I’m being intentionally vague cause I last watched this show like five years ago and I don’t remember the timeline at all but bear with me. airbenders in ba sing se are freed, krew makes their way over to zaofu to meet opal. this is cool it’s fine. lin is literally mako’s mom and she’s still worried the whole time they’re on zaofu. korra is kidnapped. prison for mako and bolin (again). m+b search the desert for korrasami, it’s all mostly the same except more. yk. gay pining. korra is poisoned but the girls have a girl moment on air temple island after Jinora gets her tattoos :3

b4: korra travels for a while, before returning to rc. then she’s gone again to the swamp. kuvira attacks zaofu, korra defends, and then she’s back. mako and asami are. yeah. blah blah blah that one episode of makorra reminiscing gets really gay, kuvira tries to take over rc, mako lightning-zaps the mech and almost dies and then BOOM. they kiss after the battle. and the lesbians win once again as makorra walk into the spirit world hand in hand.

if you’re wondering why this was written so disjointedly it’s because I kept getting distracted mid-sentence. and I also hate how the romance was dealt with in canon, but it’s such a big part of b1 (my favorite book minus romance) and the repercussions lasted throughout all four seasons so obviously that I physically cannot bring myself to rewatch it. and girls are so. thank u lychee ur really super awesome and cool for drawing makorra as girls because I think they would’ve worked out in canon if mako was a girl. sorry I’m really sick rn and I’m a little out of it lmao 😭🙏🏼

#legend of korra #mako lok #lok #tlok #mako tlok #korra #makorra #lesbian makorra my loves #fem mako #is that a tag? #I think it should be #slug’s stuff

[sid471]

Okay, I’m gonna do this >_>

I wanna talk about Klance 😊 and this is my blog so I can do whatever I want 😊 Have I seen Voltron? No. Have I experienced Klance first hand? No. But I… have been on the internet. And that’s enough for me 😊

Again, I haven’t seen Voltron, I wanted to watch it but I never started it because just from like… being on the internet I heard how hard they fumbled with Klance and how poorly handled it was. And I know I shoulda watched to formulate my own opinion… but I couldn’t >_> I just- okay, I know that shippers can be crazy, and sometimes more than a little delusional. I’ve been there 🤷🏻‍♂️ but like… EVERYONE, from what I’ve seen, supported Klance .-. And Fandoms… NEVER unify like that. ESPECIALLY when it comes to shipping ._. And it’s not like Voltron was OPPOSED to queerness, they HAD a canon gay character .-. They even had said character get married and smooch his new husband on screen 😶

So like… what-what was the issue? ._. Circling back to ‘shippers are crazy’ 😊 Klance shippers apparently sent death threats to the creators. Which… obviously dumb, obviously don’t do that, obviously a big no no >_> makin us shippers look bad 😒 But did they not make Klance happen out of spite? 😶 Did they write those moments with a purely platonic bond in mind, but afterwards, like after it aired 😊, they were like ‘Uhhh… oops. That’s a little fruity 😶’ and if THAT was the case, after seeing that a romantic relationship between them would’ve been not only accepted by the fandom but a MASSIVE hit, why not just… lean into it and MAKE IT HAPPEN ._. The money prints itself, if nothing else .-. I’ve seen some clips and it’s giving ‘We kiss but it’s with socks on so it’s not gay 🤷🏻‍♂️. Huh? Oh yeah we’ve had sex, made love really. But it was with socks on. Not gay. Oh this? Yeah it’s a wedding band. But we said no homo before AND after we kissed passionately in front of our friends and family. So. Doesn’t count 🤷🏻‍♂️’ just… VERY in denial 😶

And like, a missed connection, or even like, mutual pining or one sided love thing even would’ve been fine. Just like… ACKNOWLEDGE it .-. Acknowledge that these two characters have INSANE chemistry ._. Have one of them be like ‘I have feelings for him but I can’t act on them because of the war and the uncertainty of life and blah blah blah’ Angst! Gays LOVE angst ._. But no, no, instead… they stick one of them, idk which one >_>, with a girl, who, granted, they HAD established had a thing. But like… it felt like… ‘Haha take that. That’ll teach you <_<’ rather than a genuine… relationship .-. Again, just from what I’ve seen/heard.

And if they were worried about the series being canceled… Cowards ._. I’m sorry but that’s cowardly >_> She Ra only got one season BECAUSE the producers were determined to make Catradora happen no matter what. They made a promise and they fulfilled it at the cost of a longer run. And She Ra, in my opinion, doesn’t FEEL unfinished. It FEELS like a complete series y’know?

#Voltron #Klance #Shipping #voltron legendary defender #voltron legendary queerbait #voltron legendary disaster #so I’m guessing Klance wasn’t the ONLY issue 😊 #siddy rambles #siddy rants

[khronoes]

since I’m currently in full brain rot going to give you guys a little run down about princess malini from the jasmine throne/burning kingdom series. obviously spoilers ahead for anyone who might want to pick up the series:

Malini is the princess of a nation called parijatdvipa

youngest of three, Chandra is the middle brother and Aditya the oldest

Aditya didn’t step up to the throne when the time came so Chandra took over

Chandra is ugly . he practices an extreme version of a faith following the mothers of the flame where he thinks women sacrificing themselves and being burnt to death is a process of purification

he demanded malini sacrifice herself and when she refused he had her imprisoned in a temple

blah blah stuff happens in the temple + some gay pining but main thing is she escapes

once she does she returns back to her goal of convincing her older brother Aditya to take the throne from Chandra

Aditya fucked off and became a priest so he has no interest in politics even after malini had allied so many supporters before being imprisoned

At the end of the first book her allies and a prophecy encourage her to take the throne for herself

So the bad bitch says yeah I’ll be your empress and now leads an army to overthrow her brother after she burned a whole army of his men who tried to attack them

Malini can literally cry on command and can be very manipulative. she has the knack for making everyone around her love her but she finds uses for everyone in her life

Despite her seemingly noble goal, she can be very cold, calculating and ruthless

#I love women leaders and this book was FILLED with them #obv I just started oleander sword so more malini lore to come but I’m brrrr #just Google oleander sword #look at that fuckjng cover LOOK AT HER!!!!!! #she was also slowly being poisoned by her original caretaker at the temple #bc when malini was told to rise to a burning fire she was supposed to do it with her heart sisters #aka the term for like best friends like platonic soulmates #and her caretakers daughter was one of the girls that burned and she hates malini for not dying too #power makes everyone monstrous ( 𝐡𝐜. ) MALINI

[gunmetal-ring]

Do you have any other stranger things ships?

At the risk of starting Discourse... yes lol

Hellcheer obv - i like eddie and steves friendship dynamic but i find it very, very weird that theres such an insistence that theyre just as canon as hellcheer bc steve like... literally confessed to nancy that hes still desperately be-my-wife-and-mother-of-my-many-children in love with her but whatever. Like I'll concede that sure maybe actors and writers and showrunners all saying that hellcheer was romantic isnt technically canon, fine, but, uh. Idk. Hardcore pushing-for-canon to the point of harassing the joes abt steddie and shitting on grace/chrissy abt steddie is... extremely offputting to say the least, esp given the fact that it could not be more clear that they are not and have never been and will never be canon, even if eddie was still alive. I definitely think eddie is bi tho lol

Anyway

I like nancy with steve better than with jonathan - yeah steve was a typical high school popular boy asshole for a while, but jonathan 1) literally creepshotted her, 2) manic-pixie-dream-girl'd her, and now 3) is actively lying to her and avoiding her. I've never liked him and his only redeeming quality imo is the way he goes to fuckin bat for will at every chance he gets bc i love will

I like robin and nancys friendship, if i didnt love steve and want him to be happy as much as i do, id want robin and nancy to get together bc vickie is blah and robin and nancy have such a cute dynamic and complement each other so well, but if robin rly likes blah vickie then so be it, i want robin to have a gf that she likes

Jopper but thats a no brainer lol

As for the kids theyre kind of too young for me to really care enough to "ship". Max and lucas are cute together. I rly hope that they dont go the tragic-single-gay-kid route with will bc i love him so, so much and it seems like the writers are definitely angling to keep mike/eleven together, so i hope he finds someone and doesnt spend his life crying and pining for a straight boy who doesn't love him back. Idc abt dustin and susie. Actually i feel like the writers are setting up dustin and erica to get together (like 10 years from now, obv) but i like their friendship its so funny.

I love hopper/joyce/murray 3 musketeers dynamic

I like argyle and jonathans friendship but mostly bc it means i get to see argyle bc i love him lol hes so funny

Is that all the characters? Theres so many characters on this show i love most of them and dont want any of them to die off but i cant keep track of them all lol

Oh and btw i hate billy, glad hes dead, have never and will never ship him w anyone bc he was a racist abusive piece of shit who had one (1) redeeming moment of his entire fucking existence, its sad that he was abused but that doesnt excuse the fact that he was also abusive, sorry not sorry

#op #ask #anon #st

[luisagrimmpitch]

Genius idea I had at 3 am...

(aka the reason why my bff has asked me to stop calling her at 3am)

I know we don't remember TRC's plot, like, at all. That's a universal experience. But we surely remember that "Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die" (yeah, I copy-pasted that from goodreads).

So... Imagine LWJ as Blue. He has been warned not to kiss his true love, and he's well aware of his curse.

However, he doesn't think it's a problem. People are just... uninteresting at best, annoying at worst.

But then, then, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses to study, and LWJ is suddenly gay-clenching™ his sword and thinking about that annoyingly charming boy with his stupid smile and mischievous eyes.

Blah, blah, blah, lots of pining.

Sangcheng as side Pynch.

And WWX kisses LWJ out of desperation, after LWJ tells him he will always stand by his side (after rescuing the Wens and all that).

So, naturally, the cliff scene, WWX dies, LWJ suffers. But then WWX gets better.

And... I don't know where this is all going, but I want them to have a son. So LSZ is also there. Kind of like Opal.

#trc #the raven cycle #the untamed #mdzs fic #wangxian #sangcheng #wei wuxain #lan zhan #someone please write a fic #thanks for coming to my ted talk

[padfootspensieve]

Wolfstar x Showing Affection (feat. oblivious James)

Sirius is very tactile.

He shows affection through hugging—hugs, hand-holding, playing with people's hair, just random mindless touching throughout the day.

Remus is more verbally affecionate.

He will constantly gives compliments—"i love your dress," "your hair looks great today," etc.

Unless he really likes someone.

Then he just

Stop talking.

Okay, back to Sirius.

Sirius seems like the 'heartless bad boy,' but he's a real softie when it comes to his friends.

He is constantly showing them affection.

Ruffling James' hair (much to James' chagrin).

Flinging himself dramatically over Remus' lap in the common room.

Putting his arms around his friends while they're walking down the corridors.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), he flirts much the same way.

Nobody would ever know this, of course, because he doesn't actually first with anyone.

Except for Remus.

"But what about all those girls who fall at his feet?"

He's naturally charming, okay? Give him a break.

Anyway, his flirting felt a lot like his friendship.

Sirius figured out he was gay at the end of third year or beginning of fourth, and realized he liked Remus a little later.

But you would never know it.

Sirius was constantly flirting with Remus.

But nobody knew.

Remus realized he liked Sirius a little later, maybe middle to end of fourth year.

Sirius gets really anxious when Remus stops talking to him.

"What did I do?"

"Is he okay?"

"Does he hate me?"

"Why?"

Pining, blah blah blah. Minor angst, blah blah blah.

They get together—yay!

They decide they don't want to tell anyone just yet, not even their closest friends.

And nobody can tell.

They're openly flirting.

Nobody knows.

Sirius will literally walk into the common room and sit in Remus' lap and start playing with his hair, and James will just be like

"Oh, hey Padfoot."

Remus will be showering Sirius with compliments about how pretty his eyes are, how soft his hair is, and Peter just goes

"Oh yeah, Sirius, you have to tell me what shampoo you use."

(It's Fleamont's Sleakeazy Potions—the one James refuses to use, even though Fleamont readily gave both James and Sirius a lifetime supply).

They will literally walk down the halls holding hands

Regulus will give Sirius a knowing smile

(He knows. Obviously).

Lily will give the same smile to Remus.

James and Peter will just think

"Oh that's just something we do know, I guess?"

Remus decides they need to tell them, it's getting painful to watch.

Sirius disagrees, and, because he's Sirius, wonders how long they can keep going before anyone notices.

Okay, so they're not telling anyone just yet.

But they're not holding back, either.

One night, Sirius decides to go to bed, so he gets up and kisses Remus on the forehead.

"Mate, you're gonna kiss Moons but not me? When did he become your best friend?" James whines.

