Sometimes You Need Ayda Aguefort.

imagine becoming friends with this girl--not like, super close friends, just on friendly terms--who seems destined to become an influencer. she's not one yet but she already has a following at the school you both attend and everybody likes her because she's nice to everyone and pretty funny. one day she starts hanging out with this absolute loser buzzkill sjw and at first you're like, fine, it's a good look to shout out smaller content creators, but then they just never STOP hanging out

one day both of them leave campus to go on a day trip and clearly SOMETHING happens, because right before dinner you get an emergency alert on your phone that her loser friend is on the FBI's most wanted list for animal torture? the popular girl's not answering any of her texts, even from her hot metrosexual boyfriend that she has, and no one hears anything until the next day when she goes Live and announces that she got a really big sponsorship from THE PRESIDENT, no followup on that thing where her bff apparently was a terrorist this whole time

the next few years are really scary because the terrorist keeps evading capture and like, commiting so many atrocities and the details always end up getting leaked. you're terrified in particular because duh, you went to school with that psychopath and apparently she was doing all these terrible things and turning into some freaky three eyed snake when you weren't paying attention. the one spot of joy for everybody's doomscrolling is the popular girl. she does an adread for the government at the start of all her stuff, but the content itself is just like. hauls and GRWMs and makeup tutorials with the occasional day in the life sprinkled in, which is always nice to consume after another horrific news cycle.

she gets engaged to the hot metrosexual boyfriend from school eventually and does an Engagement Reveal bc of course she does, and it's...really weird?? hot metrosexual fiance leaves abruptly halfway through and then the whole thing turns into like. this bizarre apology video, with crying and everything, only she doesn't give specifics or context AT ALL before it's over and she goes back to doing a mukbang with some of her fans and your old principal, who probably got her that government sponsorship. apparently some crazy shit happens to the country after that but you weren't really following it bc you were too busy talking with your friends about what the FUCK was up with that engagement annoucement. you all go back through her history to figure out what problematic thing she might have done but you can't find anything, other than being friendly with the terrorist chick when you were all in school. obviously she couldn't have known about the terrorism back then, so it might just be drama farming. she's a pretty bad actor

except she doesn't post again for a few days, which is worrying since she's ALWAYS followed a super strict upload schedule, but the country is pretty much on fire at that point, so. when she next posts you're pretty excited, because maybe you'll get an explanation for some/any of this, or preferably a sequel drama video

instead she tells you that the terrorist chick is dead, the president is. resigning? leaving? also dead? and he never sponsored any other influencers, which means she's president now, and after she throws your old principal in jail she's gonna teach everybody how to be nice

Chat I'm cooking so hard rn

I hope the next meal you eat tastes so good. I hope the next outfit you put on makes you feel super confident. I hope the next time you go to the store, you find the perfect product on sale. I hope the next sunrise and sunset you see are so beautiful that you need to take a picture. I hope the next time you fall asleep, your bed and room are the perfect temperature. I hope the next book you read has the perfect plot and ending. I hope the next call you receive delivers good news. I hope the next animal you see wants you to pet it. I hope the next time you have a headache, it will go away after a nap and maybe some Advil. I hope that thing stressing you out ends up not being bad at all. I hope the next gift you receive is exactly what you wanted. I hope the next time you’re in nature, you find the coolest rock ever. I hope the next time you try something new, you discover a new hobby. I hope all your future relationships are healthy and fulfilling. I hope the news you’ve been waiting to hear comes soon and positive. I hope you receive that apology that’s long overdue. I hope you see the worth of you and in life. I hope you see it’s not always bleak and bland. I hope you notice the little things make life worth living. I hope everything gets better from now on. I hope you realize life is worth living.

Get ready to re-live the Bad Kids' freshman year journey - with a few twists 🦉🐻

Dimension 20's Fantasy High is coming to @webtoon on March 31!

study buddies!

this website’s easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*

Now look I love sex as much as the next allo

post cancelled my mom is buying me a microwavable Jesus plushie

rewatching fantasy high (AGAIN!!)

Caitvi Soulmates AU

Here is my addition to @somewillwin 's lovely SoulmateAU! Be sure to check out their amazing young caitvi artwork.

Thank you for letting me write this fun little fic, and for creating your wonderful artwork to fill me with medical whump and parent & daughter feels.

I might like to write more of this, if you all are enjoying it :) i've never done soulmates AU and feel this will be a fun writing exercise.

Edit: sorry about the formatting.

Cassandra exhaled, watching Caitlyn’s soft breaths steam the BiPAP mask which forced her singed lungs to inhale.

The claustrophobia from the mask had been bad.

Cassandra dragged her palm down her own face, watching Caitlyn as she rested. The Ativan had been a lifesaver, and she seemed comfortable now, letting the machine help her breathe while she slept.

Cassandra held her unburnt hand, feeling her slowly relax her fingers as she drifted deeper into sleep. Sleep was good—it meant she was somewhat comfortable. It meant that she didn’t feel so claustrophobic anymore in the mask.

                She took another breath, steadying her self and blinking back her tears.

                Cait looked so small.

                Jayce had been crying outside, apologizing, panicking.

                She’d sent Viktor and Councilor Heimerdinger to locate him, and did her best to keep her anger in check.

                What had he been thinking? What had he been doing in that apartment? Cassandra squeezed her eyes closed, determined not to make a sound. She’d never forgive herself if she woke Cait now.

                She’ll need to recover. Have to make sure her airway doesn’t swell. Make sure she doesn’t get an infection from the burns. Broken ribs from the blast. Lucky, so lucky.

                Everything Tobias had been saying to her swirled in her brain. Cassandra gripped Cait’s hand, feeling her twitch lightly, and then hoping she didn’t disturb her.

                A soft knock on the door.

                She bristled, straightening herself, making sure she was positioned between Cait and the door.

                Petunia. The Kiramman house’s longtime cook, and one of Cassandra’s favorite employees. Cassandra let the tension release from her spine.

                “I came to check on you, Ms. Kiramman.” She kept her voice low.

                “I’m fine.”

                “Tobias reckons you need a short break. I can sit with her. If you need.”

                No, she couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She needed to stay here—Cait had been in pain and crying. She couldn’t bear the thought of her waking again and needing something and her mother not being there.

                Cassandra heaved a breath through her nose, trying to quell the shaking of the sobs threatening to escape her chest.

                “Ms. Kiramman.” Petunia was at her side, firm hands settling on her shoulders, a whisper of an order, “Take a break. Five minutes. I’m right here with her.”

                Cassandra managed a nod, choking on another sob as she stood on shaky legs.

                Cait couldn’t hear her sob. Not here, not now.

                With her face buried in her sleeve, Cassandra managed to get herself into the hallway before she cried. She let her back rest against the cold cinderblock wall, sucking in frantic breaths through her nose as her ribs constricted.

                Her daughter had been in an explosion with another fifteen-year-old.

                Cassandra tried to breathe.

                 Her daughter was struggling to breathe. Her daughter had almost ended up with a breathing tube.

                Another sob heaved from her chest as she fought for her breath. Why was it so hot in here? Cassandra ripped open the top button of her collar, she couldn’t breathe—why couldn’t she breathe? Why was it so hot in here?

                “Cass.” Tobais’ voice hummed in her ear, his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

                Cassandra turned to him, burying into his shoulder, “We need…..I need….sit with her….”

                “Petunia is with her.” Tobias assured, holding her harder against him. She felt the warmth of his chest through the thin material of his scrubs, “It’s alright. She’s going to be alright.”

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(Reposted to fix some small details)