there was another one of sophie

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“When you’re in a battle against an enemy so much bigger, so much stronger than you, to find out you had a friend you never knew existed, well, that’s the best feeling in the world.”

Pride (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus

sophie: *invades howl’s home, cleans everything without his permission, is mean to him, bullies his friends, steals his seven-league-boots, does always the exact opposite of what he says*

howl:

sophie: *messes up his hair products*

howl:

Ok. But can we talk about how Howl is all so cool and composed in the ghibli film, with this mistery around him and the prince-transforming-into-beast (hot) aura… and then in the book here is this sarcastic-bitchy-womenizer-drama queen-metrosexual baby that makes you want to love him and kick him square in his perfect ass and ugh…damn.

Leverage Drinking Game

Take a sip:
- someone executes a lift
- Elliot bleeds
- Nate drinks
- Sophie does an accent
- Glen Reader
- flashback
- “Damn it, Hardison!”
- “I’m a little busy here, Hardison!”
- Another language is spoken
- An expert marksman misses, repeatedly
- Microsoft or Hyundai product placement

Two sips:
- “It’s a very distinctive _____”
- Someone calls Parker crazy
- “Age of the Geek, baby”
- “Let’s go steal a _____”
- Someone rappels

Have fun, y’all!

hurtful words (pt. 2)

summary; just as for Y/N and Shawn, the first week of a breakup can be hard on any couple – but what’s even harder is when feelings are still involved on both sides.

PART ONE || PART THREE

warning; small use of profanity

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


one week later

You took a deep breath and thought over your actions for the millionth as you sat parked in front of you and Shawn’s shared flat. After today, it’d just be called ‘Shawn’s flat’, because in the back seat of your car contained empty boxes waiting to be filled with the items you had brought to Shawn’s place over the year. Wanting no more to do with Shawn, you and your friends decided that getting your stuff back would be the best first-step of getting over the boy. You weren’t entirely sure if this was the right move, but you wanted Shawn out of your life. 

Of course, everyone makes mistakes and within the last seven days, you’ve grown to accept that people simply forget things sometimes. What you were now mad about were the words that he spewed at you. It still gives you a pang in the chest when you try to rethink everything he yelled at you that night. No one deserves to be thrown around like that, and no one deserves to be called the things that Shawn called you the other night. You still sometimes wonder if you are just being over dramatic, but whether it was rational or not for you to breakup with Shawn was another discussion that would have to wait until you moved all of your stuff out.

Taking the keys out of the ignition, you opened the door to the back of your car to retrieve the three medium sized boxes. Trying to stack them together while walking to the front door was a hassle, but you finally ended up knocking at the door. You had the key, but you weren’t sure if it’d be weird or not to barge in.

After a couple of minutes and no response, you rang the doorbell. You were given back silence. Your patience was beginning to run thin, and you were about to turn your back to the door before you heard the doorknob turn. When the door slowly creaked open, you were greeted by a sight that brought you back to the night of you and Shawn’s latest date. Shawn’s face was puffed red and looked lifeless. When you got a closer look at him, his eyes were bloodshot and were adorned by heavy bags that indicated that he hadn’t been getting much sleep either. His hair was completely disheveled from its usual casual yet put-together updo. You had known that you’ve looked terrible these last few days, but Shawn’s appearance made you look like a super model compared to him.

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😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

***

“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

I can’t even imagine what it must have sounded like –
the alarms, the gunshots, the screams, the begging,
the praying, the laughter, the cheering, the crying.
I know the sound of Eric’s laugh. I know the sound
of Dylan’s voice. I’ve heard a fragment of a recording.
And I still can’t piece it together enough to hear the horror.

I can’t even imagine what it must have looked like –
the muzzle of a Tec-9 in your face,
the black boots walking past you as you hide under a table,
the boy in a trench-coat, in the hallway, with a shotgun.
Blood on the floor and blood exploding out of someone’s head,
and blood pouring out of a hole in someone’s back.

I can’t even imagine what it must have smelt like –
metallic blood, the stench of open wounds,
smoke from pipe bombs, shit and piss and sweat,
your own body odour, cafeteria lunch food,
linoleum floors, body spray, the inside of a toilet cubicle,
the inside of a storage cupboard, the smells of school and death.

I can’t even imagine what it must have felt like –
begging for your life at gunpoint while the killer laughs,
watching children being murdered
right in front of you, seeing TV violence in real life.
Closing your eyes and listening to people dying and begging
and crying and praying and whooping and whispering.

Realising that you might actually really die right here,
on the floor of a library, in an unlocked science room,
in a toilet stall, under the table of a cafeteria. Trying to pray
to any god listening that you want to live, please, please, please.
But what good did it do the other children? What good did it do
for the kids you heard getting killed?

Running out of the library and past a dead body and past
another dead body, with your hands above your head,
so the police don’t shoot you, of course.
Standing by a cop car with the images still playing in your head,
and the sounds of gunfire still ringing in your ears,
not knowing if your friends are dead or alive.

Being faced with cameras and reporters and microphones,
and an unending barrage of questions:
What did you see? What did you hear? How did you feel?
What happened? Do you know who the killers were? Why?
Where were you? What did you do? Did you talk to the killers?
Were you friends with the killers? Do you know the Trench Coat Mafia?

I can’t even imagine what it must have been like
to actually be a student or a teacher or a reporter or a photographer
or a cameraman or a journalist or a copy editor or an editor in chief
or a police officer or a SWAT team member or a paramedic or a nurse
or a doctor or the parent of a victim or the parent of someone injured
or a friend of a student or a bomb squad member or a family member.

