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❛ you’ll think you’re in paradise ❜ 

“ during the apocalypse ?? you gotta do a really bang-up job of protecting me, then. and there has to be plenty of otter pops and s’mores and classic movies. paradise is supposed to be comfortable, right ?? ”

parenthood: is there anyone you’re not biologically related to that you consider ‘family’?

“ the family that i chose is just as important to me as my biological family. no matter what, through thick and thin, i’m there for @jackscnm, @ftlolas, @amymillcr, @aadics, @alockhearts, and @ofsalamanders​. once you get matching tattoos, it’s real. ”

rumble fish: who do you look to for guidance in times of need?

“ depends on what kind of need it is. it’d probably be either one of the people i trust most from camp or one of my siblings. weirdly enough, my eight-year-old sister gives some great advice. she just has a really clear perspective on stuff even when i don’t. ”

e.t.: what’s one ‘weird’ feature that you love about yourself?

♟ - “our muses share a bed”

“fair warning, marty, i kick and punch in my sleep,” tabby said with a deathly serious tone, staring marty directly in the eyes. “so, you can’t say tomorrow morning that i didn’t tell you i was an mma fighter in my sleep.” she adjusted her pillow so she could lay more comfortably. “it’s going to be especially hard since we’re in a twin bed… this is tiny, i’m not quite sure how we’re going to make this work. perhaps we’ll wake up with our limbs all tangled up, right?”

tabby taps her foot in the corner of the dance, always one of the earliest to show up to a dance like this. tabby apparently hadn’t gotten the memo about being ‘fashionably late,’ she was either on time or at least ten minutes early. luckily, now that she was a counselor, though, it appeared to be less of a nerdy habit and more of an occupational necessity. she had to help set up the dance anyways, and now she was here to chaperone it. there had been no need to break up any campers yet, but tabby would have to keep watching for the next few hours. even if she had a slight urge to find her friends and take them out to the dance floor. as if fate had read her thoughts, tabby caught a glimpse of marty also hanging about the barren dance floor. she slowly made her way over, hoping not to catch the attention of any of her superiors. “hey, stranger... we should really tell the dj that blasting gucci gang on repeat isn’t going to get the kids to come out and dance any faster,” she whines. “when will he go back to playing some real jams?”