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cassafrasscr · 3 months

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Because I'm having a bad fucking chronic pain day, and feeling some type of way about it, I'm gonna rant more about Ashton.

Can we talk about how Ashton talks about their pain? Or rather, how he doesn't?

I think Ashton's actually mentioned actively being in pain, like... 3 times in the 86 episodes they've filmed so far? The first time that I can remember is during/immediately after Imogen and FCG delved into their mind and actually experienced what it's like to live in their body.

The second time was in the second episode of the Issylra arc, when the group is packing up to move towards Hearthdell, and Ashton mentions off-hand that he was in pain the night before.

And then the third time was e86. When Ashton collapses after dropping his Titan form, and Orym asks if they're okay, Ashton’s response is along the lines of "I'm fine, it just hurts."

You know what Ashton says a lot more often?

I'm so tired. I'm exhausted. We should really take a rest first. Can we please take a fucking rest now?

It seems subtle at first, but as someone who has chronic pain it hits hard. 'Cause most of the time that's exactly what I say.

Because when you're in pain all the time, the healthy/abled/non-chronic-pain-havers around you don't want to hear about it. It makes them uncomfortable.

Being in constant pain and giving voice to it makes you a whiner. A complainer. A wuss. A flake.

Have you tried yoga? Or drinking more water? Or the current fad diet?

So instead, you learn to allude to it in ways that won’t make the ableds uncomfortable. For me, a lot of the time, that takes the form of:

"I'm just really tired."

So, seeing Ashton pushing themself well past their limits to keep up with their friends and doing what the other Hells want - only to end up completely nerfing themself with 2 points of exhaustion... hits very close to home. Especially seeing most of their friends completely disregard their pain until they couldn't anymore.

Orym is really the only one who consistently shows any consideration for their chronic pain - and the boundaries and limitations that go with it. I only had a handful of friends like that when I was younger, and I treasured every single one of them.

As the kid who always got left behind to walk with a chaperone on field trips because I couldn't keep up with the other kids... it brings back a lot of that frustration and hurt to see it playing out like this for Ashton, but also validates it in a way I'm profoundly grateful for.

Anyway. That's all I have to say about that at the moment. I'll climb down off my soapbox now.

(Really slowly though, 'cause my knees are fucking killing me.)

#i continue to have a lot of feelings about Ashton #i'm in a lot of pain right now #and i'm big mad about it #taliesin jaffe is so good at representation #ashton greymoore #cr3 #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr3e86 #chronic pain #meta #character analysis #long post

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fortheloveofkonig · 1 year

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

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vickyyoon · 7 months

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Paring - best friend hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre : smut, fluff

Warnings : heart melting amount of fluff and very very soft sex.

Synopsis : your best friend always had feelings for you but you never came to know that especially when you found yourself so little next to him.

You were slouched on the couch with your best friend hyunjin's head on your shoulder as you watch a movie that was apparently " super popular and amazing".

Soon you guys got bored and decided to catch up on somethings you guys missed out when he was visiting his grandma.

You ranted and ranted on and on to him about how you were just so single and it burned your skin watching couples. Your family always made you feel left out because of that.

" they always go on group dates with my cousins, relatives, siblings and others. I could be there with them right now but Is it because I'm ugly? Am I not good enough? Why do I have to be single! " you were about to explode in anger.

"like this time again? That's so rude honestly. I mean they're your family" he watched you rant on and on smiling and finding it cute.

" they don't even call me! They just leave me all alone! How hurt could I even be? Why is everyone taken!?" you cry.

You looked like you were about to tear up. And he gave you a comforting hug. You had rare friends that comfort you like him. You always wondered how he was so patient listening to you for hours.

" I find your stories interesting and funny. That's why I like you." making you happy and feel a bit better.

You go to the kitchen and bring out a bucket of ice cream you keep for yourself especially on these days. He watched you shove your mouth and rant on and on... again.

It was entertaining until you brought up a boy. " You remember Lee know? Well I always liked him but he's been so distant I swear I can't reach him. I feel like being with him for the rest of my life but he's always so much better than me and it makes me feel so small" you pout.

" at this rate I'll be single forever. I wish I could get close to him. If school ends how will I ever be with him?!" you were tearing up from that thought.

His face changed too he wasn't smiling like before, he looked a bit hurt. He couldn't even hear you when his mind flood with thoughts.

Such a pretty girl, what a pity she isnt taken. And if you would be his he would be the happiest person in the entire world. He remembered when he was in that same loop hole.

Waking up drenched in sweat with the thought of you being with someone else. He worked so hard just to be your friend. He worked even harder just to be your best friend and now his mind only ached with those memories of how hard he tried.

He liked you since first grade. You were the apple of his eye, A sweet melody played on his mind when he thinks about you. In fact whenever he sees you, he only finds good memories. Like the beautiful scenery of a field of colorful flowers or a dawn where the sun's ray of light hit the waves of the sea on a misty blue morning.

You were his only reason to live. You were his only purpose to find life because he was lost before he found a reason to live.

Today his heart ached to hear such a thing from you. Tears threatened to leave his eyes but he knew very well how much it swells in your heart to not have the person you want close to you because he's been though all of that.

You could tell something was wrong. " H-hyunjin? Is there something wrong?" he shook his head smiling at you.

"No it's just that minho is taken, didn't you know that?" he couldnt believe but he's lying now.

" wah-what? But no one told me!" to add feul to the fire he lies even more. "it seems like they're in deep love too. He said he's planning to propose to her after graduation.I'm surprised you didn't know That" hyunjin said.

"wah-what no! Why? Wh-why is this happening to me?" you were breaking down and he came closer to you and gave you a comforting hug that you cried onto his shoulders in seconds.

" If you're really looking for someone..." he pauses. " you have me. I'm ready to be yours. I've always liked you." you froze in your place.

He pulls out from the hug. He stares at you who was speechless. You know you've always liked him but you always knew that he was never going to be yours especially when he's just your best friend who always looks out for you. You could never loose him so you always pushed that tight far far away so much so you found yourself looking for others to keep yourself distracted.

"I-I'm really sorry if you don't think of me like that." he stumbles over his words ready to leave.

"wait." you grab his wrist sitting him down. "what do you mean you've always liked me?" and he stared at you before telling you how he's spent half of his life just chasing you.

It was the first day of 1st grade that his eyes landed on you. From then he liked you. That feeling grew much bigger by each grade.

" if you remember that field trip in 7th grade where we went to a huge mountain. I only stared at you looking at the mist and fog near the railing of the huge mountain. You looked liked my lost happiness." and from then he chased after you even harder,

Shifting his body, mind, behavior and likings just to be perfect for you.

You just stare at him only wondering how this popular hot boy only ran after you when he was surrounded by pretty people.

"it wasn't just your looks, your smile reminded me of my first time star gazing with my mom. I could remember that moment only when I saw you smile." you flushed.

" it started with just you but then I fell harder for your personality, behavior and kindness. How could you exist? How could a person like you even exist? I only knew I needed you."

This was when he became your best friend. "it didn't mean anything if it meant changing myself for you. I would happily do that to be a better person. Maybe I don't know my real self because I changed for you but I'm happy like this."

You were crying again. You only needed to hug him. " if only you be mine, my soul will rest in peace." he said kissing your forehead and you nod your head in his chest.

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Somewhere in between those tears you two were turning hot and burned from the inside, searching for that one feeling of relief.

Before you knew it, you two were making out. You were on top of him while sat still. Eating each other hungrily.

Out of some intense climax you started grinding on his hard bulge hinting him what you were craving.

You took off your hoodie and your little top, then your pants, underwear and bra. You guys stripped every piece of clothing off of each other.