Sirius and Remus look at each other and snicker.

Sirius just tousles James' hair.

"Alright, fine. But I will get a kiss from you before the week is out!"

"Alright, Prongs, whatever you say."

Remus goes red, from embarrassment and from trying to hold his laughter in.

At breakfast, Sirius and James probably do something stupid.

Remus tells Sirius, "you're lucky you're so damn adorable, or I might actually be mad."

James takes offense.

"What, I'm not cute enough for you?"

Remus is admitted to the hospital wing after a particularly bad moon.

Madam Pomfrey lets them stay, mostly because the combined forces of Sirius' desperation and James' annoyingness is enough to make her fear for her life.

Anyway.

Sirius steps out for a minute, because Remus is asleep anyway.

And while he's gone, Remus asks after him.

"S'r'us?"

He's still half asleep, and doesn't know Sirius left.

"S'r'us? Can you..." he trails off, but moves over to the far side of the bed.

Well. Sirius isn't there.

But James is.

He gets the message, and climbs into bed beside Remus.

They've never done this before, but hey, what a sleepy, injured, post-moon Remus wants, he gets.

So James wraps an arm around Remus and pulls him close.

(Honestly, get you a friend like James).

So then Sirius comes back.

And sees his best friend cuddling with his boyfriend.

He clears his throat.

"James, what the fuck?" he asks calmly.

"Oh, he asked for you, but you weren't here. I guess he wanted cuddles or something, so I figured I'd fill in for you. So here we are."

"James," Sirius deadpanned. "That's my boyfriend you're cuddling with."

James sat up so quickly Sirius was honestly impressed Remus didn't wake up.

"Boyfriend?!?"

"Boyfriend," Sirius confirms.

"How long??"

"Few months now."

"Wha– but I– you– what?!?!?!"

It's safe to say James is in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me??" he finally asks.

"Are you honestly blind?" Sirius asks.

"Have you not seen us flirting? Cuddling? Eye-fucking across the room?"

"I thought that was just something you did!!"

James is still in shock.

And totally oblivious.

"It is something we do. Because we're dating. We wake up in the same bed every morning."

"AS BROS DO."

James eventually calms down. Their argument conversation has now woken Remus up.

"James, what are you doing in my bed?"

"We've been over this already," Sirius said.

"By the way, he knows now."

"Oh good. How's he taking it?"

"Not sure," Sirius says. "James?"

"Huh? I mean... yeah. I'm happy for you, obviously. And it's fine that you're gay, or whatever. I don't care about that. But what the fuck??"

Alright then. That's how he's taking it.

James never did get that kiss.

#aech's textposts #aech’s headcanons #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanons #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #marauders era

[thatabitcryptic]

How do you think fidds and fords relationship developed over the years? Like from college to marriage(May and Fidds) to portal partners to enemys to lovers etc. I have my own headcanons but I want to know what you think!

O o o o o o o ok I am a sap so uhh here we go

So during college I don’t really think they had an established romantic relationship,, I personally like to think it started out with ford disliking fidds with. A. Passion.

He’s stuck in the worst University, in the worst dormitory, with the worst roommate.

Fiddleford played banjo almost every night which distracted him from his study. He was loud and rowdy, trying to make conversation when ford was clearly busy and not interested. He was just a southern hick who didn’t take lessons seriously and in Ford’s opinion was wasting his time here.

Until... (please forgive me idk how American schooling works let alone college lmao) end of term exams (I feel like their called finals?? I haven’t a clue tbh) ford starts to push himself harder and harder in class because he can’t fail he can’t he has to prove he’s not just some freak no one wants but he can’t do it he can’t focus it’s all too much he’s going to fail. Everything’s all wrong. He’s missing Stan something.

Fidds sees him struggling to study. Ford’s restless in his chair, grumbling to himself, wiping his tears eyes and he’s standing up and pacing. So fidds, the kind soul that he is, asks what’s wrong to only be met with ford leaning in close and yelling at him about how it’s all his fault he’s failing with his ‘hick southern quirks’ keeping him from concentrating. I hc fidds to be very sensitive about his accent and upbringing when he was younger so this is a heavy blow. Ford sees his face shift from confusion to anger to anxiety and he feels terrible. Uh yeah next he breaks down into fidds’ chest soaking his shirt and just repeating how sorry he is.

Fiddleford comforts him and immediately forgives him bc he is clearly remorseful and tbh fidds just be like that. After ford calms down he starts freaking out again because he’s got exams coming up and he’s not going to do very well. So fiddy boy offers to help but ford is doubtful... and fidds can see it on his face. So he goes and grabs a little knickknack he had been working on (idk what it is but it’s very impressive to ford)

Fidds help him pass all his classes with flying colours. This is when ford realises that he’s gay. However my guy has some internalised homophobia.

Anyway now that they are on better terms they start to hang out and goof around as college buddy’s. If ford gets stressed fidds notices and rests a hand on his shoulder. Ford is very not straight. Also it’s canon that they stay up late and talk about the future which is sweet so that happens.

Okay so college kinda goes like that nothing explicit but lots of pining (hehe) from both sides - fidds is also a flustered mess but ford is blind to it bc there’s no way he would like me back but I’m not gay so it does matter ahaha (ford has lots of emotions)

So fidds’ marriage uhhhh I don’t really have anything positive to say here except for tate so idk

Emma-may. I don’t think she’s all too great considering she left fidds when he needed her most. Also I do think fidds was attracted too her at some point but I don’t think he was ever in love with her. He just got married and had Tate because that’s what you did back then, got married settled down and had kids.

(Oh to set it in the timeline this would be after college when ford was researching gravity falls alone - so the invitation to be the best man at the wedding was heart breaking for him bc he had no clue who this Emma-may was and he felt more alone than he ever had since Stan was kicked out.)

Next portal era!!

Ford doesn’t want to drag fidds away from his family but he needs his help. Ruh roh his feelings resurface and just a heck of a lot of pining.

Fidds and may are going through a rough patch (uhhhh she’s cheating oof) so he is super excited to see ford, to sort of get away for a bit - I like to think they filed for a divorce right before Ford’s call.

Again ford and fidds’ relationship doesn’t become offical but they are both yearning SO MUCH. Oh what Fidds is designing the bunker? oh what he can only fit one bed down there?? Welp Ford’s fine with that bc he’s not gay,, it’s not gay to blush when you homie puts his head on your hair. (Lots of ford waking up to being hugged and he’s fine with that bc ...they’re just friends)

Also fidds is like sad bc his marriage failed so ford is awkwardly trying to cheer him up while also seeing an opening but he represses that’s bc it’s insensitive and he’s totally straight .

Canon blah blah blah

(also may stinks bc even tho you are getting divorced you don't give up on someone who’s going through a huge storm,, especially if he’s the father of your son but idk that’s just my thoughts)

Now 30yrs later. Ford and fidds get together and finally get married :D I have too many ideas about how this could happen so idk but is very fluffy and soft

Okay ahahaha those are my thoughts and I have more small details about them during the portal era I didn’t put in because this is already VERY l o n g.

#idk their relationship is very fluffy and their are lots of sweet moments in my mind #ALSO fidds comforting and helping ford that first time is sort of paralleled to when he tries to do the same about the portal #only this time ford is angy bc yknow the portal is his life’s work so he can’t just give up (fidds’ reasoning is the end of the world #and that it’s stressing ford out WAY too much) #tbh I’m writing this while I’m overtired so I might go back and edit stuff later bc this is probably incoherent #also thanks for the ask about this bc this was fun ahaha :D #fiddauthor #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #internalised homophobia #cheating #uhhhh ask to tag I guess??? #gravity falls #asks

[moth-based-cryptology]

hi hun !! i would just like to say that im SO proud of your youtuber au !!!! and im so glad it's getting the attention that it deserves !!! you're so talented and your characterization is PERFECT and i am so so happy for you!!!! mwah !!!

also, feel free to use this as an excuse to talk about how al and race figured out they liked each other !! i can't remember if you've talked about that, but id love to hear ur thoughts on it !!! -jac

hi dear !! thank you so much 😭 everything you do is pure gold so this means the world honestly. all the hugs for you <3

you best believe i will take any and all excuses to talk about my favorite idiots and this is a really fun story cause they are, in fact, a walking relationship trope so ✨here we go✨

it needs to be stated that race has been out as gay since like,,, 6th grade? and albert came out as bi over the summer between 9th and 10th grade

that being said, albert has known he liked race since 7th grade

race has been in love with albert his ENTIRE LIFE even if he didn’t realize it until middle school

now race tried not to do this,,, but his heart got all fluttery and his brain went “holy shit you actually have a chance with him” when albert came out to him

they were already in separatable and very clearly pining to anyone that wasn’t them but they were in full crush denial mode

so sophomore year is basically just them ✨pretending they’re not in love✨

also it’s them acting like they’re dating without any of the benefits of being an actual couple

the summer brings along a few,,,, moments? idk there’s just this moment when they’re walking around at like 4am and talking about crushes and they’re both very clearly describing the other but neither of them acknowledge it

not to mention the fact albert almost kissed race that one time but then the rest of the group walked in and they just pretend it didn’t happen

albert is tired of pretending by the time junior year starts (so is race but albert doesn’t know that yet)

so albert enlists the help of jack (for artistry) and sarah (to make sure jack actually does what he’s supposed to and doesn’t just ignore the plan and do whatever he wants) to help him make one of those cheesy homecoming posters to ask race

they do it and it’s SO CUTE

it’s covered in little inside jokes and stuff only race’s friends know about him and it clearly says d a t e so albert hopes race gets the actual message and doesn’t think he’s asking as a friend

but it’s race and he’s kinda oblivious and doesn’t want to assume and be wrong but also doesn’t want to ask and be rejected so of course he doesn’t get the message

so homecoming arrives and they eat and dance and blah blah dance things

and then a slow song comes on and albert asks race to dance :,)

and while they’re dancing albert just says as casually as he can (he’s internally freaking out but he looks pretty calm on the outside) “i really like you, y’know. like,, in the ‘more than a friend’ way.”

race’s brain short circuited for a second but he managed to breathe out a “yeah, i like you too. have since like,,,, forever.”

and then they make eye contact and start laughing

“god we’re dumb”

and then the laughter dies a bit when they catch eachothers eyes again

and then

as you’ve probably guessed

they kith !!!

and then jack ruins it by whistling at them

but it’s still very cute

✨and the rest is history✨

i love them sm !! this au lives completely rent free in my brain ngl

thank you for all the kind words (and the opportunity to do what i do best) jac !!! ilysm and i’m so happy to see you back !! i hope you keep feeling better <3

#newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #never not read the tags #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #chaotic red and radioactive racer #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #jac !!! #ilysm #you’re fantastic #m w a h

[yutatube]

SunaHime | Suna Rin (me) x Utahime Iori

Summary: a selfship is when you ship a character with yourself. I got this idea from @itskierrababyy thank you.

Warning: contains homophobic families

Ft.: kinda cheesy, it’s pretty gay.



zodiac compatibility | capricorn x aquarius

Capricorn is a more cautious, rational outlook on life, while Aquarius is insatiable, fostering an idealistic approach to nearly everything. On the surface, they may seem like total opposites, but once these two set eyes on one another, an unbreakable bond is formed. Both Capricorn and Aquarius can be opinionated to the point of seeming unwilling to compromise. Capricorn thrives on organization and is always looking for consequences. Aquarius is modern and finds routine troublesome and boring. Capricorn will find wonder in Aquarius, but may get frustrated trying to find a stitch of logic in their partner’s desultory, mystical mind. Aquarius will not appreciate the domineering streak in their partner, but will find the solid base that Capricorn provides to be a great support and will be relieved that someone will help them to take care of their personal matters.

mbti compatibility | intp x istj

I was going to put what truity said but I found incorrect quotes and they’re just so much funnier than “blah blah communication blah blah” so I’m just gonna put those here. So just read this.

trope: mutual pining, taking time apart, slow burn

song: little miss perfect

canon couple we’re most like: nick and jess

ship we’re most like: kiyoyachi

headcanons:

So let’s start off with ages in this

Utahime is 31 and I’m a 25 year old grad student

My grad program is a research and teaching route

I cannot see curses, thank god

Animated, they look fine. If I could actually see them, I’d die.

How we met:

Utahime and I met at Kyoto University’s library. She was assigned to find a bothersome curse that took residence at the university while I was looking for a book on Japanese poetry throughout the 20th century.

The curse she was looking for just happened to be in the library that day.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going because reading and walking at the same time is just more fun than reading while sitting.

Anyways, I ran into Utahime.

Literally.

