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I just started watching Dimension 20’s Fantasy high, halfway through sophomore year, and I do want a fic where people realise just how used to being part of a group the bad kids are. For example-
-I fully believe every single one of them is used to Riz climbing them so he can see better. It’s usually Gorgug, but it’s happened to all of them at some point. They might hold out their arm for him to jump onto a counter, or so he can pin a clue to his board. Before they all sit at a table, at least one of them makes sure their 4’4 friend can jump onto the table.
-Every single one of them has also caught Adaine after she had a vision. Sometimes she can just shake them off, but the big ones make her falter in what she’s doing, which can be dangerous. It happened once in a fight, and now the people standing closest to her are always ready.
-Fabian doesn’t really recognise he has a blind spot with his eye injury, because the others immediately clocked it. But this also means they walk in between him and the road, in case some idiot mounts the curb. They keep an eye on anything to his right, shifting drinks and pushing chairs if they can tell his depth perception is a little off.
-Fig usually stands in the middle of the group to intimidate people into not messing with them, so it’s sort of become habit to just crowd around her. After the battle, if no one’s seriously hurt or anything, everyone just wanders over to Fig. At this point, Fig is always the first one to yell out after a fight, just so they can regroup.
-Gorgug is the go-to for lap-sits, leaning, anything to do with being physically supported by another persons body. His hoodie is soft, and his headphones are loud enough that you can kind of hear it if your leaning on him. His parents weren’t great with nonchalant physical contact, in case he was already upset, so he takes great joy in his friends not being scared to hug him for fun.
-Kristin has left her staff at every single house she could with the bad kids. She leaves her bag in classrooms, the library, the cafeteria. Whenever the group leave somewhere, they do a full scan, because Kristin has probably left something and they grab it for her. No one has any clue who her bag actually belongs to, because all of the bad kids have been seen carrying it around school several times.
The school at large know who the bad kids are, and the town recognise them, but they still don’t know why all of them double check a room before leaving, or collectively carry a small stool around with them. One student with a fantasy iron deficiency faints in class and Kristin catches her before she hits the ground. Once, Fig isn’t in school for a day and all the bad kids have this restless energy about them. It is not uncommon to see them on the field during lunch, curled up in a pile on Gorgug. One guy tries to surprise Fabian from the right and gets body checked by Adaine before it even registers.
It’s sort of uncomfortable for everyone to see any of them without the others, because it means a) the rest of them committed a crime, b) the rest of them are committing a crime, or c) the rest of them are about to run in and start planning to commit a crime. And no one wants to lose their plausible deniability here.
#fantasy high#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#figeroth faeth#fabian seacaster#adaine abernant#kristen applebees#dimension 20#the bad kids
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@rosekillermicrofic 2nd May: Dread (it's like 03:15 in the morning and I probably have a fever lol)
Cw: mention of homophobia
Exposed
Word count: 798
Shit, shit, shit.
Barty frantically rummaged through his backpack. It wasn't there. His journal. Not a diary, mind you, that was for lovesick teenage girls.
Although Barty couldn't even be sure if he wasn't a lovesick teenage girl anymore.
Ever since he realised his feelings for his best friend two weeks ago, it's been eating him alive. Every waking thought, every dream, was filled with him. His Evan, his Rosie. And Barty began analysing every interaction with Evan. To be honest, he wasn't even trying to figure out if Evan likes him or not, he was sure Evan didn't. He was analysing his own behaviour to be sure he wasn't too obvious.
That's why he got the journal, too. Because his head felt like it was going to burst with all the running thoughts.
And now it wasn't there.
Who could've taken it? Or did Barty forget it somewhere?
He tried to summon it, but no such luck.
He sighed. He better get to lunch before Evan and Regulus get suspicious. Maybe he can look for the journal afterwards.
He managed to eat lunch without Evan noticing something was wrong with him. Regulus had some errands to run, so he wasn't at lunch.
But then he saw them - Mulciber and Snape. They had his journal. And they were looking this way.
No. Please.
He was immediately filled with overwhelming dread. And shame, too.
These two read about his deepest secret, and there was no chance they'd keep it to themselves.
Just what were they planning to do? Expose him, that's for sure. But how? When? Will they humiliate him in front of the whole school, or just Evan?
Well, it didn't matter much. If Evan found out… Barty wasn't sure what he'd do.
Shit. They were heading here.
What should he do? Ignore them?