You could only admire his physique just wondering why you didn't ask him out earlier. This all could have been yours.

He was shaking pulling down his boxers. He came towards you with his hard pink red cock leaking pre cum. It was big.

You were resting your head on the armrest of the couch. He lifts your legs to your chest. Staring at your wet cunt.

He picked up your wet slick and stuck a finger inside. Making you whine at the feeling. He admired your sweaty red flushed face.

He licks your wet cunt, the texture of his tongue shivered you.

You didn't know if the feeling was because of the sensitivity of your first time or the feeling of being fucked by hyunjin made you this mess.

You were whining and whining until he started to pump into you. Lewd moans escaped your mouth.

You were grinding on his fingers. " Pl-please. I just fuck me already." just waiting for him to fit inside you.

Without another word he sticks his cock in you giving you a stretch you think youll never find this good. Before you knew it he was slowly thrusting in you.

" that feels good. I always knew your walls you'd feel good but never thought it would feel as this good." he moaned.

Shit...this wasn't him fucking you. It was him making love to you

His wet lips draped over your entire body. Covering you with marks and wet kisses. Touching everything single soft parts discovering you and your favorite parts.

The feeling was tingling. Even though his thrusts were slow and agonizing, the feeling made you blush harder with every thrust. Just the thought of him in you, and how much he wanted you. You finally felt wanted.

" Y/n I've rejected every single girl I my life, hoping I'd have you one day." he claimed. " and you're not ugly, it was me who warned all the boys off."

Though the confession hurt you, you liked how he did so much just to get to you. " only if you asked me out earlier, I wouldnt have to do this." those words spun in your head.

You realize how he's been hinting you all along but you've never thought of it like that.

" oh please! Mmh- just please go faster." a tear slips down your face.

This pace picks up a bit faster. The feeling has your walls wrapped around him.

" baby please loosen up, I might not last any longer if you keep up like this." he moans his face flushing aswell.

His face is buried in the crotch of your neck and you can feel his burning hot cheeks and sweat. His breathe was shaky and warm.

With every thrust you felt bubbling up, so much closer and closer to your first orgasm.

And him kissing and caressing your face did not help. The thrusts got sloppier and sloppier till it only made wet sounds.

" ahh I-Im close." you chocked on a moan, he moved even faster. Til both of you came together.

Both a panting, shaking mess. The feeling was euphoric, you wanted this every single day. Forget about Lee know.

" now are you still single?" he asked laying beside you looking at you stare at the ceiling.

"then will you be my boyfriend and be only mine?" you chuckled but looking back at him the question was his life. His eyes were teary.

" ye-yes! Ofcourse" he said. And you can see the sparks in his eyes. He really wanted you, and he really needed you. He looked like he won in his life.

#kpop #hyunjin smut #Hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #Hyunjin x reader #Straykids #Skz #Hyunjin ff #straykids smut #skz smut #straykids fic #skz fic #skz ff

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hetalia-club · 7 months

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I'm not normally one to rant or anything but here goes.

I hesitate to tag this. but I feel it needs to be said, in fact I feel it HAS to be said or I think this fandom is just going to be done for within the next 5 or so years. People need to read this and understand what is happening within the fandom and not continue this behavior or turn a blind eye to it.

This fandom has a SERIOUS problem. I don't say that lightly either. I feel like 99% of this fandom are sweet and caring people. but we have that 1%.

This 1% is killing the community in this fandom. How is it okay to message someone, demand they make a statement on THEIR blog and when they say they don't want to talk about it you then tell them you wish they would die a horrible death?

TW for suicide and SA! (you have been warned) Long rant below. (preempted note to let everyone know that I am fine, I am not posting this for people to feel bad for me. I am using my own experiences as examples, but this is not a 'me' issue this is a fandom issue)

Why is that so normalized here? The vague blogging and the call to arms people in this fandom do is actually disgusting. Picking one person and just beating them down until they eventually leave the fandom and at the SAME people will be like. "Why is the Hetalia fandom so small?" Who wants to be in a fandom where making one statement that's not even bad could get you death threats?

I don't think the fandom realizes how hurtful what they say can be. Sure you might not have liked a post someone made because you disagreed. Well then scroll down, hit the block button and carry on with your life. Why do some of you feel it is acceptable behavior to make mass posts calling out someone or going into their inbox to tell them you wish they would kill themselves?

I say I don't like Spamano and people say they want me dead. I say I don't want to talk about IRL politics on my parody Hetalia blog and my life and entire country is threatened.

I say we shouldn't insert our ships into everyone's lives and let people ship what they want and not feel forced to appease you. and you guessed it people wish terrible things onto me and my body.

I feel the only way this behavior will change is if we start calling it out more. I know it will feel repetitive but I think ignoring it is only making it worse at this point.

I know a lot of people would read this and think "If you don't like it then leave the fandom" well YOU'RE the issue. This is not normal behavior. These are not actions of someone who is mentality well. Why should I leave a fandom I've been in for 10 years because some idiot cannot handle that I don't like shipping characters together? How is that impacting their life at all?

a few months ago I made a post and it was highjacked and someone totally just took it over and added their own thing onto it talking about SA. Totally out of left field not related to what I posted at all. I simply messaged them and asked them if they could please remove the comment as I am a survivor of SA and it don't think it was funny or appropriate to add onto my post and they just said. "No I can say anything I want to. I was talking about Hetalia so it's fine." like what do you mean no!? Who responds that way? What a normal considerate person would do is say "I'm sorry of course! I can just go make my own post." but no they just left it there. It's still there, won't say which post or who it was because it doesn't matter anymore.

But this is the kind of behavior I'm talking about. This weird entitlement of everyone being so defensive and angry all the time. Just wanting to pick a fight over nothing. You never know if simply saying something like (Example) "I don't really like Austria" Could land you 100 anons all saying they wanted you to off yourself. It's like a game of Russian roulette. It's a very stressful environment for a big creator to be in. All it really takes is the wrong person to see a post you made and disagreed with and all of a sudden they are making posts about you without mentioning your name but are CLEARLY about you saying "This person hates all Austrians, they are a neo-nazi and we should all block them and send them hate and also let's just reword what they said to make it sound 100x worse because people won't read the original post and they will just believe us." Who would want to be a creator in an environment like that?

would you believe me if I told you I still to this day am getting someone in my inbox calling for my r*pe because of the stupid fucking beauty pageant poll I did? Is that not insanity? Who is that person? Wtf is their life? I personally could not imagine sending hate to anyone for any reason, and if I did it would be off of anon and I would say it with my chest. Because in order for someone to push it that far they would have to saying some absolutely terrible stuff to make me take time from my day and life to give them negative energy.

The fandom is shrinking because of the 1% driving them away. They come after artists who draw a character in a way they don't like. They come after writers for depicting a character in a way they disagree with. They go after shippers for portraying their ship 'wrong'. They will comment on people's fun little head canons and just leave the rudest most unnecessary comments thinks like "He wouldn't do that" like okay?? Thanks for your insert betty sue. And it's always when you were never trying to set someone off is when they lose their minds. They do not understand even if a blog is big and has a lot of followers it is still THAT creators blog. they are a person not an identity who just churns out content for just you and they have to say and do whatever you want.

