I feel like after the Legacies Finale Hope and Caroline slowly started talking with each other, as in like a few months slowly, because Hope has had a pretty shitty and tentative thing with parental figures and Caroline doesn't want to push her too hard.
So she spends time with her own daughter and maybe at some point Josie comes back, maybe to visit, and obviously Hope is also going to be around Lizzie and Josie a decent amount and so Caroline uses that to her advantage to start talking and getting to know Hope, maybe asking about how she's doing and about the monsters, and maybe Caroline offers to tell her stories about her father because she also saw him in the same light Hope remembers.
Maybe during one of these conversations about her father, Caroline asks how the rest of the family is doing because she just assumes that the rest of the Mikaelsons have kept in contact with Hope or something, and she sees Hope's face drop and the pain in her eyes before it's quickly covered by fake apathy. Hope tells her she wouldn't really know since they haven't been in contact for a while and Caroline is confused now because she knows how much the Mikaelsons have given up for Hope but doesn't push it because of the lingering pain she can see in Hope's eyes and instead dives into the story of the Mikaelson ball and how Klaus danced with her.
Afterward, though, Caroline looks into Hope's school records and files finding out that the Mikaelsons didn't call or visit since Klaus, Hayley, or Elijah died. Freya had come for a few days when she had regained her memory of Hope after she jumped into Malivore but then that was it.
Maybe when she finds out Hope jumped into Malivore, Caroline looks deeper into files about the monster attacks and asks around the school for confirmation and additional information about what happened. The only constants seem to be her daughters and Hope. She can talk to Lizzie and Josie about this and the two do confide in her about how they felt facing the monsters but with the Mikaelsons not making contact Hope doesn't really have anyone to talk with.
And so maybe Caroline looks at Hope, someone who is a year or two over 18, and sees a wounded child that just wanted someone to love them and not lose them for once, a child that would let herself be used over and over again if it meant people would stay. Maybe she sees how Hope reacts to Alaric leaving and understands that while he wasn't the best parent, he was the only one around for her for a few years.
Maybe Caroline takes one look at Hope and wonders who her guardian is and finds out that gasp it's technically no one because the Mikaelsons signed custody of her over to the school so she could stay year-round at the school.
Maybe Caroline said fuck it and decides to officially adopt Hope and bring her under her name because she deserves someone to parent her and godamn it if no one else is going to do it then Caroline will. Maybe she brings it up to Lizzie and Josie first and the two of them would love nothing more than for Hope to be their sister legally since the three are already close.
Maybe when she finally brings it up to Hope, it's during a lull in another conversation about Klaus. Maybe Hope freezes and stares at Caroline quietly for a minute or two, wide-eyed and stunned. Maybe Caroline takes her stunned silence as rejection and immediately starts to backtrack before she gets an armful of the teary girl. Maybe Caroline sits there for a while, with Hope wrapped up tight in her arms and crying quietly, with Hope clinging to Caroline like she's her last lifeline until she stops crying.
And even then Caroline doesn't let go of her. She lets Hope cling to her, she strokes her hair and rubs her back but she doesn't let go. She's more than content to hold Hope until Hope herself is ready to let go, because she would wait however long it takes for this child.
And maybe Hope recognizes that. Maybe she recognizes that she's not getting rejected, that she won't get rejected, and allows the young, wounded part of herself to cling to Caroline, to cry because someone wants her. She lets herself be immersed in Caroline's warmth and in her scent and in Caroline's embrace that feels so much like her own mother's and just lets herself float in the moment. She tells Caroline she would love to be adopted by her after but for now, Hope is warm and content in Caroline's embrace.
After the adoption is officialized, maybe Hope starts sticking to Caroline's side a bit more. Maybe she allows herself to indulge in her more childish whims because she knows Caroline would never judge her for it. Maybe when the Mikaelsons come to Salvatore for one reason or another, Caroline chews them all out. She understands that they all have lives and are following their dreams but they should have checked up on their niece.