Right when she was about to exorcise the cursed spirit.

Needless to say, she wasn’t happy.

But I’m polite and I apologized. Unlike some people (@ gojo), I respect my elders. Usually.

I respected Utahime because she’s pretty.

And because I spilled my drink on her.

It’s okay, though. After she exorcised the spirit, we went to the university cafe and I treated her to a drink because I’m oh so kind.

We started off as friends. We were such good friends that waiters thought we were together.

But here’s the hard part

Knowing jujutsu sorcerers and the clans, they wouldn’t be very accepting of this relationship

The clans love tradition

And if I was a guy, they would’ve loved me

Straight hair, straight A’s, straightforward

Head of the student council in high school

The top student in my grad program

Polite and respectful

Really good at shoji

But her family didn’t want “little miss perfect”

They wanted “mister perfect”

But mister perfect doesn’t sound as good

Yeah, after we started dating and things got serious, her parents were assholes

Can’t stand these homophobes

“Leave them or leave the clan”

But because I’m just the kindest

I left Utahime because family or me? Pick your family, they have money.

I was almost done with my grad program, I needed to finish at the top. I can’t risk falling off my throne.

‘It’s never worth it when you’re little miss perfect’

A year goes by, I won a professorship and was teaching at Kyoto University

I’m enjoying my office hours, I’m catching up on work and totally not getting distracted by anime, when I hear a knock.

Thinking it’s a student, I’m like “come in”

It’s not a student

Surprise shawty, it’s Utahime

I then learn she left the clan and chooses me

How kind of her

Let’s get to the general headcanons

Tsundere.

When I think of Utahime, tsundere is the main descriptor.

Light, joking hits whenever I tease her

The polite respect for my elders wore off after a week of knowing her

Harsh and blunt on the outside, caring and playing on the inside

As 😐 as she seems, she’s so caring.

Texts like:

‘Did you eat lunch?’

‘There’s traffic on your usual route home’

‘I left onigiris on your office desk’

But also texts like:

‘I hate Gojo’

‘Please get me away from Gojo’

‘I threw my drink at Gojo’

‘Why can’t he respect his elders?’

Her favorite dates are teahouse dates

She loves when I brush her hair and perfect the bow she usually puts in

She can be really soft and sweet

At home, she always wants to be by me

She doesn’t really know how to express it, but she does love soft moments where it’s just us. The comforting feeling brings a certain euphoria to her. Memories of said soft moments help her get through the day, especially when Gojo is involved.

She. Loves. Forehead. Kisses. Doesn’t matter if I’m shorter than her, she loves them.

When I met Gojo, he asked me right in front of her “why are you with her?”

I said “because I love her” and then kicked him in the stomach for asking such a rude and personal question.

She really appreciates being told she’s beautiful and that you love the scar on her face.

Basically, dating her grants me access to seeing to different sides of her. The serious version she is with her students, the irritated version that Gojo has bought a special subscription for, and the soft, vulnerable side that’s reserved for home.

— yours truly, sunarin

#🕯rinnie writings #🤍selfships #💝SunaHime #Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #utahime iori #selfships #utahime x me #utahime x reader #kyoto #anime #jjk x reader

[katelynn-a-fan]

hey sweet darling, you offered fluff? could i request dukeceit, or if you don't like dukeceit then any other janus ship? it was very kind of you to offer - imlovethomasssanders

(no prob. who knows? this might even revamp my creativity! Also, I am a multishipper, so I can absolutely do dukeceit! And I apologize if the brief tension/angst? hurt/comfort? makes it just a little too much over into not fluff. An idea took hold...) @imlovethomassanders​ 

Janus was... helplessly in love with Remus. It was just a fact. Janus could almost say he wanted to change that, but then he would always think of Remus’s stupid grin and be right back in pining city (hell).

And other than the fact that whenever Remus lobbed that grin at him he swears he’s on the verge of a heart attack and he can’t stop thinking of his jaw... it would’ve been manageable if it weren’t for Roman.

At first Roman was none to keen to have the ‘snake in the garden’ pining after his brother, because come on, Janus was a helpless gay and wasn’t subtle at all when it came to actual feelings. But once Janus had apparently shown he wasn’t a bad influence on Thomas, Roman had actually started to....

Ahem. 

Set Janus up in.... situations.

The latest way Roman tried to get them together involved way too much glitter for Janus’s liking, which was to say, basically any at all, and Janus was now just bidding his time until the next one. He had already caught Roman staring at him, the ghost of a smile on his lips, which Janus had made sure to excuse himself as quickly as he could nonchalantly do, just to make sure Roman had not somehow done something to Janus’s face.

But as he sat on the couch, lounging across it with no regard for anyone coming to sit on it, dozing, Janus heard Roman scream from down the hall.

Now this wasn’t just a normal Roman scream, it was raw��and grief filled.

Immediately, Janus was running, he didn’t remember getting up, just that he was now running to the source of the sound.

But when he turned the corner, his blood turned ice cold.

Roman was staggering out of his room, an unconscious Remus in his arms. This wasn’t unusual for Remus, to be knocked out like this, but Janus immediately saw his eyes, they were open and blank, there was no life in them, not even sleep looked like how Remus’s eyes looked. His body looked strange in Roman’s arms.

Roman was haggard, his princely uniform disheveled and unbuttoned, tears rolling down his face and his expression was pure anguish. Roman blubbered, “Spell, true love’s kiss, help!!”

And Janus didn’t question it, surging forward just knowing  Remus needed help and he love Remus and-

They were kissing.

God how Janus wished this had happened in a more romantic way, but when he started to pull back, all his doubts stopped as he felt Remus grip the back of his shirt, but instead of addressing Janus, Remus immediately looked at Roman, who still had Remus in his arms.

“You ASSHOLE!” Remus shrieked, punching Roman in the jaw, but even Janus could tell it was only to get him to drop him from how light the punch was.

Janus was confused at Remus’s reaction, letting out an uncharacteristic “Wh-Wha?”

Remus whipped back to face Janus when he spoke, fire in his eyes, but it wasn’t directed at him.

“Roman, the assprince, decided to speed our relationship along apparently!” Remus yelled at a pouting Roman who was nursing where Remus’s punched him.

“What- What do you mean? Wait-” Janus blushed, realizing what Remus said.

“Roman apparently decided that if you weren’t going to confess your feelings for me, that he would trick me into pricking my finger on a stupid sleeping beauty flower, ya know it has the same ability spindle on the spinning wheel but instead it’s a flower? Anyways! You know the rest, a true love’s kiss blah blah blah. I’m furious with him because I was letting you take your time to come to me!!! The hopeless romantic doesn’t know when someone needs to take their time apparently!” Remus growled, Roman having the decency to deflate a little, avoiding eye contact.

“Wait, so you- you-” Janus floundered.

“I love you, Jan, yeah.” Janus sobered at those 3 words, those words helping him focus on other more important matters at the moment.

Janus smirked.

“Well, my first act as your lover is totally not going to be getting Roman back for what he did.” 

Remus cackled. “Oh, I love a nice protective lover, how about we make some moves.

Janus summoned his cane, and Remus summoned his morning star, both of them turning to Roman, who gulped at the look they were giving him.

“Let’s have some fun.”

(They aren’t gonna beat him up... well, maybe a bonk or two, but he’ll be in one piece, just unconscious) 

#im sorry if this was a little too hurt/comfort or angsty #my muse would not let me steer the story back to pure fluff #imlovethomasssanders #sanders sides #dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #Anonymous

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

aight aight, real shit; let's say you got the chance to rewrite the entirety of gossip girl exactly how you want. make a brief description of what would happen in each season. (you can decide whether there's a fourth season or not)

oh i LOVE this ask, and i am so flattered to be asked this, haha. i have SO many thoughts, i’ve been thinking about this non-stop, but i’ll try to be as brief as possible. also, disclaimer, i don’t remember all the seasons equally clearly. like i barely remember s2. haha, whoops.

season 1: i love this season as is, for the most part. i think the tone of it was actually very serious and involved? like the show was actively trying not to be frivolous with heavy topics, and the way we were getting to see the characters seemed like they were trying to bring out character depth and the complexities of their lives in very deliberate ways. nate’s whole thing with his parents gets so much focus, and it’s not something the show glorifies, it’s something that is meant to make you uncomfortable and worried for him. 

i would have nate be less of a dudebro, jenny & nate’s friendship being a little more solid, dan being a little more involved in jenny’s problems + helping her find her space, vanessa/nate to happen earlier - after nate breaks up w/ blair and realises she looks happier, i would have him not try and get back with her (lol, dude, the fact that she’s happy after breaking up with you means you probably shouldn’t be dating her.) more exploration of eric’s mental health. more dan and blair friendship. i would keep chair the way it is this season. i would not have a derena breakup - i’d have them take a break after the georgina reveal and get back together during the summer after talking about it and deciding to be more honest & open with each other. and, what the hell, i would have lily not blame serena (???) for being taken advantage of in the whole pete fairman situation. serena wasn’t sober, she was 16, that dude was in his 30s, georgina was taping her w/o her consent. how is any of this serena’s fault??? i hate lily’s reaction so much.

season 2: i... don’t remember enough of this season, sadly. it’s been too long since i watched it. i would majorly change jenny’s arc here, though. eleanor stealing her dress was majorly, majorly fucked up, and i think jenny should’ve done something then and there. also the whole thing with ‘lily is a mother to chuck’.... i would’ve loved it if lily had been like that to jenny. the girl needed it, and lily would’ve actually been able to help jenny establish connections in the professional world and whatnot. i think jenny should’ve transferred out of constance - not necessarily homeschooling maybe, but gone somewhere else. unlike dan, she didn’t even want to get into an ivy, she wanted to make it big as a designer. so. that. 

oh nate my love. i’d get this trainwreck of a boy some therapy. while i hate that the catherine thing happened, things like that do happen all the time, and i’d be interested in sort of handling the aftermath of it in a responsible way. i would not have... a lot of serena’s arc and decisions (from what i can remember) were really random in this season. i’d have her break up with dan at some point. and vanessa would need a new subject for her short film, and she’d choose serena.

nate doesn’t really date anyone, this season. but he and jenny open up to each other abt having gay crushes on people who treat you like shit - jenny’s thing with agnes - nate rescues her when they’re taking those pictures in her flat and let’s say she doesn’t go back to agnes. instead of kissing her, nate talks to her instead, and tells her about carter, tells her about chuck. and jenny talks about her feelings for blair, her feelings for agnes. and both of them sort of go... “it sucks, but all we can do is try not to become the kind of people we hate, right?”

dan pines for nate. majorly. massively. obviously. i think the only person who really notices is blair, and this would lead to new hijinks and shenanigans. also!! i do not want chair in s2. maybe it can go there for a bit but definitely not to the extent in canon. i want blair to have the same moment of being unable to deny her cruelty / needing to be accountable that she did in that ‘age of dissonance’ play. and. this sounds fucky but i want the dan/rachel stuff to stay as it is, and later, in s4, for dan & serena to talk about rachel & ben respectively and be like ‘hey, this was a fucked up thing to happen to us, wasn’t it?’ 

i would also like to get to know blair’s “minions” better as people. i mean. they all seemed hella fascinating to me, and the show’s decision to make them superficial and unidimensional was very depressing.

season 3: hot garbage, throw canon away. when chuck goes away to paris or wherever, let him not come back. goodbye, dude! dan, blair & vanessa friendship at nyu is so, so important to me. also im losing my mind always at how vanessa and serena catch dan on that walk of shame and they’re both like ‘college is a time for experimentation!’ and nobody does anything even slightly bisexual (unless you count that threesome later, which, blah.) a serenessa / date dynamic in college would’ve been great. dan transferring to columbia like blair does and rooming with nate and just, the gayness of it all. dan & blair become really, really close, and d&b&v watch movies + go to art exhibits together and are all SO DAMN PRETENTIOUS. serena finds it sexy, nate finds it terrifying. 

the william stuff would be interesting if he were actually held accountable. like that man has no right being a doctor, and medical malpractice needs to be brought up. and jenny’s whole arc this season makes me so sad. i think it would’ve been interesting if she’d been a ‘queen’ and ruled alongside eric, and just, the two of them forcing people to be nice, sort of like they try to do with people who are mean to nelly in s2 i think it is? but also.. jenny out of constance is very good, and i think i mentioned that earlier, haha, whoops.

season 4 : serenessa breakup, for whatever reason, probably to do with the william fuckery, because i think vanessa would react in similar ways to nate (”serena, i know he’s your dad, but we have to do the right thing” / “it still wasn’t your call to make” / “he’s a certified doctor, serena, a man like that has no right -” / “god vanessa, you really don’t get it, do you?” ). uhhh i would actually... if i had to choose i would honestly go blairnessa >>>>> dair. i love how blair & vanessa can keep each other on their toes and hold each other accountable. like? blair’s classist or racist and dan’s just like, *smiles*. vanessa would actively be like ‘hey, stop that.’ (this is one of the few actual criticisms i have about d/b as a relationship, RIP.) 