"Hey, Crouch!" Snape yelled, an evil smirk plastered on his face.
"Lost something?" Mulciber laughed, waving the journal.
"Give it back," Barty pleaded quietly.
Of course, they didn't. Mulciber barked out a laugh and held the journal in the air, just high enough so Barty couldn't reach it.
"I didn't think you'd be bent, Crouch. You surprise me," Mulciber sneered, "is it the daddy issues?"
"Wait, Barty's gay?" Evan asked, surprised.
"Bisexual," Barty muttered. "Doesn't matter. Give it back."
Mulciber just laughed.
"Hey, he's right. Give him the journal back," Evan said firmly, stepping forward to reach for the journal.
Mulciber just smirked and lifted the book higher, out of Evan's reach.
"Wanna know who he's gay for, Rosier?" Snape laughed.
Something like hurt flashed in Evan's eyes, before he schooled his features into a practiced pokerface.
"I believe Barty will tell me about his crush when he's ready," he replied icily.
"Aww, you're not even the smallest bit interested?" Mulciber mocked. "That must've hurt, didn't it, Crouch?"
"Shut up," was all Barty could say. His breathing quickened, and he was sure everyone could hear the beating of his heart.
"It must've hurt, to know your little crush doesn't even care it's him, right?" Snape laughed. "Here, take it," he handed Barty the journal with a condescending smirk. "I don't think I could read one more disgustingly sweet line of your hopeless pining over poor Rosier over here."
Barty swallowed his tears, grabbed the journal, and bolted out of the Great Hall. He didn't dare to check Evan's reaction. He was sure it'd break his heart.
The astronomy tower.
He ran upstairs, and then sat down, pressed against the cold wall. It was a bit grounding.
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his breathing was quick, ragged. He was clutching the journal tightly to his chest.
He heard quick footsteps. Evan appeared at the top of the staircase.
"B? Thank Merlin I found you," Evan sighed, out of breath. "I was worried you'd do something stupid."
"Just leave me alone, Ev," Barty sobbed out. "You don't have to rub it in."
"So it's true, then?" Evan ignored his request. "You really like me?"
"Yeah. Sorry." Barty replied and hid his face in his knees. "Now go away, will you? I'm already humiliated as it is. I'm sorry for making it weird between us, and for making you uncomfortable. We don't have to be friends anymore. But please, don't tease me about it even more," he choked out.
"Oh for the love of- come here," Evan sighed, exasperated. He sat across from Barty and pulled him into a hug.
"I like you too, alright? Honestly, I can't believe you didn't figure it out earlier, I'm not exactly the most subtle person."
Barty looked up at him, searching for a trace of joke in Evan's face. There was none.
He smiled slowly.
"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.
"Of course," Evan smiled, and leaned in.
#rosekiller microfic#rosekiller prompts#rosekillermicrofic#rosekiller#marauders microfic#marauders fic#marauders fanfiction#evan rosier#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#evan x barty#evan rosier x barty crouch jr
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Idk if tumblr removed my request from you or you decided to ignore it but anyways I'm going to request it again??
So I saw your post with xmen x tfp with a mutant reader, so I think you can do this request. Basically, reader is Charlie's younger sister from Hazbin Hotel and she is in a relationship with cons/bots. What would be Optimus and Soundwave (you can another character if you want) to their s/o being the Devil's daughter, is she actually evil as the myths portrayed? What is she doing here on Earth? There will be so many questions.
You can just ignore this if you want.
Oh I apologize, I saw the request, but I'm having trouble organizing school, freetime and writing. So here I wrote this now quickly but efficiently as possible😭😭I wanted to add Megatron and Ratchet to this aswell so I hope you don't mind!
Y/N Morningstar (Lucifer's daughter)
You were just minding your own business on earth since getting back to hell wouldn't be a problem. Hiding your s/o and their team from humanity was pretty challenging but boring since you're so used to go outside a lot or have something keeping you entertainted. These days only the best part was hanging out with your S/o You have told them about who you're related to, but they don't get human things like hell or heaven yet.
Optimus prime
He didn't understand at first that if you're the daughter of lucifer means that you're a powerful royal being.
He does search your name but only finds mythology about you which he thought wasn't true.
Telling him who you were with a long speech gave him time to process what or who you actually are.
He still loves you the same don't worry about that.
The moment he realizes the mythology he read about you was actually true was when you were furious. Megatron almost beated optimus in a fight.