Maybe after, whenever someone asks Caroline how many kids she has, she answers them with the proud answer of three. She has three daughters who are as thick as thieves and understand each other better than anyone else. She has three daughters who will defend each other through everything. Maybe they're not her biological daughters but they are her daughters by choice and she will forever be grateful for having them come into her life.
Just my little brain ramblings. Started this like a month ago and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. Believe it or not, this came from a The Owl House tiktok I watched about Camila telling people Hunter is her son
Chat, I just got out of ap gov. Managed to survive, it was long as shit. Multiple choice was easy and I got to put my head down for 40 minutes. I finished my argument essay for the first time. Pretty sure I can lock in a 4 out of 5 on this test
Chat, officially committed to a college! I'm going to be majoring in Biology and minoring in Psychology, hopefully. It's insane to think all the effort I've put into highschool has lead me here
This study is being done by Dr. Lisa Littman, Dr. Kenneth Zucker, and J. Michael Bailey. The same people behind the “Rapid Onset Gender Dysphoria” and other Transphobic pseudoscience. Do NOT give information to them via ayagdos, they have a long history of retractions and reported misconduct.
Report this ad wherever you see it. The fact that staff allows this kind of shit yet still turning a blind eye to everything else is just pure hatred.
Burden of Proof:
The project is called AYAGDOS—brought to you by the same names behind “Rapid Onset Gender Dysphoria” pseudoscience.
If you see this, don't participate. It's a rigged study by Lisa Littman and unethical researcher J. Michael Bailey meant to undermine access
What kind of crime is this? What kind of people are these, stripped of all humanity, becoming more savage than beasts? An Israeli soldier pins down a Palestinian child, no more than sixteen years old, before a tank treads crushes him in cold blood… a scene that sends shivers down the spine and defies description. This is not a mere incident, but a fully-fledged crime, a stain on the conscience of all who remain silent. What kind of law is this that turns a blind eye? What kind of world is this that doesn't hear the cries of the victims? What is happening is nothing but stark evidence of the collapse of values, and that humanity is being slaughtered every day before the eyes of the world. This crime will not be forgotten… and will remain a testament to an era in which justice has been betrayed and conscience has been silenced.
I'm from Gaza… I never sought anything grand; I only dreamed of living a normal life, of walking on my own two feet, of working, of feeding my family with dignity. But the war took away even this simple dream… I lost my leg, and with it, a part of my life, and my hope.
Today, I can only walk with crutches; every step reminds me of what I've lost, and every glance from a child or any human being that passes me wounds me further. I see children being killed, I see homes being destroyed, and I wonder: Is there anything left called humanity?
I used to dream of a prosthetic leg… just a chance to stand again, to walk, to become a human being capable of living again. But even that dream began to fade, with limited resources and a lack of hope. If my words reach you… don't let them pass you by like the others. Perhaps your small help will be the reason I can start anew.
You need to post a comment on this website right now.
The FDA is considering a petition to make all trans women on estrogen enroll in a registry as a condition of our prescriptions.
If you are in the United States, you have the power to comment on this proposed regulation. The instructions for doing so, and more about the petition, are here. I just left a comment, and it took two minutes. You can do so anonymously.
The petition is bad for other reasons too. It blatantly singles out transgender women and asks for mandatory psychiatric gatekeeping of lifesaving gender affirming care.
right now there are 61 comments on the petition and all are in support of it. Being one of the voices that pushes back is the easiest thing in the world.
If you don't like those posts about how everyone on this website doesn't care about trans women, and wouldn't lift a finger to save us from genocide, here's your chance to prove them wrong.
If you are an expert, a medical professional, or a researcher, we especially need your voice. Please do not hesitate to leave a comment. Again the link is here.
read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
Be careful of the double-speak in the Update Post.
Staff has officially posted an update regarding the reblog decoupling, and while they are reversing the change for now, we need to look closely at the language they are using. This is a classic example of corporate "double speak" designed to de-escalate a PR crisis while keeping the door open for the same harmful features later.