(edited to add: yeah, i think blairnessa WOULD be a sustainable relationship, more abt that here! )

yes to the milo arc, but dan gets to keep milo (his friends threaten georgina and go all ‘you made him sign the certificate. don’t make us take you to court’ because i love these morally grey assholes but also because g DID trick dan into thinking milo was his and dan was ready to reshape his whole life around that kid which is more than georgina was willing to do. plus endgame: jack/georgina are not parents i want milo to have.) i would also have more of a rufus & dan fallout over the milo thing. i think rufus would be really nasty about it all tbh.

the dair arc for blair and vanessa! let the juliet stuff happen, but let it be less awful + let it be seen as Bad + let serena get help & not forgive her for it. let serena NOT date ben after, what the hell. i want d&s to talk about their shared feelings for high school teachers and to realise, in retrospect, as adults, that what happened was crossing lines. let blair and vanessa suddenly drop dan and do the movies + galleries stuff on their own. and dan’s like ??? but he’s busy being a parent with nate supporting him. dan’s drama is very much parenting things. there would be some nonsense involving nate’s family pushing back, because ‘we stood by while you dated him, nate, we thought it was a phase. but raising a child with another man? this is unacceptable.’ i would like nate to get disowned by the family, and need to find his own feet. and to get a REAL SHOT AT HAPPINESS away from that terrible environment.

season 5: i want this to be a good serena season. let her find her calling doing creative things. let her and carter travel the world. let her just be whoever she wants to be. let her and vanessa patch their friendship up. let her have an open relationship with carter, let her have a lot of sex with a lot of random people and not feel guilty about it. let her really really blossom. i want more eric! maybe he’s in london with jenny, and she’s working on her fashion stuff, and he’s realising that he really wants to be a counsellor. 

some time-skips, maybe. i really want to see dan’s whole thing of being a parent. sending milo to kindergarten and spending the whole time milo’s gone on edge and anxious about everything that could go wrong, while nate comforts him. let nate try to get a job because he no longer has a trust fund, and navigate everything that comes with that. let vanessa be there for him. why the fuck am i phrasing my sentences like this - can you tell that i studied physics once?? oh well.

blair & vanessa handling a lot of things. vanessa meeting harold!! vanessa’s parents being disapproving of blair, but ruby standing up for her. blair & vanessa planning their future properly. blair & vanessa babysitting milo and talking about kids. 

and there can be drama too, there should always be drama. but i would like wholesome stuff at the centre of it too, you know? the ivy/lola nonsense can go on in the background, i don’t actually care that much. as long as ivy doesn’t go around fucking people’s fathers for no understandable or discernable reason, i don’t really care lkdhlfdkhg. (it was just so inexplicable and so random!)

season 6: uh, i don’t know. this was a bad season for everyone in canon, except chuck. i would throw it all away. i would actually love if we had pre-series rufly instead: every time those two bring up their past together i’m like 👀 because it sounds like a dream. or focus entirely on jenny and eric and their life. i am obsessed with jenny and eric being... sort of queerplatonic, sort of like, best friends. there’s no romance and no sex between them (eric’s canonically gay, and jenny’s a lesbian because i said so) but i think the way jenny and eric are is very, very life partners in a way that isn’t romantic OR sexual. so they’d have a little place together and would support each other. and just. what are they up to now? also. kati, iz, penelope, hazel, nelly... what r they doing now? one of the few things i actually liked about s6 as it was was that nelly was that reporter and that she’d found her people in yale. nelly yuki getting a happy and fulfilling ending and being a successful woman was so good and we actually got a little bit of that. i’d like more of that, for the rest of the girls, you know?

#anon #long post #this is almost 1.9k words long but it was fun to write LDKHLGKHFGKH #gossip girl #i know there's no dair i am so sorry about that #but honestly the way this was panning out i had to like #choose between dair & blairnessa #RIP #meta #?? #prompt #my writing #??? #gg rewrite

[hyperfixationtimego]

the three wingmen of thh; Leon (chaotic), Kyoto (lawful), and Hina (neutral)

Kyoto was 100% the reason Celeste is dating Junko, it’s canon now. She is extremely involved in seating for extracurricular activities (i.e. the tea parties), and commonly puts them together. She finds putting Taka and Mondo apart...helps them?? She has no idea why but if they’re seated far from each other, they are immediately cuddling once they leave the room.

Grey-hair and Blue-hair girls are dating, no I do not take criticism (grey hair has braids I think and protects a mob guy?? and blue hair is the mastermind ig, she has black glasses apparently) - queer eye anon

oh my god yes???

Leon and Chihiro were some very powerful masterminds behind ishimondo ngl 👀 like chihiro’s brainpower combined with kuwata’s sheer strength of will?? UNSTOPPABLE those gay bitches never stood a CHANCE

although to be fair, most of their plans DID involve using a digital lock and/or utilizing alter ego to somehow force them into an empty room and keep them locked in there until they finally confessed 💛

Leon ALSO wingmans for sayaka because they’re besties who hate each other ❤️ he’s constantly cracking jokes with her about how she should just text Mukuro that she wants to fuck, or jokingly advises her to use raunchy pick-up lines on Sakura. He’s come very close once or twice to just. Blurting out “HEY MUKURO! SAKURA! SAYAKA’S GOT A HUGE FUCKING CRUSH ON Y-” only to have the idol clamp a hand over his stupid dumbass mouth <3

it’s okay because sayaka absolutely gets her revenge when she has to wingman for him and makoto (the only reason she doesn’t completely fuck up kuwata’s chances and embarrass him is because she’s besties with Makoto, too, and knows the poor guy’s ALSO got it bad. There’s a lot of Sayaka (and literally everyone else too) having to deal with some gross oblivious loveydovey pining from these fucking dorks, so she gets her fill of teasing)

And Hina wingmanning for Sakura???? Bruh okay u have no IDEA how much serotonin platonic sakuraoi gives me simply because????? Them?????? They????? Love???????? I love them???

And basically Hina’s just the right amount of empathy/sympathy and logic!! Her main, go-to piece of advice is “just talk to them!” And - surprise - trusting her on this usually leads to having fun and making good memories with the object(s) of affection !!

She’s such a sweetheart??? And like yes ofc she doesn’t have an answer for everything, because her heart is just a lil bit bigger than her brain sometimes (ok but mood tho like no shame this is both kin and projecting) but she’s trying her best!!! As she always listens to whoever needs her at that moment and gives the best advice she can - which isn’t even limited to romantic situations!!! She’s one of the go-to students for when someone’s having, like, an everyday problem or feeling stressed because she’s so non-judgemental and soothing to be around!!!

It’s Hina appreciation hours 💛

Anyway, Kyoko-

she also (unfortunately) is forced to wingman for Makoto and Leon, which means a lot of listening to naegi ramble on about how cool and nice and interesting and pretty and blah blah blah kuwata is (don’t get Kirigiri wrong, she adores Leon, but a girl can only take so much, y’know?)

and requests for Makoto to simply......TELL LEON are almost ALWAYS refused because nope no way in hell absolutely not and so she’s like great I’m gonna go bang my head against a desk because I seriously cannot take the two of you anymore

eventually she (secretly) goes and talks to Leon, without betraying Makoto’s trust or disclosing any information she feels he would not be comfortable with, does her best to subtly hint at the fact that hey. koto’s got a crush. you should fucking ask him about it before I go completely insane. Leon doesn’t fully get the hint but does go talk to Makoto, which FINALLY prompts some goddamn CONVERSATION about it thank GOD

also sorry sorry not to ramble but I just????? an idea hit me like a gd truck and I need to talk about it because I love???? I love????? I love

sometime after all this, Kyoko gets inadvertently wrapped up in co-wingmanning with Makoto for Komaru and Toko/Jill. Except. Those three have no clue about the fact that there is any wingmanning going on.

so kyoko’s like “why are we doing this”

and makoto’s like “because she’s my sister and she’s in love and I want her to be happy!!!”

“Okay but shouldn’t they work this out on their own”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!!!”

“*Sigh.* Goddamnit.”

And then Leon eventually hears about it, as well, because of course makoto’s gonna talk abt it with his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he, and anyway kuwata’s like OH?? POG??? because he and Toko and he and Jill are friends!!!! So he’s like I’ll totally help omg Fukawa and Syo are gonna STOKED

(Makoto does not comment on the fact that Toko most likely will not, in fact, be stoked by the idea of kuwata meddling in her love life, but does at least advise his dear 0-braincell partner to be careful ❤️)

okay okay sorry I’m a simp for tokomaru and syomaru on main but anyway back to kyoko and seating charts-

YEAH ON GOD???

And poor Kirigiri already has trouble comprehending how social interaction works that this kinda shit just???? Completely breaks her?????

“Why.....do people.....react different.......like I will accommodate for it but.....I do not.....understand......”

does not fucking compute

(Also shhhhh don’t let Korekiyo know that there was something about human behavior Kirigiri didn’t understand because somehow they will materialize from the shadows to go on a softly excited special interest infodump ramble/lecture that lasts hours and hours)

But yeah???? Ironically enough, she’s honestly the only person from her class who’s able to, for the most part, figure out how Celestia’s mind works, and so she’s able to use that to her advantage when setting her up with Junko!!! (The thing with Celeste was that it sort of became a case to Kyoko!! Celeste was so Obviously different in her behavior and mannerisms than everyone else that Kirigiri basically ended up treating learning about her the same way she would treat trying to solve a crime or something similar!!)

For ishimondo she chalks it up to “absence makes the heart grow fonder???” she guesses????? seriously she has No Clue

also she doesn’t pick up on it but they DO give each other pining puppy dog eyes from across the room the whole goddamn time like they’re just [y e a r n]

And OKAY ANON???? HEY ANON????? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN JUICE???? HELLO???????

I. how is it possible to not know the games and yet,,,,,,,conjure up a concept so incredible????? Pekomugi,,,,,,,,,my g o d

Ok ok ok ok ok hold on hold on lemme gather my thoughts because holy fuck

FIRST OF ALL, Tsumugi is a GIANT nerd, so the thought of having a SWORD GF???? A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A SWORDSMAN???? HOLY FUCK?????? she can live out her wildest samurai anime fantasies,,,,,,,because she quite literally has a swordswoman girlfriend who would protect her with her sword oh my g o d

SECOND OF ALL, Tsumugi also????? fucking loves sitting in on Peko’s training sessions to watch her beautiful incredible wonderful darling partner spar??? and use badass techniques and strategies???? Literally Tsumugi is always blown away??

and she ALWAYS comes and barrels into Peko to give her a gigantic hug and shower her with kisses once training’s over!!!! And Peko doesn’t understand because

“I am hot and sweaty. I am currently very gross, why are you kissing me,”

“No!!! You’re stunning and perfect and charming!!!! You make me swoon!!! Oh, dear knight, hold me in your sweet embrace....”

meanwhile peko’s just like babe pls let me go take a shower

and okay final thing I promise, but....Peko is absolutely astonished by Tsumugi’s cosplay abilities???? Like with a lot of her works, Peko can hardly even believe that that’s her gd girlfriend????? Like sweet JESUS her datemate is damn good at makeup and disguising herself and whatnot

“cosplay is an art and you have perfected it,” like catch tsumugi fuckinf crying

#pekomugi.....anon ur MIND #dragged me down to rarepair hell but Y’know what it’s fine I’ve been here before #hell I’ve made my goddamn home here at this fucking point sndbsndbdbd #queer eye anon #queer eye au (danganronpa) #danganronpa #leon kuwata #Sayaka maizono #chihiro fujisaki #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #ogamikuzono #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #Sakura ogami #sakura oogami #Kyoko kirigiri #Komaru Naegi #toko fukawa #genocide Jill #celestia ludenberg #junko enoshima #peko pekoyama #tsumugi shirogane #makuwata #tokomaru #syomaru #ishimondo #celeshima

[trensu]

Episode 27: The One where I Want to Punch Basically Every Sect Leader in the Face. Repeatedly. With a Chair.

And we start off back in the rain, AKA OUR ENDLESS TEARS

Wwx is like, do you remember our promise?