Another thing the 1% like to do on here is they will wait for you to say something and then they will jump to attack a person who does the thing you said you dislike and they will tell that person "blog name XYZ said you are a horrible person and I agree kill yourself" That one is a near direct quote I got not too long ago. I got several like that and actually had to message said creator and say "Why are you mad at me?" and they were completely confused, had no idea how they decided to attack me because of what they said. When I tell you that the 1% are sitting there frothing at the mouth wanting to send hate and death threats I mean that 100%

It's not JUST me either. All creators in the Hetalia fandom I'm sure could tell you about upsetting hate they received and had no idea what they even did or said wrong. I have spoken to former Hetalia blogs ones who I used to call my pals before I went on my hiatus and came back. They all said they left not because they started hating Hetalia but they left for their mental health because the 1% got too bold and unchecked. This was never an issue before quarantine. I know it brought a lot of new fans and that's great! But I also feel along with bringing in some wonderful people it brought in some really dark minded people as well. Saying "Just disable anons and move on" is also not a solution. these people are still here and if they're not bothering me or you they are tormenting someone else because that's what these people do. That 'someone else' may only need the tiniest nudge at the edge and they may just actually hurt themselves. You don't know people. You don't know what everyone is going through. You don't know what someone's life is like outside of here.

PLEASE Please! stop telling people to kill themselves. Stop telling people to go get R**ed in a gutter. Get some help talk to a therapist, a friend, a trusted teacher, a life coach, your parents, your sibling. anyone! And if you don't have anyone in your life you can talk to you can message me and we can talk about what you're going through. I'm sure any other Hetalian on here would say the same thing. Bloggers are real people.

International suicide hotlines

Website to help you find a therapist in your own country and in your price range

I know I will more than likely get hate for posting this. Which is upsetting to just know is going to happen but someone needs to say this because it's getting kind of out of control these last couple months I feel.

if you read this through reblog it, spread it around let the people who NEED to see it see it.

#hetalia #this needs to be said #if you are offended here just know YOU are the problem #stop sending threats to people #stop attacking creators