The Post: Reblog Update: We’re Reversing the Change
The Red Flag:
"We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you."
The Breakdown: When they say they want to give every voice the credit it deserves, they are still justifying the decoupling of notes. They are framing the destruction of the original creator's attribution as a feature for the rebloggers or the loss of community. Their goal hasn't changed. They just realized their current execution was a technical and social disaster.
They also mention working "directly with some of you." This often means selecting a small, curated group of "power users" who may not prioritize the accessibility or safety needs that we have been fighting for.
Viral Hell & The Power of the Call to Arms
To my friends and followers: my condolences for going viral are accepted. I love you. Let’s look at the numbers. My original post on this has cleared 24,000 notes. This is exactly why a Call to Arms was necessary. When we first saw the decoupling, we saw the immediate theft of credit.
In my case, over 10,000 notes were stolen or hidden by the uncoupling before I even realized the extent of the damage. This isn't just a UI preference. It is the systematic erasing of a creator’s reach and legacy.
Why we cannot stop now:
Staff’s reversal is a tactical retreat, not a surrender. Their language proves they still intend to push for a version of decoupling in the future. We forced their hand because:
The volume of feedback was undeniable. 24k notes on a single advocacy post is a massive indicator of user dissatisfaction.
Emails and Support Tickets work. They specifically cited emails as a reason for the reversal.
Public pressure creates friction. By making this a PR nightmare on Bluesky and X, we made the cost of the update too high for them to maintain.
The Mission Moving Forward:
We have won the first battle, but the Double Speak in their post tells us the war isn't over. They are going to try to rebrand a change like this in a few weeks or months.
Keep the pressure on: Continue to reblog your concerns when they surface.
Stay Vocal: They are betting on us getting tired and going back to business as usual. We need to show them that our safety and our creative credit are non-negotiable. Continue to voice concerns when they surface.
We’ve seen that we can move the needle. Let's make sure they don't try to move it back when they think we aren't looking.
An additional thought on post-movie, Rumi and Celine reconciliation (or rather, two avoidant idiots trying to find some kind of stable footing in their relationship and failing horribly) (ft. Celine taking even more of a step back because clearly her teachings hurt Rumi so she's going to stay out of it from now on) (ft. Rumi trying to get any kind of reaction from Celine that isn't a, to her, passive-aggressive "whatever makes you happy")
Rumi, texting Celine a photo of a woman with like a buzzed head: I'm thinking of getting my hair cut
Celine: Okay.
Celine: Do what you want.
Celine: Just let PR and Bobby know beforehand. I'll smooth it over with the Board.
Which leads to Rumi pacing in front of the couch getting increasingly irritated at Celine. Writing and deleting messages she wants to think before just shoving the phone into Zoey and Mira's faces being like;
Rumi: See!? I told you she's pissed at me! But she can't just say that can she!?
Rumi: Nooo, she has to pretend she's fine with it all and then the next time we're together, she's going to be all *judgy.*
Zoey: But she says to do what you want and she'll help? It sounds like she's accepting it?
Rumi/Mira: Oh no no no. That's *not* what she's doing.
Rumi: "Do what you want" means she hates it and she's disappointed. *And* she's given up on me :(
Mira: Celine's basically disowning her.
Rumi: ...wait what. No that's not what Celine means at all.
Mira: Really? Because it's what *my* mother meant --
Zoey: To be fair, your mother has *problems*
Eventually culminating in an argument where Rumi is basically accusing Celine of constantly lying to her;
Rumi: Why can't you just be honest with me!?Just say you hate it! I know you do!
Celine: I said I liked it! Why is everything nice I say to you a lie!?
Celine: Why can't you believe that I love you and I want to support you!?
The words are out before Rumi realizes she's spoken them. Like she's been shot Celine jolts back, the practiced calm neutrality she's worn as long as Rumi can remember jarred out of place with the motion, and the expression of shock and hurt underneath lodges under Rumi's breastbone.
She sucks in a breath; the words are ready, lined up on her tongue awaiting their cue.