You looked exactly like the pictures he found of the princess of hell.
He was happy that you weren't pure evil since you're from hell.
He did wonder why you were on earth as a royal demon. Whatever your explanation was, he was content with it.
WARM KISSES!!!!
If he anytime goes somewhere cold for a mission just please heat him up.
No PDA in public, but go around the corner and he's clinging to you
IF! IF your demon form is tall as him! hugs....just hugs.
As long as you're good and treat everyone with respect, you're the perfect couple of the eons.
Ratchet
Didn't believe one piece of scrap you spoke or what he found on the interent.
Once he sees you lose your temper and light things on fire on accident he thought he hasn't recharged enough.
Explain your situation to him and he's really confused.
Supports you anyway, he doesn't care if you're a rare being from hell etc.
he still wonder about one thing: you're from hell where everyone is bad, evil, done sins etc. how come you're so nice and such.
He might have had a spark attack when you changed into your demon form using fire.
His attitude might have changed to somewhat nicer. Definitely not because he doesn't want to get melted.
No PDA. NO! NOT ANYTHING WITH ANYONE AROUND. He likes loves privacy.
Small kisses and smooches if he's working with no one around will make him slightly happier.
Literal princess treatment :D
Warm him up PLEASE.
If your demon form is taller or as tall as him, he WILL be flustered after even one simple hug.
Doesn't question why you're on earth, gladly.
Megatron
Finds you interesting, but doesn't believe everything you say right away.
Asks Soundwave to find information about this thing called hell and it's beings.
Soundwave
You won him over the moment you lose your temper and the whole room is in flames.
If he finds out you might be more powerful than him he might get angry or jealous.
Asks can your dad (lucifer) to join the decepticons. (He ended up going to knockout for new three fingers)
Questions why are you on earth and not in hell ruling your realm.
He treats you with respect. You're a princess so expect some royal treatment!
He loves your demon form. It looks intimidating and strong.
Might give small PDA sometimes if he's in a good mood enough. Privately? He actually shows that he loves you :D
He's cold all the time! Warm him up and make him less angry thank you!
Wants to see how strong you actually are.
No words (no pun intended xD)
He didn't believe you at first ofc none of them did.
Finds your mythology quite interesting yet foolish until he discovers you're really a royalty from hell itself.
Confused why you're so sweet and nice yet being from hell; the place of sinners.
If he ever shows you a heart on his screen it has little devil horns on it like yours<3
He doesn't do PDA except head pats and taking you with him around the ship. Softie
If your demon form is tall or taller than him pick him up, he might struggle to focus on work again (megatron can do his own work for primus sake!)
Treats you the same, but is protective of you, doesn't care if you can take care of yourself.
If you miss your dad or hell. He gives you a smiley face on his screen and tell you to go visit your home!
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AN: Motivation just punched me in the face :D hope you enjoy! Feel free to make anothe request<3 also if anyone here has read anything from me before thank you for the support! It keeps me going:)
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H-O-T📣T-O📣G-O
Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, like seriously Jake and Reader are the absolute cutest, threesomes, open relationship, language
Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.
A/N: Ahhhh I got it done in time!!! I'm so excited. I've been planning on writing this fic for MONTHS but I couldn't think of what to do until @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 started their community extravaganza! Please note that Ari, Jake and Reader are in the NFL. My prompts were: Yellow + Feel like you’re being watched + “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
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The locker room buzzed as you and your fellow dancers got ready for the big game. As you finished up your makeup, you thought about how lucky you were to be a dancer on your dream team.
Dance and cheer were your life. Middle through high school you were on the varsity cheer team, and somewhere along the way you started taking acro and hip hop dance classes. Not only were you passionate, but also naturally talented. And it showed when you were out on the field with your dazzling smile and killer moves.
Being on Gladiators’ football field was your second home. Your first home? That was with your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, a fellow cheerleader.
You met him when you were auditioning for the first time. You didn't want anyone to know you were as nervous as a mouse being chased by a cat. So you occupied yourself by going over your routine again and again and again. You only stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see the cutest guy with baby blue eyes and spiky blond hair. He had offered you a snack, and you two got to chatting. One thing led to another, and now here you guys were, dating for three years.
Everyone loved you as a couple. You were very popular on the team's various pages and amongst the fans, which you couldn't blame them- you guys were an amazing couple. Not that you were biased.