And lwj flashbacks TO THEIR LANTERN SCENE FROM THE ONE WHERE LWJ FINALLY SEES THE LIGHT

WE GET TO SEE LWJ’S PRECIOUS BABY FACE AS HE FALLS HEAD OVER HEELS IN THAT FLASHBACK

IT HURTS SO GOOD

Wwx: i wished to stand with justice and live without regrets. But tell me now, who’s strong, who’s weaker? Who’s right and who’s wrong?

Lwj: wei ying! 

Oh god, his voice! HE’S DISTRESSED

Wwx: is this the promise we pledged our lives to keep?

THEY BOTH LOOK SO HEARTBROKEN RN

Oh, look, lwj is doing the deathgrip of gay yearning on bichen again. We haven’t seen that in awhile AND I WISH WE WEREN’T SEEING IT NOW

Okay, but for real, how can lwj look so hurt here when the actor is literally doing nothing with his face??

I know i’ve mentioned that before, BUT C’MON, HOW?? HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK??

Wwx: my only regret is that i didn’t stop the jin clan who took living people as bait

I REGRET YOU NOT TAKING DOWN THE JIN CLAN TOO

WE COULD’VE AVOIDED SO MANY PROBLEMS IF WE’D JUST KILL OFF 90% OF THAT CLAN, OMG

And now wwx is all, i missed my chance to protect wen ning before so now i MUST leave to save him

BC WWX IS THE BEST MOST HONORABLE PERSON IN THE WORLD

Oh no

Oh noooo

He’s pulling out his demon flute. We’re gonna get THAT SCENE

Wwx: lan zhan, if i finally have to fight them, i’d prefer to fight with you

Wwx: if i am doomed to die, at least i can be killed by you. That would be worth it.

HE SAYS THAT BC HE TRUSTS VIRTUOUS LWJ TO STOP HIM IF HE REALLY IS IN THE WRONG

AND I AM SCREAMING IN PAIN RN

BC LOOK AT LWJ’S FACE

HE’S LISTENING TO HIS SOULMATE TELL HIM THAT HE WANTS HIS DEATH TO BE AT HIS HAND

Oh god, he’s doing the bichen deathgrip again

He tears his gaze away from wwx and turns to the side TO LET THEM ALL GO PAST

EYES LOWERED AS HIS HEART BREAKS INTO A MILLION PIECES

HE’S CRYING OH GOD HE’S CRYING

THERE ARE TEARS GOING DOWN HIS FACE, OH GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

HE DIDN’T EVEN CRY WHEN HIS HOME GOT BURNED AND HIS FAMILY WAS MISSING AND/OR DYING

And now he drops his umbrella to the ground AS HE TRIES TO DROWN HIMSELF IN THE RAIN

*HYSTERICAL SOBBING*

THEY PACKED ALL THAT HEARTBREAK INTO THE FIRST 6MIN OF THE EPISODE, WTF, SOMEBODY STAB ME

And after all that emotional torture we get Plot Stuff happening

Blah blah wwx at the burial mounds blah blah sect leader banquet blah blah

Ugh, gross, they’re letting the idiot sect leaders talk again

They’re all blah blah wwx is evil blah blah he murders ppl blah blah we hate him blah blah

SHUT UP YOU BUNCH OF WALKING HUMAN-RIGHTS-VIOLATIONS

This whole part here is so difficult to watch. They’re literally just trash-talking my PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY

Jc, lwj, and lxc look visibly uncomfortable with what’s going down and they kind of sort of tried to defend wwx but they didn’t present a united front or hold their ground

Instead they let yao and ouyang run their stupid mouths

Anyway

Here’s little itty bitty bits of almost wangxiantics in the middle of this mess

Jgs: yeah, jc, i know wwx is your trusted bro and all but idk if wwx actually respects your authority. Do something about it, maybe

Lwj: *subtly glares at jgs*

And then everyone joins in on dragging wwx’s name through the mud bc apparently that’s the hot new thing in the cultivator world

If you look closely while this is happening, you can see that lwj legit GRINDS HIS TEETH with how much he’s holding back. MY POOR BB HAVING TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO EVERYONE DISPARAGE HIS SOULMATE

Jgs: wwx totally doesn’t respect you, jc, my bro. Everyone here heard him say how much he thinks you suck or whatever

Lwj: No I didn’t.

OOOOH, LWJ IS ANGRY AS HELL

HE’S OUTRIGHT GLARING AT JGS 

Jgs: what??

Lwj: i never heard wei ying say that, nor did i see him disrespect clan leader jiang

HANGUANG-JUN I LOVE YOU, LOOK AT YOU DEFENDING THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU 

And ugh, disgusting, jgy steps in to be all “oh, well, wwx said so many awful things that day, who can possibly remember the specifics?”

Lwj visibly swallows here, as if he’s choking back a response, and his lips are all pursed. 

HE’S FURIOUS. HE’S ROILING WITH IMPOTENT ANGER, WHICH IS THE WORST KIND OF ANGER, TBH

That’s all the wangxiantics we get from that terrible awful sect leader banquet

THOSE SECT LEADERS NEED TO GET PUNCHED IN THE FACE

LIKE, A LOT

WITH A CHAIR

OR A TABLE

YOU KNOW WHAT, LET ME JUST TAKE BICHEN AND BEAT THEM ALL WITH IT

OR BETTER, YET, I’LL USE BAXIA. I WON’T EVEN CUT THEM UP. I’LL JUST BEAT THEM WITH THE BROAD PART

*ANGRY YELLING*

Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute! 

This isn’t a wangxiantic

But it is an EPIC MOMENT that should be commemorated.

Because here we get…

*drum roll*

MIANMIAN BEING A BOSS

Jz: blah blah wwx kills our people indiscriminately blah blah

Mm: not indiscriminately

Mm: indiscriminate is not accurate

And everyone around her is like, confused and offended because they’re assholes

Mm: in this specific case, if the overseers did abuse the Wen prisoners and kill wen ning, then what wwx did was not “killing indiscriminately”

Ouyang: nah, the overseers said they never abused/killed anyone

Mm: OF COURSE THEY’D FUCKING SAY THAT. THEY DON’T WANT TO FACE PUNISHMENT, YOU IDIOT

(okay, she didn’t call him an idiot outright or swear, but it was totally there in her tone of voice and also ouyang is an idiot so there)

Mm: you all think you’re so smart and voice your opinions so loudly

Mm: I SECEDE FROM THIS BULLSHIT. FUCK THE JIN CLAN AND YOUR STUPID CLAN POLITICS

And she throws down her jin robes and mARCHES RIGHT OUT OF THAT SHITHOLE WITH HER HEAD HELD HIGH

MIANMIAN PLEASE MARRY ME

Lwj watches her do that and two seconds later follows her out bC HE RECOGNIZES BADASSERY WHEN HE SEES IT (and also she defended the love of his life)

And that badass moment ends

But the banquet of idiots keeps going

The jin clan needs to learn how to shut the fuck up

God, they just go on and on and on

Why are they torturing me like this

OH WAIT, WE’RE OUTSIDE THE BANQUET HALL NOW

We see lwj and mm standing together on a terrace, talking to each other

BUT WE DON’T GET TO HEAR WHAT THEY SAY TO EACH OTHER AND THAT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY

WHAT DID THEY SAY

TELL MEEEEEEE

Oh, side note to let you all know this direct quote from nmj - “that girl really has a backbone.”

Okay nmj, i’m slightly less angry at you now. I won’t try to beat you with bichen or a table or a chair.

(but now i kinda wish mm would join the nie clan. I think she’d do well there and also i want to see her carry a gigantic saber)

We get some chitchat with the Official Bros™ but idc let’s move on 

(tho i do appreciate the look nmj gives jgy, like, HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME lolol)

Ooooh, now we’re getting lan fam time

ANGRY lan fam time, uh oh.

Lqr: lwj, have you regretted it? I didn’t punish you when you broke into the Forbidden Chamber bc i thought you’d self-reflect 

Lqr: you shouldn’t have gone to qiongqi way and let wwx go. Should you make one mistake after another?

And lwj is kneeling in front of him this whole time with a blank face

Lqr: what’s the use of getting you to memorize the Great Big Book of Lan Fam Rules?? Tell me, what is rule 52?

Lwj: No association with evil

He answers immediately and without any inflection to his voice.

Lqr: did you forget what happened to your father???

AND WE FINALLY GET A REACTION HERE

Lwj practically gasps and lifts his gaze to meet his uncle head-on

Lwj: my mother, she…!

Lqr: hold your tongue!

And just like that, lwj shuts down again; expression flat and gaze lowered

GOD, THIS CLAN HAS HURT HIM SO MUCH THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE

I MEAN, THEY MUST’VE, FOR HIM TO BE ABLE TO JUST DISCONNECT LIKE THAT

THAT IS NOT THE BEHAVIOR OF A NORMAL WELL-ADJUSTED PERSON

Basically the entire lan clan needs to go to therapy, like, STAT

Oh, i just noticed, lwj has his fists clenched at his sides. He’s clenching them hard, too. I think they’re trembling a bit, actually…

Lqr: i’ve been taking care of you since you were a kid; you’re like my son.i was strict bc i wanted you to stick to the right path and avoid your father’s tragedy

Lqr: that’s what i wanted to say to you. I hope you choose the right path. You may leave.

Lwj still bows respectfully before taking his leave

And i’m sure y’all are wondering, hey trensu, why did you make us endure that angry lan fam time that hurt us deep in our soul?? That wasn’t wangxiantic at all!

That’s where you're wrong, my friends!

It’s actually SUPER wangxiantic bc lqr kept drawing parallels to lwj’s dad the practically whole time

You know, the dad that married their mother who murdered some guy and had the whole world turn against her. 

(Sound familiar?)

The same mother that dad loved with his entire being and did what he could to keep her safe from the ramifications of her actions? By marrying her? And hiding her in the cloud recesses?

YEAH, HE’S EQUATING WANGXIAN WITH LWJ’S PARENTS’ TRAGIC ROMANCE

Bc, you know, that’s a totally hetero comparison to make lol

Oh, now we get to see our favorite Disaster Het be less of a disaster

We’re not going into detail here bc we’re not here for hetero shenanigans, yuck (actually, i’m apparently weak to Pining Idiots of all kinds bc this whole jzx/jyl scene is giving me tender feelings)

BUT

I do want to add that OMG FOR REAL LWJ AND JZX HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON WHEN IT COMES TO THEIR LOVE LIVES, IT’S FANTASTIC

I NEED 10 MILLION FICS OF THEM COMMISERATING OVER THEIR SHARED DISASTER-NESS

Also, how the HELL did jzx end up being the one who was able to express his intentions clearly? He was all “please don’t go to the burial mounds, stay here with me so i can protect you from all who would want to hurt you”

DAMN IT LWJ, IF YOU’D JUST SAY THAT TO WWX, HE’S UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON. 

YOU CAN’T JUST BE ALL “COME TO GUSU” WITH NO EXPLANATION

Jzx accomplished this before you did, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED.

Huh, okay, i guess i did go into a bit of detail with that hetero nonsense. Oh well.

Now we’re at the burial mounds again with wwx

AND WE SEE A-YUAN PROPERLY FOR THE FIRST TIMEEEEE!!

ANY A-YUAN MOMENT IS BY DEFAULT A WANGXIANTIC, GUYS, TRUST ME.

AAHHHH, WE SEE A-YUAN DO THAT LEG-GRABBY THING HE DOES!!!

HE’S SO CUTE. TOO ADORABLE.

I LOVE YOU A-YUAN

Lol, wwx is all if you don’t let go i’ll plant you like a turnip

And a-yuan plops himself down in the dirt like YOUR THREATS DON’T WORK ON ME, OLD MAN, I LIKE BEING IN THE DIRT

Then he asks wwx for 3 elder brothers and 2 elder sisters, awwww. He thinks wwx can grow them in the garden (like cabbage patch kids!!!)

Plot stuff happens

Blah blah wwx and wq share moment blah blah jc shows up blah blah

Lol

Jc sees that glowing talisman door thing and is like THAT SIGN WON’T STOP ME BC I CAN’T READ

And then whips it down with zidian

Now we get some feelings-laden Yunmeng bros time

A-yuan shows up and leg-grabs jc and it’s ADORABLE

But jc yells at him bc he’s a JERK

Wwx scolds jc and then is a Dad to a-yuan: don’t put your hand in your mouth, you were just touching dirt!

Awww, we get to see jc fight back a smile at this! HE WANTS TO BE AN UNCLE, I JUST KNOW IT.

Plot plot plot stuff happens

More plot stuff happens

And the episode ends with us still in the burial mounds with the yunmeng bros

And you know what, i’m just gonna focus on our BAMF mianmian moment bc quite frankly the rest of the episode either had me in tears of anguish or spitting mad. There was no inbetween. 