We’ve all seen the chaos unfolding, live on the news.
We’ve seen the police standing behind cars and we’ve seen
students running for their lives, students bleeding on sidewalks,
parents hunting for children, parents hugging their kids,
people standing around and crying and holding one another,
ambulances racing and sirens blaring and cameras rolling,
but imagine living it.
—  Dear Columbiners, not everything is about Eric and Dylan, s.b.w.

holy shit. holy fuckin shit. my new vacuum cleaner just arrived and its so cool. holy shit. succin my floor like there’s no tomorrow m’bois 

Howl’s the Royal Wizard do you think they send him on peace talks and it’s like

“Alright Pendradon, give me one good reason not to declare war on your country.”

*Howl summons a life-sized portrait of Sophie* “This is my gf she lives there”

“holy shit oh my god I’ve never seen anything more pure in my life I’m calling off my forces right now immediately”

So! I hit 1k followers (DAFUQ?!) & I figured, since I’m going to be leaving soon, that I should do a follow forever (because everyone does one at one point or another lmao) These are pretty self explanatory, so let’s just get to it before I die from this sriracha cabbage… 


Honorable Babes ♡

@apollonic {Sophie}

So you know I had to start this out with you, right? You are one of the most kind hearted, humble people I know. You have a diamond heart and I 100% mean this when I say there were some days I didn’t even want to get out of bed and you gave me the inspiration to take on the day. You already know how much you mean to me, even when we don’t talk for weeks or even when I suck at replying, I know I’ll always be somewhere in your heart, and you in mine. Thank you for being such a good friend. Oh, and by the way… your fashion is A1 and you make me feel like a total shrimp in comparison. I love it!

@archistratego {Eliot}

Heyyyy Eliot. ( / ; u;)/ ~♡ So I’ll try not to be a marshmallow for once and actually be serious. You and I have not known each other for long, but you’ve already become someone very important to me. I think we talk every day now? I know this because every day now I get this stupid smile on my face from your beaming optimism even when you yourself are feeling down. You are a knight if I’ve ever seen one, and are more talented than you will ever realize. Please be good to yourself; ily!

@auroremus {Bruna}

Girl.. ewe So you know… I had to get payback for that cuteness you displayed on your FF, right?? Can we all just take a moment to appreciate this cute being for a moment?? Okay. As you said, you and I don’t know eachother well, but you are honestly so fun to talk to. Some of the things you say has me cracking up, and I must say, thank you for putting up with my shitty communication skills. Also, your ambition is something I could only dream of acquiring. 

@dreadwvlf {Tallie}

Ahem.. I just want to say… Jimin is still  the ultimate bias wrecker. DON’T KILL ME!! Taeyang is great, BUT… dat Park Chimchim doe… (~e we)~ You and I hold the record for longest period of time talking about the same thing (…3 months..) OKAY, it might be because I’m retarded when it comes to responding on tumblr BUT, you were one of the first people I started talking to on here, and you love Kpop? Girl. GIRL. You are and forever will be my aegyo queen, and we shall bond over the untimely death of T.O.P’s wonderful hair (because you know they shaved that shit) 

@keries {Sierra}

My love, it goes without saying that you are the most important person to me. It’s kind of crazy. You’ve somehow found a way to enchant me, to pull my cold little heart out of it’s year long hiatus and now it can’t let go. You are perfection to me, and you make up for all my painfully obvious short comings. Every day I feel so lucky to have found you, and while I’m gone, you will be the first thing I think about in the mornings and the last thing I think about before bed. You are my wings as I am your anchor. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you. ♡♡

@opalynch {Ailen}

My little Maebear.. Do I even need to type this?? It’s so obvious that you are so so so so special to me. Like, I can’t even put it into words. I still to this day have no idea how we got talking, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made on this tragic site. No one can take your place, and you have a permanent spot in my heart. You are so incredibly cute and ugh, such an angel. Where have you been all my life?!

@papakoscheis {Sara}

Sawa! (Okay I know what you’re thinking… can I NOT be a fucking marshmallow for one second?! The answer is.. no.) Okay so confession time. I kind of high-key stalked you for like a week before you followed me. I mean I’m going to act like I NEVER said that, but it’s the truth. Your whole existence is my aesthetic and you are so eclectic and unique, not to mention so damn smart. You’re going to go far in life and I’m going to ride those damn coat tails to victory!!! There’s nothing you can do to stop me! c:<

@tragicpatroclus {Daisy}

Okay… so… confession time again… You were the first person I ever talked to on this (still tragic) site. You are my first friend here! You took my tumblr virginity! I didn’t even get dinner out of the deal but hey, I’m… totally.. fine with that. Dates are overrated anyway.. >_> Seriously though.. where’s my dinner?! You are legitimately the smartest person I’ve met here. I’m not even kidding. You and I can seemingly talk about anything. I love it! Thank you so much for putting up with my shitty schedule and equally shitty social skills (I’m starting to see a trend here) you too have a place in my heart and I know you’ll soar like a wonderful eagle. Or Pegasus. I mean, your choice. c:

@virtuestars {Luna}

Last but not least! Okay so since I’m prone to going on and on and on, I’m going to try to sum this up in a paragraph. YOU ARE AMAZING! You and I met at a very trying time in my life, and talking to you really improved me. We can always procrastinate together and holy shit, I’m so excited for you to be studying abroad! We will totally have to go out and party sometime. I probably have to most in common with you out of anyone on this post and just knowing I can trust you with my thoughts, any of them, makes me feel so secure in our friendship and I hope and pray you feel the same. Love you!