“5 minutes!” Your manager called, and everyone finished up their prep and got in formation- two lines that ran out onto the field ready to do the opening dance.
Jake stood next to you in line and he kissed your cheek. “We're gonna do great.” You smiled at how sweet he was and kissed his cheek back, careful not to leave a lipstick mark. The speaker turned on and you grinned as the team was announced.
“Everybody make some noise for The Roman Legion!”
Cheering filled the stadium as you guys ran out, big smiles on your faces as you waved to everyone. The music started and you began doing your dance and pom routine. You were in the zone, your flow state as you let yourself go with the music and performed. At one point in the routine you turn around and you see none other than Ari Levinson watching you. You meet eyes and he throws you a wink which makes your smile brighten.
Ari Levinson was the Quarterback of The Knights, your rivals. You weren't really sure why you guys were rivals- Gladiators and Knights were kinda similar. Perhaps it all started 50 years ago when The Knights beat The Gladiators by a few mere points, making it to the Superbowl.
You didn't really care either way. While you thought the innocent rivalry could be fun at times, you wanted to be the exact opposite of a rival to Ari.
You and Jake loved each other more than anything. You knew that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, and he knew the same. Another thing you two agreed on was your mutual attraction to Ari.
You felt bad about it at first, how you'd find yourself staring at him and daydreaming about how good he looked when on the field. But then Jake approached you one day, all nervous, and confessed to feeling the same way. You were relieved, and it led to a long talk which eventually ended with you two agreeing to approach him.
There was a rule that cheerleaders and football players on the same team couldn't fraternize, but there was nothing about if they're on different teams.
“Look who's watching us.” You whisper to your man as you get ready for him and another male dancer to lift you. Jake looks ahead and sees Ari, and you see how Ari smirks at Jake. If by some miracle he was into the both of you like you two were, then this would be a lot easier than you thought.
After the game you all signed some autographs and took pictures, and then everyone finally went back to the locker room.
“Ari Levinson was checking us out all night!” You whispered to Jake as you changed out of your yellow-gold uniform. Despite seeing you naked plenty of times and being your literal boyfriend, Jake still blushed when he saw your body- yet also couldn't look away. It was sweet and you giggled as he eyed your breasts.
“Jake! Up here,” you snapped your fingers to get his attention, and he let out a sheepish chuckle before clearing his throat.
“He was, wasn't he? Do you think it was just a coincidence?” You shook your head,
“No, of course not. Everyone knows we're a couple. And wanting to be in a threesome isn't an uncommon fantasy you know.”
Jake nodded as he changed into one of his favorite graphic tees. “Yeah, but is he even into guys? What if he wants to cuck me or something.” You scoffed and shook your head again, buttoning up your blouse.
“Have you seen the way he interacts with his teammates? That man is definitely bi. And I would never let anyone cuck you. We're a package deal.” You emphasized your point with a kiss before you finished getting dressed in your regular clothes. Jake smiled at you and nuzzled into your hair for a moment before he too finished.
“I know you wouldn't. And that's true. So what should we do?”
“Well, he'll probably be at the after party tonight. I think there is a good place to start, don't you?”
And so you two made a quick stop at your shared apartment to get dressed for the party. You put on a sparkly form fitting dress in your favorite color. Jake, not really being one to dress up, decided to wear one of his nicer shirts and a sports jacket and slacks. He also put on some fun patterned socks, because otherwise, “the outfit just wasn't me.”
The two of you eventually arrived to the party and had a great time. You mingled with your fellow dancers and had some drinks. You danced with your man. The whole time you kept an eye out for Ari but had yet to see him.
Starting to feel discouraged and a little overwhelmed by all the people, you and Jake stepped outside for some fresh air.
“If we don't see him tonight maybe we can hit him up on Twitter or something?” Jake suggested and you smiled with a shrug.
“Yeah, maybe. I just kinda hoped that we'd, you know, have some extra fun tonight.”
Jake scoffed light-heartedly. “You know we have plenty of fun together.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively which made you laugh.
“Mm, we really do.” You purred as you pressed against Jake, a big stupid grin on his face as he held you close and you two kissed.
You thought you two were alone but you felt eyes on you as you kissed. Whether it was the paparazzi or maybe someone who happened to be looking? You weren't sure but you didn't really care. Being in the spotlight you grew used to having eyes on you.