I’m gonna end up having blood pressure problems at this rate.

I’m too poor young to have blood pressure problems.

The Jin clan better pay for any medical bills I get because of them, I'm just saying

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql

[smores100]

Yes, 100% agree with everything you said and your tags in that post about wtfock being like a group project patched together by 10 people trying to make it unique but still retain elements of the original. At this point I’m honestly just feel like I’m along for the ride and it’s not necessarily a good one but I’m here for it lmao. The two willems’ chemistry is holding the whole thing together for me. The cast is doing a great job. It’s just the writing that’s so frustrating and inconsistent.

It’s also frustrating because I feel like some of their ideas were good and had potential — I like the setting of the trip they went on, I love the whole art school thing, and I loved Noor so much and was really hoping they’d have Robbe open up to her. The flat share dynamic is so fucking cute, and I thought the buildup to the pool scene was also beautiful. It just makes me sad that they’ve gone so wrong with the drama. Idk why they packed so much shit in in such little time :( disappointing

exactly! i pretty much agree with all of this. the situation is so frustrating bc it’s not all 100% bad ideas, it would’ve been much easier to say it sucks and dismiss it completely if it was. but that’s not the case, there was some real potential here!

there have been some good ideas executed well - the flastshare ‘found family’ dynamic, for example, is the highlight of the season imo; the willems are believable to me as teens, their (great!) chemistry is what made the robbe/sander relationship seem less underdeveloped than it was, and when they’re allowed to be cute and loving with each other, they SHINE (this latest clip, for example). 

there have also been some good ideas executed badly tho - the week at the beach??? i will never understand why they waited TWO WHOLE EPS to introduce sander, the character who’s basically the catalyst for s3′s storyline - it made the first two eps feel repetitive and slow, it messed up the pacing of the whole first half of the season (first slow, then fast af when packing so much sander content all at once), it cut out one of the best things about the evak development (the slow burn! isak seeing him for the first time, the nerves when he talks to him a few days later, seeing him around school and the lowkey stalking him trying to find out everything about him and becoming even more enamoured, *more* nerves when he asks him over to his place and they spend all afternoon together getting to know each other….ahhh, lovely), and it made their relationship feel underdeveloped and rushed (an almost kiss after 6 days of knowing each other in which they interacted twice, kissing naked in a pool after a week and a half…..etc etc. realistic? maybe. good storytelling? less so). which brings me back to the week at the beach - they took away two weeks of sander, ok, at least make up for it by featuring him A LOT during that week at the beach??? use that week to focus on robbe and sander making eyes at each other, getting to know each other, talking, hanging out, listening to music….unlike all the other evaks they were on vacation TOGETHER, they were in the SAME PLACE together, it was such a ROMANTIC setting, the opportunity was RIGHT THERE. but instead that whole week was sander/britt and robbe/noor nonstop, with a bit of sad pining on top. which speaking of noor!!! yeah, the way she was introduced seemed like she could be one of the better emmas, i’ve seen people say they loved how they built up their relationship and the development they got, and like…..what a waste that ended up being?? if he’d ended up coming out to her and they’d become friends (since his own friends were being blah), then ok, i get giving them all this focus. but that didn’t happen. she ended up being like every other emma, confronting him about being gay and telling him to get out of the closet. so why did we spend so much time on her and robbe??? was it really that important to show them making out numerous times, even trying to go all the way twice….?? being gay and fighting your true self is sad, we get it, we got it watching og s3 without seeing isak force himself to make out with emma numerous times (and without lashing out at even accusing him of taking advantage of him and calling him a slur….and without watching him and even get gay bashed….and without one of his friends being homophobic to him when he came out….).

……i’m rambling. but basically, this could’ve been a good season, if only the writing was (much) better; if the writers concentrated and followed up on their original additions to the season instead of trying to stay with og’s timeline and follow its plot; and if the writers cared more about telling a good, hopeful story than they did about doubling down on the drama. s3 had enough drama without all this extra stuff, it didn’t need more! there needs to be a good balance b/w angst and fluff, and wtfock just didn’t have that this season. and again, it’s not *all* bad, and i do get why so many people are going gaga over robbe/sander - they’re pretty together, they have great chemistry and ust, and they’re super cute and fluffy with each other! but the writing, man…..i just can’t ignore it? if this were any other show, i probably could, lord knows i’ve watched (and still do tbh) shitty shows just for that one cute couple i loved and believed deserved the best. but it’s not just any other show, it’s skam, and og s3 was SO MUCH MORE than just a love story b/w two guys. there were so many layers, so much depth and symbolism and big themes throughout the season, the cause and effect and how everything that happened was important and everything was connected and had a big effect on isak’s story (e.g. the isak and sana friendship - apparently some people think robbe’s and yasmina’s friendship is better bc it wasn’t based on the weed plot? which is….listen, they’re hella sweet together and it’d have been nice to have seen her more this season, but *none* of the remakes have managed to fully recreate this friendship, bc *all* of them have failed to understand what was so great about it - i could write an essay on this, honestly). ANYWAY, my point is - i get why people are loving robbe/sander, they’re cute and sweet. but the writing hasn’t done them any favors (in fact it’s done more wrong by them than right and it’s really the willems holding all of this together, so good job boys!), and even if it’s all perfection from now until the end, it just feels like too little too late for me, like, the damage has already been done. i’m keeping up with it bc i’m curious to see how it ends, but it’s not what i was expecting and i’m disappointed. and to each their own ofc, but i can’t say i’m not baffled when i see people saying they like robbe/sander better than evak or how this season is much better than og s3. i just don’t see it??? especially the latter (the former is more of a personal preference, i suppose? but like i said, the writing for evak >>>>> the writing for them, so), which is to me one of the best seasons of tv EVER. it’s literally flawless. there’s not a single thing i would change about it (force me and i might change a couple of things, but nothing *too* major). but again, to each their own! 🤷‍♀️ just don’t disrespect the og when praising your favorite remake, and i’m good, idc. it’s when i see people disrespecting/belittling/diminishing etc etc og that i get into Fighting Mode, otherwise agree to disagree!

#phallusophical #replies #this is ridiculously long i'm sorry #i'm probably just repeating myself #but i was feeling frustrated and annoyed about stuff and then this happened #wish i could've gotten into this season #i wanted to after druck ended and rip nl gone too soon #but i just don't get the hype? #i tried but the bad outweighs the good for me so....i'll stick with og *shrugs* #ok that's enough i'm done bye #wonder if i'm gonna get blocked again for this hmmm #wtfock

[wroughtbetwixtfanfic]

Wheels Set In Motion, Ch 3.

Fandom: The Society.

Summary: As the situation in New Ham takes a dark, mysterious turn, Campbell is faced with a threat he never saw coming. With few allies and the past coming back to haunt him, he is forced to deal with a world that is crumbling fast, and choices with grim consequences.

Rating: Explicit.

Tags: Minor Character Death, Canon Divergence, Mental Health Issues, Addiction Recovery, Unhealthy Relationships, Teen Pregnancy, Past Rape/Non-con, Campbell Isn’t The Dad, Brother Feels, Attempted Murder, Supernatural Elements, Gay Sex, Resolved Sexual Tension, Campbell has mild ASPD and is actively trying to not be awful

Word Count: 7613

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || AO3

The house felt empty.

Campbell went about his life, because he didn't know what else to do. Elle kept to herself, going to work and coming home. Rinse and repeat. It felt like the same fucking song and dance they'd been through before-- come together, pull apart, come together, pull apart, like some sadomasochistic ocean tide. She did her own thing, and Campbell focused on work and Sam and Harry, because it kept Campbell from getting destructive.