I'm sorry. I take it back. I didn't mean it.
Because she didn't, not really; when she thinks back over the course of her life she can only ever recall one time when Celine didn't stand by her with her arms outstretched and braced to catch her if she fell.
She shuts her mouth, the click of teeth meeting teeth a lock being shut, jailing the apology.
Because there had been one time Celine didn't, and the memory of it burns across her skin, the nascent iridescence of her patterns now clouded and brackish.
And she refused to keep lying.
Only the uncertain ring of the wind chimes out on the porch dares to ripple the silence between them, dares to tread around the words hanging thick as summer heat in the air.
Then Celine straightens, smooths invisible creases out of her slacks, adjusts the mask so its back in place.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Rumi," she says, as though she's addressing that one elderly board member who refused to retire until her pet crusade of Huntrix all having their natural hair colors saw success. "I'll- I'll see what I can do about...that."
She leaves her coffee on the table along with enough wons to cover both their tabs and leaves without another word, the bell over the door a tinkling knell.
Rumi sat back, a vice around her chest, and watched both their drinks go cold.
I feel like there might be a bit of a cultural difference going on here lmao.
95% of the time, if an asian mom is saying "okay. Do what you want," what she's *really* saying is, "your idea sucks and I hate it but I can't stop you so I'm washing my hands of this. Also I will 100% be making my feelings known at a later date"
Criticism = I care; Indifference = I have given up on this
Of course Celine really is trying to show that she cares by stopping herself from criticizing any of Rumi's decisions/ideas;
And Rumi is reading it as "oh she's stopped caring, therefore, she's given up on me, therefore, she hates me now"
Someone ... really needs to sit the both of them down and make them talk about their actual thoughts :')
//
@frozenwolftemplar
Eventually, after more agonizing than was strictly necessary, Rumi does cut her hair.
Not as short as the photo she had sent to Celine in an attempt to get her to care again -- Bobby would have a heart attack and her stylist would never forgive her -- but for the first time since she can remember, her neck is bare and her hair has started to curl again.
Unfortunately, such a drastic change resulted in the Board freaking out, despite Celine's best efforts, and meetings.
*Concerned* meetings.
Meetings that end with, "and we'll be sure to remind our performers that there's a confidential crisis line if they ever need support and aren't comfortable with going to their manager."
"Now if no one has any other matters --" Celine is saying, hand already resting on the lid of her laptop, clearly ready to conclude the meeting.
"I'm thinking of getting tattoos," Rumi says.
A room full of mostly middle-aged men and women turn to stare at her. Then they turn to stare at Celine.
Celine's face was making some very interesting expressions. Like she'd been asked to choose between eating garden slugs and kicking a puppy.
"That's--" she began.
Go on, say it. You hate it. You're disappointed I'm even considering it. This is highly inappropriate. What will the children say.
Just tell me the truth.
"That's fine, Rumi." Celine looked like she would have rather gotten hit by a bus. "It's... it's..."
Always appreciate having some cultural context dropped, for both learning and food for the brainworms.
(they're Mira's parents brainworms, because now I'm picturing her doing every bad/wrong/shocking thing she can think of to just try and get a reaction; a scold, a sneer, even a disappointed look, just something that shows they care enough to be upset.
They never do.)
and lol, thanks so much for the tag; the continuation of 'Rumi trying to get a reaction that's not 'it's fine' out of Celine') is not to be missed (Celine and Rumi basically pressing the buttons on their own blenders now)
Rumi, facedown on the couch: You're right Mira. She's given up on me. I'm dead to her.
(cruel, cruel irony, since Celine wouldn't...you know).
Mira: Really sorry Ru; it sucks when your mom disowns you. But you'll move past it.
(because Mira totally did. Yup, no lingering mommy issues here! She is good!)
Zoey: Aw...unnie... [flops onto her back to pancake pile her] Maybe you're overreacting? What exactly did Celine say you could do?
Rumi: Get tattoos.
Zoey:...
Mira:...
Zoey: In front of the board?
Rumi: Yeah.