“Well look who it is, the NFL’s favorite couple.” You heard a playful voice say. You recognized it immediately to be Ari and you grinned against Jake's lips, kissing him once more for good luck before turning around to greet him.
“I don't believe we've met, I'm Ari Levinson.” He enveloped your hand in his larger- and deliciously rougher- one. You gave him your name and also introduced Jake.
“Ah yeah, nice to meet you too Jake.” He shook Jake's hand and patted him on the shoulder. Jake's cheeks had turned pink as he smiled up at Ari- you thought his little crush was adorable.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too! You're great at touch downs and stuff!” Jake babbled out, making you giggle quietly. You wrapped an arm around his waist as you cuddled into him.
“He always got a little shy around pretty people.” You spoke to Ari, making Jake blush more and Ari had an amused smile on his face.
“Oh yeah? Well that's a high compliment coming from you. Thank you, handsome.” He gave Jake's arm a squeeze and then turned his warm gaze to you.
“And you, you're even more beautiful up close. I don't know how you two do it.”
You felt giddy at all the praise being showered your way. You beamed up at Jake who looked like the excitable golden retriever he was. Ari chuckled at how adorable the two of you were and ducked in close.
“I can't believe I'm doing this…” You felt something brush your hand, and when you looked down you saw it was a hotel key.
Ari’s hotel key.
You cleared your throat and flashed the key to Jake, who's eyes widened like he just got a brand new bike for Christmas.
Ari’s big, affectionate smile never left- god you two were the cutest fucking people ever.
“I hope you'll meet me tonight. 10 o’clock?”
You shared another look with Jake, who nodded vigorously and you turned your attention back to Ari.
“We’ll be there.”
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#ct 2024 raffle entry#ari levinson x reader#jake jensen x reader#ari levinson x you#jake jensen x you#poc!reader#woc!reader#my writing
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You are the teacher and it so happens, that one day two little twins join your classes in the midst of the year. You heard before their arrival that they are odd and older teachers have been talking that their father is exceptionally young for a parent. And truth is, Suguru wasn't a fan of the idea of giving the girls under the care of a monkey, to have them share spaces and learn among the monkeys, but he was responsible enough to believe that education is something Mimiko and Nanako can benefit from. And if something wrong happens, he'll just—
#risupost#lmk if i should write it#single father geto does something to me#he loved the girls so much#and i believe they had to go to school somewhere#he couldn't possibly have the time to homeschool them and take care of them for the entire days#when he had to construct a plan of wiping the humanity out#and there you are#the lovely teacher that takes care of his girls and never looks at them as if they were weird or posessed#and girls really like you#and you also don't care how old is he because you don't judge and don't care#brainrot right here#geto#suguru geto#geto x you#geto x reader#jjk geto#single father geto
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one.
wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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I know 'person with secret to hide spots other person with secret to hide but doesn't say anything' is like. Thee trope in superhero crossovers, but come on! Some of these guys have been doing this for decades! There's tons of heroes that have gone to pretty extreme lengths to be Completely Imperceptible in civilian life.
Don't you think it's scarier, after all is said and done, to sit there and think I didn't notice a thing? I wouldn't have ever realised? I would never have known? To know that someone you were familiar with - close with, even! - had this whole other personality and skillset and powers and experiences and life just behind the curtain, and they hid it so completely you didn't even see it was there.
'I always knew there was something off' what if you didn't. How world shaking would it be to be so utterly blindsided? To know that this person had somehow learned to so deceptive?