❦ Loriat’s Follow Forever List

Legend: Babes | Mutuals | ⋆Inspos⋆

1 ~ C

@102runway @achielles ⋆@acuite⋆ @admlynch @alyxhathaway11 @apollonic@archistratego  @arrtemiss @arthoesunshine @asteriaria @astoryillnevertell @astrae @astraera  ⋆@astreay@astveria @asweetshame @auroremus @aurorras @banshy @bellatryks @benbornes @bilboh @bleeding-typewriters @bsargent @calliophes@calliophies@casimeres-lair @castielles @chaleurette @chovchang @cruciatuz @cuipid @czeornys

D ~ H

@dawnstvr @dementvr @divinetheta @dravvings @dreadwvlf @dreamthievves @drunklesbian @eclairer-le-ciel @eileenbahar-arts @emblazecl @english-idylls @eorumverba @exyjosten @ettheseus @eumycota @faeheys @fairydusts @featherumbrellas @firetomypride @fixyourwritinghabits @fleurdealcours@fleurrdelacour@fntstory @foxandstardust @frenchpoetry @fscottfitzgerld @game-of-quotes @gansaey @georgiableedscreativity@ginnys@halaltequila @hautescoutures @hayleylkiyoko @hckat @herhmione @herrmione @herxnstairs @histcries @huffelpuff@hynpos

I ~ N

⋆@ibuzoo⋆ ⋆@illuminosity@immobvlus@inkmagician@inksomniac @isabellasharp @jesprefahey@jilys@keries @ketterdvvm @khaleesee @kingscross @kinqstark @kknotted @kvnvki @lefleurette @lhzthepoet @liilyevans @lilyevians @literateure @lleotolstoy @longbottomed @looonyluna @lord-byronn @lostintales @lxcuna @lumosmaxima @lupins @meaningless–poetry @meetmeinadaydream @merflk @metanoiac @minjard @minrd @mjnyard @moody-nature @moongloss@moonrivier @narcsissa @nature-is-gorgeous @nehmesis@neptuneve @njmphadora   @nobunny88 @nubiferum

O ~ T

@ocxnus @oneihroi @okaymacaulay @okayodysseus @opalynch @opheliamayersv @orgaena @orlandcbloom @orros @oscarwiilde @othellos ⋆@oylmpians⋆ @paintedemons ⋆@papakoscheis⋆ @parisfashionhouse @patroiclus @pequicks ⋆@persrephone⋆ @petrichovr @pipedream@pltrch⋆ @poeets ⋆@pohroro⋆ @prcserpina ⋆@priveting⋆ @ptxd ⋆@pushkins⋆ @qiu-jin @quotes @quotethat @reveiling@rcbynn@rhaegals @rogvepilot @royaltea@rykesmeadow@sealands @simplyvibes @siriusblsck @sofhtie @softalina @softdegas@softfeyre@softheartedpoet @softmeliorns @softstained @starspvn ⋆@stormybisexual⋆ @stormxarie @storyexcerpts @suburbanmomjeans @svvackhamer ⋆@swansmonet⋆ @sxofcrows @tcrtarus @tedtonks @thcodorcnott @theclassicsreader @thehound @therepublicofletters @thewinedarksea @thewritershandbook @thewrittenmagic @thoughts-positivity @tidsource @tinselswan @tlnagoldsteln @tragicpatroclus @tranquilist @tresmoreau

U ~ Z

@ulyxxes @umfleur @unwrittenphrases @vanettineros@veinus@velvetcloak @velvetglrl@versaillcs@vesrailles @virtuestars @vivalcli @voldemxrt @voneverec @vvintervveiss @whereicarusfell @williamherxndale @wordsbydominic@written-in-pen@yalitsquad @zoyalina!

Thank you so much to everyone on this list for being my friends, my inspirations, and having such wonderful content for me to oogle at all day! I will miss you all so dearly.  ♥

The Family Matters (Tom Holland)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tom Holland, flies in to meet your family at the yearly family reunion

Warnings:  there might be a swear word or two at most

fluff

Requested: @gray-rose13

Word Count: 1237

Originally posted by spiderholland


“Tom you’re looking pretty snazzy if I do say so myself,” you call out from the driver’s seat as you pull into the airport’s pick-up.

“Only for you,” Your boyfriend responds as he opens the trunk to put away his luggage, “but love you have got to stop saying snazzy!”

“C’mon Tom you know you love it,” you say with a laugh.

               Exiting the car and rushing into Tom’s arms you welcome him to your city, (name of town). It’s been a few weeks since you two saw each other and normally you would gladly just stay in the comforts of the bedroom, soaking in the presence of the other, but this weekend is the yearly family reunion that he insists on joining. The get-together has never been too fancy or extravagant. In the past cousins, second cousins, aunts and uncles, all gather at a local park under a picnic shelter for a potluck. Every reunion brings laughs and happy memories, and you’re more than happy to share the closest people of your life to the love of your life.

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anonymous asked:

can u pls explain the howl's moving castle?? I got the plot but i couldn't understand the romantic progress between howl & sophie..

Hmm, I’ve actually just noticed that in a way, Sophie and Howl’s romantic development was kind of similar to Sasuke and Sakura’s (which may explain why it’s my favourite movie from Studio Ghibli ^_^).

