#gabe.

That this is a symptom of PTSD:

She didn't know why she came. It was stupid in hindsight, wasn't it? Noemi didn't like parties, and without any kind of substance to keep her occupied, everything was too loud: the music echoing off the walls, people trying to talk over it. She could practically feel every gulp, laugh, and movement made inside. Outside was no better with just as many people clustered together smoking or getting fresh air.

Realistically, they were waiting for Aidan to spot them and kick them out — but they had an inkling of a feeling that he probably wouldn't have even recognized them if he did happen to locate them. Her current place of solace was the indoor pool, the one place it didn't seem like anybody was congregating yet. They just wondered how long before one of the BRO's spotted it and decided to cannonball.

"Hey," she muttered when someone came into view. Gabe. Her... squid in shining armor, who was considerate enough to bring Noemi as a plus-one. She had her feet dipped in the deep end of the pool, eyes hyperfocused on them, kicking them back and forth gently. "Saved you a seat," she said, patting the slab next to her.

for  purely  entertainment  purposes?  goldie  and  brooks,  without  question.  watching  the  two  dumbest  people  i've  ever  encountered  stand  there  telling  each  other  #exactly  while  simultaneously  misunderstanding  the  same  conversation  would  heal  something  inside  me.  brooks  strikes  me  as  the  type  to  accidentally  flirt  with  literally  everyone  because  he  has  the  social  awareness  of  a  dog.  goldie,  however…  #mamadontplay  that  girl  would  launch  the  atomic  bomb  over  somebody  saying,  "hey,  brooks!"  in  the  hallway.  saint  rivera  would  become  a  crater  by  the third  class of the day.  #nationalsecuritythreat

i've  already  spoken  on  this  once,  but  i'll  happily  say  it  again:  cece  and  stella.  i'm  going  full  #yuri  for  those  two.  i  don't  want  sunshine  and  rainbows.  i  want  yearning  so  intense  it  ruins  both  of  their  academic  careers.  i  want  six  months  of  aggressively  denying  feelings.  i  want  unnecessary  arguments  fueled  entirely  by  poor  communication.  i  want  one  of  them  to  storm  off  dramatically  while  the  other  stands  there  pretending  not  to  care.  healthy  relationships  are  beautiful.  however…  my  favorite  relationships  are  always  deeply  concerning.  #toxicwlw

respectfully…  SYDNEY  AND  MILO!  i've  seen  enough.  put  them  in  a  room  together.  make  them  accidentally  brush  hands.  have  one  of  them  say  "good  game,  man"  and  linger  half  a  second  too  long.  i'll  do  the  rest.  i've  already  got  ao3  open  and  i'm  halfway  through  outlining  chapter  one  in  my  head.  you  can't  stop  me  now.  break  the  stereotypes.  hold  hands  after  practice.  share  a  milkshake.  realize  you've  been  in  love  for  three  months  and  everybody  else  noticed  before  you  did.  google,  show  me  these  guys'  b-  #justonelockerroomscene

Heee~lloo, you can call me Aki! I'm here for the chaos. And Pei Ming.

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