#Strongly inspired by the dp x dc where Danny knows what up IMMEDIATELY or a bat clocks Danny as super suspicious within mins of meeting#Or the amount of reveal fics caused by the hero slipping up in some stupid way and getting themselves doxxed against their will#Like come on!! Full time heroes like superman or batman or Spidey go to great lengths to construct an entirely separate civilian persona!#And yes I know they've had their idiot moments when it comes to their identities but they've kept their secret rock solid for irl DECADES#What's an identity reveal without drama!! Shake it up! Stir the pot! Not a slow and gradual build up of suspicion and stress#But two high speed trains coming at right-angles and the audience is the only one who can see the incoming crash#Twist the knife in if you want. Make it HURT. Make it completely rewrite what they believed.#Short ID reveals are great for this because you can SEE the ripple effects spreading out as the story ends. Just BANG.#But also no ID reveal at all. The main character goes through the story regularly interacting with and developing character right alongside#A hero in hiding and no one is ever the wiser. You're a worker in WE fending off attempts to steal your inventions and Bruce Wayne#Invites you to his office to discuss security and he walks you back to your office when you get nervous about a break in.#You're struggling with school bullies and getting into trouble over your photography hobby and Peter Parker is right there alongside#You complaining about rich kids and fiddling with the outdated finicky lenses you got from the school.#You're a reporter unpicking a mystery scandal and you ask resident tank Clark Kent if he's able to play bodyguard if you go somewhere shady#The reader knows. No one else notices a thing.#And besides focusing on the civilian side is a nice change of pace! Let's see how they manage leading double lives!#What do I even tag this#batman#superman#Marvel#Dcu#spiderman#secret identity#identity reveal#long tags#captain marvel#miraculous ladybug#I know I know#hero and villain
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quick note as someone who's experienced something very similar in another fandoms: whether you hate the cheating plotline or not, it's difficult to say it's ooc. especially for Seb, because we've seen a lot less of him than we have Big Red.
I think it was ooc for how it seemed the characters were going. but really, a lot of their personalities (especially Seb, again) were created by the fandom.
the similar experience I had is that we found out a character, who was engaged, was married from years prior and never divorced the spouse or told the current partner. so many people were outraged about how ooc it was, but some people reminded the fandom - we don't actually know that much about him. and what we do know matches with this
like I said, I don't care if you like the storyline or not. and for the way I personally view the characters, I think the kiss itself was ooc but the way they dealt with it was not (the guilt and ignoring it). but truly, we've created images of these characters in the fandom that are just that - in the fandom. I like those images, but we can't base the characters' standard off that :)
#do I like that it happened? no#was I expecting it to go somewhere different? definitely#but is it ooc? hard to say honestly :/#I believe it's ooc from the way these characters were heading but I can see how it could fit in to their characters#namely the fact that they're teenagers who make mistakes and do dumb things lol#I heard drama once as a teen of a friend who dated a girl then broke up with her and started almost dating another girl and then almost#dated both of them at the same time and led both of them on lol#teenagers are stupid sometimes <3#anyway#I probably won't say much more on this unless I end up writing the fic idea I had where seblos kinda talk everything from s4 out lol#hsmtmts#oasis's hsmtmts chatter#high school musical the musical the series#hsmtmts s4#high school musical the musical the series season 4#hsmtmts spoilers#seblos#just my opinion all of this though :)#it's not as clear as it is in my head but eh words are like that lol
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they should lock me in a library alone and let me run around and read whatever i please and leave me trapped there for a semester and then when they let me out i would be full of knowledge and then they should give me my degree
#i don't want to deal with classes i don't want to deal with assignments i just want to learn sit me somewhere with no#distractions and i will learn and i will learn fast and i will learn well i don't need to do all this shit but i need an actual degree#i did this while i was homeschooled i wasn't even on a program i was just set free and when i returned to actual school i had to negotiate#so goddamn much because they didn't believe how far ahead i was and by the time i finally got into higher-level classes i had#already decided to ditch and go to college so they should just let me do that again i would love it so muchhhhh
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the scene in yakuza 5 where shinada and milky dance on the roof talking about how they should run away and start over in a new town with new jobs and new lives, only for milky to abruptly stop and let shinada go when she gets called back downstairs to work, while shinada is sent stumbling by suddenly being let go until he too comes to a stop, burns a hole in my brain