Just like Sasuke, many people saw and judged Howl based on nothing but his looks, and his external persona, but none of them had any idea of the many troubles that he was facing beneath the surface. Also just like Sasuke, Howl was cursed, and the effects of this curse caused him to be unable to properly love anyone, and would instead run away from it, because a demon, Calcifer, took a hold of his heart, and the two of them were forever linked since then:

In a similar fashion, just like Sakura, Sophie also had an insecurity regarding her appearance. With Sakura, she always felt as though her forehead was too big, and with Sophie, she never believed that she was beautiful.

Also, again just like Sakura did for Sasuke, Sophie’s affections for Howl grew as she learned more about him, learned of his internal struggles, and her love for him was born from her earnest desire to free him of his burden. As she grew to know Howl on a much deeper and emotional level, she familiarised herself with the kind of person he was. Sophie was therefore certain that despite Madam Suliman’s warnings, Howl wouldn’t succumb to his demons:

And while wholeheartedly defending and believing in him, the effects of Sophie’s own curse began to waver, because due to her growing love for him, she regressed back to her normal age during her speech, and Suliman was perfectly aware of what was going on:

Sophie’s desire to save Howl from his burdens was made explicitly clear during a dream that she had.

In it, Howl was in his bird form, and amidst seeing how much he was suffering, seeing how much strain utilising the form puts on himself, Sophie earnestly endeavoured to free him from the shackles of the curse. However, Howl would rebuff her efforts, because he adamantly believed that it was too late for him:

Yet, Sophie would persist, because she loved him and knew that there was still hope. This hope she harboured for a better future never wavered:

And this was with good reason. Sophie had seen every side of Howl that there was to see. His flirtatious side, his dramatic side, his cowardly side, his stubborn side, his depressed side, his broken side etc. But most importantly, Sophie saw the side of him that everyone else was ignorant to; she saw his caring, kind and compassionate side:

This was what gave her all the incentive in the world to retain the belief that she’d be able to rescue this poor soul from the burdens that had taken such a large toll on him, both physically and emotionally.

And at it’s conclusion, Sophie’s efforts were indeed successful.

In yet another parallel to Sasuke and Sakura, just like how Sakura helped save Sasuke from his curse which had plagued him for so long, to which he then poked her forehead; the symbol of her past insecurity, Sophie helped save Howl from his curse, to which he then called her hair beautiful, which helped her escape from her insecurity of thinking she was unattractive:

And Howl’s words had immediate effects, because Sophie, now as exuberant and full of confidence as she had ever been, then proceeded to tackle him and confess her love for him:

So yeah, that was Sophie and Howl’s romantic development.

After meeting one another, learning about each other and getting to know one another on a very deep and emotional level, Sophie strove to save Howl from the curses that had given him so much physical and emotional grief, and in turn, Howl helped Sophie gain the confidence she so sorely needed in order to break out of her shell, and become the jubilant woman she is at the end ^_^

A Wild Dog Chase

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1200ish

Warnings: None I think

Prompt: Person A’s pet runs away and Person B finds it.

A/N: I love dogs. This took too long

Originally posted by mxcali-94


“Sophie!” The chances of the puppy listening to your calls was slim to none, but with no other idea of how to find her in this park, desperate times call for desperate measures. All around you, you saw families, couples, kids, and more dogs but none of them yours. The baby pit bull was nowhere to be seen.

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Howl and Sophie the loveliest thing ever

Somewhere Chapter 9:

“He was in there two hours,” said Calcifer, “putting spells on his face. Vain fool!”

“There you are then,” said Michael. “The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he’s really in love, and not before.”

Fast forward Chapter 21:

Sophie saw another person leap through the gap behind it. This one had flying black sleeves. It was Howl…

Sophie looked up at him. As she had feared, hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were so red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several pieces. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow.

Hello, raindropmaster <3 <3 <3

I Wasn’t Jealous (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

A/n: I’ve been completely ignoring my request and I’m sorry for that. If you haven’t read my last story, I explained that finals are this week and my mental health for the past month has gotten in a bad place again. I’ve been trying to help myself by watching Supernatural, and if any of my followers love SPN they’ll understand how heart breaking it is, still no matter how saddening the show is, the Winchesters have a special place in my heart. So, I am trying my hardest to get out of this funk so here’s a little request.

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1906

Anonymous asked: Hey could you do a Jeff X reader where Jeff asks the reader for help to date someone and she gets upset. When she sees Jeff with the person he likes she distances herself from him and turns to her other best friends Montgomery and Justin for help to get him jealous. At someone’s party Montgomery flirts with reader to get Jeff jealous and it works? ❤

Song: Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” and “Rose-Colored Boy” by Paramore

Warnings: Light smut ;) (I tried), angsty af

(Heh, um, Spotify just advertised for a new Classic Rock playlist, as I am typing this it is May 21st. I’ll update when I get undistracted by the beauty that is Rock n’ Roll.) (It’s May 24th and I’m finally finishing this. I am so bad lmao) (also I didn’t add Justin as much in this one sorry)

Originally posted by wkom


She stared at him. Her stomach tightening in agony as she begins to registers what he just asked her. I need your help, I wanna ask this girl on a date and I don’t know how. She felt sick. The boy she fell in love with was asking her to help with getting someone else.

“So?” He asked, staring at her. His eyes always made her squirm in her seat. They were breathtaking.

“I guess.” She whispered. A bright smile spread across his face. A smiled she loved so deeply.

Today was the day. She sighed heavily as one of her favorite songs came on the radio as she pulled into the parking lot. A song by Pink Floyd “Wish You Were Here”. She glanced in her back mirror, the decent sized teddy bear she had helped buy sat in the back, taunting her. She didn’t even noticed she was crying until a tear hit the palm of her hand. A knock on her window made her snap out of her trance. It was Montgomery, her best friend since 8th grade. She sighed and opened her car door, getting out before hugging him.