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 16: 20 questions

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Requested by: @bestsuspect005

~~~~~~~~(later that night)~~~~~~~~

“c-come on, you gotta know something?” Bella stuttered out from her bed. I sighed snapped my book closed and turned to her. I was setting at her desk helping her with a project, or I was supposed to. I'm actually doing most of it and being interrogated about the Cullens and now the pack.

“seriously I don't know” I said. “I just now started hanging out with Emmett” l stated. Bella looked at me confused. “What now?”

“I figured you and Emmett were dating” I shrugged sadly. I guess we kinda are but we hadn't put a label on it yet. The world wanted us to be together but we never talked about what we actually wanted.

“there's really no labe on it right now” I mumbled.

After a few debits with Bella she ended up falling asleep before she could finish a conversation with me. I sighed deciding to use the quiet to my advantage. It didn't want to move so I sat at Bella's desk with my blanket wrapped around me and worked on my Labtop as Elvis Presley softly played in my earbuds.

The window slowly opened and turned around as my heart pounded. I raised an eyebrow confused as Edward slipped in. He stopped dead in his traks and we both staired at each other for a bit.

“hi....” he said dragging out the word looking like a dear cought in the headlights.

“hi?” I repeated.

There was complet silence except for Bella's soft snoring. Edward stood there in silence fiddling with his thumbs. I smirked and tilted my head. “so... You come here often?”

He nervously chuckled and looked everywhere except me and Bella's sleeping body. I rolled my eyes with a smile as I closed my labtop.

“kinda creepy bro” I said as I left Bella's bedroom to go get some sleep.

The next morning Emmett came over before school. I cooked Bella and Owen's breakfast as he sat at the dinning room table flipping through a horror magazine I felt on the table a couple days ago. I heard a pair of feet hit the first two steps than obviously fake cough.

Owen came into the kitchen with his hand on his stomach. “sis, I don't feel good” he said planly. He didn't trying to fake groans of pain just stood there emotionless. Emmett looked at him from the table concerned.

“what's up?” I asked feeling his forehead. He shrugged and said. “I just don't feel good... Can I stay home?”

I looked at him with a questioning look. You could see the plea in his eyes. The worry as he stood before me. I cleared his throat and his fluffy hair fell over his eyes and he looked down.

“yeah, you can stay home” I mumbled hugging him. He went of stairs and I shared a concerned look with Emmett.

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“you wanna play 20 questions? I feel like we don't know much about each other expect our supernatural aspects” Emmett asked as he grabed a tree and spung around it.

We were out in the woods a couple of miles away from the school. We decided to ditch the rest of the school day plus a history field trip.

“okay, I'm an open book” I said as he grabed my hand to help me climb up a rock.

“okay...” he chuckled. “Who's your favorite singer or band? Edward Isn't the only one in the family who loves music”

I nodded as I sat down in the grass next to him. “staring off mild, huh?” he shrugged waiting for his awnser.

“Elvis presley... He's my favorite” I responded proudly trying not to go into one of my Elvis rants.

He gave me a big smile that showed his dimples. “I love Elvis... I went to the 68 comeback Special, ya know”

My eyes widened with amazement he told the story of him, Carlisle, and Damon when to see the special and how they had to keep Damon from eating Colonel Tom Parker. And aprently Rosalie dated Elvis for a bit, that was before he met Priscilla of course.

“I've never been more jealous of a group of vampires” Emmett laghed. “okay, next question”

“what's your favorite Elvis song?” he asked. I raised an eyebrow. “as much as I love talking about the King of Rock, your gonna waist question #19 on that?”

“as long as I'm learning about you and talking about you there's not waist” he responded with God's honest truth. His gold eyes held nothing but love and admiration.

“Can't help falling in love and Suspicious minds” I responded. He nodded like he was mentally taking notes.

“favorite movie?” he asked. “I'm guessing your a movie lover with you talking about film school and all”

“I love horror, but my favorite movie is either Once upon a time in Hollywood or The Shining”

Emmett nodded. “I love Quentin Tarantino's movies” I nodded. “me too, he kinda inspired the who movie direct career”

“if could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” Emmett asked.

“Memphis Tennessee” I awnsered. Emmett smirked like already knew why. “I bet you could take a wild guess why” I laughed.

“there's only one reason to go to Memphis Tennessee” Emmett laughed. “Graceland?” I nodded with a smile.

The rest of the questions would seem useless to anyone else but it was important to him. It seemed to matter that he knew my favorite book or what food I like or dislike. He acted like he was holding one to everything like it was valuable information.

“now last question” he said. I perked up waiting for it.

“will you be my Girlfriend?” he smiled softly. I looked at him shocked. I closed the gap between us and placed a loving kiss on his lips. “Yes”

He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek pulling me in for another kiss. I placed my hand on his Broad chest and gently pulled away. “my turn to ask the questions”

“okay” he asked like there was nothing that could phase him.

“what's your favorite book?” I asked.

Emmett shrugged and thought for a bit. “I don't read much but I guess I would go with The Great Gastby”

I smiled. “I love that book”

The questions remained innocent like he did with me. Like him I listened intently and held on to every word. I thought about asking but then again it might have been to personal. I only had one question left and the one I wanted to ask I was still debating on whether or not I should. Emmett could tell I was think and he tilted his head.

“what's up?”

“How long have you been a vampire Emmett?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder. He stayed silent for a second. Thinking I over stepped I quickly raised my head in a panic. “you don't have to awnser... I'm sorry if I over stepped.”

He stopped my rambling with a gentle kiss. “calm down, it's okay” he pulled me back closer to him so my head to go back on his shoulder.

“Since 1935” he replied. I chuckled. “Wow you're old” he let out a laugh and playfully shoved me. I looked down with a more serious face. “H-how did you become one…you don't have to tell me”

“I was born in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. My family was big on hunting and me and my brothers were pretty good at it too.” Emmett sighed then looked at me. “I was stupid growing up, ran with the wrong crowed and got into gambling and drinking…it wasnt my gretest molments” he let out a scarcastic chuclke.

“One day I went on a hunt by myself for the first time… i found a bear and i wasn't quick enough to shoot it”

“The bear molled you, didn't it?” I asked softly and carefully. He looked down and laced his freezing cold fingers with mine. “Yep” he simply said.

“I was losing too much blood and was ready to die..I expected it but then Damon and Rose found me. The only way I can describe it was an Angel and Devil arguing over whether to save or ditch me.” he said as i pitchered the saniro play out in my head.

“At the time damon was really battling the urges to drink human blood that’s why he wanted to leave but in the end he help rose bring me to carlisle and changed me” I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his muscular one.

He lost a lot back then, But that was an understatement. I looked down and cleared my throat thinking of the outcomes if I opened up about my parents death. It probably took a lot for him to tell me about him so it was only far.

“I-I lost my parents about 7 months ago” I started. Emmett looked at me with hurt in his eyes. He gently laced his fingers with mine as I spoke.

“I was at this slumber party thing with my marching band from my old school. Things like drinking and other stuff started happening and I got scared so I called my parents.”

“it was also raining really bad and they both got out in the middle of the night to come and get me. I think part of them were convinced that I was part of all the drinking so we started to argue” I felt the tears prick my eyes as felt the guilt flood me.

“We slid off a bridge and me and Owen were the only survivors” I rest my head on his shoulder a cried softly. “I blame myself and it so hard sometimes”

Emmett placed his ice cold hand on my chin and lifted it up gently. “it's not your fault no one blames you” he said softly. I looked into his gold eyes thank full I had him in my life.

“as long as your with me you'll never get hurt” he said truthfully.

“you promise?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “I promise... And after we graduated I promis to take you to Graceland” he said softly kissing my forehead. I softly chuckled at the last part as he smiled at me.

I made me feel safe. Since mom and dad died I felt his unnerving pain through out my body. I was lost and Emmett saved me. God what's happening to me.

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katz-chow · 10 months

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blissful ignorance

synopsis: Grey's Anatomy is not a show that is praised for its medical accuracy. Although some cases are better than others, this show is just downright frustrating to the trained eyes. aka: 141 boys really appreciate their Doc and love to entertain their many rants.

warnings: sfw but nsfw jokes, fluff, platonic reader but they're close with Gaz & Soap, Grey's Anatomy, medical gore(?)

a/n: i genuinely hate Grey's Anatomy so much, I too, have not watched a single episode. Sorry for those who love this show, but I just can't watch it without being upset at its inaccuracies. So if I get any show things wrong, my bad guys.

Being a medic meant there was a lot of time in between saving 20 men and women in an hour to having nothing to do but count how many flushes you have in the storage room. But when the time hits, there's never enough of it.

But you managed, you always did, because being a head medic meant that you had to be 3 things; quick, efficient, and decisive. You were a master of these values and elements, which made you the best medical personnel this task force had ever seen. From being your field medic's eyes to managing medevacs when they land in your medical bay.