#rambles#yakuza#yakuza liveblogging#like man. MAN. that shit hits home#milky saying 'i wanna be a teacher this time- that was my dream as a kid!'#and shinada replying 'you can! nothings stopping you! you can start over!' with a tone that borders on hysterical#he's so desperate to believe it's possible because in that moment he can see it- he sees his way out#for a moment he's blind to all the things that have kept him from doing exactly what he's proposing every other time he's considered it#hes trapped in a glass house- he can see freedom but knows he cant reach it. but for a moment he lets himself forget the glass is there#but milky doesnt. she thinks hes being cute and plays along but as soon as she lets him go the music cuts and the moment is gone.#reality comes crashing back down- they're not going anywhere.#and i mean. idk if this is a common/universal experience but ive had many a late night where ive done exactly the same thing#fantasized about quitting my job/going back to school/finding some means of self employment/moving somewhere totally new#and ive had those fleeting moments where i could see it- i could see how i could make it work#or i could see that there's nothing *physically* stopping me from doing any of those things#and if i could just sum up enough courage i could do anything i wanted with my life#but then i wake up the next day and that vision is gone.#i cant see outside the glass house anymore- i can only see the reflection of the inside.#tl;dr i should revisit y5- the writers were cooking and i didnt take enough time to savor it#(esp not the shinada section bc i hated his combat style lol)
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As much as I roast Beyond Birthday for his lack of subtlety I also kin him for it. Because in art school we were sometimes required to incorporate deep symbolism into our art pieces, and I was always doing things like drawing a dude holding a compass and wearing goggles to represent that he's feeling directionless about his worldview
#seriously art school was such both a good learning experience and also an embarrassing bummer all at once hahaha#i think the worst part about it is i started feeling like i couldnt have a sense of playfulness or humour in what i made?#not necessarily because anyone told me that but i just somehow internalized it and it sucked all the joy out of making stuff#i had to relearn a lot about why i used to love doing it in the first place and all that jazz people always say about art school#but anyway i just cant not be literal and hamfisted so i really shouldn't make fun of B#for being like#hmmm clocks!! eyeballs!! the number 13#it's really not as easy as it looks to be subtle and artful about such things#i think part of the problem was i went to school basically for making fine art to hang in galleries#when all i really ever loved art for was all the comics and movies and games and cartoons i took in#i didnt live somewhere where i could often go to museums or galleries so i lived through books and screens alone for art basically#and i really started believing all the stuff i loved wasnt the 'correct' kind of art that i should be focusing on anymore because of school#i definitely recommend considering your influences when it comes to the kind of schooling you do#like pick something where you'll be studying the artists and art you genuinely were inspired by because#so much of art school was studying fine art and artists that legitimately did nothing for me#not because they werent worth studying but just because they werent my personal taste#beyond birthday#p
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#first day of my new chinese class was this morning#well technically yesterday morning bc it's 3am now akdkkd#but anyways. class didn't really go well. they put native speakers and beginner learners in the same class with one teacher#and the teacher was frustrated by that bc it's hard to teach when the language levels are so different between students#and she kind of took out on the beginners a bit telling us that we had to contact the school to see if they could place us somewhere else#like at a different school and she kept making a big deal out of speaking english for us#and it kind of made it feel like she didn't think we could learn or that it was worth it to teach us?#also even tho we said we already knew some chinese i don't think she believed us?.#bc in the like 'introduce yourself' portion of class she wouldn't let us speaak chinese??#it was v discouraging#but also. she sent us a follow-up email and I'm lowkey tempted to answer it in chinese just to show that i can#so maybe next week she'll actually let us speak??#especially bc the email is so simple to answer. just#刘老师，幸会。我不有学生电邮。我住有我'personal'电邮。好不好？我要用有学生电邮吗？下周六见。p.s.: 我不痴騃，我会说一点中文。让我在课说话。谢谢。#jay jabbers
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um so. my grad school application is due in 2 weeks
#i just need to finish my letter of intent & upload a few documents#& then the rest is gonna be riding on my letters of reference#pegasus speaks#im only applying to one (1) program with a <5% acceptance rate. like all of my eggs are really in one basket here huh ....#and the basket ain't lookin too sturdy is it .............#:-/ :-/ :-/#idk. the more i think abt it the more burnt out on school i feel. like if i get in i'll push thru it but if i don't ..... yknow.#might not be the end of the world to have a year or 2 off to go try to do something w my bachelors#still can't believe i'm graduating in april ... it's so crazy 2 me. like this is all ending and then what. a 9-5 job? a salary? wtf#my mum was like 'damn when i was in your position i had a job lined up already. didn't even go to grad i was just out in a forest somewhere'#LIKE OK WE GET IT YOU HAD JOB PROSPECTS AND A CAREER AT AGE 21. And i am just sitting here wondering if my 4 yr degree is useless#scrolling Indeed.ca seeing minimum wage jobs requiring a masters 🤩
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I'd just realized that it's been almost half a decade since I've like actually sat down and drawn something.