“Everything okay?” He asks, a small smile spread across her face as she shook her head no.

“You have that thing with Jeff today don’t you?” Monty ask with a slightly disappointed look on his face. All she could do was nod.

“That fucking bastard.” Monty spit out. She could see his fist beginning to crunch up into a fist. She gentle rest her hand on top of his, instantly calming him down.

“Sorry.” Monty whispered. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jeff pull up right beside her. She nodded towards Monty, quietly telling him that she’ll be okay. He nods back before leaving.

“Did you bring it?” Was the first words out of Jeff’s mouth. Not even a simple hello.

“Yep.” She says a little too harshly. She gets it out her car before handing it over to him. He smiles big, but his smile this time makes her stomach drop.

His faces brighten up. She turns around to see Sophie walking towards the two. Sophie was in the same grade, somewhat pretty with a bit of paler skin like herself, she had dark chocolate brown eyes and hair color to match. She was pretty. She didn’t even stay long enough to hear her say yes. She could hear the squeal of her high pitched voice. Her mood dropped even lower.

~A Week Later~

Her heart was breaking. Every day she saw Jeff, Jeff and Sophie, their hands intertwined. Jeff didn’t even acknowledge her existence. Monty grew angrier and angrier by the day.

It was lunch time now. Monty and her sat at their usual table, Monty’s other friends quickly surrounding them. She wasn’t paying much attention to their conversation until Bryce nudge her shoulder.

“So you in Y/n?” Bryce said with a slight smirk. She had never been found of Bryce, she always thought he was creepy and to handsy with girls.

“In for exactly what?” She asked dumbly, completely confused.

“The party? My house? Friday?” Bryce said. I looked over at Monty who shrugged. She sighed.

“Jeff’s gunna be there.” Justin said teasingly. This called for her to sigh again. But a plan popped up in her head, causing her to smirk.

“I’m in. Monty can I talk to you for a sec?” She said as she got up. He nodded and followed her out to the hall.

“What’s up?” He asked. The playful smirk held on her face.

“Jeff’s gunna be there right?” She said, earning a nod from him.

“So I have an idea.” This caused Monty to pull off a smirk.

“Let’s plan on both of us be anywhere near him throughout the night, and you know, act a little flirty, a little handsy, and see if he reacts?” She asked. She wanted to “show” him that she’s moved on.

“Deal.” Monty said just before the bell rang. They both nodded towards one another before walking in separate directions. Friday night was gunna be one hell of laugh.

~Friday~

She sighed, she was finally done. Make up all done up, hair perfectly curled and lips painted with a deep cherry color. She wore a black skirt that went a little above her knees. A simple army green shirt met in the middle. She had an oversized blue flannel thrown on top of it all, the sleeves rolled up high, and it tied at the waist. She looked awesome.

A car honked outside. Monty was here. She grabbed her purse and rushed outside. As she opened the door, a loud whistle was heard, making her blush.

“Shut up Monty.” Was all she said before he pulled off.

They were able to get a decent parking spot near the drive way.

“Want to hold hands as we go in?” Monty asked. She nodded. They both got out and they intertwined their hands as they walked into the house. The music bumped loudly, there were teens with the red plastic cup in hand, just letting loose.

They spotted Zach and asked him were Jeff was, he pointed to the outside. They both walked out there. Jeff was playing beer pong as normal. She didn’t miss the double take Jeff did as they walked outside hand-in-hand. She saw the familiar clenched jaw, tightening his beautiful features. She smirked to herself.

Monty led her over to a patio type arrangement. Four chair type coaches sat on a slab of concert. In the other two, Justin and Jessica sat. They had waved at each other before Justin leaned in, speaking in hushed tones.

“Did he see you guys as you walked in?” He asked with a smirk. She nodded, making Justin’s smirk grow wider.

“I’m gunna go get us a beer, I’ll be back.” Monty said before giving her a playful kiss on her forehead.

“Jeff’s gunna lose it.” Jessica said, all she could do was smile. Boy made a mistake.

It was two hours in, they laughed with Justin and Jessica, Monty tried telling her some unbelievable puns. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Jeff constantly glanced their way. It was when Monty had gotten a little too close, she heard Jeff yell in annoyance and stomped away.

“That’s my cue.” She said as she got up. She quickly followed Jeff as he made his way through the house and outside possibly towards his car.

“Jeff!” She yelled, hoping to get him to stop. He did.

“What Y/n? Here to tell me how fantastic Monty is? How great your relationship is with him?” He practically yelled. He was laying it on thick.

“Why are you acting like this?” She yelled at him, just wanting to hear the truth she already possibly knew.

“I hate it! Do you not understand how hard it was for me not to go and punch him in the face and get you all to myself? Fuck how obvious do I have to make it?” He said, his face slightly growing redder. Yup, he was jealous.

“Are you saying you were jealous?” She asked with a mischievous smile.

“I-I I wasn’t-t jealous.” He stuttered.

“Is Jeff Atkins stuttering?” She asked as she walked a little closer to him. He was flustered and she found it amusing.

“Shut up and kiss me already.” Jeff said before pulling her by her waist.  

His sweet darkish lips planted on her soft painted ones. Her heart fluttered for a second before he pulled away.

“Stay over tonight? I have some over your clothes from when you stayed over last.” She asked, he nodded. He took her hand and they walked towards his car. As they drive off, she completely forgot about Sophie.