Today was different, however, because well...there was no one hurt. It was as if God had answered your prayers and given you the chance to clock out at 4 pm instead of 4 am.

Trudging over to the rec room, the boys were also left to their own devices for the rest of the night. Soap laid on the cracking leather couch with his feet up on the small wooden coffee table with Gaz on the floor by his feet, a plate of food in his hand. Price and Ghost were on their bets again as the foosball table shook underneath their intensity and focus for 50 bucks.

"What're you two watching?" You smiled as you sat down on the couch with them, propping your legs onto Soap's lap.

Gaz took a piece of a salty cracker and reached up behind him for you. You reach forwards and bite it out of his hand. "We're watching Grey's Anatomy, apparently it's the only thing on right now."

You scoffed as you chewed, throwing your head back onto the leather armrest. "Fucking hate this show, it's so damn stupid."

Soap's hand laid onto your leg as he rubbed it up and down in instinct. "C'mon Doc, it can't be that bad...I mean it's a medical show that's been going on longer than you've been alive probably."

You kicked him in his chest lightly, but enough to get your point across. "I've never watched a damn episode but I can tell you, no fucking intern can do surgery in any hospital! It's just wrong and very risky!"

On the tv, you can hear some of the main characters complain about how their colleagues are stitching wrong. At first, you started to focus on the stitching technique to nitpick but soon it dawned on you that these interns were stitching up their fellow intern's shoulder. You gasped and screamed, "Oh my god?! She did that on purpose?!"

"Sounds like something you'd do, Doc," Ghost's voice boomed over to the three of you as he slaps 50 bucks into Price's palm. Price snorts and pats him on the back as they leaned over the couch to watch with you.

You took offense to his comment and crossed your arms and huffed. "Not at all, I love my techs but I love me more. This is just weird..."

Price scoffed and stood up straight from his place on the backside of the couch. "You do you, Kiddo, but you do seem the type to do that."

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically, giving up on this show. "I had a good day today and this show ruined it! I mean come on, who in their right mind would let INTERNS perform life-threatening surgery on them?"

Price looked at Ghost, they shared a look, and both shook their heads as they went back to their competition. Gaz screamed as blood squirted out in a surgery scene and you hit him on the head to shut him up like a snooze button. "I don't even know what they hit, they probably killed that woman from holding a scalpel like that. Might as well use a switchblade and stab randomly at her."

Johnny stretched himself out and grunted as he draped his arms over the edge of the couch. "Go on, Bonnie, you tell them."

"I'm just saying, why doesn't she just get an actual surgeon?" You grumbled and screamed.

Gaz laid his head back and you rubbed his head. "It's late at night, but it's a big hospital and it's an emergency. It's not hard to find an on-call surgeon that can do a simple appendectomy instead of risking your life just because 'I like my friends.' Stupid, stupid girl!"

Soap giggles with a hand over his mouth as he sees your hand grip Gaz's head and tug it back in forth. Gaz's eyes filled with tears as the pain radiates through his head. "Doc, stop..." He says quietly.

"Yeah, Doc, take a chill pill," Soap laughs as Gaz grasps your wrist and peels your fingers from his skull.

You screamed out in frustration as the one thing that EVERYONE should know, is done wrong in a medical show: CPR. You jump from your seat and tackle Soap out of his spot as you tumble on the ground. Gaz leaps from his spot too and tries to break the two of you away from each other as it quickly turns into a sparring-roughhousing match. Ghost and Price turn over from their game of darts and sigh.

"Johnny, get off of them, by God!" Ghost grumbles as he throws a dart into the 25-ring. Price growled as he slides Ghost a 20.

The two of you stop and you pretend to have collapsed and died as you reach out to Ghost, "Ghost...just know..." you cough, "That I...I...left the oven on..." You flop over and die.

Johnny springs into action as Gaz fakes sobs over your passing, tears forming surprisingly quickly as you feel them fall on your cheek. "No, no! Doc, stay with me here!" Johnny puts his hands over your sternum and prepares to do really bad chest compressions on you. "Don't worry Doc, I saw this on Grey's Anatomy!"

"GET OFF ME YOU SHIT FUCKER!"

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lovable-liar · 4 months

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IDK IF UR STILL LOOKING FOR BASEBALL SCHLATT but as someone who's played softball for years, and who's brother played baseball (meaning i was always dragged out to his games) this is what i can say:

- he's always trying to get you to do something baseball adjacent w him, especially if you don't play it/anything similar!!! for some reason, one of the best dates i had was when i was seeing this guy who played tennis, and he took me to a court so i could try it. i was kind of crap but we laughed so much that istg i fell in love. if you're good he's either trying to play off how impressed he is (or is super vocal abt it, depends on how u see it), and if you're bad he's teasing you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face (he means well, sort of)

- if you go to his games, he will absolutely try to get you to kiss him for good luck. like actually begging you to slip over to the dugout, so he can kiss you through the fence before he goes out on the field or to bat. probably just trying to show off that he's got someone.

- somewhere along those lines are how big his eho gets when you cheer for him. especially if you're super loud (and even if u aren't). like that's his personal cheerleader!!! definitely gloats about it (no one gaf but he doesn't either - he's yapping about it for sure)

- you already know how competitive he is. im pretty sure he mentioned he was first baseman, which is such a core position on the feild. as soon as that ball is hit, you NEED to get it to first before the runner gets there. so much pressure for sure, especially since being under pressure to get it to first always made my throws shitty. and yeah, he's great at his position for sure, but no one can be perfect. definitely seeks your comfort after losing a game, ranting about how the opposing team was so shit, there was no way they could of won (denial), or just about what everyone did wrong (especially if they're "stupid mistakes").

- sometimes (at least when i was younger), even when someone was batting, they'd send the next batter out to practice their swing on the side of the field. schlatt is probably just mostly staring at you, getting you to wave at him just so he can do something stupid like winking at you or blowing you a kiss.

- is he always at practice? probably. does he always ask to see you after? yeah. he wouldn't even care if he's still sweaty, he'll collapse into you like you could hold him up. definitely has almost killed you that way.

- final thoughts: butt. baseball guys have big booties. i don't make the rules, that's just how it is. do with that what you will. ik he's looking way too good in his uniform.

I am currently employing people with good baseball knowledge and the skills to dumb said knowledge down enough so I'll understand, but you didn't hear that from me.

If you're already good at baseball, he feels a little butt hurt.

HE was supposed to teach you how to play!

HE was supposed to be stood behind you to show you how to hold the bat!

HE was supposed to show you which hand to use when pitching!

Not some random P.E. teacher!

But alas, at least you're pretty fuckin' good at it.

He get's so competitive, he almost forgets he's steps away from becoming a professional baseball player and that he should probably (definitely) tone it down a bit.

But, if you're not so good at baseball, he *does* get to teach you all of those things!

And he's reeling about it <3

"You know how to play?"

"No, not really, but I'm willing to learn!"

"Oh, you're willing to learn, are ya? Well! Lemme teach ya."

"So, ya wanna get to one of the stops before I can catch ya out, yeah?"

"Gimme ya hands, I'll show ya how ta hold the bat."

"You a leftie? 'Cos ya gonna wanna be a leftie pitcher. Rightie batters can't see nothin' comin' when ya pitch with ya left. Ya got the advantage."

He loves watching you improve over the course of your three hour long date.

He definitely goes easy on you.

If you have mobility issues (like I do) or if you hate running in general, he probably takes a little longer to retrieve the ball or he'll stumble when catching it so it falls just out of reach so you can walk over to the stops.

But he absolutely loves seeing you get all competitive, running as fast as you can.

He'll probably stay pitching 'cos he knows he'll hit it out the park if he bats.

At his games, he picks out a specific seat that he dubs 'your seat'

Doesn't matter if you're home or away, he's got a specific seat, right in front of the fence next to the dugout, that's entirely yours in his mind.

"Sorry buddy, that seat's taken. No, I know it probably says this is ya seat on the ticket, but the seat's taken! Look, dude, there's plenty of other seats, now, move."

Absolutely begs you for a kiss through the fence.

"Just one? A tiny one? A tiny peck? Just a peck! On the lips? On the cheek? On the nose? Just one tiny peck on the forehead! Toooots, yer killin' me here! You betcha lucky star I'm givin' you the fattest, wettest kiss on that mouth of yours once I get into that dugout."

And he does!

You've got him wiping your saliva off of his mouth before he pitches, just to make even more of a thing about having a partner and how much he loves you.

If you're a super loud cheerer, you've got him BLUSHING

And even if you're not, he's still all bubbly like a school boy with a puppy love crush when he merely thinks about the fact that you painted his colors on your cheeks.

"Yeah, that's my one, right there. Shut the fuck up, they're not loud! They're passionate."

"Yeah, that's my one, right there. The one there! Shut the fuck up, they're shy! They're not bored."

When his team loses a game, he blames it on one of three things.

1. The other team.