Sometimes, they would sit together at mealtimes, or mull about the same part of the house. Someone would crack a joke, or hum one of their favorite songs, and just for a second they would forget. They would smile at each other, and Campbell felt that little flicker of affection, but then Elle's face would fall and she would look away. He still saved the little mini candy bars out of the rations he got, and left them on her nightstand. If he noticed her laundry stacking up, he'd wash them while she was at work and fold them neatly. Campbell knew there was some deeper feeling on the other side of the bomb shelter door that was his heart, but what could he do, besides what he was doing? It would have been easy to be angry, but Campbell didn't have the energy to spend on that, or on pining after Elle like some lovesick child. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but in the end there wasn't anything he could do to convince her. Even if there was, he didn't want to. She needed to decide for herself what she believed, and where she wanted to be. It was like seeing a houseplant dying. He could try and water it. He could give it sunlight, and talk sweetly to it. But at the end of the day, if the roots were rotted out, he couldn't save it. All he could do was mourn the loss. Harry, on the other hand, was still there. Harry needed him. Campbell was mopping a hallway when he heard a commotion from the next room, where Harry was working. The two week break had ended. Harry was back to work. He was making an effort, but Campbell could tell that he was still run down. Tired. And, well, they all were tired. But Harry was the kind of tired that a good night of sleep couldn't fix. Campbell saw that look in a few people's eyes. No one talked about it, but it was there. It was there a lot more often, lately. A few people were less than sympathetic. "That's against the rules," a redhead was snapping at Harry. "No shift-shirking. I'll tell the guard." Harry was standing there, head bowed as he curled in on himself. "And you wonder why no one liked you in school." "I know that you used to strut around like you owned the place, but what exactly makes you think you're so special now?" "Nothing." The redhead, someone Campbell knew from a few classes over the years, stomped out of the room and past Campbell. Gretchen. Not usually a cruel person, but he made a note in his head to let Allie know about Gretchen's tendency to text her girlfriend when she was supposed to be working. Just in case. Harry managed to slink his way out into the hall, once no one was looking. "I've only been working three days," he mumbled. Campbell could see that Harry's hands had little cracks in the skin. "I never knew I was this weak." "You're not weak. It's just cold, and your skin is dry. C'mon. Follow me." They ended up at a little room where Campbell had stashed some health care supplies. Band aids, ointment, alcohol wipes. Harry watched as Campbell took his hand and gently cleaned up the abrasions. "That's not what I meant. It's.... I want to work. I do. But I wake up, and I feel so heavy. Every move takes so much effort. It hurts." Campbell slowly massaged Neosporin into the cracks, frowning, and then wrapped the wounds in a loose bandage. "Yeah, buddy. Depression is like that. It sucks." "I used to see kids online or in movies and I'd think, wow, just pull yourself together. But how? How do you do it when all you want to do is sleep?" "Get help, usually." "You're the only help I have." "That's frightening." Harry rested his other hand on top of Campbell's own. He sounded angry when he spoke, but his gaze was soft. "It's not frightening to me," he said. "I want you to know that. I don't care what other people say." His hands were warm. Campbell stared down at them, counting off the days in his head since he'd last felt meaningful touch. Eighteen days. Not long, really, but he'd gone most of his life without it and he'd just started to think that maybe it was something good. Something he needed, after all. To be without it again made him more uncomfortable than he thought it would. Still. He didn't want to, he couldn't, give up on Elle yet. "You say that now, but wait until you end up with a foot sewn onto your hand or something." Before Harry could reply, Campbell pulled away and went back to work. The next day was Sunday, and Sunday was-- officially, by Allie's rules-- mandatory community meeting day. Campbell tried to act like he was paying attention, but Helena was going on and on about improv classes, football, and family shit. Blah. Allie came up on stage and that was slightly more interesting. Thanksgiving on Thursday the 22nd, bring recipes to Will for ingredients if people wanted to cook something to bring to the community dinner. "Next," Allie announced, "we have an update from the Committee on Resources." A voice rose up from the audience. Lexie. "What about the Committee on Going Home?" "Gordie and Bean promised me a report by Thursday." "Are we going home?" "Not before Thursday." Campbell could see Lexie's face from his position in the pews. Her eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched, as other kids in the crowd giggled. She was embarrassed. Angry. A bad movie on Allie's part, mocking people when her leadership was already in a precarious position. Luckily, Will got up there fast and began to explain the results of the food audit. It was the last sentence in his report that drew an audible gasp from those gathered. "We'll start to run low by next summer." "So we're all going to fucking starve?" another person called out. "Not if we prepare now." Will gave the crowd a confident, assured smile. It was tight around the edges, and it didn't reach his eyes, but he was trying. "We knew this was going to happen. We have time to find solutions. Grizz has come up with a plan that will help us. Grizz?" Grizz froze, but then joined Will on the stage. Compared to Will, he was stiff and awkward, but at least he managed to not throw up. "Uh..." He cleared his throat. "We're gonna start looking into options for gardening and farming. There's been a few options suggested that we're exploring." Grizz glanced at Campbell. So, they had listened to Campbell's suggestion after all, but decided not to do shit about it yet. "And after Thanksgiving, I'm going to lead a search party to look for alternative food supplies." "Does he not remember what happened last time?" Harry wondered, a little too loudly. "Emily died from a fucking snake bite." Ignoring the unsettled buzzing in the room, Grizz continued. "If anyone wants to join me, I'm looking for four or five volunteers to come along with me. We all know what happened to Emily. This time will be different. We know what to expect now, and we can better defend ourselves." Lexie, apparently, wasn't done with Allie and Company yet. "Even if this all works out, who's gonna work the land?" "We will," Allie spoke up. "All of us. Some of us already know how. They can teach us what they know, and the rest, we'll learn from books. Just like how we learned to do everything else around here. What other choice do we have?" No choice. They all knew that was true, even if no one wanted to admit it. Helena had been right, earlier, during her big long speech-- they were trapped. What else could they do, except fight to survive? Campbell sighed, standing up to leave when the crowd was dismissed for the day. He'd made it a few paces when he realized he was alone. Going back, he nudged Harry a bit with his elbow. "Hey. Earth to Harry." "We're just kids." He was staring down at his hand, running his fingers over the bandages. "How are we supposed to handle all of this, alone?" "Kids a lot younger than us have been figuring this shit out for eons. We can do it." Harry sat for a little bit longer, then pushed himself to his feet and trudged after Campbell. Elle got home not long after they did. Instead of going up to her room like she usually did, she lingered around the living room while Campbell tidied up. "Do you have any plans?" she asked. "I thought maybe we could go to movie night." Campbell blinked at the sudden offer. Elle was looking at him with some measure of expectation in her eyes; maybe she'd decided to believe him, after all. "Sure. I'd like that, if you want to go." And it was as easy as that. Harry stayed home, giving Campbell a nod of encouragement as they headed out the door. They went to the movie, got popcorn, and laughed and leaned on each other like a normal couple. Campbell tried to ignore the tone of the movie. 500 Days of Summer wasn't exactly the most cheerful of RomComs. He tried even harder to ignore the niggling feeling in the back of his head that something was wrong. Again. Like always. It was a sudden thought in his head. This isn't normal. How was it healthy, for him to constantly be wondering what was going on? How was it healthy for Elle, if she felt like she had to pretend all the time that things were fine? Maybe they would have stood a chance back home, outside of the rat cage they were in now, or maybe if Cassandra hadn't died. But here? In the new world? Maybe they were just fooling themselves. Elle must have picked up on his mood. On the way home, she slowed down a bit and took his hand. "I know the last few weeks have been crap. But I've missed you. If you say you weren't involved, I believe you." "You don't have to pretend," Campbell replied. "It's okay." "But it's too hard to live like this. I just want us to go back to normal." "It just doesn't really feel that way, Elle. I don't know. I get that it's terrifying, but I'm innocent and I'm gonna find some way to prove it. If you want to keep your distance until then, I'll understand." "I don't want to. Why don't we try and patch things up over Thanksgiving?" Elle asked, curling her arms around his waist and peering up at him with an adoring expression Campbell couldn't resist. "We could stay home, just you and me. I'm sure Allie won't mind." Campbell buried his face in Elle's hair. He slid one hand behind her head and rested the other one her hip, and breathed her in. The breeze was cold, and carried a hint of woodsmoke. He memorized the way she fit in his hands, before kissing her forehead and letting go. "Sure. If that's what you want." Allie was sitting out on her porch the next day, drinking tea and staring off into the woods. No one else was around. Odd for her. She barely seemed to notice Campbell approaching, but then he stepped through the scattering of crunchy leaves on the walkway, and she snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in. "Hey, cousin. How are you?" "I was just..." Allie glanced back at the woods, then shook her head. "You shouldn't be here. It's not exactly Campbell-friendly right now." "You too, huh?" "It doesn't seem your style, but I guess we never really know anyone." Campbell turned his eyes to the trees for a moment, too, thinking. "Be careful with Lexie. I just thought I should let you know that she's not someone you wanna piss off. She's popular, and a lot of girls who hate you like her." "Noted." "I'm serious, Allie." "Fine. I'll keep an eye on her. What do you want?" Shrugging, Campbell kicked at the leaves. "Elle wants to have dinner at home on Thanksgiving. Just the two of us. Can we do that?" "Elle wants to stay home?" "Surprised me, too. So? Can we get a free pass?" Allie looked him up and down. She looked away and chewed on her thumb, jiggling her leg as she considered. "Might be better if you do. Until we can figure out what to do about you and Becca, it's only going to piss people off to see you." "Is that something that can be resolved?" "I think so. But you know that if she's right about what she said and it was you, there's no way in hell I'm just letting you go again." "Fair enough." "I'll let Will know you're staying home. Have Elle give him the list of what you guys need, and we'll make sure it's ready for pick-up the night before." "Thanks, Allie." "Campbell?" Allie called after him. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. Allie pulled her jacket in tighter around herself. "You told Cassandra everything. Everything. She wouldn't have just let you walk away, if it'd been you." "Maybe. Whatever keeps you from throwing me into the fucking wine cellar." "Sometimes I think I still see her. Out of the corner of my eye." It was just blurted out, like some sort of terrible secret. Campbell paused, then kept going without responding. Same, he wanted to say, but what good did it do to dwell on memories or hallucinations or imprints left behind? There was nothing he could say that would give Allie the comfort she needed, or soothe the pain left behind by Cassandra's death. Better to say nothing at all. Besides, the dead were dead. The living had plenty to worry about. Campbell was in the middle of his work shift the day before Thanksgiving when Sam showed up, deep creases on his forehead and a jittery, restless energy around him. At first, Campbell wondered if Sam had shown up to see one of his friends-- he and Gretchen had been part of the school LGBT Alliance group-- but he headed right at Campbell with the same look he'd had when they'd first arrived in the new world. Something a few paces beyond worry. "Can we talk?" Sam asked, signing only. "Somewhere private?" Campbell nodded and followed Sam outside the main work area, where no one would easily see them. "What's wrong?" he signed back. "You look like Queer Eye got cancelled." Sam tried to laugh, but broke into tears instead. "Becca's pregnant." Fuck. Campbell moved closer, inviting contact; Sam immediately mushed himself against Campbell. Sam was whimpering something, but like hell if Campbell understood it. Pregnant. Becca was pregnant. Campbell's first reaction was almost something like victory-- a baby meant blood, blood meant a blood test, blood test meant potential vindication. He shoved that thought aside and focused on what his real reaction should be. Was Becca healthy? Was she getting vitamins? How would they manage complications? Hell, who was going to help her give birth? It wasn't something anyone could do on their own. And if anything happened to Becca, Sam... "I don't know," Sam continued. "I found out prom night, and then everything happened and I thought we had time to figure things out. But Kelly found out, and other people will soon, too, and I just... I don't know what to do." "What do you mean?" Sam hesitated. Oh, there was more to the story. He let out a long, slow exhale, his hands shaking when he answered. "We agreed to tell people I'm the father." "You?" Campbell thought over it. Becca and Sam were best friends. Sure, people could ask questions, but people did weird stuff all the time. People sometimes dabbled, and after all, bisexual people existed. Who was to say? Plus it was a softer story. Unfortunately, there was one big flaw. "Will people go for it, considering what people overheard at Halloween?" "We're not kids anymore. I've learned how to lie." "Well, then. Why are you worrying?" When Sam didn't answer, Campbell ran the situation over in his head until he found the puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. Okay, so there were two big flaws. "Something happened with Grizz." "He came to the library and tried to flirt with me in BSL, and I said I'd teach him ASL." Campbell tried to bite back a smirk. "How about that." "It's not going to be funny when he wants nothing to do with a teen dad!" "It'll be less funny if he hears it from someone else first. Tell him a good story, Sam. You experimented with her nine months ago, the condom broke, and you just want to be honest with him. Reasonable, right?" "Is it really that easy?" "Cross my heart." Sam studied Campbell's face. Whatever he was going to say, the ping of both of their phones going off at the same time cut him off. Community alert. "Time for the first group to pick up their food rations," he said, sighing. He glanced up from his phone. "Are you sure you don't want to come to Thanksgiving dinner?" "I feel like this dinner is kinda the last shot between me and Elle," Campbell admitted. "But I'm sure you know about those rumors, too." "Not really. I try not to listen." Campbell groaned while Sam chuckled quietly. "Seriously, funny guy, if you're set on the idea then maybe you could stop by after. We can eat walnuts out of the can and throw darts at a picture of dad." Sam rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smile on his face. "A real family holiday." He rested his hand on Campbell's shoulder before he left. "Good luck, Campbell." "You, too. Go get 'im." Harry approached as Sam left, watching him walk away. "What was that about?" "It's nothing," Campbell muttered. Harry looked over at him and raised both eyebrows. Campbell let out a tiny growl. "Fine. It was just boyfriend troubles." "And he said something about Elle." "What, you can read ASL now?" "I thought you'd have been more concerned about the fact I was spying on you." Campbell shoved the broom he was using to the ground, giving it a kick for good measure. "Everything's going to hell, okay? The last thing I needed was this shit with Becca, but I can't even be mad about that because it's not like it's my life at stake or anything. Still, now things with Elle are fucked up. They've been fucked up for a while. I just don't see how we can bounce back from this when she doesn't trust me. Shitty Thanksgiving food isn't gonna fix anything." "No." Harry stepped into Campbell's line of fire, resting one hand on his cheek. "Hey. Breathe, okay? What's going on with Becca?" "Like you don't know." "I've been sleeping eighteen hours a day. I don't know anything." Campbell leaned into Harry's touch. The whole story came spilling out in one go, and Harry's eyes went wide. "I promised I wouldn't say anything," Campbell finished. "But I'm guessing she thinks it was me, and told Elle. Who fucking knows." "Jesus fucking Christ. I had no idea. I never heard anything about it." "No one bragged about it around school, either." "That's scary shit. Poor Becca. Why is this coming up now, though?" "Becca..." Trailing off, Campbell shook his head. Sam shouldn't have