No Ordinary Exchange

talk the talk and walk the walk (except it's just talking)

1. Follow @ glographics on Instagram! She travels a lot and documents all her trips, so that in itself is awesome, but she also makes super educational posts/graphics about practicing anti-racism, microaggressions against BIPOC, and other aspects of BLM, too! She has a 30-day guide about being a better ally, so if you're financially able, I 100% recommend purchasing it. That said, remember her account is also a personal account, not one solely dedicated to education! So don't go clog up her DMs and expect her to teach you; use the resources she provides and go from there!

Big news, y'all - I finished writing this fic (by hand haha). That means it's now only a matter of typing and posting chapters (I've typed well over half the story by now I think?), so I have a question: would you guys like me to update weekly instead of every other week? I still have about a month until school (possibly) starts, so I think I'd be able to abide by that schedule at least for a while! Is that something you'd all be interested in?

And, to my Wattpad readers - do you think I should I submit this for the Wattys fanfic category (probably next year lmao)? Is it worth it? I don't know if I'm even close to being talented enough to stand a chance haha!

Also, I finally watched A:TLA and wow it's such a good show. Every time Sokka spoke I was like "Callum??" lmao. Aang is my favorite character (I've never seen another protagonist like him!! He's so amazing!!) and I definitely want to write a fic about him and the Air Nomad genocide bc he never truly had time to grieve yk? Anyways - this a/n is getting too long. Love y'all, thank you for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy the chapter! :)

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"Yes! Touchdown!"

Callum glanced up at the TV upon hearing Claudia's excited and familiar shout. The football game was away this week, meaning Soren and Rayla were obviously not in town, and also that Claudia had dragged him to her dorm so she didn't have to watch the game by herself. She had pointedly ignored his comment at the time that the truth, the real reason she demanded his presence, was that she felt weird screaming at the TV with no one else in the room. Her dismissal of his claim had only further cemented in Callum's mind that he'd hit the nail on the head.

Upon seeing it wasn't Rayla who'd scored for KSU, he redirected his attention towards the physics notes he was trying to study. He had a test on electromagnetism coming up, as much as he wished otherwise.

"Callum, are you even watching the game?" Claudia asked, amused, as she adjusted the lamp to her left to better examine her nails. She was currently painting them, alternating between black and... holo, or whatever that shiny, opalescent color was called. "I mean, I totally understand multitasking because there's a commercial break every time you blink, but I've only seen you look at the TV, like, twice this entire time."

"Three times, actually," Callum corrected as he turned the page in his notebook. Ugh. He loved physics, but sometimes he was really tempted to switch his major because of how rushed it felt the courses were. To digress - the only reason he knew exactly how many times he'd looked up at the TV was because Claudia had only shouted 'touchdown' three times, which meant he'd only checked in during those specific moments to see if Rayla had been the one to score.

"Okay, fine. Three times." Claudia lightly blew on her fingernails before turning to look at Callum, muting the TV with her free hand as a car commercial started playing. "Look, I know I kind of forcibly brought you here because I didn't want to be alone, but if you have stuff you need to do, don't feel like you need to stay. You are welcome to go back to your dorm. Don't hang around on my account. It won't hurt my feelings, I promise. I don't mind being the weirdo who shouts at the screen. You know. As if the players can somehow hear me."