"They fuckin' cheated! Multiple times! If I find out that ref has somethin' ta do with them, well, baby, that just fuckin' goes to show how corrupt that team is. Swear to god! Since my pa was playin', he always warned me 'bout 'em."

2. Other players on *his* team.

"Fuckin' fielders don't know what they're doin. 'nd don' even get me STARTED on that fuckin' pitcher! Looked like a newborn deer! Who pitches like that?! 'S slow, and sloppy. Looks bad for the team! I tell ya, I could do so much better than that if Cap gave me one fuckin' chance."

3. Basically anything but him - if the other team played 'fair' in his eyes, and if his team played good too.

"Fuckin' sun was in my eyes."

"I knew today wasn't gonna be ours. The fuckin' wind told me."

"Too goddamn cold. NO IDEA what those motherfuckin' refs were talkin' about 28°F, it was too goddamn cold to be playin' today."

"Ya gotta stop lookin' so cute, toots! Swear. Gonna make ya stop comin' to my games, 'n you know how much I hate it when ya don't come to my games."

"You got me BLISSFULLY IGNORANT, sugar! Ignorant to the fuckin' game goin' on! God..."

When he's practicing?

WHOO BOY

He's making a show of it

Flexing reaaaaal good

Popping his ass out

Yes, yes I did just write that.

He'll wave at you, wink, blow kisses, pretend to eat you out/suck you off-

You two definitely have a secret handshake

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt fluff #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader

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siriuslysatorusimping · 8 months

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I was tagged 😃

So I have a bachelors and masters in applied psych and now am working towards a PhD in neuroscience :) I love love love it with every fiber of my being and I must be a masochist bc I LOVE the academic hazing that is grad school. I’m probably gonna end up teaching and doing research bc I don’t wanna stop being a student. How do Rinko and Gojo feel about grading btw? Hate it. Worst thing ever.

My focus is on brain imaging and stress in a special population of kids who are highly predisposed to developing schizophrenia, but I had to have a lot of training in psychopharmacology and general cognitive and behavioral science to begin with which is why I am so ready to nerd tf out with Rinko studying psych 😍

YOU ARE SO FUCKING SMART. HOLY SHIT. THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL.

Kiko ranted like a dumbass so hi, rest below the cut 🫠

I have a BA and MA in Technical Writing & Rhetoric with a minor in English Literature. HOWEVER. My grad research focus was actually user experience, which was born from human-computer interaction (a psychology major at my old school). Our department had the best user experience professor, so we had a lot of the HCI PhDs in our UX classes. I always loved talking to them and picking their brains. Part of me wishes I had gotten my PhD in HCI or a related field, but I needed out of academia. I fucking hated it. It was also in the height of COVID, which just destroyed all of my motivation for life itself lol

AS FOR GRADING: I FUCKING HATED IT, TOO.

listen.

when i was in grad school, i had 50+ papers to grade every couple of weeks and we had to have them graded within a certain time period or administration CAME FOR US AND IT WAS TERRIFYING.

But one time I left all 50 until the day before I was put on the hit list and I wanted to die. So I chugged two redbulls and proceeded to go on a grading marathon of like, 10 hours.

This AU is feeding my tiny desire to go back to school to keep me from making the giant financial mistake of trying to get my PhD when I know I'll hate academia just as much as I did last time.

I think Rinko will actually semi-enjoy grading, because she's the type who will be so intrigued to see how her students think.

Gojo hates it. But he also doesn't trust anyone else to do it right. Lucky for him, most of his exams are multiple-choice. But since it's physics they have to show their work, and he hates grading that shit because it becomes so obvious that they don't fucking know what they're doing.

(maybe one of the installments will be a cute, fluffy lil grading session where they're just keeping each other company 🥺)

#physical paradox ask #physical paradox research #gojo and rinko #rinko and gojo #rinko/gojo professor au #gojo satoru x original female character

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onetimeatsummercamp · 2 years

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Gay Best Friends

Dylan Lenivy + Kaitlyn Ka (platonic) Mentions of Dylan Lenivy x Ryan Ezrahler

(as a very gay trans guy myself, i think a lot about my favorite characters in the context of LGBTQ+ experiences and connect them with my own. so have some self-indulgent and probably ooc conversation between dylan and kaitlyn)

Dylan and Kaitlyn kept in touch long after the events of their final day at Hackett's Quarry. As Dylan had put it, fighting off a werewolf with a car will really bring people together. They both made time between their respective college classes to call each other regularly, sometimes seeking much-needed support from their shared trauma, but mostly just to shoot the shit and talk about daily life. During one of these calls, Dylan got set off on an excited rant about the soundtrack from the current box-office hit.

"--And it's easily the best score I've heard this year. I mean, yeah, the plot was good, but..."

"My girlfriend loves that damn movie. She made me watch it in theaters with her twice."

"Hold on. Back up. Your what?"

"My girlfriend? I've talked about Vic before."

"Yeah, well, you left out some details! Damn, I could've been calling you my gay best friend this whole time."

"And this is why I didn't tell you." Dylan could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"Fine, fine, I get it. But to make it up to me, I'm sending Jacob to you whenever he asks me about gay stuff."

"He asks you about gay stuff?"

"One time I got a text from him that just said 'Am I a vers?'"

Dylan heard the clatter of the phone being dropped and muffled hysterical laughter from Kaitlyn. She picked it back up, slightly out of breath. "Where did that even come from?"

"I don't fucking know! Context didn't help either."

"What did you tell him?"

"'If you want to be.'"

Kaitlyn choked back another laugh. "Yeah, no, you can deal with all that. I'm kinda surprised he's apparently asking you all this stuff and not asking me anything, honestly. But I guess I did shut him down when I came out to him and he asked what 'the lesbian colors' were so he could get me a present. I told him he is absolutely not buying me a coming out gift."

"Just get him a gift for being straight. Level the playing field."

"Ew, no."

"So how long have you and Vic been, like, a thing?"

"I don't know, a month, month and a half?"

"That's six whole weeks of keeping secrets."

"Well, when are you going to tell me about your boyfriend?"

Dylan gasped exaggeratedly. "Jesus, Kaitlyn, right in the heart! Not cool."

"On a tooootally unrelated note, have you talked to Ryan lately?"

"Ouch, double tap!"

"Had to make sure it hit. Seriously though, you can't keep dancing around it forever."

"You underestimate my ability to avoid potential rejection."

"Dylan. I'm serious. Call him."

"I will, just--"

"Good. I'm hanging up now. Call him."

"But--"

The line went dead. Dylan sighed and shook his head, but couldn't help smiling at his phone. Then, he opened up his contacts and tapped "Ryan-Ryan".

#the quarry #the quarry fanfic #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #first published fic for the quarry and i'm already anxious before i've hit the post button #i'm so bad at writing dylan dialogue and that's half of what this ficlet is lmao #justfics

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mafuyuwrites · 1 year

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RANT (like a long one)

I'm moving houses therefore moving schools

SO SORRY FOR BEIGN INACTIVE IM SORRY I LAOFY UEHHHERAAA

Bro why does life hate me so much 😨

- I accidentally stabbed myself with my pencil so now there's a scar

- I got hit with a Badminton racket... TWICE

- Got hit with a Badminton racket on like my left arm and it's still red ?!!!??? (Other time I got hit on my right elbow)

- The seniors left :(( SO THAT MEANS MY FAVORITE SENIOR THAT WOULD SOMETIMES COME INTO MU ORCHESTRA CLASS LEFT. IM SAD.

- So there was this sub that substituted for my science class twice. The first day she said my name right and then the 2nd day she.. mispronounced it ?? Then she was the sub for my orchestra class and she mispronounced it SO BADLY.

- Today my bus was so empty... like I don't know where everyone went ??? Like there was maybe around 15 people ? (There would be A LOT more but I don't count so...)

But some good news

- I asked my mom if I could skip school on Monday because they won't be taking like any more grades / assigning more stuff, I've finished all my post-tests and she said like "why not" since I did use that nothing important was gonna happen, worst thing I miss would be missing out practice time in Orchestra (concert is on the 18th)

- Today I literally did not do shit for classes. I did some work for science (dunno why we're doing it cause it's due Tuesday...???) and then we went outside, then went to the gym for 2nd period

(see that's interesting cause I had SS for 2nd period and we were suppose to be in the classroom but the math and ela teacher took us to the gym. Then I had to go to 3rd period because my art teacher was absent so we went to the other art room. Then for 4th period we went to gym again cause I had ELA and then we immediately went to lunch and it was so crowded, like there was 3 grade levels in there and it would've been 4 but one grade went on a field trip I think and then I went to orchestra but we had a sub and she was not it nuh-uh. And then for 6th period I went to the gym again cause I had math soooo. Also, for orchestra the sub didn't let us go to the gym bc we had gone to the gym a lot already even though some people didn't go as many times as some others)

- HSR !!! Super fun !!! (My phone was 20%) (I have an average of 1 hr and 33 minutes on that app) (I only moved onto the next world / lore in orchestra class bc we weren't doing anything) (nvm my average for the week is now an hour and 43 mins) (I have spent 2 hrs and 48 minutes on the app today.) (HELP ME)

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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🧡sunset orange

bit of a nerd here, mostly music(I play 4 instruments, learning the 5th).

also a huge bookworm, but I'm the most insane reader I know cause I'll go from murder mystery to happy romance to the saddest book you'll ever read.