Mira: ...Okay, I know she's disowned you, but how sure are we that's really Celine?
Meanwhile Celine's off wearing a hole in her carpet convinced she didn't hide her knee-jerk reaction of Absolutely not! Over my dead body! well enough and Rumi is now further convinced Celine hates her.
Of course, Bobby walks in while she's ^like this.^
Oh! What if Rumi like...actually really, really, super *doesn't* want tattoos. Like she really, really doesn't. The idea of going to a shop and getting stabbed with needles has zero appeal to her.
She only said it because it was like... a last resort but it clearly didn't work and now she's said she wants tattoos in front of the *entire board* and she knows Celine has lost so much face by approving her idea in front of the board.
So clearly she *has* to go through with it, right???
Mira: uh. No?
Zoey: That seems... not great?
Celine meanwhile is pacing being like, "I hate it. I hate it. I hate it so much. No, Celine, you promised you would be nothing but supportive. She is an adult. She can make her own decisions. You are going to be happy for her."
(Bobby, being held hostage: maybe just...talk to her??)
And the two of them just end up playing tattoo chicken with each other.
Every time they bump into each other it's an incredibly awkward and tense conversation because it seems like the only thing they can think to talk about is The Tattoo.
Rumi: I'm thinking of getting a whole sleeve, hand included. You know, something that's impossible to cover. (let's see her 'fine' this!)
Celine: That's...fine.
Rumi: WITH SKULLS!
Celine [gritting her teeth]: That's fine.
Rumi: AND GUNS! (no way she won't totally go on a rant about that)
Rumi [way too quickly]: So I scheduled the tattoo on Tuesday!
Celine [forced smile]: That's great!
Rumi [too brightly]: Yeah! Maybe you want to come with!?
Celine [also too brightly]: Yes! Definitely! I would not miss it!
(Meanwhile Zoey, Mira, and Bobby are watching this like 😬 because they have watched Rumi freak out about getting this tattoo and like... they didn't think it would get this far.
Mira: Have to say, letting them work this out is *not* working
Zoey: I thought one of them would have broken by now :/
Bobby: Girls, Rumi's tattoo appointment is *tomorrow*
i'm sorry now i'm just imagining the most awkward intervention ever
like, celine and rumi are both sat down on the couch, opposite ends because "celine doesn't care anymore 😭" and "Rumi surely doesn't want me sitting next to her, Zoey pscing around and Mira sitting on the coffee table glaring at them both but especially celine
Celine: So, girls, is there a particular reason-
Mira: Don't you think this charade has gone too far?
Zoey is on 'Mad At Celine Island' though she doesn't know why (and doesn't want to ask because she's spent so long being the girl that was always a step behind).
Mira is on 'Mad At Celine Island' because she's projecting so hard right now she's feeling like she's getting disowned all over again.
Rumi is on 'Mad At Celine Island' because she thinks Celine stopped loving her and she's about to get a tattoo that she really doesn't want and Celine isn't *stopping her.*
And Celine is on "Mad At Celine Island" because she's clearly doing something wrong and not being supportive enough of Rumi and Rumi clearly can see she really hates the tattoo idea because Rumi keeps asking about it.
Bobby, deeply uncomfortable and definitely not being paid enough to be part of this family drama, feels like everyone is two steps away from being on "Mad At Bobby Island" for letting this thing get so far to begin with.
An additional thought on post-movie, Rumi and Celine reconciliation (or rather, two avoidant idiots trying to find some kind of stable footing in their relationship and failing horribly) (ft. Celine taking even more of a step back because clearly her teachings hurt Rumi so she's going to stay out of it from now on) (ft. Rumi trying to get any kind of reaction from Celine that isn't a, to her, passive-aggressive "whatever makes you happy")
Rumi, texting Celine a photo of a woman with like a buzzed head: I'm thinking of getting my hair cut
Celine: Okay.
Celine: Do what you want.
Celine: Just let PR and Bobby know beforehand. I'll smooth it over with the Board.