“Hey Jeff?” She asked, earning a little hum in reply.

“What about Sophie?” She asked, her heart flattering.

“I broke it off before I got to the party.” He said as he turned to her with a smile. Her heart fluttered again. She sent a quick text to Monty, thanking him.

They pulled up to her house, nobody was home. Parents off on a date night and staying at a hotel and her little sister was staying at a friend’s. They went up to her room, both getting changed into pj’s before climbing into bed. They faced each other, staring at one another with soft eyes and small smiles.

Jeff leaned in, capturing her lips in a quick kiss. He went in again this time letting it linger and slowly kissed her again and again. His hand rested on her waist as hers scaled up his neck. Her fingers glazed over his short brown hair before slowly tightening her grip on his perfect strands. She felt him squeeze at her hip before gradually sitting up to prop himself above her. His kisses got deeper and stronger. She felt his hands climb up and into her shirt, his cold hands setting her skin on fire. She didn’t remember how they got there, tangled in one another. His lips left her puffy swollen ones and moved to her neck. He gracefully bit and sucked at the skin leaving her squirming under his touch. Finally after what seem like mere minutes he let her free. He fell back beside her, breathy and laughing. She gave him one little kiss before cuddling into her side. She felt him move pieces of her hair and heard him laugh.

“That’s gunna be a bitch to cover up, sorry angel.” He said before nuzzling her head with his own.

After a few moments she heard his breathing slow and become even, he was asleep. This made her smile. She had the boy she’s dreamt about since freshman year next to her, sleeping soundly. Her smile held as her eyes fluttered shut. Dreaming about the possible future.  

Detz (coffee shop AU) ch. 1

Dex drops his hands from the steering wheel of his parents car, a tired sigh escaping his lips. Keeping up with school, helping at his dads shop, his multitude of clubs, and work was beginning to take its toll on Dex’s ability to sleep.

He pulls out the keys and puts them in his pocket, trying to rub the the tired feeling from his eyes. At least he had managed some sleep the night before- the triplets had been at a friends house for a sleepover, and despite Bex being the only girl, the family she spent the night at had been cool wth it.

As Dex walks into the small cafe, he waves to his coworker, Sophie. She smiles back at him, and he can’t help but feel his face warm at the memory of how much he thought he liked her. It was actually sort of ridiculous- she had been his friend, one of his only friends, and he had done what he could to convince himself that the feeling of warmth was more than friendship.

It never was. He’d just… never had friends to compare it to.

The strawberry blond clocks in, grabbing an apron and putting it on, to add to his uniform. He takes Sophie’s place behind the register, and she goes to the back to help with the drive through.

A few casual customers that he sort of recognized walk in, and order a few things. He smiles politely at a pair of girls who were paying with all change, patiently counting out the money for their hot chocolate and mocha. A few of the other workers, he knew, would be immensely agitated, but he was patient. Money was money.

There was a couple more customers that came in, groggy and just waking up to get ready for the weekend. Dex could relate, honestly, but most of these people were quite agitated and rushed. He refused to let it get to him, and took each order with patience.

None of these people, ordering their lattes and mochas and cupcakes, were memorable. Just people ordering coffee, and that didn’t really mean anything to Dex. That was, until a pair of siblings came in.

He recognized the girl from his class. Biana Vacker- she was probably the most popular senior at his school- and her brother, well, he was a legend. Even for going to a private school, Fitz was amazingly smart, talented, athletic, and everything in between. And- although Dex would NEVER admit it- he was impossibly cute. Even more so than his sister, and that was saying quite a bit.

So no one could blame Dex when he failed to realize that the siblings had ordered. He was too immersed in impossibly pretty, teal eyes.

“Uh…?” Crap. Dex clears his throat, trying to ignore the look that Biana was giving him.

“Oh, sorry. What can I get you?” He tries, and fails, to pull his work persona mask on. Every single nerve was on end, and he knew his face would be bright red, based off of the heat covering it.

“Erm… I’d like a Carmel mocha, large and with whipped cream.” Biana says, clearly aware of what was going on in Dex’s head. C r a p.

Fitz is quite for a second, eyebrows scrunched up as if thinking. “I’ll have a medium hot chocolate.” His voice is quiet, and soft, and holy cow Dex didn’t know that a voice could sound that pretty. (No. Shut up. It’s not pretty, it’s just… accents are cute on anyone, it doesn’t mean I like him…)

Dex nods, face still red. “That’ll be $7.68.” He tells the brunettes, trying not to think, barely able to breath. (You are not attracted to this kid, he’s a rich jock that’s probably stuck up and is definitely way out of your league.)

Thank the lord, Sophie came over and saved the day. “Oh! Hey Fitz, Biana.” She nods, setting a hot cocoa onto the table. The mocha was most likely still being made in the back.

“Hi, Sophie! Sorry we didn’t get around to visiting you at work sooner.” Biana says, smiling brightly. “Fitz doesn’t like coffee, because he’s dumb, and it took me like two weeks to convince him to come.” She pouts, and Sophie giggles.

“Nah, it’s fine. You can stick to your Starbucks.” A small smile creeps onto Fitz’s face, as well as Biana’s.

“See Biana? Told you she’d see through it.” The boy says, and Dex definitely WASN’T thinking about how adorable that smile was, and how he really wished that it had been him putting it on the older boys face.

“Hey, it was worth a shot.” Sophie giggles.

“You didn’t have to drive out here, you know.”

“But we wanted to.” Fitz claims. Biana agrees with him.