also also an ABBA stan. dunno what that has to do with anything but thought it was worth mentioning. don't like Mama Mia! though.

btw congrats on 1K literally so proud of you and next thing you know we'll be back for a 5K celebration! <3

thank you so so much!!! <3 and gah 5k??? i can't even picture it oh my gosh. absolutely wild. no way.

you already know i think you're one of the coolest people on here and that ily, which is why i'm trusting you with the heart of none other than steve harrington.

ya know the drill. don't make me say it. okay i'll say it let me explain-

so here's the thing - we know steve harrington has a type. i've touched on it before i'm almost positive. he likes the nerds, he loves to listen to rambles and be left in lovesick shock. he'd listen to every rant about every book you read no matter the subject matter. but what really got me is that you're an ABBA stan but don't like mamma mia. because i headcanon steve as an ABBA stan as well, and modern steve would be a menace about mamma mia. he loves it, it's a comfort movie. as a matter of fact, your first conversation with him would probably be an argument because he defends it with his life, and it's just not your cup of tea. and steve knows it's fine, even as he goes red in the face defending the movie, and when he left the argument somehow still smiling despite the personal offense he should have walked away with, he figured he might just be smiling at the opportunity to talk about his favorite movie.

it wasn't the movie. it was you.

you didn't leave his head for days, and when he finally gets the nerve to ask you out, he's a goddamn mess. stuttering over his words, completely flushed pink, just... a mess. a beautiful, sincere, hopeless romantic of a mess. he's never been happier to embarrass himself in such a way, because in the end, it all worked out. now, he gets to spend his days watching you play your instruments, listens to you try to explain the mechanics of the instrument as it goes in one ear and out the other. he's never been good with musical ability - he's never had very good hand-eye coordination, he can never quite catch on when an instrument is a smidge out of tune, and he just frustrates himself to no end when trying to learn them. but you're patient, and you wow him endlessly, and it's a sacrifice he's willing to make. you keep on his toes; from that first conversation, you challenge steve harrington, and he'll never tire of it. and if you offer to teach him some ABBA on one of his instruments, how can he say no? he's got a smile on his face the entire time, absolutely glowing even though he knows he's not hitting most of the notes, and he doesn't miss the way you cringe when his instrument is ever so slightly out of tune, something he didn't even notice until you reacted. it's awful and could be taken as pathetic, but that afternoon with you becomes one of his absolute favorite memories.

the song you attempted to teach him, why did it have to be me?, becomes yours and his song. and in steve harrington's defense, he may not be able to play the song worth a shit on an instrument, but boy oh boy, does he get to have a field day with it when you two decide to pick it as a duet for karaoke night with the gang.

1k celebration - requests for this are now closed, but you can still send in general requests! just check out my rules first <3

#1k celebration #thank you ily <3 #steve is such an abba stan it's canon #he'd be a menace about it no doubt #it's canon because i said so

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izzielizzie · 2 years

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okay, so i just finished rereading oouin and omg i need to rant about the ending. like the book is really good and everything but the ending is ??????

like first of all: the bomb?? why is there a bomb it seriously came out of nowhere? and that jared jackson guy was rly random character imo, like he came out of nowhere basically, set off a bomb, then we never hear anything about him again?

then second of all nate, i dont even really know why nate was the one to get hurt by the bomb bc he wasn't really a major character? like it would have made sm more sense if it was maeve or knox??

then somehow, after getting hit by a bomb, nate is well enough to go to a wedding the NEXT DAY even though maeve literally says that the arboretum closes at 6 - so presumably the explosion took place much later than 6, so nate had surgery that night and then is just fine and let out of the hospital at what can only be a few hours later??

and then BRONWYN IN THE WEDDING SCENE. why was she so pissy when nate didn't want to dance?? like babes, your boyfriend literally got severely injured last night (protecting her as well) maybe he wants to rest?? seriously the whole book bronwyn was completely out of character and she really annoyed me.

oh my god hi i love this so much.

the bomb was so out of the blue?? like i completely forgot about all the threats bc they weren't touched on? like it was treated as something that just happens to eli and therefore not something to knox to worry about (as sad as it sounds). and jared is so random?? i just feel like this entire plot point came out of left field ngl.

nate did not need to be injured. knox getting his hero arc would have been better. maeve nearly dying after literally telling her sister a couple hours earlier that she was convinced that she wouldn't live past high school so she didn't get close to anyone would be so interesting.

again: when you get literal pieces of bomb shrapnel taken out of you, you are not well enough to go to a wedding the next morning. i wasn't even allowed out of the er when i dislocated my knee for at least twelve hours and that was not a surgery.

bronwyn was the worst at the wedding. if the guy doesn't want to dance then don't dance. go dance with your sister, or your friends, or heck go dance with your parents. i've danced with my dad at tens of weddings when i didn't have anyone else to dance with. and bron has great relationships with her parents that's totally plausible for her to do.

i've said this before and i'll keep saying it bc i'm mad: bronwyn did not need to be in the book at all. cooper was literally just in a different city and he didn't have major scenes. bronwyn was on a different coast. this book was maeve's book. the main couple was maeve and luis. not bronwyn and nate. it made sense for nate to have scenes, he's like maeve's brother. and he works for knox's dad. it made sense for addy to have scenes, her sister was getting married and she lives across the hall from phoebe. it made sense for kris to have a scene because he was watching his boyfriend's baseball game.

also bronwyn was kind of the worst to everyone. she kept telling maeve to apply to college even though maeve clearly has not had a normal high school experience and it might be hard for her to think about that right now. she judged addy for not being organized when the literal wedding planner was stuck in the hospital with her daughter (who had alcohol poisoning). she got mad at nate when he was kissed by jules even though he didn't willingly do that (he was assaulted!!) and bronwyn did willingly hang out with her ex boyfriend. and then she made maeve's cancer scare all about her. there was no reason for her to be upset with maeve for not telling her because maeve was scared out of her mind and she didn't want to hurt bronwyn.

i'm just so upset with the way bronwyn was written in oouin i wish her scenes were replaced with cooper.

#knox myers #phoebe lawton #maeve rojas #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #cooper clay #addy prentiss #luis santos #kris (oou)#one of us is next #oouin

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idsb · 2 years

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this bar is a ghost, and it looks like you

I was at this venue in St Paul almost 6 years ago to the date. I have been to this bar many times. And for some reason, of all the venues I've been to after 8 years of doing this, this one I see the most vividly of any of them. I didn't know it until I walked inside today for the first time in 4 years and felt like I was in a resin-preserved fossil. While not one facet of my life is the same outside, not a thing had changed inside, and I still see it all. I walked in and saw the bar that will offer half price, still terribly overpriced, meatball subs in a few hours. The bar M**** sat at hammering down drink after drink (Yueinglings), so he wouldn't have to drive. The way laughter erupted out of O***'s body when he realized what was going on. The small stage and the tables and chairs to the left, which years later I would run around secretly collecting every member of every band's drink tickets, only to get absolutely wasted on vodka cranberries - freshly 21, this was the only drink I could name to order at a bar - to lead Greg down a dirt path on a farm in the middle of nowhere as I made a horrible drunken attempt to direct us to a McDonald's, failed, and jumped out of a moving van to pee on some giant field of corn right outside the city. I look at the stage inside and see the hearts that fans held up because The Guitarist went on a twitter rant about how no one appreciates his band. I see the fans screaming in the front row. I see Kendall Schmit from Big Time Rush playing one of his solo songs, everyone's favorite of the tour, "We keep dancing but the rain don't come, rain don't come" as I watch from the merch table. I see the girl C**** and M**** fought over, whose name was Celine, one of the prettiest people I've ever seen in my life. Both of them newly single and too chicken shit to actually make a genuine move and us following her around the whole night, drunkenly laughing from the streets outside the venue to a Target - she educates us on 'Super Targets' in Minnesota as well as what the hell a La Croix is because it's only 2016 and we don't know, to the hotel parking lot where I structure each of them to have a shot at inviting her to their respective hotel rooms and they both fail miserably. The bathroom, the perfect sweet spot of grungy and aesthetically, beautifully white-hexagon-tiled that H*** and I had a photoshoot in, where I was inspired to start a now-abandoned project of photographing the bathroom graffiti in every venue I work a show in. The before and after of the shoot we did, the first time I looked at a before and after of mine and thought, "damn, I'm good at this". H*** freaking out over how good the images looked, my tweets of them being my first to hit a hundred likes. The drive we'd do from here all the way back to New York the following day; the absurd songs we wrote to pass the time that I wish I remembered, everyone saying the word "irrigation" in a midwest accent over and over and over again, the very first time I had a bang in my chest over how much I liked the Guitarist all those years ago. Sitting next to him in a Starbucks at a rest stop at midnight as he offered me a coffee and then got up and laid on the floor, exchanging locked eyes and laughter 2 years before anything between us would ever happen. Even more memories than I could’ve conjured up on my own as I walk into the backstage area and can see M**** sitting on the table by the orange couch and screaming as he realized he ate a raw onion and now his breath was going to smell bad so he couldn’t chase some girl. C**** and The Guitarist doing bottle flips in the narrow, graffitied hallway that leads here. Kendall Schmitt From Big Time Rush laughing at them as I filmed it, my insides bursting at how cool it is that that’s a true sentence. Getting high before the show with him and The Guitarist, studying the autographs on the walls and the guitar string vending machine to see who else had played here.