Which leads to Rumi pacing in front of the couch getting increasingly irritated at Celine. Writing and deleting messages she wants to think before just shoving the phone into Zoey and Mira's faces being like;
Rumi: See!? I told you she's pissed at me! But she can't just say that can she!?
Rumi: Nooo, she has to pretend she's fine with it all and then the next time we're together, she's going to be all *judgy.*
Zoey: But she says to do what you want and she'll help? It sounds like she's accepting it?
Rumi/Mira: Oh no no no. That's *not* what she's doing.
Rumi: "Do what you want" means she hates it and she's disappointed. *And* she's given up on me :(
Mira: Celine's basically disowning her.
Rumi: ...wait what. No that's not what Celine means at all.
Mira: Really? Because it's what *my* mother meant --
Zoey: To be fair, your mother has *problems*
Eventually culminating in an argument where Rumi is basically accusing Celine of constantly lying to her;
Rumi: Why can't you just be honest with me!?Just say you hate it! I know you do!
Celine: I said I liked it! Why is everything nice I say to you a lie!?
Celine: Why can't you believe that I love you and I want to support you!?
The words are out before Rumi realizes she's spoken them. Like she's been shot Celine jolts back, the practiced calm neutrality she's worn as long as Rumi can remember jarred out of place with the motion, and the expression of shock and hurt underneath lodges under Rumi's breastbone.
She sucks in a breath; the words are ready, lined up on her tongue awaiting their cue.
I'm sorry. I take it back. I didn't mean it.
Because she didn't, not really; when she thinks back over the course of her life she can only ever recall one time when Celine didn't stand by her with her arms outstretched and braced to catch her if she fell.
She shuts her mouth, the click of teeth meeting teeth a lock being shut, jailing the apology.
Because there had been one time Celine didn't, and the memory of it burns across her skin, the nascent iridescence of her patterns now clouded and brackish.
And she refused to keep lying.
Only the uncertain ring of the wind chimes out on the porch dares to ripple the silence between them, dares to tread around the words hanging thick as summer heat in the air.
Then Celine straightens, smooths invisible creases out of her slacks, adjusts the mask so its back in place.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Rumi," she says, as though she's addressing that one elderly board member who refused to retire until her pet crusade of Huntrix all having their natural hair colors saw success. "I'll- I'll see what I can do about...that."
She leaves her coffee on the table along with enough wons to cover both their tabs and leaves without another word, the bell over the door a tinkling knell.
Rumi sat back, a vice around her chest, and watched both their drinks go cold.
I feel like there might be a bit of a cultural difference going on here lmao.
95% of the time, if an asian mom is saying "okay. Do what you want," what she's *really* saying is, "your idea sucks and I hate it but I can't stop you so I'm washing my hands of this. Also I will 100% be making my feelings known at a later date"
Criticism = I care; Indifference = I have given up on this
Of course Celine really is trying to show that she cares by stopping herself from criticizing any of Rumi's decisions/ideas;
And Rumi is reading it as "oh she's stopped caring, therefore, she's given up on me, therefore, she hates me now"
Someone ... really needs to sit the both of them down and make them talk about their actual thoughts :')
//
@frozenwolftemplar
Eventually, after more agonizing than was strictly necessary, Rumi does cut her hair.
Not as short as the photo she had sent to Celine in an attempt to get her to care again -- Bobby would have a heart attack and her stylist would never forgive her -- but for the first time since she can remember, her neck is bare and her hair has started to curl again.
Unfortunately, such a drastic change resulted in the Board freaking out, despite Celine's best efforts, and meetings.
*Concerned* meetings.
Meetings that end with, "and we'll be sure to remind our performers that there's a confidential crisis line if they ever need support and aren't comfortable with going to their manager."
"Now if no one has any other matters --" Celine is saying, hand already resting on the lid of her laptop, clearly ready to conclude the meeting.
"I'm thinking of getting tattoos," Rumi says.
A room full of mostly middle-aged men and women turn to stare at her. Then they turn to stare at Celine.