Hahahahahaha adulthood-
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#art#artists#fun fact about me i guess#i used to draw constantly back in the day#i mean like from the moment I could pick up a crayon type of deal#and I'd draw constantly whether it'd be during my classes at school or at home at the kitchen table or my bedroom#pencil and paper was my main art go to but i did a bit of water painting and chalk art and I still have them buried somewhere#i never drew digitally because I never understood the stuff and I was a poor child who couldn't afford it lmfao#but yeah after I graduated from high school and got a job i just.....stopped drawing#never had the time to do it nor the energy#it was only during my rping days that I'd started to write instead of draw#can't believe it's been five years since I've like sat down and drawn something
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love the idea of an isekai historical fantasy reverse harem where the guy returns to the present and finds out there are modern counterparts to all the women in his harem BUT it's from the point of view of his girlfriend from before he got zapped to the past
#random thoughts#pov your boyfriend gets hit by a car and goes into a coma for a month and when he wakes up he starts acting weird#he has newfound time blindness and other symptoms which are obviously caused by a concussion right?#... so why does he seem so. experienced. in treating the symptoms?#(he has experienced symptoms related to magic use for years in his absence)#why is he suddenly being so social to a bunch of girls in your school who don't even know each other much less himself?#(they have to remember right? they have to remember all the years they spent with him right? he's not alone. right?)#imagine your boyfriend going into a coma and dreaming an entire fantasy world including your classmates but not you#or even worse what if you're the evil empress??? or the evil witch? or a snooty princess he's arranged to marry?#or would that be worse? would it be worse to be villianized by your boyfriend's subconscious or to not be there at all?#of course when you find out about the dream and his beliefs about it you think he's delusional. he's obsessed with women he barely knows#would the women not conform to his expectations? would they fall into the delusion?#god the horror of the first option. a man making assumptions about you and him being confused. almost angry when you correct him.#i do think this would end with your boyfriend disappearing along with one of the girls (maybe the one he married in the fantasy world?)#and him molding her into his perfect fantasy bride until she begins to believe#maybe in the fantasy world they all had marks somewhere on their bodies from where they drew their magical powers#so he ends up branding her#whenever they engage in conversation he feeds her information and corrects her when she makes mistakes#and she's like 'oh silly me! how forgetful'#how long would they be missing? i imagine they would disappear to a cabin in the woods. long-abandoned.#they fix it up and farm and fish and occasionally make trips into a nearby town for supplies#they would at least last a winter there#in the dream world they had kids. how would he react if they had kids and they didn't look like the ones from the dream world?#would he even remember their faces? how much does he remember and how much is he making up?#anyway they have a kid. a son. born in the cabin. they're found when he's around four?#one of his first memories is a swat team breaking down the door and scooping him up#the boyfriend is pronouned not guilty by reason of insanity and is placed in a mental institution#later on i imagine he'd write a book about what he experienced in his coma#his 'wife' goes on to live with her parents and son. holds no hatred towards him#god love old cheesy ableist horror
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the whole "trans men just have sexual trauma" thing absolutely infuriates me, as someone who was practically brainwashed into believing i was raped by conversion therapists as a kid.
i have been an obvious transsexual my entire life. i told everyone i was a boy. i was just told it was normal and nobody wants to be a girl. i told my mom i wanted a dick and balls and she said, "no you dont."
i was put in conversion therapy, diagnosed with autism, despite not having many of the symptoms, and put on Risperdal. an anti psychotic drug that was not meant to be used in children as young as i was, that also "just so happens" to cause out of control breast growth. (it also caused me to become obese and struggle with my weight for years even after i stopped taking it, despite never having weight problems before.)
therapists and my parents would constantly tell me that i was hiding something and try to hypnotize me into remembering it, i had no idea what it was, i was told something horrible happened to me and i had to remember it, i kept telling them i dont remember, and they told me i had memory problems. they kept telling me i had a memory locked away somewhere and i had to recover it, i had no idea what they meant by this.
i have no idea how to describe the way that i felt because of this. the feeling didnt go away when the therapy ended. it stayed with me for YEARS. my entire childhood and most of my teenage years i felt like i had a dark and evil secret that i couldnt even remember. it stuck with me, i didnt even know what it was. they marked me socially and mentally as a "rape victim" without it even happening, without me even understanding what they had done.
i didnt find out until i was a teenager that the therapists were telling my parents i had been raped. based on nothing. you know what happened in these therapy sessions? i played with animal toys and told the therapist i didnt want to go to school and that i wanted to be a boy. i told them i hated my name. and wanted to be called by a different name. they told me i had a deep dark secret i needed to remember and confess to them.
because marking me as someone who had been raped would emasculate me.
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