Every inch of this venue is haunted. With the person I once was. The friendships I once had. The life I could've had had it all been different. Or maybe had just one thing been different. Had that 'oh he's hot' never developed into a fully formed crush on one of the nights I was inside this place. The exhilaration of the memories I had here may have never died. I may know a thousand more wasted escapades across the country. These people may have never realized they never actually cared about me, and I might have never figured it out, either. The feeling, the pure adrenaline rush, of being someplace you don't know with the first friend group you've ever in your 20 years of life been a part of. The sweet taste of doing what you love as the background music to it all.

It is easy to block out the clean and lovely parts of this time of my life in favor of the stains. In favor of the nasty, "you never cared about me", "I never truly had a single fun time with you" and "that was an undercurrent of every moment we shared" brand of lies that get bandaged over the reality because it hurts less. And I know, in the back of my mind, that those things are not true. Nuance and circumstance and, yes, a bunch of assholes who lacked compassion or remorse, and me, myself, and I burned it all down. I broke away from something that grew to be horrible. But it grew to be horrible. It wasn't born that way. I set an old and decrepit building on fire. But it was once a mansion.

That doesn't go down quite so easy.

I'm not scared of ghosts, but I'm scared of the things that they remind me.

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sunsandwolves · 2 months

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The rest of Lord Tristan's entourage enjoyed her family's hospitality within Stormwind's walls, but Yelena? Yelena stared out at the golden swaying fields of Westfall, caught in the cool springtime moonlight.

Everything was where it was supposed to be, right where she left it. Peanut had been happily purring at her side, content with the snacks and extra cuddles. Penny, on the other hand, had fast begun to make herself back at home on Yelena's bed, sprawled, belly up, and snoring away.

You are going to walk home, step through that portal, and talk to your father.

That thought made her smirk. It wasn't 'our' father, but hers. Somehow, she always felt like she was in trouble to some degree. She was a grown woman in her own right, but now she felt like a toddler with her hands caught stuck in the cookie jar, awaiting a spanking from her parents.

She wasn't blatantly disregarding Tristan's advice. She was truly heeding the words of the Deaconess she spoke to; practicing. Feeling the ebb and flow, feeling the warmth in her chest. Mantras and prayers.

Though Yelena was stubborn enough to keep trying until her fingers bled or she collapsed from exhaustion.

He can think it a hindrance all he wants. This stubbornness will keep us alive one day.

Running her fingers through the soft black fur of her cat, Peanut chirped softly in response to the touch, and Yelena sighed.

"What a fucking disaster. But at least I have a bathtub -in- my bedroom this time." She hummed quietly, peeking over her shoulder to the bronze tub through the slightly ajar door to her washroom. Her jaw rocked as she thought further, scowling.

"I even mentioned I had news. It's not my fault that everyone fucking disappears like the wind in the middle of the night. I thought that was my job!" Yelena continued, throwing her hands above her head, dainty sleeves fluttering about in her upset.

"It wouldn't kill anyone to be supportive of the idea, instead of treating me like I'm just some stupid little girl.." She continued with a frown.

"Maybe Mama was right, too. Monsters and stupid children aren't deserving of the Light's graciousness." Her tone quieted as her back hit the wall, shoulders wilting as she thought. Growling, she rubbed both sides of her face in her hands.

"Fuck.. am I really letting some stupid fucking slavers get in my head?"

Was that a trauma response? Probably. Will she acknowledge it? Probably not.

"And Tristan.. what does he know. Don't even get me started on that asshole." Yelena hissed, waving a hand dismissively as she pushed herself off of her perch, bare feet hitting the wood floor as she began to pace. The object of her ire and ranting, the sleepy feline at her window that frog-blinked at her in hopes that Yelena would actually go the fuck to sleep.

"How can someone be decent to talk to and so fucking frustrating all in the same breath?! I don't get it! It's like talking to a brick wall! A brick walk that thinks you're an impulsive idiot that needs to learn her way around a sword lest she stab herself!" She growled, whirling around to face Penny again with folded arms.

"I know how to use a fucking sword. Swords, daggers, a shield in all practicality... ugh. Uuuggghhh...." She snarled, digging her hands into her hair in frustration.

"FUCK HIM." She barked, loud enough to cause Penny to startle awake. Peanut and Penny stared at Yelena in groggy disbelief, scattering when the rogue stomped over to her bed and flopped into it facefirst. Pillows bounced around the trio until Yelena snatched one to cuddle to her front and bury her face into another.

"Stupid fucking.. shit... assholes..." was muttered into down feathers while her pets found their places draped over lithe limbs. There there.

Pets were great therapists.

#ic things #welcome hommeeeee

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captainsquality · 9 months

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i love sports i fucking love sports i miss playing sports

my greatest agony is that ive been sick literally half of my life and havent been able to actually PLAY sports in any formal capacity, especially not the ones I enjoy the most(which are team sports) since my mid/late teens. for reference I turned 31 at the start of this month.

I would play SO much soccer and volleyball and baseball, if I could. I would do so much rock climbing and cycling. I would skateboard so much more often(and probably better) if I weren't just so fucking fragile and unhealthy at my base.

I do think that if not for a lot of my non-physical health issues getting in the way of me keeping healthy routines and exacerbating my physical problems I could be a lot more active at least in solo sports. I want to see about hitting up hiking trails here locally as the weather finally starts cooling down this autumn bc sure its rly just walking but I love being outdoors and rolling in the dirt and climbing shit and the thing is that i havent gotten to do those things in any actual, real capacity in years and years and years

if I had been able to have a normal school experience, if I were able to have any semblance of a normal adult social life, I would probably spend a TON of time still doing team sports in community leagues(soccer especially, I miss soccer so much), and I would probably commute by skateboard or bicycle wherever possible.

I wish to god i could figure out a way to beat back some of my mental issues enough to get an actual workout/exercise routine going, even just low impact, improve my health so i can actually do some of these things I love doing but cant bc of health limitations. One of the greatest agonies of my disabled life is that I actually adore and love a huge breadth of activities beyond the few very sedentary ones my body actually ALLOWS me to enjoy with any regularity.

I fucking miss soccer, man. I literally loved playing soccer SO much. I don't even have opportunity to just. pass the ball around with people anymore. Not even fucking THAT much less actually playing on a team, even for just like futsal. I was actually pretty good as a player. Not Star Player worthy, but I understood the game reasonably well and I had tenacity and good passing skills so I tended to do very well as a wingback or midfielder and made some pretty damn good assists and even goals when I was playing in leagues.

as a teen, pre-HRT, a tiny willowy soprano playing casual keep-away with my three brothers, I was the smallest and weakest person the field, functionally. but I was fucking STUBBORN, not because I was determined to win, I was determined to participate. I wanted to play. I wanted to be part of the experience.

which means that despite my brothers ranging in height from 5' 10" to 6' 1" in comparison to my 5' 5" with the weight of a six pack of sodas behind me, I was still making steals and connecting passes to my younger brother with actual, genuinely skilled maneuvers that left my oldest brother, a college undergrad, jawdropped at my skinny fourteen year old ass swiping the ball from under him and into the 'goal' (two predetermined trees acting as posts).

I never WON a game in those little sessions but god did I love just getting to play and I fucking miss it! I miss soccer and I miss swimming, I miss baseball and volleyball and rappelling and skating and I hate that doing any of these things again, even in a casual context, is so completely inaccessible to me. and not even just because of my physical limitations.

there are not places for me to do them. there are not people for me to do them with. there are not accessible resources for me to find either of those things.

anyway sorry im done ranting. i didnt have a cohesive point other than i miss sports and felt a need to vent about it. thank u for letting me complain, carry on

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