“Ok, ok. Well, while you’re here, I figure you’ve met Dex?” She indicates the boy at the register, who was standing there awkwardly.

“H-hi.” He doesn’t look up in fear of his face setting fire.

“Oh! Hey, I think he’s in some of my classes. Chemistry… yeah! He’s actually really smart- the best in the class. And this is AP, man!” Fitz chuckles at the way Biana states this, and a flutter of warmth travels through Dex’s spine.

“Well, say something Dex.” Dex groans, rolling his eyes.

“You’re pretty smart too.” He deadpans, avoiding saying anything to Fitz.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the one who doesn’t know you?” Biana suggests, clearly indicating her brother. There was something far too knowing in her tone. Far, far too knowing.

Dex wearily looks up at Fitz. The height difference was striking, and Dex can’t help but… N. O.

“Hey…”

“Hi. I’m Fitz, and… you’re Dex.” Dex nods, and Sophie has to run off to get the mocha, for someone had called to her that it was done.

“Yeah… you’re Fitz.” He doesn’t add anything about how he already knew that.

“Hey, since you’re Sophie’s friend, would you like to go with the three of us to the pool tomorrow? It’s just opening for the summer, but being a senior I would understand if you can’t go. It took me weeks to clear my schedule for this.” Biana smiles innocently, but oh, Dex knows that she’s absolutely evil. All he has to do is turn it down… but the chance to befriend the most popular girl in school, and the most liked guy ever go to his school, that was hard. Especially when all he had planned the next day was sleeping and studying.

“Actually, yeah, I’m not doing anything tomorrow, I could go for a couple hours.” He claims. That didn’t mean he couldn’t take a nap and crash early- besides, school ended in just a week and a half. Sleep would be easy in the summer, and studying could come another day.

“All right-” she grabs a napkin, writing her number and Fitz on it and handing it to Dex. “Here’s our contact information if you have anything to say. Just say it’s Dex, I’m sure we’ll remember you.” She leans in, and says under her breath in a way Dex knew only he could hear, “Especially as the one that was too distracted by my brothers eyes to hear our order.”

Dex face goes from red to as hot as the sun. He chokes out a response, but Biana was pulling her brother out the door with their drinks before his tongue was capable of working again.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

//darn it, Sabina, this was supposed to be a one shot. A ONE SHOT. NOT A CUTE FULL DETZ STORY. Anyways if you like this I’ll have a new chapter soon but here ya go. This is unedited and on a whim, by the way, so sorry for any mistakes.//

Leverage College AU

So I don’t really like high school AU’s that much, and I don’t think a Leverage one would really work. Like at least with these guys, just high school isn’t enough to truly give them a chance to become masters in their fields—they need to mature a bit.

Not to mention high school au vs college au there’d be so many more cons to do. These wouldn’t be children taking on adults, without almost any training or experience. It’d be adults vs adults, albeit adults in training, kinda. Part of the possible corruption in colleges are just how big they are. Sure, you can have a high school with maybe 5,000 students, but that’d be a small-midsized college. There are so many things to go wrong, just in their own college. Administrative issues, club issues (who has more funding, clubs trying to get approved but they keep getting blocked by someone on the administration for a bs reason), tenure—most professors are older white men, how could there not be issues—biased teachers, bribed teachers who give certain student A’s, exclusive clubs, hell cheating, test score fraud (not just SAT’s, there’s the tests you need to take for post-grad education), scholarship competition. Hell, some asshole professors make it so there’s a pre-set number of A’s in the class—do you know the kind of sabotage that could happen?

Hell, we were given an episode about an exclusive fraternity abusing a psych experiment, along with the episode about safety standards and cheerleaders. Shit happens at college.

And if they’re in a city like Philadelphia or New York City, there could be dozens of universities around. There’s not going to be a lack of people needing help.

Parker originally wasn’t supposed to be there, but the track coach once timed her running and well. They promised her lots and lots of chocolate if she actually went to school enough to be on the track team, so she got a scholarship for college. She doesn’t really care that much, but she likes math and the calculations she learns help her plan heists. The amount of times the Physics department professors have had a discussion w Parker about ‘theoretical’ issues that she brings up and. Well. It’s Parker. She also has a minor in Political Science bc she thinks it’s interesting (Listen. Remember how in the Hockey episode she knew about Schilling’s Theory of Rational Deterrence during the Cold War. I don’t make the rules Parker does.)

Also, by being on the track team she gets to travel around a lot, and it’s a readymade alibi as for why she’s in that area. She doesn’t always plan heists around the places she visits, and she goes plenty of times by herself, but it’s pretty good cover.

Since she has a scholarship, they pay for her meal plan and her housing, along w books. No, she never actually uses that room bc hello, waaaaaaaay too obvious, but that’s the point. If everyone expects her to be one place, that would be the first place they’d look for her, give her some time to get away—classic misdirection.

She has like 3 other apartments and like 4 warehouses that no one knows about that she rotates through, both sleeping AND keeping loot. But she takes the free meal plan, she doesn’t have to actually pay for them so more money for her. Not to mention some of the books have good ideas. I’m not saying she gets all A’s in her classes, but she passes.

And really, who’d think a college student is a world-renowned thief? ‘Academic’ is not exactly synonymous with that kind of crime, especially a pretty, 21 year old blonde Physics major.