told Campbell in the first place, but Campbell sure as hell didn't have the right to pass the news along. It wasn't his secret to tell. "I guess it all got to be too much to keep to herself." "I guess. Damn. And Elle?" "You can't tell me you haven't noticed how she's been acting." "I have, but I guess I just... I was hoping it would blow over." "Either it'll work out or it won't. That's just the truth of it." Harry brushed Campbell's cheek with his thumb, then pulled back and picked up the fallen broom. He handed it to Campbell. "Look. I'll go to the Thanksgiving dinner with everyone else so you can have the house to yourselves. Have a nice night. Relax. Be your charming, vaguely exasperating self. Things will work out eventually." What answer could Campbell give? He managed to mumble a thank you, took the broom, and kept working. Campbell had always known that his life would be different than it would be for people who weren't like him. In a lot of ways, he was still lucky. He'd had a roof over his head and access to resources a lot of people didn't have. He'd had some sort of support structure, and managed to pull himself out of the dirt enough to work towards some sort of recover. Some sort of normal. But he wasn't like everyone else. His biology and brain chemistry had seen to that, and he knew it was going to be a lifelong struggle to maintain a balance between what felt natural to him and what he knew society demanded. Maybe losing Elle was the price for getting Sam back, for making a friend in Grizz. When one door opens, some other door closes. Campbell knew it was the ASPD telling him that it was already over, time to brace for impact and be ready to move on when the fatal blow came, but it felt so real. So true. Elle had already been through enough. Her mouth said she wanted to keep trying, but he could see it in her eyes that the time of death had already been called. They just didn't know when it was, yet. But... One more try. One more chance. Thanksgiving morning, they went to the cafeteria to pick up their take-home rations. It was as fancy as it got, these days-- boxed stuffing, instant mashed potatoes with instant gravy, a can of cranberry sauce, and a turkey. Elle sneaked away with a small bundle of goods wrapped in plastic grocery bags. Mysterious, but Campbell wasn't about to pry. When they got home, Campbell tried to help unpack the food, but Elle swatted his hand away from the bags. "Can you get the bowl?" Campbell snagged the mixing bowl Elle had gestured to and handed it to her; Elle was busying herself with the food, and didn't even look at him. "This makes me happy," he said, trying to start some sort of conversation. "Our first Thanksgiving together." "Good." When he went to open something for her, Elle put her hand on his chest. "It's gonna take me a few hours, so I need you to get out of the kitchen." "Oh. I thought..." "It's okay. Go amuse yourself. Go and take a nap." The casual tone to Elle's voice didn't really do much to mask the dismissal. Maybe she was just nervous about cooking? Campbell stepped out of the way, but stopped near the edge of the kitchen. "I was just hoping to help. I never really liked Thanksgiving before this." "No? Why not?" "I mean, you know what my parents were like. Holidays, special occasions. They didn't really want me around other kids. Other families." "You did tell me about that." "Forced affection and merriment really isn't my thing." Campbell noticed the odd look Elle gave him. "It was just difficult, seeing that they actually felt all those Hallmark movie things towards each other. They really missed each other. Just eating together made them happy. They really were sad to say goodbye." Elle stopped arranging the ingredients. "But you didn't feel those things." "Maybe I gave up, when I realized they didn't feel that way about me. They never missed me." Moving towards Elle, Campbell stroked her hair. It hit him then, how much he wanted her to stay. He wasn't ready to say goodbye. He knew he sounded desperate when he spoke again, when he cupped her face in his hands, but Campbell needed some assurance. Any assurance. "This is different, though. Right? We're different." "Campbell." Elle took his hands and moved them from her face. She stepped back, and for a moment, Campbell thought that was it. She was done, it was over, they couldn't go on like this. Instead, she reached into the plastic bag and brought out a can of pumpkin. "It was going to be a surprise, but..." "Really? I thought you hated pumpkin pie. You like, literally gagged when you saw it at the Halloween party." "I mean, I do, but you don't." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek before shooing him. "Now get out of my kitchen so I can cook." Had he just misread the situation? Campbell left the kitchen confused, and more than a little torn. Was he just seeing a catastrophe where there wasn't one? ASPD did involve seeing threats where there wasn't any, and overreacting. Like a self defense mechanism dialed up to twelve, it whispered that every little thing and every single person was a danger. Campbell knew it wasn't true. Maybe in this case, it also wasn't true that Elle wanted to leave. Maybe she really was just stressed out and worried about what Becca had said. Maybe she really did want to stick it out and give him a chance to prove himself. She had before, hadn't she? Maybe this time was no different. She just needed time. Campbell wandered off to Harry's room, helping him get ready for the group dinner and playing a few rounds of Smash Bros. It didn't feel right letting Elle do all the work, but if that was what she wanted, well, they both knew to just stay out of her way. "I should go watch the football game," Harry sighed once it was three o' clock. He stood and stretched, grabbing his jacket from the back of his desk chair. "Try and be social or whatever. You gonna be okay if I do?" "Yeah. Go watch people get concussions." "I'll have my phone on. Text if she tries to go all Sid Vicious on you." Campbell snorted, but kept his eyes on the television screen. He could see Harry lingering in the doorway, just for a moment, but then he was gone. Harry said something to Elle on the way out-- they both laughed-- and then the front door shut. The silence felt strange. Campbell popped in a Walking Dead DVD and settled in to binge watch for a few hours. The sky outside had turned dark by the time Elle peeked her head into the room. "Hey. I think it's gonna be ready in about twenty minutes. Can you come set the table?" "Sure, babe."   At least it was finally something to do. Campbell hopped up and gathered the plates, the silverware, napkins; by the time Elle came into the dining room, he'd managed to get everything in place and light some candles. The dim, golden lighting was perfect. All the food, plated up, looked perfect. Campbell found some holiday music, some classical stuff that he'd swore he'd never listen to once he'd moved out on his own, and put it on. It wasn't his taste, but it seemed appropriate. All that was left was to bring in the food. Elle was hovering around the food in the kitchen, staring hard at the slices of carved turkey. "I know you don't like meat, so I didn't know if I should bring the turkey out here, or if you wanted something else instead." "Hey, it's okay. I mean, I have to get over it eventually, right? Why not tonight?" "Are you sure? Because I could--" Cutting off a tiny piece of the least gross-looking slice of turkey, Campbell shoved it in his mouth. The taste was foreign and made him want to gag, but he managed to get it down without flinching. "See? It'll be really good with the cranberry sauce." "I'm glad it's okay. Sorry if anything tastes funny, or something. It's the first time I've ever made anything like a traditional American meal." "Seriously? Why not?" "My family's from Ireland originally, so my mom's idea of Thanksgiving was a little different. You know. Lamb stew. We never did the whole, turkey and stuffing and decorating." "Why are we sitting here, then?" Campbell wondered. "We should be at the church with everyone else. We could even bring something to share. The pie or something. Be neighborly." "But I already made all this food, I wouldn't want it to go to waste." "C'mon. We can put it in the fridge and save it for leftovers. I mean, I don't wanna even see half of those people, but you liked Helena and Becca, and the improv class is doing something fun tonight. A traditional Thanksgiving really is best with friends." "No, no. I just, I had my heart set on a romantic evening, just the two of us." "We eat almost every meal, just us." Campbell couldn't puzzle out the sudden shift in Elle's mood. "Or with Harry. I thought maybe you'd like some variation." Elle met his eyes, then glanced at the food. "Maybe it would be nice to walk over there and see everyone. Do you want to try a slice of pie while I get ready to go? I don't want to take it if it tastes bad." "Deal." She gave him a smile as she cut him a generous slice, handing it over as she left the room. Campbell let out the breath he'd been holding; whatever weird argument that had been starting up seemed to have, thankfully, settled. He snagged a fork and took a bite of the pumpkin pie. Right away, Campbell could taste that there was something weird about it. It was too sweet, in an almost sickening way. Too much condensed milk? Maple syrup, maybe? Making sure Elle wasn't looking, Campbell gently slid the rest of the slice into the garbage can and covered it up with some pieces of trash to hide it. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, and it wasn't like it was objectively disgusting. There were just only so many compromises he could make in a night. Turkey, he could try and deal with. Pumpkin pie with a pound of sugar? No. Leave that to the carb fiends at the church. "Was it okay?" Elle asked as she came back in. "I've never made a pie before." Campbell offered her a bright smile. "Yeah, it was great." He picked it up and headed towards the door, slipping his feet into his sneakers. "Ready to go?" She eyed the pie in his hands, but nodded and followed him out the door. The walk to the church was quiet, but at least the weather was mild and the sky was clear, with stars glittering overhead and leaves swirling around their feet. The church was humming with activity inside, though more than a couple people fell silent when they saw Campbell. Well, whatever. He ignore them and focused on Allie, who was moving toward them at a brisk pace. "Campbell. Elle." She smiled, but it was strained. "I didn't expect to see you two here." What the hell were you thinking by coming here, Campbell translated in his head. "I wanted to bring Elle. It's her first actual Thanksgiving." He held up the pumpkin nightmare for Allie to see. Allie's eyes went right to the missing slice. "She made pie." "Wow. Well, if you guys want to take a seat, feel free." "Cool. Thanks." Elle reached out and grabbed his arm as he moved towards the table to set the pie down. "Campbell, I can do that. Just let me--" "I'm right here. I can do it." "But I made it. I should be the one to put it over there." Campbell stopped and looked to her. Her voice sounded almost frantic, and honestly, the pie wasn't anywhere close to good but she couldn't possibly be that worried about it. He set the pie down among the other pies, and led Elle off to the side where there weren't any people to listen in. "Babe, are you feeling okay? You've been acting weird all evening." "I'm just not feeling well. I feel sick in my stomach. Can we just go?" "It's probably because we haven't eaten all day." "Please..." Elle curled her arms around herself. "Please don't get mad." Campbell noticed, then, that there were tears in her eyes, and she winced when he went to try and comfort her. His stomach sank as he saw the one thing he had hoped not to see. Fear. "Woah, hey. I'm not mad, sweetheart, I just don't understand what's going on. Do you... Are you worried I'm gonna hurt you?" "You act one way sometimes, and then another, and then people say things and I just want to make you happy. I thought this would make you happy." Her hands were shaking when she reached up and touched his face, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I want you to be happy with me." He wanted to be sick. "I get it. We've had a lot of ups and downs since we came here. I'm trying my best, Elle. I am happy with you. I really am." His throat squeezed shut. Fuck, he didn't feel all that great, either, and all this wasn't helping. "Can you just try? Just a few bites or something? If you still feel sick, we can go home." Elle sniffled. She didn't say anything. She just turned and headed out to the main floor, heading towards the table where Gretchen, her girlfriend, and a few others were chatting. Campbell got her a plate of food, but she picked at it, and at that point he didn't really feel like eating. It had been a mistake to push her. He tried to plan out the apology in his head and find some way to save things, but Elle's words kept playing in his head. People say things. The way she shrank from his touch. It was time to let go. For now, anyways. Maybe someday he would be better, and could prove that he wasn't the piece of shit people kept saying he was, but obviously it wasn't the right time. Campbell had wanted to protect her. He'd hoped that maybe, together, they could stay sane. But he had once been afraid he would hurt Sam, inevitably. Instead, it looked like the one he was going to hurt most was Elle, and there was only one way to keep her safe. Like Sam, he had to let her go, and hope that someday it would work out. Things had seemed calmer, at least, until Elle mumbled something about more potatoes. She took her plate and vanished into the crowd without a word, leaving Campbell to sit there alone with Gretchen looking at him like he was sprouting devil horns. Campbell sunk his head into his hands and pretended he was anywhere but there. After a few minutes, hen Elle didn't come back, he decided to go looking. He found her arguing with someone else over her pie. Elle had taken a huge slice, and the other girl-- Lotus, maybe-- was giving her shit over it. Campbell sidled up next to Elle and fixed Lotus with a cold glare, and thankfully, Lotus backed down. Not before taking the rest of the pie with her, but still. "Are you okay?" he asked Elle, who looked pale. "What happened?" Elle smiled weakly. "I just wanted to make sure all my friends got some, but I guess Lotus thought I was taking it all for myself." "Well, screw her, yeah?" "Yeah. I'm just gonna go say hi to a couple of my friends." "Sure. I'll be here." Campbell was loitering around the punchbowl, waiting for Elle, when a hand glided along his shoulders. He could smell a familiar hint of cologne. "Hey, Harry." "Hey." Harry leaned against the wall next to him. "I thought you were staying home. What happened?" "Long story, but I guess we're going back home. She said she felt sick." "Do you need me to drive you guys?" Unfortunately, Helena stood up and gave a speech just then, and announced that she and Luke were getting married. Campbell hissed at the cheering, a headache building up behind his eyes and making his vision start to swim. What the hell? Maybe they had some sort of cold, or something. It was the season, and it wasn't like anyone had gotten their flu vaccines, or knew what new or different diseases the mirror world had. "Yeah, that might be good." He took a step, and the ground under him spun ever so slightly. Fuck. Why had he even tried? They should have just stayed home. "Let me go find her." "Alright. I'll meet you at the door." Campbell scanned the crowd as Harry left, trying to find Elle in the hustle and bustle. Maybe Sam or Grizz would know where she was? But he didn't see them, either. Allie's table was empty. Helena and Luke were with the rest of the guard. Where was she? Had she just left on her own, without even saying goodbye? Campbell felt a bubble of nausea form in his stomach at the thought, but then he spotted her with Becca near the bathrooms. Both of them were huddled together and making sharp, urgent gestures. Campbell had no idea what was going on with them, and he wasn't about to find out. It would be easier to just wait until they were done talking. It didn't take too long. Elle spotted him waiting, and hurried over. "Can we go home now?" she asked. Elle was hunched in on herself and looked out of breath. "Please? I want to get out of here." "Harry's getting the car. C'mon." He put his arm around her as they walked outside, more to hold himself steady than anything else. Campbell could feel Elle shaking, hard, but was that illness or anxiety? Was it the cold weather? He didn't know anymore. All that mattered was getting home before whatever was going on got even worse. Harry helped them both up the steps, and got them upstairs. Elle shrugged them both off and headed to the bathroom, grabbing her pajamas along the way. "Are you okay?" Campbell followed her into the bathroom. He just wanted to lay down and sleep, but he couldn't leave Elle to fend for herself if she was sick. "Do you need me to get you anything?" Elle shook her head, but when he got closer, he could see that she was sheet-white and sweating. "I'm gonna take a bath and get sleep." "Yeah, me too." Campbell knew that he should leave and let her do what she needed to do, but he hesitated in the doorway. "Look, Elle... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed for you to go when you didn't want to. I just thought it'd be fun." Silence. Campbell waited another heartbeat, then went to his room and laid down. He closed his eyes, willing the universe to stop spinning. It was bad enough of a day, wasn't it, without everything churning? Campbell burrowed under his blankets, swallowing over and over as he began to hypersalivate. His stomach was reeling, but his body wouldn't vomit. Not yet. "Cassandra," Campbell whispered to the air. "I wish you were here." He could play the game he played on the bridge, before. If he just held still, very still...

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