Celine's face was making some very interesting expressions. Like she'd been asked to choose between eating garden slugs and kicking a puppy.
"That's--" she began.
Go on, say it. You hate it. You're disappointed I'm even considering it. This is highly inappropriate. What will the children say.
Just tell me the truth.
"That's fine, Rumi." Celine looked like she would have rather gotten hit by a bus. "It's... it's..."
Always appreciate having some cultural context dropped, for both learning and food for the brainworms.
(they're Mira's parents brainworms, because now I'm picturing her doing every bad/wrong/shocking thing she can think of to just try and get a reaction; a scold, a sneer, even a disappointed look, just something that shows they care enough to be upset.
They never do.)
and lol, thanks so much for the tag; the continuation of 'Rumi trying to get a reaction that's not 'it's fine' out of Celine') is not to be missed (Celine and Rumi basically pressing the buttons on their own blenders now)
Rumi, facedown on the couch: You're right Mira. She's given up on me. I'm dead to her.
(cruel, cruel irony, since Celine wouldn't...you know).
Mira: Really sorry Ru; it sucks when your mom disowns you. But you'll move past it.
(because Mira totally did. Yup, no lingering mommy issues here! She is good!)
Zoey: Aw...unnie... [flops onto her back to pancake pile her] Maybe you're overreacting? What exactly did Celine say you could do?
Rumi: Get tattoos.
Zoey:...
Mira:...
Zoey: In front of the board?
Rumi: Yeah.
Mira: ...Okay, I know she's disowned you, but how sure are we that's really Celine?
Meanwhile Celine's off wearing a hole in her carpet convinced she didn't hide her knee-jerk reaction of Absolutely not! Over my dead body! well enough and Rumi is now further convinced Celine hates her.
Of course, Bobby walks in while she's ^like this.^
Oh! What if Rumi like...actually really, really, super *doesn't* want tattoos. Like she really, really doesn't. The idea of going to a shop and getting stabbed with needles has zero appeal to her.
She only said it because it was like... a last resort but it clearly didn't work and now she's said she wants tattoos in front of the *entire board* and she knows Celine has lost so much face by approving her idea in front of the board.
So clearly she *has* to go through with it, right???
Mira: uh. No?
Zoey: That seems... not great?
Celine meanwhile is pacing being like, "I hate it. I hate it. I hate it so much. No, Celine, you promised you would be nothing but supportive. She is an adult. She can make her own decisions. You are going to be happy for her."
(Bobby, being held hostage: maybe just...talk to her??)
And the two of them just end up playing tattoo chicken with each other.
Every time they bump into each other it's an incredibly awkward and tense conversation because it seems like the only thing they can think to talk about is The Tattoo.
Rumi: I'm thinking of getting a whole sleeve, hand included. You know, something that's impossible to cover. (let's see her 'fine' this!)
Celine: That's...fine.
Rumi: WITH SKULLS!
Celine [gritting her teeth]: That's fine.
Rumi: AND GUNS! (no way she won't totally go on a rant about that)
Rumi [way too quickly]: So I scheduled the tattoo on Tuesday!
Celine [forced smile]: That's great!
Rumi [too brightly]: Yeah! Maybe you want to come with!?
Celine [also too brightly]: Yes! Definitely! I would not miss it!
(Meanwhile Zoey, Mira, and Bobby are watching this like 😬 because they have watched Rumi freak out about getting this tattoo and like... they didn't think it would get this far.
Mira: Have to say, letting them work this out is *not* working
Zoey: I thought one of them would have broken by now :/
Bobby: Girls, Rumi's tattoo appointment is *tomorrow*
i'm sorry now i'm just imagining the most awkward intervention ever
like, celine and rumi are both sat down on the couch, opposite ends because "celine doesn't care anymore 😭" and "Rumi surely doesn't want me sitting next to her, Zoey pscing around and Mira sitting on the coffee table glaring at them both but especially celine
Celine: So, girls, is there a particular reason-
Mira: Don't you think this charade has gone too far?