She’s also a (sporadic) part of the outdoors club. What can she say—they have some pretty good climbing gear, and sometimes it can be hard to constantly get rid of gear. Just a few things—the high tech stuff she gets herself, but the basic things that aren’t easily traced to her? Yeah, it’s convenient. Plus if she’s ever caught, asking why do you have climbing gear becomes a whole lot easier to answer. Also good practice.

Nate is an Art History undergrad, Philosophy grad student who’s the team’s TA. He and Maggie were high school sweethearts, got married their junior year, Maggie had their son a few months after graduation. Nate’s now a grad student. He worked for IYS two years after graduation, interned for them every year during summers in between school and was well on his way to being their star investigator when his 3 year old son died, and they wouldn’t pay for his treatment.

He and Maggie later got divorced, and he’s back at school. They give him a stipend for school, and he doesn’t have to pay for tuition. And well. A constantly drunk Philosophy student is almost expected—he doesn’t really get in trouble with his job.

Aaaaand Hardison. Now, Hardison’s a bit more unexpected. You’d think he’d be Computer Science, but Hardison would run rings around any comp sci professor he’d have—he was only 21, tops, when the series started. Like there is not really that much of a difference between Hardison in the first season and this one in regards to computer ability. He’s a sophomore, and about 19-20.

But this is Hardison. Hardison, who isn’t just a wiz with computers—anything he touches, he can do. “I’ve hacked history” he (correctly) proclaims after figuring out a way to duplicate a 17th century journal in just 24 hours. And then there’s the time Sophie was explaining the history of a piece of art when Nate interjects, saying they already knew all of that, when Hardison interrupts, saying he doesn’t know that much before the 1980’s. Hardison’s a damn sponge when it comes to learning. The dude literally became a lawyer in one day.

So, he’s not going to be a computer science major. He wouldn’t actually learn anything from that, there’s literally 0 point. He has so many minors–an art and design minor, a music minor, and a chem minor. He’s also part of band (hello, Hardison the violin prodigy). So, he’s a mechanical engineering major—a computer, he can buy himself, but a bunch of the gadgets and gizmos he can’t get himself—or at least not easily—he can get for free at the university. Not to mention access to state of the art labs.

He mostly does it at first for his Nana, and then he finds out he genuinely loves learning. And he has a scholarship, and the cafeteria has orange soda, so everything’s all good.

And remember how excited Hardison got in the cooking episode, when he got to fire a laser? Yeah, he gets excited for all the gadgets he has access to.

But he still isn’t on the straight and narrow at all. He’s a hacker, first and foremost.

And Eliot. Oh Eliot. He’s a bit older, maybe enlisted at 17 (he kinda sorta lied), and now 22 and going to college on the GI Bill (I think that’s right). Eliot is almost more of a Jack-of-all-trades than Hardison, and it’s much more unexpected. Like in the episode they made a guy think aliens are real, he had a discussion with Hardison up Fermi’s paradox in regards to other life forms, and Eliot brings up Drake’s equation saying that with a hundred billion stars in our galaxy there’s up to 10,000 technological civilizations “you never know when you have to fight an alien.” Eliot is smart, both street smarts AND book smart and just knows a bunch about every topic. So, he double majors in Liberal Arts and minors in kinesthesiology. After going through his first semester and joining the cooking club, he also adds Culinary Science to his major.

Eliot isn’t a D1 or D3 athlete, but he does a lot of intramural and club sports. From judo to archery to badminton to table tennis, he does it all.

As for Sophie, she’s a Psych grad student, Art History/Linguistics undergrad. Yes, you’d think she’d be a Theater major, but that’s way too obvious. A grifter, who’s a Drama major? Too obvious. Yeah, the reason why Sophie never gets caught is because she never gets audition—she’s a horrible actress when people are looking. You don’t really think “great liar.” I do think she genuinely tries, but it’s also another misdirection.

So much of what Sophie does is an understanding of people, how they tick, their behavior, why they do what they do. She went to a different university for undergrad, and she’s mid 20’s—and ofc, both undergrad and grad school are using an alias. But what Sophie does is mostly enacting her interpretation of human nature. God, Sophie could come up with another approach to psychology with how much she knows, could go down in the textbooks if she wanted.

As for what she’s been doing in between, well, she has a very good cover story for that. But she needs to lie low for a little bit, and fleshing out more of an alias can always help. She developed that Charlotte Prentice alias for 7 years, it’s not out of the realm of possibility she’d do this, especially if she needs to lay low. It’s her first year at this school, and she’s not really that invested but like Parker, it can be a good cover.

She’s met Nate before, same as in the series—he’s chased after her. Although, now that he’s not working at IYS, he doesn’t really care—it’s a big school, they don’t really interact.

And just because they’re now at a university doesn’t mean the first episode would go any differently, at least at first. Or, maybe there’s a faraway professor, named Victor Dubenich, who yes, assembles the team, but doesn’t actually realize Hardison, Eliot, and Parker go to the same university as Nate—he’s much more public than the others. And maybe they don’t realize they all go to the same college, at first. Like they realize that they all live near each other, but the same college?

Because one of the advantages to being that young is that sure, you have fewer contacts and fewer scores and assets but you also have less of a record, less of a trail, fewer chances for people to find out the details of who you are.

But yes, things can get competitive in academia, especially when those plans could be sold for millions of dollars. Except, it turns out it wasn’t even from another professor. It was from a (sleep deprived) grad student.

They still take him down, and makes a seriously ridiculous amount of money. And they all enjoy it more than they thought, like what they’re doing. They start to go their own ways—except not really.

And then they walk into their Intro to Philosophy class, the one that the school requires every major to take, even Sophie, and guess who’s the TA but Nate Ford?