hear me out - 28. nerd/jock with buckingham 👀
hi sails ily thank you for this, i love buckingham, my beloved. is this during canon? who knows. you tell me. also, it’s pre-buckingham!
Robin was not looking forward to the history test the following day, especially since Mrs. Click had assigned her to be a tutor. Sure, she had nothing better to do after class, but she’d like to have nothing better to do when she was in the comfort of her own home. Just because she was good at history, doesn’t mean she should automatically be the one that should tutor others on the content.
Also, if they were struggling in class and requested help, maybe, Robin thought bitterly, they shouldn’t be late.
It was during this silent fuming that the door to the small room in the library that Mrs. Click had told her that the student would meet her at opened. Robin’s head snapped up, ready to tear into whoever it was, only to be stopped short at the sight of Chrissy Cunningham looking at Robin with a nervous smile. Robin immediately melted, hating herself for it.
“I’m so sorry!” Chrissy rushed out upon seeing Robin, “I swear I was on time and then Jason insisted he needed to talk and wouldn’t let me leave without hearing him out and that took forever and then I had to walk all the way to the other side of the school to grab—”
“It’s okay,” Robin cut her off gently, charmed at her rambling. It reminded her so clearly of something she herself would have done. “You alright, though?” She asked, concerned. “I know Jason’s a bit of a tool, and he’s got this whole ‘holier-than-thou’ thing going on that kinda reminds me kind of a cult leader? Like, all charismatic and sweet and nice, but then threatening if you don’t follow his beliefs—I mean—” Robin cut herself off, covering her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say all of that. She cursed herself for her rambling, but before she could even start to apologize, melodic laughter filled the small room.
“I never thought of it like that,” Chrissy admitted, looking up at Robin through her bangs, a shy smile on her face. She looked as though she was fighting more laughter, and then it just burst out of her. “He really does, doesn’t he? With the way he’s been preaching, he’d definitely fit the bill,” she snorted.
Robin flushed, feeling her heart flutter at the sound of Chrissy's snort, which, what the fuck? She laughed with her, relaxing marginally. She shook herself slightly, history. Right. Tutoring for history. Not potentially getting a crush on the Queen of Hawkins. Robin had known she was pretty—duh, she wasn’t blind—but it was surprising to see her laughing at something like that.
Robin cleared her throat, “So, you’re having issues with history?” She asked, gesturing to the book that she had preemptively opened to the current chapter they had been looking at. Chrissy looked a bit saddened by the turn of conversation, but the look quickly cleared and she nodded, sitting down across from Robin.
“I don’t know what it is about history, but nothing sticks,” she admitted sheepishly.
“That’s alright! Let’s start with what you’re having problems with, and we’ll go from there!” Robin said reassuringly, smiling kindly at the cheerleader.
The following two hours passed a lot quicker than Robin had thought they were going to. Every couple of minutes, the two teens would inevitably get distracted by one topic or another, Chrissy seemingly just as easily distracted as Robin was. The conversation was easy between them, flowing as naturally as the Nile. When Robin’s watch went off indicating the end of their scheduled time together, she was reluctant to let the session end, wanting to prolong their easy companionship as long as possible.
Just as she was about to part ways with Chrissy, the cheerleader grabbed her hand.
“Robin?”
Robin turned immediately, “Yeah?” She asked, trying not to let the hope she felt show in her voice.
“Do you wanna hang out sometime?” Chrissy asked, looking as nervous and hopeful as Robin felt.
Robin was nodding her head before she even finished her question, “Yes, I want that—please. Sorry. Yes. I do.”
Chrissy’s responding giggles followed Robin for the rest of the day, leaving her feeling on Cloud 9.
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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when people reblog donation posts and say "donate what you can", I really feel like people aren't actually internalising it. not all of us can afford to donate $50, $100, more than that. but i know for a fact that there are thousands of us that can spare $2 or $5, and that all adds up.
it hurts so much to sit here and feel the limits of our own ability. we're not millionaires. we can't instantly fund these escape attempts. but these are bids for life, by people who never asked for the hellfire being rained upon them by sadistic colonialists, greedy for oil and land. they committed no crime other than being born in palestine. and of course it's unfair, to have to shoulder the weight of people's lives when we're all struggling to get by as it is. but our governments relentlessly fail us, they fail to scrape at the bottom of their cold dead hearts for their last dregs of humanity. it is so, so unfair, but it is up to the common man to save each other.
please. look at this spreadsheet. find a fund that resonates with you. and DONATE WHAT YOU CAN.
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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